Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is a work of complete fiction. As for the characters mentioned, this story does not depict their own personal feelings, thoughts, or ideas. Each character belongs to their rightful owners; themselves and the WWE.

Note: I'm not sorry for shipping this. And there's only 1 other fic out there. But these boys are polar opposites and I need that in my life. Enjoy! -JJ

If Only For Tonight

Hot.

Humid.

Sticky.

It all described the late evening air around Tyler. Usually, he'd complain about how it would cause his hair to frizz, but tonight he just didn't care. He also didn't care how it was causing sweat to bead above his perfectly manicured brows.

He'd been walking around for the last couple of hours, searching for the perfect place to hide himself away in for a while. A place no one knew him, a place he didn't know anyone. He looked around, smirking when he saw a small bar, a little hole in the wall type place just a door or two down from where he was standing. It would be perfect.

Once he reached the door, he pushed it open, sighing contentedly as a rush of cold, filtered air rushed over him. It cooled the sweat on him, sending a shiver down his spine.

The loud music playing enveloped him, the strong scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke permeating the air. His nose wrinkled, hating the smell, but kind of enjoying the slow country music that was filling the air around him. It wasn't his usual, but at that moment, he wanted to be as far away from normal as he could be.

And this place was perfect.

He eased up to the bar, finding that most of the crowd was older men probably in their late thirties, a few women were scattered around, but still pretty scarce. Most of them were dressed alike; jeans, boots, even a couple cowboy hats. Yeah, he was so far out of his usual it was almost funny.

He winked at one younger looking man, the dark hair and piercing blue eyes instantly catching his attention. For a roughneck, he was good looking and his body was clearly hard and well build, the muscles outlined in his tight t-shirt and ripped up blue jeans. Tyler wondered if he might want a little company at the end of the night.

He turned back to the bar, finding an empty bar stool. His eyes flickered across the back, looking over the various alcohols the bar carried. Most he'd heard of, some were new.

The bartender started over from the other side of the bar, a smirk on his lips. He was clearly amused, his crinkled eyes looking over Tyler; a designer t-shirt that clung to his chest, designer jeans that hugged every single curve of his tight ass and thick thighs. He was sure the look was topped off with the latest style of shoes on Tyler's feet, even if he couldn't see them.

He was a pretty thing, the barkeep couldn't deny that, with his blond hair pulled back into a small bun and wandering blue eyes. "I think you might be lost son," he chuckled, setting his hands on the bar and leaning forward, leaving only a foot between them. "This little bar here don't serve the stuff someone like yous used to."

The usual, snarky smirk took its place on Tyler's pink lips. "And pray tell what might someone like me be used to?" he asked, his tone deep and cocky. If this guy wanted to give him grief about how he looked, he'd certainly show him that the clothes didn't match his sour mood.

The bartender's smirk started to fade, a deep frown taking its place. "We don't serve champagne or the like around here, pretty boy."

Tyler shook his head, shrugging slightly. "Then I guess whiskey's gonna have to do, now isn't it?" he retorted, pointing to the back of the bar dismissively.

"On the rocks or straight?"

Tyler leaned forward on one elbow, giving his best smile. "A double, straight," he answered, clearly enjoying the way the bartender gave him an even darker look. He knew he was getting on his nerves and he loved it. He watched the other man pour his drink, before walking back and grumbling out the amount. Tyler easily paid it and took his glass, flashing one last smile.

"Stop harassing the bartender Breezy."

Tyler instantly spun around, nearly spilling his drink as his blue eyes locked with playful green ones. "Crowe," he growled, his voice dropping. His lips thinned into a tight line. "What are you doing here?"

Solomon shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes flicking down to the amber liquor in Tyler's glass. He was surprised to see something so strong in his hand. "I was about to ask you the same thing," he started, as he handed his empty bottle to the bartender and took the fresh one he was being offered. "We're pretty far away from the country club."

"Fuck off," Tyler snapped, turning his head and swallowing down his entire drink in a couple of gulps. It burned on the way down, making his eyes slightly water. "I can drink wherever I want." He turned to the bar and slammed his glass down, his eyes snapping back to Solomon. "What's someone like you doing here? You're about as out of place as I am."

