All's Fair in Love and POW Matches

Jean smiled warmly as Nero settled him back on his feet and whisked away back to the living room. The cool air felt nice rushing past his heated skin and the feeling of his hand in Nero's....ahhhhh it just felt right! His stomach began to rumble as he was plopped atop Nero and he just smiled cheekily. He lifted a hand to brush a hand through the prince's hair, letting himself get lost in the feeling and the moment of perfect contentment.

Of course, Nero couldn't resist coming in for a kiss again, and Jean was happy to return the affection. When they pulled away, he planted little kisses on Nero's collarbone as follow-up. When it was suggested that Jean drop out of the league, he bit down softly and playfully. "Oh? You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" he said with a grin, crossing his arms over Nero's chest and sitting his chin down atop them.

"I think the male cheerleaders wear loose pants, so you're better off leaving me as a wrestler, leather is always better." he laughed and gave him a wink. "In any case, who says I can't do both? I think the big, bad, mysterious Trojan needs a piece of jaw-dropping arm candy to accompany him to the ring, and let's face it, you're not gonna find anyone with a better ass!"

Nero gave a small laugh as Jean kissed his collarbone and argued for him being a wrestler rather than a cheerleader. "That is a good point!" he replied, leaning in and giving him a small kiss to his cheek. "I do think having you as an escort would score me a lot of points. And if I act as your escort, I'm sure that'll help both of us quite a bit!" he remarked, one arm wrapping around Jean's slim waist, the other reaching down a bit further and going for his ass to give it a nice squeeze.

"We should have another official match soon," he remarked. "I just got a match set up with someone, though I don't know who it is. And I think I'm slowly getting better and I might be able to even take you down~." He leaned in and kissed at his neck lightly, before holding him a bit tighter. "If you want, we could make it extra fun~. A hentai match, or humiliation! Or something with a bet involved." He leaned up to nose his neck lightly.

Truth? He was slightly worried he was at risk of losing Jean, because he wasn't wrestling much. He needed to push himself once more, get back into the ring, show Jean he wasn't just gonna be a passive guy! He was a force to be reckoned with! Y'know, as soon as he figured out how to deal with submission holds a bit better.

"Well of course it is! I'd dress you in something tight and skimpy, you'd be the hottest valet bar none!" Jean laughed with delight, swatting Nero's arm playfully when the man tried to squeeze his ass. He'd move his knee down towards the man's balls and give him a nudge, just to let him know who was in control, right?

"Another match? You know I'll be there cheering you on" Jean smiled brightly, feeling more than a bit excited that Nero had another chance at proving himself. He was definitely a capable wrestler despite how much he seemed to like selling himself short. "And so eager to lose to me again? I'd be happy to spank you in the ring, both literally and figuratively~!" he cooed into Nero's forehead. Truth be told, he was actually itching to have another serious competition against this lovely foreign prince. Most of their interaction was always playful and light hearted, but a part of him wanted to see more of Nero, to see what he was like when he was pushed to his hardest limits.

Nero laughed at the idea of being dressed in something tight and skimpy, winking at him. "Darling, I would want nothing less!" he replied, trying to keep his hand on his ass despite the attacks, though the knee on his balls made him finally loosen his grip. "I'm sure there's something in my closet you'd like. Though if anything, we can go down to the mall and shop over in Victoria's Secret or something~." He smirked a bit, reaching his hands up and along that nice curve of Jean's back, before pulling him in tight.

"Ohoho, I'm not gonna lose this time. I'm gonna win, cutie, and then you'll have to do whatever I say. No holding back ever again. I promised that to you before, and I'm not gonna break it ever again." He winked up at Jean. Of course, it was then and there that the doorbell rang. He groaned loudly, moving to sit up and shift Jean onto the couch next to him. "Y'know, I can even prove it to you, if ya want. Take you down to the local gym, show you my moves." He moved to get up, going to the door and getting the food and bringing it back after exchanging a few words, and money, with the delivery man. "Then again, we don't even need a ring, we can always roll around here."

Jean rolled his eyes as Nero suggested they check out his closet again for something to wear; no doubt the prince had all manner of naughty things hidden away in the depths of that place. Nero slid his hand upward tot he curve of his back, pulling him closer. Jean held his breath as his lips hovered centimeters from Nero's, letting the tension, the anticipation of the moment build as he held back from moving. His eyes flickered from Nero's lips to his eyes with desire, and just as he began to tilt his head to the side to end the torment, the doorbell began to ring.

Jean let out a defeated sigh and a 'well that figures' sort of laugh as Nero moved him to the side so he could get up and pay. His mind played with Nero's proposition, tossing it back and forth with various scenarios and all of them quite delectable. He sat up on the edge of the couch as Nero returned with their food, licking his lips and eyeing the takeout containers ravenously.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say dollface" Jean joked in an old-timey voice as he made wide-eyed oogling of the food. He scooted over so there was room for the two of them, but wasted no time setting everything out neatly and fetching himself utensils. That pasta just smelled too heavenly to wait, he started to dig in right away.

