Chapter 4:

Rating: M

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"Dean seemed pretty into Seth." Sheamus commented as he walked into his and Wade's apartment.

"I didn't notice all that much." Wade answered honestly. He was already a few steps ahead of his lover, making a beeline straight for their bedroom.

"What do ya mean you didn't notice?!" Sheamus called as he followed the other man. He pulled off his cap, dropping it onto the front coffee table with his wallet and his keys. His phone remained in his pocket as he bent down to undo his shoes. "Didja take ya shoes off?"

"Yes!" Was Wade's muffled response from somewhere down the hall.

Sheamus rolled his eyes as he pulled off his own shoes, kicking them to the side near the front door. He stood back up properly, reaching back and checking that he'd locked the door after they'd walked in. He made his way through their two bedroom apartment, socks rubbing against the wooden floorboards as he moved.

He walked through their apartment, already knowing that his boyfriend would be in their bedroom. He reached down and tugged off his tight fitting black t-shirt, ready for a shower and some sleep since he had an early start with his workout tomorrow morning. He let out a heavy yawn. "I call first shower lover."

He froze when he stepped inside of their bedroom, his balled up shirt slipping from his fingers as he took in the sight that was before him. There was Wade on their King sized bed naked as the day he was born. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, his blue eyes hungrily raking over every inch of Wade's long, well toned body. He couldn't help the groan of approval that was ripped from the base of his throat as he saw Wade slowly stroking his length.

"Did you still want that shower?" Wade called from the bed.

"Cocky little shit." Sheamus grumbled as he reached down and fumbled with his belt. He struggled with the leather for a moment, fingers too excited to thread the belt through its loops before his hands even made it to his button and fly. His blue eyes didn't drop from Wade, pupils flicking back and forth along the beautiful body in front of him. He pushed the heavy jeans down his thick thighs, letting them pool at his ankles before he kicked them away and he made his way towards the bed.

Wade watched as the ginger climbed onto the bed, clad still in his black jocks. There was a hungry look in his lover's eyes that made his cock twitch. He let his legs spread wider open, allowing the larger man to crawl between them. He lifted his hand, reaching for whatever part of Sheamus he could get, fingers clasping around firm bicep muscle while he tried to pull him closer.

There was an arrogant smirk on Sheamus's lips as he made himself comfortable between the heavenly thighs. He moved his arms up higher, resting his hands so that they were on either side of Wade's head while he leaned down. He deliberately made sure that he was just far enough away from his lover's face that he couldn't lunge forward and try and take control of the situation.

He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. "You're fucking perfect. Have I told you that?"

"Every day." Wade said in almost a whine. "Shea. Please. I've been thinking about you all night."

Sheamus let out a light laugh. "Oh I bet you have. Explains why you weren't interested in what Seth was doing and why your hand was on my thigh under the table all night."

"Stop talking." Wade groaned.

"Or what?" Sheamus grinned. "You won't turn me away. You get into these moods where all you want is my dick." He accentuated that by pushing his clothed cock against Wade's bare one. "You just need it, don't you?"

"Shea." Wade whined, pushing his body closer to the larger man's. He groaned when he felt Sheamus' hard cock rubbing against his.

Sheamus grinned and leaned down, deliberately missing Wade's lips that were pouted and waiting. His lips pressed against the slim column of Wade's neck, knowing that his beard was scratching at the sensitive skin and also that the motion drove the younger man wild. He heard the needy moan that left his lover's lips, felt the hand on the back of his head while he pressed kisses along the neck. A smirk grew on his face while he pushed himself impossibly closer forward, aching for more.

One of his hands moved from its position on the bed, fingertips grazing along Wade's toned body, stopping only when he landed on Wade's narrow hip. He squeezed, pushing his body in closer still, rocking his still clothed cock against the brunettes ass, the heat there causing shivers to roll through his body. Both of his hands slid down Wade's body, not stopping until each palm was gripping a cheek, squeezing the firm muscle in between his hands.

Sheamus let out a groan. He said something but the words were muffled against Wade's neck.