Solomon smirked, once again shrugging as he shoved his free hand into his front pocket. He lifted his beer to his lips, taking a slow swig of the ice-cold beer. He let the rim pop free from between his lips before he pointed it towards Tyler. "I don't stand out like you do in that get up," he teased, one dark brow cocking upwards. Actually, he fit right in with dark blue jeans and a faded blue t-shirt. The only difference was he wore a beanie instead of a cowboy hat.

Tyler's jaw tightened. He'd only gone out to try to forget his personal problems for a short while, not complicate them more with the one person that always seemed to get under his skin with the slightest of ease. He turned towards the bar, ordering another double, this time on the rocks.

Solomon watched Tyler closely, ready and waiting for the impending comeback he knew would fly from those perfect lips. He was more than a little shocked when all he heard was silence, Tyler only sipping at his drink. He tossed his head to the side, the bartender taking the hint and leaving the two alone. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, taking a seat.

Tyler's eyes narrowed, turning his head away. "Why do you care?" he asked, taking another sip of his drink.

"Because you're sitting in a busted down cowboy bar drinking whiskey," Solomon answered, keeping his eyes on Tyler's averted face. He took another swig of his beer, knowing there was something serious going on. "This ain't you at all."

Tyler looked over, the glower leaving his face as he took the barstool right next to Solomon. He really didn't want to answer him, but he knew if he didn't he'd only be pestered until he finally gave in. Solomon had a knack for doing just that. His jaw tightened, his eyes falling to the ball of ice in his glass. He swallowed hard, thinking about everything that was going wrong in his life and sighed, "William left me."

Solomon's eyes widened, his heart giving a twist in his chest. He hadn't expected it to be that serious. "Oh," he murmured, looking down at his bottle. "I'm sorry man, that's… uh… that's real shitty." He was in shock, knowing just how much Tyler had cared about the older man. It had been all too obvious at the Performance Center, the two of them just had a chemistry that couldn't be matched.

Tyler blinked back the burning of tears, telling himself that he couldn't break down like this again. He forced out a pitiful chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, it was bound to happen though, right? He's here in Orlando at the Center while I'm all over the country on the main roster." His eyes focused on his drink as he took a drink. His hand was shaking as he set the glass back down. He shook his head again, thinking he had to change the direction of the conversation. He couldn't handle talking about William right then. "So, how's the Indie scene since you left?"

Solomon shrugged, leaning back against the barstool's low back. "Not bad, feels good to be back. Kinda lonely at night though," he explained, Tyler's eyes turning towards him curiously. "Single life and all."

Tyler's eyes snapped to meet Solomon, catching a flicker of sadness in the usually playful eyes. His heart gave an uncomfortable lurch in his chest. "Oh," he murmured, looking back at his drink. "I'm sorry." He meant it. After a moment of silence, he looked back over, forcing a soft smile on his lips. "We must be some unlucky guys."

Solomon chuckled, the two of them sharing a soft look. This was the most cordial the two of them had ever been towards one another and it happened to be in a dusty cowboy bar. "Well, you always said I was an Uggo, maybe that's why," he teased, watching as a shot of guilt crossed Tyler's handsome face.

Tyler recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing; smirk fully in place once again. This was their usual banter back and forth, just more relaxed. This was almost comfortable and friendly even. "Well then, let me buy the Uggo a drink," he teased, motioning for the bartender to come back.

Solomon laughed, ordering two shots of tequila. "How about ya just sit down and have some drinks with me? Kill the loneliness a bit?" he suggested, lifting one shot glass. He waited until Tyler did the same. He clinked their glasses together before throwing his back, swallowing the burning liquid.

"Jesus!" Tyler exclaimed, shaking his head as he set his glass back down. He shuddered, his stomach protesting the clear alcohol. "How the fuck do people do those?"

Solomon only chuckled, ordering two more. "Can we get some training wheels?" he asked, the bartender nodding before he set down a couple slices of lime and a salt shaker. "Here, give me your hand," he said, holding his out. "A lot of people have to do it like this."

