Lance Agnar

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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IT ended as fast as it had started & Lance almost fell backwards once Maddox pushed him aside, screaming to his face that he wasn’t gay. Yes, he knew that. He knew that & he hated that little detail about Maddox. But he couldn’t think about anything else other than the kiss. As quick as it had been, the fighter couldn’t even react when Maddox spoke something about signing papers, his mind still trying to wrap itself around how soft Maddox’s lips were. How perfect they had felt against his own, how it made his heart beat so much faster & his legs actually tremble. No one else made him feel that way. No other kiss had stolen his breathe like that & made him feel like the entire world was made of sunshine & daisies. The fighter leaned against the wall, now alone with his thoughts & a raging erection that was threatening to rip through his pants at any moment. Lance brought his fingers to his lips, shivering at the mere memory of how their lips felt when he kissed Maddox. His heart was threatening to abandon his chest now. Maybe he… could go to his room. Lance stumbled on his feet, too drunk with a mere kiss to even think straight, up to the moment where he remembered about the wallet. Shit. For a moment, Lance hesitated in front of Maddox’s room, wondering if he should knock. He was probably the last person Maddox would want to see right now. Placing his hand against the door, Lance arched one eyebrow as it opened to give him passage, almost as if inviting him in. As silently as possible, the fighter stepped inside his manager’s room only to hear the running water, realizing that Maddox was naked not too far from where he was. Curiosity took the best of him, leaving the wallet by the entrance door & Lance adventured himself further into Maddox’s room, leaning against the partially opened door to the bathroom. He could hear the water alright… but it wasn’t the only thing he could hear. There was moaning too. Moans that went straight to his crotch & made the fighter suppress a moan of his own. How badly he wanted to take a peak at Maddox in all of his glory, his erection once more protesting against his pants. Probably jerking off about the women at the club. Pleasuring himself thinking about them. Their boobs, their asses, their long legs… Lance clenched his jaw & closed his eyes, fighting against the urge to join Maddox in the shower as another one of his friend’s moans reached his ears. He needed to leave. Now. He needed his own room & a shower. He needed to take care of his murdering erection or get someone to take care of it. Unfortunately the person he wanted more than anyone was not inclined. But he needed to leave. And so he did.

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

Maddox sighed, fixing his jacket as he slumped down into the passenger seat of the car and looked ahead of him.  "You don’t have to apologize,“ he spoke simply enough as he continued to stare ahead as he buckled up.  Things were really awkward all of a sudden and Maddox wasn’t necessarily sure how they were supposed to handle things.  "The bets not important,” though he had been the winner, that should still account for something, “I just want to go back to my room.  I’m getting tired,” he shrugged his shoulders as he made a quick glance towards his friend though said nothing else - making it quite the quiet car ride for the both of them.  He couldn’t help it though, all he could think about was Lance and what he had done back at the club.  Why had he behaved like that when before the night even began he was urging him to find a woman to take home for the night?  He was confused, sighing as he ran his hands through his hair trying to figure out what in the fucking world was going on all of a sudden.  When the Haus came into sight he situated himself better, sitting up so that when he turned the ignition off Maddox quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his door before Lance could get to it.  He had been so caught up in his own world that he tripped getting out of the car, his wallet falling from his back pocket as he straightened himself up and smoothed out his jacket.  He still felt stupid having no shirt underneath it, but he could blame that on his antics at the club.  "I’m going to head up to my room,“ he sighed as he looked over at the other with a soft smile, "I had fun tonight, it was nice catching up…i’ll see myself to my room,” with that he walked past Lance and towards the doors of the Haus stuffing his hands in his pockets.

THINGS were awkward. As he drove in silence back to the Haus, Lance couldn’t help but to feel absolutely guilty about everything. He had been so jealous & so caught up in the moment that he ruined Maddox’s night altogether. With a sigh, the fighter watched as Maddox stepped out of the car & bid him goodnight, saying that he would see himself to his room alone. Should he stay? Should he go? It took a bit for Lance to decide himself, cursing under his breathe as he got out of the car quickly, stepping on something that stroke him as a wallet. Maddox’s wallet. He needed to give that back to him. Putting the wallet on the back pocket of his pants, Lance launched himself in a frenzy race after his friend. The elevator doors had closed & the fighter growled under his breathe, turning around to make a run for it when it came to the stairs. He needed to reach Maddox. To say he was sorry. To say… anything about what happened so that things wouldn’t be left like that. “Maddox!” Lance could feel his heart about to jump off his mouth as he reached his friend’s floor, almost tripping on his feet while stumbling against the wall. “Maddox, wait!” The fighter grunted once more, running towards the hallway where Maddox’s room was. Fuck… was he too late? “Maddox… Maddox, I…” At least he didn’t enter his room. At least he was there. Looking even more perfect than back in the club, his torso appearing from underneath his shirt. Those blue eyes of his…? Lance swallowed whatever thing he had on his throat & approached Maddox carefully, his mouth opening & closing several times. “I’m sorry, alright? I was jealous & I was stupid & you have every right to be mad at me. When I saw the way she was touching you? I…” Fuck it. Lance cupped his friend’s face & pulled him for a kiss. A gentle kiss that nearly made him collapse once their lips met, the slightest hint of pressure between them. Yes, he had lost the bet & he had no right to do that. But he couldn’t help himself. Not anymore.

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

Maddox was losing himself in the touch, thinking of Lance’s half naked form near him, imagining it being his palm in his lap, but soon was shaken from his fantasies when he felt a strong hand around his wrist.  The girl huffed when Maddox was pulled away, the manager looking clueless as he had no idea what was happening, but he could hear Lance telling her of the bet.  His eyes widened as he looked between the chick and his best friend, opening his mouth to say something only to be silenced with a slap, a sting against his cheek as he quickly stepped back a few paces to try to figure out what was going on.  Fuck, that had hurt more than he had expected it to, but it only shook him for a second - rubbing his cheek for a second as he looked completely bewildered towards his best friend.  "But we-“ there were more clubs?  Why leave when they were doing so damn good here?  He sighed as he collected himself, putting his thoughts back together, and as he looked down at himself he felt rather foolish.  What in the world had just happened?  Could he have actually thought that he could compete with a sex god like Lance?  "How about we just head back to the Haus,” he spoke softly as he started towards the entrance.  "I’m not really feeling into the dancing spirit anymore,“ not to mention he still had a raging hard-on that would become uncomfortable soon.  He knew it’d go away, that is until the comfort and privacy of his own room where he’d have to take care of himself.  He walked out into the cool night air and took a breath, feeling the chill as he had kept his shirt on the floor in the club - the buttons popping off making it rather useless.  "I think we’ve had enough excitement for the night,” he added wondering why Lance had done that, especially when he’d had all those damn hands pawing at his affections.   

