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 Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2025 12:45 pm
 
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Oh, now this was fun. This was a fight! Despite the pressure of the taunts and the dirty looks he was shooting at Luka, Alastair was undeterred from his focus. Hasan wasn't even upset when his haymaker didn't land as it should; the block was admirable and Alastair's swift counterattack was deliciously brutal. Pain radiated through Hasan's gut as the first fist made contact.
And the second had him seeing stars.
He reeled back, laughing in delight as he worked his aching jaw. "Ahh, ********, that was good." He meant it as genuine praise, but he wasn't quite ready to give up on the teasing just yet. The prince appraised his opponent with a grin. "Hmm, guess you've got it in you after all. Sure hope there's more where that came from."
Alastair moved in on him again, but his next attack was slow, and Hasan caught the fist with his hand. Before he could do much else, however, he was caught with a right hook -- another devastating blow to his jaw. Was he trying to make it so Hasan couldn't talk anymore?! Hasan pressed the back of his hand to his now bleeding lip, watching Alastair back away. "Yeah, I'd say you left a mark," he muttered. Then, louder: "Haha? Really? That's the best you've got?"
He was momentarily pleased with the backup from Luka, but their temporary alliance had apparently come to its end. Hasan scoffed at Hassie -- another weak and silly nickname -- but the next words out of Snowy's mouth made him blanch.
Chocolate--
A dozen images of Pascha flashed through his mind, none of them chaste, and he faltered under the gravity of everything he was trying to repress. He only vaguely registered the third moniker Luka proposed, and was too stunned to react in time to Alastair's next attack. He felt his leg give out, but couldn't get his arms up fast enough to parry the blow to his chest. In seconds he was flat on his back on the training room floor, all the wind knocked out of him. Hasan groaned, not even bothering to move from where he had landed.
"Alright, alright, you've got me beat," he wheezed. So much for using these two to keep him distracted... Hasan rubbed his chest as he sat up. He was no stranger to losing fights, especially when he wasn't putting his all into it, but the fact he'd gotten his s**t rocked so thoroughly just because of one tiny word had him feeling the slightest bit embarrassed. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "I'm gonna tap out for now. Maybe Luka can give you a better run for your money."
With his bearings gained, Hasan pushed himself to his feet and wandered over to a nearby bench, which he dropped himself onto. Grabbing the towel at his hip, he wiped down his face and dabbed at the crusted blood on his split lip. At the very least, he'd be sore in the morning, so that was something to be gained. He watched Luka and Alastair for a moment, curious to see how their match would go.
"I'm not gonna lie, I don't hate Bright Eyes. Sounds kinda romantic, though," he called with a wink.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2025 7:57 pm
 
Alastair tried really hard to keep his face from giving away that Luka had been right on the money. The simple mention of sibling had Atropia's face flashing in his mind and he knew he scowled slightly but managed to keep his focus. His weak attempt at a nickname made both other men laugh at him in their own ways. He tightened his hands slightly but even as Luka mocked him for a poor choice in words he came up with gold himself.
Chocolate Thunder.
The way he couldn't help but laugh made him almost miss his opening. It threw Hasan off so bad that he faltered, a look of something flashing across his face. Clearly the man was thinking hard and it was poorly timed. His father had made sure he was trained better than to miss an opening, and as he slid his foot forward he grinned. An actual, honest expression for the Corthyr prince. One that up until then only his little sister had seen. And even then probably not her because he wasn't fighting her ever. Not physically anyway. " Too slow!" he called out moments before his leg shifted and he hooked Hasan's ankle pulling his leg forward before he opened his hand and instead of hitting the man in the chest with a closed fist he slammed him down onto the ground. He leaned over him for a moment, a brief glimpse of making sure he wasn't too badly hurt as he gave in. Alastair smirked, backing up and rolling his shoulders as he flexed his fingers out. " I don't know about you two, but my father made sure I got trained at the least, so I'm not an easy target to take down." he knew that it was risky to admit but he was proud of himself. Hasan wasn't an easy target and if he didn't get that chance it would have been a while. He shot Luka a look that challenged him to try it out before he let out another laugh. " Nah, I liked your reaction to Chocolate Thunder better, although sure looked like your mind wasn't here for a second." he promptly turned the teasing back onto the other prince as he took a breath in and out, keeping himself focused.
WHO WITH: Two Loud Idiots (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: Thank you Yokka for the layout!
