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It’s a Tuesday night, just like any night, and the crowd is bloodthirsty. So Tiger pulls out his usual match-up - Kong vs Khan, and of course Kong loses and gets some blood on the mat and the crowd goes wild.
His cell rings just as he’s finished kicking the audience out, he climbs through the ropes and picks up right away.
A fast and expressive voice greets his ears.
“Hey, motherfucker! How are you doing, man? Uh huh, uh huh. Well, uh, listen man. I kind of have a problem over here. I was hoping you could do me a favor…”
That was how the phone call started. It didn’t take much to convince Tiger, so he agreed to help his promoter buddy, Mikey. Because he’s nice like that. Also because Mikey has a big pool of money he’s willing to split with Tiger if he did him this favor.
It was simple enough - a lot of Mikey’s fighters got sick over the weekend at a party of some sort, and unfortunately almost all his jobbers and heels were out of commission. He just needs to borrow one from Tiger and he’ll just bill it as a friendly fight club vs fight club special if Tiger also comes and hypes it up with him.
Tiger looks at his roster, but he already made up his mind when he got off the call. Even if the guy is annoying to deal with, Kong is pretty good at what he does. So he claps a friendly hand on Kong’s shoulder after a show and pitches him the job. At first the guy didn’t look too receptive to it, but then Tiger adds that he’ll pay him 10% of the winnings. Kong perks up at that, interest is plainly written on his face as he nods slowly in agreement.
“Great, we’ll just go there together, okay? Meet me here on Friday after your fight and once I close up, then we’ll head out. I’ll drive.” Tiger begins to book things on his phone. Not looking at Kid for any confirmation.
“Okay.” Kid says and watches him type away.
Tiger begins walking out of the facility, face still buried in his phone, Kid follows him.
“Looks like it’s quite a trip though, I can drive fast and we’ll only need to spend one night on the road. I’ll get us a place to stay. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I’ll cover the costs for this, yeah?”
“Okay. Thank you.” Kid says then shuffles a little on his feet, “I’ll go now. Have a good night, Tiger.”
“Uh huh, you too.”
Tiger doesn’t even look up, but still gives a dismissive wave to Kid.
The first and only red flag should have been the receptionist giving them a weird, suggestive smirk the whole time they checked in. He should have known there was a reason why she was super hush, hush about things and didn't repeat his booking back to him, and just quickly whispered: Oh yes, Mr. Tiger. I know which room, no worries.
Tiger had brushed it off thinking she was unsubtle in trying to flirt with Kid. Her tone teasing, her smile devious. She was way too young for Tiger, and she kept looking between them, squinting at Tiger and staring in awe at Kid. Speaking of which, that guy just looks uninterested, dead inside, and bored. He’s wandering around the lobby looking at random brochures, posters, and the fancy coffee machine. Tiger almost scolds him when it looked like he was going to have it start brewing coffee without a mug underneath.
“Okay you're all good to go Mr. Tiger.”
“Excellent, good girl, thanks for all your help.” He tosses the keys in the air and catches it again. Showboating for no reason. “We'll head up now, sweetie.” He winks at her. Kid quickly shuffles over behind him, a tall, looming shadow. She blushes at Tiger and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Tiger feels proud he's still got it in him.
The last red flag should have been that she handed him only one key.
But he was tired, gunning it all the way here in the rental car so he can avoid spending any time with Kid. Luckily the guy was quiet the whole ride, clutching his backpack on his lap against his chest and staring out the window. Too bad it was 7 hours of terrible radio signals, two pit stops, too many energy drinks, and awkward silence. And that was with him literally speeding way too fast to be safe.
“Good girl?” Kid asks as he follows Tiger upstairs to their room.
“She was helpful.”
Kid doesn't respond. Tiger turns left down the hallway where Room 45 is.
“Sweetie?” Kid asks.
“She was cute.” Tiger lies. Not really, she wasn't his type of gal. Too flat and too young.
“She was?”
Wow what was Kid's problem?
“It's just a word that I heard a lot in America when I was studying there. Got used to it. Sometimes it slips out, bad habit, you know?”
Kid goes quiet again, like he's thinking too hard about it all.
“You okay there?” Tiger asks as he stops in front of Room 45. Sure, Kid is usually the silent type, but Tiger has a feeling there’s something else on that guy’s mind that he wants to let out. Tiger’s also got a weird gut feeling that it’s about him.
“Yeah…” Kid mumbles, staring at him for a bit, then tilts his head down to Tiger’s hand where he’s holding the key. “Let’s go in.”
“Okay, okay, sorry for being worried for once.” He unlocks the door and slams his hand against the closest wall, searching fruitlessly for the light switch. Kid doesn’t say anything- or help, but finally he manages to turn on the light, flinching a bit as the brightness assaults his eyes.
