A FIRST TIME MEETING: KEVIN DEREK VS. RAFAEL VEGA

“I’ll take that as a YES!!!”

Kevin responds to the colorful insult from his Brazilian prey as he leans back to get full pressure on that ankle and knee with both the pull and twist.

“What was it you said earlier? Oh yeah, either tap now or forfeit the use of this leg for the rest of the match punk!”

Loving that the situation was completely reversed now as Kevin grins and flexes his muscled legs tight into the dark tanned thigh between them.  Not a judo expert like his rival, but pretty sure this will do the trick.

“ARGHHH .. NAILS DUDE”

Glaring over at Rafael as he trying to pry his way into his sealed ankles.

Rafael's frustration flares as his words are spit back at him and he goes crazy trying to get himself free. The heat of the moment was clearly getting to him and he wasnt thinking clearly. Throwing caution to the wind he thrashes and jerks and twists and pulls, trying every combination thereof to sneak his ankle free and using plenty of energy in the process. This should have been the round he clinched out in his favor and won the match, but instead he was getting his ankle tormented.

Finding himself growing more and more tired with no sign of freeing his ankle, he must slowly come to terms with the reality before him. He gets one last good kick of frustration out, digging his free heel into Kevin's side, before finally tapping rapidly at his shin to signal his surrender of the second round.

"Idiot!" he mumbles to himself as he flops onto his back, more a comment to himself than directed at Kevin.

“Yeah kid … go ahead and use it up”

Kevin grins as Rafael thrashes around but is random and unfocused for the first time in the match thus getting him no where.  

“You are kind of a mess”

Wanting and needing to get into the hot Brazilian’s head for fall 3.  Kevin holds steady to keep the pressure on his opponents entire leg … from the tight scissoring of his locked legs to the constant pressure on Rafael’s knee and ankle.  Waiting for it and then …

“HUNGHHHH”

A hard heel lands down into Kevin’s side simultaneously with the tap.  Releasing the ankle from under his arm, but not about to let that heel shot go without response.  Instead of challenging the ref, he relaxes the  scissor on the way to release but shifts so he can grind his hard calf into Rafael’s bulge.  Continuing to mix it up with some mind games in his revenge before releasing fully and scooting back.

Rafael groans as the pain gradually decreases while Kevin releases the ankle lock. He sure takes his sweet time separating too, and Kevin's calf seems to drag harder than necessary over his bulge to tease him. Once completely freed Rafael rolls away onto his side and lays there panting for a few seconds while catching his breath. He was definitely tired now after two rounds, but he'd have to summon up everything left in the tank so he could ace this third one and secure the victory.

As he pushes up to stand there's quite the noticeable bulge in his shorts thanks to Kevin's antics. For someone who was used to posting thirst traps, this by itself was nothing new to him. What was occupying more of his mind was trying to figure out if this and the last event was Kevin messing with him on purpose, or just a coincidence. Was he getting mixed signals, or was it just him reading into things because he thought Kevin was semi-attractive? Gahh, best to ignore all that for now and focus on the match, right?

"Okay, you've got SOME skills" he admits as he turns to face Kevin and point at him. "But this last round is gonna be mine, got it? I've figured you out now, so it's over for you!" he declares confidently and he resumes a ready position.

Kevin gets up to a knee and watches his dangerous but seemingly worn opponent recover.  Pretty sure he’s salted his mind a bit with his intentionally “accidental” teases.

“You getting up man?”

He presses up to his feet and shakes his arms out to get ready to begin the final fall.  His bigger muscle hungry for some close in time with the Brazilian hottie at this point.

“Is that right?”

Kevin smiles, winks directly at Rafael and walks casually toward him … closing the distance between them and testing to see just how much he has gotten in Rafael’s head.  

“Might want to adjust those shorts”

Whispering just loud enough for the pretty boy to hear him as he goes for it …. Banking on Rafael’s curiosity as he walks up for an eye to eye, pec to pec bump before working his arms to lock them together.

Rafael watches closely as Kevin approaches him without a combat stance, unsure if he was going for a cocky no-guard opening or if he had some other motive. Either way Rafa would tense himself and be ready to throw down if Kevin was just trying to get tricksy. To his relief and surprise, he only had more to say in hushed tones by commenting specifically on his hard-on.

He hadn't thought anything about it before, but now that Kevin had gone out of his way to mention it, he was starting to feel a bit self-conscious about it. Should he take that to mean he had done it on purpose? Grahh it was all confusing! "Why? Getting mesmerized by just looking?" he quickly spits back and grabs his junk so he can give it a lewd shake at Kevin.

It's then that his opponent springs into a grapple that Rafael had prepared for. Lacing hands and digging his feet into the mat, Rafael revs his engine for the last round by giving it everything he's got left. He shoves hard for a few moments like he's trying to overpower Kevin into the ropes, but he only wants to goad Kevin into pushing back at him harder. Once he has that resistance, he would step back and pivot to the side with a foot out, trying to trip Kevin and send him into a faceplant to the mat to make him look like a fool.

In close now and fingers lacing together for a tight lockup as Kevin’s pecs press back into Rafael’s. Their faces in close as the two combatant’s lock eyes….

“Yeah … maybe a little”

Kevin continues with the mind games as they continue the dance of the lockup. Pushing and counter pushing in tandem with Kevin’s grip tightening to get ready for his next move. Pressing hard into his opponent when “WTF” …. His eyes go wide as he surges forward and starts to go down but with his hands still gripped firmly on Rafael’s.

His body twists as he goes to his back and jerks down hard against his opponent’s trapped hands to try and send him down and over onto his back instead.

The confirmation of Kevin's interest in him was a shock to Rafael's system and definitely threw off his concentration. Knowing you might possibly be interested in guys was one thing, but to have the attraction admitted right to your face was much harder to deal with. He gets flustered as his brain refuses to come up with a reasonable comeback. His takedown is likewise distracted too, leaving Kevin the opening he needs to counter things.

"Hrghh!" he groans as Kevin sends him onto his back instead with the other on top of him. He plants his feet and bridges up as soon as he can to try and roll the two so that he could make it back on top and resume his own plan from before he got side-tracked by the flirting.

“YES!”

A simple reply to the grunt as Kevin’s counter worked and he quickly rolls through to get his body on top of Rafael’s”

“HOLD STILL FOR JUST A LITTLE ….RRHHHH”

Kevin throws his leg across his opponent’s legs and uses it to line their bodies up perfectly together.  Feeling the roll over attempt as Rafael bridges up, he spreads his legs out wide and presses his hips down trying to settle the Brazilian stud back down to the canvas.  Hands still locked and Kevin’s mind is back on the grapevine he almost secured during fall 1.

In the middle of his bridging up, Kevin just has to make things difficult by sweeping his legs over and lining the two of them up rather than getting tossed to the side like he was supposed to. He feels Kevin's weight start to bear down on his midsection as he keeps the bridge suspended up for a few moments, exhaling hard against gritted teeth as he turns to lurch and toss Kevin's balance off-sides.

However, the pace of the match was starting to catch up with the brazilian spitfire and his less than perfectly efficient use of energy over the last two rounds. His legs begin to quiver as he fights it, but his strength ends up giving out on him as his back finally collapses to the mat.