Fist to the Heart

Fist to the Heart Chapter 7

Fist To The Heart – Ch. 7

By Laura S. Fox 

Copyright © 2019 Laura S. Fox 

All Rights Reserved 

Gay Erotica 

Intended for Mature Audiences Only 

This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age. 

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Chapter Seven – My Favorite Fighter

Ruslan was watching, barely hiding his excitement and satisfaction. Johnny was a beast in the cage, and he knew how to throw a good show, too. From the corner of his eyes, he was trying to gauge the old man's reactions, as well. For some reason now, he really wanted his papa to accept Snake. Never before had he cared for the man who had taken him under his protective wing to like the men he took to bed. Most of them, the old man hadn't known. But right now, he wanted so much for Douglas Kent to be impressed with Johnny `Snake' Bryne. To the point that he was not going to be against his adoptive son being together with the guy.

Was that really what they were? Together? The word sounded nice. But Ruslan was not the kind to believe in fairytales. Except for that time when the old man had saved him and Yanis, he had a hard time believing in miracles. And since one had already happened, he wasn't expecting a second one. No, he and Johnny were nothing but fantastic bedfellows, nothing more. And it wasn't going to last.

Despite all that, he wanted his papa to like Snake, and that was something he could not get out of his head. No longer in the mood to wait for the verdict, he started talking.

"What do you think?" he asked.

The old man moved his eyes from the ring below to him.

"He has talent, that is sure. And strength. Still, he likes dragging matches a bit too much."

Ruslan frowned.

"I think it's good that he knows how to put on a good show. That makes people come. It sells tickets. I thought we were looking at ways to make a profit, here."

His papa chuckled softly.

"Did I trespass, by saying something is not oh-so-amazing about this man you seem to like so much?" he asked. "I'm only trying to say that it wouldn't hurt for him to get a proper trainer."

"Ah," Ruslan eased back into his upholstered chair. Funny how tense he was. "But not right now. It wouldn't be fair to the others if we lent a helping hand, favoring one of them."

The old man nodded.

"Of course," he said. "But I thought you wanted him to win."

"By himself," Ruslan replied. "I'm sure he wouldn't have it any other way, either."

"And I'm glad to see that you have a strong sense of justice. Could it be that you're not that blinded by this love affair, after all?" the old man questioned.

"Love affair?" Ruslan snorted, trying to ignore the small fire kindled in his chest by those words. "I told you, it's just plain old ... you know."

"I know," the man laughed. "By the way, I told Martin you find him too stiff. He says that he will try to be, well, less stiff. But he also begs you to have patience with an old butler who is maybe a bit too set in his ways."

Ruslan's eyes grew wide, and, for a second, they left the man slicing his way through another victory and his opponent alike in the cage below, with jabs and mean hooks.

"I can't believe you told him that!" he protested. "I hope you didn't tell him everything," his eyes thinned as he looked at his papa.

"By everything, do you mean your theories concerning a certain kind of interactions between Martin and me?"

"Yeah, that is what I mean!" Ruslan answered, and a new collective cheer from the audience drew his attention.

This time, he got up and sat close to the large window, setting his eyes on Johnny. Damn, just looking at the man's chest, glistening with sweat, was making him weak to the legs. From the day when Johnny had taken him over the desk in his office, they had only talked on the phone. And he knew enough not to ask for the man to come to meet when important fights were ahead. He could not be that selfish.

Plus, when Snake was going to sign with them, there was going to be plenty of time for them to screw around. Until they burned to the bone. Or got bored with one another. He wanted neither to happen. What he wanted was to feel Johnny's skin against his, the man's hard cock against his ass, ready for action.

He was wide-eyed dreaming.

"Russy," the old man called for him. "I must say that I'm impressed with Snake. Since my golden boy is ready to go out the door with such a troublesome guy, I must ask. What's so special about him?"

"Everything," Ruslan said, a bit too theatrically to be taken seriously, and then he started laughing. "C'mon, papa, you really want me to say it? I'm young. I'm horny. And Snake's the same. Does it really surprise you that we fit so well?"

The old man sighed, but Ruslan knew his papa wasn't that upset over him being so much taken with that bawdy fighter.

"I know it must be more than that. I just told you the most outrageous truth about Martin and me, and you didn't bat an eye. You were too busy watching your lover scoring another win. For you."

"What outrageous truth?" Ruslan now turned, still keeping his hands on the glass, like a kid in front of his favorite toy store, and pretending he hadn't felt a small shiver, like pleasure and pain combined, at hearing his papa calling Snake his lover.

"Well, you missed your chance to hear it," the old man chuckled. "I'm at peace with my conscience. Now you should know everything."

Ruslan hurried to the man, with excitement written all over his face.

"No way! You two really are lovers!" he exclaimed.

Douglas Kent stared at him and pursed his lips.