IT was probably the worst thing he could have done, especially after watching the woman slap Maddox across the face. He wanted to chew her head off, but his gaze was on Maddox. He had been so jealous & so foolish that he had ruined his friends night just like that… & all cause he couldn’t bare the sight of someone touching Maddox in a sexual way. He was jealous & he was envious. A dangerous combination of emotions that ruined every thing. Maddox was already on his way out of the club before Lance could say something, moving to the bar to grab his shirt before racing after his friend. “Maddox… wait.” It was cold outside. A bit too cold considering how warmth it had been inside the club. Lance didn’t even bothered to dress his own shirt, simply wanting to reach out to the other & keep him close to him. The place where in his mind was where Maddox belonged. “I’m sorry, alright?” The fighter couldn’t dare to look his friend in the eyes while unlocking his car so that he could grab Maddox’s jacket & gently pull it over his shoulders. “I…” Could he admit such a thing as jealousy? Maddox would think he was out of his mind since he was straight. You can’t be jealous of your straight friend. “I guess I…” A grunt came out of Lance’s lips & he pulled away from Maddox while struggling with his own shirt, unable to stare at him in the eye. He wanted to say sorry. To admit that he was jealous, that he wanted to be in the woman’s place & that he wanted to kiss him in a way that he had never wanted to kiss anyone before. “Maybe we should go. I already ruined our night for us. You kind of won the bet.” Lance sat behind the wheel, clenching his hands around it while give a light shrug. “I didn’t took any of those numbers & according to my math, you have one more number than me. I guess you won. Congratulations.”

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

The second the fighters shirt came off all eyes were on him, and not just Maddox’s but everyone that was around him.  Like vultures grabbing at flesh the hands reached for him, fingers running over the fighters body that had Maddox blatantly staring, admiring even how open and free Lance had been.  He cared less about who was touching him, male or female, instead focusing on the sensations themselves.  Maddox figured he’d never get the chance to be that free, but he had to admit it was absolutely fucking hot.  He was no longer just jealous of the people who got to touch him, but now he was jealous that Lance could behave like that without so much as batting an eye.  Everything about the fighter was slowly starting to cause him to unwind, once again forgetting about where he even was until he felt a girls hand on his cheek drawing his attention to her.  She leaned in, whispered something, and Maddox just looked at her giving her the most gentle of nods.  She apparently was smarter than she looked, sensing that the boys were showing off for a reason, and gave Maddox an idea for an edge.  Without warning she ripped open his shirt, buttons flying as he took a deep breath in, her hands slenderly slipping the fabric from his shoulders watching the shirt fall to the ground.  Great, now there was absolutely no hiding the erection that continued to grow.  She noticed it as she leaned in close, once again whispering something in his ear as her hand cupped his crotch, Maddox closing his eyes as he let out the softest of whimpers and actually found himself grinding into the touch.  This was all becoming too much for him and he needed that release, leaning in giving his full attention to the woman as he brushed his lips against hers while she continued to palm at his pants.  All thoughts were of Lance but her touch still felt good, nowhere near as strong as he’d wanted but enough to distract him.

NUMBERS were coming from left, right & center & with it, the constant touching where it was his chest or some were more bold to actually cup his pants through the fabric. All Lance could do was laugh, pretending to be interested in some of the naughtiest suggestions he had ever heard in his life, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was wishing it were someone else’s hands on him. Someone else’s lips against his neck, someone else’s hands on his pants. And the more he was thinking about Maddox, the worse it was for him to keep himself in check, not just inside his mind but also inside his pants. His eyes searched for Maddox in the crowd, past the men & women touching him in ways that should be considered illegal. Lance was aroused, yes. There was no hiding that or even fighting it back when there was so many people touching him… but once he saw Maddox with another woman? All time seemed to freeze. He saw her rip Maddox’s shirt open & Lance could feel his jaw hit the ground once he saw skin. He had never seen someone as handsome as his manager who was now shirtless & looking absolutely beautiful. So beautiful & mesmerizing that nothing else mattered to him. Not the bet, not the hands on him… Just Maddox. And how that slut was touching him. How her hand was touching Maddox’s groin & how he was reacting. Lance could see red by then. Maddox was having fun with a girl! He should be thrilled & cheering him up. Even give him a fucking thumbs up. It was all great, really… if he ignored how suddenly jealous he was feeling, how his face was burning up. A part of him wanted to just pull Maddox away from that woman & take him into his arms… but that would be such a selfish thing to do. Maddox was having fun. With a woman. That was something he couldn’t defeat. That was a fight he couldn’t win. More hands touched him & Lance dismissed them easily, shrugging back his shoulders & politely refusing anyone else touching him. All he could see was Maddox & that chick brushing their lips together, her hand on his pants… He’s just asking her number. That’s what he was doing. Definitely. Yes. Then why did he want to pull Maddox to him & just… “It’s time.” Lance didn’t even knew what he was doing when his hand closed around Maddox’s wrist to pull him away from that bloody succubus. “We need to go. More clubs to go tonight.” Away from that harpy that had her hands all over Maddox & his perfect shirtless form that was making his mouth water. “Asked for her number? Did you gave him his number? We are kind of collecting skank numbers tonight. You’re skank number five. Bye now!” Jealous was an understatement. Lance knew he was acting foolish & childish but… It was his Maddox.

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

“We always want what we can’t have, it’s simple science,” he smirked though part of him wanted that too.  Maybe he could kiss him on the cheek or something?  He’d seen plenty of straight men do that, offer a friendly sideways kiss, surely that wouldn’t have people looking at him any differently… “For every number you get i’ll get two,” Maddox quipped feeling that competitive edge coming out again, but then again part of him wanted Lance to win the bet.  The bet was simple, that if he lost he owed him a kiss, so it’s not like he would be kissing him out of his own wants and desires - he’d be simply fulfilling his end of the contract, no harm no fowl.  "You could have stayed out there, gotten his number and maybe even a little extra,“ he laughed though it felt uncomfortable talking about that other man.  At least Lance told him flat out that he wasn’t interested in the other, but now he wondered what exactly this fighter was interested in.  Could Maddox compete with the kind of guy that Lance enjoyed?  Why would he even want to compete though, it’s not like he liked him or anything, he was straight after all and straight men didn’t like other men and think about them naked.  Fuck, even when he felt the other patting his lower back he couldn’t help but let out a soft needy breath, hoping that it hadn’t been caught by the other.  Fucking hell he was beautiful, and that masculine strong touch had Maddox damn near trembling, stopping his stride just for a second to feel more of his touch before he cleared his thoughts and looked out into the sea of people again.  "I didn’t tell you what I would have you be doing,” he added as he spun around on his heels grabbing a hold of his friend by the collar as he pulled him closer into the crowd with him towards the center of the room, “besides, you’ve never been a quitter so I know you’ll put your all into our little race to the finish,” he patted his friend on the chest, getting a little more touchy feely just before stepping away.  "Nobody likes a quitter, Mr. Agnar, myself included…“  With that he offered his friend a competitive wink as he pulled in the first woman near him and started to grind against her, his hands immediately finding the small of her back.