From the small entryway he can tell it’s not too shabby, now to check out the rest of it…
Tiger pales the moment he walks deep enough into the room. Oh shit, oh shit. He booked the wrong room, this is the wrong room! He hears footsteps walk up then abruptly stop at the end of the entryway.
“Tiger?” Kid says from behind him.
Tiger turns and they stare at each other. Kid immediately looks concerned and squeezes past him to look.
“Tiger…” Kid whispers, voice stern, “Why is there only one bed?”
“I have no idea. I swear. Let me call the front desk, maybe they have another room. Hell, I’ll even sleep in the car.” Tiger panics and rushes over to the phone, pressing 0 right away. He eyes the single bed anxiously as he stands in front of it, receiver to his ear.
“Hello Mr. Tiger, how can I help you?” The sweet, and now he can hear, devilish, voice asks.
“Yes, hi, hello. Haha, you wouldn’t believe it, but I made a mistake.” He runs a hand through his hair and chuckles to sound suave, but it definitely comes out nervous.
“A mistake? That’s no good, what happened?” She does not sound concerned. At. All.
“I booked the wrong room, there’s only…one bed.” He clears his throat, glancing over at Kid who seems like he’s taking this a little poorly, sitting in a chair, clutching his backpack to his chest again, and brooding . “Do you have any extra rooms available? Please tell me you have a room with two beds? We’ll even take two baby cradles at this point, we’ll make it work.”
He hears some typing, a bit too loud and fast and erratic. She’s definitely faking it.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Tiger, we don’t have any available rooms with two beds. I can upgrade you the love su-”
“NO! I mean, no thank you. That won’t be necessary.” He almost punches the pillow next to him. “Love, I don’t want to be rude, but is there any other lodging nearby that we can go to? I’ll still pay for our room!”
“Nope!” She says too cheerfully, and once again, too fast, “I’m sorry Mr. Tiger, we’re the only place for miles. And I mean maybe 5 hours of driving, it’s pretty much in the city.”
Tiger sputters a bit then goes silent, his brain raking for any solutions but coming up blank.
“Anything else I can help you with, Mr. Tiger?”
“Ah, no, no. Thank you, love. Have a good night.” He hangs up.
Kid looks at him, expression dark but still unreadable.
“Um. At least it’s a queen?” Tiger tries to sound like he’s not freaking out.
Kid sighs. “Am I sleeping in the car?”
The door opens, Tiger looks up from where he’s digging through his bag for the toiletries and Kid is standing there looking haggard, like he already lost a whole night's sleep.
“I can’t do it.” Kid sighs and tosses the keys at Tiger.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Tiger catches them and throws them onto the nightstand.
“I mean, it’s a tiny car and for some reason the front two seats are broken. They can’t recline.”
“How about just laying in the back?”
Kid looks pissed at that, but then again when does he not look like he’s got something up his ass?
“Tiger, I’m 6’2”. The length of the seats is maybe 5’. If you want me to fight tomorrow and impress your friend, then let me sleep on the bed.” He throws his backpack on it without waiting for an answer.
“Fuck. Seriously? You can’t pull that on me. I’m your boss, you can’t just do what you want.” Tiger scowls and moves to grab the backpack and throw it on the ground or something.
Kid takes only two steps with his stupid long legs and tosses his entire body onto the bed, almost like a petulant child. “I’m sleeping here. Feel free to try the car. Or that chair. Or the floor.” He says, turning his head to the side away from Tiger.
“Seriously? Seriously! Are you serious right now?” Tiger reaches over and shoves at Kid’s shoulder. He ignores the embarrassment when he doesn’t even budge him. Kid doesn’t answer and just settles in a bit more, wiggling his body.
“Fuck! I wouldn’t have picked you if I knew you were going to be this much of a bitch. Jesus.” Tiger glares at the man’s muscular- wait what, no, bad Tiger, don’t objectify your employee. The man’s back. “Well, if you’re gonna sleep on the bed, then can you at least shower first?”
Kid surges up, startling Tiger, and grabs his backpack, his stupid long legs only taking a few strides into the bathroom, slamming the door shut a bit too loudly.
Tiger exhales through his mouth, feeling a headache starting, and sits on the bed with his head in his hands, trying to ignore the fact Kid is getting naked a few feet away from him. He listens as the shower turns on and tries to think of his options.
Car? Nope, not with the way Kid is describing it. Chair? Hell no, it’s not even a love seat. He considers the tub or the floor. But they don’t have extra sheets or blankets.
Tiger leans over to call the front desk again.
“Hello, Mr. Tiger, are you settling in alright?”
