Page 12 of Fighting Fate

Baylor pulled back and cocked his head. He studied Chipper’s face for a moment. “I’m not scared of you.” A sad smile touched his lips. “I’m just fucked up. You deserve more than I might be able to give. Please don’t think any of my bullshit is on you. It isn’t. You’re amazing and I want you. I’m just…” For a moment, Baylor looked beyond lost and broken. “I want you,” he repeated. “You should get that condom.”

Chipper didn’t need to be told again. He rolled and pulled open the bedside drawer. Once he had the lube and a condom, he rolled back, half expecting his thirty-second distraction had changed the mood again. Instead, he found Baylor nude.

His gaze slid down Baylor’s body, taking in the gorgeous skin and dark hair. “Goddamn. You’re stunning.”

Baylor skimmed his fingertips down Chipper’s arm. His gaze followed the path of his fingers. A quick smile passed over his lips. “If you don’t get sick after this, you’re fucking immortal.”

A laugh burst from Chipper. It quickly died as he realized Baylor probably felt too bad to be doing this. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Baylor stroked his erection, making Chipper’s mouth water. “I’m definitely up, but you’ll have to do the work. My energy is zapped. I probably shouldn’t have gone for an impromptu run.” A wry smile touched his lips. “I have no idea why you want me. You must be completely insane.”

Chipper shifted positions, going up on his knees. He kissed Baylor’s stomach. “I get my ass kicked for a living. Are you just now figuring out I’m crazy? Life on the edge, baby. That’s the only life for me.” He licked Baylor’s cock, lingering for a moment to worship his crown. The shaky way Baylor breathed was like music to his ears. He blindly opened the condom and rolled it down his length. Chipper had to keep Baylor distracted and interested. He flipped open the tube of lube and coated the condom. Chipper planned each move the same way he did on the mat. Baylor had panicked when Chipper had been on top of him. This time, he hooked Baylor’s knee and used his training against him. He quickly twisted Baylor’s body while he slipped his hips beneath him. In a matter of seconds, he had Baylor on his side and his cock seeking entrance.

Baylor reached over his shoulder and cupped the back of Chipper’s head, pulling him closer and silently begging for more.

Chipper kissed his neck as he slowly pushed his way inside. Baylor was so fucking tight, and Chipper hadn’t taken the time he should to get him ready. In his heart, he knew if he had tried, Baylor would have freaked out again. Baylor wasn’t panicking now. He pushed back, trying to take what he wanted. Chipper couldn’t breathe. Baylor felt incredible.

“You’re so much better than I imagined.”

Baylor chuckled. It was a winded sound, reminding Chipper that Baylor wasn’t at a hundred percent. Hell, he probably wasn’t at thirty. “How often have you imagined?”

Chipper thrust, going root deep. A growl escaped him as possessiveness overtook him. “Every goddamn day since the moment I first saw you.”

Baylor shook.

Chipper pumped inside him with shallow thrusts, trying not to abuse him. He was small and felt delicate. Chipper had never been more aware of his strength. Baylor felt fragile in his arms. Precious. Chipper needed to savor the moment. Worship his obsession. He couldn’t stop kissing every place he could reach.

Baylor tried pushing back again, restless in his arms. “Please?”

“Say what you want. You have to be in charge.” If Baylor wanted to stop now because Chipper went too far, Chipper would perish. No dramatics. He was a man on the edge.

“Fuck me. I won’t break.”

That was all the permission Chipper needed. He rolled, forcing Baylor to his knees. He dug his knees into the bed for traction and slammed inside Baylor. The satisfied moan that sounded like it came from Baylor’s soul told him everything. Baylor liked it rough. Chipper obliged. He held Baylor’s hips and pounded his ass. Hip control was a big factor in martial arts. He knew how to hold the perfect position and angle for as long as Baylor needed. The sounds coming from Baylor got more desperate by the second. Chipper ground his back teeth to a pulp. He was inside Baylor—the man he had craved and stalked—and his body knew it.

Baylor scratched at the sheets. His cries turned muffled, as if he bit the bed. Chipper couldn’t take it. He was too close and every move Baylor made was too sexy. He reached around and grabbed Baylor’s cock. Chipper stroked, beating his dick like he jacked himself off. Baylor’s body suddenly clenched so tightly, Chipper saw stars and then a cry bounced from the walls. Baylor’s asshole tried sucking him deeper. A loud groan tore from his throat as cum shot from him with a force that nearly blinded him. As they collapsed into a gasping heap, Chipper turned at the last second, ensuring his weight didn’t land on Baylor.

With his arm and leg thrown across Baylor’s sweat-covered body, he fought to catch his breath. It was odd. He could go rounds on the mat without getting winded. This was something else. Baylor had stolen the air from his lungs and the soul from his body.

He ran his fingers through Baylor’s hair. Baylor was too quiet. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think I can move.”

Panic hit Chipper. Had he been too rough? He jumped to his knees and rolled Baylor to his back. Baylor genuinely seemed to be made of rubber. He was like a lifeless doll. “I’m sorry. You should’ve told me to stop. I would never hurt you. Tell me what to do.”

Baylor laughed. It came out as a wheeze. “I’m fine. I’m just covered in cum and now I’m just chilling in the wet spot without a single working muscle. This virus will be the death of me.”

Chipper’s shoulders sagged. He had honestly thought he had done some sort of damage. Chipper shook his head and stole a kiss. “I’d never let you die.” He kissed Baylor’s chin. “I’d also never make you sleep in the wet spot. Don’t worry. I can get you cleaned up, and these sheets changed without you having to move a muscle. You’d be surprised at how adept I am.”

Baylor’s arm lifted. His hand shook as he ran his fingers through Chipper’s hair. “No. I wouldn’t. Nothing you do could surprise me. I’m fully convinced you’re magic.”

Chipper’s throat swelled. There was something in Baylor’s eyes. Like he had said, they were the window to the soul. Chipper got his first good look at Baylor’s. It was totally shattered.

Chapter Six

Chipper:I miss you already.

Chipper:Call me.

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