I pulled back. “I promise I won’t let this thing with Kathy… I know, I know… you don’t want me to say her name. But I won’t let it get out of hand ever again. I didn’t expect her to show up ten minutes before they did. She pretty much thrusted them on me and once the party was underway, I just played the part.”
“What did you do when you went into the room with her?” Aiden asked, his big, beautiful blue eyes looking up at me with so much anguish and concern.
“I went off,” I said. “I told her that I didn’t appreciate her putting this in my lap without my consent or warning. She swore she’d never do it again, that she was just thinking about how much it would help me out, and she apologized for overstepping. We were only in the room for about ten minutes. That half an hour shit is an exaggeration. People love to gossip. She wasn’t sucking me off. As if I could ever get it up for a woman,” I quipped, hoping to bring a smile to Aiden’s lips. It didn’t work. I sighed. “I would never cheat on you, baby. I don’t even think about any other guys except you.”
He looked off to the side and, for the first time, I could see his insecurities. His fear that maybe he wasn’t enough, or maybe our relationship was doomed. I wasn’t going to settle for any of those doubts.
He shrugged. “I… I worry sometimes when I’m not with you… how you get your needs taken care of.”
I leaned against the counter. “I jerk off… a lot. I call you and we phone sex the shit out of each other… which goes back to me jerking off… a lot. Before I met you, baby, my life was empty. I’d fuck some escort with a fake name for a few hours just to burn off the excess energy and he’d be gone. There was no substance… no passion… nothing. I was lonely even when I was inside of them. But then a headstrong reporter came into my life and gave me a bit of sass and my world was flipped upside down.”
I saw Aiden’s eyes widen and some of that sadness he was feeling started to visibly fade away from his beautiful features. “Go on.”
I smiled. “Well, it’s a rather boring story,” I teased.
“I like those,” he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head against my chest. I closed him in my embrace, kissing the top of his head, then continued. He needed to know how much he meant to me now and always. “Well, this reporter who dared to get the last word in on me was on my mind every day. Those lips… that ass… I just had to taste him. So, one day, I set up a meeting and when I finally got a piece of him… I became addicted. I told myself that I couldn’t pursue him, but my heart didn’t give a shit what one side of my brain was saying. The other half of my brain kept playing the scene of our first time over and over in my head and my heart liked that a lot.”
Aiden laughed. “I was the same way.”
“I love you, Aiden. I feel like you’ve become a part of me. I can feel you flowing through me even now and when I’m not with you, it hurts. The only thing that helps get me through the loneliness is knowing that we are here for each other.” I lifted his face to mine and kissed him. The kiss started off slow and sensual, then grew to be all-consuming. I turned around, lifting him up and putting him on the counter. We practically tore off each other’s shirts as we made out. I sucked his left nipple, teasing and licking it as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“Ahhhh god, I love you, Macio,” he purred, and the sound of my name coming from his lips, coupled with those three special words, sent me reeling with desire.
I pulled off his jeans, and as soon as he was naked, I took him into my mouth. He moaned and leaned back against the countertop. By how loud he was, I knew he was relishing my mouth on him. I was going to fuck the living shit out of Aiden so he would never doubt how much I loved him or how important he was to me. I pulled away from his cock because I didn’t want him to cum just yet, god knew he was close.
I undid my own pants, letting them fall into a bunch around my ankles. “Got any cooking oil?”
His face was flushed with passion and anticipation as he looked at me, nodding. “There.” He pointed to the cabinet behind me. I shuffled over there, opened the door, and removed the peanut oil. I poured a bit in my hand, just enough to get my dick nice and slick, then I shuffled back to Aiden. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist, then we both moaned in ecstasy as I slid him down on my cock.
“I’m going to fuck your ass raw, baby. You’re going to need a wheelchair by the time I’m done with you,” I growled.
“Give me everything you’ve got,” he challenged.
I grinned as I started pounding away. His grip on my shoulders tightened as I jackhammered his ass. I loved watching him panting and moaning; mouth open, gasping for air. I never wanted anyone else to give him this feeling. This was mine and mine alone to experience with him. I kissed him again and stood still while he used my shoulders as leverage as he rode me. Thank god I trained as much as I did. Not only was my strength game on point, but so was my dexterity.
“Yeah, ooh baby, you feel so fucking good to me,” I growled, and nipped his chin before claiming his mouth again. We switched up again, with me taking over. I pushed him back on the counter and really drilled his ass as he cried out in pleasure. I jerked his cock until he spilled all over his chest and my fingers. Watching him orgasm set me off and I roared loudly as I unloaded inside of him, filling him with every ounce of my liquid desire. I quaked hard as the last drop left my slit, then I collapsed on top of him, breathing raggedly into his ear as I came down from my climax. His chest was heaving against mine as we both basked in the afterglow of amazing sex.
“This… this is what I want with you, Aiden,” I said, finally. I lifted myself up and braced my hands on the counter so I could look down at him. “I don’t want you to feel jealous of anyone. Not Kathy, not any escorts—who I no longer deal with, by the way. No one will come between us.”