MAYBE that was it. People always wanted the forbidden fruit & there was nothing more forbidden than him wanting someone that he couldn’t have. Was that a matter of pride? For someone who was so used to have whoever he wanted with a mere glance & then having someone negative each & every single one of his moves… One thing was people telling him no & playing hard to get. Sooner or later they would come around. But Maddox? He was off-limits in every aspect & for once in his life, Lance didn’t saw that as a challenge but as something else. He wanted what he couldn’t have. That was the cold, harsh truth in all this. “I never said I was giving up.” Not directly. Lance was fully aware that he wasn’t a quitter but the curiosity of knowing what Maddox would ask for him to do was spiking. As long as he spent some time with him, where would be the harm on that? The fighter sustained his breathe as Maddox’s pulled him by his collar, his feet following his manager like a dog on a leash. He’d go wherever Maddox wanted for him to go. And that somewhere was the dance floor, which translated in seeing the other quickly make his move by pulling the first woman he could reach to dance with him. “As you wish…” Lance’s jaw clenched in sudden annoyance, turning his eyes away from Maddox for a brief second. If it was a game he wanted to play… Unbuttoning his shirt, Lance rolled his shoulders back to discard the now useless item of clothing, leaning over the bar counter & ask the bartender if he could keep it there for the time being. In less than nothing, hands were all over his body. Men & women alike, touching & wanting to feel his muscles… and not just the visible ones. “Now, now…” Lance smirked towards Maddox, lifting his hands towards the sudden sea of admirers. “There’s plenty for everyone. All you need to do is… give me your numbers? After that, I’ll even let you touch… whatever you want.”

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

,Maddox stood still as Lance stepped closer, licking his lips as his friend reached out to help adjust his shirt, Maddox’s hands going to his sides to give Lance the space to do what he needed.  Of course Lance was putting him back together as Maddox had gotten himself too hot and bothered.  He should have expected Lance would be the one there to help him come back down to earth.  Though as phone numbers were mentioned Maddox’s eyes grew wide as he looked quickly down at his palm, and sure enough the number that had been written there only moments ago was already smudged and washing off.  He had completely forgot about their bet, holding his hand up so that his friend could see, “this still counts, she was the one dumb enough to write it in the worst fucking place…”  He groaned as he ran his hand through his own hair trying to smooth it out a little.  He looked back into the mirror laughing at the mess he had become, literally not even twenty minutes into being at the club and there was smudged up lipstick on his face and neck, “is this what they mean by being a hot mess?”  He laughed shaking his head when Lance asked if he needed some alone time, knowing that if given that he’d probably end up jerking off right here in the bathroom to calm himself down enough to finish the night.  He didn’t have that kind of time though to leave his friend be, knowing that Lance was a hot commodity outside of the bathroom and by the time he was finished the fighter could be balls deep inside of someone.  Something about that image both caused him arousal and turmoil, “i’m almost done.”  He didn’t want Lance to leave his side, even if there was a charge between them causing Maddox to want to do nothing more than attack his face, “you could have a kiss from anyone here, don’t settle on trying to get mine.”  He chuckled, his heart damn near skipping a beat as he walked towards the door of the bathroom, brushing shoulders with Lance as he opened the door and saw the crowd of people again.  "I’m one ahead of you, you should probably catch up or you’re mine at the end of the night…“

“What if I just want a kiss from you?” Lance asked almost absently, turning to the mirror to adjust himself while keeping a close watch on Maddox through his reflection. That wasn’t the way the night was supposed to go but Maddox seemed to be enjoying himself & that smile on his lips was all the fighter actually cared about. Maybe he was hitting a bit too hard on his straight friend but he simply couldn’t help it. Maddox was attractive & he was absolutely gorgeous. Someone in whom he trusted with his life if it came to it. It was probably the only way he would ever get a kiss from his friend… And if all he would ever get was his friendship & a kiss, Lance could live with that. Maddox was once more back into his life & he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what they had. Maybe he would get jealous down the line or wish for something else, but Maddox was with him now. As his friend. “The night is still young, you know? I can get even more phone numbers if I wanted to.” Which he did cause Lance definitely wanted that kiss. But when they bumped shoulders as Maddox was making his way out of the bathroom, when he said that he would be his at the end of the night? Lance could feel his pants tightening in ways that shouldn’t even be considered remotely legal, closing his eyes to steel himself from committing an insanity. Was it that bad to be Maddox’s for the rest of the night? Maybe he should simply throw down this competition. In the end, Maddox would win no matter the result. He would have enjoyed their night together, he made out with girls & got plenty of attention… & Lance would be with him. Kind of. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” The fighter smirked yet again, patting Maddox’s lower back as they made their way out of the bathroom & once more into the fray & their competition. “It seems that winning or losing, I’d still win, Maddox. Whose really the victorious one between us two?”

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

He never expected Lance to soon be in the bathroom with him, figuring he’d stay out and have his fun with the play thing that was turning him on, so when he heard his name being said it took him a second to turn around and actually make sense of who it had been.  He still felt warm, but as Lance mentioned leaving he sighed and shook his head.  "No, no, I feel fine, that’s not it,“ should Maddox come right out and tell him that the scene that Lance was putting on right infront of him was slowly driving him to a lustful brink of insanity?  "Those women, they just, fuck,” he blamed it on the women instead taking the safer route, “I haven’t been touched like that since my fiancee,” this was the best lie because it meant he could keep the truth kept away.  "I could have probably bent one of them over right then and there and she’d been good with it,“ he laughed as he took another breath, washing his face off with cold water again - having Lance in the bathroom with him was not helping the situation.  Of course his pants becoming awkward as he wished he’d kept his jacket on so that he could at least hide his chubby.  He had an idea though, pulling his shirt out from being tucked in as he watched it fall perfectly over his lap, undoing his tie entirely so that he could unbutton a button or two of his shirt just to cool off a little bit.  "You didn’t do anything,” yes he did, he got Maddox all hot and bothered, but Maddox wasn’t going to come right out and tell him that.  That’s the last thing that he was going to say, so instead he just denied everything.  "This has nothing to do with you, Lance, you’re good, better then good, great, perfect,“ he went as far as to give the man a thumbs up, what the fuck was that even for?  Nobody get thumbs up anymore, hell was it ever something that people did?  "I just needed a minute,” he was being truthful now as he offered his friend a smile, “you could have stayed out there, that dude seemed interested in you…could have been a good thing,” Maddox shrugged his shoulders not wanting to ruin his friends good time.

