The sun was warm on his face as he lay on the deck, soaking up the rays. Last week had been hell, next week wasn't looking any better, but for now, he was relaxed. Everything was beginning to sink in - he was the world champion, the king of the jungle, the man. And all he wanted to do way lay here, thinking about nothing, and add a few layers of color to his already bronzed skin.

Cool droplets hit his chest and he slowly opened one eye, only to be greeted by the most dazzling smile known to man. Blue eyes crinkled in the sunlight as a glass of lemonade was extended toward him. He took the glass, letting the cool liquid glide down his throat as the blonde sat down, straddling his thighs in the process. He returned the smile, setting the glass on the table next to him before studying his lover's face.

"What are you up to now?" he asked, his deep voice washing over the smaller man, sending shivers up his spine. Soft kisses peppered his cheek before he got a response. "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The question was rhetorical - some scheme was obviously hidden under the mop of blonde waves, and his curiosity was peaked. That sly smile crossed over once again and he chuckled in response.

"C'mon, Chris," he said, hands settling on the hips of his lover. "What's up?" An exasperated sigh forced cool breath across his heated skin before he got what he wanted. "Well…" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the answer. What he got instead was warm lips pressed to his. The plot was forgotten momentarily as his body registered everything - that hot mouth planted on his, deceptively strong thighs gripping his legs, a firm ass pressing against his crotch.

A few minutes of soft grinding against his growing erection almost made him forget…almost. Reluctantly, he pushed the blonde back up to a sitting position, looked deep into his eyes, and said, "Well, what? Just tell me already." His lover gave him another of those smiles, settling back on his thighs before answering. "I thought it might be nice to go out tonight and celebrate," Chris said.

He cocked his head, studying the other man for a moment. "Celebrate?" he asked. "Celebrate what?" Chris traced a line of sweat down his chest with a finger, circling his belly button. "You know," he said, his voice dropping a bit. "The belt, the match, the champ." A kiss landed in the center of his chest before those blue eyes met his again. "Just you." He thought about it for a minute, then smiled at his lover. "Okay," he said, "whatever you want."

The squeal that came from Chris' mouth was deafening. He began to bounce slightly, causing Dave's erection to grow even more. He groaned slightly at the contact, shifting under the blonde to make himself a little more comfortable. With a sly smile, Chris slid down, hooking his fingers in the loose shorts covering his lower body before removing them, exposing Dave's throbbing cock to the warmth of the sun - and his mouth.

Chris' mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon, he thought to himself as his cock hit the back of his lover's throat. It was a quick blowjob - effective, to the point. None of the usual teasing he got, no fanfare. And when he felt his balls tighten before filling his lover's mouth with everything he had, Dave had to smile. He had no idea what was going on in that devious mind, but he had a strange feeling he would love every minute of it.



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When he came out of the bathroom after his shower, Dave found some clothes laid on the bed. He was surprised to see that Chris had picked out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not one of his nice 'party' outfits. He wasn't complaining, though - when he wasn't working, Dave liked to be himself, his real self. And that didn't include Armani suits and silk ties. He dressed quickly, smiling as he wondered if the lack of underwear was intentional or not.

As he came down the stairs, he could hear Chris talking to someone on the phone. He tried to sneak up on him, tried to pick up part of the conversation, but he wasn't very good at sneaking quietly. All he caught were a few whispered words - half an hour, cake, everyone. Chris smiled at him, winked, then said goodbye to whoever was on the other end of the phone. With a big grin, Chris nodded, whistling appreciatively.

Dave chuckled. "I guess wherever we're going doesn't have a strict dress code," he said, indicating his clothes. Chris shook his head. "No," he said. "It's casual tonight." Dave moved closer to him, reaching out to pull Chris close. Their lips met tentatively, bodies molded together as they kissed. The flavor of Chris' kiss was something Dave knew well, and could never get enough of.

