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“I know but Ms. Chen…” Kyle nodded across the aisle.

“She’ll never know. Never hear it from me. That’s a much more impossible dream.” Arthur’s discouragement was clear.

“Just change the rules on her. Worked for me. That sparing thing shook up our routine.” Kyle smiled to himself.

“And that Texan wants some catalogs and samples so good job on the sale yesterday.” Arthur nodded.

Arthur got pulled into questions by new customers, and Kyle kept himself available. He glanced at Jim. It was easier for Kyle to control his impulses now that he’d shared some time with Jim. Kyle knew Jim would show up tonight. Jim could avoid the verbal, but he’d come for the physical.

Another exhibitor strolled by. A cute and muscled young gay man. “Hey, you were one of the sparing guys from yesterday, right?” he asked.

Kyle nodded. “That’s me. Like the clothes?” He could pick out and flirt with a cruiser any day. Not that he wanted to be cruised. Everyone was a potential customer, and all Kyle wanted was Jim.

“Very much.” He leaned over and felt the shirt Kyle had on.

“This isn’t the same stuff. Different line. Do you do martial arts?” Kyle kept it professional, but this guy was all about picking up men.

“I do athletes more than athletics. My name is Brent. When do you go on break?” he asked.

“Actually, I’m seeing someone.” Kyle wanted to be seeing Jim even if it wasn’t true yet.

“Me too. But that’s the fun of being away from home. A little variety.” Brent winked.

“Can’t help you there. But if you’re looking for a catalog, I can take your info.”

“Sure.” He handed over a business card with one hand and slipped a room key in Kyle’s pants pocket with the other. “Whatever you want, you can take.”

Kyle ignored the blatant move and took the business card.

“Maybe you’ll change your mind. Room 222.” Brent strolled on.

“Have a good day.” Kyle stayed neutral.

Normally, it didn’t bother him that much. Random pickups could be fun. But since last night, he had a real chance with a guy of substance. They had things in common besides being gay and kinky. Kyle believed they had a future together.

Arthur chuckled. “Cruised again?”

“You’re next. I gave him your room number,” Kyle teased.

“You wouldn’t.” Arthur’s voice jumped higher.

“I’m going to take a walk.” Kyle headed out into the aisle, letting Arthur take over and watch the booth.

Ms. Chen was gone, and Kyle couldn’t ignore a chance to talk with Jim all alone. “Second day lull. Everyone’s out trolling the Vegas Strip.”

“I’m working. Ms. Chen is busy with a client. She’ll be back soon.” Jim stepped back to keep a foot between them.

Kyle held up his hands defensively. “I can control myself. Until midnight.” Kyle smiled.

“It’s not a good idea.” Jim looked around uneasily.

“You want it.”

“We can’t have everything that we want. Sometimes it’s not good for us.” Jim looked Kyle dead in the eye.

“We’re good for each other. You’ve just got to give it a chance. One normal date back in L.A.”

Ms. Chen headed down the walkway, and Jim looked over.

“Midnight,” Kyle said.

“Just go.” Jim turned away.

Kyle needed to get Jim away from the work setting and see if his mood improved.

 * * * *

Back in his hotel room, Jim changed his clothes and had found the lube packets Kyle had slipped into his boxers. No doubt Kyle had planted them during their men’s room encounter. The man was shameless.

Especially flirting with all those guys, getting numbers and room keys then strolling over to tease Jim. Kyle acted as if he wanted something more to keep Jim coming back. But it was all a game; Jim had been down this road before.

One night to prove his superior skills and Jim would erase Kyle from his memory. The sick feeling wouldn’t go away. Jim wanted more. Maybe he needed to go for a guy in his thirties to get some level of maturity and commitment? Jim couldn’t go through being dumped or played again.

Dressing light, Jim pulled on shorts and tucked one packet of lube in the waistband. They wouldn’t need more, he’d win tonight.

At quarter ‘til midnight, he headed down. If anyone asked, he’d say he was headed for the twenty-four hour gym. No one would ask, but he couldn’t dodge the shame and self-consciousness. Vegas ran non-stop so he could run into anyone. Last night, he’d been so pumped, he hadn’t even thought about the consequences.

