that's cute, that you think I care.

He agreed to not play dirty.  He was keeping his word, despite how hard it was. The two where going at it in the ring, neither of them letting their guard down. Jaw tight as he moved towards Thomas. The moment he did, the other had grabbed him, tightly.  His arms wrapped around him, grip not nearly as tight as he took the lead.  This wasn't the first time they had fought like this in the ring.  They had done this plenty of times. This was just the first time they had a bet going. "Come on, come and get me" smirking at him, as he shoved him hard off of him and moved around him.

They'd been going at it for a little while now, he'd promised that he'd play fair, and so far he's kept his word. Thomas would weave around him, dodging, throwing out his own moves. It was like a dance, once that Tom had planned on wining, this time he was going to. No more just saying it, he had to have this happen, he'd put a bet on it. He had Greyson, held him close, and would have kept him there if the other hadn't pushed him away. "Don't rush into your own defeat." He said, hands up, watching him as he moved around him. When he had a chance he acted, reaching out he made his move, throwing a deceptive punch just so Greyson could fall into his trap, being able to pin him into the mat. "You were saying?" He panted.

His back has hit the mat, a low grunt escaping his lips. His hands tried to grab at the other, he couldn’t.  Thomas had him pinned to the ground. Breathing hard, the smirk still plastered against his lips. He wasn’t disappointed in himself, hell the other had given him a good fight.  He hadn’t just let him win.  He had actually beat him. Rightfully so.  “Nothing, nothing. Look at you” looking up at him, as his body squirmed a little. He wasn’t budging and Grey didn’t see an out. He had gotten him, right to the ground. He exhales slowly, “you got me” giving into his defeat.

He'd done it, after who knows how long Thomas had fought him he'd finally had him. It felt good, like he could finally prove his strength to the other. Prove that he was worth having around the gym, this time Greyson fought fair, didn't use his dirty tricks on him. "I did." He said, clear smug amusement as he glanced down at the other. "To top it off you look utterly amazing under me." He smirked, deciding to keep him pinned down for a little bit longer. To soak up this victory while he had the opportunity cause he knew that this wasn't going to last forever. Greyson would get him back for this in time, but for now he wasn't going to worry about it.

He easily lifted his hips up into the other.  He wouldn’t admit how hot it appeared at the moment. Tom atop him as he hs him pinned against the mat.  After so many fights, the other male had finally got him to the ground. Pinning his body against him.  He knew the other had it in him. He had made sure to not mess around him, or trick him.  Usually he would mess with him, get him pinned to the ground first.  “Just enjoy it this time around” leaning up. As he leaned up his teeth tugged at his bottom lip, as his body lifted up into him again. They weren’t fighting anymore, they didn’t need to rush off somewhere else. He could tug at his teeth and  pull him closer.  As much as he wanted to grab his hair right now, he’d just wait.

He needed to focus on something other than the way his hips moved up into him. Being this close to him was dangerous, especially as he rode the adrenaline high that coursed through his veins. Fuck, he thought, he would make it so that Greyson could move, no longer pining him into the mat. "Greyson..." he breathed his name, it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore his own desire here. Then he'd move again, this time Tom had to bite hard into his cheek to keep himself from making a noise. It took all of his will to move off of him, as much as he wanted to be fucked into the mat he wanted to enjoy this win, and that meant doing this. Without thinking more on it he stood up, moving himself away from Greyson. "I won, you know what that means? You've got to pay up on that bet."

He searched his features. Hearing the way he breathed out his name.  He noticed just how hard it was for him to pull himself away.  Pulling his hands back, freeing himself from him.  He was no longer pinned to the ground.   He leaned up slowly watching as Thomas moved away from him. His gaze stayed on him. “You alright?” Brows raised, smirk forming again. He jumped up onto the mat, fingers running through his sweaty hair. He didn’t forget about their bet. Eyes rolled, “remind me what we agreed on?”