THERE was concern in Lance’s eyes as the fighter continued to look towards Maddox, choosing to remain silent as his friend was telling him all about those girls. Of course it had been the girls. For someone who was dumped by a whore of a fiancée, doing something like that… was definitely going to cause an impact. Not just on his mind but also his body. Lance cleared his throat at the comments regarding bending one over & doing her right there, his heart clenching on his chest as the fighter looked away towards his own reflection. He looked like a mess. He was flustered & sweaty & maybe he too needed some fresh water on his face. Especially since Lance wouldn’t mind being the one bending over… “I’m sorry if I made things awkward.” Turning the cold water on, Lance splashed his own face while keeping a close watch on his friend. On how messy he looked with his shirt off & the loosened tie. How hot he looked with that messy hair. And… thumbs up? Really? Lance chuckled & ran his wet fingers through his hair, approaching Maddox slowly in order to adjust his shirt, fingers brushing against his friend’s chest… “He doesn’t interest me.” Who interested him was right there in front of him, making his heart beat faster & making his throat go suddenly dry. “It’s a competition for phone numbers, remember? I kind of want that kiss.” Lance chuckled & gave Maddox his usual smirk, poking his friend gently on the nose while trying to ignore the lipstick marks. Of course Maddox would made out with girls. He was straight. “Do you need some time alone? I can… uh…” He could what? “Wait for you outside or something?”

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

Maddox was getting too involved in his game, the girls feeding into his every whim and direction, their bodies working so perfectly with only little aid from his hands to keep them close.  His eyes had a hard time keeping from Lance’s direction, sneaking peaks from amidst the chaos of these two beauties all over him, but then he saw what was happening and he felt his mouth getting dry.  Lance had turned the other around, hand on his crotch, their bodies still grinding against one another.  Honestly Maddox wasn’t sure if he should be more disgusted or aroused, he was straight after all so watching men touch each others packages like that…he should not be turning him on like he was, all of a sudden the room spinning as he tried to focus on the girls but he just couldn’t.  Not when Lance was in the corner of his eyesight with the man like that, touching him without any care in the world, their lips meeting - Maddox needed a breather.  "I’ll be right back,“ he told the girls quickly as he turned and headed in the direction of the bathrooms.  He just needed two seconds to take a breath, collect himself and go back out there to finish the little game the two of them had going on, pushing the bathroom door open as he walked in and immediately went to the sink taking a deep breath as he held onto the sink with both hands.  Fuck, Maddox turned the cold water on and used his hands to bring some to his face to cool himself off.  What the hell had all of this done to him?  He looked in the mirror, his face flush as he could at least feel himself calming down just a little bit, why the hell had what was happening out there affected him so fucking much?

JEALOUSY was consuming the fighter from within & even though Lance knew that he shouldn’t be jealous since Maddox was into girls, he couldn’t help but to wonder how it would feel to have his friend’s lips against his skin like that. Maybe it was something highly stupid of him. Getting emotionally attached to someone who would never give him any time of day was… well, stupid. But Maddox was the closest thing he had to a friend & a family. After all these years, they were back together again & Lance had never felt happier as he was right now. Maddox was in his life once more. It meant the world to him in so many aspects to have someone with him that wouldn’t abandon him or simply treat him as he was invisible. But when Lance saw Maddox move away from the girls & push his way through the crowd towards the bathroom, Lance felt guilty. Incredibly guilty by being the one responsible for that. The guy he was with was discarded as fast as he blinked one eye & the fighter pushed his way through the crowd, whispering a quick excuse me or coming through as he moved towards the bathroom. What was he supposed to say? Ask Maddox if he was alright? Say sorry? “Maddox?” Lance knocked on the door twice before simply entering the bathroom & closing the door behind him, not even caring if there would soon be a line for people to go there. Not his concern. His concern however, was right there in front of him. Washing his face. Maybe it was too hot in the club & they had a bit too much wine? “Are you feeling ok? We can leave if you want to. If you’re not feeling good?” Lance took a careful step towards Maddox, trying to push past the images of him kissing those girls back then. He shouldn’t be this jealous. It made absolutely no sense. “Did I do something? Did I… said something?”

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Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

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managingmaddox :

Maddox actually stopped dancing for a split second when he noticed Lance and the male kiss, something stirring in his body that Maddox couldn’t quite explain.  He had seen males kissing before, but not Lance specifically, and although it was probably one of the hottest things he’d seen - those muscles alone doing it for him as Lance held onto the male dancing, there was just something about it all that Maddox couldn’t explain.  He knew he liked what he saw, his cock twitching in surprise as he would blame it on the women if it became hard enough to be noticeable.  He had forgotten all about the bet, being lost in the mesmerizing view of his best friend, until he could hear something about a number - being called, they weren’t close enough for him to get the full line, but of course it was obvious what he was doing.  Right, shit, Maddox needed to do the same.  He reached behind him to the woman who was still there, turning his head to the side so that their lips could meet once more, “do I get your number?”  He asked, his voice having grown husky with want (for Lance though, not for her), and as she nodded she was quick to reply that he could have a lot more if he followed her outside.  He smirked, letting her go to focus on the girl infront of him as she found something to write with, taking his hand as she wrote her number out on his palm.  Terrible idea, given how hot the club was he knew he’d sweat that number right off - not that he’d call it even if he had the chance.  Tonight was only about a bet, nothing more, and as he felt her lips brush against his palm he knew that was the end of that.  She continued to dance with him but she was of no use anymore, Maddox out to win that bet even though the idea of getting to kiss Lance was rather enticing…not that he would admit it out loud or anything.  "We should have your friend over here join us,“ the woman looked to the other one, shaking her head telling him she didn’t know who that was, and all Maddox did was smirk and shrug, "doesn’t take much to get to know her….now does it?”  He leaned in brushing his lips against the second females neck, pulling the first female closer as the women’s bodies began to move together, so fluid as the three of them became one on the dance floor.

