Synopsis: You and Jud Duplencity are 21 year old boxing rivals. The rivalry is strong but could it be something more lustful?
Notes: First time writing smut... be nice. I wrote this as gender neutral but realised now he wouldn't be fighting a woman, but anything is possible ;) I think a bit of Patrick Zweig slipped in here, but he's hot so it's ok. Also, can you catch the heated rivalry references? Was very inspired by that gay hockey show. Please ignore any mistakes, i tried my best. i also have a playlist for this fic if anyone would like to listen: 🎶
Tags: SMUT, MDNI, 18+, angst, homophobia, death, violence, blood, head, sex.
You knew Jud Duplencity well. He was always a star in any room he walked into. He had that kind of charm and that attracted everyone. You tried hard to ignore him, but honestly you were attracted to him too. You had known each other for years; fighting each other in many matches around the world. You had won equal fights against each other and were the same age so the world made you out to be hard rivals.
You didn't like playing into the rivalry. You thought it was always selfish to fight with hate against someone. Boxing was a game, so if you played the game smart you were much more likely to win. That's what you tried telling yourself before a particularly tough match. Any match against Jud.
Jud was different though. He played with hate and you could tell from the moment you met him. You were both in the same practice room before your first match. Both young, but he had a look in his eyes that exuded anger. You sensed it in his parents too. You tried introducing yourself to him like you were taught, but he didn't even take more than a second to look at you; he went to practicing even harder than before.
You were young then, but now freshly 21 you felt like the whole boxing world had their eyes on you two. You had played many matches against each other but today was different. Today was the world championships and the air was thick with pressure and judgement. You had sat in the crowd with your coach to watch Jud play. You did it with many of your opponents but this time you were even more attentive. Every miss Jud made or hit he took you made a mental note. You had to have his weaknesses and strengths down to a tee if you were to stand a chance. That is what made to different from other players. You didn't just fight with force, you fought with your brain.
Before the match started you were in your own corner but your eyes traced Jud's every move. He had his usual confident and calm attitude but his eyes caught yours. You looked away and focused back on the words of encouragement coming from your coach. However, when you looked back at Jud he was still watching you and he threw you a wink. You shook it off and scoffed at his attempt to throw you off.
The fight wasn't long but you both threw hard punches. You punched his ribs and chest with heavy blows that made him step back. But, he dodged your attempts at hitting a knock out and when you were ready to throw another he got you straight in the face. As you fell backwards you saw a smirk form on his face; that seemed to hurt more than the punch. You couldn't get up, dizzy and the adrenaline wearing off; your whole body ached.
You regained composure as they announced Jud's victory. It was usual for fighters to shake hands, but as you did he pulled you in. His lips grazed your ear as you said "1221." You were shocked as he smiled and lifted the victory belt. You knew exactly what that number was and it scared you how you committed it to memory.
Later that evening you were refreshed after the fight. You convinced your friends you just needed to rest. They teased you for it, but you hated to think how'd they react if you were honest with them. You dressed cool but casual. You didn't want to show up to your rivals hotel room in a suit. The elevator ride felt long and gruelling. With each passing floor you felt like getting out and going back to your room. You would lay in bed and force yourself not to think about why Jud invited you to his room. You arrived at his door, the room number bringing up the memory of your fight.
You knocked almost turning around but you heard the lock turning. Jud stood there, his hair a mess and his muscles clinging to the tight shirt and shorts. It almost took your breath away. You rushed into his room, worried if anyone saw you there.
"You came." You sensed a hint of surprise in his voice.
"I'm not scared if that's what you were wondering." You were a little scared.
"Good. Are you hungry?" His offer took you back a little. It was kind and maybe he somehow knew you hadn't eaten a proper meal since your match. Just snacks and odd carbohydrates. You nodded and a small smile formed on his face. "Does Italian pasta sound good?"
"Yes, very good" even the thought of a home cooked Italian dinner brought back childhood memories.
He had the ingredients all ready and he began making the pasta sauce. You sat on the couch that faced the open plan kitchen. You couldn't imagine such a domestic side of Jud. You stared at him in his tight white shirt and black shorts. You remembered how he had beaten you with a smile on his face. Now he had invited you up to his hotel room. For what? Just to eat or was it to mock you? To revel in his victory? Suddenly the hate you had buried for him bubbled to the surface. His kindness felt like salt in the fresh wound. You wanted to ruin him.
