God yes.
He knew he had some oil down here somewhere. Seamus slid out of his hold, pulled up his flannel bottoms and went to the shelf where he’d kept things for the lake. Floaties and goggles… Sunscreen... “There.”
“Baby oil? You know that’s not what we use, Seamus.” But Bellamy’s voice was huskier than ever, closer to a growl. “And there’s definitely not enough to cover us both.”
He made a note to buy more olive oil. “It’s hypoaller—Bell!”
Bellamy had taken the large bottle and tipped it over Seamus’ shoulders without waiting. His free hand was rubbing and touching, coating his skin in the slippery unscented liquid. “You are so gorgeous, Seamus. Your skin. I could do this for hours and never get tired of how it feels under my hands.”
He emptied out the bottle on himself, letting Seamus help and practically purring when he rubbed it in. “I used to think I wanted to box a few rounds with you. But this will be so much sweeter.”
Seamus tried to laugh but he was too turned on. “We can go a few rounds next week at Brady and Ken’s gym. But I’ll win. I might even pin you tonight.”
He doubted it. He’d never actually wrestled before, and Bellamy was too strong.
Green eyes singed him with need. “If you pin me, you’ll have to fuck me. And you can’t go easy on me, Seamus. I’ll need it rough. I haven’t let anyone top me since I started college. But I’d let you tonight. I’d let you fuck me as hard as you wanted to.”
Fuck. Jesus. Fuck!
If this was a strategy to distract him, it was working.
They walked back toward the mat, neither one taking their eyes off the other. “I need to get you in a kispet soon so we can do this properly.” Bellamy looked at his body as if he were imagining him in the leather pants.
Seamus was already sweating, his heart racing in his ears. Bellamy was stunning like this. Muscles gleaming with oil and an almost feral expression on his face. He was a fighter. Seamus wanted to beat him and take him down. He wanted to lose and submit.
Either way they’d both win.
Bellamy described a few of the moves and holds to Seamus, his dark skin flushed, eyes wild. Then they came towards each other, arms locked in place. The oil made it a challenge. Hands slipped on shoulders and feet dug into the mat as Seamus struggled to remember what they were doing.
“There are rules against doing what I’m going to do to you,” Bellamy muttered hotly, accent thick with need. “We might need to find something to gag you with. You might wake the house when you start screaming my name.”
“So cocky,” Seamus said, struggling for breath and a handhold. “You’d think you actually wanted to win. But you don’t. I can tell. You want me inside you for once. You want me to make you scream.”
Seamus bit back an angry shout as Bellamy took him down with an arm wrapped around his waist. The other slid slickly down the back of his pants, one finger pushing forcefully into his ass.
“Oh God.” Fuck me.
“Who doesn’t want to win? I’m inside and I’m not letting go unless you make me.” He added a second finger and started to fuck him slowly. Too slowly. “Tap out and I’ll give you my cock.”
No. I have to win. Need to win. Have to…
Bellamy grunted when Seamus bucked and sent him slipping off his body. He stood and quickly stepped out of his pajama bottoms, revealing an erection so painfully sensitive that the fabric brushing against him had been too much.
It distracted Bellamy, Seamus realized, feeling the need to dominate growing inside him. “You said when you met me you knew you were going to fight me or fuck me, or both.” He stroked his dick, the oil on his hand coating it as he pumped his hips forward seductively. “At first, I only wanted to fight you.”
“Now?” Bellamy was watching his movements, his lips parted hungrily.
“I think you know what I want now.”
Seamus came down, pinning him and reaching for the waistband at the back of Bellamy’s briefs. The cloth made a tearing sound as it stretched and Bellamy struggled, but Seamus covered him in the hold he’d seen every time he watched the video.
Oiled up and pinned. Ready…
“I don’t think I can wait to finish this match. We’ll try again later,” Seamus rasped as he yanked the underwear to Bellamy’s knees. “I need to—” He’d pressed the head of his cock between Bellamy’s cheeks when he realized what he wasn’t wearing. “Son of a bitch.”
“What’s wrong?”
Seamus bent over Bellamy’s back and let out a shuddering sigh. “No condom. They’re in my bedroom.”
“Do it,” he said, his voice raw and needy as he pressed his forehead into the mat. “I want you to. I need you to.”