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"What prize will I receive once I get the gold?"
Junhui inquires casually while putting on his national jersey, making sure that it is as neat as it could get.
"'Once I get the gold,'" Minghao echoes the part of Junhui's sentence that caught his attention, then scoffs afterwards. He even ruffles Junhui's hair, finding his boyfriend adorable despite the evident pride in the way he carries himself. It is warranted, anyway, but a good teasing every now and then to deflate Junhui's ego isn't a totally bad idea. Minghao even brings his hands down on Junhui's body, in the mood to start their morning in a not-so-innocent manner. Without prior warning, Minghao gropes his boyfriend's crotch, fondling the member underneath his uniform. "Someone's getting cocky.”
Junhui jumps a little, surprised by the manual provocation. However, any touch from Minghao, sensual or not, is always welcome. When Minghao was about to retract his hands from Junhui's crotch, the other grabbed his wrists and returned them to where they once were.
Breathy moans escape both of the lovers' mouths before they lean towards each other and bring their lips together for a sensual kiss. Minghao's hands remain on Junhui's crotch, while the latter's hand grabs Minghao's nape, kissing him deeper. Minghao is inevitably drowning in the kiss, his eyes fluttering already when Junhui tilts his head back to shove his tongue inside Minghao's mouth.
"Calling all athletes for the next event, please proceed to the field within thirty minutes. Again. Calling all athletes for the next event, please proceed to the field within thirty minutes. Thank you!"
The announcement makes the paramours reluctantly break their kiss, both their faces flushed as they stare at each other's eyes and lips. They don't even know who started giggling first. Whoever it was, the other follows right away, now collapsing into a loose embrace as they cling to each other.
"Do you want me to get your previous contracts?" Minghao offers when he remembers what Junhui was asking earlier. His hands, which are holding onto Junhui's shoulders, leave their place but are quickly pulled closer once again. Junhui stubbornly shakes his head, pouting as he keeps Minghao within his reach. The other hangs his head back, laughing. No matter how many medals Junhui will take home, no matter how many records Junhui will break, Junhui will first and foremost be the goofy and clingy love of his life. "You have to let me go first if you really want to know your prizes. This is why I brought all your signed deals with me."
"No, no, no. Not those kinds of prizes." Junhui vigorously shakes his head, his fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head. The act reminds Minghao of their orange cat at home, and he giggles once again, giving Junhui a quick peck on the lips before pinching both of his cheeks.
Despite Minghao's innocent visualization, Junhui has a completely different vision popping into his head. Now using the element of surprise as his weapon, Junhui brings his hands downward to squeeze Minghao's ass. "This is the prize that I was talking about."
"Wen Junhui!" Minghao squirms, yelping when he feels Junhui's hands go underneath his pants. His eyes grow wide, swatting Junhui on his chiseled chest. The other can only giggle, finding his blushing boyfriend absolutely adorable. "You need to start warming up now! Look at the time!"
"I am warming up," Junhui argues before he slaps Minghao's ass, drumming onto whatever muscle mass is available to touch. "I'm just making you warm up with me."
"Aish! Go! Go go!" Minghao finally jumps off Junhui's embrace and pushes him towards the door of their hotel room, tapping him on the back.
With Junhui laughing heartily, Minghao can only shake his head before looking at the mirror, checking out his own ass if his actual surprise is still in place.
Good.
Junhui closes his eyes as he inhales deeply, as if wanting to take in the sound of the entire crowd that is cheering him on. They can also boo him for all he cares, but behind the starting line, everything just sounds the same—shouts and yelps alike, all directed towards him.
Ever since he was a trainee, an aspiring athlete clambering around with his cheap vaulting pole and undeveloped muscles, Junhui has always started his leap this way. He closes his eyes, putting himself in a zone of dissociation where there's only him and the crossbar he has to jump over.
To Junhui, no one else matters.
