(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))
Andrew, triumphant, carefully set Cody's unconscious body down on the mat. Cody, sweat-drenched and slowly breathing, looked incredible to Andrew. The light reflected off his glistening body highlighting each grove and definition in his musculature. Andrew straddled Cody’s defeated form, his powerful shins pinning Cody’s shoulders down firmly to the mat. A smug grin spread across his face as he flexed his arms above, savoring the moment of victory while Cody lay beneath him, spent and unable to protest being pinned like this. The overpowering scent of sweat and testosterone lingered in the air, a testament to the intense struggle they’d just endured.
For Cody, the musk was thick, pressing into his senses as he slowly came to and felt Andrew’s powerful physique pressing down on his chest. Andrew's scent was hard to ignore as his huge bulge was lying on his nose. The more Cody was forced to breathe it in, the more intoxicating it was. It was pure power. Pure manliness. The clean fresh sweat mixed with testosterone, personal pheromones, a smidge of blood and dirt along with fading adrenaline. As Cody inhaled, his chest heaved, breaths shallow as strained muscles still twitched from the relentless effort he’d poured into the fight. Cody could do little more than lie there inhale Andrew's musk and wonder. The warmth radiating from Andrew’s body only amplified the intoxicating musk that gripped Cody in a strong physical and psychological hold.
Andrew’s hands came down, palms pressing firmly on Cody’s chest, feeling the fading flex of muscle beneath him. There was satisfaction in the way Cody’s once-solid resistance had melted, his strength and pride left vulnerable and exposed. “You put up one hell of a fight, Cody,” Andrew murmured, a mixture of admiration and possessiveness in his voice, "But now you're mine for a bit. Based on the fact you haven't turned away, I'm thinking you like what you see. Perhaps even want more?" Cody nodded in affirmation. "Good now, if I can just get Wyatt and Ethan to talk so I can explain to Wyatt how Ethan saved me and him from that group of jocks, we can clear the air and move forward with all my good friends being friends."
Cody's pained confused expression said it all. Andrew clarified, "Those jocks overheard me coming out to Ethan in the locker room. Because he was the captain of the wrestling team, I figured I needed to tell him in case something happened. He was shocked and uneasy at first. He was about to say something when a crash and footsteps distracted him. When he came back after checking on it, he put his hand on my shoulder, thanked me for trusting him, apologized for his uneasiness and told me as long as I could wrestle, help the team, and challenge the team to improve, he didn't care what preferences I had. He also told me I was the first person who had come out to him so he wasn’t sure how to react. The day I got jumped, he and his twin brother intervened, got me to the hospital, and stayed until I woke up. Ethan apologized for the actions of his so-called friends and told me that he would make sure that never happened again. Eric told me that they would watch out for me and let others know I was under their protection. It was then I vowed not to need their protection and pay them back someday. Well, I'm here to deliver on that promise. I just have to knock some sense into Wyatt first. However, Wyatt can wait. I know what I want now, and it’s time for you to deliver."
