one-shot
Title: I've Paid For Your Mistakes
Fandom: Papa Roach/Atreyu
Pairing: Jacoby Shaddix/Alex Varkatzas
Word Count: 3823
POV: Third
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After a terrible fight with the wife at home, Coby ends up at the Muy Thai Kick Boxing Gym hoping to curb his anger and relieve some stress but when curiosity gets the best of him, he ends up with far more then he bargained for.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No harm is meant in the fun and games as this is al just the product of the authors over worked imagination and any names/characters/places are used fictitiously and any events relating is purely coincidental.
A/N: weird pairing I know lol. written for gunslingerxx <3 and title belongs to Linkin Park
Another dramatic fight with the wife had drove Coby from his home and was now wandering up and down the sidewalks of Orange County California. He didn’t live near the area but his brother did and he had planned to see him in hopes of talking things out; getting his anger resolved so he could go home to his wife and children once more.
He knew what the problem was but he just refused to admit it to himself. He was thickheaded and too stubborn for his own good that often got him into trouble as such. He played life off as being cool and it usually worked fine but like any human being he had a temper that could spread like wild fire turning anything in its path to dust. He had a happy life. He loved his wife and adored his children and had his band to occupy his free time laughing and playing like just as much a big kid himself but all it took was one wrong button pushed and here he was.
Foreign words spread over a large pane of glass caught his attention as he was often simple minded for things as such and he slowed his walk more to a casual stroll as his emerald eyes flicked over the writing trying to distinguish the scrawl. Finally near the bottom the words were printed in English declaring the place as some kind of gym for martial arts specializing in Muy Thai Kick Boxing.
Coby had heard of the sport and if he were in a cartoon knew there would be a little glowing bulb burning brightly above his raven colored spiked hair. Hopefully they took walk-ins or provided day passes because beating up on a punching bag or a human who at least encouraged it was a lot better relief then words and a lot less likely to get him sent away to the slammer for assault. He hadn’t been in a physical fight in a long time but he still carried traces of his past with him wherever went.
His clothes weren’t really proper attire for training, dressed in khaki shorts and a band t-shirt but he still turned his body and took hold of the sun warmed metal bar that told him in bolded black and white lettering to ‘Push’ the door to get in. Quiet bells tinkled above his head letting whoever was inside know somebody had entered.
Coby stopped just inside the door and let the weight of the frame close itself as the hinges kept it from slamming, his mind scattering with awe trying to take it all in. The room was filled with noises of pants and exhales from controlled breathing followed by thumps of a fist or foot colliding with a bag or a glove one of the trainers was wearing on his hands to help the movements of his student better.
His lungs expanded taking in more of the place around him; the pungent sweet smell of body odor filling his nostrils at all the sweating men and even a few women working out around him.
“I am sensei Liao and welcome to my gym. How may I help you?” A voice asked, interrupting his thoughts. It had a thick accent and when Coby turned his eyes to the speaker he saw a tiny Asian man with salt and pepper hair but also far more ripped then a man of his age should be. The man had a warm smile and the vocalist couldn’t help but give one in return.
“I saw the sign on the glass out front and I was interested in possibly participating?” Coby smiled a little more and had to clench his hands into fists as they sweated profusely with his nerves. It wasn’t meeting the new man or training with others around him but the intense look the tiny man was staring at him with making the taller one afraid he was reading into his soul to see if he as worthy enough to become a student here.
“Come come then.” The man finally said as the smile reemerged back onto his face letting the other sigh in relief and follow after. The small man almost seemed to glide across the mats graceful in his age and skill bringing an embarrassed flush to Coby’s cheeks as he felt clumsy and awkward in comparison. “I never caught your name young one.” He said as his thick accent broke the silence once more.
“Jacoby.” The vocalist answered with a small nod of his head trying not to take much offense to being called ‘young one’ but figured being let in to this man’s space he had to show him the proper respect of a guest and who knew how old the man really was.
“Ahh yes. I put you with Alex.” Liao rattled off and Coby blinked at that how the small Asian could revert back to the broken English so quickly and mention a single name when the room was full of people. Liao held up his hand for him to stay put and broke off to go and track down the specified man somewhere in the room.