Entering the tradeshow hall, Jim stretched alone while he had the chance. He felt Kyle before he saw him. The sexual tension electrified the air, and Jim’s cock stirred.

When he turned, he saw Kyle kicking away his track pants. He stood there naked and hard. Jim wanted to take him right then. He needed the sex more than the sparing play now. But the anticipation building only made it better.

“You want me to rip your shorts off?” Kyle asked.

A stab of pleasure in Jim’s gut said
yes,
but he had to be covered when he went back to his room. Jim slid the shorts down and his cock sprang in Kyle’s direction like a dowsing rod. He stepped out of the shorts and left the lube packet where it fell.

“You knew I’d show?” Jim hated being so predictable and reliable at times.

Kyle shrugged. “You’re a strong guy. You want to win. Also, if you really didn’t want me, you could’ve punched me in the men’s room. I didn’t tie you down and force you then.”

“No one turns down good sex without strings.” Jim walked closer.

Kyle smiled. “If I could get some strings on you to tie you down, I would.” He stepped in a little closer.

Shaking his head, Jim smiled. “No, you want to fight. So let’s do it.” He spun and landed a kick to Kyle’s chest.

Stumbling back, Kyle sucked in air. “Bringing the rough stuff today.”

Jim didn’t respond to the mocking. Last night, he was desperate to be closer. Tonight, he wanted to win. He’d punish Kyle physically for all the emotional pain he’d caused with his player ways.

Kyle kicked in return, but Jim’s focus was high, he dodged and grabbed Kyle’s legs, pulling him off balance.

They both fell to the mats, and it was a wrestling match. Jim pushed Kyle onto his back, but Kyle twisted and pulled Jim to him, grabbing his cock and teasing it. Smacking Kyle’s sac, Jim didn’t give into the sexual need, not yet.

Kyle released Jim’s cock and grabbed one wrist, pinning it behind Jim’s back. “You want me bad tonight.”

“I want to win.” Jim’s inner strength wanted to claim victory and walk away without giving Kyle the satisfaction of sex. The balance between passion and discipline had always made Jim struggle. Tonight, it was an epic battle.

Yanking free when Kyle tried to change his grip on Jim’s wrist, Jim grabbed Kyle by the arm and twisted. The wrist was great if you wanted to inflict pain, but Kyle and Jim wanted victory and dominance, not pain.

As Kyle’s muscles strained to get free, Jim watched the flexing. He grabbed Kyle’s other arm and folded them both tight behind his back so he could control them with one hand.

Shoving Kyle to the mat, Jim fell on top of him. Jim’s cock pressed to Kyle’s hard buttocks. “Give up, you want to lose.” He pushed Kyle’s shoulders to the floor.

Kyle struggled, tucking his head and pressing it to the mat so he could lift his shoulders despite Jim’s weight.

“Hard headed. And hard for me.” Jim flicked the tip of Kyle’s cock.

“Dirty.” Kyle’s hips moved to avoid the painful treatment.

With Kyle off balance, Jim pushed and held. At the count of ten, Jim claimed victory. He spit on Kyle’s tight asshole and rubbed. “Surrender?”

Straddling Kyle’s lower back, Jim wanted to hear it.

He grabbed Kyle by the hair just the way Kyle had treated him last night. “Say it.”

“You win. Dirty play.”

“It’s all dirty and hot.” Jim smacked Kyle’s ass. “Up on your hands and knees.”

Kyle froze. “You want a pony ride?”

Jim grinned. “Anything to be on top.”

Jim grabbed the protection and lube packet and circled Kyle. Though tempted to just walk away and leave Kyle there hard and alone, Jim knew he couldn’t do it. He wanted his triumph.

Kneeling down, Jim pulled Kyle up and kissed him hard. It felt so good. He deepened the kiss and let Kyle’s tongue roam freely in his mouth.

On their knees, arms wrapped around each other and locked in a kiss, Jim swore he heard something. But with their cocks pressed together, and Jim couldn’t let go. When his cock couldn’t take anymore teasing, he shoved Kyle away, face down to the mat.