Tyler wasn't fully sure he was okay with giving Solomon his hand, but the alcohol was already clouding his mind. He held his left hand out, his cheeks flushing once Solomon took his hand. It was warm, so warm and the heat rushed up his arm into his chest.

He almost jerked away when Solomon leaned forward and licked the patch of skin just below his thumb, moistening it. If he was sober, he knew he would've yanked his hand back in disgust. Instead, he just swallowed hard, thinking it had been a long while since he'd felt another person's tongue on him.

Solomon tipped the salt shaker and sprinkled the little while granulates on the damp skin. He replaced it on the bar, his hand still holding Tyler's. "Now, you lick that, take the shot and suck the juice outta the lime right after," he instructed, giving Tyler's hand a squeeze before letting it go and handing over the shot.

Tyler nodded, taking the shot glass in his right hand. He watched Solomon hold his own glass up. He did exactly as he was told. Clumsily, he licked the salt on his hand, took the shot and reached for a lime slice, which he quickly bit into and sucked as much juice as he could down. He still shuddered, finding the lime neutralized the burning of the tequila.

Solomon's laugh mixed with the country music, his smile wide. "Good job Breezy!" he praised, setting his empty glass down on the bar. "Wanna try somethin' else?"

Tyler nodded, his eyes burning as he set his own glass down. "How do you get used to that kind of taste?" he asked, gasping for a breath. He looked up, his heart skipping a beat to see such a joyful expression on the other man's face. He'd never seen him look so relaxed before. Usually at the Performance Center Solomon was nothing but focused on what he needed to know and do. It left very little time for him to goof off.

Solomon turned to the bartender and ordered a various array of shots for the two of them. Together they went shot for shot, finding that the more they did, the better they tasted. The time seemed to fly by and their once sparse conversation was now going full force, filled with laughter and jokes.

"You dance?" Tyler suddenly asked, a slow, but upbeat tune starting from the DJ. He smirked, meeting Solomon's eyes. "Because I do."

Solomon shook his head, his already wide smile growing. "Nah, man, I got two left feet," he said, more than a little surprised to see Tyler shrug and start off towards the little dance floor alone. He cocked his head to the side, watching as the blond started to sway around the floor, letting the music lead him.

His smile softened, thinking that it was the first time he'd ever seen Tyler act like a regular person. He wasn't being stuck up, he wasn't flaunting his gorgeousness or how good his body looked, he was just being himself.

He liked it and maybe he even liked Tyler a little bit.

He sat straight up at that thought, his brows drawing together. He shook his head, telling himself not to think like that. Him and Tyler were just out killing their loneliness together, he wasn't trying to find someone to take his mind off Apollo and he knew Tyler wasn't out looking for anyone to rid his mind of Regal. Besides they wouldn't work, even if it was something as simple as a one night stand, there was no way their bodies would be compatible.

"I think your boy's gettin' hit on Sol," the bartender said, breaking the trance that Solomon was sitting in. He pointed to where the dark headed man with the ripped up jeans was now holding Tyler close, leading him around the dance floor like it was the easiest thing in the world.

A surge of heated jealousy surged through Solomon, his eyes narrowing on the man. "Yeah, better nip that in the bud," he hissed, standing and walking over. He didn't understand why he had such a problem with the rough neck holding Tyler to him, twirling him around the floor like they were meant to be, but he wasn't going to let it keep going.

Tyler was nothing but smiles, the other man holding him perfectly against his hard body before spinning him around and pulling him back in. He held tight to him, his feet light and little off. He looked up into the bright eyes, thinking that yeah, he wouldn't mind going home with him. What was one night?

"Hope you don't mind me cuttin' in cowboy," Solomon said, sliding in between the two as they parted for a spin. He took Tyler's hand and pulled his slimmer body to him, noticing the hardened look on the cowboy's face. He only smirked, leading Tyler away. Nobody else was going to put their hands on Tyler tonight.

"You're no fun," Tyler hissed in disappointment, both of them stumbling. He gave a small pout. "He was good."

Solomon's eyes shot up from their feet to meet Tyler's. "Yeah, I saw that," he muttered, his eyes returning to their feet. He tried hard to get his feet to follow Tyler's. "But you said you dance, so I'm trying." He stumbled again, Tyler almost tripping over his sporadic movements. "Shit, this is fuckin' hard."