"Turn it off." Your voice ran cold.
"What?" He laughed still looking at the food.
"You heard me. Turn it the fuck off." You didn't find anything funny and you usually didn't swear.
"Alright." He obeyed, turning off the hob and turned to face you. As his eyes met yours you stood up and walked towards him. You could've started to fight him again, but something else ran through your body.
He was lent against the counter with his elbows on the counter. In a quick movement you grabbed the left side of his hip and pushed him more into the counter. Not enough to hurt him, just enough to startle.
"Woah. Are you mad?" He looked at you, studying your demeanour. You said nothing. "Oh I see." Just as sudden as you grabbed him, he grabbed your waist and flipped you around to switch places with him. As he pressed you against the counter, he got closer. A smirk formed on his face as he let out a small laugh. "I know. You're mad I beat you." You bit your bottom lip, staying silent and not breaking eye contact. "You're smart. I'll give you that. It makes you so mad that you couldn't beat me this time. But, I have to tell you something." He leaned close to your right ear. "It makes me so hard when you're angry."
You pushed him back by his chest. What the fuck is he doing? You thought, but suddenly he had a look in his eyes like a hurt puppy. In that moment you couldn't help yourself. You pulled him back by his shirt and kissed him; hard. You opened your mouths and let your tongues clash. Moving at a frenzy in circles and figure of eights. He pressed him hips against yours as your butt pressed hard against the counter. You held onto his hips and pulled him closer. You could feel him on your stomach and before you knew it your hands had found his waist band. You pulled down his shorts and let them fall to his feet.
Jud leaned back from the kiss and stepped out his shorts and began to take off your jeans. In this moment you realised how badly you've wanted him. All the times you've seen him hot, sweaty, panting. You've wanted that in your bed, in your arms and inside you. You break the distance between you two again with a kiss. You make out with him as you imagine him putting you up on the counter and fucking you senseless.
Before you could ask him to fuck you he was grabbing your things and pulling you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he spun you around and walked you towards the couch. He laid you down gently, his body now above yours. His gold cross fell from his chest and grazed your lips. You noticed it looked worn as you asked, "are you religious?"
He shook his head no. Before you could ask another question his hand was down your pants. He was gentle and touched you at a medium pace. He had a way with his movements that indicated that knew exactly what he was doing. You let out a moan. He separated from your lips, leaving you like a sad puppy. He kissed your neck as his hand increased your pleasure. You could've cum right then but you wanted this to last longer. You sat up a little as your hand reached for his underwear. You slipped your hand inside and felt his cock. It was big, hard and warm. It quivered at your touch. Fuck, that turned you on so much. You stroked him at a medium pace and you followed the same rhythm he touched you. He let out a deep moan and almost collapsed into you. You wanted him to cum in your hand then make him watch you lick up every drop, but you wanted something else. You pulled your hand off his cock. This made him freeze his hand and look at you. His eyes had that same sad puppy look in them.
"Whyyy" he whined. He was so irresistible that you could've continued, but instead you whispered
"Fuck me, please." You copied his begging gaze. He smirk and kissed you with so much passion. You took off your underwear and you took off his. He leaned back and took off his shirt. You studied his physique. His abs coated in light sweat and some of the hair on his torso stuck down to his skin. You leaned forward and kissed his stomach. He let out a deep hum as he took the back of your shirt, lifted it up your back and over your head.
Your vulnerability now right in front of him. He looked at you as if he was studying you like you would before a game.
"You're so beautiful" the words fell out his mouth so smoothly and it shocked you again how sweet this man actually was. Maybe the confidence was all an act, because right now this man was so different.
You close the gap again and this time the kiss is longer like you both don't want this to ever stop.
Jud leaned closer into you, allowing you lay your back on the couch. Your naked bodies pressed against each other. His hand reached down to his cock, adjusting it to find you. Before he could put himself into you he gently whispered, "is this ok?" A softness in his words that made the whole world wash away.