Chris smiled against his mouth as he felt Dave's cock stirring under the tightness of his jeans. Slowly, Dave began to grind against him, causing Chris to pull back, one hand resting on his massive chest. "Not now, big boy," he said, smiling. "We have someplace to be and we can't be late." Dave's bottom lip stuck out and Chris shook his head. Usually, he couldn't resist that pout but he had plans and wasn't about to be distracted.

With a reluctant sigh, Dave allowed Chris to lead him outside to the car. Chris climbed into the driver's seat and turned to Dave, smiling. "Just in case I forgot to tell you," he said softly, "I'm really proud of you. And I love you." He was rewarded with an even bigger smile. Dave was still beaming as they pulled onto the street and headed toward town. Chris was taking a series of turns Dave didn't recognize and he studied his lover quizzically.

"Where are we going?" Chris stopped whistling long enough to turn to him. "You'll see when we get there." Dave rolled his eyes as he reached over and flipped on the radio, flooding the car with hard rock. When the song ended, he glance at Chris again. "Are we there yet?" he asked. Chris shook his head. "You'll know when we get there." As the next song started up, they began to sing along.

Five minutes later, Dave looked over. "Are we there yet?" Another shake of the head. "not yet." Dave nodded, looking out the window. "What about now?" Chris sighed, knowing the result of this game, having played it every time they were in the car together. "In a minute," he replied, smiling to himself as Dave glanced at his watch. Sixty seconds passed. "Are we there yet?"

Chris laughed. "You're worse than a child," he said, turning into a half-filled parking lot. Dave took in the surroundings. The cars were mostly rentals, which meant that whoever was here weren't locals. And just where the hell was here anyway? The building in front of him looked abandoned. Chris shut off the engine and turned in the seat, smiling in the darkness. "Hey Dave?" he said, trying to get the big man's attention. When Dave turned toward him, he smiled. "We're here."



Before he had a chance to respond, Chris was out of the car, pulling a bag from the trunk. Dave got out and followed Chris toward the building. "What is this place?" he asked, hurrying to catch up. "You'll see," Chris said. As they approached the building, Dave could hear the muffled sound of music from inside. At the door, Chris knocked three times and the door swung open, revealing a brightly lit room.

Dave looked around, seeing 10 of his friends standing there, drinking, dancing, having a good time. Jay ran over, launching himself at Dave, giving him a huge hug. A few others came over, shaking his hand, patting him on the back. A drink made its way into his hand and he turned to look for Chris. He saw him next to an empty table in the center of the room, talking to Tyson.

Dave excused himself from the group, making his way to his lover. As he approached, the conversation between the two men stopped. Chris looked up at him, his eyes twinkling. Dave put an arm around his shoulders, kissing Chris on the forehead. "What are you guys up to?" he asked, looking over at his best friend. Ty shrugged, smiling. "You'll see." Dave growled playfully as Chris laughed, then said, "or maybe not."

With a magician's slight of hand, Chris pulled the cloth off the table, revealing a bed. There were silk sheets covering it, a fluffy pillow and a black mask. Dave turned to Chris, a look of confusion on his face. Chris placed his hand on Dave's chest, looking up into his deep brown eyes. "I wanted to do something special for you," Chris explained, "something different. You know, a celebration for winning the title, for beating the hell out of Hunter…"

Dave smiled as Chris moved closer to him, his hand slipping down to brush over his cock. "And, just because you're so good to me." Dave closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing, his mind…his body. But when Chris raised up and flicked his tongue over his lips, Dave knew he was a goner. Whatever this man wanted, whatever he needed, Dave would gladly give it to him.

Chris turned Dave so his back was against the bed, pushing him down gently to sit. He wrapped his arms around Dave's neck, kissing him deeply. Nestled between his lover's legs, Chris leaned down and began to whisper in Dave's ear. "I know you have this thing about people watching you," he said as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive lobe, making Dave groan.