He looked up at me and I saw the tears flowing again. “Thank you, Macio. I really needed to hear that.”
“So why are you crying?” I asked, confused.
“Because I’m happy.”
I smiled. “Oh, good. I’m happy too. We’re going to make this work.”
I pulled out of him and I was nice and slick. I took him to his bedroom where we made love several more times before sleep took us. I couldn’t stay the full day, because I had an interview to do the next day and needed to get back to Las Vegas in time for it. Not to mention some hardcore training. Still, I wanted to share as much time as I could with Aiden. After we ate dinner, he gave me a little goodbye bj and I was indeed a happy camper as I rode back home.
It’d been a month since Aiden and I had proclaimed our love for each other, and I couldn’t be more contented. The media continued to eat up the relationship I had with Kathy. As far as I was concerned, as long as they were satisfied with that, I could spend my time with Aiden without people being too curious. I was sitting in a restaurant at the moment, Kathy had excused herself to go to the lady’s room. This was something I had to do to keep up appearances. I pulled out my cell and texted Aiden.
Hey baby, what are you doing?
Writing this article on Boris Giles. What are you doing?
Before I typed that I was out with Kathy, I decided to just say I was at a restaurant. Aiden didn’t like when I had to spend time with her and I didn’t want to get him all ruffled up.
At a restaurant, getting ready to leave. When I get home, I’m going to skype you. Have the lube ready.
LOL, okay, big boy.
I’ll call you later, I typed as Kathy was returning to the table.
Bye, he typed.
I smiled down at it before I slipped my phone into my pocket. “Are you ready to go?” I asked Kathy.
“What’s the rush? Don’t you want dessert?” she asked, taking a seat.
I shook my head. “Dieting. I have to cut weight and don’t like having to cut too much to stay in my class.”
“Well, maybe I want some dessert,” she pointed out.
“We can get it to
go. You know I don’t care for all of this exposure. Since ‘dating’ you, I’ve had more cameras in my face than I like,” I fussed.
“Oh my god, are you still mad at me over that party shit?” she asked.
“No, but I don’t want us to go overboard with this shit,” I said.
“How’s Aiden?” she asked, and the question threw me off guard because it seemed to come from nowhere.
“He’s fine. Why’d you ask?”
“Because we’re doing this for him. You’re my friend, so I don’t mind. I just hope he appreciates the sacrifices we’re making and not giving you a hard time for being with me,” she said.
Well, Aiden didn’t attempt to hide his dislike of Kathy… but I thought we were working past that. I just had to make sure he knew how much he meant to me. “He’s fine with all of this.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. I’m actually surprised he is. I mean, I’m sure he’d rather be in my place, sitting here with you having a delicious dinner out in the open. Instead of having to sneak around in the shadows for the scraps of time you can give him.”
“You’re overstepping and I’m ready to go. If you want to get dessert, better order it now,” I said, scowling. I didn’t like that last comment she had said.
“I’m sorry, Macio. I didn’t mean anything by it,” she backpedaled, but I knew there was something behind her words. “We can go.”
We both rose and left the restaurant. Again, the paparazzi were there with their cameras and questions as we waited for the valet to bring my car around. As soon as my Mustang pulled up, we climbed in and I was ready to take her home. When I got to her house, I walked her to her door and she entered without trying to kiss me. I went back to my car and drove home. As soon as I got there, I called Aiden and got nice and naked with my lube ready.
“Hey baby, how was your day?”
“You were with Kathy at the restaurant?” he asked, which made my cock go limp because I could tell by the tone of his voice, he wasn’t happy.
“Yes, just one of those publicity dates. Nothing more,” I said.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you stressing out about it. I know you don’t care for her, and you don’t like it when I mention her name. I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you,” I said.
“You looked like you were enjoying yourselves,” Aiden said, and I could hear the jealousy in his tone.
I sighed. “Aiden, we’ve been through this. She’s just my beard, we have to look like we enjoy each other’s company. Plus, I’ve known her for six years, we’re friends in real life. We were just talking about silly shit. I’m gay, Aiden. I love cock and man ass… yours in particular. We can’t keep having this conversation. I’m doing all of this so we can be together,” I stated.
“I know, I know… it’s just…”
“What?”
“I guess I’m just envious that she gets to sit down in that restaurant with you out in the open, smiling and laughing at whatever you were talking about in this picture, and I can’t,” Aiden said sadly, and his words hit me like a fucking Mack truck. It was as if he was channeling Kathy as he pretty much repeated her words to me. It hurt.
“I’m sorry, Aiden. I wish it could be you, too. It’s not easy for me to play this part with her when the whole time I’m doing it, I wish I was living my life with you. But we knew what we were getting into and it’s doing us no good to keep dwelling on it,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about how we had to live our truth in the shadows while I lived a lie in the open. It wasn’t like we didn’t know when we decided to throw caution to the wind and date. “Aiden, are you still there?”
“I’m here, Macio. Look, I will call you tomorrow. I’m still really busy.”