No one else except the sole person who believed in him when he had zero medals under his name.
"Minghao."
Even without looking where Minghao is watching him, Junhui knows deep inside his heart that his lover is cheering him on. And for Junhui, that is enough. More than enough, even.
Because no matter how many gold medals he'll take home today, the most important thing for Junhui is having someone waiting for him to come home at the end of the day.
"One."
Junhui speaks as he opens his eyes, hyperfocusing on the crossbar hanging high between the standards several feet from him. Junhui kins himself to a bird of prey, eyes sharp the moment it finds its target. His visual field remains unchanged but to Junhui, the only thing that he can see right now is the suspended obstacle of his third and final attempt to grab the title of being world's number one.
"Two."
Junhui then lifts his heavy pole with his right hand while his left hand is there to provide support. With this position, Junhui almost forms a perpendicular angle with his pole and limbs.
Right now, Junhui can barely feel the weight of his equipment; the adrenaline is pumping all over his body like a natural psychedelic drug. Within seconds, Junhui remembers all the times that he carried this same vault pole throughout his decade-long career, enduring all the times when his arms were spasming and screaming for him to give up already.
Unfortunately for his body and his opponents, Junhui is a stubborn person.
Very stubborn, in fact, that he refuses to go home without beating the world's reigning number one.
Which turns out to be himself.
"Three."
Junhui moves his eyes a little, shifting them towards the side where he knows Minghao is situated. The moment he sees the blurred image of a red rose being waved towards him, Junhui smirks and then he bolts forward, running steadily with his feet springing his body forward one step at a time.
Minghao has always comically referred to this act as his ‘Matador’ routine, reminding Junhui of his presence right before the pole vaulter's jump. Each time Junhui sees the red blossom being waved in his direction, it's as if he can feel his feet having a force of their own, ready to take him everywhere he wants to go.
And now, more than anywhere else, Junhui wants to go home to Minghao after the competition.
Just with a not-so-little-obstacle ahead.
"Four."
The moment Junhui sees his feet nearing the vault box, he stabs the pole in the perfect spot, dictated by both his innate physics prowess and muscle memory. This particular act is one of the most vital parts of his routine, and only the best pole vaulters make it look effortlessly easy. Upon putting the perfect amount of force on his pole, Junhui feels his deltoid muscles contract to welcome the upcoming opposite reaction to his prior action. Countless times before, this part almost made him quit, crying in agony as his formerly lithe wrists could barely keep up with the impact.
"Five!"
If the media crew gave him a lapel right before his jump, the entire stadium would have heard him scream by now as he willingly absorbs the impact of his jump. When his pole vaults and hangs low towards the ground, Junhui holds onto this synthetic column for dear life, gripping as tight as he can as if he's hanging several thousand meters off the ground. Just when his body is about to get pulled down by gravity, Junhui tucks his knees, almost hitting his chest before kicking his legs to the sky.
Junhui's body is now completely upside down, vertically suspended in midair as he clutches at the tip of his pole. This is one of his favorite moments in the sport of pole vaulting, seeing the world in its unnatural manner—nonconforming and in visible disarray.
The ceiling of the stadium is now positioned at Junhui's feet. Even the heads of the members of the audience are piercing the said metallic roof in a peculiar manner. The ground where Junhui was running is now beneath his head, threatening to cave in and swallow him whole. However, despite everything looking out of place, there will always be that one person whose place in Junhui's life will never change.
"Minghao."
Junhui solemnly says Minghao's name after miraculously finding him in the crowd. An outsider can see this and provide thousands of explanations for why Junhui is still able to do so. However, Junhui knows that the only reason he's able to find Minghao is because their lives are now intricately intertwined. To Junhui, not finding Minghao is something more shocking than the other way around.
"Six."