LANCE growled. A legit growl formed on the pits of his stomach as he kept gazing towards Maddox, watching all those sluts swarm around him like moths attracted to the flame. Their voluptuous forms were all over his friend, grinding & feeling every muscle under his shirt. Their lips were so close to Maddox’s & Lance could feel himself burning with a sensation that was highly uncommon to him. There was this growing need to push them all aside & claim Maddox to himself… but where would be the point in that? Maddox was straight so he was in his element. And while Lance wasn’t too keen on labels, he had to admit that there was something hot about Maddox flirting with others that stirred something within his pants. The man he was dancing with noticed it too, Lance closing his eyes for a second when the other’s stubble was against his neck, their hips thrusting a bit more vigorously against one another. He was aroused, yes… but not due to the hunk he was dancing with & yes due to his old friend that never looked hotter before. His hair was slightly messy & the heat of the club was making his skin shine, which made that slight shade of pink on his cheeks make him even more… hot. “Shut up.” Lance turned the man around, pressing himself against him & feeling his dance partner lean his head against his shoulder while the fighter bluntly cupped & squeezed the man’s erection over his pants. His eyes however… were still on Maddox. On how he dance & on his lips on the woman’s neck as that little trio began to do more to his body than he would like to admit. They were beautiful yes… but Maddox had all of his attention. “Faster…” Lance blinked his eyes a couple of times once the other man spoke, grunting in arousal while their lips met once more, completely ignoring everything & everyone around them. There was time for more numbers since the night was still young… but damn if he was going to let Maddox affect him the way he was right now.

[lanceagnar]

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[lanceagnar]

Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

[lanceagnar]

managingmaddox :

At least Lance had agreed to what the initial bet would be, but before they could really shake on it to make it official both were being pulled in opposite directions.  Maddox looked to Lance, though as he saw the male grinding up against his ass he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of…well he couldn’t even really explain it, could it have been jealousy of some sorts?  Why would Maddox care that there was some stranger on Lance’s ass like that?  He focused back on the woman that he was with, his hands traveling her body as she made her move on him, Maddox even going so far as to whisper something in her ear as she pulled away to give him a smirk as she giggled.  It really was so easy to play women at a club, the music and vibe turning them into horny sex pots, something Maddox always enjoyed exploiting for personal gain.  He still found himself looking over towards Lance, their eyes meeting whenever he did, and a jolt of electricity shot through his body at the look.  No matter how many people were all over Lance it was almost as though he only had eyes for Maddox out on the dance floor, and something about that was hot.  When another girl danced closer to Maddox he pulled her in, brushing his hands through her hair as both girls moved their bodies against him, Maddox leaning in to cup the initial girls cheek as he kissed her, but the kiss wasn’t for her benefit at all.  It was more because he had known Lance was watching and he wanted to show the man just what he could do, making sure to turn their bodies so that Lance could get the best show, Maddox’s tongue meeting hers in a heated bliss - the man really putting on the best of shows for Lance, unsure of even why he was doing it.  When her hand went for below his belt though he pulled away, turning from her so that he could dance with who’d been rubbing against his backside.  A sea of girls that were all interested and yet all he could think about doing was impressing Lance, totally normal behavior for a straight man…

IT was just a night out with friends. A very particular friend to whom he nurtured feelings towards although Lance usually chose to ignore them the majority of the time. All that mattered was that he was enjoying himself, dancing around with men & women alike while keeping his gaze on Maddox the entire time. There was something enticing about him right now. The professional side he had so carefully used on their first meeting was gone & the fighter could see that he was having fun. A bit too much fun. Lance could feel his jaw clenching once Maddox pressed his lips against the woman’s, their hands roaming all over their bodies, exploring & feeling every muscle & every curve. Lance could feel a sting of jealousy as his eyes narrowed to the sight of Maddox kissing that little scrawny bitch. A part of him wanted to pull Maddox away, to press him against his body & growl that he was his. But he was not. And there was a thin line between jealousy & being protective. Maddox could have fun with whoever he wanted & Lance couldn’t help but to feel happy to see his friend having fun. Maddox deserved it. He needed it even. “Come here.” Lance pulled the man grinding against him to the front & while keeping his gaze always focused on Maddox, the fighter pressed his lips against the stranger’s in a heated kiss, feeling that faint whimper escape the man’s mouth as strong arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close. Lance smirked in response, his hands roaming down the man’s body in order to rest in his ass, forcing him to thrust forward against him. Two could play that game. Was it even a game? Making out with someone in public while dancing? “You should give me your number.” The blond nibbled the other’s jawline, narrowing his eyes towards Maddox. “I’d like to call you sometime. In a very, very near future.”

[lanceagnar]

Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

[lanceagnar]

managingmaddox :

“That’s a good thing,” his reply was simple back to the other as Lance closed the space between them, “because you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me like this.”  When it came to business anyway, and of course it didn’t hurt that they were away from the Haus so Maddox felt more comfortable in general. It’s not that he hated the Haus, on the contrare he felt it helped those in need, but for himself - someone who was personally still struggling to find himself, it was almost torture.  He hoped to be free enough to explore himself at the Haus eventually, but he didn’t see that happening anytime soon.  Not when he still couldn’t even grasp all of who he was himself.  Maddox listened as Lance placed his side of the bet, a kiss, nothing insane - just a peck, though it still had Maddox’s stomach twisting and turning into knots.  He could see the hands pulling Lance further away from him, Maddox taking a step forward to remain close to the other, “you can’t put in terms until we know what the initial bet is…you’ve jumped right to the fun,” he pouted out his bottom lip as he lurched forward pulling his friend back into him for a second, more than he had initially tried as their bodies pressed tight against one anothers while Maddox whispered, “what’ll it be, Mr. Agnar, number of phone numbers at the end of all this?  I’d say lipstick stains against the collar but that’d give me an advantage…not very many men like to put on a shade of red, so that’d take out half your playing field.”  He could feel his body warming up to the others against him, so he quickly let him go as he watched Lance be swallowed up in the crowd, feeling a hand or two against his own frame as he turned towards the gorgeous woman who began to press her body against his in the most seductive dances.  He turned towards Lance, moving his own body against hers, “remember, it’s whatever I want at the end of the night if I win…”  He smirked towards Lance, though the woman had thought he’d been talking to her as she made a quick quip about how it could be like that right now, her lips pressing against his neck as his hands tightened their grip around his tiny frame.  He would give the other his terms later, but now the bet was on and damn if Maddox wasn’t going to put his all into winning.

