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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks as if their lives depend on it.
All over a simple wager.
"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."
It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.
It's a chance.
Luke gets a sturdy hold on Jamie's shirt, and rushes forward, pushing and pinning him to the floor. The drunken boxer struggles against him, but the combined weight of Luke's grip and fatigue from a long fight drains the energy out of him. Eventually, he stops. He can't win this now. Only the sound of them panting remains. Jamie is ruined under him, face red and hair loose from its braid. He didn't drink at all throughout the match, which was strange. Usually when they brawl, there would be at least one or two sips from his gourd.
"Ugh, you're too fuckin' big, man. Are your arms packed with bricks or something? Shit...," the yellow clad fighter grumbles. Luke releases him and stands up. He offers him a hand, and unsurprisingly, Jamie refuses it, getting up on his own. He sweeps back his long, black hair and looks for where his hair band has gone off to, then goes over to pick it up.
"Don't be a sore loser. Are you gonna back out of the deal too?" Luke crosses his arms, waiting for his rival to collect himself. Jamie rolls his eyes.
"The great Jamie Siu doesn't go back on his words. I'm the one who suggested it anyway," he says as he ties his hair back in a loose ponytail. He's too tired for a braid right now. "So what do you want? Food?"
Jamie turns to face him, but Luke doesn't meet his gaze. He seems to be deep in thought, though he's staring at his opponent.
Does he have a giant bruise on his face or something? Why is he staring?
"Hello? Did I hit ya on the head too hard? Pick something already." He's getting impatient. First his plan got ruined, and now he's being tortured by his opponent's indecisiveness. It's pretty odd, since Luke is always so straightforward. He must be thinking real hard on how he could humiliate him.
"I want you...to repeat what I say," Luke finally answers after another minute of contemplation. Jamie raises an eyebrow at him.
"That's it?" He puts a hand on his hip. Honestly, he's a little disappointed. A chance to make him do whatever he wants and the guy chooses to play Simon Says. But that's fine. He'll let it pass, just this once.
"Whenever you're ready, big guy."
Luke takes a deep breath to bolster himself. He keeps eye contact with Jamie as he begins.
"I."
"I," Jamie says after him. Weird start. Maybe he's making him say a humiliating line or something.
"...love." Luke steps closer. There's a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.
"L-love?" Jamie stutters, face turning red as well. He's taken aback by Luke approaching him. No way. No fucking way.
Luke stops. They're standing chest-to-chest now. Jamie is looking up at him with wide eyes.
"..."
The training center is silent. Luke can feel the heat radiating from Jamie's tan skin. Jamie's top is open, showing off the expanse of his smooth chest. Luke sometimes wonders how he doesn't have any scars, even though he seems to get into as many fights as he does.
"You," he finishes, nearly whispering. Both of them are flushed all the way down to their necks. Blue eyes look pleadingly to his object of affection. He's done it. He has confessed.
Now he can only hope that Jamie will accept it.
Fuck, why the hell did he think this was a good idea? Maybe he can laugh it off and say it's a prank. Jamie would understand, right?
"You."
Luke's eyes fall shut. Hearing Jamie say those three words makes him so happy, but knowing that they're probably not true just turns the happiness into a heavy weight that gnaws at him from inside.
He senses Jamie grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down.
Luke braces for impact.
And feels Jamie's lips press against his own.
His eyes fly open in surprise, but closes again as he melts into it. Luke pulls Jamie in, one hand finding his lower back and the other coming up to cradle his face. It began sweet, but a swipe of Jamie's tongue on his lips startles him into breaking the kiss.
"You better not be messing with me, Sullivan, or it's gonna be my fist meeting your face," Jamie growls, sharp eyes burning with passion. Luke feels like his heart can blast off straight into space. He couldn't stop the smile from blooming even if he tried.
"Nah. You of all people should know I don't lie." He gives Jamie a peck on the cheek. He's full on hugging him now, and Jamie is hugging him back! He kisses him again, and again, and again-
"Ookay, that's enough. Leave some for later too, dumbass." Jamie's palm blocks his advances. He looks away from Luke, but his cheeks are flaming red.
"Aww, is the great Jamie Siu defeated by a couple kisses?" Luke coos. Guess he got a little too eager there.
"No, 'cus if you don't stop, I might just fuck you right here." Jamie grins, glancing back at him. Luke sputters in indignation.
"Jamie!" His hold loosens just enough for his rival (or lover? Are they lovers now?) to wriggle out.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughs, "I rather do it on a bed." He starts walking towards the door. Where does this guy think he's going?!
"Why you-" Luke catches up to Jamie and scoops him up from behind, holding him in a princess carry, earning a squawk of surprise and a hit on the chest.
"Just for that, I'm taking you back to my place. Better be prepared to get stuck in bed all day tomorrow," he huffs. Call him brash or whatever, but if Jamie wants to tease him like this, he'll do it right back. He's not afraid!
"Cocky much? Don't disappoint me." Jamie drags the tip of his index finger under Luke's chin, like he's caressing an animal. Luke shivers and his smile widens.
"You can bet on it."