Wade's hand that was wrapped around his cock dropped lower, seeking out Sheamus' black briefs. He slid his hand down, fingers squeezing around the thick length that was bulging in the cotton briefs, straining hard against the thin, stretchy material. They both let out moans of approval simultaneously. This was going on too long. He needed to have the older man inside of him already.

His left hand that was wrapped around the back of Sheamus' head slid in between their bodies and worked in tandem with his right, fingers hooking into the sides of the older man's jocks and tugging them down low enough to free the ginger's thick, long length. His right hand wrapped around his lover's cock while his left went a little lower, fondling the heavy ball sack that lay there. His right hand worked up and down Sheamus' cock slowly and steadily, eliciting heavy, breathy groans that were being whispered right into his ear.

Sheamus lifted his head from his lover's neck, his lips latching straight onto Wade's while the brunette's hand continued working his cock. Their kiss was messy, open mouths moving against each other in between breathy moans and groans. He could feel his cock pulsating in Wade's grasp and he knew he needed to move. No he had to have more.

He pulled his lips away from Wade's and he grinned down at the younger man. Wade's lips were red and slightly puffy. His hands moved away from his lover's ass cheeks and instead slid up Wade's long legs, stopping when they hooked on the back of his knees. He gripped them tightly and felt Wade's hands slip away from his cock and balls while he pushed Wade's legs up and apart so that his ankles were almost on either side of the brunette's head. He could see the want in the Brit's green orbs, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth. This position only ever met one thing.

Wade's eyes were wide as he watched Sheamus shuffle backwards down the bed, leaving a gap between them, the warmness that was there when they were joined had dispersed but the excitement was bubbling up inside of him. He could see the not so innocent gleam in his lover's blue eyes and the smirk that was on his lips as he watched the Irish man drop his head right between his thighs.

"Fuck." Wade's back arched the instant the other man's tongue touched at his sensitive entrance. He tried to grab at something, settling for pulling at the expensive sheets instead. He could feel Sheamus' tongue tracing around his puckered entrance, the tip deliberately dragging around the edges. He tried to push his body down, tried to force that wickedly talented tongue to get inside of him but Sheamus was too strong for him to do much of anything except for whine. He was desperate for more of the Irish man and he was struggling to get it.

"Foighne." Sheamus breathed with yet another lap against him. He had a tendency to flip between Gaelic and English when they were intimate together. "Patience."

He heard another pathetic whine leave Wade's mouth and he almost felt sorry for his lover. He knew exactly what Wade wanted and the way that his cock was throbbing from between his legs only made him want to give the younger man what he wanted. He tried to lift his gaze, finding nothing but the taller man's long body in his sight. He pulled his tongue away, leaning forward and pressing a hard, sucking kiss against the entrance.

He could hear Wade's moans ringing in his ear as he finally pushed his thick tongue inside of the velvet walls. He felt the legs in his hands quiver slightly, felt Wade press down on his face and he only pushed in further, tongue curling around inside, weaving its way through the right muscles. He let out a deep groan, working his tongue in and out of Wade, cock pulsing while he heard needy moan after needy moan falling from his lover's lips.

He pushed his tongue in and out a few more times before he pulled it out. He pressed one last hard, sucking kiss against the rosebud entrance, enjoying the last desperate whine that fell from the Brit's lips. He'd gotten Wade off a number of times from just his tongue but tonight wasn't one of those nights. He lifted his face away from in between Wade's thighs and slipped completely off the bed. He moved towards their bedside table, opening the top drawer and pulling out the bottle of lube that they always kept there.

"You better not come back on that bed if you're not fully naked." Wade said from his position on the bed. His stomach was swirling, his cock throbbing from between his legs as he waited.

Sheamus glanced over at his boyfriend. Wade still hadn't moved, his legs up in the air and spread wide, ankles almost behind his ears. "Whatever you want, love." He said quickly while he set the bottle of lube on the side of the mattress while he pulled off his black boxer briefs, kicking them away when they reached his ankles. He reached for his white ankle socks, tugging them both off before he stood next to the bed with his arms spread wide. "Better?"

