Sweet As The Punch

Author's Notes: I'm so sorry for the lack of updates x_x. I've hit a long writer's block and completely forgot I had this chapter written. Sadly, I won't be able to post the next chapter before Jan. 5th or so because I don't have the first part here XD (I'm at my mother's for the holidays and I had backed them up on my portable hard drive – part of these files got corrupted and deleted as I fixed the issue... hopefully I still have the originals on my hard drive. If I don't, expect a few more days. But I'll post! ^^).


Sweet As The Punch
Chapter 8

Mitch left Jakob's apartment at around six o'clock, after helping the three brothers cook some chicken pasta. He walked a few minutes before reaching a bus stop. He sighed at the sight. Six o'clock was such a bad time to go leave the area; everyone who worked around was now heading back home, and the line was long.

When the bus finally came, Mitch sat at the far back, at the window. A few teenaged girls sat a few seats away from him while a businessman – weren't they usually travelling in their expensive cars? – sat beside him, talking loudly on his Blackberry.

Mitch eyed him from top to bottom. The man must've been in his early thirties; black, spiky but clean hair, a black suit with a red tie, black shiny shoes... "I've got a nice view here!" he thought, hoping he wouldn't scare the guy away.

The man's brown eyes stopped on Mitch's frame for a second. He smiled but went back to his Blackberry. "Damn these things! If it wasn't for that thing I'd have been able to talk to him!"

Then his own cellphone rang.

He didn't talk to Adam long, but made clear that he'd drop by later tonight, after training a bit at the unversity's sports center – the CEPSUM. But in order to go there, he'd have to take the subway, then the bus, then the subway again... It was long, but so was the price to pay to train in a decent place.

Mitch went straight for his locker. Everything he needed was stored there to avoid carrying a bag everytime he went in. With three sets that he brought home to wash on weekends, it came in handy.

As he moved to the training equipments, he looked around himself. So many men. Not all of them were hot, but he could spot some cute ones. Not paying attention, he bumped into a short woman and apologized, then watched her as she went over to one of the guys he was checking out. "Damnit, this one's straight," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Mitch settled for a nice corner near the weights and did his stretching routine before moving up to the upper body training machines. His attention was suddenly drawn to a tall – very tall – blonde man with an army haircut benchpressing. Mitch couldn't help staring at the guy, mesmerized by the swift yet form movements. He didn't even notice the other getting up, going up to him...

"Not used to seeing someone like me right?" the man asked, smiling.

Surprised, Mitch took a step backwards and sheepishly smiled at the guy. He was well over the six feet mark, and nearly twice as large as Mitch himself. He wasn't scared – simply didn't see it coming. Or would have loved to believed it. "Yeah... sorry. Back when I was a kid I admired the World's Strongest Men's contestants. They're impressive."

"I'm not much compared to them. By the way, I'm Ian." He held a massive hand towards Mitch, who thought twice before reaching for it. The grip was strong but not hurtful. Ian had good control over his power.

"I'm Mitchell; just call me Mitch. Nice meeting you." He felt so puny against the man. His eyes went from the blonde, brushy hair and down the arms, chest – he could see the pectorals and abs' lines through the black T-Shirt Ian was wearing. His pants didn't seem too tight, but he could only imagine the size of his cock...

Ian chuckled. "You sound like you're intimidated, but you don't need to worry about it. I'm used to being checked out." He paused for a second and pointed in the bench's direction. "I need a breather. Come with me."

As Ian sat on the bench, Mitch stood beside him. His eyes drifted to the frame in quiet awe. The body was more of a work of art rather than training... "I'm guessing you come here often. Anyways, more often than I do."

The other man chuckled at the reply. So cute. "Yeah, everyday. Training is important when you're an athlete, but I'm sure you know that."

Mitch nodded. Did that mean the guy was a professional athlete or something? Judging by the guy's height, weight and muscle mass, the probabilities were quite high. "Yeah, I used to do sports. I was in my high-school's hockey team but didn't bother too much during my CEGEP years. Then I started to train again in university, like a year ago... I missed it. It became something for me to channel energy on..."

