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His feet slapped softly against the floor as he walked up to the stage—up to the scales—for his weigh in; the silky fabric of his robe brushing against his thick thighs as he trotted up the steps. There wasn’t much of a crowd—not for this part of the show—but there were still a few people watching; outside of his pops, Coach Kev, the judging panel and his opponent’s team.
Charlie was one of them.
His green gaze was heavy and proprietary on Vinny’s form, and it was only through years of being in the public eye that stopped him from blushing in front of everyone. He didn’t look back at Charlie though, not because he didn’t want to—because fuck, he could look at that man for the rest of his life and never get bored—but because he knew Charlie would be unhappy with what he had done.
What he was about to do.
It was his turn to be weighed, and he’s not exactly going au naturale. Well, he’s not wearing much under his robe—just a pair of leopard print thong briefs—but what’s inside them isn’t his usual disappointing affair.
He’s always kept that part of him hidden as part of his professional boxing career, and whilst he could take a punch, he wasn’t strong enough to deal with the jeers and mocking that going out there with no added protection would lead to.
Charlie liked his small dick, yeah, but Charlie was a contrary sonofabitch, that no one else could compare to.
His name was called, and he disrobed; shucking the covering to the floor and flexing his arms to show off his muscles. He stepped onto the scales, but he didn’t hear what weight was called. He knew he was in range—had made sure of it—but the words confirming as such fell on deaf ears; too busy trying to ignore Charlie’s piercing gaze to hear them.
He saw his pops nod at him and he slipped the robe back on; making his way to his dressing room. He knew Charlie would follow him—had no doubt about it—but he didn’t want anyone else to be privy to their private moments; regardless of whether they were discussing his tiny dick, or what they were going to eat that night.
As far as the world knew, Vinny was single, liked women, and loved fighting. Only one of those things was 100% true.
He loved fighting. He did like women, but he liked men too. And he definitely wasn’t single.
Charlie didn’t care about them not being in the public eye; the soft, caring (but still snarky) Charlie that Vinny was in love with (not that he’d told the other man that), one only he was allowed to see anyway. Everyone else got the Charlie he wanted them to see.
Kinda like they got the Vinny he wanted them to see; so they didn’t look too closely at the Vinny he actually was.
He padded into his dressing room; Charlie closing the door behind them.
“Why do you stuff, Vin?”
Vinny looked at him the reflection of the mirror; the way those green eyes saw right through him, stripping him to the core making him look away first. “What, rabbit?” He asked, turning round and playing dumb; because he was only really brave in the ring.
Charlie sidled up to him; hands in his trouser pockets as he crowded Vinny close, right up against his dressing table. He pulled one hand free from the fabric hug of his pocket; his fingers dancing their way under his robe and teasing at the waistband of his thong briefs.
“I said, why do you stuff, Vin?” He then slipped his hand into Vinny’s underwear—all soft and slow—tips of his fingers brushing against Vinny’s tight balls, making him whimper, before he pulled the balled-up sock out from where it had been covering his dick; holding it up in front of him with a raised brow. “Why do you hide your true self, baby?”
Vinny could no longer play dumb; not with how preposterous that question was. “You fucking serious, rabbit?” He gestured at his now non-stuffed groin, where the small nub of his cock was half-hard just from Charlie’s proximity, but you wouldn’t be able to tell. No one would be able to tell he even had a dick from how little space it took up in his leopard-print briefs. And they were meant to be tight too. “Like I wouldn’t get laughed out the ring if anyone were to see how little punch I was actually packing.” He scoffed.
Charlie just rolled his eyes, because of course he did. “You saying you couldn’t show them why that’s a stupid fucking thing to do, just with one punch?”
He sighed and grabbed the sock from Charlie’s hand; throwing it to the side. “I hate to tell you this, rabbit, because you already have the ego of a mastermind villain who thinks they can take on the whole world and win—”
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, baby.”
Vinny huffed out a laugh but smiled; curling his hand around Charlie’s hip, pulling him closer. “—but, you’re unique in the world, in that when you look at my cock, you get hard and excited. Everyone else just feels pity at best; finds it hilarious at worst.”
“And I told you—” Charlie cupped Vinny’s scarred cheek in his hand. “—that the opinion of everyone else doesn’t matter shit.” He kissed him sweeter than most people would think Charlie Babbitt capable of; gently fondling Vinny’s dick through his briefs as he did so. Vinny moaned as he felt his cock fatten up, and the plump tip start to wet with pre-cum.