"I remember all those nights, all those conversations," Chris continued, his hand rubbing hardening nipples through the thin cotton. "All your fantasies." Dave moaned softly, his cock getting harder by the minute. "And I decided to make them all come true," Chris said, rubbing his cock against Dave's, feeling the heat even through the double layers of denim. "That's why we're here." Chris pulled back, looking at Dave. "Tonight's your night, babe," he whispered.

Dave looked around the room, seeing all his friends watching him. A slow smile crossed his face before he nodded in agreement. "You're the boss, man," he said, giving Chris a quick peck on the lips. "Just tell me what to do." Chris squealed again before turning to the others, giving each one their orders. Dave shook his head, watching the man before him. He reached down, pulling his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor.

When Chris turned back around, he gasped. The sight of that broad chest, all rock solid muscle, always made him hard. Chris walked around behind Dave, climbing onto the bed. He knelt behind Dave, wrapping his arms around his waist, letting his hands caress the smooth skin. His hands moved up, palms rubbing lightly over hard nipples. Dave closed his eyes, leaning back against Chris' solid chest, feeling his erection nudge his lower back.

Chris reached over and picked up the blindfold. "I'm going to cover your eyes," he whispered to Dave, nibbling on his ear. Dave nodded as the cool black satin was placed over his eyes. Chris continued licking and sucking on his ear and neck, and Dave began to breathe heavier. He felt a hand on his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans and he realized - it wasn't Chris.

Chris felt Dave tense up a bit and he whispered to him once again. "Do you trust me?" Dave nodded. "Then just go with it. Enjoy it. Let us take care of you," Chris said. Dave felt himself being pulled to his feet, felt strong hands opening his jeans and pushing them to the floor. Someone guided him back to the bed and Chris told him to lie down. Chris' voice was in his ear again, telling him to relax.

Soft, wet lips began to bathe his chest with tiny kisses as he heard the scrape of a chair being dragged closer to the table. Chris' voice was warm and soothing in his ear. "If you want this to stop," he said softly, "if you aren't having fun, just tell me." Dave nodded blindly. Another mouth had joined the first one on his chest and he was enjoying the feel of both his nipples being teased at the same time.

A finger slid over his lips and he opened them, his mouth filling with sweet, creamy frosting. "We got you a cake," Chris said from somewhere above him. "It's your favorite too - chocolate with that white butter cream you like so much." Dave smiled, licking the frosting off the finger in his mouth. "You want to share your cake with everybody?" Chris asked. Dave nodded, his body jumping as he felt something cool and sticky being placed on his stomach.

He reached down, tentatively touching the object there. Someone had put the cake on him…and now someone was smearing the frosting over his belly. A string hand grasped his wrist, sucking the frosting from his fingers and he groaned loudly. He heard Chris chuckle as he said, "okay guys, the cake is served." A hand dragged through the cake, making its way to his aching cock.

He could feel the crumbs of the cake and the thickness of the frosting as it was rubbed onto the length of his cock - only to be followed by a strong tongue licking it off. Someone spread his legs, placing some of the frosting over his quivering hole. In a matter of minutes, tongues and mouth went to work, gently - and not so gently - removing the cake from his body. Dave cried out in pleasure as he felt the frosting being licked from his ass and cock.

Teeth nibbled softly on his nipples. Fingers caressed his thighs. His cock hit the back of someone's throat as something stabbed against his entrance. Dave screamed out as he felt a tongue slip inside him. His chest heaved as his body was assaulted with multiple pleasures at the same time. He felt the bed dip a little as someone straddled his chest.

The sweetness of the frosting registered on his lips and he opened his mouth, willingly taking the treat being offered to him. He had no idea whose cock was in his mouth, whose hands were caressing his ass, whose tongue was reaching deeper inside him. All Dave knew was that every inch of his body was being loved and his senses were on overload. And through it all, there was Chris' sweet voice, whispering in his ear, asking if he was okay, telling him how gorgeous he was.

Most of the cake was gone by now, and Dave's body was on fire. He felt something slick glide over his cock and he knew that someone was lubing him. Everything stopped for a moment as his ankles were grabbed and he was pulled to the edge of the bed. After he was in the right position, the cock was back in his mouth and the hand on his was quickly replaced by the heated tightness of someone's ass sliding down over him.