He'd turn away from him as he neared the edge of the mat concealing his eye roll. "I'm more than alright." He said, turning to face him with a smirk settling back onto his lips. His arms will loosely cross over his chest as he watched him closely. "You get to be my bitch for the week. Remember now?" He said as he closed the distance between them. "I might have already gotten things ready for this." He was feeling particularly cocktails now, wondering just how well he'd handle being at his beck and call whenever he wanted him. "First up, go and get me my water bottle from over there." He waves over to where he'd left it across the room.

He stood there for a moment, making sure he was serious. He opened his mouth, closing it quickly.  He had agreed to it. They all but shook on it. He wouldn’t take it back, even though he knew he could. He could end up playing dirty now. He wouldn’t. He shakes his head before moving to the edge of the ring. He slides underneath the ropes, hoping down as he moves to where his water sits. He grabs the bottle before moving back to the ring. He tossed it to him, “you want me to call you sirtoo?” smirking at him, as he leans there. “I remember, but I also remember that I get to get you back after all of this”

This was their agreement from the texting they'd done the night before. He'd remembered it because for some reason he thought it was going to be a blast. It's not often he has someone around to clean the rather large house he'd been given, nor was he the type to really do it himself. "Hm, you know? Yeah, do it, just to annoy you a little more." He smirked, not that he cared much either way, he got no real satisfaction from the term itself. He just wanted to rub it into Greyson that he'd won. "Is that so, huh? I don't remember agreeing to that."

”You know damn well I am not calling you sir” staring at him from across the ring. There was no way in hell he would be doing that. He hated it when others called him it.  Not always, but most of the time. “So you better come up with something else” leaning his arms on the rope as he relaxed his body a little bit. This whole thing was ridiculous. He knew that after this week was over, he’d have his way with the other. Thomas had it coming to him, deserved it even.  “I should of never listened to your bad ideas” shaking his head as he finally pushed himself off the ropes. He moved to the punching bag, hitting it as it spun.  He was still a little hyped up after their little match in the ring. He needed to find some way to let it out. Get a few good hits in before he headed to the shower

He'd frown, though it came to no surprise that he wouldn't call him that. He had some sort of issue with the term even though most dominants expected it. At least all the ones he's known so far, aside from Greyson, he was an odd duck. At least he was a particularly gorgeous one. "Fine, just stick wit Tom." He said, it didn't have the same ring to it, but he wasn't going to be uptight about this. "This supposed bad idea has turned out to be a great one." He chuckles as he moved under the rope to get to the other side of the ring, with his bottle in hand. "Also, you and I did make that bet to not sleep with anyone this week." He said as he came up to where he was beating up the bag. "I could make this whole thing more interesting, if you're interested."

He shook his head, “Tommy it is” hitting the bag once more, before he catches it with his hands. He leans on it, staring right at him. He had to be kidding him. It had to be a fucking joke. “Excuse me?” looking right at him, gaze locked. “Your really at standing there right now, forbidding me from have sex?” He pushes off the bag, letting it sway as he steps right in front of him, close. “How are you going to make it interesting? You going to tell me that I can only fuck you?” eyes rolling, as he closes the space between the two of them, “I could make it more interesting, and drag your ass to the shower with me” brows raised, as he keeps his gaze locked on his. He had no idea what he meant by that.

That didn't come as much of a surprise to him for Greyson to pick that particular name. It would still cause him to roll his eyes though, "Yep." He said, as cocky as ever, enjoying the way he was reacting to this even though it also meant him to. "You know, I hadn't thought about that." He says, his head tilting to the side just so as he thought about it. That would be interesting, but maybe not as interesting as him not doing anything with anyone for a week. Now he was standing close to him, too close, with an ultimatum. "Oh? What would you do to me if you did?"

“Oh?” mocking him quietly, “I think you could use your imagination” eyes rolling again, as he steps back from him slightly. He doesn’t waste any time as he lifts his arms tugging his white tank over his head. “Or you could stand there and just watch, since you’re bet goes against exactly what I’m thinking right now” he holds onto his shirt as he begins to slowly back up. Walking backwards towards the locker room. “Maybe I’ll suck your dick before pinning you to the wall” shrugging easily as his fingers begin to slowly tug his sweats down.