Tyler only laughed, wrapping both arms around Solomon's neck, pulling them even closer as the song eased into a slower one, one meant for couples. "Just sway for a bit," he encouraged, Solomon's hands moving down to rest on his hips. "Yeah, like that Uggo." He was teasing, those green eyes shooting up with a mischievous glint. His heart skipped a beat. He'd never noticed just how much they sparkled like highly polished emeralds.

They continued to say in silence, the two of them keeping their eyes locked together, forgetting about everything around them but the music. It was the closest they'd ever been outside the ring. Solomon's hold was perfect around Tyler, creating one of the most intimate atmospheres he'd ever felt. Intense couldn't even begin to describe the air between them.

"You're not too bad," Tyler finally said, almost breathlessly as the song ended and an upbeat one took over. He barely noticed as the dance floor started to fill with a few more people.

Solomon's cheeks flushed. "Yeah, well, we just swayed around a bit," he answered, pulling back and breaking the contact between them. He wouldn't admit that he was a little embarrassed and flattered all at the same time. He finally stepped back, ready to take his seat back at the bar.

Tyler followed, his eyes landing on the rough neck he'd originally been dancing with. He shot him a playful wink, thinking that there was plenty of night left. They could still have some fun after him and Solomon parted ways.

He took his original vacated seat and watched as Solomon ordered another beer. He let the dark headed man take a drink before his mouth engaged before his brain could keep up. "So, you never really told me why you and Apollo split," he said, turning to the bartender and ordering a beer as well.

Instantly, Solomon's entire body tensed, his eyes refusing to the leave the top of the bar. He gave his head a small shake. He really didn't want to talk about it. "I guess the same reason you and Regal did," he finally answered, hoping Tyler would leave it at that. Sure, him and Apollo weren't as serious as Tyler and Regal, but he'd felt really strongly about the other man. "It's hard to maintain a relationship when you don't see each other that often."

Tyler could feel the hurt and frustration in Solomon's voice. He nodded, slowly reaching over and patting Solomon's hand. "He broke it off then?" he asked, hating the way Solomon's body seemed to tighten even further. He felt bad for asking.

A thought struck him and he smirked, curling his fingers around the larger hand, those green eyes resting on their joined hands. "Hey, you want some payback?"

Solomon was confused, his eyes looking up from their hands to Tyler's spiteful expression. "What?" he asked almost dumbly.

"Do you want some payback?" he asked again, scooting to the edge of his barstool and leaning in. His hand tightened even more around Solomon's hand. "Show him what he's missing out on." He smirked, watching the confusion on Solomon's face start to fade. "Because I'd do anything to make William feel even just a fraction of how I feel right now."

Solomon looked back at their hands, thinking that it would be nice to give Apollo a taste of how it felt, but he wasn't spiteful about their break up. He knew it wasn't easy to maintain a long distance relationship. But he could understand where Tyler was coming from. He lived in Orlando, him and Regal would've seen each other at least once or twice a week without a problem. He'd at least hear what Tyler had in mind. "What're you thinkin'?"

Tyler leaned in even closer, his voice dropping into an excited whisper. "Let's take a selfie together, show them that we don't need them," he explained with a devious smile. "William was always really possessive, so seeing me with someone else like this will really dig into him."

Solomon couldn't help but chuckle. It was childish, but then again Tyler could be pretty childish himself. And if he did do this for Tyler, he didn't have to send the picture to Apollo. "Okay, I'll indulge you," he agreed, pulling back and taking a drink of his beer. "So, what kind of selfie are you thinkin'?"

Tyler only smiled. "Finish your beer and we'll make use of that corner over there," he said, pointing to the far corner before the bathrooms. He also sat back, grabbing his beer and chugging it down. He barely finished when he slammed the bottle down and grabbed Solomon's arm, pulling him into the empty corner. The lights were low but still bright enough that he wouldn't have to use the flash. He turned to Solomon, smiling. "Kiss me."

"What?!"

"Kiss me! We gotta make this look real!" Tyler huffed, grabbing his phone from his back pocket. "You don't understand how bad I want this to hurt. And you're the last person he'd ever expect me to be out with."