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2025 11:30 pm
 It didn’t take much to catch the moment he knew his words had affected Alastair. ’Ah, so it is a sibling…Gonna have to poke at that soft spot some more later. Wonder which one is his…’ Luka mused to himself as he watched the two spar, taking his own notes on both strengths and weaknesses. Both seemed to be trained well, which would work for him a bit. They didn’t seem to have been born in the same world he had been. Grinning, he shifted a bit to remain comfortable against the machine at his back and began formulating his own plan for whichever won.
Just like with the squirt, he didn’t miss when his words struck Hasan either. Chocolate Thunder had rung a bell in him, one that his opponent took quick advantage of. A wince flashed over his face at the takedown, sympathy dancing in his eyes as he leaned forward a bit to look down at Hasan. Yeah, that had to have hurt. But, he should have been more prepared. Hadn’t he just chastised him for letting himself get caught by an opponent. The twist of it all had him laughing softly under his breath, pleased that he wasn’t the only one taking licks around the gym.
”Oh, I’m going to do more than that.” His expression turned devious as he rolled his shoulders a bit. He made sure to clap Hasan on the back in support, shooting him a teasing wink before facing off with Alastair. The other man’s proclamation had him laughing again, this time he didn’t bother to hide the sound. Well well, it seemed the squirt was finally ready to play along with them. Intrigued, Luka cracked the knuckles in both hands before shifting into a stance that he’d picked up from a boxer back in the bars he’d brawled in as a teenager. Left foot forward, right foot back and turned out slightly. His hands were lifted just below his chin, while his amber eyes narrowed on his opponent.
”I doubt Daddy’s lessons will help you here, Squirt. I was taught to fight on the streets, and in my ring there are no rules. Think you can take me down?” He made no move to strike first, more than happy to goad his opponent into swinging first. As he waited, Hasan’s comment drifted through his head and had his laughter rising from his chest for a third time. It gave him a kick that both the names had caused some kind of affect in the other man.
”I say we go with both. Chocolate Thunder can be your wrestling name, and Bright Eyes will be just something for the three of us. Like our own kind of inside joke.” Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'Show me what you’ve got, Squirt!’
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2025 3:15 pm
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Losing on purpose was one thing, but accidentally letting someone win from being caught off guard was a harder blow to Hasan's ego than he wanted to admit. Particularly when he'd intended to use Alastair and Luka to forget about his romantic lust-fueled troubles. So much for that plan... At least they were proving to be fun to spend time with, not to mention a good challenge when it came to sparring. Well, Alastair was; Hasan had yet to see whether Luka could put his money where his mouth was.
His eyes were trained on the man's stance -- boxer, street-style, much the same way Hasan learned how to fight. He'd received some formal training from instructors at the castle, but the vast majority of his experience had been earned in back alleys and on the battlefield. There was definitely something to be learned from both of his new friends; there was experience to be gained from every skirmish and every opponent.
Though right now the only thing he was experiencing was pure frustration.
Hasan dropped an elbow on his knee and rubbed a hand over his face with a groan. He could only conceive of one possible way to put an end to this, and he feared it was going to make the energy weird. "I'm so ******** serious right now," he stated, bordering on begging. "If you keep calling me Chocolate Thunder, I'm gonna get a boner."
A crazy thing to drop out of nowhere. But what choice did he have? It wasn't like he could even begin to explain why, either. Sorry, Alastair, my mind was somewhere else because I was thinking about a certain someone's clever little tongue on my--
"So unless you guys want things to get weird in here, maybe we stick to Bright Eyes. Or Haha. Brown Thunder, even." Anything but chocolate.
Hasan grimaced and leaned back, bracing his hands against the bench seat. Hopefully he had not just scared away his new friends by being an absolute freak. If they were still willing to stick around, though, then maybe this companionship might actually blossom into something persistent. Luka seemed willing to code names for the three of them, which was genuinely adorable -- so long as Hasan was able to get rid of Chocolate Thunder. "Or how about a trade? We stick to something I don't hate, and I'll call you two something you don't hate. Lulu, Snowy, Squirt, Marshmallow... Whatever you want is off the table. Deal?"
