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Jeremy x Landon
The fight club was alive with energy, a symphony of fists hitting flesh, the roar of the crowd, and the sharp scent of sweat and adrenaline. Jeremy stood in the center of the ring, his chest rising and falling as he rolled his shoulders, the tattoos on his arms glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. He smirked, his sharp jawline tensing as he cracked his knuckles. Across the ring, Landon emerged, his entrance met with a deafening chant of “KING, KING, KING!” The crowd loved him, adored him, worshipped him—and Landon knew it. His perfectly styled hair, and that infuriatingly confident smirk made Jeremy’s blood boil in the best way.
“Ready to lose, Volkov?” Landon called out, his voice dripping with arrogance. He stepped into the ring, his fists raised, his stance cocky and loose.
Jeremy’s smirk deepened. “Keep talking, King. It’ll make it sweeter when I wipe that smug look off your face.”
The bell rang, and they lunged at each other. Fists flew, bodies collided, and the crowd roared. Jeremy ducked under Landon’s jab, landing a solid punch to his ribs. Landon grunted, but retaliated with a swift uppercut that Jeremy barely dodged. They were evenly matched, their movements fluid and calculated, each punch and parry a testament to their skill. But as the minutes dragged on, the fight began to feel… routine. The spark of competition dulled, replaced by something else entirely.
Jeremy blocked another punch, his forearm pressing against Landon’s. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded. The chanting crowd, the flashing lights, the pounding music—none of it mattered. There was only the heat between them, the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks.
“Getting tired?” Landon taunted, his breath hot against Jeremy’s skin.
“Bored, actually,” Jeremy shot back, his voice low and rough. He shoved Landon back, and they circled each other, their breaths heavy, their eyes locked.
Finally, Jeremy raised his hands. “Call it,” he said to the ref. “This is going nowhere.”
Landon smirked, lowering his fists. “Fine by me. I was just warming up anyway.”
The crowd groaned in disappointment as the ref declared the match a draw. Jeremy and Landon exited the ring, their energy still crackling between them. Landon grabbed a towel from one of his cousins, Eli, who gave him a knowing look. Jeremy ignored the rest of the Heathens—Nikolai and Killian were too busy arguing with Creighton to notice him slipping away.
Jeremy found Landon in the private section of the fight club, a dimly lit alcove away from prying eyes. Landon was leaning against the wall, towel slung over his shoulder, his chest still heaving from the fight. Jeremy stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing.
“You fight like you’re trying to impress someone,” Jeremy said, his voice low and teasing. He took a step closer, his eyes raking over Landon’s body.
Landon smirked, his arrogance undiminished. “Maybe I was. You’d have to try harder to keep up, Volkov.”
Jeremy’s lips twitched in amusement. He closed the distance between them, his body pressing against Landon’s. “Careful, King. You’re starting to sound like you care.”
Landon’s smirk faltered for a split second, but he recovered quickly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I could’ve won that match if I wanted to.”
Jeremy chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Is that why you’re shaking?”
Landon’s breath hitched, and Jeremy felt a surge of triumph. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with Landon’s. The air between them was electric, charged with unspoken need. Landon’s hand shot out, grabbing Jeremy’s collar and pulling him into a rough, searing kiss. Their lips crashed together with a hunger that had been building for weeks, months—longer than either of them would admit.
Jeremy growled into the kiss, his hands gripping Landon’s hips and slamming him against the wall. Landon moaned, his fingers tangling in Jeremy’s hair, pulling him closer. The kiss was fierce, punishing, a battle of dominance that neither of them wanted to lose. Jeremy’s tongue slid against Landon’s, claiming him, marking him in a way that made Landon’s knees weak.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their foreheads pressed together. Landon’s lips were swollen, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, but there was no venom in his voice.
Jeremy chuckled, his hands sliding up Landon’s sides. “You love it.”
Landon rolled his eyes, but the smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Jeremy leaned in, his lips brushing against Landon’s neck. “I don’t have to,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He bit down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Landon. Jeremy sucked on the mark, ensuring it would be visible for days, a silent claim that only they would understand.
Landon’s hands gripped Jeremy’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. “Fuck, Jeremy,” he breathed, his voice trembling.
Jeremy pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Say it again.”
Landon hesitated, his pride warring with the need coursing through him. But Jeremy’s hand slid down, cupping him through his shorts, and Landon’s resolve crumbled. “Jeremy,” he moaned, his hips thrusting forward instinctively.
Jeremy’s smirk was triumphant. “That’s what I thought.” He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he yanked the shorts down. Landon’s cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Jeremy didn’t waste time. He wrapped his lips around the tip, teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue.
Landon’s head fell back against the wall, his hands gripping Jeremy’s hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
Jeremy’s hands tightened on Landon’s hips, holding him still as he took him deeper, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Landon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling as Jeremy worked him with ruthless precision. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sucking moans, and Landon’s quiet curses.
“Jeremy,” Landon groaned, his voice desperate. “Fuckk...”
Jeremy pulled off with a wet pop, his smirk predatory. “Good boy.” He stood up, his hand wrapping around Landon’s cock and stroking him roughly. “Come for me, baby.”
Landon’s eyes rolled back as he came, his release spilling over Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until Landon was trembling and spent.
