Of strong men and stronger feelings
Author's note: Hey there, people! As I'm trying to get out of a really long writer's block, I decided to do this little piece in the hopes of delivering something worth reading. Sheamus and Wade Barrett are crazy hot, so they inspired me to pair them up. Hope you like it, and sorry for not giving Sheamus his irish accent, English is not my first language and is hard for me to distinguish most of the variations anyway. Oh and for fun's sake I'll stick with their ring names.
After a grueling and tiring day, Sheamus got off the ring and started to walk towards the showers. He longed for the relief that he'll find on the hot water running down his sore body. Practice makes perfect, as they say, and he wanted to really improve his wrestling, after all, he had just became a popular figure, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that it felt really good to have people to like him.
When he got into the locker room, he stripped out of his sweaty black t-shirt that due to being wet was tightly hugging his buff torso, then he removed his sweatpants and finally his briefs. He prided himself over his muscular thighs and round ass, so he was more comfortable wearing underwear that gave them ample room for movement. He made his way to the showers, and turned the taps to control the temperature so that the water was hot enough for relieving him but not to the point of scalding him.
He closed his eyes as he relished the sensation of the deliciously warm water flowing down his body, feeling how the tension left his body bit by bit, his hair going down his face with the gel being washed away. One thing that many people liked about him was his marble skin, it was so pale that the joke was that he was glowing, moreso when compared with Randy Orton or John Morrison. He slowly caressed his skin, helping the water relieve his aching.
Wade Barrett was tired. Sweaty and tired, his legs sore because he went for a run. He needed strength on his legs to have more speed, stamina and potence. He decided to call it a day, and after exchanging goodbyes with other wrestlers, he made way to the showers. He could hear the noise of water falling from the shower, and he entered the locker room and a dense white cloud filled the air, someone surely liked to shower with really hot water.
He shed the clothes, grabbed his towel and went into the shower area. Just as he turned the hot water on, he could see someone moving towards him on the mist. He then could see that it was Sheamus, who was drying his hair that made a mess over his face. He watched his pale skin with a light pink tint due to the really hot water he used. His well defined and big body was a sight to see, big arms and a wide chest, then his sight went south fast, and a patch of ginger hairs adorned a nice looking dick, and a decent sized sack just a bit darker than the rest of the body.
While Sheamus walked, he saw a very naked Wade staring at him. When the taller man realized that he was caught, he blushed and it showed despite the hot water of the shower scalding his skin. Sheamus couldn't help but smile coyly at him. He also stared at Wade, his gruff looks made him look more virile, a tanned and broad body, and he took in the sight of a semi erect penis between those strong legs. He threw away his towel and walked slowly towards the other man, who pushed back his wet hair.
Both men stared at each other as they closed the distance. The gaze told all that was needed to be told, and they ended so close to each other that their bare chests made contact each time the men breathed, and their dripping groins touched, soft ginger hairs caressing dark ones. They relished the feeling of their wet bodies, and after an intense last gaze, their lips touched….
That's it… or is it? If you'd like to see this end as a oneshot or be continued, please let me know. Thanks for reading.