Cruiserweight Love?

A/N: This is only my second fic, and my first stab at a slash romance thingy. SO DON'T EXPECT PERFECTION!

Paul London walked angrily out of the ring. He couldn't believe he just lost his title! He had worked so hard to get to that, and then poof! Lost to a cocky new cruiserweight. And on his first night no less!

He entered backstage, and headed to the locker room. He was packing his stuff. He didn't think he could stand staying here, on the verge of tears.

"I can't believe I just lost my belt." He said sadly out loud. "It meant so much to me…" He paused to wipe his eyes.

He jumped when he heard somebody behind him.

"It's ok Paul, you'll get that title back in no time."

He turned around, and made a small smile.

"Hi Rey."

"What are you doing?" Rey asked, eyeing the half-packed duffel bag. "Your not thinking of leaving are you?"

"Umm…well," Paul blushed. He had never told anybody, but he had a big crush on Oscar, ever since he had started in the WWE. And he never would tell anybody. What would people think if they're ex-cruiserweight champion was gay? "yeah, I don't think I can stand it if that prick parades that title around in front of my face."

"Like I said before, he's not going to have the title for long. That little punk just got lucky."

Paul sat down, and put his face in his hands. He'd be damned if he let Mysterio see him cry! He could feel Rey near him, so he looked up. He was sitting next to him.

"What's the matter? You're a much better wrestler than that…that…thing" Oscar said, trying to chose the right words to describe the new champ. "You know that, I know that, and he knows that! He knows he got lucky."

Paul kept his face buried in his hands. "What if-what if he is better than me? He said quietly, his voice cracking despite his best effort to stop. "Maybe…maybe his is just better than me.."

Rey put his hand on the younger mans' shoulder. "Paul, he isn't. How many times do I have to say this? HE. JUST. GOT. LUCKY. He isn't better than you, he isn't anywhere near better than you." He smiled. "Take it from me. Remember I'm an 8 time Cruiserweight champ!"

London had to laugh, even though his face was still in his hands. But this time, it was to prevent Oscar from seeing him blush, because he still had his hand on his shoulder. Paul finally looked up. "Haha, thanks Oscar, you really help."

"I live to serve. Speaking of serving, I gotta go, I have a match."

"What does that have to do with serving?"

"Absolutely nothing."

London smiled again. Then frowned. He didn't want Rey to leave. He wanted him to stay with him, he had cheered him up so much.

"Hey," Rey asked, before walking out the door. "does this mean your going to stay? I'd like to have you see me kick Joey Mercury's butt!"

Paul thought about it. "Well.. I guess so.." He trailed off. He wasn't really thinking about the title anymore. All he could think about was Rey. Should he tell him? If he did, would he feel the same? If he didn't, would he lose Rey forever as a friend? Maybe…possibly…could Rey feel the same? All of these questions raced in Paul's mind as he stood up.

"Oscar?" he asked timidly," Can I talk to you? It will only take a second."

"He looks so nervous" Rey thought. "I wonder…no, he couldn't be! He couldn't…he couldn't.."

Out loud, he said "Sure, what's up?"

London tried to think of the right words. "Rey, I love you. I've loved you ever since my first day here. I'm crazy about you. Please feel the same way. Please don't hate me because I love another man."

"Um…have you ever felt a certain way about somebody, a friend, that you know you shouldn't be feeling? Like…love?"

Rey's heart pounded violently in his chest. "Am I dreaming? Is he really saying that he…loves me? No, he couldn't, that would be too good to be true…"

"Um…I'm not sure I follow"

"Well," Paul struggled, "there's this person. And this person, loves one of their friends, but this person is too shy to say anything, because he- I meant this person, is too afraid of what their friend may think."

Rey looked dumbfounded. "Are…are you saying…are you saying you love me?"

London gulped. "Y-yes." He stammered, looking at Oscar warily, like he would blow up, or hit him.

Rey sighed happily. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," London replied guiltily. "Listen, I understand. I promise I won't bother you again." He stood up to leave, when Rey grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes.

London sat back down, this time a little closer to Rey. "You…you love me too?"

Oscar nodded his head and pulled Paul closer to him. They pulled in for a very sweet kiss. They even locked tongues a little!

As they pulled away, London smiled. He was happier than he had ever been, title or not.

What cha think? Should I continue, or abandon all hope of ever being a romance writer? PLEASE REVIEW, I WANNA KNOW! Was it any good? (It was my first slash)