Jonas still insisted on driving and took Hugh to the outskirts and up an elevated path that Hugh had never explored. Jonas pulled over to a resting area on the top of the hill that overlooked the city.

They both leaned on the railing and stared out over the city. "Holy shit, what a view."

Jonas nodded, holding on to Hugh's hand and rubbing small circles on his knuckles. "This was my spot to just make it all... stop."

Hugh leaned against Jonas. "You may have not have a good school year, but you had a lot of good people surrounding you. Chuck, Everett, Norm."

Jonas nodded and ran his hands through his hair. "These guys all dealt with me at my worst, when I was nothing but angry and broken. They all took in a part to raise me, showing me how to fight and how to be responsible. Fight with a clear head, work with dedication. To drill this in me, Norm let me work at the pub for a while too."

"I though the gym was your job."

Jonas shrugged. "It is. I worked the gym and the pub for a couple of years. A few odd jobs came up here and there to help the guys at the gym. Martha insisted on paying me too when I helped last summer. But they all pushed me to focus on my studies and the gym for my senior year."

"Why work that hard?"

"I wanted to buy a place to live when I turn 18. Chuck has a place lined up for me and will give me a good deal." Jonas explained.

"Shit! Are you almost there?"

Jonas nodded. "I actually have the money for it, but it's all in a savings until I turn 18. I keep what I need for necessities, but everything else goes towards the house or is in a savings account for Eli's college fund."

"What about your college fund?"

"I'm banking on scholarships. But fighting may be a more feasible option. It's not like I can't go back to college after getting my face smashed in the UCF."

Hugh sighed but still was smiling. "Try avoiding the whole face smashing bit, but do whatever will make you happy, I'll support you."

Jonas grabbed Hugh's hand and pulled it to his lips. "And what about you, babe?"

"Music production." He said a little quietly. "But I should follow my father's footsteps and go to law school."

Jonas snorted. "No. Do music production. You will be amazing."

"It's an unstable career."

"And you think the UFC is? I may not get a contract. Or I could get cut if I dont make weight, if i am not exciting enough, or I get injured. God knows how many people had to retire early. But I want to do it because I love it." It was a risky choice for him, especially with some of the best fighters in the industry were making noise now. However, he didn't want to give up.

He kissed Hugh's hand. "And I know how much you love music, so don't let the 'what ifs' or the 'my father' excuses stop you. And if anything, you'll have a place to stay."

"A place?"

Jonas flushed a little. "I mean, if you want... the place I'm getting is big enough both of us, and Eli."

Hugh lifted his hand and brushed his fingers on Jonas' lips. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"

Jonas was even more embarrassed than before. "Is it too sudden?"

Hugh grinned and kissed his blushing cheek. "Not too sudden at all. Of course I'll move in with you." He laughed a little. "Jonas fucking Spencer. Fighter, homeowner, and romantic."

He pulled Jonas towards him and planted a kiss on his lips. They continued this, overlooking the city, until they got too cold and had to head back.

The moment they stepped into the common room, they both exhaled a breath of relief. They got through the night on a proper date, and no brawls. They greeted the guys still in the common room and joined them on couch, bring a poster of the normal chatter.

They would still sink into their own conversations, but would participate with the others most of the time. During one of Travis monologues, Jonas' phone sounded with a notification. Jonas picked it up and tensed.

Hugh looked down at the phone.

: Having a good evening?

Then another came in.

: Just checking if you have changed your mind yet.

Hugh snorted when the message came in and took Jonas' phone. He pulled out the camera, and hooked a hand around Jonas' neck and pulled him close. He smirked and slowly licked Jonas's exposed neck, up to the small spot behind his ear. Jonas stiffen and stifled a groan that was in his throat. Hugh snapped a picture of the scene with the front facing camera and sent it off to Lukas.

: Hugh here! Jonas is currently occupied. He won't be able to waste his time on you.

The message was left on read status for a while.

: I'll check back tomorrow.

: Hugh again! Not possible. It's Winter Break and I don't plan on letting Jo out of bed all break. But you're free to use that picture as motivation when you're fucking yourself.

The message was left on read status, but no reply came. Jonas laughed at the interaction, while the people around them were looking at them with slacked jaws.

Hugh coughed. "Jo's ex said hi." He looked away with embarrassment. The laughter ricochet off the walls.

"Not an ex!" Jonas defended himself.

Hugh rolled his eyes and grinned. He lifted his hands and gestured sarcastic quotations. "Not an ex." He chuckled. "Fine. Wanna-be-ex."

