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It was warm, considering it was the middle of October. Eddy wasn’t even wearing his jacket – the cup of Pumpkin spiced latte was keeping him warm enough. The young man was sitting on his favorite bench, in his favorite and, coincidentally, the only park in the tiny town he called home. Bag with running shoes at his feet, book on his lap (he has been planning on looking into “Plant treatments Vol 2.” for a while) and a cup of coffee by his side, Ed (call me Eddy, please) Kleiner was enjoying his very rare day of. A truly unusual, some would even say, unheard of, event for him – after all, most of the time he was on his feet – either training for his never-ending running competitions or working part time at the only flower shop in town, trying to take care of his family. Not that he had all that much family to take care of, there was his younger brother, who was the only one still in Eddy’s actual care, but he digressed. Coming back… it was the running theme with their town. They only had things in ones – one school, one running track, one flower shop, one mall, well, if the clump of run down, family owned stores could be called that. Eddy liked it though, it was nice and peaceful, no chaos anywhere you look and …
“This is utter bullshit. No, do you hear me, Leonard?! This! Is! Bullshit! This whole town is bullshit!” Nice and peaceful were not words Eddy could use to describe the park anymore. The annoyed and more importantly, loud voice was overwhelming the peace and the falling leaves by miles. As were the combat boots, crunching the dry leaves beneath them.
“Ugh, what kind of name is Hallstatt even?!” the voice finally close enough, Eddy raised his head from the book, to take a glimpse as well as take a sip of his drink, when... he promptly spilled it all over his shirt.
The man, the very tall man, who was cursing his hometown to high-heavens, only raised a brow and sneered at him while rolling his eyes – not that he had any room for judgement – no one would be caught dead wearing a leather coat that long – where had he even gotten that thing? A coat that long for a person that tall… custom job, must be. Eddy thought with half a hidden chuckle and made a half-arsed attempt at cleaning himself off. He didn’t succeed. Not that it mattered all that much – he had another shirt in his bag – all crusted sweat from running practice, but at least it was… dry…well, drier than the one currently plastered to Eddy like second skin.
“Can I… Help you?” Eddy couldn’t quite keep the ice out of his own voice and blinked in surprise when the strange looked… content?
“Yes.” The stranger snapped his phone shut and shoved it into his pocket. “Where, pray tell, may I acquire a decent cup of coffee in this god forsaken place?” with every word the stranger spoke, Eddy’s brow climbed higher.
By the time he was finished, Eddy was certain – his eye twitch was back. It was involuntary and he had no control over the tick whatsoever. Anyone who knew him, however, knew by now that if they ever managed to get Eddy’s face to do The Thing, they should run. Far. And very, very fast.
“For you?” He asked with his sweetest retail smile and without waiting for confirmation, finished, eyes turning ice-cold to match his next words. “Nowhere. After all, what could ever be decent in a bullshit town like this? Good day.” With that, he stood up, gathered his book and his bag and left, without a look back and with far more dignity than someone with coffee all over them should ever be capable of wielding.
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Syler Walker, the undisputed heavyweight world champion, holding whole four division belts, under his, pardon the pun, belt, stood there, jaw wide open, as he gaped after the young man, who had just went-off at him and then promptly left, strutting like nobody’s business. No one walked off at Syler Walker. That just. Did not. Happen. What was even with today. Smacking his phone a bit harder than necessary, Syler raised it back to his ear; beginning to speak before the other person could so much as inhale.
“This is a most definitely bullshit-town, Leonard and I will not stand for it! It is disgustingly small, quiet as a grave and the people here are beyond rude! I am a bloody businessman, Leonard, not a zoo-keeper! You will get the council to reconsider the expansion plans by the time I get back or so help me gods, you will be out of a job, blast it all to seven hells!” He finished in one breath, twirled around, his long braid following trough with his dramatic motion and stomped right back through the park, the street (the one, main street, are you bloody kidding??), glancing and classifying each and every building and business along the way to his hotel, which also just happened to be the only hotel in town; got to the “best room” there and just… sighed. There was no way. No way in hell he was building anything here. Calling up the reception Syler demanded the “best, top-shelf whiskey available” to be sent up and then… proceeded to sulk right up until he heard a knock on his door.
"Room serv... " the bellboy choked on air. Syler smirked.
"Well hello there. In you go." It was always so much fun, meeting fans. the door closed behind him. Syler licked his lips. "Kneel.” he purred and the bellboy dropped to his knees without question. "Good boy..." the bellboy tried to bite down a whimper. He failed. Syler cocked his head to the side. "If you continue being this good, I just might be persuaded to give you a reward." the bellboy's hands trembled when they reached for Syler's belt. They undid it smoothly though and the boxer smirked. Small town, yes. Inexperienced, no. Good to know. Syler huffed out a chuckle, his finger hooking under the silly little hat the boy had on and flicking it off, before sticking his fingers into the auburn hair. "I do not like to be kept waiting.” he pulled and pulled a little, eliciting a small gasp from the bellboy.
