Still feeling put by what had happened throughout his match, Matt Miller was like a bear with a sore head in his locker room. He had changed out of his ring gear, standing shirtless in just his jeans and angrily shoved his wrestling trunks and boots into his gym bag, throwing in a Scentsy scent circle with authority on the back of it. To bookend his frustration, he shoved his hands angrily into the metal lockers, shaking them on their foundations, creating a clattering sound.
(Matt): Ugh, an utter bellend, so he is!
Jeremy, who was with him, already changed from his match earlier, comes up behind Matt, wrapping his arms around his chiseled torso.
(Jeremy): You can't let him get to you; he can be a bit of a prick but what are we gonna do Matt? He’s entitled to his stupid comments and opinions.
Jeremy sighs...
(Jeremy): I don't know...what you see is what you get with the guy I guess. In the ring he's a fierce competitor and outside he hasn't always seemed to have the highest opinion or respect for people. Remember when he pissed me off talking about all of us from the academy being cookie cutter wrestlers or some crap he was saying?
Matt couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Jeremy reminded him of Stu-E’s classless comments a few months back. He released another guttural exhalation emphasising his frustration.
(Matt): See? It’s crap like that, that pisses me off to no end, so it does! He acts like he’s cut from a different cloth, that he’s old school but sneers at the work Butch and Sensei did to build the academy to what it is today and then laughs when people get pissed off, mocking them like a pathetic troll.
Matt sighs again.
(Matt): And bumping his gums when I started our match off quick like I did? Like what? Ye think I’m going to be that predictable by doing a collar-and-elbow tie-up to start every match like some predictable 90s cliché? F*ck off!
(Jeremy): He's a hard one to gauge, on one hand he'd be in line for like Father of the Year award or something, and on the other he can come off like a stuck up veteran, putting us down like you said because "old school" his way was the better way. For the record, I thought you started the match off brilliantly. You went for the win, what else could he expect?
Jeremy tosses Matt his shirt to put on and grabs his bag to finish packing his things up for him.
(Jeremy): I'd say we could talk to him later, but I don't know. He didn't seem to backstep on any comments he's made before. I'd just hate for another veteran to be added to the enemy list, we've had enough of that shit.
Matt pulls on his shirt and then he pulls his phone up after he gets a text notification. After he reads whatever message he’s received, an exasperated smile crosses his face.
(Matt): Sean’s just texted me. Look at this…
Matt hands his phone to Jeremy.
(Matt): Tweeting about me, knowing I’m not on social media, like a high school girl. Expecting me to apologize?
He shakes his head again in frustration before throwing up his hand in a dismissing gesture.
(Matt): Can we get out of here, please?
Jeremy grabs Matt's bag and flings it over his shoulder. He already has his luggage and they head out the locker room door. Matt takes Jeremy's free hand and inside he smiles. It was nice to feel wanted, needed....maybe he was the constant that Matt could turn to regardless of his mood...in this case frustration. He squeezed his hand as they headed down the hall.
(Jeremy): He can't seriously think anybody owes him some fuking apology? Did Sean say anything else?
Jeremy just shakes his head. Stu-E had some nerve to suggest he's owed anything.
(Jeremy): And what if there is no rematch, or gets no apology...is that supposed to be some kind of threat? You know what? Screw it...we're getting out of here, we can sort this out later. We're in the 619...Rey Mysterio country...I'm sure San Diego knows how to treat two superstars such as ourselves. What do you say babe? What do you want to do?
(Matt): Honestly? Can we just go back to the hotel, order pizza and watch a movie? I don’t feel like being a people person tonight, so I don’t. Can I just be a you person?
Jeremy turns to Matt. He's just about boiling over with frustration and he can tell that his boyfriend really isn't in the mood for a night on the town, and he didn't mind one bit going back to the hotel and ordering in.
(Jeremy): I'm sure I can handle being a you a person. Come on, get in...I'll drive.
They're at their rental car and Jeremy pops the trunk to toss their bags in and shoves luggage in the back seat. As he's heading over to the driver's side he spots Mandy Banks in the corner of his in the distance waving at him to wait. He pretends he doesn't see her as he rushes inside.
(Jeremy): Let's get out of here before Mandy catches up for some Youtube exclusive. I think you've had enough chatter for one evening.
Jeremy starts the car and pulls out of the garage into the Sand Diego night. He reaches over and takes Matt's hand again.
Around half an hour later, Jeremy and Matt are back in the comfy confines of their four star hotel in San Diego. A large pizza box with just the odd crust leftover sits on the bed and Matt is lying on the bed in just a pair of jogging bottoms, his head leaning back against the headboard as he stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts.
This Stu-E situation was really eating at Matt, and Jeremy felt bad that after months of having Maniac on his back the peace of mind he'd hoped Matt would have is quite the opposite still. He grabs him by the hand and pulls him up from the bed.
(Jeremy): Come on...I know just the trick.
He doesn't even inquire or resist as Matt easily pulls him up and escorts him to the bathroom. They had got a suite so the bathroom was a pretty decent size with a walk-in shower and seating area carved out on the inside.
(Jeremy): Go on, get 'em off.
He points at Matt's pants and he obeys as Jeremy grabs his toiletry bag and pulls out a shower bomb.
(Jeremy): And don't give me that look...it's not some girly thing. Aromatherapy is an ancient therapeutic practice.