It was then that he spotted the small Asian heading towards a man in the corner pounding away at a faded punching bag, eyes narrowed in concentration as his right hand shot out to strike a marked ‘X’ on the side.
His sandy blonde hair was cropped short on the sides but long in the middle running the length of his scalp like a Mohawk that had just grown out; too long to be spiked up anymore. His eyes were a deep ocean blue, not the crisp waves that rolled ashore but like the crevasses that held countless untold mysteries waiting to be explored. The man looked no older than his mid twenties but the frown lines over his brow and the corners of his mouth gave him age and wisdom beyond his years but did nothing to diminish his looks.
Alex was shirtless and clothed in nothing more then a pair of rather low sitting shorts perfect for this kind of training. His body was solid and from where he stood Coby could see the ripples along his skin as muscles flexed and relaxed in perfect synch with the rise and fall of his chest keeping his breathing even. Colorful tattoos littered his body filling both arms and most of one leg with intricate designs over his chest and the words ‘Passion’ spread over his sleek and flat abdomen. His waist was slender, hips almost feminine but the way he moved pulled ones eyes away from the trait.
His temples were damp with sweat and his hair was stuck to his brow shaping the flush of his cheeks during a rigorous work out. Coby could see the classic trainer’s tape wrapped around his knuckles and over the top of his foot to prevent the skin from splitting.
There was a loud thump as his right foot connected with the hanging sandbag in front of him and graceful as a dancer he turned to follow up with another powerful left kick making the vocalist anxious and intimidated. He knew he had seen the blonde man before and knew him from somewhere but the words burned on the tip of his tongue and he bit at it to stop any more tingles before he made an ass of himself.
There was silence in their corner of the Gym and Coby glanced up to see Liao speaking silently with Alex and the blonde nodding along slowly until those sapphire eyes flicked his way and green met blue. Their gazes remained locked for a long moment and Coby swallowed thickly but didn’t miss the smirk spread across Alex’s face. Eventually the blonde snatched up a towel he’d had on the bench and slung the material over his shoulders while using the end of it to wipe at his face and brows trying to be more presentable.
“You must be Coby.” Alex said as he extended his hand in a more formal greeting which the Papa Roach lead man took gratefully. Alex’s voice was light but friendly; his grip powerful and the same time his hand was soft.
“And you’re Alex.” Coby answered with a grin at his use of sarcasm pointing out the obvious making the blonde man laugh and return the look so their eyes once again met this time in a closer vicinity to one another. The dark haired man could smell the masculinity from the other, sweet and pungent all at once and made him want to lick Alex from the sharp curve of his jaw bone to the dark trail leading into his pants down from his belly button.
The thought startled the vocalist and he gasped at himself and eyes widened in shock. He was married with kids and very much straight so where were theses dark thoughts coming from? He could see Alex looking at him strangely and Coby dropped his eyes away really wishing he had just kept on going past the Gym but another glance up to the blonde angel before him told him other wise.
“Have you ever trained in Muy Thai before?” Alex asked and Coby shook his head in disagreement as he really never had. He was used to classic treadmills and weights and the adrenaline of being on stage that had helped him get his body back. “Okay we’ll start you simple. You’ve probably had a Punching Bag before.” He smiled and this time the emerald eyed man nodded along and the two shared a smile.
His shorts were approved for the training so the rest of the warm up went by relatively quick most of it consisting of stretching and breathing exercises so he wouldn’t hyperventilate himself. Coby stepped out of his flip flops and set them aside and pulled his shirt up from his body to toss it over one of the nearby chairs that held the rest of his belongings that had weighed his pockets down.
This time it was Alex’s turn to do the scoping and eyes traveled greedily over the new body exposed before him and Coby caught a wicked glint flicker in the blue orbs before disappearing. Coby’s knuckles were wrapped with the tape and he was positioned in front of the bag still swaying gently from the last blows it had received.
“Show me the best you have.” Alex commanded as he stood just off to the side with his arms crossed lightly over his chest so he could watch his new student.
Coby did as told and let the anger and frustration boil up once more from his gut and threw his fist forward into the taped ‘X’. The shock and pain that went up his arm felt good and his eyes set onto the marked area, hitting it once more with all he had until he was practically beating the thing.