Plucking the towel from his shoulder, Hasan waved it in front of him. "And let's get this show on the road. I wanna see how the streets hold up to daddy's lessons!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2025 7:35 pm
Alastair's eyes scanned Luka's form. Okay he was a little different, but not so much that Alastair wouldn't be capable enough to take him down. He grinned as the white haired man told him his father's lessons wouldn't help him, and with a slight shift of his foot, he had widened his stance slightly. " Lucky me, you might actually be a challenge." his voice sounded less serious than it had before, he was grateful they had moved off the topic of his sister and they could focus on the moment. Sure, he knew it would come back up, it always would. However right now he had to keep his cool and maintain the fact that he had actually taken a couple of good hits from Hasan. He wasn't going to let himself be goaded in again so quickly. Luka made a good point, and he couldn't help but feel his lips twitch before he focused in again, something told him he needed to be full focused on this spar because Luka's stance was more like the boys in the town, he ended up fighting with, not his mentors.
Hasan's words did take him off guard for a moment, causing him to blink and his hands loosened slightly. Oh, that was something that got to him that way, huh? He laughed under his breath as he readjusted and as he watched the other man's posture, trying to figure out his weak spots before he took a physical hit and had been proved otherwise. Shaking his head he slid his foot forward slightly. " I'm beginning to like you two, so let's not make it that weird." he had felt himself relaxing slightly in a way he hadn't managed to in a while, it was actually kind of nice. Before he said anything else he shifted his weight and took the first swing towards Luka. He was still guarding his body while he aimed, trying to gauge at first what he had to do to get the advantage over him. Clearly, he was more focused than the man sitting on the bench, so he too had to focus more.
He didn't like the nickname, he had to admit, but so long as they kept it in the private and not shouted out in the halls for anyone to hear that was fine. He also didn't really want his sister to catch wind of his finding people he could possibly get along with, where normally it's a good thing, he knew she'd be teasing him immediately and wouldn't let up. he loved her dearly, but she was the only one who knew how to push each and every one of his buttons.
WHO WITH: Snowy and Bright Eyes (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Begrudgingly Amused
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2025 7:44 pm
”You have no idea, Squirt.” Was all he said in response to Alastair’s smartass comment. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. Little dude needed to be taken down a few pegs, especially after his win against Hasan. Had it not been for being distracted, Luka knew the bigger man should’ve won. That was his bad, but he would make it up to him another time. For now, he had to handle Daddy’s boy first.
Laughter erupted from him at the words Hasan tossed at his back. Okay, now that was just fantastic! He had to hold up a hand, asking Alastair for a moment while he tried to catch his breath. It took him two full minutes before he had himself under control, his head shaking as he wiped tears from his eyes. Oh man, he had needed that. More than he realized, Luka mused as he returned his body back to its previous position.
”You getting all excited over a name isn’t going to stop me, big guy. Might as well just get used to it, Chocolate Thunder. Oh yeah, he was going to keep using the nickname. If making Hasan all turned on also managed to weird Alastair out, then it was a win-win. He could gain the victory and they could all go back to sweating it off as new friends. Or they could go get some food. He was good with either.
Alastair’s first swing had him shifting his weight to the right, his body sliding around to put him at his opponents side rather than in front. The new position gave him the perfect view of the other man’s kidney, his fists moving quickly to catch him just above his hip. He made sure to hold back, only using half his strength. The last thing he wanted was for his new friend to be pissing blood after their match. It would just be enough to catch him off guard, giving Luka the advantage and pulling a grin back over his features.
”Come on, Has, it’s just a name. Do you have like a food kink or something? I’m gonna need more context if you want me to give up such a perfect moniker.” As he spoke, he chanced a look towards where the darker man was sitting. It cost him, having misjudged how quick Alastair could be when he tried. He took the punch to his jaw, amber eyes flashing vengeance as his body slid to the left this time and he shot his opponent a scarleted tinted grin.
”Cheap shot, Squirt. You’re gonna pay for that.” with his expression shifting to a more serious one, he feigned a jab from the left and swallowed a laugh when it did exactly what he wanted. With Alastair moving to avoid the fake out, Luka was able to slide his right foot forward just enough to close the space between them. From here, his right fist crossed over his chest quickly to connect with his opponent's jaw. The power was pulled back, of course, but it should have been enough to scramble him a bit and knock him back a few steps that the snowy haired man would just close right back in on. Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'Little punk has a hell of a jab…’
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 6:22 pm
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
For one, blissful, beautiful moment, when Alastair admitted he was coming to like them and agreed to not let things get weird, Hasan thought he was home free. That his new friends would be uncharacteristically understanding in this, his time of greatest need. That they could collectively shrug off his embarrassment and leave it in the past where it belonged.
