The mats smell like cleaning products, strong enough that when Kyle's shoulder knocks into it, he's half sure he can taste it wrapping around his mouth guard. His nose crinkles and he coughs a little as Roddy slides his body against his and the two of them look at one another. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Roddy shifts to sit up and Kyle has to silently admit to himself that he's enjoying the little break from the submissions. He shakes his head, spits his mouth guard out into his hand and smiles.

"The mats just kinda smell." He says, rubbing spit into the corner of his jaw. "I'm glad they've been cleaned-" He stops when Roddy's nose wrinkles and he pulls the same disgusted face. "Yeah!" And Kyle can't help the laugh that bites at the last of his words, he nudges a bare foot into the bend of Roddy's leg and slumps against him, swallowing his own slightly racing breath. "So" He hums out softly, head resting just under Roddy's chin and he smiles when his arms wrap around his middle, squeezing him just a little closer.

"So" Roddy hums back and the smile is easy going and soft in his voice, his lips brush against the back of Kyle's head and the two of them relishing in the few quiet moments they have, pinned against one another. The world continues outside of Roddy's strong arms cuddling Kyle close but as he tilts his head back, he studies the way Roddy's eyes flicker around at the people surrounding them. His lips part just a little and Kyle's head tilts as he shoves himself into sitting alone, he studies Roddy's confused face and Kyle shrugs.

"What were ya doing?" He asks, prodding Roddy with pointed toes and he squeals when Roddy catches his ankle and squeezes just a little, the ache grows just a little but soon Roddy's dropped his foot and left it resting in his lap almost as if it's impossible for him to exist without some part of Kyle touching him.

"How far d'ya think we could take this?" Roddy asks, turning his face back to Kyle and he sighs when he tries to read Kyle's blank face. "Us, here!" He waves a hand between them before letting it drop on the middle of Kyle's thigh, he squeezes a little and chuckles when Kyle's eyebrows raise. "You're so slow sometimes." He teases, shifting himself until he's sitting with Kyle's calf pressing against his.

Kyle wraps the other leg around Roddy's hip, tosses his mouthguard over to the side and rolls his eyes. "I'm not slow, you just thought I could read your mind! I'm not magic!" He mumbles and the sarcasm is still buzzing against his lips when Roddy wraps a hand around his middle and pulls him closer, pressing a kiss into his thumping temple. "What was that for?" Kyle whispers, breathing into the crook of Roddy's arm when he presses his face downwards. Roddy pulls his hair, pretending it's caught in the strap of his sports watch and Kyle whimpers just a little into his sweat stained skin.

He swats at him, catches his hand across the curve of Kyle's chest and the two of them chuckle a little. "What do you have in mind?" Kyle says, breathing out against the cotton of Roddy's tank top and he's almost annoyed that the fabric, itchy and black against his face, is closer to Roddy's skin then he is. He lets Roddy move him onto his knees, gives a weak attempt at trying to break out of the submission and soon Roddy's legs are wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him between his calves.

Roddy's hand wraps around the corner of Kyle's shirt and soon the pale fabric is wrapped and squeezed around his fingers, pinching hard enough that Kyle's fingertips tingle against Roddy's chest. He breathes in his smell, lets his head knock up against Roddy's chin and he hears the way his teeth knock together and he pictures the sting opening the veins under his skin because Kyle feels his cock twitch against his knee and Kyle shifts himself slightly, grinds his knee against the bulge until Roddy's grip is wavering, tightening and loosening in time with his racing pulse and under his own skin, Kyle becomes alight with feelings. He presses a quick kiss between Roddy's collarbones and it's soft enough that it conveys so many conversations.

There's the rumble of a crowd around them. Kyle feels the floor pulsing with music under his knees, heavy beats landing against the trembling floor and Kyle shakes with it. He rocks forwards, presses their bodies together and when Roddy tumbles with a thump, Kyle grins against his skin. He flecks his fingers and slides a hand down between their bodies, he sneaks it up Roddy's tank top; strokes the sweaty skin and smiles when eager hands pinch at the fat on Roddy's sides, he squeezes at his chest; grins when he feels Roddy's breath stutter above him and Kyle relishes in the thrill of someone walking past, Roddy nods politely at them and Kyle kicks his knees up, rocks himself forwards so it looks like he's fighting, squirming for life, for breathe. But really he rubs himself against Roddy's thigh, grunting at the flash of lust-filled relief that zaps through his body. It feels like he's been electrocuted, every nerve alight and his brain focused only on Roddy and the way his hard cock twitches and tents in his shorts.

"Well you two look busy, I'll let you get on." The voice above Kyle says and he quickly slides his hand out of Roddy's shirt to wave, using it as an excuse to pull himself out of the submission temporarily.

"Do you think they noticed?" Kyle asks and the low grumble of Roddy's comfort hits Kyle's ears softly. "Okay. You're doing great." He whispers and he sinks down onto his knees, cheeks red and eyes dark and Roddy slumps back into sitting up. He pins Kyle to the mats, presses his knees either side of his face and knocks his hard cock against Kyle's chin.

"So are you" Roddy whispers as he shifts onto his back. They cycle through the same old routine; Klye pretending to fight back until Roddy is back into the cross choke and Kyle's sneaking one hand into Roddy's shorts, rocking their bodies together and Roddy slides his forearm around the back of Kyle's neck and he pulls them both closer and Kyle can't help the way that he drools on Roddy's shirt, there's so much pressure and when the overhead speak starts pounding again, Kyle moans softly against Roddy, wrapping his hand around him slowly. He pumps him once, strokes his sweat stained hand down the full length of Roddy's hard cock and he watches as Roddy's jaw tightens, it's almost enough to have Kyle tapping out against his chest and arguing to go back to the hotel or to scamper away to the changing rooms. Anywhere that isn't thin wrestling mats that smell like cleaning products.