Nero honestly wanted nothing more than the rest of the night for the two of them; no interruptions, no thoughts or considerations for anyone else, certainly not that Brandon dude. No, he wanted to make up for the fact that he left Jean alone for long enough that he sought solace in someone else's bed. He began to dig into the food, laughing lightly at Jean's comment. "Hey, I'll be able to take you down eventually. I'll learn more about you, and it'll be a cinch!" Y'know, whenever he learned to stop throwing matches for him, of course.

He began to eat a bit more, though he paused for a moment. He finished chewing and swallowing the bite he had in his mouth, before he looked up at Jean. "I'm sorry. By the way. For…overreacting to you and the other guy. You know you can sleep with anyone you want, right?" His jealousy and possessiveness was being pushed aside for the moment. "I've grown up where everything has been given to me completely and unequivocally. And now that you're mine, I just can't help but get…possessive." He was talking quietly, staring at the pasta in his hands. "As long as you still have feelings for me at the end of the day, you can be with whoever you want to be. As long as I still have your heart."

With that, he continued to eat the food. He still didn't look up at Jean, not wanting to see him stare. The fact that he was waiting for Jean's response was enough anxiety for him. He was a prince -- he wasn't used to having to fight for something else. But Jean wasn't a thing -- he was a person, and that had to cause new rules.

Jean laughed halfway into the mouthful of noodles he was consuming, causing him to jolt and drop his spoon to cover his mouth. The noise was more one of surprise than amusement, he was definitely caught off guard by Nero telling him he could just go and sleep with anyone. He finished chewing and swallowed the mouthful, but then turned to look at the man with slight confusion. He listened quietly to the rest of what Nero had to say, and turned his gaze back towards the food while he contemplated his response.

The first thing to break the tense atmosphere was Jean moving to rest his hand on Nero's thigh reassuringly. "You never lost it" he said with a small smile, and it began to grow in size. "The person I want to be-be with is you, that hasn't really changed. I know sex means different things for each of us, and I don't want to keep doing something that's going to hurt you. It does mean a lot though, to hear you say that"

With that, Jean leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Nero's cheek, nuzzled him slightly, and then returned to eating. He was feeling better and better about things now, certainly a huge improvement from the way he had left the gym. The wound was still fresh for Nero, that much Jean was sure of, but perhaps tonight had served to help it start heal.

The hand on his thigh made Nero look up, despite all his efforts to keep his face down and look away. How could he keep himself from looking up at Jean? He was perfect. He let his hand rest atop the other man's, before giving a small shake of his head in response to the idea that it would hurt him -- though he kept his mouth shut until after the kiss, after he was nuzzled. "Ah…much appreciated. But I should probably get used to the fact that you do have to have sex sometimes for work." He leaned in and kissed Jean's cheek lightly, before pulling away. "Just let me know. Don't try to hide it from me, because then I'll just think it was something more."

He leaned back and finished up his pasta. He felt better about the situation too. After everything Jean had told him, after all of the things he had told himself, he felt a lot better about everything going on. Sure, he still wanted to punch the other guy, but it was about trying to keep down that instinct as much as he could that formed the basis of a healthy relationship, no? At least, until it was contextually okay to punch him -- like, y'know, if they ended up in a match together...

Nero set the empty bowl into the garbage, splaying out on the couch with a wide grin, showing himself off completely to Jean and offering a multitude of positions for the smaller man to go into if he wanted to resume cuddling. "Now…where were we before the rude delivery man came up?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds like I'm a prostitute" Jean laughed as he playfully punched Nero's leg. Having finished his meal, he began to collect his utensils and napkins and carried them to the kitchen to clean up. The princely boyfriend followed after, cleaning up his own mess while Jean stored leftovers in the fridge. When the cleaning was all done, Jean found Nero sprawled out on the couch once more.

Jean approached with a smirk on his face and hands on his hips as he looked at Nero's body language. That man was certainly a flirt, wasn't he? The frenchman rolled his eyes but joined him anyway, settling down on the space in front of him so he could become the smaller spoon.

"I'm curious, you know, about what you mentioned earlier. If you want to have an official match again, won't that just make your record 0 - 2?" he teased and nudged Nero behind him.

Nero thought over the phrasing that he had used when he finally got up, before giving a shrug. Yeah, I can see that. Dunno how else to say it though. You get the idea!" he replied as he cleaned up after himself, before he moved back to the couch. He grinned up at Jean as he was joined, winking at him before letting Jean slip into the space and wrapping his arms around the man tight, nuzzling him gently. Of course, the comment that Jean made caused Nero to loosen his grip and wrinkle his nose in distaste. "Oi! As if! I'd be able to beat you, fair and square!" he replied, leaning in to nip at the man's neck lightly.

"Just you watch! I'm gonna have another match in a few days, and you'll see just how good I am when I'm giving my all!" He grinned and squeezed Jean gently, burying his face into the man's neck and kissing lightly. "What, do you wanna make it more exciting? Add some more private stipulations for my victory?~ And of course, something for you so you don't feel left out." Another small smirk.