By the time he was done his breathing was coming in gasps and his hair was flattened over his brow and temples like Alex’s, the blonde smirking in amusement the others explosion in temper.
“Feel better?” he half purred and Coby nodded his head as really it did. He needed to get himself one of these at home to work it out on instead but maybe it was worth the gas to be coming down here to see this man more. No! There he went again with those thoughts.
Alex then proceeded to coach him properly on how to hit and move, the session taking up most of the afternoon as time flew by for the two men as their mind was distracted elsewhere from thoughts of the outside world. The place had began to empty out, participants dwindling down to just a handful as most had somewhere to be in the growing hours of twilight.
“It’s getting late.” Alex finally brought to attention and Coby looked up from where the two had been sparing practicing steps and circling techniques. The blonde stopped his movements and looked to the clock on the wall before back to Coby and the vocalist could once again see the wickedness in the ocean dark pools, mischief rolling over their surface like waves.
Alex turned and started to walk towards the back wall where he entered through a small door opening into a mild size locker room with a small set of showers off to the far side. The blonde stopped in front of a long metal door marked his name written with Sharpie on a piece of masking tape and turned his back to Coby showing off the perfectly curved spine and warm glow of a California tan accented by the flush of his skin. Coby’s eyes were met with the crystalline diamond of a skull staring at him from between Alex’s shoulder blades and once again he was struck with a sense of familiarity.
It was when the younger man leant over to retrieve something from the lower shelf and the curve of his ass stuck right in Coby’s direction did the dark haired man lose any sense of real control he had and put a hand over that grinning skull and pushed the man forward against the closed locker next to his own. Coby pressed his chest against the others back and leant forward to trace the shell of Alex’s ear with his tongue tasting the man and the moan that echoed from the other was undeniable.
Rather then try to struggle away as one might being assaulted in a locker room, Coby felt the curve of the others ass press against his groin and the pelvis rock and grind for friction this time pulling a sound from the older man. He couldn’t resist Alex anymore and took hold of him by his shoulders, flipping him around so his back thudded against the lockers. They met in the middle in a hungry kiss, each trying to devour the other with teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance over the others mouth. Coby wouldn’t have it and leant more of his weight into the smaller man pinning him against the cold metal.
The blonde hissed quietly in pain as the handle to the adjacent locker dug into his spine, back arching away and closer to Coby so their chests grazed together. The older man could feel the hardness against his own and the elaborate tent in the front of the others flimsy pants. Sapphire eyes slid open once more to meet with the emerald and Coby couldn’t contain the groan of need the lust he saw in those eyes directed at him. Alex pulled away only an instant to rifle once more through the bag on the shelf before Coby felt the familiar crinkle and small tube pressed into the palm of his hand.
One was certainly a condom but the other was only hand lotion he was sure every participant had in their bag for dry hands but lube was lube. Dull nails scratched into perfect, inked skin in their rush to try to undress the other kicking the discarded clothes away. The place was empty enough by now they didn’t risk exposure and Coby took full advantage of the idea, foot knocking Alex’s legs apart as he spread his fingers with the slick lotion. Coby really had no idea what he was doing as he’d never been with a man but couldn’t be too hard as they had one hole and lube to make it work.
Coby leant in for another possessing kiss as his hand snaked between their bodies and up to Alex’s entrance. He could feel the tight ring of muscle clench with the cold cream against it and the green eyed man chuckled lowly in a mocking tease. Alex glared at him and his hips writhed with need until Coby drove his finger home pulling a startled gasp from the smaller man. The older gave the younger barely a moment before inserting the second one, stretching and fucking until Alex was cursing and grumbling under his breath.
“Just fuck me already dammit.” The blonde hissed and drove himself down onto the fingers having to bite into his lip to muffle out his cry as the calloused fingers brushed against his prostate. This amused Coby and he pushed his fingers deeper keeping them against the hardened little organ until the blonde was practically sobbing in his pleading to let him finish. Coby as well was growing anxious and impatient as he removed his hand to rip open the packet letting the wrapping fall to the floor as he quickly rolled it over himself. The condom was already lubricated but he squeezed an extra layer onto himself from the lotion before it to joined the wrapper on the floor.