This was playing dirty, there wasn't a rule against it, but he hated it all the same. Now he was taking off his shirt as he walked away from him, towards where the locker room was. He watched him while he walked with a mix of annoyance and interest. "Bloody hell." He'd curse, his hand moving through his sweat damp hair, the things he was thinking about right then, knowing Greyson would be all too happy to do them. "This is playing dirty, arsehole." He says, but follows him regardless, cursing his lack of strength against the other. "I just happen to need a shower too, nothing to do with what you just said." He grumbled as he began to take off his own clothes the moment he got into the room.

His smirk widened as he watched the other follow. His shirt coming off as Grey stepped out of his sweats, leaving them at the door of the locker room, “I am dirty, what are you going to do about it?” brows raised, “nothing” he knew he wouldn’t do anything about it. It didn’t stop Grey him turning  and flashing him his ass as he moved into the showers. Turning the shower on, he turned to slowly step out of his boxers, “Nothing to do with what I just said” stopping the remove of his boxers, as he waited for the other to step into the shower with him.

He wanted to punch him in the face, that was what he wanted to do about it, he begrudgingly refrained from doing so. He'd strip the rest of his clothes off until he got to his boxers, his eyes following Greyson as he put on a very obvious show for him. Eyes rolled as he diverted his gaze to work on removing his own boxers. He'd wait a moment while the other got into the showers, got things settled for himself before following suit. He'd step into the shower before tuning on his own water. "Sure, sure. Nothing at all." He said, stepping under the spray of the water. He was going to do his best to ignore him, and how hot he looked wet.

He knew the other was bullshitting him. Playing hard to get. He knew him to well sometimes, to well.  He slid his fingers through his hair as he stepped backwards into his shower. Letting his body get wet with the warm water.  It would relax his muscles, relax him.  He kept his gaze locked on the other. Just giving him time to do the same.  Act like he was paying him no mind.  He took his time, turning in the water slowly.  “Sure, nothing at all” tone low.  He shook his head, as he moved from the spray of his water and stepped right behind Thomas.  His hands slid along his hips slowly, roughly.  His body pressing into his back side as he let his teeth press into the skin at the back of his neck, “I’m sure you’re not thinking of my mouth around your cock right now either, sir” quiet tone, for his ears only.  There was no way he’d say it out loud.  Just here, between the two of them.  Just to show the other that he could keep his word since he had lost.

He was going to do his best to ignore him, just focus on showering, let the water roll over him with zero care. Easier said than done, especially when he felt the other behind him, then on him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thought, the teeth digging into his skin had him biting his own lip hard to keep himself from moaning. "Greyson..." He breathed finding that he'd placed his hand on to the wall in front of him to keep himself steady. "Shite." He cursed, the thought of him with his cock in his mouth was something he didn't realize he wanted to see so badly. "You cheating arsehole." He mumbled, pressing himself back against the other, unable to fight him off as much as his head wanted to. His mind spinning as his desire for him took over; he'd want him all over him, in him, everything.

His fingers dug into his hips, his body pressing into his back side. Cock pressed into the outline of his ass, “hmm?” teeth dragging along the back of his neck. Visible teeth marks left along his skin.  He could just shove him into the wall, bend him over easily. Fuck him right into the shower wall.  Instead he let his tongue trace the mark he had left, fresh.  Hands shoving his hips forward till he was slowly turning his body around. Fingers pressed into his chest as he pushed him into the wall. His back being pressed into the wall as he didn’t hesitate to get on his knees for the other.  He bent down, looking up at Thomas the whole time. Knees pressing into the flooring of the shower. This would be the first time Greyson would get on his knees for someone. Not that he would admit it. The smug bastard didn’t need to know. It didn’t stop him from smirking up at the other male, fingers wrapping around his cock as he licked the tip eagerly. His mouth replace his hand as he hallowed out his cheeks taking him all the way into his mouth.  His eyes stayed on the other above him, never breaking the eye contact.

