“Yeah, absolutely,” I replied. I was always eager to have some time with him, like old times. “You sure you don’t want to go out and celebrate your win?” I asked. He waved the key card over the card reader and shook his head as the door clicked open.
“I’m not even twenty yet. I can’t get into any club, and I certainly can’t get served at a bar.”
He was right about that. I followed him into his suite. His security team had already been in to turn the lights on.
“Yeah, but you can still get laid. We can find some party and get you hooked up,” I offered. Even though I vocalized it, I hoped he’d say no. I wasn’t in the mood to watch girls climb all over him.
“No, I’d honestly rather gorge on candy, cookies, and Coke and hang out with my best friend,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt at the cuffs. “Seriously, Patrick. When we’re twenty-one and can really enjoy blowing off steam and finding girls after the fights, we will. Let’s watch the fight from tonight and relax.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. So get out of those professional clothes. Come back through our adjoining door.” Hollis continued to unbutton his shirt as he walked to the closed door that connected our mini suites. He unlocked it and opened it before turning to face me. “I’m going to change and take another shower and get into something comfortable.”
“Okay, I’ll shower and change, then be back,” I said.
I left his room and then nodded at the two guys from the security team sitting a short distance from Hollis’ room. I said goodnight to them so they’d think I was headed to my room for the night. I quickly showered and tossed on some sweatpants and a black Team Dragon t-shirt. I walked through the door that separated our rooms and could hear the shower still running. I grabbed a Twix from Hollis’ snack bar and stepped outside onto his balcony. I was admiring the view of all the lights when he stepped outside.
“Dude, you took the Twix,” he said as he playfully pushed my arm.
I could feel myself get warm from his touch. This is where he was so dangerous for me. I yearned for any touch from Hollis, and I could easily get swept up with my hopes. I didn’t look at him but moved my hand toward him with the Twix package. He quietly accepted the other candy cookie piece and leaned forward to rest his arms on the railing.
“It’s nice here, huh?” he asked me.
“Vegas? Or the hotel?”
“Well…” He paused long enough to bite off a piece of the Twix. “Both, actually. But Vegas.”
“I haven’t seen much of it other than the couple sightseeing things we’ve been on.”
“So many of the TCF fights are here. I was just thinking that it’d be cool to live here and be able to go home after the fights instead of having to stay at the hotel.” My stomach dropped because I could picture him moving away to live here so he’d be closer for the fights. I knew at some point he and I wouldn’t share a place, but I didn’t think it’d come so soon. He popped the rest of his Twix into his mouth before continuing. “We’d have badass parties.” He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward the door to go back inside.
He did saywe’d,right?
“You mean, we’d still share a place? Here?” I asked. I had no shame in asking to make sure I knew the answer to that question, because wondering and worrying about it wouldn’t be good for my stomach.
“Duh. Come on, let’s watch the fight again and eat junk. Tonight’s the only night I can eat crap because tomorrow we start training for the next fight.”
We carried over tons of junk food, sodas, and bottled water from the snack bar. I sat down while he put the tape in. There was tons of room on the sectional sofa for him to stretch out wherever he wanted to, but he flopped down beside me. Right beside me.
He hit play on the tape, and I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible physique on the screen. Hollis would pause the tape at various places and talk about the hits and what he wanted to work on in training. Heat spread through my body when he propped his feet on the coffee table and his leg ended up touching mine. My dick started to swell at the innocent physical connection.
“I need to blow off some steam. Want to watch some porn?” he asked as soon as the fight was over.
“Yeah,” I murmured. My voice sounded hoarse, and I swallowed hard as I reached for a bottle of water to wet my throat.
Hollis wasn’t bashful at all and never had been as long as I’d known him. He leaned back on the couch and reached into his pants. I tried not to look, but out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he’d taken hold of his dick.
I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to relax. He and I had had some sexual play sessions in the past, and most recently especially. We’d even talked about working up toward sex. And I wanted it with him. I did. He was the only one I really wanted that with. But I was also afraid of it hurting and me ruining the moment. It was times like these that I really despised Sebastian and my dad for wrecking me.
Luckily, the girl on the TV jacking off the guy had my attention. I slipped my hand inside my sweatpants and started to slowly stroke my dick. Hollis raised his hips and pushed his sweatpants down over his knees. I looked at his thick cock as his hand began to pump faster. I watched him instead of the couple on TV and imagined my hand was his. My body felt like I was going to burst into flames just from watching him. I closed my eyes and imagined him telling me I looked good.
Wait.
Had I imagined it?
I opened my eyes and looked at him, and he was looking at me. I swallowed hard as I spread the precum up and down my shaft. He grinned and leaned toward me while he still stroked his cock. Hollis’ lips brushed my ear when he spoke, causing my pulse to speed up.
“Did you hear me?” His voice pulled me in. “I said that you look good, Patrick,” he said quietly into my ear. He’d captured me. I knew if he wanted to fuck, I would have given him whatever he wanted.