Green eyes stared into vibrant blue as Coby grabbed hold of one of Alex’s knees to pull it up over his hip then bracing their weight into the lockers, thrust himself inside of the smaller man. The tightness was overwhelming and the heat set his nerves aflame sending tingles and licking desire through his body until he could feel it in his finger tips. It was much more different than a woman and Coby moaned his pleasure into the empty room with Alex’s echo at being so full.
He wasn’t normally such a slut and it had been awhile since he’d been so thoroughly fucked especially in such a public place but there was just something about the man that made him crave his touch since he’d laid eyes on him for the first time. Skin slapped against skin with each driving thrust Coby made into Alex, the sounds of their pants and a moan echoing with the metal clang as a body was shoved against it repeatedly.
“Fuck Coby harder.” Alex hissed in agitation and the older male could feel the others blunt nails digging and raking into the skin of his shoulders. It caused such a mixture of pain and pleasure he couldn't refuse and did what the other asked, throwing his weight up into the blonde pulling a cry out of him and knew he found his target. Coby’s own fingers gripped at Alex’s thigh with bruising force trying to keep him up as he was supporting both of their weight against the locker while his other arm braced on the metal by the others head.
The blonde had gone up onto his toes and eyes had fallen closed in his ecstasy losing his connections to the real world. Pleasured whimpers and lustrous mewls fell from Alex’s kiss swollen lips with every movement Coby made to the point it was reminding him of an alley cat. Coby could feel his stomach clenching and coils beginning to tighten as he drew nearer to his release. His balls were drawn up against his body and his thrusts had become jerky and sloppy with no real rhythm to his movements.
He knew Alex was just as close by the clenching vice like grip around him and the hitch in his breath with every gasp for oxygen he tried to pull in through all of his noises filling Coby’s ears. “Come for me.” He purred and released Alex’s thigh so he could get in-between their bodies and get a hold of the blonde’s throbbing and weeping cock. Doing what he would just do to himself, Coby jerked at the man pulling and grasping the same off beat rhythm to his thrusts giving a twist of his wrist just near the head and smoothed over the slick head with the pad of his thumb.
It was all Alex needed and with a final thrust he was coming all over Coby’s hand and stomach with a cried whimper of his name, hands clawing at his shoulders for a stable grip sure if he didn’t have some kind of anchor he would float right out of the locker room on cloud nine. The tightening around his cock mixed with the angels moan of his name drove Coby to the edge and kicked him over so he was free falling through the stars behind his eyes.
He collapsed forward against Alex and had to gasp and wheeze to catch his breath enough so he could pull away from the man. His knees were shaky but Coby managed to stand while Alex slithered down to the ground with a more then pleased looking smile. The vocalist grinned at him in brief amusement before wandering to a can to dispose of their trash and to the near by sink to clean himself up. When he returned Alex was standing once more and pulling on a clean pair of boxers and pants while stuffing his other ones into a black and grey duffel bag.
Coby began to dress as well and raked his fingers through his hair hoping to pass it off as a styled mess rather then just a mess, brows furrowing at his reflection in the small locker mirror. His face was flushed and hair was array but nothing he could do about it now as the place was closing down for the night.
The two men gathered all their belongings and headed outside with a final good bye and respectable bow to Sensei Liao for the training then heard the door click as the lock was slid into place and man disappear out of view as he went off to do his thing.
“Sooo…” Alex started and shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously as his eyes rose to meet Coby’s with a little smile. “Will I be seeing you around?” he offered hoping it would be a yes as he did like the man more then just the fucking they’d done.
Coby stopped in his tracks with concern and worry showing in his eyes knowing he had to get back home and to the family he had there but the disappointment threatening to show in the gentle blue eyes tugged at his heart and he too smiled towards the younger male. “Yeah.. yeah I will be seeing you around.” He agreed and leant in to steal a final kiss from the full pink lips with a pleasing grin similar to the one Alex had first given him before turning his back and heading towards his car parked at the end of the street whistling a nonsense tune to himself along the way.
Just as he was about to reach his car what he had been trying to remember finally clicked in to place and he turned around to try to see if the man was still there but the only other car that had been in front of the Gym was now gone as well and Coby shook his head slowly with a quiet laugh at himself wondering if Alex had been thinking the same thing.