“Ah, sure love, say, do you have extra blankets or sheets-”
“Sorry Mr. Tiger, it’s laundry day.”
Tiger’s eyebrows shoot up, “Laundry day? That shouldn’t stop you guys from having extra stuff around!”
“Sorry.” She might as well be doing something cliche like chewing gum and filing her nails at this point.
“Oh my God, what kind of motel is this?” He snaps at her. He does feel a little bad about it, but he’s at his wits end here.
“The best you got!” She snaps back and somehow manages to sound happy about it.
There’s no winning with this girl, so he might as well throw in the towel now. “Alright, alright.” He sighs, “Have a good night, love.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Tiger! I hope you both have a good night.” She hangs up first this time.
The bathroom door opens and Kid walks out with a towel wrapped around his small waist. No scratch that- Tiger’s eyes almost fall out of their sockets- it’s wrapped around his hips and it’s very, very short. He can see almost everything indecent. Only inches shy from exposing his inner thighs, his abs and fucking belly button out and about, and even- oh God - the V-lines of his hips, yeah, that thing that leads to his crotch.
Kid’s drying his hair with a towel that looks suspiciously bigger than the one barely covering anything and puts his backpack in the corner. He then plops down at the edge of the bed and looks up at Tiger, damp curls falling over his dark eyes.
“It’s all yours.” Kid says and looks away, super focused on toweling his hair and brooding at the opposite wall.
Tiger just stares. He can’t help it. Despite his personality and appearance people always assumed he was straight, but he’s bi, okay? Sure, he’s only slept with two guys in his life, preferring the ladies, but he’s got eyes and Kid has a great body. And a nice face. But Kid is also his employee and Tiger is his employer…well, in an illegal way and not officially recognized by the government. So maybe-
Kid stops toweling his hair and looks over slowly with confusion on his face.
“Is there something-”
“NOPE. Sorry, I’m good. Just thinking a lot right now.” Tiger manages to say, and rushes over with his bag to the bathroom before he just pops something in front of Kid. Time for a cold shower.
Tiger isn’t some kind of seducer or whatever Kid is, and made sure he walked out with sleeping pants on. Properly on his body.
Kid is already settled in the bed, his upper torso bare and breathing quietly, he’s laying on his back, hands folded in front of him. And once again - brooding, at the ceiling this time. Nothing is safe from his brooding.
Tiger doesn’t say anything, just trying to get his heart to stop pounding, he’s going to be okay, it’s not like he’s crawling into bed with a polar bear or anything. Yeah, that’s right, he’s the boss here. He’s got the upper hand, so just get under the sheets like a man!
Tiger stomps over, briefly snapping Kid out of his Batman impression and gets a hand on the sheets before he pauses. He squints at Kid who’s squinting at him like he just ruined a meditation session.
“Uh, you’re not…naked are you?” Tiger asks.
Kid looks annoyed, “What? No. I’m not.”
Tiger slowly lifts the sheets in suspicion and slips in without breaking eye-contact with Kid. Kid doesn’t break eye-contact either, frowning like he’s about to punch Tiger.
“Why?” Kid asks, “You want me to be?”
“No! What the fuck- what? Why would you- ugh.” Tiger immediately turns away, his back to Kid so he can’t see his face turning red, “Go to sleep. Let’s get this over with.”
Kid makes a huffing noise and turns off the light. The room goes dark and Tiger gets a bad feeling about this. Like, really bad.
“Why do you call her ‘love’?” Kid suddenly mumbles.
“Huh?” Tiger turns his head to stare at Kid’s profile. He’s still staring up at the ceiling again like he’s going to burn holes in it, good Lord, does he do anything else besides think and stare? “Well…I studied in Britain for a while. Bad habit.” Is all Tiger provides for him.
Kid goes quiet and even in the dark Tiger can see his long lashes move as he closes his eyes.
Well, that was the end of that conversation. Tiger definitely noticed Kid’s been weird about his nicknames for the receptionist tonight. Super weird, but he’s too conflicted about his horniness and tired from driving to think too much about it, so he ignores it.
He shuffles to get comfortable but immediately freezes as his arm brushes against Kid’s. Shit. He only moved one fucking centimeter.
The queen is not big enough for the both of them.
It’s 1:36 AM, the bright red numbers glowing in his face. Wait a minute, the clock is on Kid’s side of the bed, and he’s definitely reading it over the mound that is Kid’s shoulder. Tiger assesses his situation groggily, and almost jumps out the window to kill himself. Except even his sleep-ridden brain knows this motel only has two floors, so if anything, if he jumped, he’d only end up scrapping up his dignity and pride instead of his guts.
This brief moment of unnaturally intense need to off himself was because…well, because he’s spooning his jobber. And he has never had thoughts of offing himself before because he loves himself too much, so this is a lot for him to take in right now.
