Page 31 of Love Punch

“So, we’re exclusive?”

Arthur shifted up my body to capture my mouth, and I groaned at the sensation. I really shouldn’t have worn such thin shorts. We kissed lazily for a minute under the blanket, and I was so aware of how our bodies shifted against one another. But it took me another minute to realise that every move Arthur made was deliberate. He was rocking his hips against mine in just the right way…

“You bastard,” I mumbled against his lips, and he chuckled against me, slipping one hand between our bodies and into my shorts to wrap around my cock. I sighed as he pulled back and forward slowly, keeping a steady tempo and leaving me hovering me at a low level ofneed. And I did need.

“God help me if you don’t get down there right now,” I mumbled, guiding him south by a hand on his shoulder. Arthur’s teeth briefly came to bite down on my lip.

“Keep an ear out for intruders,” he whispered as he moved under the blanket. “I don’t want to be caught by your family.”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see me from under the blanket. I couldn’t see him either, but I could feel as he pulled down my shorts and swallowed my cock in one motion. And took me all the way to the hilt.

I groaned at an octave that wasn’t particularly manly as he sucked me deep, and I moved my hand under the blanket to thread my fingers through his soft hair. Arthur gently stroked my balls with one finger, and I bucked up into his mouth and despite choking, he didn’t stop. In fact, he seemed to like it. I gently thrust upward into Arthur’s mouth until I couldn’t bear the feeling anymore.

“Please, Arthur. Make me come.” I pushed the blanket aside so that I could finally see him. He looked right into my eyes as he picked up the pace, hitting the back of his throat with my cock again and again, swallowing around it like he was made for it.

“Fuck, Arthur. Fuck.” I looked right into his eyes as I unloaded into his throat. And he drank down every last drop, only finally letting go and taking in a gasp of breath when I was done.

“I need to finish you,” I said, noticing that despite the tent in his shorts he hadn’t actually taken his cock out.

“Nope,” said Arthur. He crawled back up my body and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Surely you’ve noticed by now my love language is acts of service. I’ll take my reward later, after I’ve made you come until you can’t stand.”

“That a promise?” I chuckled,

“Yessir. Now let’s watch Rocky II. I need my boxing fix.”

I reached for the remote. It was going to be a good, good day.

Chapter 14

Arthur

Bradley clutched my hand tight as we walked into Imperial Gym. Despite the conversation we’d had about exclusivity, I wasn’t sure how he felt about public displays of affection. Then again, our current stance completely put that question to bed.

Though we’d been away from the place for just shy of two weeks, it felt like the whole world had flipped one hundred and eighty degrees. The place still smelled of sweat and rubber, there were still dozens of people scattered amongst the equipment. And still, in the centre of the room, in the boxing ring, stood Jason. And a young man who looked a little like Bradley, if Bradley was much skinnier and about a decade younger.

“Diego! Jason!” I shouted with a wave. They both turned to look at us, and Jason’s eyes immediately dropped to mine and Bradley’s clasped hands.

“I was trying t enter with a little fanfare as possible,” Bradley said.

“I know,” I replied, dragging him toward the ring. I directed my attention to the two men standing in the midst of it. “How’s training?”

Jason shifted awkwardly as he looked between Bradley and Diego, but a smile played on his lips. “I think with a lot of work, we could have another successful pro boxer on our hands.”

“Yeah?” the excitement in Bradley’s voice was palpable. “Where do you sit, Diego? Lightweight?”

“Super-lightweight,” he clarified.

Bradley held out his hands to Jason, who handed over the pads. “Show me what you got, kid.”

I caught Jason’s eye, silently signalling that we should get out of there, and he nodded. We headed out of the ring and across the floor. As we walked, he stopped occasionally to give a pointer to someone who was working hard on their technique, or to stop a couple of kids who were getting a little too rough in their punches.

We walked into the kitchen together, and I went through the routine of making tea.

“Feels like it’s been years since you were last here,” said Jason.

“You seem to be holding down the fort in my absence.”

“On the training side, yes. But the fridges are empty, I don’t know how to pay the energy bill and I think one of the showers is broken and I don’t know who we use for plumbing.” Jason gestured around him. “Bradley brings in the money, I train our boxers, but you keep this place running.”

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