AN: In honor of the Streak, I know we are all hurting, two chapters this week.
Then, The Streak hits The Explanation.
But first a bit of smut!
By now, Hunter was used to Sheamus dissapearing the way he did.
Stephanie came in, and Hunter explained his plan, making sure to leave Sheamus out of it. Rumours about his relationship with the pallid superstar were intentionally ignored by Stephanie.
She liked the plan, and together the two of them headed to the meeting they had scheduled.
During the meeting, Hunter decided, based on the amount of snuggling Stephanie was doing, that he would need the night off.
It never ceased to amaze Hunter how Sheamus managed to be both a great friend and an excellent Dom. He texted Shea, telling him he would need tonight to focus on Stehanie. Sheamus replied immedeately.
"Fine. Lockers. Now."
Hunter excused himself from the meeting just as they were discussing the stock. He slipped down the hallway, unbuttoning his suit jacket and closing the door with a slam.
Hunter ordered everyone out of the locker room with a gruff grumble. Sheamus turned around, walking towards the door, locking it.
By the time he turned around, Hunter was already shirtless, in boxers, with his tie still arouns his neck. Sheamus smirked, and gestured Hunter to come towards him.
Hunter kneeled, straddling Sheamus's bare foot, and wrapping his arms around Sheamus's thick calves. Sheamus dropped the towel from around his waist, pulling Hunter to his crotch with the tie, feeding the head of his erection into Hunter's eager mouth. Hunter wrapped himself around Sheamus's leg, placing his face flush with the soft skin on Sheamus's hip.
Sheamus snarled down at him, wrapping the tie around his hand and pulling Hunter's face closer and closer. until Hunter's lips were flush. Hunter growled around Sheamus's erection, feeling his throat stretch each time Sheamus throbbed. He moved his head back and forth, taking slight pleasure in the slight pink shade that appeared on Sheamus's hips from the contact with his beard.
He dared to chance a peek up at Sheamus, who watched him intently as Hunter let the saliva run out of the corners of his mouth as Sheamus pulled him closer.
Sheamus tossed his head back and let out an explosive groan.
Santino walked down the hall, breathing hard and sweating from his match. All he wanted was a shower. He pushed at the locked door, then gave a frustrated and exhausted groan.
"Who lock-a'd the door?" he asked angrily pushing at the door.
a soft, rhythmig gurgling sound greeted Santino's ears as Sheamus yelled. "Go away, TIno!"
"I just need-a the shower!" Santino replied, and Sheamus rolled his eyes, and sighed, beginning to pull his erection from Hunter's hungry mouth.
A strong arm wrapped around his hips, and Hunter held himself in place, sucking for all he was worth. Sheamus looked down at him in impressed surprise, watching as Hunter wrapped the their arm around his broad hips, letting Sheamus freely thrust in and out of his mouth.
Santino gave a frustrated grunt and walked away. He would have ro shower somewhere else.
Just then, the beautiful Emma walked up, all ready for her match. Santino ducked behind a stray sound box with a quiet gasp. She couldn't see him like this! he was disgusting!
Back in the locker room, Hunter had backed Sheamus up to the lockers, and was sucking his firmly, moaning and panting loudly. Sheamus stretched his arms up above his head and let Hunter do all the work, as tiny droplets of precum dribbled into Hunter's waiting mouth.
Hunter lapped up the droplets, swallowing them eagerly. They always tasted so much like honey. they were sweet, but nothing compared to what was about to fill his mouth.