Gathering the Falling Stars

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Jacklon waves to them as he climbs on pulling on the full head helmet. He holds a half helmet to Youji and pats the back. Youji climbs carefully on, using Jacklon for balance since he's not quite tall enough to straddle the machine. He puts the helmet on, buckling it easily before pouting.

"This is going to make my hair all weird." Jacklon chuckles.

"You will still look sexy as hell." He starts the cycle as it vibrates under them.

Immediately Youji grins, rocking slightly forward and speaking lowly into Jacklon's ear.

"Now I know why you ride this thing." Jacklon grins and slowly rolls down the road before he picks up speed.

Youji, disragarding anyone who might see, runs his hands under Jacklon's shirt, pressing close from behind. Jacklon grins as he reves the engine and pops a wheely as they ride down the road. Youji, in an unconscious immitation of his brother, squeaks as he wraps his arms tighter around Jacklon in startled panic. Jacklon chuckles and drops the wheel back down.

"You are just like your brother." Youji relaxes as the ride smooths out.

"How?" he asks curiously.

"In the way my brother and i are alike." Jacklon continues to ride til they get to a rather seedy part of the town.

Many homeless people were there along with drug dealers and other nerdowells. Youji sidles closer, grumbling.

"That doesn't answer my question. Jacklon smiles as he stops in a small parking area and pulls off his helmet.

"We're here." Youji rolls his eyes, deciding to forget the question for now.

"Okay. Where is here?"

"It's called the Arena." Jacklon gets off the cycle before locking it to the light post. "Come on... now remember stay close to me or anyone i tell you is safe." Youji nods, acting nonchalant, but fully intending to keep his guard up.

He scoots close to Jacklon, slipping a hand into his back pocket in a possessive gesture. Jacklon slides his hand into Youji's back pocket. He was just as possessive. As he walks in several big guys say hello to him and congratulate him. Youji grins to himself as he notices several people looking his lover over with hungry eyes. That's right, he thought, he's mine bitches. Jacklon walks to a ticket box as a guy who looked like he had been in a few knife fights sat inside.

"Hey Barney." The guy looks up and grins.

"Hey Jack-O whose the little treat?" Jacklon holds Youji close.

"My boyfriend Youji. He wanted to see me work." Barney grins.

"Hope he can handle it." Youji doesn't comment on the man's remark, but turns to Jacklon questioningly.

"Hey. If you're doing your thing tonight and everyone's...weird or dangerous or whatever, where'm I going to be?" Barney smiles brightly, though his teeth looked like he leaned to the sweets a little too heavily.

"You will be staying with me little one. If anyone is going to protect Jack-O's babe then it shall be me." Youji offers the man a sweet smile, but turns to Jacklon for confirmation.

Jacklon smiles and nods.

"Thats perfect. Stay with Barney he will make sure your alright." Jacklon kisses Youji deeply before stepping back.

"I got to go get ready. Enjoy the show love." Youji raises an eyebrow to his departing lover before turning to Barney.

"Why do I get the feeling he does't think I will?" Barney chuckles before exiting the booth and rests a hand on Youji's back.

"Come on this way." He leads the young boy into what would be more fitting to be called a lions den than an arena.

Hundreds of men and butch women sitting in seats behind glass walls. Youji keeps his head high and his demeanor confident despite being the youngest and by far the smallest person in the room. He offers a wink and a grin to a lively looking butch in a dark red leather vest. Barney leads him to a pair of seats in the middle where they had perfect view of the wreastling ring in the center. It was just a tarmat on the floor with a circle painted on the floor. Youji leans in close to Barney, whispering so as not to give away his ignorance to the others.

"What exactly is it Jacklon does?" Barney leans over and whispers into his ear.

"He is a champian wreastler. One of the best." Youji frowns.

"He thought I'd get mad about him wrestling? What the hell?" Barney grins.

"It's what they do after they win you might be mad about." The sound of two doors opening is heard.