"I feel like I should be insulted," Solomon returned, crossing his arms over his chest. "And who said I'd even want to kiss you anyway?" He saw the excitement start to drain from Tyler, leaving an awkward, almost put out look in its place. He smirked, thinking it was funny to see that Tyler wasn't used to being rejected.

Tyler looked down at his phone. "I guess just a picture together would work," he murmured, flipping the phone over a couple of times in his hands, feeling almost foolish for thinking that his plan would just go without Solomon raising any qualms. Scratch that, he felt completely stupid.

Solomon's heart gave a flip in his chest, unable to ignore Tyler's unintentional kicked puppy look. He cursed under his breath, knowing the other man wasn't doing it on purpose. "I'm fuckin' with you," he finally said, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around the slim waist. Already this felt better than it should. "Get the camera on and lets get this over with."

Tyler nodded, hurrying to get his camera up for a selfie. He moved in a little closer to Solomon, watching as their bodies grew closer on his screen. He felt his cheeks warm as he realized how much smaller he was compared to Solomon. Sure, he was a little taller, but Solomon's body was wider, bulkier than his. It would easily cover his if it were above him.

A burst of heat covered his face at that thought before he willed it away. He couldn't think like that at the moment, not about Solomon. It was just going to a quick little peck, just long enough to snap a photo and then there would be space between them again. And then at the end of the night he'd ask that cute little cowboy if he was interested in going home with him.

His head turned, blue met green and he froze. There wasn't but a few inches separating them, but he couldn't ignore how handsome Solomon looked so close. He swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat, moving in a little closer. "Just a quick peck," he murmured, barely able to hear Solomon's confirmation.

Solomon was the one to close the last little bit of space between their lips. Once the petal soft skin touched his lips, his heart began to do flip after flip in his chest. He couldn't ignore the sudden, serious spark of chemistry between them. It left his body humming with little waves of attractions.

Tyler felt it too, electricity shooting through his entire body, making him tremble and his heart pound. He never imagined that Solomon's lips would be so soft. They were nothing like the rest of him. Quickly, he held up his phone and pressed the button a couple of times, capturing their kiss. After he heard the shutter the last time, his hand fell back to his side, Solomon's hand cradling his cheek as his back was pushed up against the wall.

Solomon put more pressure on their lips, his body pushing into Tyler's, enjoying the feel of them together. He let out a low groan, Tyler's free hand sliding up to rest on the back of his neck, the long fingers toying with the little bit onyx of hair that was poking out from under his beanie. After another moment or two, he pulled back, pressing his forehead against Tyler's. Their eyes met.

Tyler smirked, the air white-hot and crackling between them. His tongue dragged along his lower lip, getting just the tiniest of taste of Solomon. He liked it.

He smirked, tugging Solomon back in so he could capture those sweet lips with his, his hand grasping the back of his neck. Their lips barely touched and he parted his lips and ran his tongue across Solomon's lower lip. It was a quick, silent question to seek entrance into the other man's mouth. He hat to act on that spark he felt between them. He had to know, had to feel, how Solomon really kissed.

Solomon let out a guttural groan, his hand moving from Tyler's face to the back of his neck. He pulled him in closer as his body pressed even harder against Tyler's. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to meet the blond's. He let out a strangle whimper at Tyler's tastes. He'd expected it to be sweet and heavy, but instead it was bitter from the alcohol with only the slightest touch of sweetness. He couldn't help but smirk, moving so he could devour the other man's mouth. And devour it he did, his tongue surging into Tyler's mouth so he could search every nook and cranny.

Tyler merely whimpered, thinking he'd never been kissed quite so desperately as Solomon was doing. He was used to be dominated but Solomon, he didn't give him the chance to fight back. It was almost overwhelming, but also completely perfect. It felt like they'd been kissing for years, Solomon seemed to know exactly where to stroke his tongue to turn his brain to complete mush. He only hoped to keep up with each flick and swipe against his.

