Fist to the Heart

Fist to the Heart Chapter 8

Fist To The Heart – Ch. 8

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 Eight – Going The Distance / Shallow Waters

Johnny wasn't exactly crazy about chilling with Ruslan's childhood friend in some game room, but the fact that he was owning the guy at the video game they were playing was making him feel good. Once he had been explained the rules and gotten the hang of the console controller, his good reflexes and quick thinking put him on top.

He didn't have to look at Yanis to know that the guy didn't like having his ass handed to him like that one bit. But the fucker had a competitive streak, and somehow Johnny digged that. Even respected the man a little. Ruslan had sternly told them to work out whatever differences they still felt they had in front of the big ass TV from which now a blaze of visual effects was lighting up the room. Ruslan had added that he was in no mood to babysit them or try to clean blood out of the carpets.

That seemed like good thinking. The master of the house had gone somewhere while Johnny was turning Yanis's character on the screen into mush, and he did wonder what the hell Ruslan was doing.

Nonetheless, putting Yanis in his place, without using his fists, but only his fingers, felt good.

"Good game, man," Yanis patted his shoulder when the screen closed with Johnny's nickname up in lights.

"Another round?" Johnny asked gruffly.

"Nah, I think I had enough for one day," Yanis replied and laughed.

He wasn't sure if he could really relax around this guy, but Yanis no longer looked like a threat after Johnny had taught him a lesson. The guy knew how to lose, and that was, again, something Johnny knew to respect in a man. Not many knew. Even in the cage. Winning at all costs was not worth everything. Well, for Johnny, it was. But he was not like most men, so such rules didn't apply to him.

Yanis was looking at him, with hooded eyes.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Looking to get your ass kicked for real?" Johnny asked, but now, he was half joking.

"I'm trying to figure you out a little," Yanis replied with a shrug and eased into the large armchair.

Johnny was sitting on a leather sofa, a bit away from the guy. He stared at the guy, too.

"What's to figure?" he asked.

"Well, I told you. You're not like any of Ruslan's hookups."

"And?"

Johnny was never crazy about making conversation, especially with strangers, but he was damn curious about Yanis and what the hell the fucker was trying to tell him. But he didn't have to look too eager.

"So, how good are you?" Yanis asked.

Johnny threw him a crooked smile.

"Hmm," Yanis linked his fingers and crossed his legs. "Four times?"

Not that many words were needed between them, it seemed. Johnny knew exactly what the guy was talking about.

He hesitated. It wasn't like him to lie. Then he shook his head.

"Ah," Yanis grinned.

"Don't tell me," Johnny snorted. "You?"

"Yeah," Yanis snickered like a school kid. "Want me to share some techniques with you? You could use the help."

"Nah," Johnny grinned, too. "I always get where I want to be on my own."

Yanis seemed to ponder for a couple of seconds.

"Now, seriously, man, what's the deal with you and Ruslan? And how come his papa hasn't told you to fuck off already?"

"Ruslan does what he wants. He's a big boy," Johnny answered. "He likes me."

"He told you that?" Yanis quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Johnny said.

"Ruslan is not that big on liking people. Especially strangers," Yanis spoke. "How many times have you two done it?"

"Enough to piss you off, it looks like," Johnny said with a large grin now.

"You better not hope that you can get something out of this," Yanis pointed the finger at him. "You try to mess with Ruslan, you'll have a problem with me," the guy then pointed the same finger at his chest.

"What do you think? That I want to rob him or something? If I had wanted that, I could have been at home now, selling all this pretty stuff lying around on eBay," Johnny snorted. "Although he should have some more security in place. Seeing that assholes like you can come and go as they want."

Yanis didn't seem to be bothered by that comment.

"Me and Ruslan ... we go way back, man," the fucker seemed serious now. "We're like brothers. I don't care about you stealing or anything like that. You wouldn't make it to count the dough. Ruslan's papa would be all over your ass in a heartbeat. But I care about you messing him up."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Johnny asked. "All we do is fuck like crazy. And the guy loves it, or don't you know that, Mr. Four Times?" he added, with a tinge of envy.

"Keep it at that," Yanis said. "Ruslan doesn't need complications in his life. You smell like trouble from a thousand yards. Don't mess with his head. You know. Think that you're in some kind of relationship and shit. That you're special or something."