He'd let out a very breathy sigh as those teeth dug into his skin only to be followed by his tongue dancing over the marks he was sure he made. He'd bite into his lower lip as those hands moved over his body down to his hips where he directed him to turn around. That he did without problem turning until he was facing the other completely, his back hitting the wall of the shower behind him. He watched him curiously as he went to his knees, his heart beating faster as the seconds ticked on, his eyes glued onto the others. He'd suck in air as the tongue made contact with the sensitive head, causing him to let his head fall backwards, hitting the wall behind him with a silent thud. He'd groan as he took him into his mouth, working his cock eagerly, leaving Thomas breathless and moaning. "Shite." He'd moan, his hand finding it's way into Greyson's hair.

He kept his eyes on the other. His tongue swirling down his shaft as he pulled off with a quiet pop, smirk full on his lips. He didn't hesitate as he took him quickly back into his mouth right to his throat.  He had no issues with it.  He had a pretty good gag reflex. He just needed to get used to the length in his mouth.  His teeth grazed the tip, as he started to slowly bob his head up and down.  His eyes rolled slightly as Tom ran his fingers through his hair.  Grey's hands gripped onto his thighs, nailed digging into the skin as he continued his pace.  He wasn't going to stop till the other was coming hard in his mouth.

Another groan came from deep within his chest as his fingers dug into the others hair. It felt amazing the way he worked his mouth on him, had him wondering for a moment if there was something he wasn't good at. He had his eyes closed for a moment, but he'd open them to watch him as he worked. The more as time went on the closer he was getting to his release, the buildup within was all consuming. He was very close, the nails digging into his skin was an added bonus, he'd grunt at the small amount of pain he'd gotten from it. "Grey..." He'd moan, his other had would find the knob of the shower, and he'd hold onto it tightly. "Close..." he breathed, a few more moments pass before he'd coming with a might too loud groan.

The pace picked up a bit, letting his cock brush against the back of his throat for added pressure. He continued to take him further down. Feeling just how tight he was getting at each thrust. He knew he was close; he could taste the precum in his throat. His nails digging further down into his skin. Letting his fingers spread along the back of his ass. His gaze kept on his as he heard the way the other said his name. Smirk tugging at his lips. He groaned out when the other finally came, not hesitating as he began to swallow him down. He didn’t pull off till the other was completely finished. Licking at his lips as he slowly stood up. His hand curled into Tom’s wet hair, tugging it roughly. Tugging him forward as he pressed his lips to his and kissed him, hard.

It explained so much. The constant whining, and bitching Tom had been spreading around the gym. He wasn’t all surprised, but he knew the male wasn’t going to outright ask for anything. Especially sober. Shoving the key into the lock, he was thankful enough the ass had locked the gym. Catching sight of the empty bottles on the ring, he rolled his eyes as he moved into the office. Dropping his keys loudly on the desk to notify him that he was here, “So you do listen when need something” stopping at his chair before turning it around so the other could face him, “I kind of like you like this a little to much”

Pushing down his biological need had been something he'd always done, and he knew what he was getting himself into when he made that choice. If he'd been sober things would have gone as they had, he'd have figured out something to deal with the side effects of his choice. Not this time, he was drunk and let slip of his current condition to his boss, of all people. He'd done what he was told and left his little spot in the ring to sit in the chair as he was told, spinning around until the other actual showed up. He didn't stop until he was forced to, "Like what? Needy for you?" He said, not entirely amused by this, nor that he was, indeed, needing him now.

“Just needy” smirk forming along his lips. He leaned over the chair, his fingers tightening on either side of the chair, “admitting you need something from me” loosening his hand before gripping his chin, “you where going to get on your knees weren’t you?” tone low, as his hand gripped his chin hard, tugging him closer to him. “Get out of my chair” tone firm, as he stared him down for a moment. He could slid right out underneath him, and let them them change positions, “while you’re doing that, take off your shirt. You reek of my good stuff” making a slight face, though that wouldn’t be a huge bother. Just gave him an excuse to have the other undress as he slid into his chair, waiting for him to do what he asked.