Kid is tall. He’s a very tall guy. And Tiger isn’t short himself, a good 6’, so he has never had the opportunity to cuddle a girl or guy taller than him. But yeah, first time for everything he guesses. The problem is that this guy is his employee, it’s Kong, it’s Kid. The insufferable guy that’s insanely attractive.
It’s not too awkward, but the feeling of not just fully encompassing his bed partner is bizarre.
He can’t even peel himself away, somehow he has fully wrapped his arms around the guy’s torso, one arm pinned underneath the body.
This is bad. This situation is bad, because instead of suicide, now he’s planning murder. Maybe he can just suffocate Kid with a pillow so he doesn’t wake up, because Tiger is now realizing his dick is hard. Hard and pressing into the small of Kid’s back. In a normal, sexy way if he was spooning someone smaller, it’d be in their ass crack. But nooo, he’s the small one here and it’s digging into a goddamn back.
And his dick likes it.
Okay, okay. Tiger mentally takes in a deep breath to calm himself. He absolutely does not want Kid to wake up and punch him or something. I’m a virile man. Full of seed and testosterone. I’m just so fucking manly my dick can’t help but be so fucking hard all the time. Okay, even if it takes me all night, I just need to slowly, SLOWLY, start moving my arm away. Actually, maybe first I need to get my crotch off his back. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Okay, slowly-
“Tiger. I can hear you thinking.”
He flinches and even screams.
Kid turns his head back to look at him over his shoulder, he looks like he’s been awake for a while.
“Uh.” Tiger stares, brain not processing anything, like what to do or say at the moment, so he says, “Hi.”
“Hi.” Kid frowns at him.
“Uh.” Tiger keeps staring, “How long…how long have you been awake for?”
“Since your dick started stabbing me.” Kid says.
“How long ago was that?”
“Maybe 10 minutes ago.”
“And you were just laying there?” Tiger looks down and sees he’s still pressed up against him, dick and all. Goddamn it, you pervert, fucking move away. Now. He mentally screams to himself. But he’s frozen, like he’s stuck to Kid with glue.
Kid looks down too, then very, very subtly presses back. Tiger sucks in a breath, his dick hardening more.
“UH.” Tiger’s mind goes static.
“And besides, I mean it, it was stabbing me. Like you were actually stabbing me-” Kid makes a shanking motion like he has a knife in his hand, back and forth, cutting in the air, “-with your dick. So it was hard to ignore it.”
Oh, he was humping him.
“Oh, I was humping you.” Tiger says too loudly. He goes back to wanting to jump out of the building because a broken ankle is better than this right now.
Kid nods, “Yes. I just wanted to be nice, but you said it.”
“Okay. So, I’m gonna just, like, move away now. Away from you.” Tiger says, but Kid is still pushing back against him, and he has no idea when it happened but Kid has shifted up and now his ass crack is snuggling Tiger’s dick and rubbing it, some friction from what feels like cotton. So he wasn’t lying, he really is wearing something and is not completely nude. Thank God, because if he was butt-naked Tiger would have probably just stuck it in like a bullet train barreling into a tunnel.
And now Tiger wants to murder Kid again.
“Oh, oh my god.” Tiger says, mind wanting to pull away but his arms are betraying him like Brutus and is tightening around Kid, pulling him closer. He can’t help his hips beginning to thrust against that ass. “Jesus Christ. What is going on here? I’m dreaming. This is a dream, a nightmare.”
“A good nightmare, right?” Kid chuckles. It’s teasing but Tiger can hear a little insecurity in his voice, like he’s not sure if he’s doing good. Which is cute, and is one of Tiger’s kryptonite, when he can be the one to show his partner the books. There's nothing better than being the reason someone falls apart under your hands. Because he’s a virile man. Full of seed and testosterone. He’s just so fucking manly his dick can’t help but be so fucking hard all the time. And he fucks a lot, and well-
“Stop thinking.” Kid sighs, “Let’s do it.” He finally turns around, facing Tiger with a stern look on his face, he reaches down and gently cups his hand around Tiger’s dick in his pants. He begins to rub it, slowly and deliberately.
“Okay.” Tiger’s dick says as it twitches in response to the stimulation.
“Okay?” Kid’s mouth says, using the body part that people are supposed to use to talk.
“Yeah, fuck it.” Tiger’s mouth says back and he suddenly grabs Kid’s hand, pressing it down hard on his dick, “Fuck it, let’s do it.”
If the excited, maybe borderline psychotic, look in Kid’s eyes was not enough to deter him from banging his employee, then maybe he’s kind of fucked in the first place.