Solomon groaned, pushing his hips up into Tyler's, the breathless pant telling him that he wasn't the only one feeling it. Honestly, he hadn't felt so good from just kissing another person in too long. After a few more, slower, strokes of their tongues together, he pulled back. He kept his arm wrapped around Tyler's waist as his eyes opened half way and ran over Tyler's flushed face.

Fuck, it was beautiful. It made Solomon want to know how far he could get Tyler undone. He wanted to see how much more beautiful be could be in a mess of passion. Mentally, he kicked himself for thinking that way, especially about Tyler, and licked his lips. He could feel and taste Tyler's bitter breath. "Did you get it?" he finally asked, more than a little breathlessly.

Tyler only nodded, completely void of the ability to speak. When was the last time someone had kissed him like that? Who was the last person to get him to the point he could barely even think? In that moment, the picture and wanting revenge was completely forgotten, all he wanted was to continue tasting those lips. He leaned back in, ready to do just that.

Solomon took a step back, evading the kiss and breaking all contact between them. He knew if he allowed another kiss to happen, he would try his hardest to keep it from stopping there. He wouldn't let Tyler go until he'd had all of him. He couldn't risk that. "Maybe you should send it then," he said, sucking in a much needed breath, hoping it would do somehow calm his body.

Once again, Tyler only nodded. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to his phone, bringing up the best photo of him and Solomon engaging in their chaste kiss. Feeling a cool rush of wind blow between him and Solomon helped his body calm. In that moment he hesitated. Mentally he battled between exacting the revenge he so desperately wanted or just letting the entire thing go.

He still wanted William to hurt, to at least feel a little stab at his heart while he stood there feeling like his had been ripped out completely. He swallowed hard, his thumbs still over the keyboard. He'd given so much of himself to the older man.

"You okay?" Solomon asked, watching as the emotions flickered through Tyler's eyes.

Tyler didn't respond, instead his expression hardened, a devilish smirk touching his lips. William deserved this. He would've made their relationship work out, but no, he'd been unceremoniously dumped over the phone like he'd meant nothing. "I'm just fine," he hissed, attaching the photo to a text message and typing under it: I won't be going home alone tonight. He sent it, his smirk only growing darker. "What's your number, I'll send it to you."

Solomon was quiet for a moment before he shook his head. "It's all good, that's for you to get back at Regal," he said, shrugging slightly. Even if he was hurting over his own break up still, it wasn't like he was still angry with Apollo. It hadn't been a messy end, just painful and he understood why it had to be the way it was. He didn't hold any resentment.

Tyler didn't push. He just nodded and led them away from the corner and back to where they'd been sitting at the bar. He ordered one more beer, thinking that this would be enough. He took a sip, wondering why it suddenly felt so uncomfortable between him and Solomon. It wasn't like their kiss and meant anything, it was just to get back at William.

Solomon felt it too, but the tingling of his lips refused to let him let it go. "You wanna dip out before they close? It'll save us from getting harassed by the cops," he started, shaking his head when the bartender offered him an unopened beer. "I don't live that far and I've got plenty of booze."

Tyler's heart did a flip, his entire body warming. He knew how those kinds of invitations usually turned out and after the bolt of chemistry he'd felt between them not but minutes before, he knew exactly where it would lead between them. "Still wanna kill the loneliness?" he teased with a soft smile. His smile grew at Solomon nonchalant shrug. "Yeah, sounds good." He tipped his bottle up and drained half the bottle.

Solomon couldn't help but smirk, shooting a look over at the bartender. "Close up my tab would ya?" he asked, motioning between him and Tyler. "I got his too." He heard Tyler sputter into his beer. He chuckled.

"I can pay for my own drinks," Tyler retorted, sitting up a little straighter. He was ready to duke it out right then about the money, but the soft, amused smile on Solomon's lips only seemed to make all the fight in him leave. His voice dropped to a mutter, barely audible over the music playing. "I don't need you to do it."

Solomon and the bartender shared a few words before he signed the little piece of paper saying his total bill and stood. "Well, ya ready?" he asked, shoving one hand into his pocket, cocking his head to one side.

Tyler finished up the last of his beer and stood. "Yeah," he answered, following behind him to the door. He felt a hand catch his arm, holding him back. He yanked it free, turning to snap at the offender. "Don't touch me," he snapped, his hateful tone dropping once he saw those brilliant blue eyes of the redneck from before. "Oh." He'd all but forgotten about him.

