“You approved the question about who I’m dating? You know I hate that one,” I questioned.
He shook his head, holding up his arms. “That one, he snuck in there.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, and what happened to you stopping the interview if that happened? I was kind of pissed about that, Rupert. You were supposed to have my back.”
“Jesus Christ, kid, it’s a harmless question. Don’t be so uptight. I’m your publicist, my job is to make you more marketable. I mean, look at you,” he stood back and gestured towards my body, “You’re a vision of male masculinity. Men want to be you and women want to be fucked by you. Knowing if you’re available or not plays into their fantasy. That makes you more popular. You’re young, yes, but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.” He grabbed the back of my head. “Learn how to seize the day. Jump on the opportunities that come your way or risk regretting it. I’m only looking out for you, buddy.”
Ah, shit… maybe he was right about that, too. My level of expertise was in the ring. All I wanted to focus on was winning my next fight. I knew very little about the promotional part of the business. “Okay, Rupert. What should I say if I’m asked that question again?”
“Be honest. Tell them you’re single and enjoying life,” he suggested. “That satisfies everyone’s curiosity and leaves you open for the women to fantasize about being your girl one day.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, like that’s going to ever happen.”
He smirked. “They don’t need to know that. You’re your own brand, my boy. And now is the perfect time to expand on that.”
“If you two are done talking business over there, I need to get my buddy in the ring,” Barry called from across the gym. He was leaning against the ring and Mike was inside, flexing and warming up for our sparring match.
“Here I come,” I said as I jogged over there, sliding under the rope. “I hope you’re ready for this ass whooping I’m about to give you,” I taunted Mike.
He laughed as he slipped in his mouth guard. “Bring it,” he shot back with muffled words.
We danced around each other for a few seconds, sizing each other up, and then I went in and delivered the blows. For me, it wasn’t just a sparring match, it was a real one and I had to win. Mike was one of the few trainers that seemed to really get me and he didn’t cry like a bitch the way Eddie and Luke did when I got too aggressive.
Barry gave me pointers as I overtook Mike, landing knees and elbows to his pad-protected extremities. I was on fire and seemed to be burning with a lot of pent up energy I thought I would have extinguished last night with the escort. However, meeting Aiden had seemed to stoke the flames inside of me. I wanted to see him again… maybe we could do another interview. Or maybe—no way could I get involved with someone from the media. That just invited trouble.
“Watch out!” Barry screamed right before Mike landed a blow to my jaw.
Mike tried to follow that up, but I got back on my game, grabbing his arm when he went to jab and taking him down in a triangle armbar hold. He tapped out a second later and I let him go. Both of us rose and punched our hands together before giving each other a hug.
“What in the fuck was that all about?” Barry asked. “You completely let your guard down. That’s not a mistake I’m expecting to see a champion make.”
“It won’t happen again,” I apologized. No way was I going to admit that my mind had been on the luscious ass of Aiden James as he walked out of Barry’s office or how glorious he’d feel beneath me with my cock inside of him, bringing us both to the height of ecstasy.
“It better not happen again,” Barry said. “Okay, round two.”
Yeah, this was going to be a long day of training.
My body was sore from the kick ass workout Barry had put me through, but sitting in the private sauna in my hotel room gym was relaxing my muscles. I unwrapped my towel, exposing my nakedness to the steam. I thought back to the interview, or more importantly, the interviewer. Shit, why couldn’t I get this guy off my mind? It wasn’t like he was the first hot guy I’d ever seen. He wasn’t even the only guy who I had let get the last word in on me. Of course, with those other guys, I’d let them talk themselves into a hole I would bury them in come fight night.
I couldn’t put my finger on why I couldn’t get Aiden out of my head. Shit, he wasn’t even the first guy I wanted to fuck that was out of my range… Was he out of my range, though? God his mouth was something I was going to see in my dreams. I wanted to kiss him so badly during that interview just to see if his lips were as sweet as they looked. My hand slid down my stomach, sliding over my sweat-slicked abs until my fingers wrapped around my nine inches of solid steel. I started stroking my cock as I imagined my hand being Aiden’s mouth.
“Ahhhhh,” I moaned as my fingers grazed my Prince Albert piercing. I played with my pierced nipple as I worked myself into a nice little sexual frenzy. Ooooh shit, it felt fantastic. The only thing that would make me feel better was actually being inside Aiden. That little bastard somehow put his claws in me and I didn’t know how, or if I even wanted, to take them out.
“Ahhh fuck!” I panted. I was so close. My hips pumped up in time with my hand as my fist beat my shaft hard and fast. My cock grew stiffer and fatter in my hand and my toes curled as the tingling in my balls intensified. “Ahhhhh! Shit!” I belted out as my cum squirted from my slit, landing on the floor. I quaked as I continued to milk my dick until the last drop, then I fell back exhausted, my hands dropping to my sides.
“Jesus,” I huffed as I regained some of my strength. I hoped doing that would help me get him out of my mind. If that didn’t work, I didn’t know what would. I stood up and used the towel to clean my hand off, then I tossed it on the floor, wiping up my cum. Of course, I left the towel on the floor and walked out of the sauna and into my hotel room. The coolness of my room was heaven on my heated flesh and I threw myself on the bed, relishing it. I wasn’t sleepy, so I turned on the television. Commercials. I fucking hated commercials. I flipped through the channels and stopped when I saw Aiden’s face.
Ah shit, I didn’t need this, but I couldn’t turn the damn channel. I turned the volume up to hear what he was talking about. He was being interviewed by David Horner on a recorded episode of the Sport’s Today talk show about coming out in such a big and controversial way.
“My intention was not to create controversy, but to set myself free. Maybe my story could inspire others in this business to be who they are,” Aiden said.
“So, you think athletes are afraid to come out if they’re gay?” David Horner asked.
Aiden seemed to think about it and then he nodded. “I do. The field of sports in general is such a testosterone-laden business where it’s believed that only the strongest and manliest of them all is considered a real athlete. It’s a very homophobic business, unfortunately.”
“What do you say about critics who claim that it’s easier for a sports reporter to come out than an athlete, therefore your revelation wasn’t much of a risk?”
“Every coming out story has its own level of risk, David. It’s never easy to expose yourself to the world and say, ‘hey, this is me.’ Many have been rejected, left homeless, lost jobs. Those critics have no idea the strength it takes to be true to oneself,” Aiden said.