“Fuck, fuck… Tiger…” Kid pants, he's shifting and squirming everywhere. Tiger’s trying to give him a hand job for God’s sake, but he’s getting grabby at Tiger like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
“Shit, Kid, calm down.” He grabs Kid’s hips and holds him still, it seems to work since Tiger is finally able to wrap his hand around his unfairly perfectly shaped cock and slowly moves his hand up and down. They’re both on their sides facing each other, both staring down at where Tiger is touching him. Tiger’s looking just to see what he’s doing, but when he glances up at Kid’s face, the guy is enraptured, staring in awe like he can’t believe what’s happening.
“You look like you’re having a vision. You alright there?” Tiger asks as he swipes the tip of Kid’s leaking cock, and God, is it leaking. Kid’s hips stutter and his eyes flutter shut. Tiger gives him a moment, not expecting an answer, so he’s pretty surprised when Kid sighs and grabs Tiger’s wrist with both hands, stilling him.
“Tiger…I- I never done this before.”
“Well, no shit. Didn't think you slept with guys before.”
“No…” He begins moving Tiger’s hand, mouth falling open as Tiger runs a thumb along a vein. “I mean, I’ve never…with anyone before.”
Oh.
OH.
Tiger feels a shock of pure electricity shoot into his stomach, his cock shoots up like a fucking bottle rocket, and the need to rock Kid’s world overcomes him. He quickly scrambles up, hovering above Kid, hands on each side of his head and stares down at him. He looks like an angel in the moonlight peeking through the curtains, hair in disarray contrasted against the white pillow, eyes darker than ever, sweat beginning to collect on his toned chest.
“Shit.” Tiger breathes out then rests a hand on Kid’s chest over his heart. Yes, he’s doing it to be a little affectionate and calm him down, but also he kind of wants to touch those pecs. Jesus, he can feel that fist-shaped organ pumping through his hand. It's beating so fast Tiger almost thinks he's going to die.
“You’re a virgin? No fucking way, how old are you?”
Tiger can taste the embarrassment in the air. “I was never interested until I met y-” Kid looks away and even in the dark Tiger can see his ears are turning red, “I’m 34.”
“Is that why you look so sad and pissy all the time? You haven't had sex for 34 years?”
“No, it's because you're a dick and you make my life miserable.” Kid snaps at him with his iconic glare on his face.
Cheeky little- He squeezes hard, fuck being nice, and Kid makes a short gasp. Tiger marvels on how Kid’s tit fills his hand so nicely. Round for his stature, soft in the middle and firm on the sides. He runs the pads of thumbs over those beautiful brown nipples and feels them harden under his touch. All Kid does is moan and start squirming again, repeating Tiger over and over again.
Enough of that, it’s time to really rock his world. Tiger grabs Kid’s stupid long legs and hikes them over his hips, wrapping both hands around their dicks. Kid gasps and his hips immediately, desperately thrusts up. The feeling of his cock rubbing against his own is driving Tiger crazy. Also Kid’s cock is leaking like crazy, making it slick for Tiger to jerk both their cocks at a fast pace.
“S-stop, I don’t want to-” Kid gasps, hands now on his shoulders to push Tiger away, yet his legs start to tighten around him like he doesn’t want him to go, “I don’t want to come like this. Put it inside me.”
Jesus fucking Christ, is this guy really a virgin? Tiger pauses to think. Actually, yeah, because anal hurts for the first time and he probably doesn’t know.
“Hey, let’s not go too fast, okay? I got you, I can take care of you.” Tiger ignores Kid’s pushing and pulling and continues to stroke them, loving how each time he wipes a thumb over his head it leaks a bit more. Kid actually whines this time, a high pitch noise that rings in Tiger’s ears.
“No, no, no. Tiger, please.”
“Not yet, it’ll hurt, trust me, it’ll hurt you a lot.”
“I don’t care.” Kid huffs then actually pushes Tiger back with that fighter strength of his, Tiger lets go, “I want it.”
Tiger sighs and grabs Kid’s waist instead, not giving him the window to be all pushy again. He rolls him over to his side and slides down behind him. He presses his cock against Kid’s ass and gives one experimental thrust. Kid freezes but Tiger can still hear his panting.
“It’s okay, let me try something else.” Tiger presses a kiss to his shoulder and reaches down to pull one of Kid’s legs up, creating a small space for Tiger to slide his cock in. His skin is soft between his thighs, and Tiger wants to come at the sensation, brushing against Kid’s perineum and balls as he slides his cock all the way in. Kid gasps and immediately pushes his leg down against Tiger’s hand and closes his legs together around his cock.
“Wow, look who’s a fast learner. Aren’t you a good boy?”
Kid makes a strange noise in his throat at the praise. Tiger smiles, looks like someone likes that, he’ll have to remember that for later.