"Are you that pissed that the guy doesn't want to get screwed by you no more?" Johnny asked. "What's to you if Ruslan wants to hang out with me?"

"That's none of your business," Yanis replied quickly. "When you leave never to come back, I don't want Ruslan to think of you at all. I want him to be like `Snake who?' and not even remember your real name."

"What you're saying is totally fucked up. Ruslan's right. You need some kids to bother with this kind of shit. See about some daughter when some punk comes to take her dancing after 10 o'clock, and she's not even 15. Ruslan's not some girl. And he's not 15 either. He looks to me like he can take care of himself."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Johnny," Ruslan walked into the room. "Let Yanis tell you all he wants to tell you. Otherwise, he won't leave you alone until he does. And Yanis, thank you, man, but both you and papa should lay off a little. I'm not like that anymore."

"You know I won't let anyone hurt you," Yanis said, looking at Ruslan. "Even if you like the guy. You know that."

"Yes, I know," Ruslan said and walked over to Yanis, and placed a small peck on the guy's cheek. "And I can tell you there's nothing to worry about here. Johnny is a good guy."

Johnny could feel a small lump in his throat at those words. He had to work out his Adam's apple a few times to make that go down.

"Good in bed, I hear," Yanis snickered, ruining the damn fine moment.

"Yeah, that, too," Ruslan said with a small smile, and looked over at Johnny, with eyes that were saying everything.

"Then I suppose I should hit the road," Yanis stood up.

"You don't mind, do you?" Ruslan asked, and placed both hands on his friend's chest.

Johnny didn't like how the two were looking at each other. Like there was some secret bond between them. If what the fucker had said earlier was right, that had to be it.

"Take care, man," Yanis embraced Ruslan shortly. "And, you," he looked over at Johnny, "I have my eyes on you."

Johnny wanted to have a good comeback for that. But he hadn't. So he just nodded.

***

Ruslan turned back to the game room after seeing Yanis out. Both men were hard-headed, but that was one of the things Ruslan liked about them. And he had secretly enjoyed the verbal sparring between the two. He liked that Yanis cared about him as he had always cared. With a family to look after, Yanis was going to be less involved in Ruslan's life, and he was totally fine with it. That didn't mean that he wouldn't have his regrets when that was going to happen.

But that feeling, of being cared for, had no equal. His papa cared for him. And that was precious. And now Johnny, for as long as they were going to go at it, he was caring for him, too, in his own way.

Even if it was nothing but fucking between them, it was still nice. No, nice was not enough a word to describe that. Together, they were fucking amazing between the sheets, and the man's rough, yet gentle touch, as well as his simple words, made him feel wanted.

"Care about going back to bed now?" he asked with a small smile.

"Did this guy really fuck you?" Johnny asked, without moving from his place.

Ruslan walked over to him and sat on his lap, hooking both arms around the man's thick neck.

"Yes," he said and looked the man in the eye, to prove that he had no reason to lie, and he wasn't hiding the truth.

"But he's getting married," Johnny pointed out.

"Haven't you heard of bisexual guys?" Ruslan wondered.

"How come he's leaving you for some chick?" Johnny placed one hand on Ruslan's thigh, rubbing his fingers against the thin fabric of the sweatpants Ruslan was wearing.

"He's not leaving me," he laughed. "We have never been like that. He's my best friend."

"A friend who can make you come four times in a row?" Johnny asked again.

"Yes," Ruslan said with a sigh. "I see he could not help bragging. But that has nothing to do with you and me."

"Like hell it doesn't," Johnny snorted. "That should be me."

"You're so competitive," Ruslan laughed softly. "I've always known Yanis would find a girl and settle down. It would be egotistical of me to keep him. I couldn't, anyway," he said wistfully.

"But four times? How did he manage that?" Johnny pressed further.

Ruslan took the man's cheek, enjoying the feel of the short stubble under his fingers, and made him meet his eyes.

"It just happened. You don't have to prove anything. Not to me. I want us to enjoy ourselves. For as long as this is going to last," he added.

Johnny frowned, and his squeeze on Ruslan's thigh grew tighter.

"Why do you all think I'm going to get up and leave any moment now?"

