Beginning: Dawn hadn't even broken yet and already the guys in the room next to them were screaming at one another. With an aggravated sigh Glen stole Mark's pillow to drown out the sound. "What a way to start the day." He growled as the screaming got louder.
Let's Go: Mark glanced down at his watch for must have been the hundredth time. With a growl he pounded on the door. "C'mon Glen, Vince might be dead but I still don't want to be late. Bastard would probably find a way to dock us from the grave for being late to his funeral."
Light: Glen pushed the door to the hotel room open with a sigh; his knee was shooting white hot shards of pain up his leg with every step. His ring bag dropped to the floor when he seen Mark lying naked on the bed; bathed in the glow of the hundreds of flickering candles.
Hide and Seek: Glen tore through their hotel room, tossing things left and right in his mad search. Mark watched with a smirk as he wondered if he'd ever get tired of playing Hide and Seek with Glen's tights.
Saturday Night Fever: Glen grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table then snuggled close to Mark as the dark haired man hit play. "Now lets see what the big deal is about this movie." He murmured as the opening credits rolled across the screen.
1 AM: Mark tossed and turned, his eyes wide open. Every night for the past week he'd been awaken by his phone ringing. That fact that it had not sounded had him growling as the clock struck 1.
It's Raining Cats and Dogs: As one Mark and Glen huddled under the umbrella, trying to stay as dry as they could. "You had to pick a day that it's raining cats and dogs to come to the zoo." Mark grumbled as Glen watched the lions intently.
Guess Who?: They had stopped at an out of the way diner, hoping that they'd be able to eat quickly before anyone figured out who they were.
Good Night: Mark pulled Glen close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.
Sweet Dreams: "I don't have sweet dreams." Mark grumbled as he flipped his phone shut. "At least not when we're apart." He murmured as he pictured Glen lying alone in a hotel somewhere wearing only one of his old 'Big Evil' shirts.
Heartless: "Y'know Mark, I think I could handle Valentine's Day better without all the hearts." Glen mumbled as he batted a pink gossamer monstrosity away from his face.
First Kiss: "Slobbery." Glen said with a small laugh. "You were so nervous that you couldn't kiss for shit." He grinned at his affronted lover. "However, the kisses that followed perfect." He breathed as he pulled Mark close and kissing him hungrily.
King for a Day: Mark wiped his brow as he surveyed his work. He never grasped what all Glen actually did around the house to make it run smoothly. But now that he knew he was going to pamper him like the King he was the moment he walked through the door.
I feel like Dancing: Mark licked his lips and watched silently as Glen gyrated and moved to whatever beat was in his head. When Glen felt like dancing it was like owning his own personal strip club.
Cellar Door: With a deep breath Glen moved towards the door; sweat dripping down the side of his face. He turned the knob, getting ready to pull it open when a loud scream from the other side startled him. With a yelp he darted away not knowing that Mark was sitting on the steps laughing until he cried.
Grim Goodbye: It really wasn't goodbye. Atleast that what Glen kept telling himself. He'd see Mark again, some time when the time was right. With one last sniffle he walked away from the grave, clutching the fallen man's hat in his hand.
Obvious: Mark rolled his eyes and huffed at Glen's shocked face. Of course he knew what email was. The problem was he just didn't know how to get into it.
1994: "Are you looking at that picture again?" Glen asked as he dropped down next to Mark. "Mmhmm." Glen gently pried the picture away and tossed it over his shoulder, pulling Mark into his arms and muffling his protests with his lips. "I'd rather have the Mark of now than the Mark of then." He said softly when he pulled away.
Choices: Both men sat in front of Vince's desk, their brows furrowed in nearly identical expressions of displeasure. "Vince, respectfully we both turn down the offer." Mark started. "There is no way in hell we're going to baby sit Chris Irvine and Matt Hardy." Glen said as he got to his feet and stormed from the room.
Good Luck: Mark had no idea what he did to deserve it, but he was thoroughly enjoying watching Glen strip.
Bad Luck: With a growl Glen stared at the mirror in front of him. On his chest, in bright orange tanner were the words, 'I suck cock for a living'. He sighed and started towards the trainers room to get them to obscure the words with more tanner, but just before his hand touched the door, his music started to play.
I Believe I Can Fly: Glen's face a ten shades of red as Mark stood in the doorway laughing at him. "Were you really just singing what I thought you were singing?" Glen mumbled and slunk away, his face ten shades of red as Mark laughed loudly.
We are the Champions: With identical sinister grins they hoisted the belts over their heads, taunting the two fallen men in the ring. As blast of pyro went off and smoke engulfed them Glen started to hum, earning him slap on the back of his head. "I told you, no Queen outside of the bedroom."
She: "No!" "C'mon Glen, it's not going to hurt you to sit down and talk with us for a while." Mark said as Michelle looked on from across the room. "One flirtatious giggle and I'm going to chokeslam her." Glen grumbled as he followed after Mark, pulling him for a heated kiss before dropping down on the couch and sending her a triumphant smirk as Mark struggled to breathe.