"Sorry," he apologized, his Texan accent heavy. He held up one hand in apology. "I ain't mean to grab ya like that, I just wanted to get your attention." He flashed a smile, watching as a blush started across Tyler's cheeks. "Ya know, we didn't really get to talk during our dance 'cause your friend there stepped in, but… uh… do you think I could get your name? Maybe we can go out for a drink or two?"

Tyler couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips. He was used to being asked out, used to being drooled over, but he wasn't used to someone being so polite and almost, even a little shy. "It's Tyler," he introduced, raising one brow, ready for the other man to give his name.

"Hendrix, leave Sol and his buddy alone!" the bartender called, shaking his head from behind the bar.

Hendrix frowned, throwing a dirty look back at the bar. "Well, if ya ever find yourself back in this little bar, look me up?" he asked, turning his attention back to Tyler. "That is if this fellow right here ain't your man."

Tyler went to answer, Solomon taking his hand and stepping between him and Hendrix.

"He's completely taken cowboy," Solomon answered, taking Tyler's hand in his and shuffling them out the door, keeping himself between Tyler and Hendrix until they were outside in the slightly cooler, but still hot and almost unbearably humid, Florida night.

"What's your problem?" Tyler asked, yanking his hand free from Solomon's once they were outside. "Maybe I wanted to take him home instead?"

Solomon's brows rose before his eyes narrowed. "Okay, if you wanna take someone you just met at some dingy ass bar home, then by all means, be my guest. But I've seen that guy around plenty of times. He's no where near as sweet as he acts," he retorted, shaking his head. "I'm outta here."

Tyler stood there, his chest tight. He watched Solomon as he walked away. He let out a sigh, thinking that it had felt nice to hear someone lay that kind of possessive claim to him, even if it was just to ward off a less than good guy at the bar. "Solomon!" he called. He cursed under his breath as he jogged up to the other man. He looked over to see the dark look still on the handsome face. "Look, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear some half assed apology from you," Solomon shot back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It's not!" Tyler defended, rubbing one hand over his face in frustration. "Look, I just wanna take my mind off William and he was good looking. He was the exact opposite of what I usually find attractive and…" he paused, his eyes falling to the concrete sidewalk, "for a little while I just wanted to forget who I am."

Solomon looked over, the frustration that had been mounting starting to fade. "Goin' out and takin' strangers home sure ain't the way to go about it," he sighed, those beautiful eyes rising to meet his. "You gotta be careful, there's plenty of guys out there lookin' for someone like that and use it to their advantage. That's how people end up with diseases."

Tyler nodded. He almost felt guilty, like he was getting a talk from his father. He tried to fight off the growing smirk, chuckling at that thought. "You almost sound like you care about what happens to me," he giggled, the humor fading once he realized that Solomon wasn't laughing with him.

"That's because I do," Solomon said, his voice growing deeper, more solemn. "I've seen too many guys end up with something they can't get rid of because of stupid decisions they've made. I never wanna see that happen to someone like you Tyler."

Tyler froze, Solomon continuing to walk. The words had hit him hard. Even if they weren't friends, Solomon cared about his well being. His lips curled upwards, a warmth blossoming in his chest. He looked up and hurried so they could walk next to each other again. "You, uh… you still offering those drinks?"

Solomon was a little shocked at the question, he was sure after everything that had happened and said that Tyler would take himself home. "You still want them?" he asked, earning a nod in return. "Well, I guess I don't mind entertaining a stuck up brat like you for a little longer." He earned a hard shove to the side but smiled, thinking that this was more comfortable, their stabs at each other was something they both knew, and he really didn't mind spending a little more time with Tyler.

(A/N): So, yeah, I'm trash, such trash that I ship Tyler and Solomon and I needed to write this. It was originally supposed to be a PWP but alas, as per usual, plot crept in and such this mess was born. It's just a two shot and all the steamy sexy bits will be in part two, because it's going to be just as, if not longer, than this chapter. Hope you enjoy and thank you for indulging in my crazy ships!

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