"You haven't heard a word I said."

"I don't have to hear anything," Ruslan's smile grew wide. "I just know."

"Ah, and here is how your imagination is running away with you again. I said nothing of the kind," the old man raised one hand to caress Ruslan's head.

"You're playing with me," Ruslan pouted. "Now I'm sure you didn't say anything."

"Do I have the habit to lie to you, Russy?"

He pondered a little.

"You don't? That's what you're trying to say? Then why me?"

"Why you?" the old man looked at him with kind eyes. "What do you mean?"

Ruslan knelt by the man's chair, pushing his head to be caressed a little more, like a kitten.

"You saved me. From that place, that time. Why me?"

"I took out of that place both you and Yanis," the old man pointed out. "Not just you. And what makes you think I have never saved, as you say, other people?"

"You're dodging the question," Ruslan glared and stopped pushing his head into the old man's hand. "You always do that. I think you do that so that you can say you never lie."

The old man laughed again, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes growing deeper for a few seconds. Ruslan placed one hand on the man's face and caressed it reverently.

"When I will have all the correct answers to all your questions, I will not hesitate to share them with you. In the meantime, just know this, Russy. I love you as much as I would have if you had been blood of my blood."

He brushed the tip of his nose and stood up, walking toward the window again. He didn't want to show the old man how much he was affected by words like those. And his adoptive father was always getting troubled if he saw Ruslan affected by something. The least he could do was to show the courtesy of not bothering the old man with trifle things.

Yet, he felt compelled to say, as he rested his forehead against the cool glass.

"I love you just the same, papa," he whispered.

And this time, his eyes were no longer searching for the man in the ring. He could not have seen anything if you wanted to. So he blinked, and blinked, until the moisture went away, letting him see clearly ahead once again.

"I should go grab Johnny," he said quickly. "I'm taking him home with me so that you know."

The old man gestured for him to get close.

"Give me a kiss, first."

He kissed his papa on both cheeks and held him close a little. All right, so he needed to rein in his emotions a bit more. No point in making the old man worry over him.

"I'll be fine, papa. With Johnny and everything. I know how to take care of myself," he assured the other.

"I trust you, Russy. It's the other guys I don't trust," the man said, smiling, and caressing Ruslan's cheek gently. "One of them will want to snatch you away from me one day."

Ruslan giggled.

"You worry too much. No one's snatching me. You'll always be my papa."

"Promise?" the old man insisted.

Ruslan eyed the other with a bit of unease.

"Of course I promise. And what's with you, so emotional tonight?"

He was actually the one who was emotional tonight. But it was easy to blame it on his papa. Way easier.

"Go have fun, Russy. Don't forget to call me tomorrow. If you don't, I will," the old man wagged the finger at him. "And you know how I hate to interrupt you when you're having fun with other men. No matter how jealous that makes me feel," he joked.

Ruslan laughed out loud, this time around. The old man was funny like that sometimes. Almost a little too possessive. But not like a lover. That was not it. Probably like a parent with an only child. Ruslan couldn't know such a thing since he had never known his parents. But he knew the old man was trying to fill that void left by the two unknown people from whose union in flesh and blood he had been brought into the world.

"Hey, you know I could have gone down with that for you. Even offered. But you said `no'," he laughed.

Anyone overhearing them talking like that would have been quick to judge. It was the kind of joke only the two of them could share.

"How could I have said `yes' to a boy still wet behind the ears?" Douglas Kent shook his head. "Seeing that I have been married for the last 30 years to Martin. You know, a man my age, who knows well his way around," he added, as his lips twitched in amusement.

Was it a tinge of longing in the man's eyes right now? Ruslan wondered. No, the man liked to joke. Maybe a little too much when they were together. Ruslan could not always tell when the man was serious and when he wasn't. Like right now.

***

Johnny barely managed to walk around the corner when someone almost crashed into him. He was about to grab the guy and straighten him up when he noticed who it was. With a grin, he eased against the wall, allowing the other to attack him.

Ruslan's lips were hot on his. The guy seemed not to care squat about being seen assaulting another man in the hallway. Johnny grabbed a handful of Ruslan's golden hair, enjoying how soft it felt, and how easy it was to wrap his fingers through. Damn, the guy was a sex bomb. They were practically dry humping for all the world to see.

He took his time, nonetheless, to explore the guy's mouth with his tongue, and allowed the other to do the same. Everything was sweet and spicy about the guy. Especially his tongue which he knew well how to use. Johnny could stand there forever and drink from the guy's mouth. He was getting hard, so he pulled the guy closer, groaning into their kiss.

It was nice to rub his hard cock directly into the guy's crotch. Yeah, he was hard, too. Ruslan was a tad shorter than him but had long legs so that their erections could duel through their clothes.

