Chapter 4: There's a beast in my heart and he won't let you leave alive.
Jon didn't know what to expect from Colby the first time they met. It was a odd chance, their first meeting. Colby was standing outside of a gym in Philadelphia that Jon had been working out at, screaming at someone on the phone. He was different then, than he is now. His hair was all black and he was significantly more aggressive than he is now. Jon was sure he saw the monster that first day, he just didn't quite know what it was. It was that aggression that made him approach Colby to begin with. He was intrigued from the start.
"What's your problem?" He asked, stepping up beside the dark-haired guy.
"Fucking douchebag boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend," He eyes the blonde beside him suspiciously. "Who are you?"
Jon gave him a slightly affronted look. "Jon Moxley."
"Oh, I've heard of you," He says, a smirk forming. "Moxley can't possibly be your real name."
Jon snorts. "It's not. But that doesn't mean I'll tell you what it is."
"I didn't ask you to," The dark haired guy says, cocking his hip. "You're not gonna ask me who I am?"
"I guess," Jon shrugged. "That's how conversations start isn't it? Or you could have introduced yourself."
A smile. "I could. But I suppose I was waiting for an invitation," He licks his lips, still smiling. "They call me Tyler Black."
"They call you Tyler Black," Jon intones, sniffing indignantly. "What am I going to call you?"
"Tyler's" smile widens, showing teeth. There's a little gap between his front ones, Jon thinks its sorta cute. "Heh, I like you. You can call me Colby."
Jon stares at him for a moment. "You don't look like a Colby."
Colby shrugs. "Who actually looks like what their name is?"
Jon nods his agreement and continues to stare, unashamedly at Colby. He's stunningly attractive in a unconventional sort of way. His long dark brown hair is wildly curly and sticking up in every direction, whipped around by the wind. He's got these huge brown eyes that stare right back at Jon through his close, silent scrutiny. Colby's not wearing a jacket, despite how fucking cold it is and the tight t-shirt he wears clings beautifully to his well-muscled body. His jeans sit just right on his slim hips, and squeeze tight against his incredible thighs.
"You're fucking hot." Jon says when their eyes meet again.
"Thanks," Colby says and licks his lips again. "You're not so bad yourself."
"Not so bad," Jon laughs. "That's a backhanded compliment."
"We can't all be as forward as you," Colby says, his tone teasing. "But nonetheless, like I said. I like you. And yeah, you're hot as fuck."
It's Colby's turn to stare. He gives Jon a Cheshire Cat smile, liking what he sees. Jon's eyes are impossibly blue and clear and sharp, watching intently. Colby likes Jon's mouth, he decides, it's twisted into a little smirk and his tongue pokes out at the corner. Jon's tall, taller than Colby by a few inches at least. He's tall and lean, all arms and legs. Jon sort of looks like an old Hollywood bad boy with his devilishly messy dirty blonde hair. His jacket is black leather over a white t-shirt that stretches just right across his chest, and jeans that fit loosely on his waist but hang just right, making his legs look even longer.
"So what the fuck is wrong with your ex?" Jon asks.
Jon completes his bad boy image in Colby's mind when he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He slides one out and lights it with an orange lighter. Colby's captivated for a moment, watching Jon's mouth as he smokes. Jon notices and makes a show of blowing smoke out between his lips.
"He's an idiot," Colby says, staring intently at Jon's mouth when he brings the cigarette back to his lips. "Dumped me because I travel too much. Fucking bitch. And over the phone. Didn't have the balls to tell me to my face. Whatever."
"His loss," Jon says and shrugs his shoulders. "I wouldn't let a hot little thing like you go if my life depended on it."
Colby smirks and approaches Jon. Closer together, he can smell his cologne; warm and musky, a smell that befits Jon. Colby plucks the cigarette from between Jon's fingers and brings it to his lips, inhaling, exhaling, smoke swirling between them. Jon watches, enraptured. Smoking to him had never looked quite so obscene. The way Colby's lips pursed as he blew out the grey cloud of smoke, the way his mouth wrapped around the end of that cigarette. Immediately he wondered what Colby's hot, teasing little mouth would look like around his dick. Jon smiles a little wider.
"You look like you want to eat me alive," Colby says, tilting his head. He's still holding the cigarette between his fingers but doesn't bring it to his mouth again. "I'm okay with that."
"Maybe I do," Jon says. "Maybe I wanna see your mouth on my cock."