Fandom: Papa Roach/Atreyu
Pairing: Jacoby Shaddix/Alex Varkatzas
Word Count: 3823
POV: Third
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After a terrible fight with the wife at home, Coby ends up at the Muy Thai Kick Boxing Gym hoping to curb his anger and relieve some stress but when curiosity gets the best of him, he ends up with far more then he bargained for.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No harm is meant in the fun and games as this is al just the product of the authors over worked imagination and any names/characters/places are used fictitiously and any events relating is purely coincidental.
A/N: weird pairing I know lol. written for gunslingerxx <3 and title belongs to Linkin Park
Another dramatic fight with the wife had drove Coby from his home and was now wandering up and down the sidewalks of Orange County California. He didn’t live near the area but his brother did and he had planned to see him in hopes of talking things out; getting his anger resolved so he could go home to his wife and children once more.
He knew what the problem was but he just refused to admit it to himself. He was thickheaded and too stubborn for his own good that often got him into trouble as such. He played life off as being cool and it usually worked fine but like any human being he had a temper that could spread like wild fire turning anything in its path to dust. He had a happy life. He loved his wife and adored his children and had his band to occupy his free time laughing and playing like just as much a big kid himself but all it took was one wrong button pushed and here he was.
Foreign words spread over a large pane of glass caught his attention as he was often simple minded for things as such and he slowed his walk more to a casual stroll as his emerald eyes flicked over the writing trying to distinguish the scrawl. Finally near the bottom the words were printed in English declaring the place as some kind of gym for martial arts specializing in Muy Thai Kick Boxing.
Coby had heard of the sport and if he were in a cartoon knew there would be a little glowing bulb burning brightly above his raven colored spiked hair. Hopefully they took walk-ins or provided day passes because beating up on a punching bag or a human who at least encouraged it was a lot better relief then words and a lot less likely to get him sent away to the slammer for assault. He hadn’t been in a physical fight in a long time but he still carried traces of his past with him wherever went.
His clothes weren’t really proper attire for training, dressed in khaki shorts and a band t-shirt but he still turned his body and took hold of the sun warmed metal bar that told him in bolded black and white lettering to ‘Push’ the door to get in. Quiet bells tinkled above his head letting whoever was inside know somebody had entered.
Coby stopped just inside the door and let the weight of the frame close itself as the hinges kept it from slamming, his mind scattering with awe trying to take it all in. The room was filled with noises of pants and exhales from controlled breathing followed by thumps of a fist or foot colliding with a bag or a glove one of the trainers was wearing on his hands to help the movements of his student better.
His lungs expanded taking in more of the place around him; the pungent sweet smell of body odor filling his nostrils at all the sweating men and even a few women working out around him.
“I am sensei Liao and welcome to my gym. How may I help you?” A voice asked, interrupting his thoughts. It had a thick accent and when Coby turned his eyes to the speaker he saw a tiny Asian man with salt and pepper hair but also far more ripped then a man of his age should be. The man had a warm smile and the vocalist couldn’t help but give one in return.
“I saw the sign on the glass out front and I was interested in possibly participating?” Coby smiled a little more and had to clench his hands into fists as they sweated profusely with his nerves. It wasn’t meeting the new man or training with others around him but the intense look the tiny man was staring at him with making the taller one afraid he was reading into his soul to see if he as worthy enough to become a student here.
“Come come then.” The man finally said as the smile reemerged back onto his face letting the other sigh in relief and follow after. The small man almost seemed to glide across the mats graceful in his age and skill bringing an embarrassed flush to Coby’s cheeks as he felt clumsy and awkward in comparison. “I never caught your name young one.” He said as his thick accent broke the silence once more.
“Jacoby.” The vocalist answered with a small nod of his head trying not to take much offense to being called ‘young one’ but figured being let in to this man’s space he had to show him the proper respect of a guest and who knew how old the man really was.
“Ahh yes. I put you with Alex.” Liao rattled off and Coby blinked at that how the small Asian could revert back to the broken English so quickly and mention a single name when the room was full of people. Liao held up his hand for him to stay put and broke off to go and track down the specified man somewhere in the room.