Ruslan looked at the guy, surprised now.

"Aren't you?" he mumbled, for lack of anything better to say.

He almost yelped in surprise as the guy stood up, holding him in his arms.

"I'm not doing that. I know you don't know me, and that's okay. But I'm not that guy. I'm going the distance."

"Hmm, yes, I heard," Ruslan grabbed the man's neck to steady himself, while the guy was taking him up the stairs, clearly bent on reaching the bedroom. "No knockouts? Never? Is that really true?"

Johnny's reply was a curt grunt.

"Wow," Ruslan whispered. "Color me impressed."

He wanted to ask more. He wanted to find out more. Like what Johnny meant by going the distance. How many rounds were they going to last? In the real world?

And was it truly right to think that this, whatever was happening between them, was going to be more than a torrid, yet fleeting and therefore condemned to die, affair?

***

Ruslan groaned against himself. Johnny was caressing his flanks, making him feel goosebumps everywhere. He wanted nothing else but for the guy to hurry. But Johnny was bent on proving himself, and Ruslan knew now that there was no way to convince the man to do something against what he wanted to do.

"How long are you going to keep me like this?" he pushed back into Johnny's crotch.

The guy was sitting behind him, using, so far, nothing but his hands.

"I need you hot and ready," Johnny mumbled. "There's no way I'm going to last through four of your rounds if I rush into it."

"This is not the ring," Ruslan giggled. "And, seriously, you've already proven yourself over and over again. I think you're the best."

Johnny's hands remained still on Ruslan's hips.

"Nah, you're just saying," the man drawled the words.

Ruslan smiled to himself. Johnny was almost like a kid when he was praised. And that was something Ruslan could really relate to because that was also his weakness.

"I might become a little frustrated," Ruslan joked.

And immediately hissed when lubed fingers entered his tight ring of muscles, not from pain, but surprise.

"Does it hurt, pretty?" Johnny withdrew his fingers.

Now it wasn't a joke anymore. Ruslan groaned in frustration.

"No. Put those fingers up my ass right now. Or your dick already," he ordered.

Johnny seemed deaf as he plastered himself against Ruslan's curved back and placed a wet kiss on the back of his neck. And then his tongue began a slow descent on Ruslan's spine.

Ruslan could swear this was pure torture. He was quivering as Johnny was swirling his tongue over and over again, each time on a different spot. The man was moving away while doing that. When the tongue's wicked journey stopped, Ruslan exhaled. And then yelped, as he felt the man's teeth sinking into one of his buttocks.

"I thought you weren't going to hurt me," he glared over one shoulder.

Eyes dark and hot like burning coal stared back at him, and he suddenly lost his train of thought.

He licked his lips, his throat suddenly parched.

"Fuck me, Johnny," he whispered, and now he wasn't ordering, but begging.

The deft fingers were back at his ass, and this time, Ruslan helped by pulling one buttock apart, while not losing at all the contact with Johnny's eyes.

When the man finally positioned himself for entering, Ruslan was sure of one thing. That he hadn't joked before. This man was the best he had ever had, and there was no possible way to compare him to anyone. Not even to Yanis. With those deep dark eyes, Johnny was looking straight into his soul, and understood what Ruslan wanted, without any need for words. They understood each other. And that was rare, especially for strangers.

Johnny pushed inside slowly, resting one hand against the bed so that he could hover over Ruslan, using his other hand to caress everywhere. Eventually, it settled for Ruslan's throat, wrapping around it, without pressing down, just touching and keeping his partner in that loose, assuring grip.

"Kiss me," Ruslan begged again, and Johnny leaned closer, teasing for a moment, making their lips touch barely, before delving in.

He was dizzy with the myriad of sensations he was experiencing right now. Too taken, enthralled with the other man, that he didn't notice, at first, the hand moving from the bed and wrapping around his stiff cock.

"I hope this is not against the rules," Johnny whispered into his ear, licking the lobe, as soon as Ruslan moved his head away from their kiss, unable to deal with so much sensorial attack.

"It's not," he managed.

"Good, `cause you looked a little in pain, there," Johnny joked and bit his ear.

"You jerk," Ruslan whispered, but he wasn't mad.