"Yes, please." You whisper back into his ear. Softly, he pushed himself into you and he made you moan. He began to thrust into you as he hold your body to stabilise himself. Each pump sent waves of pleasure over your body. You laid your head back into the arm of the couch. Letting out deep breaths to will up an orgasm. Jud covered the left side of your neck in small bites that he then brushed in kisses to soothe the bruising skin.
He moaned every thrust or so as your heartbeats synchronised. The sweat poured over your bodies and in the moment you felt the pleasure reaching its peak.
"I'm, i'm gonna cum" you let out breathing inbetween each word.
"Me, me too baby" his words echoed through your mind as you reached your orgasm. You felt Jud shake and moan through his too until you were both breathing heavy. Jud fell into you and buried his face into your neck. Placing small kisses on the bruises he had left earlier. You smiled and felt a smile form across his face. Before either of you could say anything you were laughing. Kind of laughs that sounded like you both agreed this was crazy.
After a few minutes in each other's arms you were tired. You could've fallen asleep there and then, but Jud stood up. He walked to the bathroom as you watched his hips moving side to side. He handed you a towel and let you clean yourself up. Once he noticed you were ready, he carried you to his bed and you buried yourself into the soft mattress under the soft duvet. As you drifted to sleep you felt Jud's warm body pressed on your back. You let him wrap his arms around you as you leaned back into his strong figure. You drifted off to sleep in his deep and warm embrace.
You woke up early the next morning, but were alone in Jud's bed. You rubbed your eyes adjusting to the room you hadn't really paid attention to the night before. Light seeped through the curtains, allowing you to see some of elegance of the expensive room. You had been offered something similar, but you never liked to stay somewhere too fancy. You didn't feel like a fancy person.
You climbed out of bed and proceeded to the living room. You hadn't known many hotels to have two rooms and a kitchen, only the fancy ones your coach insisted you tried a few times. Still no Jud.
You walked to the sofa, hoping to sit down and Jud would appear from the bathroom. You instead found your clothes still across the floor and a post-it note on the coffee table. The handwriting was fast almost illegible, but it read
Gone to the gym, but won't be back until very late. Text me.
He had left him number. You scoffed at the note. It angered you that he left without saying a word. The charisma and confidence you once admired now looking a lot like arrogance. You threw the note on the ground, got dressed and left. You didn't commit his number to memory but instead committed to the idea of never sleeping with Jud Duplencity again.
You were at the top of your game. Coming first in all of your matches and getting sponsorships after sponsorships. You had invested your money and had even bought a nice apartment in New York.
One thing ached at your good mood; Jud Duplencity. You were losing to him. You had been beating him at the start of the year, but slowly he had gotten an advantage on you. It made you mad. The anger that had turned into lust that night now stuck steadfast in hate. You studied the matches you had lost, but nothing stood out. You got a few good hits in his chest, but he always threw that final blow.
Your match tonight was going to be different. You knew your own weaknesses and you knew his; you just had to execute the game perfectly. You got ready for the press conference you had together, trying not imagine what he'd be wearing. In all honesty there wasn't a day that year that you hadn't thought about Jud. The matches you watched of his showed his power and it had an effect on you. At the end of the match he was bloody, sweaty but always with a smile or smirk on his face. You found yourself tracing his bare chest and lingering on his shorts. You'd imagine what he looked like taking them off, his cock erect and yours for the tasting. You had touched yourself some times thinking of him. Today you had to ignore those feelings. Try to play into the rivalry and think of him as the enemy.
The press conference was nothing different, however you felt Jud's eyes on you almost the whole time. You would articulately answer a question, but his smirk and blue eyes caught your gaze. At one point as he mentioned you while he was answering a question, he pat your thigh. You felt a warm shock over your body and your hard work trying to ignore your attraction to him went out the window. The conference ended after his answer and you wanted to ask what hotel he was staying in, but your coach pulled you away from the conference room for training.
In the training room your coach noticed that your mind was somewhere else. You tried snapping back into it but all you could think about was seeing Jud again. Inviting him to your hotel room and taking off his clothes. The unspeakable things you could do together. It wasn't until you remembered how he had left you that morning that your lust melted back into anger. Your coach noticed the change and pulled you aside. He placed his hands on your shoulders and told you to use whatever you were feeling against Jud Duplencity; you were going to win.