It was then that he spotted the small Asian heading towards a man in the corner pounding away at a faded punching bag, eyes narrowed in concentration as his right hand shot out to strike a marked ‘X’ on the side.
His sandy blonde hair was cropped short on the sides but long in the middle running the length of his scalp like a Mohawk that had just grown out; too long to be spiked up anymore. His eyes were a deep ocean blue, not the crisp waves that rolled ashore but like the crevasses that held countless untold mysteries waiting to be explored. The man looked no older than his mid twenties but the frown lines over his brow and the corners of his mouth gave him age and wisdom beyond his years but did nothing to diminish his looks.
Alex was shirtless and clothed in nothing more then a pair of rather low sitting shorts perfect for this kind of training. His body was solid and from where he stood Coby could see the ripples along his skin as muscles flexed and relaxed in perfect synch with the rise and fall of his chest keeping his breathing even. Colorful tattoos littered his body filling both arms and most of one leg with intricate designs over his chest and the words ‘Passion’ spread over his sleek and flat abdomen. His waist was slender, hips almost feminine but the way he moved pulled ones eyes away from the trait.
His temples were damp with sweat and his hair was stuck to his brow shaping the flush of his cheeks during a rigorous work out. Coby could see the classic trainer’s tape wrapped around his knuckles and over the top of his foot to prevent the skin from splitting.
There was a loud thump as his right foot connected with the hanging sandbag in front of him and graceful as a dancer he turned to follow up with another powerful left kick making the vocalist anxious and intimidated. He knew he had seen the blonde man before and knew him from somewhere but the words burned on the tip of his tongue and he bit at it to stop any more tingles before he made an ass of himself.
There was silence in their corner of the Gym and Coby glanced up to see Liao speaking silently with Alex and the blonde nodding along slowly until those sapphire eyes flicked his way and green met blue. Their gazes remained locked for a long moment and Coby swallowed thickly but didn’t miss the smirk spread across Alex’s face. Eventually the blonde snatched up a towel he’d had on the bench and slung the material over his shoulders while using the end of it to wipe at his face and brows trying to be more presentable.
“You must be Coby.” Alex said as he extended his hand in a more formal greeting which the Papa Roach lead man took gratefully. Alex’s voice was light but friendly; his grip powerful and the same time his hand was soft.
“And you’re Alex.” Coby answered with a grin at his use of sarcasm pointing out the obvious making the blonde man laugh and return the look so their eyes once again met this time in a closer vicinity to one another. The dark haired man could smell the masculinity from the other, sweet and pungent all at once and made him want to lick Alex from the sharp curve of his jaw bone to the dark trail leading into his pants down from his belly button.
The thought startled the vocalist and he gasped at himself and eyes widened in shock. He was married with kids and very much straight so where were theses dark thoughts coming from? He could see Alex looking at him strangely and Coby dropped his eyes away really wishing he had just kept on going past the Gym but another glance up to the blonde angel before him told him other wise.
“Have you ever trained in Muy Thai before?” Alex asked and Coby shook his head in disagreement as he really never had. He was used to classic treadmills and weights and the adrenaline of being on stage that had helped him get his body back. “Okay we’ll start you simple. You’ve probably had a Punching Bag before.” He smiled and this time the emerald eyed man nodded along and the two shared a smile.
His shorts were approved for the training so the rest of the warm up went by relatively quick most of it consisting of stretching and breathing exercises so he wouldn’t hyperventilate himself. Coby stepped out of his flip flops and set them aside and pulled his shirt up from his body to toss it over one of the nearby chairs that held the rest of his belongings that had weighed his pockets down.
This time it was Alex’s turn to do the scoping and eyes traveled greedily over the new body exposed before him and Coby caught a wicked glint flicker in the blue orbs before disappearing. Coby’s knuckles were wrapped with the tape and he was positioned in front of the bag still swaying gently from the last blows it had received.
“Show me the best you have.” Alex commanded as he stood just off to the side with his arms crossed lightly over his chest so he could watch his new student.
Coby did as told and let the anger and frustration boil up once more from his gut and threw his fist forward into the taped ‘X’. The shock and pain that went up his arm felt good and his eyes set onto the marked area, hitting it once more with all he had until he was practically beating the thing.
