A/N: Strong Language, Adult scenes.
"And your Winner, by Unanimous Decision! Ruthless Robbie Lawler!" Buffer said.
And with those words Carlos Condit's Heart sank. Not because he'd lost, but because he knew that he'd won. His Coaches had told him that he'd won the first three Rounds. His Mind went over the fight. He realised that they were right. Condit's Kick-Boxing had Dominated Lawler for Three Rounds.
How could he have lost?
When he got home Nate Diaz was Waiting for him. It was almost a Surprise to see him there. Even though the Welter-Weight have given Nate his Key Months ago.
"Hey...are you Good?" Nate asked.
It was a dumb Question, but one that Condit had been asked all Night.
"I've...I've had better days" Condit said. He dropped his Reebok Training bag on the floor and zipped up his Fleece.
"You wanna go out later?" Nate asked.
"We'll see...I'm gonna Shower, Make yourself at home" Condit said.
He went to his room, and locked the door. Nate had a Habit of sneaking in. He pulled the shower Curtain back and cleaned the shower. He left the spray on the tiles and turned the TV. On Fox, Fighters Dominck Cruz, Nate's Brother, Nick Diaz and Khabib Nurmagomedov were talking about the fight.
"It's Obvious that the Judges...have a long way to go" Cruz said.
"Yeah...you know, they screwed up" Nick said.
"I think that the Winner...did not win tonight" Khabib said.
Condit nodded. He took his T-shirt off and leaned against the door. He felt Better when he realised that his fellow fighters thought he'd won.
"I knew I should be champ" Condit said.
He gently Tapped on the door. Unbeknowst to Condit, the door lock released. He took his Reebok Sponsor Clothes off. He stepped in the shower, Feeling a sense of Relief as the shower water streamed down his body. The water Washed away all the Anxiety, the left-over blood, and embarrassment of Losing the Title a Second time.
Condit came out of the shower refreshed, and Surprisingly, ready to train. But then he told himself that he'd just fought. He wrapped a Towel Around himself and stepped into his room...
Only to find Nick Diaz's Little Brother Lying on the bed, on his Elbows.
"I swear I locked the door" Condit said.
"Nah, you didn't" Nate said leaning up.
Condit wanted to make the rules clear. Hugging was as far as he was going to go tonight. Not because he couldn't...But because he was mentally Exhausted. He couldn't think of one UFC Fighter that liked getting Dirty Straight after a loss. He was sure that Nate would understand.
"Nate I'm just tired, and I don't want...we shouldn't...you know...not tonight. After Lawler and everything" Condit said.
Condit watched Diaz quietly glance at his Half naked body and felt an Over-Whelming need to put some clothes on. He knew he was being Paranoid. Nate had seen him bare plenty of times, but Condit just wanted to avoid being Judged. He'd had enough of that from the Judges tonight.
"So...wait...You don't wanna Fuck" Nate asked.
"No"
"Cause you lost?" Nate asked.
"Pretty much" Condit told him.
"We did after the GSP fight,...and you lost that one"
"Yeah well this one's different" Condit said.
He turned away from the Younger Diaz Brother and put a pair of Nike Boxer Shorts on. He shuffled to right side of the room and pulled on a "Tap out" T-shirt. He turned the Volume up on the Television and sat down on the bed. As soon as his Thighs Touched the Matreess Nate's hands were all over his back.
"Nate...what did I just say?" Condit huffed.
"Bullshit. Don't start with the whole "I'm too Depressed to fuck" excuse. My Brother lost Fights back to Back. And He was bringing Girls home every night" Nate said.
Condit tried to explain that he wasn't Nick. He tried to explain that every UFC Fighter had different reactions to a loss. Some Fighters acted like they were indifferent. Some fighters wanted to fight again on the same night. Some Fighters wanted to crawl into their beds and stay there forever.
Condit had other ideas. Which he tried to tell Nate about. But Nate wasn't listening.
"I wanna talk to you" Condit said trying to face Nate.
Nate responded by turning Condit back around and Kissing his shoulder.
Condit could feel Nate's Breath on his back. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked the feeling of Nate's Teeth brushing against his skin. He took a took a Deep Breath and tried to change the subject.
"Hey... I wanna talk about something serious"
"Sure...so, are you blowing anymore or what? Cause the last time you blew me, was like...a month and Six Days ago. Not that I've been counting the days like a fag but..."
"Nate I'm thinking about Retirement...UFC Retirement" Carlos Blurted out.
"No, fuck that" Nate said.
Condit felt Nate spin around him until Nate was staring into his eyes, with his hand on his legs. Condit had stared at Nate before, in his Room, in loads of Different situations, mainly Arguments mostly. But this time he turned away. He didn't want Nate judging him. And Changing his mind with those Californian Dark Brown Eyes of his.
"Retiring...It's just seems right" Condit said.
"Bullshit. You ain't Quiting. No-one in my family Quits" Nate said sternly.
Condit prodded Nate in the shoulder. "Nate I'm not your Family. I've got a Family of my own to support. I've got Trainers to pay, Greg Jackson's going to take a Huge Chunk out of my purse. I need Championship Pay. And can't survive on Reebok Pay"
"I know...Arlovski's Dog can't survive on Reebok Pay. Condit you can bounce back from this. I'll make you get over this shit" Nate said.
The Television Blurred for Condit as Nate kissed him on the mouth. Condit pulled himself up onto the bed and rubbed Nate's back as they made out. As Carlos felt Nate Mount him eagerly, Condit figured that Nate was only being supportive because he wanted one thing. He didn't want Nate coming onto him out of desperation.
He didn't want his Boyfriend to see him as a Pity Fuck.
A Retired UFC Pity fuck...
Gently Condit pushed Nate away and rolled out from under him. He climbed off the bed and started looking for a Smart pair of Trousers. As he began looking around in Drawers Nate stared at him Beweldered.
"What you doing?" Nate asked.
"Out"
"Out...What?" Nate asked.
"You were right. We should go out. There's no point staying in this room. Bitching and moaning about a Fight that I can't change" Condit said with a Shrug.
"Maybe you should stay away from the bars. Fighters on a loss, start drinking heavy shit. They start doing fucked up stuff. Stuff that they don't normally do" Nate said.
Condit realised that was Nate's way of saying "Stay in bed" But he wasn't listening.
The more Condit thought of the bar scene, and the lights, and the People. The more excited he became. He Found Dark Bad-Boy Sponsor Trousers and pulled them on.
"You can stay here if you want. Stay over. I won't wake you when I get back I promise"
"You ain't Promising Shit. I'm going too. It was my Idea" Nate said.
He clumsily got out of bed and started looking for his phone. There was no way, that he was going to a crowded Bar with Condit alone. He'd need his friends there, to keep an Eye on Condit.
His Older Brother Nick would be a Good spy...
Nate didn't want the "Natural Born Killer" to get too wild After his loss...
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