Landon’s chest heaved as he lay back on the cold metal bench, the aftermath of his orgasm still pulsing through him. Jeremy stood over him, his eyes dark and hungry, a predator savoring his prey. The air between them was electric, thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Jeremy’s voice, low and commanding, broke the silence.
“Take off your shirt.”
Landon’s lips curled into a smirk, and slowly takes of his shirt, teasing Jeremy.
Jeremy’s gaze raked over him, a heat in his eyes that made Landon’s skin prickle. “Good boy.”
Before Landon could respond, Jeremy’s hands were on him, pushing him back onto the bench with a force that knocked the breath from his lungs. Landon’s back hit the cold metal, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his body. Jeremy leaned over him, his breath hot against Landon’s neck as he whispered, “You’re mine tonight.”
Landon’s heart raced, his body responding to Jeremy’s dominance in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Jeremy silenced him with a rough kiss, his tongue claiming Landon’s mouth with a possessiveness that left no room for argument.
When Jeremy finally pulled away, Landon was panting, his lips swollen and his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Jeremy’s smirk was back, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out a length of rope.
Landon’s eyes widened. “Where the hell did you get that?”
Jeremy didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed Landon’s wrists and pinned them above his head. The rope was rough against his skin as Jeremy began to tie it, the knots tight and unyielding. Landon struggled instinctively, but Jeremy’s grip was firm, his hands moving with a precision that left no room for escape.
“Stop fighting,” Jeremy growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re just making it worse for yourself.”
Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy tightened the rope, the pressure on his wrists sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He was completely at Jeremy’s mercy, and the thought sent a wave of heat through his body.
When Jeremy was satisfied with the knots, he stepped back, his eyes roaming over Landon’s bound form. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Landon’s cheeks flushed, but he held Jeremy’s gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and need. “What are you going to do now?”
Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you beg.”
Landon’s breath caught in his throat as Jeremy’s hands began to move over his body, his touch both rough and teasing. His fingers trailed down Landon’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before moving lower, to the edge of his waistband.
Landon’s hips bucked instinctively, but Jeremy’s hand pressed down on his stomach, holding him still. “Not yet,” Jeremy murmured, his lips trailing down Landon’s neck.
Landon’s eyes fluttered closed as Jeremy’s teeth grazed his skin, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Jeremy’s lips moved lower, down his chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple before his teeth caught it, biting down just enough to make Landon gasp.
“Fuck, Jer,” Landon breathed, his voice trembling with need.
Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk against Landon’s skin, and he moved lower, his hands sliding under Landon’s waistband and pushing his pants down his hips. Landon’s cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Jeremy’s eyes darkened with desire.
“Look at you,” Jeremy murmured, his fingers wrapping around Landon’s length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “So desperate for me.”
Landon’s breath hitched, his hips arching instinctively into Jeremy’s touch. Jeremy’s grip tightened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “But I’m not going to let you come yet.”
Landon’s eyes flew open, his gaze locking with Jeremy’s. “What?”
Jeremy’s smirk was predatory as he straightened, his hand moving away from Landon’s cock. “You heard me.”
Landon’s heart raced, his body trembling with need as Jeremy’s hands moved to his thighs, pushing them apart. Jeremy’s fingers trailed up the inside of Landon’s thigh, making his breath catch in his throat.
“Jeremy,” Landon breathed, his voice desperate.
Jeremy’s gaze was dark as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear. “Beg.”
Landon’s eyes fluttered closed, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Jeremy’s lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned down, his tongue flicking over Landon’s entrance before his fingers pressed against it, teasing and probing. Landon’s breath hitched, his body arching instinctively into the touch.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “That feels so good. Fuckk.”
Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he added a second finger, stretching Landon open with a slow, deliberate precision. Landon’s breath caught in his throat. Jeremy’s fingers moved inside him, curling in a way that made Landon’s vision blur.
“Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Please.”
Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Good boy.”
With that, Jeremy’s fingers pulled away, and he stood, unbuckling his belt with a deliberate slowness that made Landon’s heart race. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them, his cock hard and eager.
Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy positioned himself between his legs, his hands gripping Landon’s hips as he lined himself up.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Jeremy’s smirk was predatory as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Hold on tight.”
With that, Jeremy thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure and pain mingled in a delicious cocktail.
Jeremy’s hands tightened on Landon’s hips, holding him still as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Landon’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of Jeremy’s movements.
“Jer,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “You’re mine.”
With that, Jeremy’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Landon to the edge of his sanity. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure exploded through him.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need.
With that, Jeremy’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving Landon to the edge of his sanity. Landon’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure exploded through him.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Landon gasped, his voice trembling with need. “I’m going to come.”
Jeremy’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, “Come for me, baby.”
Landon’s breath hitched, and his body tensed, his release spilling over his stomach as Jeremy continued to thrust into him. Jeremy’s movements became erratic, and with a groan, he spilled himself inside Landon, his body trembling with the force of his release.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Jeremy pulled out, his hands moving to untie the ropes that bound Landon’s wrists.
Landon’s arms fell to his sides, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Jeremy leaned down, his lips brushing against Landon’s ear as he whispered, "You are perfect, baby.”
Landon’s eyelids fluttered, and his voice, barely a whisper, trembled with the intensity of the moment, “Fuck, Jeremy.”