runaway_tales: Wrestling

[nathalia]

prompts: (from runaway_tales)
Fudge Ripple #23 - lust
Lemon Chiffon #09 - strip tease
Vanilla #19 - games / sports
summary: Wes and Hobbie wrestle.

 

They charged at each other, both of them trying to grab each other’s waists over and over again, rolling on the mattresses they had laid out on the floor, each of the men trying to find the other’s weak spots, to pin them to the floor so they’d be the one on top which was accompanied by animalistic growls.

Wes and Hobbie’s wrestling matches were legendary, not because they were so incredibly skilled at it but because everyone had to admit that it was amusing to see the usually so self-conscious Wes have so much physical contact with another man, not thinking about it in the slightest when otherwise he would complain if a guy didn’t leave enough room between them on the couch.

“You’re sweaty,” Wes complained when they took a short break to drink and Hobbie took off his sweatshirt to reveal a white shirt underneath it.

“You can shower later,” Hobbie laughed, tossing his shirt to the floor and signaling Wes that he was ready to go again. Wrestling wasn’t a sport Hobbie enjoyed to watch but he liked to spend time doing it with friends.

“What the hell was that?” Wes chided him as he pinned him down way too easily.

“I have no idea,” Hobbie admitted as Wes pulled him to his feet. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem, I like you under me.” Wes winked; stripping off his own sweatshirt just like the older man had done before.

“Isn’t that mine?” Hobbie asked pointing to Wes undershirt and the cowboy looked down.

“Possible.”

“You know only women wear each other’s clothes, right?” Hobbie teased, knowing that that would tick Wes off. Just as he had expected, Wes charged at him without warning, ramming his shoulder into Hobbie’s stomach and throwing himself to the floor, taking Hobbie with him, so that his upper body was on Hobbie’s pelvis, moans escaping both of them.

He looked up to Hobbie with a grin on his face as he felt the tension rising in the other man who held his gaze for a second before rolling around in one unexpected, fluid motion so he ended up on top of Wes, not allowing himself to get distracted.

After a few seconds, he scrambled back to his feet, allowing Wes to get up as well.

“That wasn’t fair,” Wes pouted while they both took off their shirts that were soaked in sweat by now. “I was distracted.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hobbie agreed and went down to his knees and palms waiting for Wes to assume his position behind him and Wes did, holding on to one of Hobbie’s wrists and his torso as he knelt down behind him, both men slowly rocking back and forth while Hobbie waited for Wes to make the first move but also aware that Wes possibly didn’t even want to move, feeling quite comfortable in the position he was in right now.

Hobbie pressed himself up by his hands and knees, catching Wes off-balance and pinning him down under him perfectly.

“You’re very distracted, Janson,” Hobbie gnarled with a hint of amusement in his strained voice, now feeling the younger man’s erection against his crotch instead of against his back.

Wes grunted in response, grabbing Hobbie by his sweaty blond hair and pulling him down towards him to kiss him fiercely, not caring about possible spectators at this late hour. Hobbie kissed him back just as roughly but never forgetting the game they were playing as he knew Wes well enough to know that he could be using this as a maneuver to get back on top although Hobbie highly doubted that Wes was thinking about the game anymore, his hands wandering down to pull Hobbie’s shorts off and while his left arm came back up to wrap itself around Hobbie’s neck, his right hand remained where it was and Hobbie moaned into the passionate kiss while trying to free his wrestling partner of his pants as fast as possible.