"Kinda like a drug at some point eh? Or like sex. Comes to point where you almost need it to live."

Mitch grinned. It sounded like a hint, and he loved hints. "Exactly. I'm in a non-serious relationship right now so we haven't had sex yet. It sucks so much. He's really hot too..."

A sigh escaped from Ian's lips as he turned to Mitch. "Oh I understand that. You're close to a guy but you can't touch him."


Mitch's blue eyes widened in surprise at the declaration. He didn't know if he meant that he was attractive to Ian, or if the other man was simply talking about a previous experience. The good thing was that he was gay, hot and most probably single. "That's pretty much the gist of it. I'm picky with guys, finding one I actually like is hell. Yet I find one, but he doesn't want anything serious."

"Never really happened to me. I get crushes but in general, they're straight. But hey, every now and then I meet guys like you."

That was definitively a hint.

Mitch chortled and shifted weight on his right leg, leaning towards Ian. "I was saying roughly the same thing to my current boyfriend..."

It was quite rare that he could be open with another guy so fast. In general, things developed too slow for his tastes because a lot of men he met up with weren't even out of the closet. The few who were out, for most, always had something that bothered Mitch. Different passtimes, tastes, schedules, views on random issues. Living with someone who has a different opinion of what "good" music is, when you play music yourself, would provide a real challenge and Mitch wanted to avoid arguments based on such things – it was better for both parts not to be together.

Ian looked up at him again and smiled. He was comfortable talking about his sexuality to people, but it worked better when his interlocutor was gay as well. However, he felt like changing topics – sex wasn't the only thing he liked to talk about, and even though it was interesting for Mitch, he felt like cutting it there for now. "You know, if you want some motivation to train again, I can be of service. If you need a personal trainer, give me a shout." He got up and walked to the rows of weight in front of them, took two and came back to the bench. "I'll happily meet up again."

"Well, it might be the good thing for me to come back here in a few days. Don't expect much of me, it's been weeks since I've done this." Mitch repeated Ian's actions and grabbed two weights – smaller ones – then took a seat beside the other man. Connecting with someone like this was rare, and Mitch wanted to take advantage of it.

~ ~ ~ ~

Mitch came out of the shower first. He was't the type to dawdle around too much in public showers. It was a good thing, as getting hard thinking about a guy he just had met could prove embarrassing. Somewhat proud of his body, he strutted to his locker and slowly dressed up. If the regulars knew him and over time, had stopped minding his showing off attitude, the newer guys were avoiding him.

He was in the middle of putting his pants on when Ian came out of his shower stall and stopped fairly close to his spot. Mitch tried hard not to stare at his dick, but it was so hard not to. His mind raced as he imagined what it would be like to be in those arms, being touched and kissed, hearing his voice groaning and grunting as he thrusted in-

"Anyways, it's as I said earlier," Ian added with a smirk. He reached for his bag and took a piece of paper out in order to write his phone number on it. "Call me up if you need anything; a trainer, company, even a date."

"Thanks. I'll give you a call." Mitch took the piece of paper and stared at the number for a second before thanking Ian, and waving as the other man left the room.

Alone, he'd have screamed and giggled like a schoolgirl. But he was in public, and the only expression he could manage was a wide grin. After thirty seconds or so, he turned back to his locker and grabbed the rest if his clothes, then his bag and exited the room.

~ ~ ~ ~

It was nearly seven o'clock when Mitch rang at Adam's door, rather excited. He could pull it off as excitement to see his boyfriend, but he wanted to tell him about Ian. Sure he just had met him, and the guy could wind up as a complete asshole... but he'd rather think the opposite.

The door opened and revealed a small figure – a teenage girl's. Adam's sister. Mitch smiled at her and waved slightly. "Hey, Adam told me to meet him here."

The girl smiled widely and opened the door. "Mitch! Adam is gonna be so happy to see you!" She yelled out "Adam" before skipping away back to the kitchen table, where she was apparently doing her homework.