By the time he was done his breathing was coming in gasps and his hair was flattened over his brow and temples like Alex’s, the blonde smirking in amusement the others explosion in temper.
“Feel better?” he half purred and Coby nodded his head as really it did. He needed to get himself one of these at home to work it out on instead but maybe it was worth the gas to be coming down here to see this man more. No! There he went again with those thoughts.
Alex then proceeded to coach him properly on how to hit and move, the session taking up most of the afternoon as time flew by for the two men as their mind was distracted elsewhere from thoughts of the outside world. The place had began to empty out, participants dwindling down to just a handful as most had somewhere to be in the growing hours of twilight.
“It’s getting late.” Alex finally brought to attention and Coby looked up from where the two had been sparing practicing steps and circling techniques. The blonde stopped his movements and looked to the clock on the wall before back to Coby and the vocalist could once again see the wickedness in the ocean dark pools, mischief rolling over their surface like waves.
Alex turned and started to walk towards the back wall where he entered through a small door opening into a mild size locker room with a small set of showers off to the far side. The blonde stopped in front of a long metal door marked his name written with Sharpie on a piece of masking tape and turned his back to Coby showing off the perfectly curved spine and warm glow of a California tan accented by the flush of his skin. Coby’s eyes were met with the crystalline diamond of a skull staring at him from between Alex’s shoulder blades and once again he was struck with a sense of familiarity.
It was when the younger man leant over to retrieve something from the lower shelf and the curve of his ass stuck right in Coby’s direction did the dark haired man lose any sense of real control he had and put a hand over that grinning skull and pushed the man forward against the closed locker next to his own. Coby pressed his chest against the others back and leant forward to trace the shell of Alex’s ear with his tongue tasting the man and the moan that echoed from the other was undeniable.
Rather then try to struggle away as one might being assaulted in a locker room, Coby felt the curve of the others ass press against his groin and the pelvis rock and grind for friction this time pulling a sound from the older man. He couldn’t resist Alex anymore and took hold of him by his shoulders, flipping him around so his back thudded against the lockers. They met in the middle in a hungry kiss, each trying to devour the other with teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance over the others mouth. Coby wouldn’t have it and leant more of his weight into the smaller man pinning him against the cold metal.
The blonde hissed quietly in pain as the handle to the adjacent locker dug into his spine, back arching away and closer to Coby so their chests grazed together. The older man could feel the hardness against his own and the elaborate tent in the front of the others flimsy pants. Sapphire eyes slid open once more to meet with the emerald and Coby couldn’t contain the groan of need the lust he saw in those eyes directed at him. Alex pulled away only an instant to rifle once more through the bag on the shelf before Coby felt the familiar crinkle and small tube pressed into the palm of his hand.
One was certainly a condom but the other was only hand lotion he was sure every participant had in their bag for dry hands but lube was lube. Dull nails scratched into perfect, inked skin in their rush to try to undress the other kicking the discarded clothes away. The place was empty enough by now they didn’t risk exposure and Coby took full advantage of the idea, foot knocking Alex’s legs apart as he spread his fingers with the slick lotion. Coby really had no idea what he was doing as he’d never been with a man but couldn’t be too hard as they had one hole and lube to make it work.
Coby leant in for another possessing kiss as his hand snaked between their bodies and up to Alex’s entrance. He could feel the tight ring of muscle clench with the cold cream against it and the green eyed man chuckled lowly in a mocking tease. Alex glared at him and his hips writhed with need until Coby drove his finger home pulling a startled gasp from the smaller man. The older gave the younger barely a moment before inserting the second one, stretching and fucking until Alex was cursing and grumbling under his breath.
“Just fuck me already dammit.” The blonde hissed and drove himself down onto the fingers having to bite into his lip to muffle out his cry as the calloused fingers brushed against his prostate. This amused Coby and he pushed his fingers deeper keeping them against the hardened little organ until the blonde was practically sobbing in his pleading to let him finish. Coby as well was growing anxious and impatient as he removed his hand to rip open the packet letting the wrapping fall to the floor as he quickly rolled it over himself. The condom was already lubricated but he squeezed an extra layer onto himself from the lotion before it to joined the wrapper on the floor.
