Lucas did what he could to quell his nerves. Hugged Jim Smallman. Played with some streamers. Consciously told himself that he needed to relax. Reality hit him hard when he heard Fergal's music. He took a breath when he saw him. Hid his tears during introductions. His taunting ended up looking more flirtatious and sexual than he intended. He unzipped his jacket and slid it open in hopes to show off his belt. He fucked it all up and mostly showed his chest. It wasn't as impressive as Fergal's. The lick of his lips and his eyes slightly closed made it all look worse. He hoped no one would notice or if they did it would be years later. The match didn't help. He knew there were things throughout that could have been misconstrued. He hoped Fergal wasn't upset by them. He just couldn't help blowing him a kiss midmatch. Making him crawl backward in a rest hold. The match ended up turning him on more than it should have but the way Fergal's ass looked when he was backing up in the hold. The repressed sexual want was starting to surface. He needed Fergal.

On Fergal's end the match wasn't any less arousing or anxiety ridden. He was so careful through the match. He knew he could really light up Lucas on most days. He'd been wrestling long enough to where stiff chops were second nature. Lucas was a professional in the ring. He'd take anything and give it back equally rough. Still, the match was proving to be mentally taxing for Fergal. Outside of the ring they were lovers. Inside the ring, they were opponents. His mind had at moments slipped over the line. He had a hard time discerning between lover and opponent. Part of him wanted to be stiff with Lucas and part of him wanted to protect Lucas. He was torn. He hoped no one picked up on the moments where he slipped up. He knew if anyone added it all up, they'd make assumptions. Someone going public with even the slightest bit of gossip could lead to trouble in WWE. His biggest fear in wrestling was getting signed and them changing their mind or him facing locker room heat over his sexuality.

The post-match hug didn't really help ease Fergal. There was a slight hint of a romantic relationship. Lucas pulling him back, the look of want on his face. The two of them both attempting to pass if off as some "bro" moment, it failing miserably. The Progress fans were a hard read. They were either going to flock to Twitter and speculate or they were going to accept the fact this was Fergal's second to last match. That there was some possibility that emotions were just running high and the hug was just years of friendship.

Fergal was met up in the back by Lucas. Lucas smirked and pushed him into a small closet with a sink. It had to have been a janitor's closet. He felt Lucas push him into the wall. Their mouths met in a sloppy, heated kiss. Fergal moans when he felt Lucas's hand slip into his trunks. He silently gave him permission to keep going. He shifted to give Lucas better access. He rested his head on Lucas's shoulder. The moans told Lucas he was doing well.

"You. Didn't. Have. To. Do. This."

"No, I did. I needed to touch you. Look up at me." He had this dominant tone. Something Fergal couldn't have imagined. Fergal's head turned up. "We're going to go to my room before we go out with the lads. I don't like starting something and not finishing."

"mmm." Fergal's eyes closed. "Fuck."

Lucas licked his lips. He felt Fergal cum on is hand. Lucas smirked before licking it off. He noticed Fergal's eyes. Lower than normal. Clearly he liked dominant Lucas. Lucas adjust Fergal's pants to cover his dick. He gave him a quick kiss before turning to the sink. Lucas washed his hands before leaving the closet. There was a silent agreement to not leave together.

Lucas went to the locker room and sat on a chair. He was digging through his bag when Fergal walked in. He smiled at him when took the other chair. They changed in silence. There was no need for them to say much to each other. They could enjoy each other's company without words. There was an exchange of flirty little touches. There was a small chaste kiss. Nothing that wouldn't have been quick to back away from if someone came into the room. There were still a couple matches going on so they had the locker room almost entirely to themselves. A kiss got a little heated and Fergal ended up sitting on Lucas's thighs. If they were together longer, maybe, Lucas would have gladly bent Fergal over the dirty locker room sink but that wasn't the same as a quick hand job in the closet. They needed this somewhere comfortable, where they wouldn't get caught or end up with Jimmy trying to have a conversation with them from the other shower stall like he had a habit of doing.

Fergal looked down at Lucas from his position on him. He studied his face closer. Noticed a few more little lines. He noticed how when the light hit his eyes they had a slight golden tint. He was smiling so his dimples were visible. His soft pink lips were arousing, at least right now, in this moment. Fergal wasn't sure if they were really as sexy as his mind was telling him or if his processing was clouded by desire. Fergal heard the door and slid back on to his chair.

Lucas watched the loud voices enter. He took a breath and readjusted himself. He looked up at the two men that walked in. Tommy End and Jimmy Havoc. He followed Jimmy's eyes between the two of them. His mind went to their conversation from earlier. He hoped there wasn't some obvious sign that something was happening. He was more anxious about Jimmy and Tommy realizing two seconds before they walked in the door he had another man's ass in his lap. Tommy had disappeared to get his bags together. Lucas, Jimmy, and Fergal made small talk about going out and it put Lucas at ease. He hoped that neither of them noticed the small bit shaped bruise on Fergal's shoulder. Jimmy was dangerously close to Fergal, he had to have seen it. Maybe it wasn't as bad as Lucas thought. Lucas watched Jimmy run Fergal's shoulder while he talked to him.

"So, Ferg wanna head out."

"Uh sure. We'll see ya in a bit James?"

"Yeah, I'll grab us a table. Don't eat, we can get some pub food like old times." Jimmy's hand was still on Fergal's shoulder. It was teasing Lucas. "Ya alright Lucas?"

"Huh?" He looked up. "Oh yeah, I was going to get take away but if ya wanna eat at the pub that's fine."

"Alright, well let's go then luv."

Fergal lead Lucas out of the room. He knew Jimmy knew what was going on. No one had to say anything. Lucas grabbed Fergal's hand when they were far enough from the building. They didn't say much, just small talk. Fergal was content. He watched the door to Lucas's room open. He took a deep breath. He was slightly apprehensive about stepping in. This wasn't the first time and probably wasn't the last time he'd share a space with Lucas. It was never something he was nervous about but this was different. He didn't want to pressure Lucas into taking the next step. He didn't need to nor want to rush into anything. He was okay with what they had, love wasn't always sex and sex wasn't always love. He heard Lucas calling him and he stepped through the door.