A guy with the same build as JAcklon steps out his head was clean shaved and he was almost the color of a grapefruit. He wore a black speedo and waved to the crowd of people cheering for him. Youji's frown deepened, but he settled in to watch, sidling closer to Barney when he noticed a couple of the men in the room watching him. Out the other door comes JAcklon in only a white speedo. He waved to everyone who was cheering for him before winking at Youji. Youji can't help but grin. Damn that man was sex on legs.

"God, he's hot." he said unthinkingly. Barney chuckles.

"You have no idea." The two men shake hands as a ref comes out.

Jacklon stands in the circle before squating getting ready to attack. Youji watches, his interest piqued. He imagines Jacklon entwined with another person and is surprised to find the image doesn't bother him so long as they're clothed. In fact, his grin widens, thinking it might be rather hot. The man gets ready as the ref starts the match as JAcklon moves fast and tackles the man. The man tries to graple Jacklon's shoulders. Youji leans forward, watching intently.

Jacklon manages to straddle the guys waist as he grabs the guys cock while trying to hold down the mans arms. The man was trying to fight like hell to get Jacklon speedo off. Youji's eyes widen and he bites his lip. That...were they supposed to do that?! The guy flips JAcklon off and gets on top of Jacklon who tries to roll him off. The guy grabs the back of JAcklon's speedo and tries to pull it off while getting a few good swats in onto Jacklon's rear.

Youji sits back and crosses his legs as the sight brings back memories of Jacklon's hand stinging across his ass. He tries not to frown in front of others, unnerved by both his arousal and his discomfort with anyone touching his Jacklon. JAcklon yelps as he gets away with his speedo still on. He grabs one of the guy's arms and holds it away so he cant move. He reaches down and pulls the speeo off the guy. Youji tries to get comfortable in his chair, afraid he knows where this is going and unsure how he feels about it. He keeps his face impassive, still aware of eyes on him but unsure whose they are. The ref blows the whistle and points to Jacklon's side.

"20 points removal of speedo to Jack-O." The man and Jacklon roll away from each other and stand back up.

Youji holds his breath. He sits forward again, wincing when his pants slide over his erection and almost glad. He does *not* want to be turned on by this. Jacklon and the guy turn and walk out and come back in jockstraps. Jacklon had rebraided his hair as he got ready. Youji rubs his eyes. He notices the woman in the red vest glance his way, offering a tiny sympathetic smile. He returns it before turning back to see the rest of this...show. The match goes on as JAcklon had gotten a few more points as did the other guy. Soon both men were naked and standing next to each other. The ref moves his hand to Jacklon.

"Winner Jack-O." Jacklon smiles as he turns to the guy forcing the guy down to his knees.

The guy preceeds to suck on Jacklon's cock while Jacklon makes his head move back and forth. Youji swallows hard, fighting desperately to keep his calm facade as warring emotions well up in him. The sight of Jacklon, hard and flushed is enough to make his own cock ache, but he couldn't quite get over the rage at the man with his lips wrapped around what was *his*. Youji's fingers tightened on the arms of his seat, the only outward sign of his feelings. No one touched what was his!

Barney looked over at Youji noticing the cletched hands. He knew that many people didnt bring their lovers here for this very reason. Jack-O must have really wanted this guy to be part of his life. But by how the young babe was looking... JAck-O might be out the door. Meanwhile in the ring Jacklon pulls the guys head back and shoves him onto this hands and knees. He is handed a condom from the ref as he slides it on. He moves behind the guy ready to take him hard. Youji looks away, unable to watch. He meets Barney's eyes, but can say nothing. Barney stands up and leads Youji outside.

"Are you alright little babe?" Youji leans against the wall and wraps his arms around himself, biting his lip.

"Fine." Barney looks at him.

"No your not. Come on out with it." Youji sighs.

"I...I don't mind people wanting what's mine....as long as they don't actually *get* it." His bottom lip trembles and he mentally shakes himself for being so weak and emotional.

Barney nods.