He starts to thrust his cock between those soft, tight, and strong thighs; he can't stop the moan from leaving his throat. It just feels so good, better than any cunt he’s fucked in the last, he doesn’t know, 5, 10 years or something.
Kid thrusts back, tightening his legs for him, and soon enough that perfect, muscular ass is pushing into Tiger’s crotch with every thrust. He’s so desperate for it. Tiger reaches around and wraps his hand around Kid’s cock again, and it’s still leaking. It’s so wet and slick, Tiger’s honestly pretty amazed by it. He gathers some pre-come and begins to lather it between Kid’s legs, and they both moan as he’s able to start fucking his thighs rapidly.
Fuck it feels amazing, and yeah, he can officially say it’s better than any cunt he’s fucked in the last 20 years. And this is just Kid’s fucking stupid, long legs. His hips stutter as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach. His cock, covered in Kid’s slick, manages to slip and dips into his ass and catches on his hole.
Kid’s body seizes, legs tightening and he makes the cutest yelp. Tiger quickly readjusts himself, sliding back between those thigh, and gives one last thrust before coming. He gives a low growl as he does. He fills that space between Kid’s thighs with his come, mixing with Kid’s pre-come. He lost track of jerking Kid off a while ago, and feels a little bad he didn’t finish him off. But fuck, he can be selfish this time.
They lay there panting but Kid begins to squirm again, he's reaching down and rubbing the head of Tiger's softening cock.
“Shit I’m old, okay? Can't get it up that fast.” He mumbles, slipping his cock out and rolling onto his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“What about me?” Kid asks, using that dead-panned voice of his when he’s upset, “I didn’t come.”
“Aw fuck.” Now he’s feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s supposed to be the one that’s experienced and showing Kid a good time, but he definitely failed. “You have Viagra then? Cocaine?”
Kid turns around and leans up on one elbow, eyebrows doing that angry thing, looking pissed, “What is Viagra? And I don’t have coke. Get it up, old man, or I’m kicking you off the bed. And I will keep kicking even if you try crawling back up.”
Tiger stares at him with his mouth agape. This guy is crazy, absolutely fucking psycho. Just what is his damage? Then again, if Tiger has never gotten his dick used in 34 years, he’d probably catch some kind of psycho behavior as well.
The sad part though? Is that it’s working even if Kid’s not trying to seduce him. Quite the opposite. He’s never noticed before, but Kid being pissy and angry, and sweaty and sexy is getting his cock stirring again. Damn, he’s been missing out because Kid has always been pissy and angry, and sweaty and sexy.
Kid doesn’t miss that tiny stir, his eyes flick down and licks his goddamn lips like he’s gonna consume his dick like sausage.
“Fuck.” Tiger says as Kid does exactly that.
He rolls over above Tiger, shuffles down, grabs his cock, and swallows.
He doesn't get a blow job. Kid just puts his mouth on Tiger’s cock, doing that virgin thing where they try to take in too much at once. Kid gags once or twice, but still tries to take him in fully because he’s tenacious like that and stubborn as hell.
But just that attempt gets Tiger rock hard again. He’s wondering if maybe Kid’s got some aphrodisiac in his saliva like an alien or something because that’s never happened in his life before.
“Fucking hell, fine, fine, you want me to fuck you?”
Kid whips his head up so quickly, Tiger’s cock sliding out of his mouth with an audible pop, that it looks like he got whiplash from it. He nods eagerly, lips wet and eyes bright.
This guy is gonna kill him one day, like some kind of jizz vampire and literally milk him dry.
“Get the fuck over here, switch with me and lay down on your stomach.” Tiger sighs, his cock still hard and interested in getting cozy in Kid’s body.
“My stomach?” Kid asks, but he’s already moving and doing exactly as Tiger says, he swaps spots with Tiger and obediently lays down, arms folded and cushioning his head.
“Yeah, it…it hurts a lot less from behind.” Tiger says, and he thinks it’s true, he hasn’t fucked someone anally in a while. Maybe it’s now a old wives' tale, but eh, he’s confident enough in his fucking Kid will probably come either way.
“I’m ready.” Kid says.
“What? No you’re not, Jesus. Let me prep you first.” Tiger looks around for something, anything to use as lube. “I need to find lube. Hold on.”
“I'm already wet.” Kid says, like Tiger is an idiot. He suddenly turns around onto his back, stroking his cock a few times, which is so hard and pre-come just spilling out of the head and onto his hand. He bites his lips, eyes hooded, a heavy gaze on Tiger, and reaches down and smears the fluid on his glistening thighs. He parts his legs, and Tiger can see his own come, barely dried, mixing with Kid’s. “You can just use this.” He reaches in-between the mess of his spread legs and swipes a finger in it.