But the hallway was not exactly the best place to get freaky. So, with all the regret of letting the guy's sweet mouth, for now, he needed to put a stop to their kiss.

"I need to shower," he mumbled, as his thumbs mapped the man's jawline slowly. "Then I'm all yours, pretty."

"Don't shower," Ruslan said hotly and nipped at Johnny's lips as if he wanted to snack on them. "I want to feel your smell when we fuck."

"You sure?" Johnny laughed. "I won't stop once I start. If I'm inside you, nothing can, and you should know by now. Not even if you beg me to let you `cause I smell like an animal."

"Stop underestimating me," Ruslan whispered and sneaked both hands under Johnny's t-shirt.

And inhaled deeply, pushing his nose into the crook of Johnny's shoulder.

"Ah, damn," Ruslan threw his head back a little, with a seductive look in his eyes. "I feel like I want to lick you all over."

"Hey, that's my line," Johnny laughed. "Come on, pretty. Let's go to that crib of yours, and I'll do as you want."

"Promise?" Ruslan's smile widened.

"Scout's honor," Johnny replied, faking seriousness, despite his lips stretching into a smile, too.

"Don't tell me you were," Ruslan guffawed. "A boy scout, I mean. You don't seem like the type."

"Good. `Cause I've never been a goody two shoes, and I'm not going to start now."

"Aww, so you want to be a bad boy?" Ruslan pressed his fingers against Johnny's cheeks, ready to pinch them.

"You can bet your sweet ass that's what I am," Johnny shook the guy's hands and pulled him closer again.

"And I'm counting on it," Ruslan stuck out his tongue and licked Johnny's lips playfully.

"Enough, or I'll end up pounding your ass right here. I have a feeling your old man is not going to like it. And then, who knows? He might want to ground you."

"Ha, ha," Ruslan said dryly. "Why does everyone think I'm a kid?"

"A kid? Nah," Johnny shook his head. "But you know, you do look like you need to be protected. Precious, you know?"

Ruslan snorted.

"I'm 24. Not some ingénue in need of rescuing and protecting. And told you, I have been plenty around the block."

"So? How does any of that say that you don't need protection?"

"I thought it was self-explanatory. Now let's go. I want to get you into bed and show you why I'm not that ... precious," Ruslan said with a small laugh.

"Ah, man, and I wanted to cuddle," Johnny laughed, too.

"We'll cuddle. After," Ruslan said shortly and began dragging Johnny after him. "Don't tell me you're tired?" the guy threw a flirtatious smile along with that question.

Johnny let himself carried away like that. He knew he could stop Ruslan at any point, just by deciding to pull the guy to him. But he wasn't going to do that, or they were really going to end fucking in the hallway. And he wanted Ruslan in a bed, not like that.

Despite anything the guy was running his mouth about, he was precious. And Johnny had no troubles with that. If anything, he wanted to spoil the guy rotten, too. He kind of got the guy's old man. Ruslan must have been such a beautiful kid, with those deep blue eyes, and golden hair. The kind to make all the parents who had seen him wish to have a baby just like him.

He must have looked like his mother. What a woman that had to be, Johnny thought. Probably so stunning that she could turn heads everywhere she went. Some supermodel. Ruslan's old man looked like he had the dough to buy a beauty like that for a trophy wife.

"Hey," he called. "I looked up to see you and you were gone from that window. You know, after I won. Were you sure I was going to win or were you afraid to look?" he snickered at his own joke.

Ruslan threw him a bit of an odd look over his shoulder.

"I was just talking to papa. And I did see you win. Sorry, I didn't watch you boast," he snickered, too. "But you can boast all night long if you want."

"Once I'm in your bed, I won't do anything except nail you hard. I won't have time to boast."

"Great," Ruslan grinned happily. "Now let me whisk you away to my lair," he joked.

Johnny wasn't going to oppose that. And he was going to show the guy how precious he truly was.

***

"Ah, hmm," Ruslan hummed in pleasure as Johnny went deep, pushing his legs apart.

Damn, the man's technique was flawless. It was driving him mad. Usually, taking such length and girth was making Ruslan feel uncomfortable, and that was an understatement. As much as he loved big dicks, his body was not exactly quick to adjust.

But Johnny knew what to do with his big cock. First, he had taken his time, sucking Ruslan's balls, then making love to his ass, and then engulfing the hard cock in his mouth, and pleasuring his bed partner like that until Ruslan couldn't take it anymore and came.

Now, Ruslan was safely pinned to the bed, with a hot and hard rod in his ass. And Johnny was moving slowly, giving him enough time to accommodate and open. Ruslan loved how their bodies were moving in synch, and the fact that they were close in height helped. Johnny was definitely larger in frame, hovering over him, but they fit like two halves of the same whole.