That, if being mad with desire didn't count. The man's hot spear was rooted in his ass now, and he was moving between the man's grip and the shaft brushing over his pleasure spot over and over again.

When the first orgasm hit him, it wasn't a surprise. He had been prepared for it for enough time and trying to postpone it would have been unkind for both of them. Johnny murmured words of satisfaction into his ear, and, this time, he didn't let Ruslan time to recover, continuing to move slowly in and out.

The hand in his cock moved away though, and Ruslan shivered when he heard the man sucking on his fingers.

"You're so damn delicious," Johnny spoke. "Here," he added, pushing the still wet fingers into Ruslan's mouth.

He took them hungrily. As much as he would have preferred to experience the other's taste right now, being fed his own essence was strangely erotic. They were sharing it, and sharing something, a pure, unblemished pleasure of all things, made everything they did ten folds more arousing.

"Could you take care of your dick?" Johnny licked his fingers again, as soon as they left Ruslan's mouth. "I plan a small change of pace."

He nodded, incapable of saying any words. Johnny grabbed his hips, and this time, he began fucking him vigorously. Ruslan didn't need to be told twice to grab his cock and pump it. The way Johnny was hammering his prostate was driving him a little insane. He was sensitive as a general rule, but this guy just knew him, in and out, like they had spent eons together, and they hadn't barely met weeks ago. Johnny was talking about going the distance. And, until now, no one had gone so far with him, either. He just hoped that, at the finish line, there were going to be two winners.

And that couldn't be the case. Not with everything he was trying to hide. Johnny liked him because he saw Ruslan as some rich pretty guy, without a worry in the world. And worries were, without fail, what always brought him back to the stark reality.

He chased away the unsettling thoughts. Instead, he whispered the words, to give the guy his reply. Johnny pulled him toward his chest, and kept him there, looking over Ruslan's shoulder.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Johnny poured sweet words into his ear. "Your cock is so damn pretty, I want to eat it whole, and suck all your jizz."

Ruslan was trembling and had trouble speaking. He leaned against Johnny, as the man was falling into a steady rhythm without releasing his ass. For now, it was okay to lose himself into the other man.

"Johnny," he whispered and raised one hand to caress the man's cheek.

"Pretty," Johnny said back, covering his chest with one calloused hand, and brushing over his nipples, making him quiver slightly.

Johnny pushed himself back, and then drove himself into Ruslan's ass, keeping his hands on his partner's hips to steady himself.

Ruslan dropped back on his fours, arching his back and pushing himself into Johnny's cock.

"Ah, damn, Johnny, you really want that ..."

"To make you come?" the man laughed behind him. "Yeah, it's all I want to do."

This time, the man's hand came to rest on his slowly recovering cock again. Ruslan was pretty sure the man's jerking off technique alone was something worth noting down for future reference. His rough hand was squeezing just right, and it created a tight channel, letting Ruslan fuck himself into it.

Guys wanted him on the receiving end, all the time. And he had no problems with being the perfect bottom boy. Yet now, bucking his hips into Johnny's hand, he could feel a different type of desire growing inside him. At the same time, Johnny's cock was assuring him he was where he wanted to be.

"Fuck, this is so good, fuck," he let out words, in almost pained, ragged sobs.

When he came again, he was sure he wasn't exactly feeling his legs. He let himself on his elbows, and Johnny's cock slipped out of his ass. That was okay. The man had already made him see heaven.

So his surprise was indeed as big as Johnny's cock as the said sexual organ drove into him fast and hard again. Now he was growing overly sensitive, and his mind was slowly going blank. There was nothing else there, but the man riding him, and the pure, intense desire that was making his entire body burn.

It was rarely that he could bounce back so quickly, and when he came the third time, torturing his cock, squeezing everything out of it, he was sure he was going to ask for a break. Johnny withdrew, making him exhale in relief.

One second later, a playful slap landed on his ass making him groan.

"What?" he pretended to be upset, but he could feel his lips curling up into a satisfied grin, and he couldn't help it.

Johnny plopped himself down next to him.

"How about you get on top for a change?" the man joked.

"Aww, don't tell me you're tired, Mr. Zero Knockouts," Ruslan giggled.

"Who says I don't want to be sent to the floor by a pretty man like you?" Johnny said again.

