Round Two

“Now, I know he’s a tough opponent – he fucking knocked out Han Geng in the second round – but you can take him. He’s fast, but you’re faster. He doesn’t protect his center very well, so remember to get him right in his stomach when he opens it up,” Hyukjae said as he rubbed Donghae’s shoulders, loosening him up for the impending fight. “And whatever you do, don’t do that stupid haymaker shit when you get angry. Don’t let him get into your head – stay cool and keep your eyes on the prize. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

The bell sounded and Donghae rose from his corner, mouthguard in place and gloves already up. He strode to the center of the ring where Lee Sungmin stood, his guard already up and ready to fight. Donghae shifted his balance onto his left foot and set his stance, his right fist pushed slightly forward and his gaze locked directly onto Sungmin’s eyes, trying to read his movements. Those black, emotionless eyes didn’t leave his for a second as he felt a heavy weight crash right into the left side of his ribcage.

Reacting with a heavy jab to Sungmin’s stomach, Donghae shook off the blow and kept going, doing his best to keep his breathing even. They backed off from each other, both circling around and shuffling their feet in time with each other. Sungmin lunged back into the fray, throwing a light left cross and an uppercut right behind it. Donghae barely had time to block the first blow before the uppercut got him right on the chin. He felt a small trickle of blood from a new split lip. He also felt a familiar red haze drop over him, anger clouding his vision.

“Donghae, focus! You know better than this. Block him out!” Hyukjae yelled from the sidelines, leaning over the ropes and ignoring the referee trying to push him out.

He snapped out of his momentary stupor, dodging Sungmin’s straight jab towards his face and landing a solid body blow right in his solar plexus. He heard Sungmin gasp for air as he pulled back and landed a left cross on the other man’s jaw. Sungmin stumbled, but regained his footing and resumed his stance despite his now-labored breathing. Donghae smirked as he saw the other fighter slightly shaken, his façade finally damaged.

Donghae and Sungmin threw themselves at each other, locking themselves in an impasse with neither budging from their position. The referee broke them up, pushing them back to start it over again. This pattern continued, blows landing occasionally while they out-dodged and out-smarted each other, neither being able to read the other’s moves exactly. Equal in ability and strength, they gave no quarter and took none.

The only thing that Donghae had over Sungmin was sheer stamina – Donghae knew how to conserve his energy for the long haul whereas Sungmin went in for fast, one-hit kills. Another solid blow to his torso and a straight jab to his face for insult knocked Sungmin flat on his back and rendered him unwilling to continue as the referee counted him out.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer yelled into the microphone, “we have a new middleweight champion – Lee Donghae!” He stepped into the ring, made his way over to where Donghae stood, and raised Donghae’s gloved hand above his head to signify his triumph, the screams of the crowd drowning out anything else the emcee had to say. They draped the championship belt over his shoulder and led him out of the ring, the crowd still chanting his name.

The fight coordinator, Kim Youngwoon, patted Donghae on the back as they met in the locker room. “You did great, kid. Odds were against you, but you made it. The check for the purse will be in the office for you tomorrow morning; you just go home and get some shut-eye. You earned it.” After Hyukjae took off his gloves and wrappings, he headed straight for home, not even bothering to change out of his shorts and boots.

When Donghae walked into his apartment and saw his boyfriend waiting for him on the couch, he raised the belt up and grinned with triumph.

“Oh my gosh,” Kyuhyun said, looking confused and half-upset, half-thrilled.

“I get the money tomorrow,” Donghae said proudly as he set the belt over the back of the couch.

“And you get a shower now,” Kyuhyun stated, motioning towards their small bathroom. “God, could he have beaten you up anymore?”

“But, Kyuhyun, I won!” Donghae exclaimed as he followed him into the bathroom.

While Kyuhyun kneeled to dig the first aid kit out of their small bathroom cabinet, Donghae stripped and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist.

“It was great,” Donghae said. “You should have been there, babe. It was Lee Sungmin! The Lee Sungmin! And I beat him.”

Kyuhyun nodded, but he was barely listening as Donghae grabbed his waist while he fiddled with the zipper on the bag.

Donghae grinned as he told Kyuhyun all about the fight, routinely helping him up to sit on the counter and then resting his elbows on Kyuhyun’s knees as he started cleaning the blood that ran down the side of Donghae’s face from a cut on his eyebrow.

“You should have blocked better,” Kyuhyun chided.

Donghae scoffed and moved away to demonstrate parts of the fight towards an invisible target.

“Come back,” Kyuhyun said with exasperation as Donghae leaned into the shower and turned on the water.

“I was just turning on the water,” Donghae said impishly. Donghae finally did as he was told and moved back between his boyfriend’s knees, patting an excited rhythm on the sides of Kyuhyun’s thighs.

“How much was it?” Kyuhyun asked quietly.

“Enough to get that apartment you’ve been eyeing,” Donghae replied, leaning back to get a good look at Kyuhyun’s face as he said it.

Rolling his eyes, Kyuhyun held Donghae’s chin and tilted his face to the side slightly. “Well… good job, then.”