Ruslan wrapped his legs around the man. He shuddered as the man reached his prostate with pinpoint accuracy, helped by the angle of penetration. As he moaned his pleasure, Ruslan moved his head around, settling for keeping it to one side. And then, he sank his teeth into one of Johnny's shoulders and licked the salty skin to make it all better.

Johnny had listened to him and hadn't showered. So now Ruslan could bask into the man's natural smell. He was not particular to his bed partners' smell, and he preferred them freshly washed if possible, but Johnny was different. They were compatible as far as their scents were concerned. Johnny had said as much as he had licked Ruslan's fresh sweat off his neck while going through the exertion of stretching his bed partner on his hot pole.

They were moving so slowly it didn't hurt at all. Johnny was moving his hips and kissed him every once in a while. He had expected a bit of rough, with Johnny's excitement over his latest win, but it looked like the man had no troubles reining in his emotions. He was quite good at taking Ruslan slowly, letting him grow accustomed to how their bodies melded, so perfectly.

He would have been a liar to say that he didn't like it. His sexual trysts weren't, usually, so thoughtful. Even with Yanis. Ruslan pushed the thought away. He wasn't going to think of his best friend while being so carefully and thoroughly fucked into the mattress by another.

No, made love to. That was, indeed, the right word. There hadn't been much lovemaking in his personal history. He cared about fucking. And this was so different from his expectations, and his experiences, that he had no idea where to put it.

Johnny `Snake' Bryne was in a league of his own. Ruslan was happy to put the man on the map like that. He hoped he was going to enjoy the man's muscular body, skillful lovemaking, and dizzying smell for a while, at least.

So he was enjoying everything he was given to the max.

"Damn, pretty, you squeeze me so good," Johnny whispered and bit Ruslan's bottom lip, enough to make his bed partner shiver. "Can I retire in your ass? `Cause I don't want to be anywhere else."

"Aren't you a bit too young to retire?" Ruslan gasped, and moaned, as Johnny was beginning to pick up the speed now.

"I could be convinced to throw in the towel," Johnny joked.

"Let no one know you just said that," Ruslan bit Johnny's lips in turn, and snickered.

"I won't," Johnny promised.

Ruslan pulled Johnny so close the guy was almost crushing him. But he loved that sensation. Of being full where he felt empty. It wasn't about a physical reaction. Not anymore. The thought was almost scaring him. Almost. He was ready to welcome that, just like the small shiver making goosebumps rise all over his skin when his papa had called Snake his lover.

Lover. Johnny knew how to make love. It was such an odd thing to think about. But it felt right. Johnny was making love, not only to him but for him. And the realization hit him right into the solar plexus like a punch well aimed.

Maybe it was only because his bed partners were never this considerate. This passionate. By how rough the man was, he had expected to be taken fast and hard. But over and over again, Johnny was just proving him wrong.

What was with him? The endorphins flooding his brain, climax after climax, with each encounter with this man, was making him a mess. He pushed his legs up more, wanting more of Johnny inside him. It was nothing but pleasure.

And Ruslan was famished for it. If he could, he would keep Johnny forever there, screwed deep inside his body, and lose himself.

"So good," he let out breathily, as Johnny began moving faster and faster.

"Down from three, pretty?" Johnny whispered into his ear.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Let's go together, I feel so damn close," Johnny caressed his ear with his lips.

Johnny surely deserved his nickname. Not only because of the explosiveness of his attacks in the cage. But because he was the embodiment of temptation for Ruslan right now. And he was more than willing to take a full bite out of that apple.

"Three?" he said, a bit unsure, but focusing on the sensations threatening to overcome him.

Johnny pushed so hard and fast inside him that he almost lasted.

"Two," he said with more determination, voicing the reverse countdown.

By how frantic Johnny moved inside him, they were both going to become mad if they tried to last longer than that.

"One," he threw his head back into the pillows.

His gasps and moans mingled with Johnny's grunts, as they both reached the finish line.

Johnny's head dropped heavy on Ruslan's shoulders. Too busy breathing, he forgot what he was thinking about. He wasn't one for big words. But Johnny was giving him earth shattering orgasms.

He chuckled to himself.

"Earthquake," he whispered.

"Hmm?" Johnny rubbed his head against the crook of Ruslan's shoulder.

"Nothing. I was just thinking of a more befitting nickname for my favorite fighter," Ruslan snickered.

Johnny pushed himself up just to look at him.

"Who's that?" the man asked.

Ruslan pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing. Johnny was throwing him a lopsided grin. The man just loved to hear Ruslan's admission that he liked him.

"Just a guy," Ruslan shrugged and played along while caressing Johnny's shoulders slowly.

"Hmm, Earthquake, you say? So the guy must be massive," Johnny seemed to ponder. "Like a super heavyweight or something. What do you like about him anyway? I bet he's counting on nothing but his strength. No art in him whatsoever."