Junhui's voice shakes when he twirls his body mid-air, catapulting his body over the crossbar with enough clearance to allow his entire country's graduating students to pass with flying colors. Still, Junhui sucks in a quick breath, not daring to slack off during such a crucial moment. He even wants to tuck every part of his body all to himself, especially after the huge commotion that happened to one of the athletes from the quarterfinals.
Once he deems that the scene is safe, he lets go of his trusted vault pole, letting it thrust downward on its own. Junhui always found this moment sentimental, despite the quickness of their parting. After all, it was his pole that acted as his wings when he wanted to fly. Now that he’s already soaring, however, Junhui is forced to enjoy his flight on his own.
"Seven."
Junhui counts inside his head, letting go of all the tension that was building up inside his body. Outsiders always assume that the best part about pole vaulting is the jump, when in fact, it's actually the opposite.
The best part about being able to jump this high is also being able to fall without thinking about anything at all.
Junhui allows his body to be pulled down by the very gravity he was fighting against a few seconds ago. Everything will always go full circle, be it within sports or life in general.
"Eight."
The moment Junhui's back hits the comfort of the landing mat, he springs upwards once again, as if he didn't just break his own world record. His own screams are met by the even more boisterous crowd, cheering and shouting his name. Junhui hits his chest, pounding his fist in ecstasy because he beat the only person he's competing with, himself.
"Baobei!"
Junhui hears Minghao's voice amidst the deafening crowd, running towards his boyfriend who's already waiting for him with outstretched arms. Junhui jumps towards the railing of the bleachers and grabs Minghao by the nape, kissing him on the lips without a care in the world.
The crowd booms even more as the pair share a passionate lip lock not only in front of thousands of arena viewers but also in front of the entire world. On a normal day, Minghao would have scolded Junhui, not wanting to gain more attention to himself than he's already experiencing ever since Junhui started making a name for himself. However, today is different. Today, the world is cheering for Junhui. Of course, Minghao has to keep up. After all, only Minghao can indulge his champion in a way that no other fan can, by giving him unconditional love and devotion.
Countless camera clicks and flashes surround the couple, yet they refuse to let go of each other. Actually, they couldn't do it. Their hands remain all over the other’s body, imprisoning the other with such tightness as if an unforeseen object is pulling them apart.
Junhui then cups Minghao's cheeks, remembering the times when Minghao was the only one believing in him and funding Junhui's passion with his own money. Junhui mutters numerous 'I love yous' and 'thank yous' in between his kisses, giving Minghao the credit that he deserves that the world has always overlooked.
"Gege," Minghao gasps as he catches his breath, sniffling and giggling at the same time. He grabs Junhui's shoulders and pulls himself away a little, tapping his champion of a lover reassuringly. "Go get your medal."
Junhui nods and he takes Minghao's hand, kissing his fingers and palms while reluctantly letting go.
To help convince Junhui to get going, Minghao tiptoes and whispers in Junhui's ear.
"Go ahead. You have another prize waiting for you in the hotel."
"You're crazy..."
Junhui's mouth gapes open the moment he steps inside their hotel room, instantly dropping his gym bag on the floor with his gold medal tinkling against the carpet.
"Am I?" Minghao seductively whispers in Junhui's ear, even licking his lover's lobe and sticking his tongue inside. Junhui visibly shivers and Minghao rubs his hands on Junhui's chiseled arms, standing proudly when he feels the goosebumps crawl on his boyfriend's skin. The world could have been surprised by Junhui's athletic prowess but it's only him that can make Junhui this dumbfounded. "I'm not the one who broke multiple records in one jump."
Junhui eyes their room, completely in awe. He clearly remembers going to the warm up session and leaving their hotel room in its usual state, clean and homey. However, what Junhui is seeing right now is far from those two.
Well it still does feel like home. After all, home is where babies are made. Most of the time at least.
"Quit spacing out, golden boy," Minghao teases before he pushes Junhui towards their bed, the latter laying on his back like the way he landed earlier this afternoon. The only difference right now, however, is the fact that the pole bar in front of him is situated not horizontally but vertically.
