It's been quiet round these parts, so I figured I'd post a little
something something from Heavy Hitters now that the
release date is (FINALLY!) getting close. ;-)
This is an excerpt from Chapter Fourteen in Round Three:
The Conflicted Years. Santi and Luca are new adults at this
point, becoming successful in their respective careers, and
realizing they can't lie to themselves about who they really are.
Enjoy!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the official time this fight comes to an
end is at 49 seconds of round number eight. The winner by technical knockout
and new WBC welterweight champion of the world, Santinooo Malavééé…”
The green title belt was firmly secured around Santi’s waist
when Julito and Héctor picked him up on their shoulders. His discipline and
drive had paid off, and hopefully his life would be better because of it. Luca
couldn’t be happier for him.
Santi approached Hacine and gave him a quick hug. Hacine was
gracious in his defeat. He patted Santi’s back and congratulated him. Luca
decided Hacine was a classy guy even if he’d been a jerk while promoting the
fight.
There were two dozen people crammed into the ring by that point,
but Santi sidestepped officials, camera crews, and interviewers until he
reached the side of the ring that was closest to his family. He stood on the
ropes with a huge grin and blew them a kiss, then his gaze locked on Luca’s,
and his exhilarated expression morphed into what could only be described as
sinful intent.
That was want gleaming
in Santi’s eyes. It was physical attraction and carnal desire—his true nature
peeking from beneath the surface and taking control. It was the same thing Luca
had seen in his eyes that time Santi jumped him in the back of his truck, and
Luca’s entire body reacted in response.
The usual conflictive emotions warred in his chest, but his
throat got hot and tight, and his cock rose to full mast. They stared at each
other for hours… maybe seconds… Luca couldn’t tell. It was impossible to be
certain of anything when he was flaming inside and shivering from head to toe
at the same time. Years of suppressed desire were raging through his system,
burning up his veins and melting his brain and religious restrictions. If he
didn’t get out of there fast, he’d jump over the ropes and throw Santi to the
mat.
You’re mine, pai… No
matter what you say or don’t say, you’re mine.
Up in the ring, Santi gulped. He must’ve guessed Luca’s
thoughts.
The pay-per-view commentator shoved a microphone under Santi’s
nose. Before shifting his attention to him, Santi made a quick gesture with his
head that Luca knew from all the times they’d used it in the past. Santi wanted
to be somewhere else, and he was asking Luca to come along.
Was it to talk? Did Santi want to go have dinner together like
they always did or did he want to blow his wad and wanted Luca to give him a
hand?
Santi’s words from earlier slammed into his chest.
Ejaculating before a
fight weakens energy levels and decreases aggression, so… you know… It has to
be after.
The commentator wrapped up his interview. Santi walked to his
corner and stepped out of the ring.
Luca didn’t hesitate.
He ignored the voices in his head warning him against acting on
impulse and sneaked away.
His decision wasn’t impulsive—it was instinctual. In that moment
Luca was more than willing to go against catholic rules, not because he had a
sudden urge to jerk off another man, but because he’d been thinking about it
his entire life.
He was born liking men. Wanting to touch them and kiss them came
naturally to him. Besides, this was Santi
he was talking about—the guy whose presence set Luca on fire until he felt like
he was burning alive. He had no idea what was about to happen between him and
Santi, but not even the ten plagues of Egypt descending upon him could’ve
stopped him from finding out.