Jonas kissed his cheek. "Nope. Even if its wanna-be-ex, I don't like it. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch a hole in the wall."

The boys in the room started to yawn more frequently and Travis took this as an indicator to kick them out. He bid the Kings goodnight before he disappeared in his room. Jonas sat on the couch in a daze. "I don't think I have ever been in the common room without a horde of people."

Hugh chuckled. "We are a busy dorm." He leaned into Jonas' arms. "I had a good time tonight."

"Me too. Thank you for helping me this morning. I was in a dark place."

"Always happy to kick the shit out of you."

"I think my punches were a bit more punishing than your kicks."

Hugh raised an eyebrow. "Do we need to test this?"

Jonas laughed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "How about we test your stamina."

Hugh grinned and jumped off the couch, pulling Jonas up with him. "Say no more. I just want to hear you moaning out my name." He winked and pulled Jonas into the room.

Hugh shifted a little painfully in bed. They were both naked and sweaty from their last round. Jonas rubbed his back sympathetically. "Was it too much?"

Hugh chuckled. "Not at all. I just need to get used to your size."

Jonas hesitated. "We can always switch it up." He instantly flushed when the words left his mouth.

Hugh jerked and looked up at him. "You would bottom?"

Jonas nodded a little stiffly. "Our relationship is an equal partnership. Besides, you seem to enjoy it."

Hugh chuckled. "I enjoy it because you're so damn good at it. Seriously, how do you know how to touch a man?"

Jonas looked embarrassed. "I looked it up... Eli came out of the closet and I wanted him to practice safe sex, but no one would be able to teach to him. So I learned what I could and had the most awkward conversation with my little brother."

Hugh widened his eyes with surprise. "That's probably the sweetest thing I have heard."

"Never bring it up in front of us. It was terribly embarrassing."

Hugh laughed. "Lucky me you have such a great memory. You're fucking fantastic in bed." He kissed Jonas's chest. "But I would never force you to bottom."

Jonas lips curled knowing that Hugh was telling him the truth about not forcing him. But Jonas wanted to share every experience with him. "I trust that you would make pleasurable."

Hugh grinned. "Oh I will make you enjoy it."

His hand trailed down Jonas' stomach and felt his body flex when his hands brushed across his staff. His hands parted Jonas's thighs a little allowing his fingers to find his opening.

Jonas gasped from the unexpected feeling, but felt the heat throbbing in his lower stomach, asking for more.

Hugh peppered his chest with kisses, flicking his tongue in Jonas nipple. Jonas let out a breathy groan. "Tell me to stop if it's too much, sweetheart."

Jonas felt the cold liquid from the lube drip down and covering his opening. A moment of pain made him wince as he felt Hugh's finger intrude. He focused on forcing himself into relax, but then that finger curled up and hit his prostate. He exhaled sharply.

Hugh smiled and stroked Jonas' length to distract him from the pain. Once he felt Jonas relax he slipped a second finger in, causing the muscular man to shudder and tighten. He continued to play inside of him, pressing in his prostate and scissoring him until he could fit a third finger in. Jonas was moving his hips unknowingly, keeping in time with the stroking and pumping of Hugh's fingers inside of him.

Jonas' back was arched in an alluring way and his arm was covering his eyes, afraid to see the mess he had become because of Hugh's masterful hands.

Hugh pulled his fingers out, making Jonas gasp with the newfound emptiness. But with was quickly replaced with Hugh's tip against his entrance. Hugh continued to stroke Jonas and he slowly pushed forward. He felt the pressure of Hugh's long shaft moving inside of him. He felt every detail of his cock. It was foreign feeling but he could feel his own cock twitch in response.

When Hugh throbbed inside of him, Jonas arched his back more, tilting his hips a little and made Hugh moan. "You keep clamping down on me like that, I'm not going to last long."

"Can't help it." Jonas muttered between pants.

Hugh moved until he completely fill Jonas and waited to feel the walls around his member relax. Hugh tilted himself to his the spot that would make Jonas cry out.

Hugh was already sensitive and like he promised, he did not last long. He moaned as his body trembled and he released inside of Jonas. Jonas groaned and came on his stomach.

Hugh slowly pulled out and pulled Jonas up. They started the shower and gently cleaned each other up. They would give each other small kisses, but they finally reached the limits of their stamina and had no energy to take it further.

Not bothering with clothes, they fell into the bed together and fell asleep.