Shinsuke's blood was on fire from his interrupted play-time with the beautiful violinist. As he drove back to his hotel room, he debated whether he should stop by and see someone—anyone—who could get the heat out of his veins, or if he should just take a cold shower and get to bed.

Fortunately, the decision was made for him when he opened his room door and saw Finn Balor dozing on the bed in his underwear.

"Perfect," he breathed, stripping out of his clothes then and there, and climbing on the soft mattress silently.

Finn was always fun. Whether in Japan, or the UK, or America, once the younger Irishman found chemistry with someone, the possibilities were endless.

Shinsuke slapped Balor hard on the ass, startling him.

"Hey, I'm here," Nakamura grinned. "Why are you still dressed?"

Finn slowly came awake, and a handsome smile took his features. "I came here to congratulate you...Big win tonight."

"And for you, tomorrow."

Finn shrugged. "Hopefully. Tonight, though..."

Before he could say another word, Shinsuke had him on his stomach, one strong hand pushing his head into the mattress, and the other pulling down his briefs.

"Sorry, I can't hold back," the King of Strong Style apologized. "I was interrupted earlier..."

Balor nodded sympathetically. "Ugh, that's the worst."

"Yes. But this is the best."

Without a moment of preparation, Shinsuke thrust up to the hilt into Finn's tight ass, throwing his head back and howling triumphantly.

"I wanted to do this to Joe all month," he said through gritted teeth. "And to that cute violinist tonight, too."

"Such a slut," Finn laughed, taking the opportunity to lift himself up on his hands and knees to take some pressure off. However, the moment he was in reach, the new NXT champion hooked two fingers into the Demon Prince's mouth, silencing him effectively.

Finn moaned around the fingers as Shinsuke thrust in and out of him at a steady pace that was slowly increasing.

"Kenta really needs to punish you," Nakamura teased, using his free hand to grip Finn's narrow hips. "I will talk to him after this."

Balor shook his head desperately, and a thin stream of saliva seeped out of his mouth and around Nakamura's fingers.

"Be good then, yes?"

For his part, Shinsuke was going to make it good for them both. Although his pace started off slow, he had far too much tension built up in his body and brain.

His movements very quickly became face-paced and erratic, and he could feel his dear friend winding up with tension underneath him.

Of course, he couldn't help but take advantage of Finn's legendary flexibility; and in one smooth motion, he grabbed one of Finn's arms and pulled so that they were both resting up on their knees. Balor's back was bending in a slight arch, and Shinsuke took the opportunity to kiss him roughly before sticking his fingers in his mouth once more.

Finn groaned in protest and pleasure, working hard to keep his balance as they both bent back further and further.

Shinsuke knew him so well.

In this position, everything was pleasure—from the tightness of their limbs to the tightness growing in their groins. They were heading full speed into an insane climax.

'He fucks just like he wrestles,' Finn thought with a small smile. 'I love that crazy fucker.'

A violent shock passed through him suddenly, and he groaned around Shinsuke's long fingers. The older man had started pounding his prostate, having found the perfect angle, and Balor knew that he couldn't hold on for very long.

Besides the fact that the Japanese superstar was very well-endowed, the man simply was a professional at the Art of Love.

"Eh...cannn't..." Finn tried to speak, despite his mouth being otherwise occupied, but found that he was ignored either way. He wanted to warn Shinsuke that he was going to come...

Too late. With an open-mouthed cry, Finn came hard, shooting out his seed far out from his body onto the bed below him, butt clamping down hard on Shinsuke's cock, back bending even further than he thought humanly possible.

Nakamura cried out low in his throat, shaking hard with his own release as Finn drew it out of him in violent throbs of pleasure. It was too much, too fast; and yet it was exactly what he needed.

"Fuck," he growled (in English and then again in Japanese) through his teeth, eyes screwed shut.

When it was at last over, he fell forward, and straight down on top of Finn, smiling as the younger man groaned under his full weight. But he loved the feeling of the contact of their skin.

"Sorry, Little Prince," Shinsuke apologized. "I was too overexcited. I'll repay you."

Balor, still catching his breath, smiled. "Damn right you will."

"Don't get cocky, or I'll kill you," he warned jokingly, before sliding off to Finn's side and planting a sincere kiss on his red lips. "Thank you, my friend."

"Anytime," Finn said sleepily, returning the kiss lazily. He was so happy that Shinsuke joined NXT. "Anytime..." He seemed to reconsider for a second.

"I didn't know my spine could bend that way," he commented as he and Shinsuke cuddled together under the cool sheets. Nakamura chuckled.

"I'm glad it did. Would have been an awkward injury to explain..."


Next part forthcoming! Seriously...help me. I'm obsessed with this man! _

Until then...Review? :)