LANCE couldn’t even remember the last time he had fun like this. Genuine fun with someone & not just take off his clothes & enjoy himself. With Maddox things were easier for him. It was almost like he could slip back to his old self back at the orphanage, always happy when his friend was around. The fighter didn’t really know what to think of this. Of this entire situation with Maddox & how he made him feel. The prospect of a bet was enticing but not as exciting as the opportunity to give Maddox a kiss when all was said & done. He knew his friend was straight but he couldn’t simply deny that he found him attractive. That the way Maddox looked did things to his body. That made him flustered. Almost like he was back at being a hormonal teenager with a damn crush on someone. “Phone numbers does sound like a good idea.” Lance was already smiling as hands reached out to him, pulling him to dance with men & women alike. How could he refuse dancing when that beautiful woman was rubbing herself against him & the man behind his back was so strategically thrusting against the curve of his ass? Maddox was having fun too. Already having a woman kissing his neck, both of them being swallowed by the crowd. But not even once Lance’s eyes abandoned Maddox’s. Despite the lips on his own neck from the back & the front, all he could see was Maddox. How he moved, how he smiled, how relaxed he was. Was it normal for him to feel a slight sting of what felt to be jealousy as all those hands touched Maddox & wanted him all to themselves? No… not jealousy. He was just being protective. Protective of his friend. Of his manager… right?

[lanceagnar]

Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

[lanceagnar]

managingmaddox :

The longer the night went on the looser that Maddox had became, no longer feeling awkward around his friend as if there had been no gap between their childhood and now, both men falling perfectly into pace with one another.  Their attitudes meshed perfectly and Maddox found him laughing and having the time of his life whenever Lance said or did something to get a rise out of him. Just as they were when they were younger Maddox had fallen into whatever spell Lance had cast on him, and he was once more that starry eyed little boy who looked up to the blonde with such admiration.  Once in the club their moods were amplified, the music pulsing through their bodies as Lance pulled him close, Maddox swinging a lazy around around his friends waist as he listened to him talk - looking out himself at all the men and women on the floor, some of which were gawking at them and all Maddox could do was give them a little wink to let them know they were noticed.  He watched as a few of the girls quickly looked to one another and started giggling, casing a sideways glance to his friend as he couldn’t help but laugh, “looks like we’ve already got some fans.”  He didn’t mind that though, hell part of him was rather excited to get to be shown off on Lance’s arm tonight…that was totally something straight men thought about right when hanging out with their gorgeous best friends?  Okay, so maybe straight men didn’t even call their friends gorgeous in the first place… “You may win out on the mats, Mr. Agnar, but now you’re on a level playing field,” he spoke with nothing but confidence as he gave his friend the sneakiest of smirks.  "I’ll be sure to have them mop the floor with your tears tonight,“ to add insult to injury as Maddox played around with Lance - once again falling into that same pattern as when they were kids.  Maddox was always lame when it came to trash talking and quick comebacks, and by continuing to talk here and now he was showing Lance that really nothing had changed….well except for the fact that Lance had been forced from the equation, something that Maddox still had a hard time coming to terms with.  Hearing that Lance wanted to make the night more interesting with a bet of sorts had Maddox looking over both amused and curious, "and what sort of bet are we thinking Mr. Agnar?”  He could play along with whatever game that Lance was willing to throw down, after all it was his business to play games and win people over.  "Name your wager.“

TO be with Maddox like that… so close & in a club where people pressed their bodies against each other for fun & pleasure… It made Lance’s blood boil under his skin. It was probably good that it was dark inside so that Maddox wouldn’t catch a glimpse of his slight blush. The fighter didn’t blush but there was something about having Maddox like that, so free & happy, that made his stomach twist & turn almost like a swirl of butterflies was taking flight inside him. “I like this confident look on you.” Lance smirked towards Maddox, lifting his friend’s chin with a gentle caress, almost bringing their lips together in a clear provocation not just to his manager but to everyone who were watching them together. Lance was well aware that there would be a lot of people clawing their way to Maddox & he was fine with it. His friend needed some entertainment & he was there to give him just that. A night out without any talks about work or past relationships. Just two friends bonding yet again & making up for the lost time between them. “If I win?” Lance swallowed his saliva, brushing his scruff against Maddox’s face in a gentle action. He shouldn’t have that sort of thoughts or ideas towards someone who wasn’t even playing on the same team as he was. But how could he resist? All Maddox had to do was smile & he would be melting on the ground, his heart pounding inside his chest. No other man had affected him like that. Make him blush or even giggle. “I want a kiss from you. Doesn’t even need to involve tongue. Just a peck. If you win…?” The fighter rolled his shoulders back, giving Maddox some distance between them as Lance called him closer with a finger, his body being taken by several hands whether they were female or male. Everyone wanted a piece of him… minus the person he wanted to have a piece of him. “You can ask for whatever you want. I don’t plan on losing if my prize is feeling your lips against mine, Maddox.” Brushing his nose against a woman’s neck, Lance slowly began to move his body to the beat, not even remotely phased with the guy grinding against his ass. “But I’ll do whatever you want if you win. Cross my heart & hope to die.”

[lanceagnar]

Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

[lanceagnar]

managingmaddox :

Hearing Lance call her a bitch had Maddox chuckling a little, mostly because the fighter didn’t know the true reason behind the breakup, and if he did he might see things differently.  Maddox had lead her on for years, granted there was still love for her but not unconditionally, she was just his ticket to a normal life - that train left the station with him still standing on the platform though.  All because he couldn’t control his urges towards men.  He was proud of himself though, keeping those urges to home where they belonged, masturbating to images and fantasies of them in privacy.  As Lance assured him that she wasn’t his last hope he could do nothing more than continue to smile, “I hope you’re right about that one.”  He would love to find his happily ever after, settle down and start a family - he’d always wanted to adopt especially given his own past.  You couldn’t very well adopt as a single parents these days, not as easily as you could with a partner of course, but it was still a dream that Maddox held for the future.  To brighten the lives of unfortunate children just as his adoptive parents had done to him those odd years ago.  "For now though i’m not rushing things,“ he didn’t want Lance to think that he was actively looking for the next person who he would share his life with.  "I’ve got work to think about and that takes up most of my day as it is,” which he was being honest about, so in the end he wouldn’t really even have the time to commit to dating someone.  "I’m all yours tonight,“ he assured the other flashing him a vibrant smile, totally something friends would say to one another right?  Hearing what they were celebrating had Maddox nodding in agreement, laughing as he could only imagine the night ahead with Lance, but he knew what to expect coming into this non-date dinner so it was all good.  Their ride to the restaurant brought up so many conversations, though their pasts were hardly a matter of discussion, their presents being on top of the topic board.  Dinner was more of the same, both talking between bites catching up after all those years apart, but still the past was not up for discussion.  Maddox respected though about Lance, and even if he did give him some random story about high school or something he never expected the blonde to do the same.  There was just so much he wanted to tell him, and dinner soon came to an end without Maddox even realizing any time had went by at all.  It just felt so easy and normal to talk to Lance like this, more comfortable than he’d felt since the two had been separated as kids, "so I guess that knocks out the wine and dine from the equation and only leaves one thing left…”  He grinned after the meal was paid for and stood up to leave, letting Lance lead to their final destination - the club where his dance moves would be put on display.  He opted to leave his jacket in the car, unbuttoning the cuffs of his button down so he could roll his sleeves up, loosening his tie a little as they walked into the club with music blaring all around.  "You ready for me to put you to shame on the dance floor?“  The wine had definitely loosened him up, thankfully.

