A/N: Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.
"I'm Willing to die in Training. My trainers have to hold me back. There's a difference between saying you want to be the best and being the best. Everyone says "I want to be the best" But what are you actually willing to do to be the best?- Rico Verhoeven Quote.
He clenched his hand against his wrist, as his boyfriend fucked him against the wall. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but his whispers, his stroking of his shoulders made it worth it. He'd been seeing Rico verhoeven for Six Months. They'd only starting having sex this month. He couldn't have been sure that Rico was holding out, but he figured that he had.
The moment Mason had given him the green light the Kick-boxer had been all over him like a Wild, hungry Six foot Five Octopus. His Boyfriend was a famous kick-boxer that was fighting all over the world. He'd just beaten Anderson Silva By TKO. He'd been training away from Mason, sounding Grumpy on the phone, every time he'd called.
Now after the win, Rico had given him the card to his hotel. He walked in and found Rico with his Team-mates. Mason sat with them and talked about his fight. He listened to their pointers and told Rico about his Good and Bad points. When Rico wanted to rest, Rico's head coach, Coenen, shooed them out.
When they were finally alone Rico gave Mason a big plate of Fries. He went to the Hob and got the frying pan. In the middle of the purple pan there was a huge steak, Mason could smell the smokiness and the oil pricking his nose.
"Woah, I'll just have some fries...why do you have a truck load of Fries and steak by the way? Is this for your Team-mates all week?" Mason asked.
Rico put the pan back on the hob, and sat down, grabbing his fork.
"It's all for me"
"It's not the Healthiest thing for you body though is it? Stuffing yourself with Grease fat and lard? All that Meat, these salty crispy fries and who can forget...the dips"
"I can afford too. When you're an Althete at the highest level, you can eat a whole lot of shit. I don't smoke or drink. Eating Is One of the Two Guilty Pleasures that I have, so stop whining" Rico said stuffing his mouth with more fries to piss Mason off.
"And What's your other Guilty pleasure?" Mason asked.
That's how he found himself up against the wall. Legs spread, stomach churning. The back of his neck was wet from Rico's breath and licks. He steadied himself against the wall as his Boyfriend went harder, wrapping his arm around Mason's waist, so that the student could take him in, all of him.
It hurt like hell. But Rico was enjoying it, Whispering playful things, funny things, dirty things about how he'd been thinking about him all through Kick-boxing Camp. How he'd wake up hard from dreams from him without doing anything about it. How excited he'd been when Mason had walked in the Hotel room after he'd won.
"I would have fucked you right then, right there in front of my Head Coach!" Rico laughed.
"I'm glad you didn't. I'm not into threesomes" Mason said.
He relaxed when his boyfriend came out. Mason turned around and both Guys put their Boxer shorts back on.
"You wouldn't try a Threesome? Mason you need to be more adventurous. I promise you'll like it"
He smiled as Mason rubbed his crotch making him hard again. "Don't start without me, I'll get rubbers" he said, but the tall Fighter grabbed his hand.
"Woah wait...Why don't we do something else?" Rico grinned.
The next day Mason hid the bite-marks. But Liam could smell them...