Ruslan knew he could stay and look into Johnny's dark eyes forever. But right now, the man was calling for him to prove he could be on top, too, so that was something he needed to do. With a small laugh, he pushed himself up and straddled the man, carefully putting the guy's slick cock back inside him.

"Ah, damn," he whispered, feeling how raw and wasted he was, but still incapable of throwing in the towel and just admit that he had enough.

The truth was, he had, and he hadn't. He wanted to keep Johnny there, inside him, no matter how crazy the idea was. No matter how much he knew that he was probably not going to be able to sit down for days after this. Johnny had been right. The guy knew how to fuck him into the next week, and there was no way for Ruslan to deny that. Or want any other man.

"Look at me, pretty," Johnny cooed.

The man raised one hand to cup Ruslan's cheek, as his thumb moved slowly. Hungry for more, Ruslan moved his head to capture the wandering thumb into his mouth.

"Yeah, pretty, suck it, like this, show me how good you are," Johnny encouraged him.

With all the tiredness turning his bones to jelly, Ruslan was riding Johnny's hips, slurping around the man's thumb, crazy, so crazy with the sensations gripping his body from all sides. Johnny took hold of his cock and began pumping it while continuing to encourage him.

It was so hot, everything he felt so wild, so dizzying, difficult to wrap his head around, as he could not even think anymore. And he moved, and moved, sliding up and down on the man's cock, wanting to squeeze him, keep him, and make him his, as impossible as that desire was.

"Like this, pretty, yes," Johnny sank the fingers of his other hand in Ruslan's hip and began dragging him down, in short, rough moves.

Ruslan was barely aware of the sounds he was making. He registered, like everything was happening in slow motion, how the ropes of his release were landing everywhere on Johhny's chest and abs.

"Yes," Johnny yelled victoriously now.

Ruslan was quickly moved on his back, with the man on top of him, and Johnny covered him completely, keeping his head into his large hands, whispering words of praise into his ear, as he moved hard and fast to his completion, too.

When the man collapsed and stood there still, just breathing hard, Ruslan's hands moved on their own to embrace him. And they stood like that, lost into each other, for a long time.

***

Johnny loved the silence. For him, words were not that important. Men proved their worth with what they did, not with anything else. Surely, not by yapping their mouths. But, right now, he wished to be some smooth talker.

Because there was so much he wanted to tell Ruslan right now. His stupid brain didn't know the words, though. He would have felt frustrated, but he was too spent after giving it like that to the pretty man next to him.

It hadn't been to prove something to Ruslan's friend, although it had started like that. No, it had been his ambition to leave a mark on Ruslan. He wanted the guy to remember him all his life, even if it was only because of how many rounds he could last.

"How come you're not a pro?" Ruslan started talking, while slowly caressing Johnny's chest.

They were both resting, each one on his side of the bed, now. Ruslan was reaching for him, and that simple thing was making Johnny's heart fill so much that he felt that it was going to burst or something.

"Not for me," he replied. "That kind of life."

"Why?" Ruslan insisted.

Johnny took the guy's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the long fingers slowly.

"A pro must give up on a lot of things. A guy who wants to make it big must have discipline."

"You don't seem to lack it," Ruslan said softly.

"Maybe. But I told you, a guy needs to give up on a lot of things. He might not even be allowed to piss when he wants to. And you know. Whenever there's a big fight ahead, no fucking. I don't have to live with that rule," Johnny bit playfully on the guy's fingers, making him giggle.

"Are you trying to tell me you cannot live without fucking?" Ruslan pushed himself closer, resting his head against Johnny's shoulder.

"I tell you I don't have to," Johnny said. "When he's in the cage, a man needs to have his anger with him. If he's already fucked, the good way, I mean, he has no anger left. He doesn't have to go through the guy in front of him to get to the pussy or the ass he wants to stick his dick deep into. You know. To finally be out of training camp and free to fuck."

"I see you have no trouble with that. You fucked me until I could not sit, and you still made a mess of your opponent the last time," Ruslan moved his head so they could stare at each other. "Don't tell me it's not me you want to fuck."

Johnny laughed. When he glared, Ruslan was even prettier, if that was possible. His bottom lip went out a little more and made Johnny want to kiss him. Like right now. He grabbed a handful of tousled hair and brought the man's pouty lips to his mouth.