Wade nodded in approval. Sheamus had a fantastic body. He had wide, broad shoulders and chest that were covered in thick muscles. His arms were equally as large, bulging biceps that the Irish man was always more than happy to show off their strength. He had a defined abdomen that went perfectly with his sculpted pectorals. His legs were equally as thick as the rest of him.

His green eyes instantly went to the thick cock that was flat against Sheamus' toned stomach. His dick was a decent length, fitting into him perfectly, if it sometimes felt a little snug. The colouring of it was pale like his lover's skin tone with a hint of pinkness to it. His lips salivated every time he saw, felt it and especially when he thought about it. He felt his own cock throb just by looking at the perfect specimen that was only inches from the bed.

His lips tugged into a small smirk. "Are you ever going to get back onto the bed?"

Sheamus rolled his eyes and climbed back onto the bed. He resumed his spot in between the long legs of his lover. "Nice to see you stayed right where I left ya."

"Shut up." Wade groaned. He looked down to see Sheamus just kneeling in between his legs, bottle of lube in his hand. "C'mon. Shea. I can take it without any other prep."

"Foighne." Sheamus just gave him a look. He popped the cap on the bottle of lube and squeezed a liberal amount of the clear gel onto his palm. He wrapped his hand around his cock and coated his thick length with enough to ease his entry into the Brit. "I know you can take it."

Sheamus stopped his hand moving and wrapped it around the base of his cock while his left hand grabbed at the back of Wade's knee, gripping onto the strong leg while he moved closer on the bed. He dipped his hips a little bit and rubbed the tip against his lover's entrance. He smirked at the heavy whine that left the other man's throat and he thrust forward, pushing all the way in in one movement.

Wade squeezed his eyes shut when Sheamus pushed all the way in. Even though he was still pretty relaxed from last night's romp, the Irish man's length filling him up completely always hurt just a little bit that first thrust in. He knew his eyes were wet, that first bolt of pain always uncomfortable. He felt Sheamus' right hand rubbing at his hip in a reassuring way, the feather light touches in complete contrast to the man that was touching him. "Move." He mumbled softly. "Start moving."

Sheamus watched Wade's face carefully. He could see the pain on his lover's face and it instantly made him feel bad. His hand gripped at the Brit's slender hip and he slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in sharply. He heard the appreciative moan and he repeated the motion, doing it a little faster and a little bit harder. This time, the moan that he received was louder, more desperate.

Wade's green eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with his lover's. Sheamus had both of his legs over his shoulders while he thrusted in and out of him. He could feel the ginger's grip on both his hip and his thigh but he needed more. This pace was good but he needed it faster. Needed it harder. He tugged his lip between his teeth, the blue and green orbs not dropping their contact once.

"You can do better than that." Wade's voice was a little soft but the meaning behind those words was still there.

Sheamus dropped Wade's legs from around his shoulders and grabbed them at the back of Wade's thighs. He pushed them apart as far as he possibly could before he pulled out quickly and slammed back in hard. He started up a hard and fast rhythm, the look of absolute delight on his lover's face was the recognition he needed but he wanted more. He wanted their neighbours to hear what they were doing, hear just how fucking good he was.

Wade tried to concentrate on Sheamus' rhythm. The hard in, quick out. Hard in. Quick out. His stomach was swirling already, his muscles clenching a little too soon. He reached forward for his lover, settling on the Ginger's forearm, finger nails digging into the flesh while he let moan after moan spill from his lips. He could hear the bed creaking from below them, their combined body weight making the bed frame struggle.

Sheamus licked his lips as he looked down at the man below him. Wade's body was arched off of the bed, his hips pushing down on his every time that he thrusted in and out. He'd never grow tired of the connection that the two of them shared, the little spark that passed between them every time they kissed. The skip his heart made when he pushed inside of his own personal heaven for the first time. He let out a moan of his own. The tight walls clenching at his thick cock just perfectly.