"Where did you even get that portable dance pole?" The quiver in Junhui's voice is evident, mind already getting haywired from the hundreds of possible positions Minghao can suspend his body on that pole.
Minghao smiles endearingly at Junhui as if he isn't making his boyfriend stone hard right now. Minghao even sits on Junhui's lap and casually starts removing his shirt, revealing a harness already wrapped around his body. "You don't always have to know everything, my dearest champion."
"Oh dear," Junhui rolls his eyes when he suddenly feels lightheaded, blood rushing towards his cock as it becomes engorged. Minghao has anticipated this, of course, because the moment Junhui's tip moves forward, Minghao starts grinding down to nestle Junhui's cock between his ass cheeks. "Ugh... Fuck... Babe...."
"I love watching your facial expressions change from innocent to downright feral,” Minghao's voice is honey laden as he traces Junhui's chin with his fingers. Minghao's hands then sensually wrap around Junhui's neck before he rubs the crack of his ass onto Junhui's crotch. "Strip me. There's another gold waiting for you."
"Gold...?" Junhui echoes, not even processing Minghao's worlds properly. Despite not knowing what else to say, Junhui's hands seem to be experts on what to do next. Junhui's eyes may look dazed, but his hands snake downwards with certainty to completely remove Minghao's pants, revealing lacy black underwear that matches his black pantyhose. To Junhui’s delight, none of the aforementioned textiles are capable of providing actual coverage.
"Minghao..." Junhui's voice trails as he leans forward, searching for Minghao's lips. However, the lip lock is interrupted by Minghao's index finger pressing on Junhui's lips, pushing him back to the bed.
"Sit back and relax, gege," Minghao rolls his tongue while saying the last word. He instantly smirks when he sees Junhui's cock twitch underneath his jersey shorts. One thing Minghao absolutely loves whenever Junhui is in his sportswear is the fact that he can easily see Junhui whenever he's hard, crediting both the thin clothing and Junhui's hefty bounty for the visual treat.
Junhui obeys, remaining docile as he undresses himself as well. Minghao smiles before he steps back towards the pole, reaching back to cross his arms around the metallic suspension. He then hangs his head back, and his spine arches beautifully, akin to the vault pole gracefully bending just before a jumper plummets upwards in midair.
"Hngggh..." Junhui moans breathily as he starts stroking himself, noticing that a sensual jazz instrumental melody begins to play inside their room. Minghao suddenly spreads his legs before completely making a split, revealing that his lace underwear doesn't have any covering around his rim.
"Minghao... Fuck...." Junhui almost cums on the spot when he sees the surprise, stroking his member faster. However, Minghao is just barely starting. With his hands reaching the mid part of the pole, he begins pulling himself upwards, letting his lacey limbs dangle freely.
Junhui can see his lover's lean muscles contract as he carries himself up the pole, marveling at how mesmerizing the love of his life is with and without clothes. Minghao then brings his legs upwards, kicking them towards the ceiling before suspending his body upside down.
The pole vaulter's mouth hangs open as he meets his lover’s eyes, the memory of his momentous jump from this afternoon coming back to him in huge waves. Their roles have been completely reversed. Junhui is now the audience, entranced by Minghao's own pole-related performance.
Once Minghao is sure that Junhui cannot possibly take his eyes off him, he parts his legs to a spread eagle, angling the hole of his underwear so his rim is facing towards Junhui's direction.
"Fuck!" Junhui grumbles when his abdominal muscles contract, surprised by his sudden orgasm. Junhui rolls his eyes, unable to stop himself from squirting out his release while struggling to maintain eye contact with Minghao.
His lover still manages to tease Junhui with a chuckle before he slides down the pole, now walking towards Junhui with a lopsided smirk on his lips. "Well, that was fast."
