I looked into his eyes and nodded. My face split into a grin.
“It’s great.” I dropped my eyes to his abdomen and rubbed the washcloth over his rock-hard abs. I swallowed to make sure when I spoke again that I didn’t sound hoarse. “I just never thought…” I quickly closed my mouth.Don’t wreck the moment...
“You never thought what?” he asked. Of course he had to ask. “Tell me,” he demanded.
“I never thought you’d want me to touch you,” I admitted. I kept rubbing at his clean skin and didn’t look at him.
“You’re wrong, Patrick. I feel privileged to have your hands on me.”
I looked him in the eyes and could tell that he wasn’t lying. I felt like a million bucks. I smiled and went back to wiping off cum. A single word rolled off his lips that blanketed me with security.
“Stay.”
He wanted me here.
I nodded and let him wipe my stomach and chest. He even wrapped the damp washcloth around my dick and wiped it off. Hollis left the bathroom light on, and I stood by the bed while he went to shut off the lights in the sitting room. Each second that he was away made my confidence slip further.
He went to the dresser and pulled out some underwear and put it in my hands. He stepped into a pair of boxer briefs and then patted my neck as he walked to the bed.
“I’m not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable, Patrick.”
I pulled on the boxer briefs and got into bed. Hollis grabbed one of the several pillows that were propped against the headboard and put it on my stomach, then he nudged me to roll over.
“Roll over, man. You never sleep on your back.”
I rolled over and situated the pillow so it rested against my stomach and chest. Hollis cuddled up to me and snaked his hand between the pillow and my stomach.
“This is how I want to celebrate wins,” he said.
“I’m fine with that.”
“Good.”
Before I drifted off to sleep, I replayed tonight over and over.
I like coming on you.I can’t think of anyone who would find what he said as hot as I did, but it was probably the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. I ran my tongue along my lips and then inside my mouth. I would forever think of him when I tasted Twix or potato chips.
Nineteen years old/September
Hollis’ third fight was here in Los Angeles on a Friday night. It was as huge of a fight and as publicized as the other ones had been. Tommy Akins, the guy Hollis was fighting, had just been rehabbed from a blown-out ACL a few years ago. Hollis was his first opponent since the injury, and I thought the owner of TCF, Vin, wanted to see if the guy could handle the younger, faster opponent in Hollis. Corey thought that if Tommy lost to Hollis that he might never fight again, or if he did, they’d be smaller fights. Most of Hollis’ training staff thought Tommy would be able to keep up for a while at least. The papers thought the two might be evenly matched.
But Hollis was smart. Really smart. He’d watched a lot of film on his opponents, and he knew their strengths and weaknesses. Hollis knew how to exploit weaknesses.
I stood backstage and watched him stretch and go through his pre-fight routine. All of his coaches were there and encouraged him while giving him reminders. Hollis listened to all of it, but he already knew everything they told him. He always looked calm before the fights, but I knew his brain was fired up and that he was going through his plan.
“You’re going to get him, Hollis. You’ve got this,” I said as I walked beside him to the curtain. In the background the announcer introduced Tommy first.
“Weighing in at one-ninety-seven, from Miami, Florida, Tommy Akins!”
Hollis grinned at me and held his two gloved hands out toward me to bump. I pressed my fists against his, and he confirmed what all of his coaches and trainers had been saying.
“I’ve got it.”
“Weighing in at one-ninety-five, our hometown hero is back! Hollis ‘The Dragon’ Warrrd!”
The curtain pulled back, and Hollis made his way to the cage with his team flanking his sides. I walked beside Corey at the tail of the entourage.
On the way to the cage, I spotted Hollis’ family in the second row. Since the fight was here in L.A., his grandparents were both here. The second row was always designated for Hollis’ family and friends, no matter where the fight was at. The first row was where Hollis’ team sat during the match. I could hear Chase and Morgan yelling Hollis’ name as he entered the cage. I walked toward my seat in front of them. I fist bumped both of them and then sat beside Corey.