THE night was definitely going a lot better than Lance was expecting for it to go. Deep down he was afraid that he would do or say something that would put Maddox off & ruin the good mood… but things had gone smoothly between them, almost as if they had turned back the clock, the chemistry that they had while they were kids still there. Behind every look & every smile. Behind every laugh & topic of conversation. It was a good thing that Maddox didn’t pry that much regarding his past. There would be a time where he would be able to tell him what really happened & all the things he had done in order to survive. Not that Lance was proud of any of them… but if anyone deserved to know the good & the bad about his past… was Maddox. So they wined & dined & laughed & talked. Lance couldn’t help but to feel like a teenager once more, having more fun in that night with Maddox than he had experienced in quite awhile. He could laugh with ease & he didn’t feel like he needed to play a role for that night. Maddox deserved to see him for who he was & it was such a good feeling to know that Maddox wasn’t going anywhere. He was there with him, still laughing & talking, making the fighter slowly melt to his natural charm. Once the dinner was over, there was only one thing left for them to do. To hit all the clubs Lance could come up with & enjoy their night like it would be the very last. Eleven years apart was too long & they had both grown into hot adults. There was still so many things that they didn’t know about each other. So many questions & curiosities left unasked. “Put me to shame?” Lance could help but to smirk in response, tossing his jacket to the backseat of the car before giving the valet guy his keys & fifty dollars to make sure that his car would come back in one piece & without a scratch. “You are underestimating me, Maddox.” The fighter brushed his blond hair back & adjusted his shirt. With the tie left forgotten in the vehicle, Lance unbuttoned his shirt just enough to partially show his chest, rolling his sleeves up at the same time as Maddox so that he could show off his arms. It was all fair game inside the club. They would drink. They would dance. They would have fun. “Try to keep up, Mr. Wylder.” Lance took Maddox by the hand & dragged him inside the club without even stopping to catch a breathe. The music was loud & the green/purple lights gave the entire atmosphere a more sensual look. The dance floor was crowded with men & women dancing to their hearts contempt, some of them shirtless & sweaty. And of course their entrance would caught the attention of both genders. “Look at this.” Lance wrapped one arm around Maddox’s shoulder so that he could pull him close, using his other arm to show of the display of all you can fuck buffet in front of them. “This is our arena now, Mr. Wylder. We should come up with a bet of the sorts. Make things more interesting?”

[lanceagnar]

goldisaac :

“I like my men to be more than just a walking cock,” he smirked as he gave him a wink with a pat on the cheek.  Sure, he could see himself loving what Lance could do to him, thinking of all the ways that his body could react so nicely to Lance’s, but at the end of the day it was always about more than just sex.  Isaac knew in a place like this it didn’t seem possible, “I like substance, and sometimes a cuddle is better than sex,” he smirked as he gave the boy a quick kiss.  He knew Lance would probably be quick to counter telling him that there could be nothing better than sex, but Isaac just wasn’t that kind of guy.  Hearing what Lance was saying about where he looked best had Isaac involuntarily letting out the softest of sighs wanting all of that and more, “anywhere you want to put that gorgeous face of yours is fine with me…” he gave him a teasing smile, beyond thankful for having barged into the fighters room that day.  He still couldn’t believe it, that whatever the two of them had going on had all started with him being an asshole who didn’t even knock, moving just a little when both of them were sitting on the bed so that he could rest his body against his.  He could do nothing more than look at their hands, a soft smile forming on his lips as he brushed his thumb over the others fingers.  This felt nice, amazing even, Isaac going further and relaxing his head against the others shoulder.  "I know i’ll get better,“ he sighed, "i’m too stubborn to let this get me down forever.”  He knew based on his age he wouldn’t be allowed to play at an Olympic level, but he was certain there would still be teams that would want someone of his expertise.  When Lance once again brought up going to his next appointment with him all Isaac could do was grin, “you’re really not going to give up on that are you?”  He sighed, turning his head just enough so that he could press a kiss against the others clothed shoulder.  "Alright, next Thursday is my next follow-up, 10AM,“ at least telling him the appointment would make two things certain.  He couldn’t change his mind and try to sneak out of the Haus without the fighter, and also that he couldn’t cancel is appointment and lie about it.  "It might be nice having someone there in my corner,” maybe then if a fighter stood beside him the doctors wouldn’t be so harsh on him, “you could be my personal bodyguard.”  He thought of him as more of a concerned friend though, “you know you’re the first person here who’s actually gotten all the way to my bed?”

