19. Chapter 19

Arthur was sleeping soundly. I had managed maybe half an hour through the night. But now that the sun was streaming through the curtains, there was no point in me even trying. Why the hell had I let him choose gossamer, rather than the blackout blinds that he's had installed in his own room? I was stressed about the fight. But more than anything, I was frustrated. Jason's no sex rule had never seemed like such a prison. Then again, the rule was about ejaculating.

Not that this room was my room any more. The annexe that Arthur had been using had been pretty much abandoned, and his clothes had made the transition into one half of my wardrobe and chest of drawers within days of us making things official. Efficient. It was just the way Arthur did things.

I noticed him stirring, so I stole a kiss from him before his eyes opened. Then kissed at the corner of his mouth. And his cheek, and then at his neck. I kissed down his chest and when I'd made it to his stomach I chanced a glance up to see him staring down at me. "This is nice to wake up to," he murmured.

I grinned between kisses as I ventured even lower, gently palming his cock to bring him to full mast in his boxers, to match my already straining morning wood. Then I ran my mouth over the fabric, inhaling in the morning scent of him before finally setting him free from the confines of his boxers.

My lips had barely touched the tip of his cock when Arthur gasped and pushed me away>

"What was that for?" I asked, surprised at the sudden movement.

Arthur was wide-eyed. "It's fight day!"

I chuckled. "I know. Now let me suck you dry."

"You can't! There are rules!" Arthur said, scrambling backward on the bed. I scrambled to follow him so we were face to face, and I kissed him, reaching for his cock with one hand to stroke it gently.

"So you don't want this?" I asked.

"That's not what I said," Arthur mumbled into my mouth. "You know I want it,, but you're not allowed…"

"What my trainer doesn't know can't hurt him," I murmured. I tugged, and Arthur groaned, breath hot against my chin. "Anyway, it's not against the rules for you to cum, unless you have a fight I don't know about."

"Good point." Arthur grinned, and in the next second he was applying gentle pressure on my head to push me downward. I was all too happy to oblige, kissing his body every inch of the way until I finally had him in my mouth.

It didn't take long for Arthur to come undone, spilling hot and wet into my mouth until I choked. I swallowed him down, and for some reason it felt comforting. The rest of the day was going to be about showmanship, violence, anger. Here, in this little intimate space just for me and him, I felt happy to serve.

I pushed Arthur back on the bed and laid on him with the full length of my body. I was desperately hard, and rutted gently against him for gentle relief.

"You're regretting that, aren't you?" Arthur smiled.

I kissed him quickly. "Nope. I'm sure you'll return the favour later."

"When you're all bloody and bruised?" Arthur asked.

"When I'm a winner who demands my prize," I growled. I felt his half-hard cock twitch between us at that. "So you do want it. Kinky."

Arthur blushed. "It's hardly a kink."

"Isn't it? You having a fetish for man who's just gone twelve rounds in the ring?"

"No, that's just called loving Bradley Tyler," said Arthur. "And if you go twelve rounds, then you're not half the boxer I thought you were."

"Cruel," I muttered, though there was no menace in it. "And what if I go eleven rounds?"

"I'll allow it." Arthur played with my hair idly, and the feeling was nice. I let my body properly relax onto him, and we laid for a while.

"Wake up, love."

"Huh?" Opening my eyes felt like a chore. "Whassup? I like you stroking my hair."

"I know, but it's eleven o clock in the morning, and Jase is going to have an aneurysm if we're late to the stadium."

"No, it's seven." I turned to the bedside clock, which betrayed me by backing up Arthur's point. "Oh. Shit."

"I didn't want to wake you, but my arm is dead and you've dribbled all over my chest. Good thing we got the honeymoon phase out of the way before we even got together," he grinned.

And my heart started to beat through my ribcage. Because, despite his calming influence, there was nothing to distract me now. It was time to fight. It was time for me to win, once and for all. And then I'd claim my prize.

Arthur stroked one finger down my back, and I felt my heartbeat slow. Just a little though. I was ready.