"I'm so—"
Junhui's apology is cut off when Minghao's lips meet his, finally granting Junhui the kiss that he's been asking for since the moment they entered their hotel room. Minghao doesn't need to utter any verbal order for his body command's Junhui's in such a way that only lovers understand.
With one fluid motion, Minghao grabs Junhui's cum covered cock and slides it inside his prepped hole, sinking down fluidly.
"Fuck!"
The pair yelp in between their kisses and Minghao expertly set up a steady pace, already bouncing on Junhui's cock. The latter can only grab onto Minghao's harness, easing him up and down to take in his girthy throbbing cock.
"Minghao..." Junhui whispers, almost pleading before he grabs Minghao by the harness and slams him down his cock.
"Junhui! Fuck!" Minghao arches his back and he screams his lungs out when Junhui's cock hits his sensitive spot, making his thigh muscles quake.
"Trust me, okay?" Junhui quickly instructs as he regains control of the situation, standing up and carrying Minghao in his arms.
Minghao naturally clings onto Junhui's shoulders before he finds himself being strapped to the pole, half his body weight resting on the metal column while the rest is carried by Junhui who is spreading his legs apart so he can splay them in mid air.
"Junhui! Fuck! You crazy bas-! Fuck!" Minghao moans out loud when Junhui humps his entire length inside Minghao's hole, making the rim stretch and froth with Junhui's previous release.
Minghao feels so full inside, his walls loosening because of Junhui's girth and the semen being pushed inside him. He even gives up worrying whether he will slide down the pole or not because Junhui is now treating his body like a ragdoll, manhandling him to angle his hole in reception to Junhui's member.
In the moment that Minghao actually slides down, Junhui's cock will readily angle upwards, prepared to strike and target Minghao's prostate. Minghao can only drool in pleasure, trying his best to squeeze around Junhui's veiny girth despite the rapid and merciless pumping that is happening inside him.
"Hm? What's this?" Junhui stutters a bit, surprised to find an obstacle when he was about to pump Minghao's cock so they could orgasm together. Junhui pauses his movements, planting his cock inside Minghao to the point that the latter's prostate dips.
"Hnggh..." Minghao whimpers weakly, lazily kissing Junhui before he leans on his boyfriend's right shoulder, enjoying the temporary pause. Minghao giggles when Junhui removes the cock ring around his penis, seeing that something else is dangling from the sex toy. "Congrats, golden boy. You have found your second gold of the night."
Junhui brings his fingers upwards, wanting to inspect the metallic objects with more precision. Once Junhui comprehends what the objects actually are, Junhui begins to tear up, and he kisses Minghao sloppily. The latter receives Junhui's kiss together with the last bouts of intense pounding from his lover's cock. Minghao can feel Junhui's tears fall down his cheeks, and he knows that his own emotions are flooding out as well.
"Minghao... I do..." Junhui whispers in between his kisses and then he gives all his might before pistoning inside Minghao and cumming inside him.
Minghao can't even reply anymore because his toes curl with the extreme intensity of his own orgasm. Minghao then collapses onto Junhui's arms, tip now leaking with warm cum that easily oozes down their legs. Junhui remains dependable as he carries Minghao's weight, supporting both their bodies as they enjoy their post orgasm high together.
"Will you really marry me, world number one?" Minghao weakly asks, eyes closing as he hears his straps being carefully removed by Junhui.
The pole vaulter can only giggle as he kisses Minghao on the forehead, now walking towards their shared bed. Once they are both in a more comfortable position, Junhui distributes the rings between his and Minghao's left fourth digits.
Minghao is struggling to keep his eyes open, but he still manages to smile when he sees the inherent glimmer of the diamonds surrounding their engagement rings. He allows himself to be hugged by Junhui, his heart feeling elated at an all-time high.
"Of course," Junhui assures Minghao, kissing him with a passion so chaste that it seems like they haven't done something lewd just now.
"To the world, I may be number one, but to me, you are my only one."