"It's you I want to fuck," he said simply when he let the man go. "But that anger, of not getting any? I don't need it. My anger comes from other places."

"What other places?" Ruslan questioned.

Damn his big mouth.

"Nothing you should trouble your pretty head with," he said and kissed the guy again to shut his mouth and not let him ask any more questions. "Let's rest a little. That if you still want me in your papa's ring next Saturday."

"Surely I want you there," Ruslan said. "And, no matter how weird that may sound, I think I have been plenty fucked. You were right to say that I would not need anything for the entire week."

"So, you have no use for me?" Johnny asked, only half-joking.

"Are you kidding me? You're the best pillow," Ruslan laughed and, to prove his point, he pushed his head into Johnny's chest. "Later we can play some pool. Or play in the pool. Or watch a movie. Or do whatever you want."

The man was babbling. He was probably tired.

"Do you have a pool? And a pool table?"

"All kinds of things," Ruslan replied. "I'm not sure my body can take another fucking, but I want you to spend your Sunday with me. That unless you need to do something else."

No, he didn't have to do something else. Spending his Sunday with Ruslan sounded like the perfect plan.

***

Johnny was not that great a swimmer. Where he had grown up, there were no such things as pools and places where kids could go for a dip. By all means, relaxing in Ruslan's heated pool was heaven to his bones.

There was a small voice inside him telling him not to get used to that. Luxuries like heated pools and beautiful men like Ruslan were not for him. So all he was doing now was letting himself become soft.

The splash of water he got straight into his face chased away the little voice. With an exaggerated growl, he pushed himself up and started marching toward Ruslan. The guy was moving through the water like an eel. It was like his second nature or something. There was no way for Johnny to catch him.

Unless he bid his time and strategized, which was something he was good at. Yawning and stretching, to show the guy that he was not going to get caught up in that kind of kids' game, he made a full turn, as if he wanted to leave.

Within two seconds, Ruslan was jumping on his back, laughing and wrapping both arms and legs around him.

It felt damn good to be completely naked in the pool, and also to feel the other's skin against him, now slick from the water. He put his hands back to support the guy's ass and turned his head to steal the guy a kiss.

Ruslan was grinning so widely that Johnny's lips partially landed on the guy's teeth. They both burst into laughter.

"Such a spoiled kid," Johnny said gruffly.

It was easy to manipulate Ruslan and wrap him around his own body so that they could face each other. Ruslan squirmed a little, as his ass was resting right above Johnny's cock, now asleep.

Asleep? Johnny could feel the thing twitching. After being in Ruslan's ass for so much time, and after the long hot shower they had taken before heading for the pool, he was supposed to be anything but hard.

The pool was not only heated, but it was located indoors, too. So they could go crazy with everything if they wanted.

But Johnny needed to have a clear head in this, no matter how much his other head wanted to order him around. Ruslan was not to be used like that. It was enough that he had almost wrecked the guy earlier, wanting to prove himself.

So he sneaked one arm beneath Ruslan's ass to support the guy and used the other hand to bury it in the guy's wet hair. And kissed him. Long, without the usual hunger. Just for the pleasure of sensing the pretty man's tongue rubbing against his.

Ruslan seemed to like it, too, so he was glad. He could play around if he wanted to. He controlled the situation, and he wanted to be in control. Pulling the guy's head away just a little, he looked into the deep blue eyes.

"You're friggin' beautiful, you know that?" he mumbled.

He didn't have a way with words. Ruslan probably had guys lined up who knew how to tell him sweet words and whatnot. But Johnny wanted to say his part, too. As short-tongued as he was.

"Hmm, I've been told," Ruslan teased, half closing his eyes.

"And a good fuck," Johnny added, bringing the guy close again for another sweet kiss.

"I'm glad to be appreciated," Ruslan joked the moment Johnny let him breathe.

"But you swim in shallow waters," Johnny said. "I was afraid I was going to make an ass out of myself, not knowing to swim and stuff. But, except for size, this one's like a kiddie pool."

Ruslan's face became serious for a second. And then the guy relaxed again.

"Ah, it's all because other people I know cannot swim either," he said.

