LOGINJulian spent most of the next day trying not to think about the fight club.He sat at the small desk in his apartment with a blank notebook open in front of him. The same notebook he had carried for months without writing anything that felt real. His right hand still ached when he held a pen too long, a leftover reminder of the injury that had ended the career he used to have. The doctors had said he was lucky. He could still use the hand. He just couldn’t play the way he used to. Not with the same speed. Not with the same control.He stared at the empty page until the light outside the window started to fade.By seven-thirty he was standing in front of his closet, pulling out the only pair of sweatpants he owned and a plain black t-shirt. He told himself he was only going back because he needed to move. Because sitting still was making everything worse. He did not let himself think about the way Judas had looked at him when he said “show me.”The walk to the basement gym felt shorter
“You lost, pretty boy?”Julian Cross stopped just inside the heavy metal door and looked at the man sitting behind a beat-up wooden desk. The hallway smelled like sweat, old rubber mats, and something sharp that might have been blood mixed with cleaning stuff. The lights overhead hummed and flickered a little. Deeper in the building, men were shouting and laughing over the sound of fists hitting pads.Julian shifted the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder. “I was looking for the piano bar. The one with the red awning. I must’ve taken a wrong turn.”The guy at the desk had thick arms and a nose that had clearly been broken before. He snorted and shook his head. “Nlt just a wrong turn but a whole building entirely. Piano bar is two doors down. This is the basement gym. It's for fighters only and you clearly don’t belong here.”Julian turned to leave, but the door behind him had already slammed shut with a heavy clang. He pushed it once. It didn’t open from this side.“You’ve got
Dave stayed buried deep inside Sebastian for a long time after the second orgasm, forehead resting against his, and both of them were still breathing hard. Thick come continued to leak out around his cock and slide down the inside of Sebastian’s thigh in warm, slow trails. The sheets under them were completely ruined, damp, sticky, and stained with everything they had spilled. The air in the small bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat and the faint salt that always came in from the sea.Sebastian’s hands stroked slowly up and down Dave’s back. His voice came out soft and a little wrecked.“You are still hard inside me.”Dave let out a quiet breath against his neck. “I know. I can feel how full you still are of me. Every time I move even a little, more of it leaks out.”He rolled his hips once, and felt the fresh clench of tight heat around him. Sebastian made a low sound that went straight through Dave’s chest.“Do not pull out yet,” Sebastian said. “I like feeling you leak out of
Dave did not answer Sebastian’s question right away. He kept his fingers linked with Sebastian’s under the blanket and stared at the dark ceiling while the lighthouse beam continued its slow circle outside. The taste of Sebastian still sat on his tongue. The heat of what they had just done still sat low in his stomach.Then he turned onto his side and faced him fully.“I do not want you to leave when the road clears,” Dave said, voice low and honest. “Not yet. Not after this.”Sebastian’s breath left him in a soft exhale. “I was also hoping you would say something like that.”Dave leaned in and kissed him again. This time there was nothing careful about it. His mouth opened against Sebastian’s, tongue sliding deep, tasting the leftover salt and heat between them. Sebastian answered with equal hunger, one hand sliding into Dave’s hair, the other moving down his bare back. The blanket shifted as their bodies pressed closer. Hard lengths brushed against each other through the thin remain
Dave stayed quiet for a long moment after Sebastian’s last words. He kept looking at him in the dark, one hand still resting against the side of his face. The taste of himself still lingered on Sebastian’s mouth, it was warm, salty, and slightly bitter. The air between them felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and the unfinished heat still sitting in both their bodies.Then Dave moved.He rolled them carefully, guiding Sebastian onto his back against the mattress. The sheets rustled under their weight. Sebastian’s eyes widened a little in the low light, but he did not pull away. He simply watched as Dave settled between his open thighs, bracing most of his weight on one forearm.“You said we are even,” Dave said, his voice still rough from earlier. “But I do not want us to stop at even. I want to give you the same thing you just gave me. I want to take my time with you the way you took yours with me.”Sebastian’s breath caught. “Dave, you do not have to feel like you owe me a
Sebastian pulled the waistband of Dave’s joggers down slowly, careful not to rush. The cool air of the room touched his overheated skin for a second before the fabric was pushed lower. Dave’s cock sprang free, thick and already fully hard, the head flushed and shiny in the low light that slipped through the curtains every time the lighthouse beam passed.Sebastian looked at it for a long moment, his expression so unhurried. He wrapped his hand around the base and gave one slow stroke from root to tip, feeling the weight of it, the heat, the way it twitched against his palm.“You have been like this since this morning,” he said quietly, still speaking in full, calm sentences. “I could feel it when we woke up. I could see it every time you tried to hide it. It is only fair I get to take my time now.”Dave’s breath came out uneven. His hand settled in Sebastian’s hair without thinking, not pushing, just holding on. “You do not have to…”“I want to,” Sebastian interrupted gently. “I have