"Oh, he has plenty of that, I can assure you," Ruslan teased. "He is quite capable. Good with his hands. He knows how to use his legs, too. Plenty of bodywork in his technique, I assure you," he continued, dragging one finger over Johnny's shoulder.

"Hmm," Johnny seemed to ponder. "He better not come around when I'm here, though. Earthquake or not, I'll kick his ass out the door."

"Oh, so you plan on leaving early?" Ruslan snickered.

Johnny pushed his fingers through Ruslan's hair and looked him straight in the eye.

"Say it, pretty," he whispered.

Ruslan exhaled slowly. He could feel the man's body, so heavy on top of him. So good.

"You're my favorite fighter, Johnny," he said and pulled the guy closer for a long, deep kiss.

***

You're my favorite, too, Johnny wanted to say. But Ruslan was keen on kissing him, and he wasn't going to let that pass for the sake of conversation. Funny thing, he wasn't one for talking much in bed. Truth be told, he hadn't spent that much time fucking in one session, either. Or in the same bed. So he was ready for all these firsts with Ruslan.

"How ready are you?" he asked as Ruslan reluctantly let go of his lips.

He let one hand wander over the man's chest, reaching for his nipples and squeezing them in passing.

"On a scale of one to ten?" Ruslan smiled, and biting bit bottom lip seductively.

"Yeah, if that's what you want," Johnny replied, with a small shrug.

"Getting there," Ruslan whispered and angled his head so they could kiss again.

He wanted to get drunk on this man. Get high on him. It had been so long since he had felt a rush like this. There was no point denying it. Ruslan Kent was addictive. And Johnny knew a thing or two about addiction.

One of them was that it never led to anything good. He hoped this wasn't it. Lied to himself. But he was not one to dwell on what was going to come tomorrow. Right now, he had a man in his arms that fit him like a glove. And for all that mattered, he wasn't going to let dark thoughts ruin his fun.

"Do you want me from behind?" Ruslan asked sweetly.

"Yeah, I kind of like that view," Johnny smirked.

Ruslan threw him a look filled with promises.

"It would help if you let me turn," the guy grinned at him.

"Sure thing, pretty," Johnny moved away just so that the other could roll over and then nicely put himself on his fours.

Johnny caressed the curve of that smooth back. He had fucked plenty of men in his life. Some rough and tough; like him. Some smooth, like Ruslan. But no one had been this good. Ruslan had more than looks going on about him. He knew how to give in. Make men happy in bed.

He pushed himself up and stood behind the guy. Pushing the round buttocks apart, he admired his work. There was anything hardly as empowering than seeing his own jizz come off a guy's ass like that.

Fucking was, usually, a game of dominance. Some guys went for it for all kinds of fucked up reasons. Others just enjoyed themselves, without making much of it.

Only that, right now, Johnny wanted to make much of it. He wanted all that crazy fucking to mean something. For Ruslan to find Johnny worthy beyond his skills in the ring or between the sheets.

Because there was no way in hell he was going to walk away from this without putting up a fight. In his own way. Not that he thought of hurting the guy or anything like that. He was nothing like that. But if he could make Ruslan crave for him with his dick, just the same that he was craving the guy, he was going to do it.

He sank into the tight heat with a small curse. It was nice to see the pink hole stretching, gripping him tightly. And he was sliding in easily, Ruslan's ass well prepared with lube and cum.

He wanted so much to praise the guy some more. But Ruslan was pushing back, imposing his own rhythm, and Johnny could feel losing himself a little. In a way, Ruslan was more dangerous than any opponent he had ever met in the cage. Or anyone in his life.

If Ruslan wanted, he could wrap Johnny around his pinky, no questions asked. So Johnny needed to be careful. That was how guys were losing their heads most often than not. Pretty women were usually their downfall. In his case, it could be a pretty man. Otherwise, there was little difference.

The downfall, when it happened, always meant the same thing.

So, yeah. He needed to be careful.

He pulled at Ruslan's hair, to keep the guy in place. Then steadied one of the guy's hips with the other. Now, he could impose his own rhythm because that was him, being boss and everything. Ruslan was pretty, but he wasn't going to lead. Not even when they were fucking.

To his surprise, Ruslan didn't protest, but softened, pushing his ass a bit higher, leaning on his elbows, in the best way to surrender possible. And that was something Johnny couldn't resist. In this world, where every victory was about fighting until he could breathe no more, this man surrendered.

"Damn," he cursed breathily.

Temptation was a weird thing. Sometimes you had no idea you craved it until it was buried under your skin. So there was no way for him to win this time. He could only hope he could keep his wits about him outside the bed.

Right now, it was all about that. Filling the guy's ass with cum again. Feeling him tremble and shiver and shout under him. Ruslan never kept that to himself. And man, he knew how to make Johnny throw all caution to the wind, with that sweet voice of his.