It didn't hit you until you placed the first hit into Jud's ribs that you had to fight with hate. You were smart; very smart but with that hate you were a showstopper. Jud got a few punches but you were fast and hateful. Your attraction turned to hatred and you were a winner before you could even realise you had Jud on the floor. As the judge lifted your arm and announced your win, you threw Jud a smirk and he smiled back. He somehow knew you were fighting differently and maybe he liked it? You didn't think before doing this but before you were handed your winning belt you whispered in Jud's ear,
"1410" your hotel room number. All boxers were usually in the same hotel and you had spotted Jud in the hotel lobby that afternoon.
He smiled at you and you saw the blood between his teeth and on his swollen lip. You imagined kissing him and tasting his blood.
That evening you convinced your friends you were too tired to party. You waited in your hotel room and checking your reflection every minute or so to see if you looked good. Maybe you were still riding the high of the win but you know you looked good. You heard a gentle knock on your door and opened it. Still a hint of adrenaline in your blood as you opened the door and pulled Jud inside. Before either of you could speak you were making out on the couch. Your tongue's dancing and your hands all over each other. You got on your eyes and unbuckled his pants.
"You don't have to do this." He held your head so you could looking his eyes.
"I want to." You kissed his hand and made your way back to his waist. His cock hard in his underwear as you kissed it over the fabric. You released him from his boxers and his cock stood hard in your face. You put your lips around him as he quivered. He held the back of your head and let you move at your own pace. You hollowed your cheeks and covered his cock in spit, making it so much easier to slide up and down him. He was big, but you knew what you were doing. You brought a hand up to move in sync with your mouth along his cock.
"Fuck. Just, just like that." He moaned as his hand on your head grabbed your hair tighter. In that moment, he pushed himself deeper into you. You gagged a little but kept him inside. You felt his cock twitch as you gagged. You swirled your tongue around his tip as you tasted his precum.
"I'm gonna, i'm gonna cum." he groaned deep. You hummed in approval again him which made him shake and orgasm into your mouth. You didn't let him out fully until he was empty. Moans leaving him and held your hair between his fingers.
You swallowed his cum as he watched you, a smirk forming on his face. He brought his other hand to your head and gently pulled you to his face for a kiss. Your lips were puffy and wet as you collided with his. He leaned back onto the couch and took you with him. You both laughed as you fell onto him. Lying on his warm chest felt safe and comfortable.
You looked up at him and noticed the bruise you had left on his lower lip. You reached your right hand up and brushed it with your thumb.
"I'm sorry." You had whispered it without thinking. A subconscious intent to bridge the rivalry that was between you two. Jud took your hand and placed it on his chest.
"You don't have to apologise. You won fair and square. I'm proud." The word spun around your mind. proud? You weren't proud about the hatred you played with tonight. You wanted to make it up to him. You wanted to show him you didn't really hate him. None of this was a 'mind game' like he implied.
"Stay tonight." You felt Jud exhale. Before he could answer you continued,
"Don't leave in the morning. Last time it... It hurt me." He held your hand tighter and looked down at you. Your eyes met and in an instant he has flipped you on your back. He was on top of you and before you could repeat your question his lips met yours. The kiss was softer than usual; a kinder, sweeter and loving kiss. You melted into it and you let out a sweet moan. He pulled back as you tried to follow him, wanting more.
"I'll stay. I'll never hurt you again, baby." He smiled as a pink blush rose to his cheeks. You smiled too and felt the same warmth under your cheeks. You closed the gap between you and gave him a loving kiss back. You could imagine doing this every day.
He didn't leave that morning and it was the calmest morning you had experienced for a while. He made breakfast and helped you pack your suitcase. It felt like he was truly making up for having hurt you even a little.
You thought this would be the last time you'd sleep with him for a while, but it kept happening. For months. You would meet at hotels, clubs and this night at your apartment. Jud had a fight against someone the next evening , but he had insisted he wanted to fuck you at your apartment. The request turned you on in an instant and you couldn't say no.