I felt he was avoiding me because those damn pictures put him in a mood. Damn, with the internet, people could gossip that much faster. Sometimes I hated that fucking thing. I couldn’t even get home and make myself comfortable before some bloodsucking media jerk blasted my private-public life on some dumb blog for all to see. I decided not to press him right now.
“Okay, baby. I love you. Call me tomorrow.”
“I love you, too. I will,” Aiden said before hanging up.
Well, at least he said he loved me too. That made me feel better. I was in the mood to jack off before, but now I wasn’t. I tossed my tube of lube in the drawer and turned on the television. I had some more tough training tomorrow, as I had to defend my championship in a month and my competition was going to be brutal. Jaxon Hardy, he was a former champion and had been talking a lot of shit about how he was going to get it back. I was actually looking forward to the challenge.
“Are you going to be at my match next week?” I asked Aiden as I washed his back in the shower.
He nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied, then tilted his head back for a kiss. I happily obliged and slapped his plump ass for good measure. “I appreciate you giving me another exclusive for my magazine.”
“You’re special,” I said, grinning.
I turned the water off and we both climbed out and toweled off. I pulled a pair of sweat pants from my drawer and put them on, then walked over to the bed, sprawling on it to watch Aiden get dressed. He was leaving in an hour, but I had enjoyed our weekend together, which surprisingly enough, was uninterrupted. Of course, Barry wasn’t happy about me not training for those two days, but I promised not to have a life for the next week leading up to the fight. That appeased him. Aiden was all dressed now and I hated that he was leaving, but I took solace in knowing he was going to come back in a week.
“I have to fly to New York for the Knicks game for that exclusive with Derek Houser.”
I pouted. “He’s not better than me.”
Aiden laughed. “No, he’s so not.”
I climbed off the bed and walked over to him, taking him in my arms and giving him one hell of a knee-weakening kiss. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
He pinched my pierced nipple and I quaked. “I miss you already.”
I smiled and slapped his ass, then walked him to the door when his cab honked. I watched him driving off and felt that damned loneliness settling in again. If he lived with me, I could take him having to leave for a story better, because at least then I’d know he was coming back to me to stay. God, I was hating having to say goodbye, but for my career, I had to make sacrifices.
The week passed by, and in no time, it was fight night. The weigh-in got wild when I made fun of the pudge surrounding my opponent’s stomach. He rushed me and we collided into the crowd, which made the media sharks go crazy. They loved that kind of shit and so did our promotor. It really sold tickets when a rivalry looked like it would be life or death. Kathy was with me, playing the part of a supportive girlfriend. Rupert and Barry, along with the commission officials, were there as well, making sure everything was on the up and up.
I was waiting for Aiden to show up for his exclusive interview before the championship bout. He could ask five questions and had fifteen minutes. Like the professional he was, he entered my dressing room and got right down to business, as time was of the essence. I was getting my hands wrapped up while I answered his questions. I wished the fucking commission officials weren’t in the room, because if they weren’t, I would have kissed the hell out of Aiden. Instead, we both had to play it cool.
It was a nice interview and I had a good time doing it with him. Fact was, we just made a dynamite couple. Barry put my gloves on and we tapped fists. With that, we wrapped up the interview and I did a few practice moves to get my blood pumping. This was the first time Aiden got to see my pre-fight routine. I was happy he got to see this part of me.
“Okay, kid, let’s go kick some fucking ass,” Barry said.
“Fuck yeah!” I growled and huffed, then walked out of the dressing room with Barry and the commission officials, along with the rest of my corner behind me. It was game time.
A month had passed si
nce my last little tantrum over Macio having dinner with Kathy. A lot had changed – well, I had changed – since then. Hearing the slight edge of frustration in his voice when he had to defend his time with Kathy for the umpteenth time, followed by the disappointment when I cut our conversation early, triggered something inside of me. I was sick and tired of hurting all the time and feeling like a third wheel in my own relationship with the man I loved; a man who I knew damn well loved me in return.
That night after our argument, I sat in the quiet of my home and thought about my relationship with Macio. I couldn’t help but compare it to the failed relationship I’d had with Geoff. I had promised myself that I’d never let myself fall for a man who would deny me in front of his friends and family, yet there I was with Macio. Then I realized that it really wasn’t entirely the same thing.
In my relationship with Geoff, no one knew that we were anything other than friends. To be honest, I don’t think Geoff had admitted to himself that he was gay. He always said he didn’t want to put a label on our relationship. I didn’t know if he was ashamed of himself, thought it was a phase that would pass, or was too confused to know what the fuck he wanted. All I knew was that he made me feel cheap and dirty. Those were things that Macio never made me feel.
While it was true that Macio wasn’t out publicly, the people closest to him, except his brother, knew about our relationship. Beside Rico, Barry and Rupert were the closest thing to family that Macio had. He rarely spoke to his father and I didn’t think he cared too much what the man thought about him. Rico, however, was another story. He idolized his brother and I knew he worried about losing him. Yet, Macio didn’t seem eager to take Kathy home to meet the family either. It seemed it was a line he refused to cross, and though I suspected the reason, I needed to hear it from him.
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