Colby smiles a real full smile. It's beautiful, even though the reason he smiles is filthy. "Show it to me. And I'll let you know if you get your wish."
What an audacious motherfucker, Jon thinks. But he likes Colby, he determines after this short conversation. Colby's brash and unapologetic just like Jon. He's standing there, smoking his cigarette, smiling through the smoke, a challenge in his huge, round brown eyes. Jon wonders if Colby means for him to pull his dick out right then and there on the street in front of the gym. Colby's still smiling but he flicks the cigarette away as he closes the small gap between them. Shameless, Colby grabs a handful of Jon's crotch through his jeans and squeezes gently. Jon bites his lip against a groan as Colby rubs his hand against him.
"You bold little shit." Jon says.
"That I am," Colby replies and presses his lips to the corner of Jon's mouth. "Take me somewhere. I'll suck your fucking cock like its never been sucked before."
Something inside Jon wakes up when Colby utters those words. It's a raw, wild, burning thing. Jon grabs Colby by the arm, marching him down the steps from the gym. They walk a little way before turning up outside a hotel. Jon leads Colby inside and takes him up to the fourth floor. Jon's got a room there and it's a mess when he opens the door. Clothes are everywhere but the bed is clear enough. Colby looks around, seemingly unbothered by the mess. He turns back to Jon, smiling that dirty little grin and shoves the blonde onto the bed. It's only a matter of seconds before Jon's pants are around his ankles and Colby's down on his knees, devouring his cock eagerly.
And fuck is he good at it. Jon feels dizzy. Colby's mouth is warm and his is tongue incredibly skilled. His mouth and hands do all the right things at the right time and Jon moans, really fucking moans for him. Colby's got the hottest mouth his cock has ever been in. He certainly hadn't lied when he said he'd suck him off like no one ever had.
Jon holds Colby's head down by a fistful of hair at the back of his head when he cums. Colby readily, eagerly swallows what Jon gives him and makes a dirty little show of licking him clean. Colby stands up when he's finished, his lips swollen and glistening. He licks them, smiles, and kisses Jon full on the mouth.
"I gotta go," Colby says when he pulls away. "Got a show tonight."
Jon's a little baffled by him. He didn't expect Colby to be the type to give him the most incredible blowjob of his life, then walk right out the door without asking for something in return. Maybe Colby was just like that, maybe that's really why his boyfriend left him. Maybe Colby was just an insatiable little whore who enjoyed leaving random hotel rooms with the taste of some random guy in his mouth.
"Yeah, alright," Jon says. He stands and fixes his pants. "Just like that?"
"Just like that," Colby echoes, smiling still. "You couldn't handle all of me, Jon. Not by a long shot."
"Fuck you. You have no idea what I can handle," Jon says, actually offended this time. "It's you that couldn't handle me. I promise you that."
"I think I handled you pretty well," Colby says smoothly, looking unbothered by Jon's outburst. "Or did you not just practically cum buckets down my throat? Has it been a while, Jon? Or have you just not found someone who can take care of you right?"
Jon's sort of mad, seething actually. Colby's a mouthy little fuck. There's a fleeting thought in Jon's mind to shove his cock down his throat again to shut him up. Colby brings himself closer to Jon, a graceful, purposeful movement. Colby lines his body up against Jon's, pressing against him. Jon feels the hard heaviness of Colby's cock pressing against his hip and it sends a little thrill through him.
"Believe me. I wanna take you, fuck you, let you fuck me," Colby says, he brushes his lips against Jon's chin and let's out a short laugh. "But I'd hurt you. I'd really fucking hurt you. And I'd like it. I'd want you to hurt me, and I'd fucking like that too."
"Here's something you don't know about me," Jon says, grabbing a handful of Colby's hair. He wrenches his head to the side, forcing Colby to look at him. "I'm kind of a sick guy. I'd like all that shit too."
Something seems to flare up in Colby's eyes, desire or something like that. Jon can feel Colby's heart thumping against his chest like a wild bird trying to break out of a cage. It looks familiar, feels familiar and something inside Jon is awake and roaring. An old friend, Jon knows it. The beast inside him wants the one inside Colby. It smells him, hears him, claims him. It's in that moment Jon decides that Colby belongs to him. This twisted little monster was going to feed the chaos inside him, and Jon had a feeling he'd be doing the same for Colby.