He sat back in the chair unable to go anywhere else because of it Greyson could very easily get into his space. He had to keep himself from biting his lip, he didn't want to give the other the satisfaction that he was having any sort of effect on him. If he'd been more sober he would have a better handle on this, but since he wasn't he couldn't help the way his breathing came out more shaky. Fuck, he thought, already losing before they even got started. "I hate you." He said with zero amount of malice or the supposed hate he didn't actually have. Greyson gave him an order, a simple one, and Thomas found himself obeying it with very little fight. Fuck, fuck, he thought as he slid off of the chair with a huff, a pout on his lips. "Do I? Surprised you had anything decent." He'd say, pulling over the tank top he'd been wearing over his head and tossing it onto the floor.

He couldn’t help the eye roll, again. He had all but begged for him to show up. Hate was a strong word, he knew that wasn’t how Tom really felt. They wouldn’t of worked with each other for so long, if so. “Shut up” reaching forward and gabbing him by his sweats. “You wanted me here, just as much as I wanted you on your knees” tugging him down torwards him, his other hand gripping his chin, “You suddenly all talk?” making him look at him, as he loosened his grip on pants. His free hand dragged slowly up his abdomen, nails sliding along his taunt skin. “You owe me a whole liquor store, don’t forget” his fingernails traveled along his side and around and over his back, leaving little marks along his skin, “On your knees” allowing him to do that himself, as he undid his jeans slowly.  Easily leaning back into the chair as his hand abandoned his skin and ran roughly through his hair. “Be a good boy” smirk appearing back on his lips.

As much as his mouth spouted off his body was doing its own thing, following orders like the good submissive he could have been. His mouth was doing the fighting while his body gave in. "Shut up." He found himself saying, although he was right, he knew this that's why he had asked him to come here. He needed him, wanted, even. He was forced to look at him all the while his other moved down his bare chest, slowly leaving Tom with his heart beating heavily against his chest. "We'll... see." He said breathlessly, unable to hide the soft moan that he managed to drag out of him, god did he love the way his nails felt against his skin. On your knees, he followed it, falling to his knees in front of him, the little nickname had him glaring up at him.

He knew he couldn’t help himself, despite how much the submissive part of him needed this, wanted this. His lips kept spewing off comments, which only encouraged him him to be rougher. His fingers tightened in his hair, as he tugged him further down, “your reactions say otherwise, boy” knowing how much he didn’t like that. All the more reason to use it, frequently. “Do you need help with where you mouth should go?” his other hand undoing his zipper slow as he had no issue freeing himself from the confines of his tight jeans.

As soon as he'd freed his member, Tom moved himself closer, a hand wrapping itself around him. With a lick of his lips he brought his mouth down, wrapping around the tip at first. His tongue would dart teasingly across the top, swirling around before he swallowed even more of him into his mouth. He went as far as he was allowing himself his tongue moving along his length as he worked to make him hard. Using the hand that was wrapped around the base, too, working him in tandem with his mouth.

His fingers tug roughly through his hair as nails scratch along his scalp. A lift of his hips slightly, shoving Tom’s head further down his cock. Encouraging his mouth to take him to the throat.  Nothing about it is soft, while he bites his bottom lip watching the other take more of him into his mouth. His other hand slides along the side of his fence as his thumb outlines his jaw, “Good boy” lips pulling into a smirk, as he leans into his chair enjoying the sight of him on his knees a little to much.

He'd groan as he took in more of him, his hands would move to rest on Greyson's thighs. Fingers dug into his leg the moment he felt him hit the back of his throat. He sat there for a moment, his girth almost too much for him to take. He wouldn't admit it openly, but he thoroughly love being used like this. It made him feel good as he struggled and choked around his cock. He'd swallow, and the moment Greyson loosened his hold on his hair he pushed himself up a little. Enough that it wasn't hitting his throat, another moan muffled as he sucked.

