The announcer is still crowing as Guy staggers off the coliseum field, punch-drunk and TP-drained but triumphant. It feels like a victory on all kinds of levels, not just for him personally but for his family, for the Sigmund style, for -- okay, he's probably taking it a little too seriously. The coliseum's just about entertainment, isn't it?
When he gets into the holding room, Luke is there waiting for him. "You did did pretty good out there," he says. "The Golden Knight, huh?"
Guy laughs, but there's a little wince in it. "Is that what that guy was calling me?" he says. "I kind of stopped listening before the last match."
"Yeah, I could tell," Luke says. "Totally focused, right?" He steps closer, into Guy's personal space, and then he's reaching out with both hands to push Guy up against the wall. Guy staggers, and doesn't really fight him, because he can read that look on Luke's face.
"Hey," he says, "you can't even wait until I get --" and Luke kisses him before he can finish asking, never mind getting cleaned up. It's a hungry, pushy kiss, like maybe Luke can't wait.
"You looked so good," Luke mumbles against Guy's mouth. "So amazingly hot." He lowers his head, bites Guy's throat, licks at the bare skin there. It's got to taste like sweat and dust from the arena floor, but he moans like it's exactly what he wanted, and his hands fumble with the laces of Guy's pants.
"Luke," Guy says, breathless from more than just those back-to-back fights now. He should be saying stop, or wait, or let's take this back to the inn, or something -- but Luke sinks to his knees and his breath is hot and his tongue licks a broad, wet swipe up the underside of Guy's cock, and the only thing Guy can make himself say is Yes.
fic: "Golden Knight," Luke/Guy [MA]
When he gets into the holding room, Luke is there waiting for him. "You did did pretty good out there," he says. "The Golden Knight, huh?"
Guy laughs, but there's a little wince in it. "Is that what that guy was calling me?" he says. "I kind of stopped listening before the last match."
"Yeah, I could tell," Luke says. "Totally focused, right?" He steps closer, into Guy's personal space, and then he's reaching out with both hands to push Guy up against the wall. Guy staggers, and doesn't really fight him, because he can read that look on Luke's face.
"Hey," he says, "you can't even wait until I get --" and Luke kisses him before he can finish asking, never mind getting cleaned up. It's a hungry, pushy kiss, like maybe Luke can't wait.
"You looked so good," Luke mumbles against Guy's mouth. "So amazingly hot." He lowers his head, bites Guy's throat, licks at the bare skin there. It's got to taste like sweat and dust from the arena floor, but he moans like it's exactly what he wanted, and his hands fumble with the laces of Guy's pants.
"Luke," Guy says, breathless from more than just those back-to-back fights now. He should be saying stop, or wait, or let's take this back to the inn, or something -- but Luke sinks to his knees and his breath is hot and his tongue licks a broad, wet swipe up the underside of Guy's cock, and the only thing Guy can make himself say is Yes.