Then Luka laughed.
A lot.
For a truly, obnoxiously, unnecessarily, excruciatingly long time.
For every second that passed with Luka's laughter echoing off the walls of the weight room, Hasan's expression grew more and more sour. His only saving grace was that he had precious little pride to bruise. And this was -- more than likely -- going to be the most humiliated he could ever be around them. There was something to be said about getting the hard stuff out of the way first, right?
Ugh.
The scowling prince watched the ensuing spar with pure vitriol. Was it too much to hope that Alastair would totally kick Luka's a** and deliver unto him a sufficiently humiliating and karmic punishment? It seemed so, with the two of them exchanging blows -- and the upper hand.
"It's not a ********' food kink," he retorted miserably. Pascha's voice echoed through his head: Chocolate Hasan. "Just a... word association thing." He was loathe to give out more details than that. But if Luka was being genuine about there being a chance he'd let it go, Hasan supposed, with the damage already done, he had no face left to lose. "Like a, uh... kink for someone who already calls me something like that." Surely that was explanation enough. And if it wasn't? Hasan was contemplating misplacing the bricks below Luka's feet in retaliation.
For now, he'd settle on betting on his One True Friend Here. Hasan sat up and cupped his hands over his mouth. "Let's go, Al, don't fall for his tricks! Fight dirty if you have to!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2025 7:58 pm
What the Corthyr prince didn't expect was Luka's reaction to Hasan's comment. He blinked as the white-haired man took a while to catch his breath. He raised one hand to cover his mouth as a way to hide his small grin, the reaction from Hasan further almost drawing a chuckle out of him. Almost. Once Luka had finally pulled himself together Alastair took the chance to start and it cost him briefly, a sting on his side radiated out where Luka's fist hit his kidneys and he gritted his teeth but the momentary distraction to shoot a comment over to Hasan made his eyes flash as he raised another hand and this time he caught Luka's jaw. He grinned right back at the man before he stepped back slightly. " Shouldn't get distracted." he shot back, but it held less irritation than it had for most of the time they'd been in the weight room. He was actually having fun, with someone other than Atropia for once. And man, could they match him blow for blow. He didn't entirely have to hold back with them, which helped in many ways. He didn't want to kill them, but it didn't mean that he wasn't going to leave them with a bruise or two.
If anyone asked Alastair, he was distracted by Hasan's reply back to Luka, although he misjudged the fake-out not matter how he tried to play it off. He moved to the left to try and avoid the hit, but he didn't move fast enough, and Luka hit him back in the jaw as he had. He stumbled back, his hand raising to the side of his lips as he smirked. " Oh it's on." His green eyes flashed as he allowed Luka to step in closer and he knew he would take a hit, but he gritted his teeth as Luka landed his next punch before he aimed for his side, holding back on his strength as he was beginning to enjoy their company, he didn't want to push them away. When Luka was hopefully stunned for a second, he backed up and spit to the side, making a mental note to clean that up later. " Someone else calls you that? It must be sexual if you're calling it a kink." for all the experience that he lacked, he knew more than he let on, shooting a quick glance over to Hasan for a moment before his eyes focused back onto Luka, he knew better now than to leave him unwatched.
WHO WITH: Snowy and Bright Eyes (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Begrudgingly Amused
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2025 10:11 pm
Luka chanced a look at Hasan as he moved around Al, catching the sour look on the other man's features. Okay, maybe he should dial it back a bit. He didn't want to piss the guy off. He seemed good natured enough, after all. And he could use a few more friends that were of the more laid back variety. As much fun as it was to screw with the guy, the thought of a buddy trumped the desire to torment him. Only by a margin, but it was enough to have him reeling it in a bit.
Of course, he hadn't for a second expected to get an actual answer from the guy. It had a wicked grin curling over his lips, intrigued by who it could be that called him such a name. Was it someone from his own kingdom? Or someone he had met here at the school? There were quite a few prospective candidates within Utopia, so Luka was leaning more towards the latter. This cost him, though. His side took the hit Alastair threw at him, a soft OOF escaping as he pivoted on his right foot to put a bit more space between them. Little brat was quicker than he looked.
"I have to agree with Al on this one. Who's the hottie who has the honor of calling you Chocolate Thunder, Has? We need deets." Luka took a few seconds to catch his breath before stepping back into Alastair's space. He didn't want to give his opponent a chance to recoup and win by rallying against him. No, no, this was his fight. He was taking the W on this one no matter what he had to do.
