Title: My Secret

Wrestler: Adam Copeland

Character: Edge

Contents: M/M Relationships, Smut and Crude Oral Sex

Rating: R – Higher

Summery: Adam Copeland has a secret he never wants to get out

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea

Two blond men stood staring at each other. One nervous the other annoyed but both turned on. They were standing in a locker room. The only thing in the room, lockers, a mirror, and a bench. One wore a pair of black wrestling tights; the other wore jeans and a form fitting tee shirt. The one in wrestling attire leaned over and locked the door.

"What's your name?" The wrestler asked glaring at the other man who shifted nervously under his gaze. "Adam Copeland" The man in jeans answered as the wrestler smirked.

"So you wanna fuck a wrestler, do you Adam?" He sneered as Adam nodded hastily. "Well then get on your knees" Adam dropped down immediately.

"My name is Edge" the wrestler sneered as Adam stared up at him. "Well get to work a locked locker doesn't keep a secret for long" Edge sneered as Adam licked his dry lips and peeled Edge's tights down to his thighs. He took the throbbing member into his mouth and began to deep throat Edge. Edge's head fell back as he started moaning loudly. "Fuck that feels fucking wonderful kid" Edge groaned as his hand tangled in the blond locks of hair. He forced Adam's head down farther.

Adam began to quicken his pace as he felt Edge throb, once then twice. He was close and Adam was hard as hell. He tightened his mouth around Edge. "Fuck" Edge groaned as his member throbbed a third time before spilling his load into the warm waiting mouth. Adam came without even toughing himself.

Adam blinked shaking his head looking at the cum crossed his chest. He looked into the mirror as Edge disappeared from his eyes. He shook his head as he began cleaning himself up. He sure as hell hoped no one had heard him, he'd be crushed if they'd found out this fetish. He stood and walked away from the mirror.

~Finished