"What other people? I thought all rich people know how to swim, play golf and tennis, and stuff like that," Johnny wondered out loud.

"Yanis," Ruslan answered promptly.

"The shmuck can't swim, either?" Johnny laughed.

"You're so pleased with this, I cannot believe it," Ruslan rolled his eyes. "What's with all the need for pissing contests between some guys?"

"Well, some of us have to prove themselves in this world," Johnny replied. "You're so pretty, everyone's at your feet. But for ugly shmucks like that friend of yours and me, we don't get anything handed out to us. We have to bite, and punch, and kick."

Ruslan seemed to ponder a little.

"You're not ugly at all," Ruslan finally said. "You're quite sexy," he added, without one moment of hesitation, and biting his bottom lip.

Johnny looked at Ruslan closely. Yeah, he knew as much. He wasn't blind. His mother had told him one time, before losing her minds, that he had grown to be ruggedly handsome. Also, with so many guys willing to take his dick, he knew he wasn't half bad. Or at least he was some people's type.

But there was no way he was in this pretty boy's league. He was scarred. Broken and remade day after day of training. Yeah, he had a fighter's body. But he wasn't going to look less of a goon if he were to wear a suit.

How must the two of them have looked to the world outside? If someone saw them. Ruslan looked like he belonged to some royal family while he was just some guy from the wrong side of the tracks.

No matter how close they were now, the others were going to see only that. The differences. The money. The fact that they didn't belong together. Yeah, other people would say Johnny was getting himself neck deep into something that wasn't for him.

Oh, yeah? Fuck them.

He kissed Ruslan so savagely now that the man whimpered in his arms, pulling himself back a little.

He wasn't going to back down. He walked over to the edge and put Ruslan down on it, but he didn't let go of the other's lips. Ruslan's hands were in his hair now, going higher, where the fingers could claw at the longer strands.

"I have the secret weapon now," Ruslan giggled when they stopped for air. "I compliment you a little, and you're good to go."

"You shouldn't play with that," Johnny licked his lips, tasting the other's sweet mouth again, from his. "I might not help it and jump you. And I think your ass took enough."

"Who are you to say that?" Ruslan pretended to pout. "I'll say when I had enough."

"Oh, do you think you can play rough?" Johnny smirked.

He pushed Ruslan on his back and bit on the guy's chest hard. Ruslan yelped and laughed, but Johnny wasn't going to back down. He took one rosy nipple into his mouth and sucked it greedily. By the way Ruslan was starting to jolt and shiver, he was doing a great job.

He wasn't in the mood to postpone things. So he pushed himself away and walked out of the pool. Ruslan was staring at him with hooded eyes, following his every move. He offered his hand and Ruslan took it.

And followed him back into the house. They didn't make it past the hallway. It was Ruslan who stopped him now and pushed him against the wall, attacking his mouth.

"Good thing you're good with this one, too," Johnny joked, and brushed his fingers against Ruslan's plump lips, as they stopped to look at each other. "Suck my dick, pretty," he whispered.

Ruslan slid to the carpeted floor, his eyes never leaving Johnny's. He continued to stare, as he pushed the hard cock into his mouth, taking Johnny deep. So deep that the fighter could feel his toes curling against the plush carpet. And, all the time, those amazing blue eyes stayed on him, as if their owner was afraid Johnny was going to disappear or something.

***

Ruslan didn't even blink. He needed this, to keep his eyes on Johnny, to keep that connection between them, no matter how short and fickle it was going to prove to be, in the end. Ah, damn, he loved tasting the guy's cock, just as much as he enjoyed tasting the guy's mouth. Or skin. Johnny was talking about Ruslan being his cookie, but it was the other way around.

The man was delicious. Ruslan wanted to trace and cover the man's body with his tongue. He wanted to take his cock, his balls, into his mouth, and just go crazy. Taking a good hold of the guy's cock, he freed it from his mouth with a satisfying pop and then smacked his lips. From above, Johnny's eyes were watching him with not so veiled hunger.

Without breaking their visual connection, Ruslan went for the other prize he was craving. Johnny had a nice stiff cock and full, heavy balls, and when he tried to stuff his mouth with one of them, he almost felt like laughing. He was going to be artful about feasting on the guy's nice sack of man juice.