While he waited for their companion to answer their questions, the snowy haired man shot forward to invade his opponents space. Swing from the right, fake left, hit to the ribs. Side step, dodge a swing, another hit to the kidney. Luka made sure to put a bit more power behind each hit as it came, wanting to make quick work of his opponent. Not enough to really injure the guy, but definitely enough to have him rocking some killer bruises in the morning. He wanted the squirt to remember who he had fought every time he looked in the mirror. It was totally a macho man kind of thought, but he didn't care. Rich boy needed a reality check.
"Give up, Squirt? I might go easy on you if you call it and tell me I'm the best." His words pulled a grin over his lips, one that was quickly knocked sideways by a sneak attack from the little jerk. Spitting blood for the second time, he growled softly and shook his head. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'Alosa is gonna be pissed if she finds out about this....'
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2025 7:45 pm
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Oh, Hasan wished he'd just stayed quiet. Played the long game. Give the nickname a chance to die on its own. But for all his overthinking, he was still nothing but an impulsive dumbass in the end. And if he'd made his bed, he supposed he may as well just lie in it.
Hasan braced his elbows against his knees and watched the fight, studying both Alastair and Luka's movements. This was something he didn't often take the time to do: watch other people fight. There was definitely plenty to be learned here, particularly from two combatants who were a great deal more adaptable than he was. Luka was much quicker than he was, and there was a ferocity to his attacks that Hasan had been lacking. Even from this spar, the Thah prince could tell Luka hadn't been joking about picking up his skills on the streets. Alastair was adapting well, though. It seemed the longer they fought, the harder he went. And better still that he'd already weathered a match before this.
At any rate, for all his prowess in the ring, Alastair didn't seem to have quite as much in bed. A kink being sexual went without saying -- but Hasan wasn't about to tease him on that front. "The nickname itself isn't sexual," he begrudgingly explained. "But the relationship definitely is." How much more could he say without getting himself into even more hot water? "I came out here to get my mind off of all the dirty nasty things I want to do to him. And you two are makin' that awful hard with the Chocolate Thunder business."
The pronoun reveal was intentional -- a subtle drop that he figured would turn these two off of the topic entirely, if they were more the traditional sort. Hasan had met plenty of machismo types who couldn't stomach the thought of man laying with another man. Part of him hoped they weren't; he was enjoying their time together, for all the relentless teasing. It would be nice to make some more friends -- and friends he could throw down with, too. Another part of him hoped they at least weren't into men personally, if only to stave off any further interest in uncovering the object of his affection. The last thing he wanted was to out Pascha.
And the second last thing he wanted was anyone else trying to put their hands on him.
The thought made his blood boil, and Luka's follow-up question only fueled the fire. Hasan took a steadying breath, carefully flexing his hands. "Those are all the deets I'm gonna give up, buddy. I'm not the sharing type." He moved to his feet and rolled his shoulder, before tenderly touching the spots Alastair had hit him hardest. All this watching had him raring to go again, and hopefully without distraction this time. "Someone gonna finish this or what? I've got next match, if either of you has the energy for it."
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2025 8:31 pm
Alastair shifted back and forth, doing his best to pay attention to what Luka was doing. For all it was worth, he was getting a workout that was for sure. They could go blow for blow and he begrudgingly felt his respect for the two men growing. Gritting his teeth as he took a blow to his left ribs he felt a sharp pain, Luka's hit landing harder than before. Oh, was he going all in? He didn't get a chance to reply to Hasan, but his response registered. The nickname wasn't sexual, but the relationship was? Oh. Understanding briefly flashed across his features before Luka landed another hit and this time, he was the one to have his breath knocked out of him. He was getting shaky; he wouldn't be able to last. He wasn't going to go down without leaving some mark that he stood up to Luka as long as he had, and he already knew that the few hits he got into the man's face would leave a nice bruise. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Atropia because she'd question why he was sore. He had a nice bruise on his face after he was decked the night there was an explosion and that was enough of a problem with his sister.