THAT was probably the very first time where Lance would lay on a bed next to a gorgeous guy & don’t take full advantage of the situation. Stepping out of his shoes, the fighter laid down on Isaac’s bed, offering his chest & his arm as an improvised pillow, feeling rather satisfied just by having Isaac next to him. While his body was screaming for more than just a light kiss on the lips & cuddles, Lance fought back against his primal urges in order to behave. Just stay there by Isaac’s side, gently brushing his fingers against the man’s brown hair & finding himself quite contempt with doing just that. “That’s the spirit. And I know what I’m talking about. I’m just that stubborn too. I took a lot of beatings before being this perfect specimen you have by your side. Some of them were quite severe. Before going professional…” Lance’s eyes fell on the linked hands, wondering why he was telling details about his past to Isaac. Maybe because Isaac seemed to trust him & he couldn’t help but to trust him back. “I was in an underground MMA circuit. Steel cage & anonymous patrons. I took as much of a beating as I delivered & I always got up after. I am too stubborn to go down without a fight. Only way someone will get to see me down is either by killing me… or fucking me into the mattress.” With a teasing wink towards Isaac, Lance tilted his head just enough to seal their lips together in a gentle kiss. He was liking that. That moment where they would just talk although he could only hope that Isaac wouldn’t ask too many questions regarding the man he was before. “I gave you my word that I was going with you & I intend to keep that promise. If the doctor gets too mean, I’ll glare at him. He doesn’t need to scream to get his point across.” His gaze moved to Isaac’s leg & Lance couldn’t help but to feel this growing need to simply hold Isaac close & protect him. Only Maddox had made him feel like this when they were kids & now there he was. A grown man with trust & abandonment issues that cared about no one else but himself… worried about someone else. And it felt… good. Almost as if remembering him to have faith in others as long as they were worthy of him worrying about them. “This is the first time I’m in bed with a guy without doing anything remotely sexual. Anyone else & by now they would be sucking me off or I would be sucking them off.” The fighter shrugged & couldn’t help but to smirk, knowing that Isaac was watching. “You can either tell me that I’m pathetic or tell me to blow you right now. I’m cool with both of those options. What matters is that right now you’re resting & I’m keeping an eye on you.”

[lanceagnar]

Not a Date Dinner || Laddox

[lanceagnar]

managingmaddox :

Maddox liked that Lance was putting in the effort to show him that he was alright with Maddox being into women, but it still felt kind of uncomfortable talking about that sort of thing with him.  Maddox couldn’t even understand why, it’s what guy friends did all the time back home, so why would talking about possible upcoming conquests be such a big issue?  Maddox just laughed, “are you trying to pawn me off before we even get started tonight?”  He tried to draw the attention back to Lance and himself, not that figurative girl in a red dress that he could swore Lance was getting hard just thinking about - not that he was looking down at his crotch or anything, but his eyes did happen to drift south once or twice.  "I just got out of a relationship,“ he figured telling him the truth would be the best, and it’d make the most sense why he wouldn’t just jump on any of the women they saw tonight (not that it’d be his only reason for not doing that though).  "A pretty serious one actually,” he sighed knowing that this was probably the worst time to talk about it - they weren’t even in the fucking car yet and he was bringing it up.  This was their totally honest catching up night, “we were engaged, were supposed to get married like a week ago,” he laughed at the date having came and went without even a message or a phone call from her.  He should have expected it though, after what she’d caught him doing and the suspicions she had of him - well it’s not like they ended things on the best of terms.  "Things changed though,“ understatement of the year, "and now here I am, burying myself in my work like usual, well except for tonight…we’re supposed to avoid work tonight I understand.  I’m just not ready to get back out there yet,” but he had to lighten the mood a little bit because he was afraid he’d brought it down too low, “but that doesn’t mean i’m completely against the idea, just the chick would have to be amazing or something…”  or a guy, but that was not going to be something he’d come right out and share with the man.  He once again stopped thinking about his ex, focusing solely on the man beside him, grinning as he once again realized just how great Lance had grown up to be. He was just an all around amazing man from what Maddox could see, “can I just say that i’m so happy that we’ve gotten to reconnect?”  Where the fuck did that come from out of the damn blue?  He rolled his eyes having expected that damn line, though this time he found more humor in it than before, “if only I were gay right?  You’d be the first one i’d allow the privilege if I were,” do straight men even say that?  What in the fucking world?  He straightened his collar as he shut up, silently thanking him for opening the door as he went to get in.  He didn’t move right away when he felt the others hand on his lower back, instead focused on the words that were coming out of his mouth, “my moves wouldn’t disappoint.” Maddox loved to dance and just let the music set him free, and with a few beers he totally became the life of the party.  His heart quickened in pace though as Lance drew near, his breathing hitched before luckily Maddox changed course, Lance’s knees growing weak as he could feel his breath against his ear.  "I will neither confirm or deny that…“  With that there was one final smirk, turning towards Lance to give him a quick humbling look accidentally brushing his cheek against Lance’s lips as he turned too quickly, but then dropped himself into the car as quick as he could to buckle up - hoping the fact that his heart was pounding out of his damn chest wasn’t all that noticeable.  Thank god they weren’t in a cartoon or you’d literally see it pounding out three feet.

FOR that piece of vital information… Lance wasn’t expecting. It took his brain a couple of precious seconds to actually associate the words engaged & Maddox into the same sentence, & when he finally did, everything suddenly became crystal clear to him. Maddox was supposed to be married by now but his bitch of a bride had left him. No wonder he wasn’t really looking for some fresh meat to have a good time with. Who could even think about having sex with a gorgeous beauty when their heart had been broken & discarded like thrash? Lance could feel his heart stopping for a brief period of time, lowering his eyes while not really knowing what to say. What could he say? He had never experienced a real relationship let alone be engaged to someone. But Maddox was still there & smiling & being his adorable self that he was when they were kids. Sharing that piece of information with him that made things so more transparent now & made Lance feel like a complete idiot. It made him feel bad for trying to push Maddox into the dating scene once more. Of course he wasn’t ready. What a fucking bitch! He was totally against touching a woman in a violent way but he would surely give that fucking cocksucking slut a piece of his mind if he was ever to meet her. How could she even consider dumping someone like Maddox? “I…” But then his lips touched Maddox’s cheek, that smooth skin & intense cologne making his mind go blank completely. “I…” What was he even saying? What he was even thinking? All Lance could process right now was Maddox’s words echoing in his head. That if he was gay, he would be the first to allow that privilege. What did he meant with that? A kiss? Actual sex? His groin protested at the mental images of them naked together & Lance forced himself to close the passenger’s door. They had a dinner to attend to & despite all this new information making his head spin, now more than ever, Lance wanted for Maddox to have a good time. “She’s a bitch.” The fighter finally admitted after sitting behind the wheel & fastening his seat belt without looking towards Maddox. “If she failed to see what a great guy you are… she’s the one in the losing end. One day you’ll make someone very happy, Maddox.” The car roared as Lance turned the key in the ignition, feeling sorry for his old friend. “Tonight we will wine & dine & dance.” Only when his foot pressed the gas pedal was when Lance turned to Maddox, reaching out to give a gentle squeeze on his leg. The mere touch was enough to make the fighter swallow his saliva, turning his eyes to the road as he sped up several times above the legal limit. “No more talking about past relationships or broken hearts. Tonight we celebrate the fact that we are back together. We celebrate the fact that you found your way back into my life once more. And who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky & see you twerk.”