Stare
Alright, a very mini drabble. I recently discovered this pairing of Tyson Kidd and Brock Lesnar. To be honest, I think it's really good. So, you might like this, you might not. I still like reviews! If anyone wants, I can try to do a mini drabble or a long one for them. Just send me a message of what pairing you want. Mostly slash welcomed. No Oc's, though.
When he first saw Brock Lesnar, Tyson could say he was surprised. And a bit in awe. The man was something less. He was tall.. muscular.. handsome. Very handsome. Tyson knew he was attracted to men. Natalya made it very clear with her saying of "Aliens could spot it from space!" Ah, the Hart family. So lovingly blunt. Feh.
So, Tyson looked at the man. Standing there followed by the glorified mouthpiece known as Paul Heyman. God, that guy made even Tyson's skin crawl.
"You know, you're looking at him." Justin commented, sitting beside his tag team partner. The south African had to grin as Tyson's cheeks warmed with color. Ooh. Like a little school boy with a crush. "Well, you are." He pointed out. There was no denying it.
"I am not." Tyson mumbled in defense. "I was looking at the soda machine." Right, that. The one beside Brock.
"There's no soda machine near his crotch."
The color darkened. "Shuddup."