Tiger watches in rapt attention as Kid puts that finger in his mouth and sucks.
What the actual fuck.
“Where. Did. You. Learn. THAT?”
Kid doesn't even look amused, “Just because I am a virgin, doesn't mean I'm stupid. I know about sex.”
“Yeah I know, but you just did some porno move. Besides, sex education teaches you to use lube, not come.”
“I always wanted to try it.”
“Try what? Come??” Tiger shouts, his eyes about to pop out of his skull, his dick about to pop off into the stratosphere.
“Yeah.”
“Jesus.”
“Now hurry, it’ll dry.” Kid swipes his entire palm this time and grabs Tiger’s dick and strokes it, getting it wet. Not as much as lube would, but it’s probably passable. Fuck it, it probably isn’t but his dick is now permanently hard for the rest of his life because Kid is so ridiculous. Ridiculously sexy.
Tiger doesn’t hesitate this time and turns him around again, admiring how Kid grinds against the bed, muscular ass giving quite a show. He grabs them, stilling Kid and parts them, finally exposing that small hole that Tiger’s dick is like a homing missile for.
“Shit, shit. You should see yourself, you look so amazing. Fuck.” Tiger grabs his cock and begins rubbing it against his hole. Kid moans and pushes his ass back. Tiger starts to push in, staring at how the rim begins to part and accept his dick and welcome it home. He goes slowly, not wanting to scare off Kid by hurting him, but it’s impossible because Kid is pushing back. He’s moaning and squirming and now is getting on his knees to take Tiger in faster than he should.
Because as Tiger learned, he’s tenacious and stubborn as fuck.
And it does wonders for Tiger, because before he knows it, he’s fully inside Kid. Kid’s panting like he just ran a marathon and he bends his head down, a bead of sweat running down his neck. Tiger leans forward to lick it up and he opens his mouth and sucks on the back of his neck. Kid lets out a loud groan. Tiger doesn’t move, giving him a moment to get used to the feeling of being stuffed full of cock.
“Hey. How are you doing?” Tiger asks, mouthing along his neck and shoulders. “You’re so fucking tight, you gotta relax.”
“I’m okay. Give me a moment.” Kid is breathing heavily through his nose and Tiger can feel his hole flutter as it tries to open up for Tiger, going from tight to loose.
Oh, by the way, one thing to know about Tiger is that he has the worst timing for sex talk. So he takes this opportunity while Kid is distracted to ask the question that’s been bothering him.
“Sooo, you were kind of weird tonight asking about those nicknames I had for that girl. What’s up with that?”
Kid turns his head around slowly, which is frightening, and gives him a death glare.
“Don’t give me that look, you were.” Tiger nervously says.
He still doesn’t respond, his hole now really, really tight, like he’s doing it on purpose and constricting Tiger’s dick because he’s gonna rip it off with just his ass somehow.
Tiger ignores it as best as he could and he hates himself because he’s still hard for some reason. Maybe he’s got some kind of fear kink. Cause Kid really scares him most of the time.
“I just don’t like it.” Kid finally mutters, still glaring. “Maybe I want…never mind. Do we have to talk about this right now?”
“How about ‘darling’?” Tiger says, he gently moves his hands to Kid’s hips, then grips. Kid’s eyes go wide and his mouth parts slightly, and Tiger can feel that moment of shock has his hole loosen just enough for Tiger to begin thrusting. He goes in and out slowly. The ‘lube’ has dried a bit but God, he does like a little pain.
He stares at Tiger for a moment, eyebrows furrowing with each thrust, then gives a small nod, and when Tiger gives a particularly harsh thrust in, he finally looks away and moans.
“God, you could have just asked me. Do you feel it? You’re relaxing, you’re getting loose for me. I can fuck you properly now, darling.” Tiger makes his point by beginning to thrust in violently, Kid grabs the sheets with his hands, his knuckles nearly turning white. He cries out in pain and pleasure, a beautiful sound.
“Look at you, you’re taking me so well. God, you’re beautiful.” Tiger moves one of his hands, and runs it along Kid’s muscular back, until it’s in his hair, not quite grabbing it, but the suggestion is there.
Kid nods, and the slide in him is getting easier as Tiger’s pre-come is painting it’s way in, making Kid more wet than ever. Kid is humping the bed erratically, his ass slamming back onto Tiger. Tiger finally grips his hair and tugs. The man whines, actually whines, and starts saying something in Hindi rapidly.
“Fuck yeah, you feel so good, darling. My darling.”
Kid pants, “I-I want more. I want you deeper.”
Tiger groans at that, partially at how hot it is, and partially how exhausting Kid is. So demanding. But still, the sexiness of it all overrides the feeling of annoyance.