So he stuck out his tongue, as far as he could, and gave the tight balls a long swipe from left to right. Going backward, he carefully tried again to fill his mouth.

"Here, pretty," Johnny cooed, and his voice was raspy, loaded.

The man took hold of his own balls and slowly guided Ruslan by keeping him by the back of his head. Ruslan licked with renewed enthusiasm.

"Ah, damn, did I just die?" Johnny laughed, deep and loud, so rough around the edges that Ruslan could feel his hair standing on end, in the best of ways.

"Why?" he stopped, just for a second.

"Because there's no way this is real and happening to me," Johnny chuckled. "So I must be six feet under, with my soul up in heaven, `cause this freaky sexy angel is licking my balls, and there's no way that can be."

Ruslan laughed, too, but still keeping his tongue planted right under the guy's balls. He wanted to say he was no angel or anything, but talking like that was impossible.

Johnny wagged the finger at him, sporting a smile the size of a planet.

"Didn't your papa teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

He clamped his mouth down on the full sack now to make the guy shut up. He knew well enough not to use teeth on that thing that made the strongest men vulnerable, so he just pursed his lips to apply firm pressure.

"Come `ere," Johnny drawled, stroking his cock vigorously.

Ruslan stood there, on his knees, like a good boy, allowing Johnny to push his mouth slowly away, caressing his lips with rough fingers, and preparing the load that he now knew well where it was going to go. So he stuck out his tongue and watched the man hovering about him, leaving all fear, all worries slip away from his mind.

Johnny was a sharpshooter, it seemed, as he made sure that the ropes of cum were now landing straight into Ruslan's mouth, filling it. Ruslan had to rein in the temptation to gulp down every drop as it came, but he wanted to make a little show out of it.

Playing with the cum on his tongue, he continued to look at Johnny. The guy was wasted, but he continued to look at him, too. He swallowed and smacked his lips, sticking out his tongue again, to show the guy he had been a good boy and eaten everything.

"You're really something, Ruslan," Johnny whispered as he pulled him up to his feet.

"Hmm, you didn't call me pretty, like you usually do. Why so serious?" Ruslan joked, giggling as Johnny grabbed him by the waist and placed a quick wet kiss on the side of his neck.

"I wanted to hear it from my mouth. Your name. It still feels like it's not real."

"Oh, it's real," Ruslan nuzzled his nose against Johnny, as they both began chasing the other's lips with small moves. "I think I'll need some soft pillows to sit my ass for the next days."

"Good," Johnny said curtly. "That won't leave you time or motivation to chase after other dudes."

Ruslan burst into laughter for real now.

"I made a promise. And so far, you've been keeping your part of the deal. So there's no reason for me to cheat on you."

"Hmm, it's all like we're in some relationship or something," Johnny joked.

"I guess," Ruslan teased, batting his eyelashes a few times.

It was a bit funny to see a strong, rough man like Johnny so taken with someone like him. Of course, Johnny didn't know the whole truth. Ruslan was going to tell him. Just to make sure to clear the air. But right now he was having way too much fun to ruin everything with serious conversation.

***

Johnny could say that he hadn't felt that good in years. Hell, he could not remember ever feeling that good. Not even as a kid, when he had had no ideas about the real world and whatnot. Ruslan's pretty eyes were making him feel like some stupid teenager. After a weekend spent in the man's arms, the visit to his mom had been uneventful and not as hurtful as usual.

It was strange to think that he had lived for so long without hope. All that guided him was his instinct to survive. His entire life was a ring. A cage. But now someone was digging a tunnel to get him, and that guy was no other than this pretty boy.

He shook his head and chuckled at himself, as he sat at a table in the usual dining dump where he went for his meals. It didn't look like much on the outside or the inside. But they had good food. And Johnny knew what to order to keep himself in shape.

"Would you mind if I took a seat?"

Johnny looked up, a bit surprised. People usually left him alone. Even after coming here for months, they never bothered him. The waitress also knew he wasn't some big talker. So he had every right to be surprised.

And even more so, seeing who was right there, dressed up to snuff, waiting patiently for his answer.

He shrugged, to hide his surprise. Mr. Kent, the older one, sat across for him and began staring at him like he was some mystery the guy needed to figure out.

TBC

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