Adam came out of his room and waved at Mitch as he walked toward him. "Hey hey, good evening hotstuff" he said, smirking slightly. "Had fun at the gym?"

Mitch walked inside and kissed his boyfriend briefly before getting rid of his shoes. He followed Adam to the living room, watching him as he sat and pat the seat beside him.

"I was just hoping for a relatively quiet night right now, but eventually we can move to my bedroom."

Adam watched as Mitch sat and stretched. He focused on the long legs, up to grey socks he seemed to wear constant. His eyes stayed a second on the crotch before moving to his waist, where he got a glimpse of skin – and abs! – underneath his T-shirt. He kept comparing Mitch's broad chest and shoulders to the smaller versions of his previous female lovers... and he had to admit Mitch looked healthier. And looked better too. "He's like... perfect..."

Mesmerized by the body, Adam took a few seconds to react when Mitch stated he was getting cold. He shook his head slightly and grabbed the man's waist, forcing him to rest on his chest. As the blond male relaxed in his arms, he got hold of the remote and turned the TV on. Newscast. Almost instantly, Adam lowered the volume, zapping through the channels.

That's when it hit him again; he felt strangely fine with the fact he was cuddling with another guy, although this time it was less private than a bedroom. What bothered him was the fact it didn't bother him. At all.

Mitch's voice rose again. "Aww I wanna watch cartoons" he said once Adam had gone a few channels further than the cartoons. He backtracked a few channels and zoned out again, gently running his fingers through the wavy blonde hair resting over his chest.

He had done things like that, but most of the times, the girls he wound up with wanted to watch those boring romance comedies like "How to lose a guy in 10 days" and "Lake House". With Mitch, on the other hand, they could settle in front of the Simpsons and enjoy it together; the girls he had been with would've whined until they were watching something they liked.

"Double standards suck..."

Adam looked at the screen, paying attention to the voices for a second. Mitch was muttering the French dialogue in a barely noticeable English accent. He had never heard Mitch speak French often, but he loved guessing how he was going to pronounce words.

He couldn't say he didn't enjoy Mitch's company. It was fun to have such a friendship with another man – not too intimate, but intimate enough so that they were a bit more then friends. He wasn't so sure how it'd turn out if he ever started dating Raelene... if only he could even bother asking her out. The more he was spending time with her, the more he thought it was nice just the way it was. After all, maybe he wasn't her type of man, maybe she simply wanted a friend... maybe it was the whole reason she hung out with gay men.

On the other hand, he felt much more comfortable with Mitch. Going out with someone who has similar interests, who knows how to please you, who gives you time to yourself yet likes to spend time with you... it was a healthy relationship. Mitch never sounded as if he was forced to watch TV, play games, go outside. Instead, these were activities he enjoyed as well. At the same time, they didn't spend all their time together. Each had a bit of freedom which they appreciated.

The Simpsons were almost done when Adam was brought out of his thoughts by Mitch's loud snicker. The blonde man shifted slightly and smiled at him, puckering his lips as he waited for a kiss. Adam complied and hugged Mitch as he kissed him softly.

Adam watched as Mitch's large hand grabbed the remote. For a split second, he could imagine that the long object was his cock... and made efforts to stop staring at it. However, it had gotten him quite curious on how a handjob would feel with these hands... "Wanna touch another remote?" he asked, grinning.

Mitch's eyes widened as he cracked up. "Your remote? Anytime, hotstuff. Can we move to your bedroom?"

Adam jerked his head in the kitchen's direction. "Dude, I'm not doing this with my sister around."

"Alright then. To the bedroom!" In a Superman fashion, Mitch raised his arm in the air heroically, got up and ran out of the living room, followed by Adam who was, once again, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What a kid."

Once inside the bedroom, Adam closed the door and sat on his bed, observing Mitch. "Let me be clear-"

Mitch smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Adam, think I'd really think you'd let me give you a handjob?" At least he hadn't taken it seriously. Good.