“Okay, okay. Ride me then.” Tiger pulls out, taking time to admire Kid’s gaping hole, fluttering at the loss. He brushes his thumb over it, dipping it in and rubbing along the walls. Kid makes an impatient noise then does some kind of fucking MMA move and flips them. Tiger looks at him in awe, his hair matted down with sweat, his chest glistening and his dark eyes looking down at Tiger like he’s going to kill him- wait, why is he getting even more hard from that?
Kid licks his lips, eyelashes cast down as he grabs Tiger’s cock and lines it up with his hole. He slowly sinks down, long stupid legs parted, thighs still slick, and mouth open. Tiger watches his eyes close shut and sighs like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
“Fuck.” Kid exhales as his ass finally meets Tiger’s crotch, filled to the brim. That single word that sounds like it holds a thousand meanings to it and Tiger can’t interpret what. But it's loaded.
“You okay? Does it feel good?” Tiger asks and runs both hands up and down Kid’s flanks. Kid leans back on his hands, placing them on Tiger’s thighs and begins to grind down, hips moving in a circular pattern, cock hard and leaking.
Tiger moans, gripping him tight wherever he touches, it’s so fucking tight, it’s so fucking good. He almost comes when Kid begins to ride him. At first it’s slow, just Tiger’s cock being stroked by his soft walls, then he starts bouncing, ass slapping against him harshly. He pants and makes a keening noise each time he bottoms out. His cock is bobbing along with the motion, pre-come still leaking out. Tiger grabs it in his hand and begins to stroke it.
He’s honestly amazed that Kid has held on for this long, but hey, if this can last forever…Tiger will happily take all the Viagra in the world until he overdoses.
“Am I doing okay?” Kid asks suddenly, his gaze on Tiger’s face, his voice breathless and needy.
“Yeah you are, you're doing great, darling.” Tiger says and pumps his cock harder.
Kid smiles, not stopping his aggressive movements. “Does it..does it feel good?
“Yeah, you feel really fucking good. You’re perfect.” And he’s not lying. Kid is really something else, and Tiger feels like he’s the luckiest guy in the world right now.
“Do I make you feel good? Can you tell me I'm good?” That demanding voice that normally would piss Tiger off is only turning him on more. He tightens one hand on Kid’s hip, and he hopes to God it'll leave bruises, as he feels himself getting close. He tightens his other hand on Kid's cock, jerking him off harshly fully along his shaft, making sure to rub his thumb on the head each time he reaches it. Kid fucking mewls, a sound Tiger has never heard before and now he wants to hear forever, and starts to desperately thrusts his hips in tandem with his hand.
“Fuck yes, you feel good and fuck yes, you’re a good boy. You’re such a good boy.”
“Again.” Then Kid leans forward on his hands, face right above Tiger’s and with the new angle, he’s slamming down so hard Tiger’s starting to see stars.
“Fuck, yes you’re amazing, you’re perfect. You’re my good boy. You’re doing so good, darling. You’re driving me crazy, sweetie. You’re going to make me come, my love. You’re going to make me come.”
Kid finally comes, he collapses down onto Tiger. And he comes hard, it gushes out of him, and a long, loud almost porno worthy cry comes tumbling out of his mouth. Tiger can feel as Kid’s come splatters all over his stomach and chest.
Tiger grabs Kid and props him up on his hands again, damp, curly hair tickling Tiger’s face. He gazes into his dark eyes and smiles, he can’t help it. “God, aren't you the sweetest thing? Look at you squirting everywhere. So fucking sweet for me.”
“Inside. Come inside me, please.” Kid pants, he clenches around Tiger’s cock, then smiles. Tiger watches in reverence as he reaches down, and once again, swipes a finger in the mess he made, and sucks.
And Tiger comes the hardest he has in a million fucking years, and he fills his good boy just like he begged.
Kid loses the fight, of course, but something about his performance was more than amazing, so Mikey gives them a good bonus.
They walk out the facility into the cold air, and Tiger can see the train station on his left and the car rental place on his right.
“We can take the train this time. It'll go straight home, it's a lot faster than driving.” Tiger says. He thinks he knows the answer already, he has a feeling Kid is craving something, but he suggests it out of courtesy.
Kid shakes his head, “No, I want to save every rupee.” He points to the right, “You rent a car, you drive.”
Ah, there it is. “You sure? If you want to save money, well, the sleeping arrangements will probably be the same as last time.” Tiger says, unable to hide the excitement in his voice, “And it's longer on the way back. We'll have to make more stops, darling.” At this point he knows it's futile. The monkey wants to play in the tiger's territory, and the tiger gets to eat.
Kid smiles wickedly.
“I don't mind taking the long route.”
.end.