***

Ruslan shifted in his sleep and mumbled something, then turned on the other side. Johnny smiled to himself. Let the pretty man get his beauty sleep. He could not oversleep if he wanted. Maybe he could wake up Ruslan and take it back from the top. But somehow, laying like that, on his back, his eyes on the ceiling, listening to the steady soft rhythm of the other's breathing, while dawn was breaking out outside, made him feel relaxed.

For a while, he did nothing but that. He put one hand over the man's protruding hip, caressing it lightly. Then pulled the blanket over him.

Could it be that Ruslan had some workout room in that big ass house? The man was lean, but his muscles were well defined. Maybe he was into CrossFit or some shit like that. Still, that could mean that there were some facilities on the ground. He could not see Ruslan Kent go train at the gym with other sweaty men.

Plus, he hated that idea. Ruslan was not to be ogled by others. Funny thing, again. He could not remember feeling this possessive. There were upsides to guys fucking. And one of them was that no one bothered with stuff like that. But just like that asshole he had met over at Ruslan's office, other guys getting within a hair's breadth from the pretty man were pissing him off, all of a sudden. Hell, if they were within the arm's length from the guy, they were pissing him off.

He was sure Ruslan wasn't going to get upset over him exploring the place a little. Probably there were plenty of things worth stealing around. But Ruslan showed that he trusted Johnny by bringing him over and sleeping so soundly next to him. So, all in all, he could roam around.

Also, staying this close to the man was only going to lead to one thing, and that was Johnny jumping his bones again. And he didn't want to wake Ruslan up just yet. They had an entire Sunday to fool around, and he wanted the guy well rested.

***

He had found the man's personal gym. Nothing too heavy or challenging concerning equipment, but Johnny had gotten a bit of light exercise. Others used rest days. He did it, too. But it was never Sunday, and he didn't want to slack off, no matter how amazing Ruslan was and how much the guy's bed was beckoning him.

He felt strangely at home, walking around like that. He took a long, satisfying shower, and headed for the kitchen. The previous night, Ruslan had treated him to more than just sex, and the catering service that was bringing the guy food was doing a pretty swell job. He bet he could whip out some light breakfast before Ruslan was going to wake up.

Then he was going to drag the man out of his bed. And push him back there a little later. It sounded like the perfect plan.

He was busy inspecting the contents of the two-door refrigerator when his well-trained hearing picked up something. Slowly, he straightened up. By all means, the source of the sound seemed to come from the front door. So that couldn't be Ruslan waking up and getting down for breakfast.

With steady hands, he grabbed a carton of milk. It didn't qualify as a weapon, but if that was an intruder and bet on the element of surprise, that motherfucker was going to have a big surprise. Like a carton of milk straight to the face.

Maybe he was paranoid, and maybe it was just someone like Ruslan's old man coming around. Someone with a key. But Johnny came from a world where if someone walked into a home like he was trying not to make a sound, that was bound to mean trouble.

He could feel the newcomer approaching. He slammed the refrigerator door fast and raised his arm, ready.

His eyes met a pair of mean greens. He knew those eyes.

"Wow," the intruder said, putting his hands up high. "Are you going to throw that at me? I'm unarmed, dude."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Johnny said gruffly and put the carton of milk on the counter.

Not an intruder after all. The fact that this fucker had a key to Ruslan's home didn't sit well with him. But he seemed to be Ruslan's close friend.

"That should be my line," the fucker snorted and went straight to the fridge.

He took out a casserole, and then searched for a fork. With satisfaction, he plopped himself down on a chair at the kitchen table and stuck the fork into the chicken salad. Ah, great, exactly what Johnny wanted to go for.

"What?" the other asked. "Do you want some?" he gestured with the fork at the casserole.

Johnny inhaled and exhaled slowly. Now wasn't the time to get pissed.

"C'mon, we can share," the other teased some more.

Johnny made a disgusted face.

"Like I'd want to eat from the same trough as you," he snorted.

The man's grin was ugly like Satan's ass. Johnny knew he wasn't fair. The fucker was a looker. The kind to make panties drop. Eyes green like a witch's soul and the attitude of a punk. Like he couldn't care less and took everything he wanted.

"We're already sharing Ruslan," the guy pointed out. "How bad this can be?" he gestured at the casserole.

Johnny could feel a vein throbbing at his temple. Sharing? Was this guy just pulling his leg? He had a deal with Ruslan. He could not believe the guy had crossed him so quickly. No, he didn't want to believe that.

But maybe it was a good moment to shake off all those rosy dreams from the night before. Pink wasn't a color to suit him. Ruslan fucked whoever he wanted. Including this low-class playboy.

"No shit," he stood his ground nonetheless. "You better think about that sharing stuff. `Cause I'm not sharing."

"Seriously?" the guy chewed with satisfaction. "I know your type. You come and go. I stay."