"Thats understandable. But thats a problem when you date someone like Jack-O. I haven't ever seen him bring a boyfriend here so you must mean a lot to him."

"That's...kind of what sucks about this." He laughs humorlessly. "He...wants me enough to risk this...and I'm not sure it was worth the risk. I...can't stand the though of someone else touching him the way I do..." Youji pauses as a thought occurs to him. "God, how often does he lose?" Barney chuckles as he looks at the building.

"He started coming here when he was... god i think he was a little older than you. He lost 2 matches then his brother taught him how to wreastle without fear. Since then he hasnt lost." Youji nods, leaning forward to lay his head on Barney's shoulder so the man doesn't see the expression on his face. What was he going to do? He couldn't let go of Jacklon now...but... Barney rested his hand on Youji's shoulder. "Jacklon nearly quit the first match he had. The guy he was face against was twice his size and wasnt gentle with him. But like him you are strong. Dont let go of him. He needs a sweet tart like you." Youji can't help but chuckle.

"I'm not a tart. Jacklon was my first and only."

"I call you a tart because your sweet then sour." Youji smiles as he looks up.

"If you'd been around earlier...well. I could have been sweet for you." He says jokingly, prodding Barney's side.

Barney chuckles.

"Sorry sweet tart. I have a wife and 6 kids. My playing days are over." Barney stands up and holds out his hand.

"Come on Jacklon should be finished." Youji freezes.

"What am I going to do? What do I tell him?"

"I think he may ask you that himself." Barney leads Youji back in where the guy was talking with this little iddy biddy guy who looked pissed off.

The guy sighed before the little guy grabs his bulge and kisses him hard.

"Your not the only boyfriend who has a problem seeing his boyfriend get fucked." Youji nods and steels his expression to show nothing.

"Thank you, Barney." He says, squeezing the man's hand.

Barney nods as Jacklon comes out of the room fast.

"Youji... are you alright? I didnt see you in the booth when the match ended." Youji raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I had to find somewhere a little less...public to be." He sidles up to Jacklon and wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

"Congratulations on your win." Jacklon wraps his arms tight around Youji.

"Thanks... look..." he cups Youji's cheeks holding his head up. "I only did this so i could make extra money and release some sexual tension. I never thought i would find someone like you." Youji nods but says nothing, waiting to see if Jacklon will continue. He idly strokes the small of Jacklon's back under his shirt. Jacklon tightens his hold. "I knew that you had to see this side of my life... before i left it forever." Youji's breath catches.

"You're...leaving it?" Jacklon nods.

"I want a life with you Youji... this was my last match." Youji wraps his arms around Jacklon's neck, stretching against him with a happy cry.

"Oh, thank god. I...I wasn't sure what I was going to do..." he says against his boyfriend's throat.

Jacklon holds him tight as the guy who lost the match walked over with his boyfriend.

"Jack-O..." Jacklon turns and looks at the guy still holding Youji tight.

"Good match... to think it was only three years ago that you first started here." Jacklon glares slightly.

"Ya and you nearly made me quit with your rough win." Youji, to, glares at the other man, his territorial instincts kicking in.

The little boyfriend elbows the guy in the ribs.

"I am sorry about that... this little one had forced the rough out of me." The young guy smiles proudly as he looks as Youji the same territorial look in his eye.

"No matter." Youji says with an evil grin. "You'll never have another taste." Jacklon smiles and holds Youji tight.

The man holds the little one close.

"He is making me retire. What about you?" Jacklon grins.

"Im retireing by choice. Well good bye." Jacklon pulls Youji out of the Arena while Barney waves them off.

Youji runs his hands over Jacklon's belly.

"You...er. Do have showers in there, right?"

"Yes i already took care to remove him from my body. If you dont believe me we can shower at your place. If your brother doesnt have a canery." Youji snickers.

"I won't tell him if you don't. He doesn't need to know." Jacklon grins and walks out to the cycle.

"Come on lets get home."

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