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Kingfisher nation
Kip: Guys I’m doing it
Kip: I signed up for tboy wrestling 🏳️⚧️🥳
Kyle: SHIRTLESS KIP 👏 SHIRTLESS KIP 👏 SHIRTLESS KIP 👏
Shawn: Diva you’re crazy and I’m 100% here for it
Maria: unrepentant whore of a man ffs
Elena: wait isn’t your ex doing that Kip
Kip: uhhhhhhhhhh
Elena: CHRISTOPHER GRADY ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION
The Kingfisher deciding to host tboy wrestling was basically a golden opportunity for Kip to show off his recent gains at the gym, vent the stresses of wading through a PHD and throw around/get thrown around by a bunch of hot men.
To Kip it was basically a win/win situation. Elena, who had scoured the sign up sheet, didn’t seem so sure.
They were sitting in a little curtained corner in the backroom of the Kingfisher, Elena covering Kip’s face in translucent powder, when she said “you know you’re scheduled to fight against Scott right?”
Subtly or delicacy had never been her strong suit.
“Yeah, I’ve seen the lineup. It’s fine. I’m fine” Kip suspected the stress in his voice gave away how not fine he was but she didn’t press much further than that.
“Are you not concerned that your supervisor is gonna see this?”
“Simon is going through a divorce. He doesn’t give a fuck what I’m doing on a random Saturday in June.”
Elena raised an eyebrow disbelievingly but continued to paint glitter green over Kip’s eyelids. Her cherry red nails ruffled their way through Kip’s curls once, affectionately before pulling back.
“Ok Kipstopher, that’s you done, mr big scary wrestler”
When Kip had requested brat green, Elena had certainly answered that call. Green coated Kip’s eyes, his cheekbones, his cupid's bow, even the tips of his hair. All slightly varying hues but unquestionably moulding an identity.
Her arms wrapped around him from behind, squeezing the blue, white and pink towel he’d covered his chest with. “Just try to keep that huge gorgeous brain safe. There are undergrads all the way up and down the east coast who’ll need you to grade their papers one day.”
“Hey I could always just become arm candy for some 68 year old sugar daddy”
Elena pressed a kiss at the crown of his head. “Good luck with that one babe.”
The voice trailing out from the other side of the door confirmed that, yep Scott was definitely there already. Kip felt his asscheeks clench.
The problem with Scott had been that he was so very close to perfect.
He was polite and kind and silly in a way that had managed to charm even Elena and Kyle when they’d first met him. Best sex Kip had ever had by a mile. He recycled, trolled republicans on Facebook (the only social media site he was on) and looked like sex on legs.
Scott was just, in Elena’s words, ‘the double closeted double whammy.’ A queer trans man who needed Kip to feign cishetness along with him.
Well, Kip had never gotten on particularly with the closet. It wasn’t a place he had any inclination to go back into. So the relationship imploded. Dramatically and entirely.
Scott came out two years later. Kip, who was not hung up on him, still sought out his statuses on a burner account.
Last photo uploaded- 27th June 2024. Scott with his hands draped in a trans pride flag surrounded by his well meaning ally friends. Smile wobbly in an overwhelmed kind of way.
He wasn’t evil, even though it would have been easier to paint him that way.
He just was, in that inconvenient, human way that made him difficult as fuck for Kip to genuinely hate.
So Kip had no reason to take umbrage with the two of them both choosing to participate in horny transmasc wrestling. Kip didn’t own queer communal spaces.
Elena pressed him into another hug before he emerged into the baking air of midday in summer. “He makes you cry, I’ll kick his ass.”
Kip didn’t bother pointing out that even just being in the same room as Scott would make him cry. Instead he let her rub a star shape on his shoulder until they separated.
“Love you babe”
“Love you too diva”
Scott was already standing in the ring when Kip emerged, leaning back to talk to a guy with a pink mullet and sparkly jeans. He’d threaded blue glitter through his chest hair and was wearing shorts so small they might as well have not been there at all.
Their eyes locked for a second. One solitary moment of eye contact. Kip swore he could see Scott swallow. He ignored it.
Kip was good at putting on a show. The commentators roared with laughter at Kip pretending to give oral to himself and miming grabbing a plastic folding chair from the audience.
The fight was set to be a more traditional type of wrestling but the ending was scripted. Kip already knew that he was meant to lose (though the thought of being pinned down by Scott didn’t exactly feel like losing.)
It was a surreal experience, sweet, dorky Scott bodyslamming him. As surreal as grappling with his ex boyfriend, oiled up after a four year absence.
The commentators were remarking something about Scott’s technique, how swift and agile he was in escaping Kip’s attempts to pin him but Kip wasn’t fucking listening.
He was thinking about Scott’s nose, small and graceful, covered in a dusting of blue powder. His lips, which he knew from experience were soft, never chapped. His beard, which had grown out from scratchy stubble when he was early on t to thick but contained. His arms, his thighs, his dick.
Kip, who knew not to piss off the organisers, let Scott pin him by the end of the minute. Even knowing that he could have easily flipped them. They’d done enough playfighting during sleepovers at Scott’s.
A trickle of sweat running down Scott’s bicep managed to drop into Kip’s mouth. Shit.
The referee was indicating for Scott to get up, claim his victory. Scott wasn’t listening to him.
“Hi”
Kip could feel his mouth going sandpaper dry.
“Hi”
“So I’m out now” Kip stared into Scott’s huge, puppy dog eyes as he agreed that yes, Scott was out now.
“I missed you. A lot. And I’m out now”
Typical Hunter intensity. It was gratifying to know that Kip hadn’t been the only one spending long nights alone, imagining what ifs.
The crowd were getting restless. Kip could practically hear Elena smacking her palm to her forehead as he snuck in a “wanna really give them a show?”
Scott held his face with an impressive amount of gentleness, considering he still had Kip pinned to the ring floor and kissed him.
They were cutting well into the time of the next match, as Kip snaked an arm up to cling to the rippling muscles of Scott’s shoulder. They were making out with great intensity, blue and green dust blending seamlessly
Four years and it was like they’d never been apart. And they were being watched by 200 other trans people. And Kip was kind of turned on.
It was ok
The referee basically had to pull them apart and usher them away after five minutes. Kip definitely had a hickey over his left pectoral.
Shawn, Maria and Kyle all seemed to find the entire thing hilarious shouting, “get it diva!” Elena mouthed idiot at him but then I’m happy for you.
Scott looked fucking wrecked. His makeup has rubbed off from all of the kissing, he also had several dark hickies forming and he almost walked straight off before Kip caught him gently by the wrist.
“So. It’s been a while”
Kip had forgotten the radiant way Scott’s eyes sparkled when he was happy.
“It really has been. I have missed you. I mean I already said that but I have”
Kip let his fingers run up and down Scott’s arm. “I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing each other again”
Scott grinned widely. “I’m game”
“You just might wanna avoid my place for a while because Elena is still half planning on decapitating you and feeding your innards to the pigeons”
During their intoxicating but fleeting four month relationship, Kip had seen Scott laugh four times maximum. Even then, that was contained. Like a butterfly with clipped wings.
Scott now laughed with his whole body, face screwed up and torso doubled over. Kip felt like he could count every freckle that adorned his face, a visual symphony.
“As long as it won’t trigger a search and rescue party, do you wanna go to IHOP? Been craving pancakes all fucking week man”
It was a question that didn’t need to be answered with words. All Kip had to do was balance on his tiptoes and press their kiss swollen lips together once more, before running off, Scott snorting too hard to keep up properly.
He got an earful from his department the following Monday, lying in the bed of a place that wasn’t his but soon could be. Totally worth it.