"Not here, as far as I can see," Johnny said with satisfaction and went for the carton of milk, eventually.

He needed something to clean the bad taste in his mouth this guy was giving him. No better alternative than a healthy drink.

"How do you know?" the guy's eyes glinted. "It looks like I got in without knocking. What does that tell you?"

"That you're a douchebag and you don't know to call ahead. You know, to see if Ruslan is busy."

"Funny," the man pushed away the barely touched meal and looked at Johnny, his eyes at half-mast. "You're some kind of record breaker."

"No shit," Johnny gulped down his healthy drink.

"Aren't you curious what I mean by that?" the guy inquired further.

"Not really. But it looks like you like yapping your mouth. I'm not going to stop you," Johnny shrugged.

"Ruslan doesn't usually bring his hookups home. Too many complications. Also, he rarely lets random guys fuck him more than once or twice."

"Ah, well, that's your problem," Johnny wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm not some random guy."

The visitor frowned.

"Really? What do you want with Ruslan?"

"That's none of your fucking business," Johnny grinned, pleased with the other's evident dissatisfaction.

"You sure? `Cause it's totally my business," the other said gruffly.

"Why? Are you like his dad or something? He has one of those," Johnny shrugged.

"I'm more than his dad, asshole," the words were spoken with passion, taking Johnny a bit by surprise.

Until that moment, the fucker had only seemed bent on stepping on his toes. Now he was serious. But Johnny wasn't going to let himself easily impressed.

"Don't tell me you're his husband," Johnny showed teeth. "Because if you are, you're doing a shitty job keeping your better half happy. Do you have a tiny dick or something?"

"That's it, asshole," the other jumped to his feet.

Johnny put up his fists by pure impulse.

"Why are you making so much noise first thing in the morning?" Ruslan's sleepy voice interrupted their, so far, only verbal sparring.

The owner of the house was rubbing his eyes, as he entered the kitchen. He yawned and stretched and went directly to Johnny. To say he didn't feel smug when the man embraced him would have been a lie. He smiled as Ruslan kissed him shortly, the minty smell of toothpaste fresh on him.

He was grinning and looking at the other, challenging him with his eyes. But his smile turned crooked, when Ruslan left his arms and went to embrace the other, too. Now that wasn't the kind of situation he liked. He was never down for threesomes unless two bottom boys were fighting over his dick. The fucker with mean green eyes looked nothing like a bottom boy. And he didn't want his dick close within ten feet from the fucker.

"What were you two fighting about anyway?" Ruslan asked, throwing Johnny one brief look, and then heading for the fridge, too.

With a small purse of his lips, he shut the fridge door, without taking anything.

"I'm waiting," Ruslan leaned against the counter, at a safe distance from both men.

"This fucker thinks he owns you or something," Johnny said first.

It felt like they had just had a fight in the schoolyard and some teacher was trying to get the culprit out. Johnny was never a snitch, but this was different from some schoolyard scuffle.

"And this asshole thinks he can wag his shlong all over the place," the other replied, without backing down.

Ruslan rolled his eyes, looked at the ceiling for about two seconds, and then shrugged.

"I think I'm going to make myself an omelet. Any of you want some? Fucker? Asshole?" he asked while looking at his friend first, and then at Johnny.

"I'm not hungry," Johnny replied, pissed with Ruslan's indifference.

"I'm not either," the other said.

"Okay, I'm making for everyone," Ruslan continued as if he wasn't even listening, and this time, took out an egg carton out of the fridge.

He watched in silence as Ruslan grabbed some utensils and ham and cheese for the filling. He was a little hungry, actually. But his pride wasn't going to let him take back what he said.

"I'm going back to the bedroom," he said.

Ruslan hurried to grab his arm.

"No, I'm making an omelet, and then we will all sit down and eat. And, after that, I will clear the air so that no one thinks anyone's pissing on the other's turf. Is that clear enough?"

Johnny looked into the big blue eyes and felt his resolve melting.

"Sure, as long as the fucker doesn't get on my nerves."

"Just let the asshole go, Ruslan," the other chimed in.

All right, he wasn't going to back down. He was going to savor that omelet, right into the other's face.

Ruslan turned back to making the omelet, and he sat at the table, across from the other. They eyed each other, without saying a word.

Minutes later, Ruslan placed the steaming plates in front of them and then took a seat, too. He stood up just one more time to return with some orange juice bottle which he used to fill up three glasses.

"Bon appétit," he said with a smile.

Johnny stuck his fork into his omelet, his eyes never leaving the other. From across the table, the green-eyed motherfucker did the same.

"You two are not going to ruin breakfast, I hope," Ruslan said sternly. "We're not in kindergarten. See about your food, and I will introduce you properly to one another. Don't tell me I'm asking for too much."