Feeling just how difficult it was for the other to take him to the throat. He loosened his grip in his hair, allowing the other to move his head at will. He didn’t stop his nails from scraping along his scalp, rocking his hips.. slow. He didn’t want to do all the work, he knew Thomas was capable. The guy had dropped to his knees, easily. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, listening to the other moan. He liked it a little to much, listening  to the other moan while on his knees for him. Almost enough to send him eyes rolling back with a smirk on his lips.  His thumb continued to trace along “you’re doing so so good” tone low, hand pushing to the back of his neck as he gripped it tightly, nails pushing into skin. He wanted to thread his nails down his back, and mark him.  He’d wait, focused on how good his mouth was, how close he was. His own breath hitching in his throat, his head laying back, eyes still on the other.

The words of affirmation only served to make him feel like the good submissive he fought so hard to be. Deep down he knew he'd thrive off of those words the more he did, and thus why he continued doing what he was doing. Aiming to please the dominant as much as he could in his current position. His tongue swirling around him as he bobbed his head, making sure to suck as he went along. He'd moan around him as he felt the nails digging into his back, marking him as Greyson's, for the time being. He wanted more of that, he wanted Greyson to make him hurt, just like he had just moments before, gagging on his cock as it hit the back of his throat. It drove him to continue, to seek out what he wants so badly from Greyson, to hear him speak of him as a good boy, even if he often played as though he hated it.

He couldn’t help himself. Nails digging into the back of his neck, as the other sent vibrations down his cock as he moaned.  His head falls back,  hips meeting every bob of his head.  He was so close. He had no time to ask the other if he would be able to take him all. Thomas was a good boy, he’d handle it.   His nails dragged up his neck, till he was tugging at his hair.  Roughly.  His hips lifted himself off his chair as he shoved his cock as rough as he could against the back of his throat.  The pressure enough to make him come. His entire body shook as he held onto the top of his head.  Fingers tight. His moan quiet, teeth digging hard into his bottom lip. “Fuck” breathing out,  free hand allowing his thumb to wipe along his bottom lip as he tugs him slowly off,  “what a good boy” looking down a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.   He brings his thumb to his lips, licking himself off his finger slowly. His knee teasingly presses itself between his legs. Nudging his length right against his pants. “Do you think you deserve something in return?”

The sudden uptick in his roughness only turned Tom on more. He felt it between his own legs, leaking and in dire need of attention. Not yet, not until Greyson used him like he wanted, like what Thomas wanted. To be a good boy and used thoroughly, and he got that when Greyson bucked up into his mouth. Pushing all of him into Tom's mouth, he'd gag around him but he didn't care. He'd take all of him and what came after, it hitting the back of his throat forcing its way down.  Greysom slowly allowed him to release his spent cock out of his used mouth, leaving kneeling there panting and aroused. He had to keep himself from whining the moment the knee touched him, the first time since they started. He did moan a little, trying not to lean into his knee that pressed into him. "Yes..." He said, voice breaking a bit as his throat still felt sore. "Please, Greyson, I've been a good boy." He'd say, his accent thick with need and want.

His thumb slowly dragged along his chin. His other hand letting his fingers slowly dig through his hair again. “And what do you think you deserve in return, hm?” knee rubbing against him, letting it lift slightly as he dug his knee right against him.  Feeling just how hard he was.  He knew just how much the other wanted in return.  The way he whined when he talked, voice hoarse.  He dragged his thumb along his lips, “what do you want?” knee continuing to rub into him. “Beg for it, Tommy, beg”

The pressure the knee was causing had him moaning again, his brown eyes looking up at the other, deep with silent begging. He wanted Greyson to touch him, his hands or mouth, he didn't care. He wanted him to bring him to the edge, and tip him over it. "Damnit, anything, your hand, mouth..." He said, leaning into the knee some more, trying to bring some sort of relief to his ache. His rubbing wasn't enough, it was slow and aimed to tease him into submission. "Please, Greyson, I want your hand around my cock. Please, I want you to make me come. Please, Grey."

& the rest was headcanoned..

grey had a few moments of his fun.

left some bite marks along his thighs