He keeps pushing through the workout. He counted in his head. 94…95…come on fella, nearly there…96….97…98…99…one more…100! As soon as the 100th push-up was done he collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily.
Suddenly Jeremy's face pops into view over Matt's as he stares up at the ceiling.
(Jeremy): Boo!
He had arrived just moments ago and didn't want to break Matt's concentration.
(Jeremy): For a minute I thought you were going for a Guinness World Record there or something.
Matt grins, seeing Jeremy’s face and reaches up, pulling him down into a kiss before wiping the sweat from his face.
(Matt): You should’ve called! I would’ve met you at the airport!
Jeremy's eyes go wide and he looks around the facility from left to right, up and down to see if anyone just saw them.
(Jeremy): Are you crazy? What if somebody sees us?
Matt grins.
(Matt): Relax, there’s literally nobody here. Not even Sensei’s here! Butch and Wisdom have been locked in their office for hours. Come here!
Matt sits up and tries to kiss Jeremy again.
Jeremy again looks around and doesn't see anyone and leans in for a longer, deeper kiss.
(Jeremy): You're enjoying keeping me on my toes, aren't you?
He gives Matt a little shove in the shoulder. He could just about lick the sweat dripping off his body. It glistened like water on freshly washed fruit right before you took a bite.
(Jeremy): So, did you see my message? I put it out there on the way over, I just needed to get it out there. There are parts of this business I'm still getting used to, I'm not the forgiving type but this thing with William....after Havoc I think it's time to ease up a bit. I hope I'm not wrong about it. Fool me twice and all that...ya know?
Matt nods, sitting up and wiping his under arms and his front with a towel from his gym bag.
(Matt): Sure enough, I saw it, so I did. I mean we all saw what Fallen did to him. And his kids seem like they’ve got their heads on straight so they do, except maybe Rain…she’s got this whole Wednesday Addams vibe going on so she does.
He takes a moment to take a gulp from his sports drink.
(Matt): Look… I know why you did what you did at Havo, against Maniac sure. But I need you to know I’m not going to give up on this final match with him, I want you to know that and I know you care and it’s sweet you do, so it is. But this is the final one I promise.
(Jeremy): Nothing gets past you does it? Look, I'm sorry...I wasn't exactly trying to undermine the match you want, I just...
Jeremy gets down scooting closer to Matt and takes his hand.
(Jeremy): What you did at Art of War, what you went through. You've got some burns and scars still healing from that and you want to add to it. For fuk sake you're not even 30...what are you trying to do look like Sabu? I just want you to be alright, ever since this...since us....I.....I don't want to see you hurt.
Matt sighs resting his head on Jeremy’s shoulder.
(Matt): Jay, you know I’m not a crazed death match wrestler. I mean before Art of War, did you ever see so much as a steel chair in my hand? This isn’t some adrenaline-fuelled vice I’m craving. It’s something I have to do for myself. I promise…
Matt looks up, placing his hand on Jeremy’s cheek and stroking it with his thumb.
(Matt): … this is the last extreme match I’ll participate in, so it is!
(Jeremy): Don't promise me that. I don't want you making promises you can't keep. When the next assholes comes along and gets under your skin, I doubt a slap on the wrist is gonna do. I know where we are, and what we do, but damnit it Matt...
Jeremy looks up at Matt, into his eyes, those lips, the depth of his eyes were like looking into a constellation.
(Jeremy): I get it, I know what it feels like to be pushed. Maniac pushed my buttons at Havoc and I lost it. But you're everything I ever wanted Matt, I mean your accent alone drives me wild. What if he hits your throat and damages your vocal cords and I can't hear it anymore.
Jeremy smiles trying to lighten the mood a bit, joking to hide his unease about this proposed match.
(Jeremy): You mean the world to me, I'm half the wrestler you are, but I'd do anything to protect you.
Matt can’t help but smile at Jeremy’s romanticism.
(Matt): You know how I feel about you too, so I do, Jer but you also know I can’t step away from this match. I’ve made my peace with the pain and punishment I’m going to go through but once I’m done, I’m done! This isn’t some false promise. No more thumbtacks, no more fire, barbed wire! You mean far too much to me too for me to put myself through this unless it’s necessary!
(Jeremy): "Unless its necessary"...see you're already making modifications.
Jeremy smiles as Matt's face turns red.
(Jeremy): I know something you can promise me. Promise me that when its over, you'll let me take care of you. We'll get you bandaged up and god know what else, and we'll get away, go away...a little vacation. I don't think they'll miss us for a week, they can manage. No emails, no promos, no check-ins...just you and me!