Jeremy slaps him on his ass that jiggles a bit as he opens the glass shower door and steps inside. The steam is nice and hot, a good contrast to the slightly chilly temperature of the room. Jeremy undresses quickly and steps in with Matt. The rain shower head drops down on them, their hair wetting instantly and matting to their heads. The smell Vanilla and Lavender waft up from the Shower Bomb and Matt stands there with his head down letting the water cascade over him. Jeremy holds him from behind, that moment of just being together in stillness he felt like they were one. Matt leaned his head back onto Jeremy's shoulder and he knew that he was finally starting to relax. He nudges their heads together before he begins to nibble at Matt's ear, then transitions down to his neck and lays in with firmer but delicate bites.
Matt’s breath hitches at the feeling of Jeremy’s playful bites at his neck and he could steadily feel himself relaxing, his shoulders loosening but downstairs was anything but. He reached up behind him, running his hands through Jeremy’s hair, pulling him closer to him, feeling him rubbing against him and he loved the feeling against his bare skin. The smells of the lavender, the vanilla, the water on them and Jeremy up against and everything else melted away. He lowered his arm and grabbed Jeremy’s hand gently maneuvering it around to his front, guiding his hand around him.
It was mission accomplished helping to ease Matt's frustration. He didn't deserve the reaction he got from Stu-E, but they'd tackle that later. Jeremy moved Matt close to the wall where he placed his hands as Jeremy massaged shower across his back, lathering his shoulders, his arms, down to his butt, and legs, from front to back and the hot water worked with him washing the thick suds away as he went. He kneeled down behind him planting his face in Matt's plump cheeks, biting them as he gently pulled them apart and planted his tongue between them where it entered him, tasted him and his subtle moan was all he needed to hear as he lapped at him with vigor.
This was all very new to Matt. Jeremy was the first man he’d ever been sexual with and so being exposed, literally, to all these new experiences was a rollercoaster for him. But this was incredible. Feeling Jeremy’s tongue explore him in this way was exhilarating and he couldn’t help but moan, louder and louder as Jeremy’s tongue went to work.
Matt's moans excite him, and he turns him around kissing him passionately for what seems like an eternity. It was one of his favorite things, kissing. It could be gentle and mild or deep and forceful, and as their tongues danced like ripples in water he wanted it to last forever. Matt reached down for him, cupping his manhood in his hands but he gently took his hand away. Tonight was not about him, it was all about Matt and he wanted nothing more to be at his service, his bastion, his savior and champion from all ails. He guides him into the seating alcove of the shower. Matt was pointed full north, hard and throbbing in his perfection as Jeremy took him in his mouth, long tongue stroke down and back up his shaft, slow, deep and delightfully tantalizing. Matt reached up grabbing a handful of Jeremy’s hair like a bridle, his hips swerving in rhythm to Jeremy. After a while he could feel Matt tense, nearing climax, his grip tighter, his moans and breaths intensify into a thrilling burst of absolute joy. The hot water now washed away the remnants of his ecstasy as he yanked Matt forward, kissing him intently.
They turn the shower off, bodies steaming as they step back out into the cool air from the shower and Jeremy takes Matt by the hand pulling him back into the bedroom onto the bed. The blue in his eyes twinkle like an illuminated nebula as he leans back onto the pillow, the white down comforter puffing up around him as Jeremy lays on top of him their wet bodies sliding and grinding into one another as he reaches down between Matt's legs massaging him this time with his finger. He reaches over onto the nightstand into his travel bag retrieving a bottle of Wet Platinum, some going to his finger, the rest to member. He leans into Matt whispering into his ear.
(Jeremy): I love you!
And with a smile he enters him, slowly, short, penetrations of his tip as he gauges Matt's expressions, taking a que on his comfort and ecstasy as he goes deeper. Matt's legs wrap up behind his and they feel like two pieces of clay being molded together as he slides delicately inside him. Matt had never felt anything like this before. It was incredible this sort of feeling had been alien to him up until now. But it was all Jeremy, it was only him. No other person, man nor woman had made him feel like this. He could feel himself panting, his breath quickening and he tried to speak between the labored breaths as Jeremy glided in and out of him.
(Matt): I…love…I love you too…
He pulled Jeremy into another deep, passionate embrace, moaning into his mouth. They kissed once more, Jeremy pulling away only for brief moments to see if Matt was ok. He couldn't hold out much longer, Matt felt too good, too warm, too soft, too much of everything for him to resist. He leaned up just enough to reach down and begin to stroke Matt as he continued to slide in and out of him. Their pace quickened as he writhed beneath him and Jeremy maintained a steady, easy pace and managed a minute or two more before he just couldn't any more.
(Jeremy): F*ck...I'm coming!
He pulled out slowly exploding onto Matt who burst alongside him once more. His own moan loud and unapologetic. It was truly the most intense he'd ever felt. Breathless he lay beside Matt staring into one another's eyes utterly lost in every crevice of his face, every line, every fold, every shade and color. The scent of Vanilla and Lavender seeped into the room from the bathroom still and he couldn't recall a time he ever felt as good as he stroked Matt's face, whispering softly.
(Jeremy): You ok?
Matt could only smile, his breath still slightly laboured, his chest heaving.
(Matt): More than ok.
He pulled him into one last kiss as they nuzzled into one another, grateful to have one another in the moment as the scene fades to black.
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