Green eyes stared into vibrant blue as Coby grabbed hold of one of Alex’s knees to pull it up over his hip then bracing their weight into the lockers, thrust himself inside of the smaller man. The tightness was overwhelming and the heat set his nerves aflame sending tingles and licking desire through his body until he could feel it in his finger tips. It was much more different than a woman and Coby moaned his pleasure into the empty room with Alex’s echo at being so full.
He wasn’t normally such a slut and it had been awhile since he’d been so thoroughly fucked especially in such a public place but there was just something about the man that made him crave his touch since he’d laid eyes on him for the first time. Skin slapped against skin with each driving thrust Coby made into Alex, the sounds of their pants and a moan echoing with the metal clang as a body was shoved against it repeatedly.
“Fuck Coby harder.” Alex hissed in agitation and the older male could feel the others blunt nails digging and raking into the skin of his shoulders. It caused such a mixture of pain and pleasure he couldn't refuse and did what the other asked, throwing his weight up into the blonde pulling a cry out of him and knew he found his target. Coby’s own fingers gripped at Alex’s thigh with bruising force trying to keep him up as he was supporting both of their weight against the locker while his other arm braced on the metal by the others head.
The blonde had gone up onto his toes and eyes had fallen closed in his ecstasy losing his connections to the real world. Pleasured whimpers and lustrous mewls fell from Alex’s kiss swollen lips with every movement Coby made to the point it was reminding him of an alley cat. Coby could feel his stomach clenching and coils beginning to tighten as he drew nearer to his release. His balls were drawn up against his body and his thrusts had become jerky and sloppy with no real rhythm to his movements.
He knew Alex was just as close by the clenching vice like grip around him and the hitch in his breath with every gasp for oxygen he tried to pull in through all of his noises filling Coby’s ears. “Come for me.” He purred and released Alex’s thigh so he could get in-between their bodies and get a hold of the blonde’s throbbing and weeping cock. Doing what he would just do to himself, Coby jerked at the man pulling and grasping the same off beat rhythm to his thrusts giving a twist of his wrist just near the head and smoothed over the slick head with the pad of his thumb.
It was all Alex needed and with a final thrust he was coming all over Coby’s hand and stomach with a cried whimper of his name, hands clawing at his shoulders for a stable grip sure if he didn’t have some kind of anchor he would float right out of the locker room on cloud nine. The tightening around his cock mixed with the angels moan of his name drove Coby to the edge and kicked him over so he was free falling through the stars behind his eyes.
He collapsed forward against Alex and had to gasp and wheeze to catch his breath enough so he could pull away from the man. His knees were shaky but Coby managed to stand while Alex slithered down to the ground with a more then pleased looking smile. The vocalist grinned at him in brief amusement before wandering to a can to dispose of their trash and to the near by sink to clean himself up. When he returned Alex was standing once more and pulling on a clean pair of boxers and pants while stuffing his other ones into a black and grey duffel bag.
Coby began to dress as well and raked his fingers through his hair hoping to pass it off as a styled mess rather then just a mess, brows furrowing at his reflection in the small locker mirror. His face was flushed and hair was array but nothing he could do about it now as the place was closing down for the night.
The two men gathered all their belongings and headed outside with a final good bye and respectable bow to Sensei Liao for the training then heard the door click as the lock was slid into place and man disappear out of view as he went off to do his thing.
“Sooo…” Alex started and shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously as his eyes rose to meet Coby’s with a little smile. “Will I be seeing you around?” he offered hoping it would be a yes as he did like the man more then just the fucking they’d done.
Coby stopped in his tracks with concern and worry showing in his eyes knowing he had to get back home and to the family he had there but the disappointment threatening to show in the gentle blue eyes tugged at his heart and he too smiled towards the younger male. “Yeah.. yeah I will be seeing you around.” He agreed and leant in to steal a final kiss from the full pink lips with a pleasing grin similar to the one Alex had first given him before turning his back and heading towards his car parked at the end of the street whistling a nonsense tune to himself along the way.
Just as he was about to reach his car what he had been trying to remember finally clicked in to place and he turned around to try to see if the man was still there but the only other car that had been in front of the Gym was now gone as well and Coby shook his head slowly with a quiet laugh at himself wondering if Alex had been thinking the same thing.