A/N: Shield slash time! Everyone else is doing it, so I figured, what the hell? As per usual, this is strictly fiction, and what these guys do outside the ring is absolutely none of my business. So, without further ado:

Sitting on the bed, he felt numb inside. What the hell had just happened? His mind clawed for an explanation as to what had just happened. All he knew was that he was sure of was that 1.) he was sexually frustrated as hell, and 2.) he was pretty sure the other two Shield members hated him.

If you were to ask Jon how it all started, there was no way he could put his finger on it. It had all started so nicely between himself, Joe, and Colby. They tagged together. They grew stronger together. They traveled, ate, roomed, hung out, and watched movies together. They grew close, then closer, and then closer still. In hindsight, it was only a matter of time before someone fell in love. There was no denying that Joe was beautiful. He certainly noticed. He just hoped that no one had noticed. There was no such luck.

One lazy afternoon as Jon found himself laying next to Joe on a hotel bed, he rolled over just the right time to face the other man and their noses were practically touching. Joe moved forward and closed the gap between them, and their lips met, gently at first. Before Jon knew what had hit him, he was on his back with Joe's tongue plundering his mouth, and hands roving over his body. A moment of clarity washed over him, and he tried to push the other man off of him, only half succeeding, as he was still straddling his hips.

"We can't do this," he gasped, trying and failing to get oxygen back into his lungs.

"Sure, we can," Joe purred as he cupped Jon's face with one hand and he kissed his forehead. He laughed as Jon's face flushed just a little more. "Besides, it doesn't feel like you want to stop at all." He accentuated his point by jutting his hips forward, rubbing his pelvic area against his struggling team mate. The feeling sent jolts of electricity through his spine, and he couldn't stop the whimper from leaving his lips. He forced his mind to focus through the fog of lust that was surrounding him.

"Colby will be back any minute," he said shakily, struggling to sound convincing. "Do you really want him to see us like this?"

"He won't be back for a couple of hours." Joe's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he let his hands wander over Jon's chest. "I see the way you look at me. You want this, don't you?" Lips sealed on the pulse point of his neck, and the involuntary gasp was answer enough. "Let's have a little fun."

They spent the next two hours exploring, touching, kissing, and devouring each others bodies. By the time Colby had come back ( sometime in the evening), Jon could have sworn he and Joe exchanged looks that were less than innocent, but he let those thoughts leave his mind as quickly as they appeared.

The next few weeks came and went as a blur for Jon. Joe had went on acting as if nothing had happened between them that night, but he found himself wanting more. He hated himself for the desires that coursed through him during the day and the dreams at night. However he was powerless to stop any of it. It got to the point where he knew when to walk by the other man in the locker room just to get a view of him undressed. This went on until one night during a European tour.

It was after a show, and he had finished showering in his hotel room. Joe was out with other members of the roster, and wasn't going to be back for a while. He lay on the bed listening to music on his MP3 player with nothing more than a towel around his waist. He was absorbed in the music to the point that he didn't feel the bed dip. He didn't realize something was up until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped in shock and looked up only to see Colby looking down at him concerned and holding some DVD s.

"Are you OK, Jon?" he asked. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie. Joe isn't going to be back for a while, and I'm not feeling all that tired-"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jon said after getting his senses back.

"Are you alright, really?" Colby asked. "You've been kind of withdrawn lately. You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Of course I can talk to you," Jon said. "I've just been kind of tired lately with all the traveling. Hold on, I just want to change out of this towel." He got up only noticing then that the younger man's hand was still lingering on his shoulder. The gesture caused a shiver to run through his body, but Colby had thankfully not noticed. He cursed himself silently as he threw on a pair of lounge pants and sat back on the bed.

Half way through the movie he felt an arm go around his shoulder, but after the feelings that plagued him after his incident with Joe, he welcomed the contact and found it somewhat comforting. A part of him wanted to lean into the touch, but he decided against it. He tried to focus what was going on on the screen, but the arm started to rub soothing circles on his back, and he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Um, Colby?" he laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"

"You seem a little tense," his friend observed. "Are you sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, rea-really." The arm settled on his waist and fingers were kneading into his side. It felt good, but he had no idea what to do. One team mate randomly seducing him was one thing, but the other doing the same thing? Or so it seemed, judging by the kiss that had just landed on his pulse point. Wait. Where the fuck did that come from?

"What are you doing?" Jon was now scrambled to get up, but the arm on his waist stopped his efforts. "We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Relax, Jon," Colby said smoothly. "It's obvious there is chemistry here, and no one has to know." He gazed lovingly into his friend's eyes and leaned in to capture his lips. After a moment of resistance, Jon sighed and gave in. The kiss was slow and sweet, much like the first kiss he shared earlier with his other team mate. The thought should have been troubling to him, but against his better judgment, he found himself melting into the kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped to catch their breaths. Colby pulled Jon in a soft embrace and the older man merely sighed and rested his head on his companion's shoulder.

"Are you seeing anyone?" The question was unexpected. Was Jon seeing anyone? It had been weeks and Joe hadn't really said anything to him, so he guessed that was just a one time thing.

"No, I'm not with anyone," he replied, grateful that Colby couldn't see the confused expression on his face.

"Do you want to?" The warm breath tickling his ear was sending shivers through his body. There was no denying the bare chest rubbing against his own felt amazing. He craved the feeling of being held so badly, he couldn't deny it any longer.

"I think I'd like that," he said as he pulled back and gave his new lover a shy smile. The next kiss was hotter and more confident, and Jon found himself opening his mouth to an invading tongue. They rolled around on the bed, and soon his pants and Colby's boxer shorts were on the foot of the bed leaving every inch of their skin visible. Legs interlocked, they slid their hardened members together as lips remained fused.

Jon moaned loudly and allowed his hands to roam down Colby's back stopping to grab his ass and press there groins harder together.

"Fuck, that feels incredible," the two-toned man gasped. He nipped at Jon's ear, and Jon felt like he was close to climaxing, and the world started spinning, and-

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Jon's body felt as if had been dunked in ice. He didn't dare to look up at the outraged intruder. He was in trouble.

A/N: So, what do you think? Read and review.