“Charlie…” He warned.
“What, baby?” Charlie offered him a sharp grin.
“I have a fight soon.”
Charlie didn’t seem deterred in the slightest. “I can get you off before then.”
Vinny sighed but didn’t stop Charlie touching him; he never wanted to stop him. “Not the point, rabbit. I can’t fight with a hard cock, or my shorts damp with pre-cum.”
“Not a problem.”
Charlie winked, and then sank to his knees; pulling Vinny’s stupid thong down with him. He nuzzled his face against Vinny’s cock and lapped over the sensitive head, making him tremble where he stood.
“Charlie…rabbit…don’t tease.”
“I’ll tell you what…” Charlie suckled on his whole cock and balls; drawing them into the wet heat of his mouth.
“What?” He croaked.
Charlie let Vinny’s spit-wet cock slip from his mouth and grinned up at him. “If I make you come now, you go out to your next weigh-in and fight—not this one, but the next one—and do it all with—” He kissed the sensitive tip. “—no—” Curled his tongue over the slit; encouraging his arousal to bead and drip onto his tastebuds. “—sock.”
Vinny whimpered; hands clutching the table behind him, desperate to come. He doesn’t want to expose himself to anyone else though. But Charlie was looking at him with lust in his eyes , and even though his smirk was sharp, his gaze was soft.
He knows that even if he says no right now, Charlie would still probably let him come, because for some reason Charlie thinks Vinny’s tiny cock is something to be worshipped and adored, and he loves worshipping and adoring him. With his mouth, especially.
And Vinny knows, that even though he’s suggesting this as a sort of deal between them; he knows that Charlie is doing this for him. Doing it because he feels that Vinny shouldn’t have to hide any part of himself from the world.
So even though he knows Charlie wouldn’t hold him to it—if he does it, if he gives in, and comes—Vinny will feel like he needs to follow through on his end of the deal, otherwise he’ll disappoint the man he’s in love with.
He wants to prove himself worth of Charlie’s belief in him; despite the fear that his next opponent and the audience would laugh at him.
Charlie has been pressing soft, wet kisses all over his cock and balls whilst he’s been thinking about his deal; not pressuring him to make a decision, just offering him unconditional love and affection, because he was obviously insane.
Neither of them had said they loved each other yet, but it’s been nine months since they first got together, and Vinny knows he loves the snarky asshole currently on his knees in front of him, like he’s never loved anyone before.
And he’s pretty sure Charlie loves him too, which when it comes down to it, is all he really needs.
“Okay.”
Charlie looked up at him; his eyes lit up, surprised but pleased. The silent praise making Vinny flush and his cock drip. Charlie sucked Vinny’s cock and balls back onto his tongue; deep into the wet clutch of his mouth. He suckled on the small, straining length and gently scraped the blunt edge of his teeth over the spongy tip; nipping at Vinny’s soft sac.
Vinny’s knees felt like they were going to buckle as Charlie slipped a finger in between his ass cheeks, and brushed the pad against his dry, puckered hole in small, coaxing circles. It was always the gentleness that got him.
He grunted as he came; spilling his load down Charlie’s waiting throat. Charlie swallowed it all down eagerly and continued sucking on him; through the aftereffects of his orgasm and the over-sensitivity until he was hard again. Vinny threaded his shaking fingers through Charlie’s soft hair and clutched at him desperately; bucking his hips and pushing his greedy, little cock further into Charlie’s mouth. Not that that would make Charlie choke—he didn’t have that many inches to give—but he was holding nothing back.
Charlie’s crooked nose was pressed right up against the wiry curls of his groin, and Vinny was so keyed up and his nerves felt like they were on fire, that it didn’t take long for him to come again.
Once the last ropes of seed have spilt from his slit onto Charlie’s tongue, Charlie lets him fall from his mouth. Vinny leant back against the dressing table; chest heaving. Charlie stood up, licked his lips like the cat who had got the cream, and tucked Vinny back into his skimpy outfit.
“You actually going to do it?”
Vinny shrugged; wiped his hand over his sweat-slick and flushed face. He looked at Charlie and then hauled him close and kissed him; licking his own taste from his mouth. Charlie kissed him back; hands curled possessively around Vinny’s hips. Vinny could feel the bulge of Charlie’s arousal, but the older man didn’t move to do anything about it.
“You asked me to, so yeah. I’ll do it.”
