CRIMSON

the boxing match

- chapter twenty seven -

Victor had just got out of the shower and was going to his room to get dressed. He was home alone, his whole family had plans. He took his phone and turned on the music, Grant Knoche's song Icarus was playing in the house. As he sang the lyrics, he undressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He had to go to Brielle's game and Rafe was supposed to pick him up so he could go to the arena. Brielle had texted him the address of his match a few hours before.

He had never been to a gym before, at least not the kind Brielle described. It was her parents who enrolled her here and, as she said, there was a boxing ring to fight in. He looked at the photos he had searched on Google and saw that it was spacious, with plenty of room for fights.

When he finally decided what to wear, he dressed up and continued to dance. He was alone, he wasn't going to hold back. The music stopped when he received a message. It was Rafe, he was here. He replied, telling him to come in and that the door was open.

— Home alone, I see, Rafe said as he looked around the house.

He was wearing casual clothes, a red crop top with black cargo pants and shoes of the same colour. Victor was wearing a shirt with black and yellow vertical stripes on a white background. He had dark blue trousers and trainers.

— Exactly, he replied as he threw the clothes that were lying around into the laundry basket. Then he took the basket and went into the laundry room and put his clothes in the washing machine. He placed the basket next to the machine and ran his hand over his forehead. We have some time to kill, what shall we do?

The vampire watched his lover closely, his gaze moving from the beginning of his chest to just below his belt. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the canines protrude. He only took his eyes off the human's lower body when Victor cleared his throat to get the vampire's attention. Rafe moved forward and wrapped his arms around the young man's waist. They looked at each other with love and passion. But a spark was added to the fire: lust.

Rafe gently placed his hands on Victor's cheeks and then began to kiss him, a fire burning in his body that only Victor had the power to turn on and off. The human responded to the kiss by taking Rafe's wrists and bringing them down to his waist so that he could wrap his arms around his lover's neck, all without ever breaking the kiss.

Slowly and with care, the two teenagers walked up to Victor's room. When their lips finally parted, the young human stared intently at his friend. He still had both hands on the vampire's slightly sunken cheeks. His breath was short, he wanted more. But was Rafe the same? Did he want to undress him too, kiss every inch of his body? Did he want to spend hours feeling his skin with his fingertips?

Seeing the uncertain expression on the human's face, Rafe took control. He planted soft, gentle kisses on Victor's neck. The temptation to bite him, to taste his blood, was strong, but he resisted. His fingertips lifted the fabric of the shirt slightly, touching Victor's olive skin.

The young man shivered slightly. He was used to the coldness of the almost scarlet-skinned teenager, but perhaps it was because his hand was on his hip that he was so surprised by the contact. He didn't remove Rafe's hand, but he took it and placed it lower, just above the level of his buttocks. He removed his right hand from the vampire's face and used it to open the door to his room. Once inside, Rafe slammed the door shut with his foot, not wanting to be separated from Victor.

He picked up Victor's shirt and lifted it before throwing it to the floor. He continued to kiss him passionately. Then he took off his own top and hurried to the bed. Before sitting down, he turned and placed Victor on top of him. He put his hands on the human's hips and moaned as he moved his body closer to the other young man's. Victor decided to take the lead. He planted light kisses on the tips of Rafe's lips, then on his jaw and finally on his neck. The vampire closed his eyes, loving the sensation. He sighed loudly, having too much pleasure.