As he settles his hand into a slow pace, pressing his own hard dick down on the back of his heel because he needs some sort of relief, he thinks about tugging Roddy into the nearest toilet, babbling some stupid request out into the air. He says nothing, just breathes out against Roddy's skin and lets him tighten his grip until it makes Kyle's head spin and he's tapping weakly against the curve of his arm and Roddy's arm drops to wrap around Kyle's shirt, loose enough that it doesn't hurt. "Stopping?" Roddy grunts out and by the way that his cock twitches in Kyle's still hand, he's silently hoping that the answer is no.

"No" Kyle says simply and it's so low and rumbled from the bottom of his chest, that it almost takes him by surprise. "I'm just gonna fuck you for real when were back at the hotel." He grumbles and soon his teeth are sinking into any scrap of skin that Kyle's mouth can find and Roddy's entire body is trembling with pressure under him and Kyle presses himself harder against his heel. "Promise." He whispers and he presses a kiss against the side of Roddy's neck, lips swollen and spit staining across the racing pulse that Kyle can feel against his lips.

He squeezes him back, lets Roddy tap out against his shoulder and the submission falls apart and the two of them lay, spent and tired against one another. Kyle's hands splay out against Kyle's wrinkled shirt and he smiles at him softly. Roddy's eyes are big and bright again and Kyle can't help the way that he leans closer to hear the ideas that are sitting on the bottom of Roddy's tongue. "Let me put you in the triangle choke" He whispers and Kyle blinks slowly, glancing down at Roddy. "People won't see that, look at me." And it's so bossy and it sends shockwaves across Kyle's brain and the warmth that floods his body is enough to make him train his eyes on Roddy again.

"There, it's not so hard to listen, is it?" He asks and Kyle shakes his head and like a dog, specially trained he leans his head down against Roddy's thigh and presses a soft kiss against it. He looks up at Roddy through innocent fluttering eyelashes and it's enough to have Roddy's thighs tightening around his neck, his shoulders and Roddy is quick to pull his cock out and squeeze it against his hand. "Open." He whispers and soon Kyle lets the tip slide into his mouth. Roddy barely gives him seconds before his cock slides down his throat and the submission tightens, squeezing Kyle's shoulders together so tightly that he almost feels like he could explode. Roddy's hips twitch slightly and Kyle wraps a leg around his, they're a mess of tangled limbs and racing hearts and sweaty bodies and Kyle feels Roddy's smell clog his brain up.

He breathes in him deeper, flattens his tongue against the base of Roddy's cock as he breathes out his nose. He traces veins with his tongue, claws at the back of his forearm and soon Roddy is spilling into Kyle's mouth and he's moaning, whimpering and grinding down against his thigh. Kyle has no choice but to swallow because Roddy doesn't loosen the submission until Kyle is squirming against him, legs kicking out and Roddy tucks himself politely back into his shorts in one shift movement. Kyle relishes in the calmness between them. He licks his bottom lip and watches as Roddy sits up, sweaty thighs leaving trails when he moves. "Good." Roddy whispers and Kyle looks down at himself, still pathetically hard and aching.

"Put me in a submission and get me off." His voice does not command the way Roddy's does, it shakes and reaches too high in his ears. It sounds pathetic, like he's begging and he watches the smile slide across Roddy's face; all soft and melting his face like butter across warm toast. He kisses Kyle quickly, pulling away when the doors slide open and knock closed again and he nods, stroking a hand through his sweaty hair. "Thank you." Kyle says and he watches Roddy laugh at him, frowning.

"You don't have to thank me Kyle. This was my plan all along." Roddy whispers and Kyle just lets him press their bodies together. It's a messy submission- barely one that Kyle can think to recognise but he lets Roddy wrap his arms around his shaking shoulders and his legs around his middle and he squeezes the two of them close together, tucks his head in between Kyle's collar and jaw and he bites into his pale skin until Kyle can feel a bruise forming and its enough to make him tilt his head against the mats and breathe in slowly.

It almost aches when Roddy pulls his mouth off Kyle's skin to spit in his hand. He whimpers and Roddy whispers praise against Kyle's crumpled shirt. He breathes in slowly and bites his bottom lip hard enough that blood blooms across his front teeth when Roddy wraps a hand around him. Kyle lets Roddy pull him closer, tighten the submission around him until he's spilling over his hand and into his boxers. "Good, good job baby." Roddy whispers and he presses a softer kiss against Kyle's skin.

The submission breaks and Roddy smears a cum stained hand on the underside of the mat. The two of them lay on the floor of the gym for what feels like forever, Roddy half slumped against Kyle as if trying to preserve his modesty. Kyle spits blood out of his mouth into his hand and reaches up to slide his mouth guard closer.

"Round two back at the hotel?" Roddy teases, nudging Kyle with his elbow.

Kyle slides the mouth guard back into his mouth and nods. He much prefers that the mats now smell like him and Roddy, there's a small thrill that floods through his system.

"I'm surprised we didn't get caught." He tells Roddy when they're back at the hotel. Roddy turns to look at him through the fogged up glass of the shower; arms still raised and hands still tangled in his own hair. He studies Kyle's pink face, follows droplets from the shower across his sagging shoulders and Roddy just grins.

"We can get caught if you want, I can always call Cole to come watch."

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