"Nevermind, you played along..."

Laughing, Mitch sat down beside his boyfriend. "Thought so. Had you been serious I'd have been pretty damn shocked. Wouldn't have been like you." There was a short moment of silence, broken by Mitch's voice. "I met a hot guy at the gym."

This sentence seemed to spark up Adam's interest. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. His name is Ian, he's like seven feet tall and he's got the muscles, man... he's a boxer of some sort."

Adam's face suddenly becamse serious. A guy like this couldn't technically sound as if he was gay, but he knew better than judging a book by his cover. "And he's gay?"

"My gaydar went way up when I saw him, and we started talking... he gave me his phone number. Thought it was a bit fast but hey... I like it fast." He paused again, as if he was waiting for approbation. "Think I should call him tomorrow? I told him I wasn't going out seriously with another guy – in this case you – so...?"

"Got nothing to lose by calling him back, no? Except your sanity."

"Can't lose what you don't have" Mitch promptly replied, leaning on Adam. "But for now I just wanna stay here and do nothing. I'm starting to feel sore from the workout."

Adam teased him. "Aww, poor baby. If I was remotely good at massages I'd offer you one right now. I'd take my shirt off, would fetch the massage oil from the bathroom..."

Mitch groaned loudly. "Don't fucking tease me, asshole."

"And I'd hit you with it?" Adam continued, pretending to hit Mitch with an invisible massage oil, hoping to stop the other man's fantasy. "Unless you like that kinda thing."

Mitch shook his head. S&M was definitively not his thing. "You know, I'll pass on that. If I wanna get hit I'll turn on my computer or a console and play a shooter."

Adam chuckled and got up. "If I had two monitors I could hook one up to my computer and the other to a console, we could play something on the internet. However, I do have consoles hooked up on this one. A little Tekken match sounds good to you?" he asked, handing a controller to Mitch, who eagerly took it.

"Hell yeah! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

~ ~ ~ ~

It was well past midnight when both men got tired of playing video games. In the meantime, Adam had taken for a shower, while Mitch had gone to buy a few snacks from the cornershop down the street.

"It's so fucking warm" Adam said as he opened the window in his room. "Usually it's not that bad but still. This is a stupid question, but I thought I should ask it anyways." He paused for a few seconds, looking unsure on how he was going to ask. "Mind if I sleep naked?"

Mitch rolled his eyes. What kind of question was that? Wasn't the answer going to be obvious? "You're supposed to be my boyfriend and you ask for my permission to sleep naked? Never thought I'd see the day..."

It was Adam's turn to roll his eyes, taking his shirt off, then his pants and finally, his boxers. He didn't feel uncomfortable around the equally naked gay man now sprawled on his side of the bed. After all, they had to act like a couple. He kept mentally repeating that there wouldn't be anything remotely sexual, but he knew what to expect when he'd wake up; with Mitch in his arms.

Adam took a short while to fall asleep. He threw the blankets off his chest, revealing his somewhat pale skin, which contrasted with his dark brown hair. The last thing he remembered, before fallig asleep, was Mitch's well-toned body...

A loud grunt woke him up a few minutes later. Adam groaned as well, shifting around to see where the noise was coming from. Mitch was tossing and turning every now and then, obviously not able to sleep at all. "Is everything okay?" Adam asked to the blonde man, leaning on his arm to look over the other body.

"Well... can I be honest?" Mitch asked, turning around again, this time to face Adam. He waited for his friend's nod to continue. "I keep thinking about Ian and it's making me horny... can you imagine the size of his dick? Just thinking about what he could do to me turns me on. I'm rock hard..."

Adam chuckled and leaned over Mitch, wrapping his arm around the broad shoulders, forcing him to get closer. The blonde man tensed up but offered no resistence anyways. He was simply susprised by Adam's sudden change in attitude. The hand on his member, however, was more surprising. Mitch turned his head as much as he could, trying to see Adam's face. Peaceful.