Johnny looked down at his plate, feeling a little chastised. Yeah, it wasn't like him to behave like some kid. Let the other know he still had manners even if Ruslan was way out of his league. The fucker didn't look like he belonged there, either.

Ruslan stood up and took their plates to the sink. As the man cleaned the plates, only the running water filling the silence, Johnny realized what was striking him as odd. Someone like Ruslan wasn't supposed to wash the dishes. Maybe the maid didn't come on Sunday.

"So," Ruslan returned to the table and sat down again. "This guy right here," he put one hand on that fucker's shoulder, "is my long life childhood friend Yanis."

"Childhood friend? Do they let the likes of him into boarding school?"

"Boarding school?" Yanis guffawed.

Ruslan slapped the guy upside the head playfully. But it looked like he was barely keeping from smiling, too.

"And this guy," Ruslan reached out to Johnny and touched his shoulder, too, "is Snake, the most promising fighter to have ever competed for papa's amateur night."

Johnny hoped he didn't look disappointed. That said nothing about what he and Ruslan were.

"What's he to you?" Yanis asked, eyes set on Johnny, but his ear leaning toward Ruslan, waiting for an answer.

"Ah, well," Ruslan smiled, and his hand slid off Yanis's shoulder so that he could get close to Johnny, "he's my main squeeze."

By the way Ruslan was smiling, that was supposed to be a joke. And payback for that incident at the gym. But the guy was staring at him with his amazing blue eyes, fringed by dark blond eyelashes, oh so damn pretty, and, suddenly, it was a joke no more. Johnny could get lost into those eyes.

Ruslan leaned in and kissed his lips softly.

"Fuck me sideways," Yanis decided that was a good moment to break the spell. "You two are like love doves! What the hell, Ruslan? Are you even telling me anything anymore? And to think I came to tell you that I bought the damn ring."

Johnny wanted nothing else but for the fucker to go away that very moment, and let him get his fair share of morning kisses from Ruslan. He cared nothing about no damn ring and whatever the fucker wanted to complain about.

"You did?!" Ruslan exclaimed, turning toward his childhood friend.

Johnny threw one arm over the guy's shoulders to keep him close, and Ruslan obeyed.

"Yeah," Yanis grinned. "I sure did."

"So when's the date?"

Ah, so the fucker was getting married. So what was with that bullshit talk about them sharing Ruslan? Truth be told, Yanis had kissed Ruslan on the mouth in the office that day. But that was no reason to think the two friends were getting it on. By the looks of it, Yanis had some better half already.

"Anya went to visit her folks and tell them the big news. Now it's out of my hands," Yanis pushed his hands up as if he wanted to show that he was clean now of whatever mess he had just put in motion.

"That's great, man," Ruslan said excitedly.

"So I came to ask you to hang out," Yanis said. "Since I'm home alone now."

"Go back," Johnny said gruffly. "Ruslan's busy," he squeezed the guy's shoulder.

"Don't be so unpleasant," Ruslan turned to kiss him shortly. "We can all hang out. I'd like the two of you to get along."

"No way. This fucker was talking shit about him fucking you," Johnny decided not to let it drop so quickly.

"So?" Ruslan turned again to look at him. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

The blue eyes were examining him from up close. They made him squirm in his seat.

"I thought we had a deal," he said, trying to pull his hand away from the guy.

Ruslan was quick to grab it and keep it there, on him.

"We do. And nobody's fucking me right now but you," Ruslan said.

"See, tough boy?" Yanis grinned from across the table. "None of us has the winning hand at this table. But Ruslan here. He's the boss. So don't cross him. It's all I'm saying."

Johnny was pretty sure he hadn't gotten that many kicks to the head to justify how confused he was now. What the hell was the fucker trying to say again?

"Take everything Yanis says with a pinch of salt. I just want everyone here to be friends."

"This guy looks like trouble," Yanis spoke to Ruslan again. "How come your papa agrees with him?"

"Does it really matter?" Ruslan sighed. "He doesn't agree with you, either, and that doesn't mean you're not my friend."

"Seriously? Compared to this guy, I'm an angel," Yanis protested, but he was smirking now, pleased with his reputation.

"I like him, and that's the end of story. Stop trying to protect me all the time," Ruslan protested. "Sometimes, Yanis, I think you're worse than papa. Thank heavens you're getting hitched. You'll finally have kids and stop with this overly protective attitude toward me. You'll have others to torment," he said with a small laugh.

"So you're in good hands? Is that what you're trying to say?" Yanis looked at his friend with stubborn eyes.

"Hell yeah, he is," Johnny replied instead.

"I wasn't talking to you," Yanis said quickly.

"Guys!" Ruslan exclaimed. "Stop it before I ask you to kiss and make up."

Yanis made a face as he had just licked a bitter lemon. Johnny was pretty sure his cheeks were hurting because of a grimace of his own.

TBC

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