That evening you planned to cook him dinner after you fuck. Italian pasta because it reminded you both of your childhoods. Growing up boxing near new york meant you both knew a lot of Italian families. Sleepovers at fellow boxer's houses meant delicious Italian home cooked meals.
The sex was great. It always was. He knew what you wanted and needed at this point. But, it wasn't repetitive as he somehow made it fun every time. You'd end up laughing into kisses or on each other's bodies. It was sweet and you enjoyed every second. He always made you cum first and didn't finish until you were satisfied. You wanted the same for him too. Once you had orgasmed it was his turn and it was even better when you'd finish at the same time, like today. You both laid back in bed, your bodies layered in sweated and kisses. You lean next to his body with his arm around you. You rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. A cigarette was already between his pink lips. You had told him it was bad to smoke but you couldn't deny you looked hot.
You asked him about his match and how you appreciated that he was here even though he couldn't be resting. He mentioned his opponent's name and how it was an easy win but you froze. That name sending a deep chill down your spine. Jud noticed and turned towards you and held your face.
"Hey baby. Baby, what's wrong?" His thumbs brushed your cheeks. You hadn't realised you were crying. You followed Jud's breathing. Slow and deep as you pressed foreheads together. Your heartbeat slowed and Jud guided your head to the pillow.
You told Jud about what his opponent had done to you a few years ago. You were only 17 and him a year older. You had beat him in a match and after the game he jumped you with his friends outside the arena. They lied and said some fans wanted to say hello. They got you away from your coach and as they beat you up in the wet alley, they shouted homophobic slurs and insults your way. You remember laying on the ground until an adult found you. You never told anyone who it was before today. Jud was silent and you felt an anger wave through him as he sat up in bed.
"I'll kill him." He was serious and had no humour in his tone. He stared at the wall and he only snapped back once you brought your hand to his chin. You turned his face to yours and tried to calm him down by placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Just win please." You smiled, but he only nodded.
His fury seemed to calm once you cooked for him and you both got ready for bed. You asked him to hug you to sleep as you knew it made him calm. You wanted to tell him all the feelings you had for him, but didn't want to throw him off his game.
The next morning was normal. You and Jud had a cooked breakfast before he left for practice. Something about it felt so domestic as if you could imagine mornings like this forever.
You took your seat by the ring at 7:45pm. It was a good seat given to most boxers or famous people. You sat next to a movie star whose name you couldn't remember. She was nice and dressed quite fancy; maybe she had a premiere after the fight.
Jud entered the ring he looked mad, but something was off. His head was lowered as he stared at his opponent through his eyebrows. The gaze was almost evil. You wanted to get his attention so you could wave at him, but he seemed too in the moment.
When the match started his opponent got no hits in. It was quick and brutal. The opponent fell to the ground hard, but Jud didn't stop. Multiple punches to the face and the back of the head. Without thinking you stood up and begged him to stop. You couldn't be heard over the roaring crowd. The judge dragged Jud off the man on the ground; his chest not rising. He was dead. You knew instantly. All you could do was stare at Jud as the reality slowly hit him. His eyes met yours and your vision became blurry as tears welled in your eyes. He was dragged backstage before you could make it to him.
You paced the falls of the venue for hours, calling Jud and asking employees if you could see him. Nothing. You went home and kept calling and calling, but still nothing. You couldn't sleep. The sound of bones breaking and blood splashing on the mat replayed in your head. If it wad haunting you, you could only imagine how awful it was for Jud.
You didn't hear from Jud again. His coach issued a statement that he was retiring from boxing after the death of his opponent. You tried to call and even showed up to his apartment, but still nothing.
Rumours spread fast. You heard he was living on the streets and addicted to drugs. Heard he was in and out of jail. The worst rumours were that he died. Killed by some gang or worse, himself.
You had heard it many times that you almost believed it to be true too. You grieved him. A hole left in your heart where he used to be. You wished you had never told him anything about that guy. Maybe Jud would still be here. Your career went on but something in you died that day too.
You thought you'd never see Jud Duplencity again, until today.
Notes: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed as this is my first time writing smut so it's probably mid. There will be a part 2 with priest Jud hehe.