Adam's mind raced as he slowly pumped Mitch's shaft. It was such an awkward, strange feeling to literally feel another man like this. It was so different than masturbating... he didn't feel it. Someone else did.

And yet it wasn't a horrible feeling. Adam ran his other hand over Mitch's upper body, paying attention to the abs and pecs. He almost forgot that he was giving him a handjob, and picked up the pace. He could now hear soft moans between heavy, comfortable breaths. Adam closed his eyes for a second and remembered what it felt like when his girlfriends did the same for him. The hands, the kisses, the feeling of another body around himself...

Now he was the one who did it for someone else.

Adam felt Mitch's body arcing. The moans were louder as the blonde man started thrusting in the hand. Did Adam do the same? Was he always so lost into the moment? And what about the girls he had been with, had he ever done something along the lines? Well he never gave them a handjob, but he couldn't recall being so attentive to them. Then why was it so different with Mitch? Aside the gender difference...

Or maybe it was that gender difference which made all the difference. Maybe he was gay after all. Considering his current position – giving a handjob to another man – it made sense. He gently kissed and nibbled the skin at the base of Mitch's neck, as he continued the hand movement, increasing the speed.

Time seemed to pass slowly, as he was not used to be the active one – and when he was active with himself, he could feel it, at least... he'd eventually take care of his own hard-on. Or maybe Mitch would. He could only hope.

Adam felt the other body tensed up again; Mitch was about to climax. His free hand went back up to to the blond wavy hair and pushed it away, then playfully flicked the earlobe with his tongue. His eyes stopped on the chest again, climbing up to Mitch's gaping mouth, from which a few moans escaped every now and then, louder and louder.

The next thing he knew is that his hand was covered in a thick liquid. Mitch moaned again as his body went limp again, his breath slower. He watched Mitch as he shifted positions and rest his head on his chest. It didn't last long, as Adam had to push his friend off in order to wipe his hand with a tissue. "Well, it wasn't so bad," he thought. "I might do it again... he likes it after all. It wasn't supposed to be serious but hey, this wasn't supposed to happen either." He took one last, long look at the blonde man sleeping beside him and rested his head on the pillow, scooting close to Mitch.

~ ~ ~ ~

The alarm clock rang at seven o'clock; Mitch jumped at the sound, and sleepily stared at Adam for a second before rubbing his eyes. He watched as the brown-haired man slid off the bed, barely looking at Mitch in the process. Maybe he was getting used to the other man's presence, or maybe he was trying to ignore it. Mitch could only hope it wasn't the second...

"So... did you sleep well?" he inquired, still dazed, and distracted by Adam's naked frame.

"Yeah, I did. How about you?"

Mitch nodded. "Same." He slowly got up as well, grabbing his underwear and putting it on.

It was an awkward moment – both men realized what had happened last night, and both seemed strangely uncomfortable about it. Of course Adam had crossed several lines, but Mitch couldn't say it was a bad thing. He had been waiting for something like it to happen for a while, and he wasn't expecting it at all. After all, it had been with Adam...

Mitch looked at the other man from the corner of his eyes. "Why did you do that? I'm kinda curious..." he asked quietly, unsure of why he was asking this. Deep inside, he expected Adam to blow up at him in a tragic movie-like fashion.

Adam turned around as he zipped his jeans up. "You looked so... I can't say "needy" but you did need to be close to someone. I hope you didn't feel rushed or anything."

Mitch chuckled softly. "Rushed? Nah. I was actually waiting for something along those lines. I wasn't expecting a handjob at all though. At most I thought you were gonna say that it didn't bother you if I jerked off in your bed."

Adam laughed at the comment and took a dark red t-shirt off his drawer. "At least you enjoyed it. That's good."

"Did you like it?"

The brown-haired man nodded. If he hadn't liked it, he wouldn't even have gone that far. "I gotta admit I did." He offered his hand to Mitch, who grabbed it and let himself get pulled closer to Adam, chuckling again. "Alright, honey, let's grab breakfast quick before the class."