Not with you there.”Brian smiled back, leaning against Jaxon’s side. Then he saw him—Brian, sitting in the crowd, a nervous but excited smile on his face.Jaxon’s usual cold, serious demeanor cracked. Gay sex It was strange to see Jaxon like this—so famous, so revered. The sportsmanship and care he showed after such a quick and decisive win only solidified his reputation—not just as a fighter, but as a person with integrity.The crowd roared as Jaxon was handed the microphone, but his mind was elsewhere—on Brian. It was on Brian—out there in the crowd, watching him, waiting for him.When his entrance music hit and the arena lights dimmed, Jaxon stepped out into the roar of the stadium. Jaxon had been training hard, pushing himself with renewed vigor. It was his first time seeing Jaxon fight in person, and the energy of the arena hit him as soon as he stepped through the gates. His speed was unbelievable, dodging punches and kicks with ease, his footwork light and fast.At one point, Jaxon caught a kick with his hand, flipped his opponent over his shoulder, and paused for a second, as if to let the crowd take in what had just happened.