Turning his face back around against Kyuhyun’s hands, Donghae grinned and squeezed his leg. “You really think so? I –”

Kyuhyun leaned in and covered Donghae’s mouth with his own. Maybe it was only an attempt to silence him and get him to hold still, but Donghae felt more to it. He slid his arms around Kyuhyun’s waist and tilted his head to lean in, slipping his tongue into the kiss.

When Kyuhyun’s hands came up with the intentions to stop him, Donghae gently pushed them away and pulled Kyuhyun across the counter closer. He hummed with satisfaction when Kyuhyun set what was in his hands on the counter and wrapped an arm around his neck, the other trailing down his chest.

As soon as he felt himself hardening, he knew what he wanted. He jerked Kyuhyun’s hips closer to his own, almost pulling him off the countertop and pressed his tongue deeper into his mouth. He put his hand on the foggy mirror behind Kyuhyun for support and used the other to wrap one of his legs around his waist.

He felt Kyuhyun’s other leg wrap around his waist on its own accord, drawing him closer to Kyuhyun’s own hardening length hidden in his shorts. He grinded himself against the other’s groin, smirking into his kisses as he heard Kyuhyun release the smallest of gasps. They were both breathing hard as the steam continued to fill the small bathroom and made oxygen scarce. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he felt Kyuhyun pull the towel off from around his waist and his hand sink down to stroke his fully hardened cock.

“Just going to jump right into it?” Donghae laughed as he pulled away from Kyuhyun’s lips. He turned his attention to Kyuhyun’s earlobe, licking and lightly nibbling it. “So, tell me,” he murmured as he paused his ministrations, “Lube still in the right drawer? Condoms, too?” Kyuhyun nodded and gasped as Donghae resumed his attention to his ear while his hand reached down to pull off Kyuhyun’s shorts. He took his other hand away from his lover’s thigh and reached in the nearest drawer, finding what he needed.

Kyuhyun took the condom out of Donghae’s hand, tearing the package open and unrolling it over Donghae’s length hurriedly as Donghae popped open the bottle of lube and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. Kyuhyun shifted his hips upward and let his shoulders and head rest on the mirror behind him, not caring about the steam soaking his shirt. He slipped a slicked-up finger inside Kyuhyun and was met with little resistance. Only a second finger in and he had Kyuhyun begging for his dick.

Donghae wiped his fingers off on a nearby towel and settled himself in between Kyuhyun’s spread legs. He gripped Kyuhyun’s hips and swiftly drove himself in, nearly burying himself in the other man completely. He kept himself from moving further, letting Kyuhyun adjust to the intrusion. He heard Kyuhyun mewl for more as his lover’s fingers wove their way through his soaked strands and pulled him close for a searing hot kiss. Taking it as a sign to start, he started fucking Kyuhyun into the counter, his hands moving away from the other’s hips to his thighs to hold them in place.

“Donghae,” Kyuhyun panted, breaking away from their kiss, “the shower – it’s still running. Do something – ah – about it.”

Donghae growled at Kyuhyun to remove his shirt, placing his arms around his neck and picking him up around the waist as soon as the offending piece of clothing was on the floor. He carried him the short distance to the shower where he brought them inside and shut the door. The steaming hot water immediately soaked them as Donghae shoved Kyuhyun onto the wall and resumed his thrusts, his arms supporting Kyuhyun’s slighter frame against the wall. Water ran down their intertwined bodies, igniting more sensations all over their skin in addition to the intense pleasure drowning them both.

“Kyu,” Donghae ground out. “My arms are kinda tired. Can I put you down?” he begged as he tried his best to continue his rhythm. Kyuhyun nodded as he let himself down and Donghae pulled away from him. Always a step ahead, Kyuhyun knelt down and positioned himself on the shower floor on all fours, water cascading down his back. Leaving no time to admire the sight, Donghae met him down on the shower floor behind him and re-entered him, Kyuhyun moaning out Donghae’s name. Donghae fucked him relentlessly, his hands gripping Kyuhyun’s hips tight as he drove his own hips against the other’s ass. He leaned down to press light kisses against the other’s back and shoulders, whispering words of lust and need.

“I-I’m almost…,” Kyuhyun whined as he felt his orgasm impending. “Fuck, Hae, I’m so close.” Donghae reached down and grasped Kyuhyun’s neglected shaft, pumping it only a few times before Kyuhyun came all over his hand and the shower floor. He felt himself get closer with Kyuhyun’s hole tightening around him, his own rhythm becoming more and more erratic. A few more thrusts and he felt his own climax hit, seemingly never-ending waves of pleasure flooding through him as he became numb to the steaming water running down his face, the bruises that mottled his skin, and damn near everything beyond his ecstasy.

Regaining their senses, Kyuhyun and Donghae got up off the shower floor to clean themselves of all the sweat and other fluids accumulated throughout the night, being as gentle as possible with respect to Kyuhyun’s sore backside and Donghae’s sore everything. They toweled each other off and Donghae managed to sit still as Kyuhyun sterilized and bandaged up all of his cuts. They finally made it to their bed, Donghae almost passing out as soon as he hit the cotton sheets.

Kyuhyun decided to wait until the morning – when they had the check in hand – to ask Donghae about perhaps giving up boxing, but instead he settled for just having his champion safely in his arms for the night.