Dave muttered unintelligibly as fingers slid inside him, stretching, probing, until the tip landed on the mound of tissue deep inside him. He screamed around the cock in his mouth, making its owner moan deeply. More fingers pushed inside, scissoring out to make way for something bigger…something better. He heard Chris say okay, then felt the blunt head of a hard cock push past the outer ring of muscle.

Everything stopped for a moment, everyone allowing Dave time to adjust to the new sensation. He felt a few short, teasing strokes in his ass before he growled. "Just fuck me already," he said, reaching for the cock near his mouth and stroking it. The person riding him began to move again, and the cock inside him began to pound away with hard thrusts. It was almost too much to bear as his body begin to burn once again.

He had given up trying to identify his partners by their touch or smell or sound. He was allowing himself to be taken to places he had only dreamed off. He felt his balls tightening and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came. Whoever was on top of him was pretty close too, from the sounds of it. He felt the cock inside him throb, felt his muscles tightening around it - and then it was gone.

Dave made a small sound of protest but then the cock was back. Only it was slightly shorter, slightly thicker than the one before, and Dave realized someone else was having their turn. Everything was working out just the way it had in his fantasy, the one he had revealed to Chris a few weeks before. He smiled around the cock in his mouth, wondering how long his lover had been planning this.

The first few drops of thick, salty fluid hit the back of his throat and Dave eagerly swallowed around the cock there, milking whoever it was for all they were worth. He felt a hand wrap around the base of his cock as the person riding him screamed out, shooting over his stomach. Dave growled again and Chris whispered soothingly, "in a minute, baby. Someone else wants to have their turn."

Another lubed ass slid down over his cock and once again Dave was sheathed inside someone else. This person was smaller than the first, their weight lighter against his thighs as they rode him. Whoever was fucking him was squeezing his ass, caressing the taut muscles there. The head of their cock hit his prostate once again and Dave screamed out, knowing he wouldn't last much longer.

Chris began to sense the end was near and began to kiss him deeply. The taste of Dave, the frosting and another man's cum was enough to drive Chris to the brink as well and he moved up, placing the head of his cock against Dave's lips. His tongue snaked out and ran over the tip of Chris' cock. With a smile, he opened wide and practically inhaled his lover's erection. It didn't take long before Dave's body began to tense.

With a strangled cry, Dave exploded. He felt himself shooting off into the tight ass gripping him, felt his muscles tense around the cock inside him just moments before a hot, sticky load filled him as well. It didn't take long before he heard Chris crying out, filling his mouth as well. Dave swallowed as hands began to soothe him. The person inside him thrust in one last time and the sensation against his sweet spot was too much for him to bear. The last thing that went through Dave's mind before he passed out from the sheer pleasure was that he would have to do something really nice for Chris in return for this evening.



Dave's eyes fluttered open and he looked around the now-empty room. Chris was in a chair next to the bed, smiling at him. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked as Dave reached for his hand. The remnants of the party had been carefully cleaned from his body and he was covered with a silk sheet. Dave chuckled softly, the smile on his face growing every second. "I take that as a yes," Chris said as he leaned down, kissing his lover.

"I'm gonna have to tell you some more of my fantasies," Dave said as he sat up. "Especially if you're gonna make them all come true." Chris nodded, smiling as he handed Dave his clothes. He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to know, but right now, all Dave wanted was to go home and hold Chris as they slept. He finished dressing and they made their way to the door.

Outside, the moonlight shined down on them, illuminating Chris' golden hair. He looked like an angel and Dave pulled him close, kissing him softly. He felt Chris relax against him, his body warm and willing. Dave looked down at him and smiled. "So," he said, a twinkle in his eye, "when are you gonna tell me your fantasies, so I can make all of 'em come true?" Chris sighed happily, slipping his hand into Dave's. "You're all the fantasy I need," he said and Dave had no reason to doubt him.