"Foirfe." He mumured in his native tongue.

He threw Wade's legs back over his shoulder, his pistoning movements in and out never once faltering and he leaned forward. He captured Wade's lips with his own, his head tilting to one side while he felt his lover's hands claw at his back, nails biting into his strong shoulder muscles. He pushed his tongue into the brunette's mouth, the two tongues curling and entwining around each other while their bodies rocked together.

Wade could feel his cock pulsating between their bodies, his hands too preocupied with pulling his love as close as he physically could to himself. He craved that closeness between them, needed to feel their bodies pressed together in an intimiate embrace. And Sheamus just made him feel things he never got to experience with past lover's. The Irish man knew exactly what buttons to push to get his heart racing.

He pulled back from the kiss to moan his lover's name loudly when he felt the older man's cock strike at his prostate. He squeezed his legs tighter around Sheamus's shoulder, grabbed tighter at the strong shoulder muscles, pulled him closer again and pushed his hips down as hard as he could. He let out another loud moan, their faces still only inches apart from each other as he felt his prostate get struck again and again. And again. And again. Until he was a quivering mess below the much stronger man.

Sheamus leaned forward and pressed their lips back together. Their lips didn't stay latched for long, mouths parting for moans and groans while he continued pounding in and out of Wade. He could hear the almost crude sound of their bodies smack, smack, smacking against each other and the bed creaking in protest from below them but he needed more. His hips sped up, the smacks and Wade's moans growing louder the closer that they both got to their respective orgasms.

He could feel the light sheen of sweat that was covering his body and he could certainly feel Wade's neglected cock rubbing against his body. He moved one of his hands in between their bodies and wrapped it around Wade's pulsing length. "You feel so fucking good." He groaned against Wade's lips, his hand moving in tandem with his hips. "Just taking my cock so well."

Wade moaned out loudly. It was all beginning to get a little too much. He could feel his stomach doing back flips, the muscles getting tighter and tighter the closer he got. The combination of Sheamus's mouth almost on his, murmuring all sorts of things to him while his prostate got hammered over and over again. And then combined with his cock getting jerked in time with the powerful thrusts was getting far too much. He wasn't going to last much longer at all.

"I'm so close Shea." He panted out. His hands grabbed tighter at Sheamus' back. "I'm so bloody close."

"Cum for me then." Sheamus groaned before a particularly rough thrust. "Cum all over me. I want to see it."

Wade tried to hold on. He really, really did. But all the delicious sensations were far, far too much. It just felt too good. It always did. He tried to give his lover some sort of warning but he found he couldn't, his mouth to refusing to open. He lunged forward with his lips and pressed a hard, passion filled kiss to his lover. He grabbed at whatever part of Sheamus he could, squeezing him tightly and holding him there while he gave into his orgasm, his cum splattering all over their stomachs as he moaned wantonly in their kiss.

Sheamus couldn't have held on if he tried. The combined feeling of Wade's ass clenching around his cock, Wade's cock pulsing before he came and the way that his British lover grabbed at him while he came was just too much for him. He was able to thrust in and out a few more times before he too came. His teeth clamping down on Wade's bottom lip while he groaned out something that sounded similar to his lover's name before he shot his load inside of Wade, his cum coating the velvet walls.

Sheamus pulled out after a few moments and rolled onto his side of the bed on his back, his hand letting go of Wade's cock and he smeared the bit of cum that landed on his pale hand on his stomach. His chest was panting heavily and his blue eyes were shut as he tried to regain his breathing. His eyes reopened when he felt Wade's head on his chest, his hand gently raking through the brunette's hair.

Wade smiled. "Do you still call first shower?"

"Nah." Sheamus grinned. "Cause you're coming in there with me."

TBC

A/N: few things. Sheamus can speak Gaelic so I thought I'd put some words in there. Foighne means patience and Foirfe means perfect. Repeat song for this chapter was 'Touch' by Pia Mia. Thanks for reading and reviewing! First time writing these two like this so hope you all liked it! Always look forward to reading what you all think. GatesVengeance x