The pinging sound of phones at various close intervals is heard around the academy. Jeremy and Matt's phone go off, but Jeremy has his handy and takes a look. He can't help but take a deep breath in and out of his nose, then points the phone to Matt. Not only had the news just broke that this Deathmatch had been signed, but the card for Havoc had been set as well. Jeremy searched Matt's eyes for a reaction. They momentarily flicker but not with excitement, but resignation.
(Matt): Well, no going back now. Tell you what, I do this match and I promise to do anything you want, so I do. Vacation, R&R, the works. Anywhere you want, just you…
Matt leans and nibbles on Jeremy’s earlobe, whispering into his ear.
(Matt): and…
He kisses his neck.
(Matt): …me.
F*cking hell, he knew how to get him. He was like Play-Doh right now, Matt could mold him into just about anything. His arousal was definitely coming on strong and very aware of himself he tried to cover up.
(Jeremy): There's people in here...you're about to make me look like a camping tent down here.
Matt knew it too and sneakily felt his way downstairs through Jeremy’s pants and grinned. He pulls Jeremy up to his feet and looked to the left.
(Matt): Are you forgetting about the trainers’ showers?
Matt pulls Jeremy towards him by the waistband of his pants and begins to walk backwards towards the door where there is a sign above it reading “Private - Staff Only”.
(Matt): And technically, I’m a trainer…
Once more Jeremy looked around, like he was stealing from something from a store and expecting to be seen. At first he was apprehensive about being with Matt because he for all he first knew he was straight and in fact had never been with another guy before. He didn't want to be his experiment and they separated for him to go back to chicks or even worse on to a guy he thought better suited, but...Matt surprised him. He was probably the most sexual creature he knew, and he took to Jeremy like a beached whale getting back to sea.
Jeremy was a somewhat private and reserved person to say the least and Matt's full blown dive into their relationship truly caught him off guard, it was not the slow ascent he anticipated. He had never been to this trainers’ area before. It looked like a spa at a Four Seasons or some other fancy hotel, and it was definitely private. There was no holding back now, his underwear had become so tight now they hurt, and he pulled Matt in for a kiss.
(Jeremy): Damn you!
Matt grins and raises his eyebrows up and down as he and Jeremy disappear into the trainers’ area, undoing Jeremy’s pants at the same time, releasing his tightness from its confines.
(Matt): Exactly what I had in mind, so I did!
Jeremy began flinging his clothes off as if he were on fire, all the while his lips locked on Matt's as he did the same. Finally their bodies pressed together and it felt amazing. Matt had a gorgeous body. His abs were chiseled, his arms toned, and minus the still disappearing remnants of Art of War he was perfection in his eyes. He cupped his ass with a firm grip and pulled him even closer as they grinded up against one another. Even his moans had a slight accent to them which drove Jeremy wild. It was so f*cking sexy to him. He reached down cupping him, stroking him, feeling Matt's fullness in his hands still after these weeks in a bit of disbelief that this was all real.
(Jeremy): Are you....sure......no one is..….coming in here?
He asked in exasperated breaths. Matt’s breaths were labored now too.
(Matt): Trust me… not even… Sensei…uses this room…it’s…just…you and me…
He groaned, feeling Jeremy’s hands wrapped around him and bit his lip before burying his face in Jeremy’s neck, tracing the lines and contours with his tongue down to his bare chest.
Jeremy pulled him towards one of the padded benches and guided Matt down onto it. Matt was just lifting his head back up when Jeremy's plunged down into his groin. He was sweaty from his workout, but it was a tantalizing smell and he tasted amazing. He didn't care, he was insatiable at this point and sucked on him with absolute vigor, breaking just a moment for a breath of air in his haste. Matt’s back arched in pleasure, one of his hands gripping the bench like his life depended on it and the other instinctively grabbing onto the top of Jeremy’s head, running his fingers through his hair. His moans seem to drive Jeremy on. Matt had never felt anything like this before and Jeremy’s mouth, his tongue devouring him was driving him to the brink.
(Matt): Jer…f*ck…I’m close…I’m sorry!
He lay back on the bench this time and brought his free hand up, biting down on his hand to stifle his loud, primal moan of ecstasy. Matt sits up and one fell movement, spins Jeremy around so that he’s on top of him and smiles.
(Matt): Your turn!
Matt’s head disappears out of sight beneath Jeremy’s waistline as the scene fades to black.
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