Love Game: Two days before their anniversary found Mark standing in an Adult bookstore looking over various novelty items. Towards the back of one shelf was a box that the front was nearly completely obscured by dust. With one wipe large bold letters appeared. 'Love Game, only for the most stable of relationships' With a shrug Mark headed to the counter to pay for it.
Checkmarks: Glen glanced down at his list, smiling when he seen that nearly everything on it was done. The only thing left was cleaning out the garage. With a sigh he opened the door and shook his head. There was no way that'd ever get it done. With a sly smile he marked it off the list. Mark would never know.
Last Day of Magic: "I don't know about you, but I'm more than ready to get away this place. Talking mice and large dogs are near the top of my 'Things-I'd-Rather-Chokeslam' list." Mark said as they exited the park. "C'mon it wasn't that bad." Glen said with a smile. "You're just mad that Cinderella kissed me." "Too bad it didn't turn you into a frog."
Chinese: "Don't you ever get tired of eating that shit?" Mark asked as Glen picked up a fried dumpling with his chopsticks. "Nope." "You're just going to be hungry later." Mark pointed out as he took a bite out of his steak burger. "I know, but I have something else in mind for later." Glen replied with a smirk.
Practice Makes Perfect: "You're never going to pull that move off." Mark called as he watched Glen climb to the top rope. "Says who?" "Says physics. Glen you're at that age that when your feet go over your head you're fucked." Glen rolled his eyes and attempted to do the Shooting Star Press, earning a snicker from Mark when he botched it royally. "That's why it's called practice jackass." Glen growled as he climbed back up to do it again.
Someday My Prince Will Come: As much as Mark hated to admit it, he loved the way Glen went out of his way for him. If he were the swooning and romantic type he'd even say that Glen was his Prince atop a white horse.
Rainy Monday: Glen stared out over the land, watching the rain come down in heavy sheets. He hated the rain with a passion, and the only thing he hated more than rain was Mondays. Unfortunately for him, it was both rainy and a Monday; something that didn't bode well for Mark when he walked through the door.
Never: Mark stood there staring at Glen in shock. There was no way that he had just heard what he thought he just heard. "You mean you seriously had never been to a LoneStar Steak house."
Heart of Glass: Glen had had no way of knowing that under Mark's tough exterior lay a heart of glass that was capable of shattering at the first harsh spoken word. It was a lesson that he learned too late and one that he'd never forget.
Did I Tell You That I Love You Tonight?: The two men sat cuddled on a blanket atop the grass, a second blanket draped around their shoulders. Words weren't needed, each one taking solace in the other. But still on the wind the words floated. "Have I told you tonight how much I love you?" "No, but I know." "I don't think you do, let me show you." As one they stretched out on the blanket, speaking with their movements and sighs rather than their voices.
Home Sweet Home: Mark pushed the door open and laughed as his dogs rushed him; knocking him to the ground and bathing his face in sloppy dog kisses. A whistle was heard from the vicinity of the kitchen and the dogs raced away yipping and howling. With a chuckle he followed them, his lips curling up in a smile when he seen Glen waiting on him in nothing but an apron.
Modern Swinger: Glen eyed the group of people around him and Mark warily as he squirmed in his seat. He could see the heated looks being passed around the circle and wondered if Mark really knew what he had gotten them into.
Daydream: One a clear, warm day Glen loved nothing more than to lay out under the shade of one of large trees on the ranch. He didn't do anything other than that; preferring to let his mind wander at will as the gentle Texan breezes wafted over his body.
Mistletoe: "I seriously hope that you're not going to put that up." Mark said as he eyed the small sprig of greenery in Glen's hands. "Of course I am. What is Christmas without the Mistletoe." With an aggravated sigh Mark threw his hands in the air. "Atleast put it in our room them. I don't want run across any of our co-workers making out in the shadows."
Gypsy Women: Their flight was delayed; giving Mark time to just sit and stare around the terminal. Glen had fallen a sleep and was sitting semi-curled on his seat. Across the way two women were sitting in long flowing shirts and bohemian style shirts. Large bangles cascaded down their arms and clanked softly with each move that they made. Mark learned an important lesson then, you don't stare too long at gypsy women unless you want them in your lap.
Here Goes Nothing: He shouldn't be that nervous, in fact it should have been the easiest thing in the world to ask Glen. But as Mark got down on knee he felt his heart racing and sweat trickling down the back of his neck. With a slight waver to his voice he pulled out the small black ring box.
Confession: He watched as Glen fidgeted from foot to foot, his head down cast as he licked his lips. "Mark, there's something I have to tell you." Mark arched an eyebrow, wondering maybe if this was something that would best be said on Maury or some other morning talk show.
Presents: "Why is this man so hard to shop for?" Mark mumbled as he browsed through the local book store. Glen's birthday was coming up and even though he kept saying that he didn't want anything, Mark was determined to atleast get him something.