Pulling off the bracelet he had on, he opened the Velcro and fitted it around the base of Kyle’s cock. The cock ring was discreet, sizable, and easy to get on and off.

“All mine.” Jim kissed Kyle’s back.

“Jerk.” Kyle didn’t fight—accepting his loss like a man.

“I came prepared. You’ll come when I let you.” Jim rubbed Kyle’s cock to torment him.

“You better. That’s not good sportsmanship.”

Jim almost laughed. “This isn’t a sport; it’s kink. A sex fetish. The Olympians competed naked and oiled up. You think they weren’t seriously screwing each other afterward, nice and dirty?”

Kyle groaned. “To the victors go the spoils.”

Jim opened the packet and squeezed out enough lube to do the job. Then he slid a condom onto his erection before rubbing lube on Kyle’s cock, enjoying how Kyle thrust into Jim’s palm fruitlessly.

Lining up, Jim drove in, and Kyle tightened around him immediately. “You want me. Enjoy it. It’s the last time you’ll ever have me,” Jim said in Kyle’s ear.

“Like hell.” Kyle groaned.

“Beg all you want.” Jim gave in and fucked Kyle like a machine. Hard and well oiled, he stroked deep until Kyle slipped on the mat and braced himself.

“Like it?” Jim pulled Kyle’s hair.

“Yes!” Kyle rocked back.

He’d like any cock, but Jim believed him. In the moment, Kyle rocked and twisted, his moans and groans were real.

Pressing his abs to Kyle’s hard body, Jim kissed Kyle’s neck. “Say my name.”

It was stupidly sentimental and Jim didn’t want to need it. But it would turn him on.

Kyle didn’t mock or tease. Maybe, he took his defeat that seriously. Maybe, he wanted to say it. “Jim! Yes! Please come in my ass,” Kyle moaned.

He wanted to deny Kyle, but Jim wanted the same thing. “Just my name. Say it.” He squeezed Kyle’s sac.

“Jim!” Kyle obeyed.

The passionate cry could fool Jim if he let it.

“I want you so bad. All the time,” Kyle confessed.

Jim fucked his boy toy harder. The passion and attraction were real. He’d fallen for Kyle fast, stupidly. They were so close, always around each other yet the walls between them felt thick.

But not now. He felt a shudder in Kyle, and Jim’s cock responded. He reached around to be sure Kyle hadn’t ejaculated on the mat.

“Internal climax. Damn, you’re a tease. Coming on me.” Jim smacked Kyle’s cock to drive him harder.

Jim groaned into Kyle’s shoulder as the tremors in Kyle set him off. One spark could ignite a huge fire.

The blinding climax froze Jim as his cum shot into Kyle’s ass. Kyle shouted encouraging things, but Jim couldn’t make them out over the pounding in his body.

Once the rush passed, he pulled free and turned Kyle onto his back. Pulling the ring free, he jerked off Kyle hard and fast, wanting Kyle’s cum but not to please the man.

Kyle arched, and Jim covered the tip of Kyle’s cock with his lips, drinking in his victory. Sucking Kyle dry, Jim released his opponent and stood with triumph. “Good match.”

Jim walked to his shorts and slid them on reluctantly.

“No, don’t be like that.” Kyle sat up. “The kink is over. Let’s go back to my room. We can be normal. No more sex in public, I swear. Please.”

The pleasure tugged at Jim, but men would say a lot of things to get sex—or more sex—when it was so good. “I’m done. Don’t pursue me anymore.”

He headed for the door, wanting Kyle to stop him but not knowing what he’d do if that happened. A night of kissing, of something more than just sex, and he’d cave.

But Kyle had a room key for another guy and someone else to service. Self-respect pushed Jim toward the door. Someday, Jim would find a guy who would be happy just to be with him.

“Bye, Kyle.” Jim walked through the door.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 

 

Another lie! Jim kept saying it was done, but he never walked away until they were both satisfied. Kyle had had enough of Jim’s games.

Kyle chased Jim down and pressed his back to the wall of the hallway, kissing him.

Jim gave in, partially kissing back but holding Kyle at bay with his muscled arms.

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