"Sorry..." he muttered before unzipping his pants and pulling him out. Bellboy's jaw dropped. Syler smirked again – it was quite the common reaction to his piercing, yet it never seemed to grow old. Bellboy licked his lips, glanced up to Syler for permission and after getting a nod, ran his tongue from the root, all the way up to the tip, before swallowing him whole. Syler had to admit, with a twitch to his eyebrow, that was rather impressive. The night just got more promising. His grip in the boy's hair tightened just a smidge. Boy might've been a stuttering mess, but he had a wicked tongue on him. Syler's eyes closed in pleasure momentarily, before he was pulling the bellboy off of him and onto his feet. The boy stumbled a bit, but then his back was against the door and he didn't really need his feet anymore, Syler's body being all the support he required. Syler swallowed the boy's moan, one hand keeping his jaw in place, the other undoing the buttons of his uniform swiftly. When the boy tried to reciprocate, his hands were slammed onto the door above his head, Syler's hand keeping his wrists in place.
"Who said you get to touch? ~" he asked with a wicked grin, the boy moaning at his tone. Syler trailed his lips over his jaw, down his neck and collarbones, nipping here and there. When the boy whined, absolutely unable to take it anymore and bucked his hips, in desperate search of any friction, Syler smirked, released his wrists and grabbed him under his ass. "Hold on now." the boy blinked, his hands going around Syler's neck, just as the boxer lifted him right off the ground with no problem whatsoever. The boy yelped and wrapped his legs around Syler's hips on instinct. Syler hummed his approval, rewarded the boy with a quick peck to his lips and then proceeded to carry him straight into the bedroom.
Tossing him onto the bed, Syler unbuttoned his own shirt with deft fingers. "Undress." His shirt fluttered to the floor and he stepped out of his pants in one fluid motion. Bellboy's clothes hit the ground just as Syler crawled into the bed and over him.
"Have I been good enough to get my reward?” the bellboy asked biting his lip and Syler's eyebrow rose in delighted surprise.
"Cheeky. But, I guess... Why not. Turn over for me. There's a good boy. Up." he slapped the boy's ass lightly and rubbed out the slight burn when it rose in compliance. Reaching over to the drawer, Syler pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. "Spread them for me.” he purred leaning over and giving the boy's spine a slow, wet kiss. The boy moaned, reaching behind himself and holding his cheeks apart. With a hum, Syler popped open the bottle, coated his fingers and ran his fingertips over the fluttering hole. The boy whined, shaking his hips lightly and Syler chuckled. "Impatient, are we..”
"I... I just want you in me so bad.." the boy gasped out, his hips continuing to writhe on the bedsheets. Syler raised an eyebrow and slowly worked a finger inside him. The boy moaned, hips rocking back on his finger. "Mo-agh, more.” He moaned, before yelping when a smack landed on his ass, Syler leaning over and biting the side of his neck.
"Making demands, are we?” he hissed into the boy's ear, pulling his finger out. "Naughty naughty..~ And naughty, " he shoved two fingers in and immediately started spreading them, making the boy moan and trash on the bed, "naughty gets punished. " Syler pressed his fingers in deeper and smirked when the boy yelped, ”Found it. ~" he muttered, starting a relentless rhythm, abusing the bellboy's prostate with each inward stroke.
"Oh god oh god oh god, please! " the boy begged shamelessly and Syler finally decided to give in, deeming the boy loose enough. Pulling his fingers out, he put the condom on, leaned over the boy and wrapped his arm around his waist.
"Ready?” he purred, nipping the boy's ear and after receiving a very enthusiastic nod, rammed inside. The boy wailed. Syler pulled him up against his chest, wrapped his other hand around the boy's leaking erection and started a brutal rhythm of promptly fucking the boy's brains out. According to the incoherent shouting that followed, he succeeded.
It only took a few minutes if that, for the boy's release to coat Syler's hand. That did nothing to stop, or even slow the boxer's rhythm down however. Fucking the bellboy all the way through his first orgasm and straight into over sensitivity, Syler mouthed at his neck and ear and when the boy whined, his body unable to handle all the stimulation, Syler laid him down again, on his side, lifted his leg over his shoulder, and continued to fuck and stroke him, until the incoherently babbling mess of a boy came all over again. Shudders wracking down his body, the bellboy sobbed, not even attempting human speech anymore. By the time Syler finally decided to let him go, a third orgasm was coating his chest, the boy lying on his back while he panted, eyes completely unfocused. Syler took one look at him, got up, went to the bathroom and came back out with a wet, warm towel and cleaned him up some.
"Wakey wakey, time to go.” he hummed softly, watching as the bellboy came back to himself.
"I..." he flushed and cleared his throat, “I’m not sure I can walk.” Syler laughed.
"Fine. Stay until you get your feet back then. But not a moment longer. I've business in the morning." The boy chuckled.
“..and I’m technically still on the clock. So yeah, as soon as these are functioning again, I’m gone.” The boxer smirked, he did so prefer his conquests smart.
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“Would you calm down already, Leo? Yes, I am hearing you, Yes, I promise. I’ll deal with him. Do not worry your pretty little head. Just get me those tickets. That’s a good boy. Ta ta.”
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Syler got on the plane in a much cheerier mood. Small town prey always got him… Giddy. So pure, so naïve… so… easy. He sighed delightfully and turned his phone off – after all, he hadn’t slept a wink that night, he deserved some shut eye.