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The ring shook below him, the shouting fans were deafening as Robert stood on the apron, watching as Eric fought with Harris. He reached out repeatedly for a tag, hoping to help out his partner who, as far as he could tell, was becoming way too tired and worn out. He finally managed to slap hands with Eric, and climbed into the ring, skidding to a halt when he saw James climbing into the ring after slapping Chris on the back.
Robert groaned as he felt a series of punches fly at him, falling back against the turnbuckles in the corner. He shook his head, looking around to James as he charged at him. He moved at the last second, and then darted around, hitting James with a spinebuster when he ran at him again. Robert could feel James' sweat slicked body press against his own repeatedly as they went through the match, groaning when he felt his body hit the ground after Chris came down on him from the turnbuckles. Death Sentence, he thought to himself as he felt James' body lay on him, pinning him to the mat before their music blasted loudly.
"Are you okay?" asked Eric once the two of them were backstage, frowning at the flustered look that covered Robert's face.
Robert shook his head, freeing himself from his thoughts, "I'm fine Eric," he growled, walking away from the smaller boy and heading for the locker room. He slammed the door shut then made his way to the showers, thinking that maybe if he was clean he wouldn't feel James touching him anymore.
After his shower, Robert walked into the locker room, digging through his bag for some clothes when a voice startled him.
"Hey Robert," said James from behind him, sitting on the bench, "You did well out there tonight."
Robert jumped, staring at him as his hands unconsciously made sure his towel was still tight around his waist, "Thanks," he said gently, turning his attention back to his bag.
James smirked to himself as he rose from the bench and walked to them, his body just mere inches away from Robert's, "You're welcome," he breathed slowly into Robert's ear, his hot breath tickling Robert's bare skin.
Before Robert could even open his mouth to speak, James was gone, the door shutting with a soft thud behind him. Robert collapsed onto the bench, his pulse racing as he stared at the shut door, wondering what the hell had just happened. Though his mind was flustered to no end, Robert somehow managed to get dressed, and pack his bag before leaving the locker room. He made his way to the parking lot, hoping to avoid anymore interactions with James.
Meanwhile, James sat in his own locker room, watching Chris pack up their bags. He would have done it himself, but Chris always nagged him about how untidy his own bag was. He didn't care; he liked getting out of working sometimes.
"You want to hit the bar tonight?" asked James, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Chris glanced over at him, grinning.
"Do I ever say no?" he questioned back, standing up and handing James his bag. He took the bag eagerly and left with him.
Hours later, Robert sat alone in his hotel room, staring at the TV as an old-fashioned TV show played, his mind not even paying attention to what he was watching. He had been offered to join the boys at the bar next door, but he opted out, deciding it wasn't the best choice when he saw James heading to the bar.
Sighing gently, he clicked off the TV and stood up, pulling down the covers of his bed. Before he was able to climb into it though, he heard a series of loud knocks at his door. He groaned faintly and walked to the door, opening it without a second thought.
"Hey Robert," slurred a rather drunk James as he staggered against the door frame. Robert pouted confusedly at the man before him, groaning when he felt James stagger into the room past him and over to the bed, dropping on it. Robert sighed, shutting the door before walking over and standing in front of him.
"Get off the bed," said Robert, reaching out and grabbing James' arm. If there had been another bed, he wouldn't have bothered but he had chosen a room with one bed specifically so he wouldn't have any visitors. He groaned as he was yanked down onto the bed, a pair of arms wrapping tight around him.
"Be a good boy and sleep," said James, petting Robert on the bed gently before his eyes fell shut, he was asleep. Robert groaned, trying to free himself, but he couldn't. Sighing again, he decided it was for the best and snuggled against the man next to him, falling asleep quickly.