This short story written at the pace of a fight, jumps right into the midst of a cage match between Striker and narrator Cross, who holds a 2-1 advantage over Striker. When Striker defeats Cross and announces his retirement, Cross cries foul. Striker invites him to his basement for a grappling rematch.
It is not an M/M romance, but it is not porn either, it may
be a HFN gay romance. The MCs are guys, jocks they could be straight men until Cross describes the fit of Striker’s jockstrap-- in detail. There’s no build up or acknowledgment that both men are gay, just lusting and "Winner gets to top, and after I win I am going to ride you so hard you won’t walk right for a week."