“So, if I asked you to fuck me with your Championship belt on, you’d say?” Charlie asked, fluttering his eyelashes.
Vinny chuckled and shucked him under the chin. “Don’t push your luck, rabbit.”
A week later
“Hey, Pazmanian Devil.” His opponent for the match, Oz ‘Thundercrack’ Burns, looked down at Vinny’s crotch where his lack of inches was hidden by his match shorts, but had previously been exposed as not-as-big-as-the-world-had-been-led-to-believe in the pre-match weigh-in only an hour or so before. Oz offered him a mocking sneer. “M’guessing you’re not keeping your fury in your shorts, huh? Not really keeping anything in there, are you?”
He knew something like this would happen eventually, but he’d made a deal. Vinny licked his tongue over his teeth and looked over at Charlie who was in the front row; watching him and looking proud. Sexy too, but mostly proud. He’s not sure what the press or fans think Charlie is to him, but he doesn’t care. He’s here, and that’s what matters.
He swiped his boxing glove over his bleeding eyebrow—courtesy of Thundercrack’s lightning quick right-hand—and cocked his head. “Just cos I have a small dick, doesn’t mean I can’t beat your ass, Oz.”
Oz scoffed and they circled each other; both waiting for the other to attack. “Channelling your sexual frustration into goading me are you?”
Vinny smirked and bounced on the balls of his feet, weaving and dodging Oz’s punch. “I ain’t frustrated—sexually or otherwise—just tired of seeing your face, Thundercrap.”
Oz made a jab for Vinny’s flank which he narrowly avoided; Vinny managing a graze along the line of his jaw in response. “It’s alright, Pazzy. You ain’t getting any. Happens to us all….you probably more than everyone else, though.”
Vinny huffed, rolling his eyes. They moved round the ring until Vinny had Charlie at his back and Oz in his sights. Sure, he was nervous for the reaction once more people clocked on to his secret, but he felt like he could take on anything the world threw at him, and that was because of Charlie.
“You see that gorgeous guy in the crowd behind me? Green eyes and a mouth you wish was wrapped around your dick?” Oz flicked his gaze from Vinny to Charlie in the audience and quirked his jerked his head in a nod.
“What about him?”
Vinny sniffed and bussed his glove against his cheek; rolling his shoulders and ignoring the noise of the crowd. It was just him and Oz, and the truth he could feel settle in his gut. “He knows I’m worth loving. Knows there’s nothing wrong with my dick even if it’s not as big as some people’s. And he knows I’m gonna beat you.”
He pulled his arm back and punched Oz right in the face; knocking him to the floor. Oz laid there sprawled out as the countdown was called; Vinny stood there with his chest heaving as it was clear he’d won. He knelt down next to Oz, who groaned; his head lolling against the floor.
“If he was right about me beating you, and winning, what else do you think he’s right about, huh?” He stood back up with a smirking huff; lightly nudging Oz on the shoulder.
He sought out Charlie in the crowd—everyone else around them going wild. He smiled; it had been easy, really, to knock Oz and his petty bullying down. Just like Charlie said it would be. He was tired of hiding.
His dick and his love for Charlie.
He strode towards the ropes and climbing through them, jumped out of the ring and towards Charlie. He looked at Charlie when he was scant inches in front of him, and Charlie looked back; silently daring him with a quirk of his mouth. What are you gonna do, Baby? He was saying silently.
Vinny picked him up and kissed him.
There in front of everyone.
Charlie smirked against his lips and kissed him back; he tasted even sweeter than his victory.
“Everyone’s gonna know now, baby.” Charlie murmured against his lips. What he had in his underwear, that he liked men as well as women, and who Charlie was to him. All of it.
“I know, rabbit.”
“Are you okay with that?”
They were both ignoring the crowd and the photos being taken; just the two of them in amongst the cacophony of life.
“M’not sure yet. Guess I’ll see. At least I’m not on my own, right?”
Charlie pressed their foreheads together; completely at home in Vinny’s arms. “I love you, Vin.” He murmured, softly. Because of course he was saying that right now.
“I know.” Vinny smirked, because he couldn’t not give him shit, and because he did know. Charlie had made sure of it. “I love you too.”
“Of course you do.” Charlie grinned, nipping his bottom lip and kissing him. “How could you not?”
Vinny just laughed and carried him out of the room; his pops and Coach Kev following him out; showing their support for him.
(He shouldn’t have been surprised when the press and fans ended up loving Charlie, because honestly…how could they not?)