Taking a chance to make some space between him and Luka, he could feel his side stinging, but he grinned at his opponent all the same. " Admit defeat? Nah, that's boring." he shot back, a pride in his eyes that he was able to keep up as long as he had. However, he knew one more good hit would end up taking him down, but he was going to make Luka work for it. Shifting his foot back again he smirked and went for another hit, his fist landing against the other man's side but he felt the retaliation and grunted upon impact. One eye closed and he knew any more would be too much. He stepped back and his knee wobbled as it bent and hit the ground. His breath came back, and he pressed his hands on top of his leg as he caught his breath. " I'm not admitting anything, I'll take you down eventually." he muttered, before lifting his eyes up and he actually grinned at him. " But I will say you got me this time." a surrender without saying the words. He had a feeling they wouldn't hold it against him. Leaning back he sat back onto the floor and held his ribs. " Damn, that's going to bruise." all the same, he felt pleased with himself.
The offered hand to stand was almost missed at first, but he veiled the surprise that he felt even as he took it and pulled himself up. He wasn't used to people trusting him to touch so easily, even if they had just gotten done fighting. The lack of adrenaline in his system allowed him to process the actual meaning behind Hasan's words and he finally looked over at the other man. " Wait, you said 'he' just now." recognition flickered across his face, but it was mixed with confusion. He contemplated saying it but opted to do so when he walked over to grab his towel and his back was to them. " I didn't even realize two men could do something sexual...huh." it wasn't a question but more a statement and he rubbed his face down, before draping the towel over his neck. His father didn't see it necessary to teach him that apparently, not that he had a problem with it.
Turning back, he breathed out more evenly, but his breath caught when he saw the way they looked at him. His eyes narrowed and he frowned. " What? What is that face for?" he didn't know what the looks meant but he had a feeling he had just thrown himself to the wolves with his comment and didn't even mean to.
WHO WITH: Snowy and Bright Eyes (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Hesitant
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2025 8:42 pm
Completely focused on keeping Alastair from messing up more of his face, Luka nearly missed the admission Hasan dropped on them. It had him chancing a glance back at the man, momentarily surprised by the expression on the guy’s face. Whoa, dude had it bad. And for a guy, from the use of the pronoun in his new friend’s words. This, of course, didn’t bother him in the slightest. It did, however, have his mind shifting gears. It was one thing to tease a guy about someone they were crushing on. It was a completely different thing to torture them when they were as hopeless as Hasan looked.
”My bad, dude.” Was all he could think to say at the moment. He was close to finishing Al up and he didn’t want to give an inch just in case the sneak tried to steal his win. The last hit took him down and had a grin splitting over Luka’s features. His companion’s words, coupled with Hasan’s offer to take next, had him laughing softly. Offering his hand to help the guy to his feet, he shook his head and pointed his free hand to the bruises he could already feel spreading over his cheekbone.
”Like you have any room to complain, Al. I’m going to have to go see Nurse Gwyn after what you did to my money maker.” A quick tug brought his opponent back to his feet, after which he clapped his other hand on the man’s shoulder affectionately. ”That was one hell of a sparring match, bro. You’ve got a wicked right hook. Try not to look in the direction you’re going to hit, though. It’s a bit of a giveaway.” Luka shot the guy a wink before releasing him, moving to sit on the bench beside Hasan. He grabbed the towel he’d brought with him, wiping the sweat from his face and doing his best not to hiss at the brush of the fabric over the bruise on his face.
Luka weighed his options about fighting Has next, only to have the thoughts scatter when Alastair spoke up about what they’d heard. A snowy brow arched a bit in question, wondering where the man was going. Was it a big deal that their companion was into a guy? Personally, he didn’t see the problem. Would this be something that tore apart their trio before it had a chance to form?! Not wanting that to happen, he shifted to try and be the mediator between the other two men. Al might have stood up against him the first time, but Hasan was a big guy. If pushed, he was sure the man could snap the Squirt like a twig!
It wasn’t until he got to his point that things finally made sense. Shock registered first, his mouth opening a bit as he stared at Alastair. There was no way…He chanced a look at Hasan, seeing the same look on the other man’s face that was surely on his own. Were they going to have to explain this to him? Wasn’t this something his parents should have done? Luka considered it for a moment before brushing the thought aside. The dude was obviously of a more royal background than at least he was. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to think of the best way to explain it.
”You see, Al, when two guys really like each other, feelings can grow and they want to get all handsy and start making out. Then their clothes come off and they start exploring each other. Sometimes they use their mouths, other times they use…other parts. If it’s done right, it can actually be a great time. I’m sure Has here can confirm.” He elbowed the other guy in the side, shooting him a look and motioning towards Alastair. There had to be something he could add to what he’d just said. Right? Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'I never thought I’d have to tell another man what it’s like to be with another man…’
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