Is It Enoguh?

Unexpected

It's almost over...

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Vegas didn't miss a beat in the fight between Pete and his opponent, punches and kicks were flying, but Pete gracefully dodged most of them. Still, he was finding it hard not to jump into the arena and kill the man who dared try to hit his Pete. He knew he was irrational, but, Vegas had learned that he wasn't rational when it came to his Pete. If he'd let him, he'd wrap him to keep him from harming himself in the slightest. James stood beside him, smirking as he looked at Vegas, he still wasn't convinced that he was a good choice for Pete, but he couldn't deny that the man next to him was completely in love with him. It was going to be fun to tease him later.

The fight went on for a few minutes more, until Pete was punched in the side, and decided to end the fight. He had entertained the audience enough. With a smile on his face, and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he watched as his opponent lay on the ground, while the referee counted "eight, nine, ten. Pete is the winner!" He could finally take a shower and get something to eat.

The three of them were talking after Pete left the arena, on their way to the changing room. In Vegas' mind, the moment when Pete knocked out his opponent played over and over again, which made Vegas have a hard time controlling his erection... "I'm going to change, and as soon as you lock up, we're leaving James. We need to get everything organised for the favour I've asked you for," James nodded. And Vegas moved to go after Pete, but James was quicker, "Vegas, help me at the bar, and let Pete shower alone. I don't want to walk in by mistake, and find him again pouncing someone into a locker, or with someone on their knees with his dick in their mouth." Vegas opened his eyes, and Pete shouted, "James!!!! That was only once." James raised an eyebrow, "One time? Are you sure Pity? Or do we have to remember that time you decided to have a threesome with two girls, and you couldn't think of a better place than the locker room showers." Pete wanted the earth to swallow him up, he couldn't bring himself to look at Vegas, "Jesus, James. Ok, it was a couple of times, and you're making it sound like I was fucking someone after every fight. You're supposed to let me look good in front of my boyfriend, not create a problem for me." James looked at him amused, "Chill out, Pity. That was before Vegas, he shouldn't get mad about your past...". And Pete understood what James was doing, he wasn't embarrassing him, he was testing Vegas. "James," he said by way of warning, to which James put on an innocent face, and shrugged his shoulders.
Vegas followed James, in his mind James' words. He had no right to be jealous of Pete's past, besides, James had only mentioned girls, something Vegas already knew. It wasn't, jealousy all he felt, well, a little bit yes. But not all of it. James looked sideways at him with a smirk, "Vegas, if you're going to stand there and not help. You should go with Pete." Vegas snapped out of his trance, and headed for the locker room, hearing James in the background, "Clean up after yourselves!".

Pete was in the shower, cursing James. He had looked at Vegas when he won the fight, and he knew Vegas wanted to fuck him. But James' big mouth had to ruin it, all of it. Pete stuck his head under the shower head, and let the water wash away his sweat and his frustration at not getting fucked.
So lost in thought he was, he didn't notice when Vegas walked into the shower, naked. Stroking his cock as he admired Pete's body. Pete was on his back, his hands resting on the wall, his legs slightly spread. The view of Vegas was perfect, but he had to touch him, he needed to.
He moved closer, still stroking his cock, he leaned his body against Pete's back, guiding his cock and rubbing it against his ass, he wanted Pete to feel how hard he was. His other hand he put on Pete's abdomen, and moved it down to grab his cock. "So you've been known to have wild sex in the locker room," Pete let out a moan, noticing how Vegas's delicious cock rubbed against him. Vegas's hand jerking him off was the best complement.
"I wouldn't call it wild. Besides, it was a couple of times, and what you're doing is much more pleasurable." Vegas smiled, "Good answer, baby," he said licking and kissing Pete's neck.
Pete pressed his body closer to Vegas, who shoved his cock between Pete's thighs. Pete closed his legs just enough to encircle Vegas's cock, but gave him room to move. With Vegas's grin on his skin, at the same time his free hand gripped his hips. Vegas began to move, simulating thrusts, with the same rhythm as he stroked his cock. "We'll have to make new memories then. I don't want you to think about sex that isn't so good."