Coming Soon: As Glen waited for Mark to finish his shower he flicked through the channels, landing on the coming attractions list that scrolled across his screen slowly. He heard the door to the bathroom open and he looked up, his mouth dry as Mark stood there completely nude. "Coming Soon to a bed near you, Mark Calaway." He purred as he moved over and crawled atop his lover.
Lazy Day: They didn't get too many days where they could just lay around and do nothing and Glen was determined to take full advantage of it. He was stretched out on the bed in nothing but his boxers, a book held loosely in his hands while Mark grumbled about having nothing to do. Moment's later both men were curled together as breath mingling and lips explored.
Hard Work: "Don't these kids the know the meaning of hard work?" Mark growled as he watched a few of the newer talent slacking off when they should have been perfecting their in ring work. Glen rolled his eyes and went back to his arm curls; he heard that particular gripe atleast four times a day.
Sleeping Beauty: He seriously doesn't know how beautiful he is to me when he's lying there naked bathed in moonlight. He might not be anything to anyone else, but to me he's my prince, the lighter to my desires.
Middle of Nowhere: With a groan of annoyance Mark looked out over the desolate terrain. As far as he could see there was nothing but desert that glittered in the hot afternoon sun. He looked over and watched as Glen disappeared under the hood of their rental and suddenly he felt a lot better of being stuck with no one around for miles.
Poker Game: It was an unexpected offer, but by the end both Mark and Glen learned not to play poker with Chris and Paul. Scarred and oddly turned on they left the room; leaving the two lovers connected at the lips.
Clumsy Heart: "Umm Mark…." Mark looked up and seen Glen standing in the garage with a towel wrapped around his hand. With his head cocked he looked over, wondering what Glen had done now. "I—um, see I was trying to fix the front porch and I, kinda—uh put a nail through my hand." With a light chuckle Mark stood up and walked over, Glen's heart was in the right place, even if it was clumsy most of the time.
First Time: Clothes lay scattered on floor mingled with empty whiskey bottles, on the bed both men touched and kisses hesitantly, their curiosity winning out in the end as they explored something that neither one had any knowledge of.
Desire: His electric green eyes were tracking every movement of his lover covertly as his breaths came in harsh pants. Without caring what the others in the gym were thinking he dragged Glen from the room as he started to strip him of his clothes.
Mistake: Glen's eyes were open wide as he stared at the scrape that marred the perfect paint on Mark's bike. Maybe if he told him while he ate, Mark would believe him when he said that he hadn't done it on purpose.
Baby is Home: Mark's eyes lit up as he heard the gravel crunch in the driveway. He didn't want to seem excited but as he stood at the bay window in the living room he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, Glen was finally home for good.
You and Me: It was times like this that I love being what we are. Where else can we see all the best places and spend nights together in the best of hotels. I pull him close and murmur in his ear, "There is no one I'd rather be than You and Me." "It's you and I dork." He laughs as he corrects me with a kiss to the tip of my nose.
Got'cha: "Don't worry, I'm here to catch you if you fall." He whispered in my ear. Somehow as I walked that top rope trying to learn 'Old School' that didn't seem so reassuring.
Swing Life Away: In the cool autumn evening they sat on the porch swing, watching the dogs run around the yard and bark at the stray leaves that were blowing lazily across the ground. Tomorrow they'd have to get packed and leave again for the road, but for that moment all their life consisted of was swinging with fingers intertwined.
The Music of the Night: In the deep shadows of the night they lay merged on the beach, their sighs and whimpers mingling with the sounds of the waves crashing against the shores.
Memories: It seemed like so along that they loved one another and as Glen looked through an old photo album he had run across he let himself drown in the bittersweet recollections.
Star-Crossed Lovers: Romeo and Juliet they were not, but still they felt penalized for their love. Under the cover of darkness they melded their bodies in the age old dance of need as their hearts soared at each touch and sigh.
Shopping Time: Glen kicked the back door open as he lugged the heavy grocery bags through the now open portal. He didn't know why Mark even bothered to go with him, he never helped bringing the bags in.
Hey You: He was sitting in catering looking down right sinful in his distressed t-shirt and tight blue jeans. With a smirk Mark dropped down across from him. "Hey, you come here often?" He asked with a lecherous grin.
Still Around: As Mark passed he heard the hushed whispers from the newest of the roster. He growled and put them in their places; laughing when Glen walked up and placed hands on the back of their necks and asked in his creepy voice if there was a problem.
Scared: Sitting the waiting room was proving a lot more difficult that Mark imagined. Nurses bustled past and doctors came and went, none of them telling him anything about Glen condition.
What if…?: Mark stood nervously in the doorway, watching each move of his lover as he picked through the soggy ruins of his library. "Glen I…." "Mark what if I told you that for this I'm going to kill you?" Mark swallowed and backed away as he got the feeling that Glen's what if question really meant, 'I will kill you when you're not expecting it."