Sami Zayn opened his eyes to the darkened hotel room. 1:45 AM. The night before, WWE Monday Night Raw was in Tampa. Last night, Smackdown was in Miami, and that's where Sami lay. His dream was fuzzy. They were back in NXT. William Regal was there, Finn was too...and of course, Kevin. Sami's heart ached; he felt stupid.
I want Kevin so bad that I'm now dreaming of him, he thought to himself. I created this whole conspiracy in my head all so that we could be happy together in my dream.
Bits and pieces of real life worked in to his dream. Alex Riley flirting with him, that happened. Kevin flying into a rage because of it, that happened too. John Cena talking to him after his official/unofficial Raw debut, that happened too.
Maybe Cena was the smartest person he knew. Cena saw right away what was happening with Sami and Kevin. Sami remembered John's words: "You tell yourself 'just one more match and then it will be over' and you're doing nothing but fooling yourself. I'm telling you right now, just drop it. Your hearts will be able to heal. You'll be happier."
Maybe I should just drop it, Sami sat up and swung his legs over the side, hanging his head down low. Maybe I should just let it go.
Sami got up and walked to the window, pulling a curtain back slightly, the faint city lights illuminating the room just enough. The lights shone on his body, making the spattering of chest hair glisten, a trail of shimmer leading down into his boxers. He stood there watching the silent scene of a scarce number of early risers traverse the hotel parking lot. He stood there. He watched. He thought. Sami turned towards the door, and that's when he saw a shadow standing outside his hotel room, blocking the light streaming in from the hallway through the crack under the door. He observed it for a minute and it looked like the figure was pacing in the hall.
Against his better judgment, he went to the door and opened it to peer outside.
Kevin Owens was there, standing in front of the door, wearing nylon shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and a dumbfounded look when Sami opened the door. A flash of panic crashed over Kevin's face, causing him to turn tail and start walking away. Sami reached out and grabbed his arm gently. Kevin spun around, his panic turning to rage and fists clinched ready to brawl.
"Habibi?..." Sami's voice sleepily called to Kevin. Sami knew that Kevin wouldn't fight him here. He knew that Kevin was here for a different reason. Sami felt his face fall and his heart break when Kevin jerked his arm away.
Kevin backed up a few feet and relaxed a little. His voice was hushed, yet on edge. "I shouldn't be here."
"Come in," Sami opened the door wider and Kevin ducked in. Sami closed and locked the door behind him and followed Kevin over to the bed. The two men sat on the side of the bed. A pregnant pause hung in the air for a few minutes. Sami stayed quiet. He was going to let Kevin break the silence.
"This was all supposed to be perfect," Kevin buried his face in his hands. "This was supposed to be the Kevin Owens Show, Sami." Kevin wiped his palms on his shorts and continued. "I came out and beat Cena's ass, right? Then I fuck around, right? But then I beat Ryback's ass for my IC belt, and then fucking Ambrose steals it but that's okay, because I'm supposed to win the Rumble this year, but then you come out. You steal that chance from me." Sami watched as Kevin's fists balled and clinched. "And then it's just shit for me from then. Shit. I barely get my belt back in that damned fatal five-way that you caused, and then you cause me to lose it to Ryder at goddamned Mania. Zach Fucking Ryder! And you're not even sorry!" Sami saw slow tears start running down Kevin's face.
"Kevin, I-" Sami started to talk but Kevin cut him off.
"You're a goddamned asshole, Sami Zayn." Kevin's voice stayed hushed and shaking with anger. "You came back to ruin everything for me. You can't let me win. You can't let me be in the spotlight. You can't let me have anything, can you?"
"Kevin, what am I supposed to do? Just lay down and let you have all of the accolades? I have a dream too. Isn't that why we both came to WWE? To live out our dreams?"
"It's supposed to be different!" Kevin spat out an angry whisper, followed by a sob muffled by his clinched jaw. Kevin drew in a breath, then Sami found Kevin's tearful eyes looking right at him. "Why can't I stop thinking about you, Sami?" Kevin grabbed Sami's hands and clasped them desperately. "Why do I still love you? Why can't I just hate you?" Kevin's tears flowed more free now, and his speech was scattered with sharp sobs. "It's so much easier if I can just hate you. Why can't I hate you, Sami? Why do I dream about having you in my arms? Why do I think about the way you smell? The way your beard feels against my neck?" Kevin's face turned shamefully. "Why do I think about making love to you over and over?"
Sami felt his tears come. "You think you're the only one who thinks about that?" Sami found himself inching closer to Kevin and trying to follow his gaze. "Kevin, it cuts me to the bone. You know how I feel about you. You know I can't deny it. I'm an idiot. You've insulted me, attacked me...and still I love you. Still I dream of you." Sami reached up and gently turned Kevin's face up and back to his. He left his hand there, caressing Kevin's brown beard, so fluffy and soft. "I don't know what to do. My heart aches for you, Kevin."
Kevin looked at Sami's face, the gentle, loving look that was in so much pain. Why do I hurt the man I love so much? He asked himself. Kevin found himself leaning in, and as he touched his lips to Sami's, and found Sami's lips to reciprocate the gentle kiss, he felt his insides quell their storm.
Kevin gently pushed Sami back on the bed, only breaking their kiss to strip off his shirt. Sami's body seared Kevin to the core when their chests touched. The heat drove Kevin crazy, stirring his passion and building a force inside him. This heat he only felt two times: when they were making love, and when they were in the ring brawling. It drove Kevin to the brink of insanity.
Sami reached up and cradled Kevin's face as he ground up into his lover's big body. His mind was quieted, his soul soothed. His love was here, in his arms. Kevin's bearded lips kissed Sami's hands, then dove in to the nape of Sami's neck, eliciting gasps of surprise and pleasure. He felt Kevin's hands go down, ripping first Sami's boxers off, then his own. The two men, the two warriors of the Squared Circle, the two rivals and bitter enemies once again found comfort in each other's arms, nude bodies rubbing and writhing together.
Kevin and Sami's thick, turgid cocks ground together. They looked in each other's eyes with mutual lust. Each one's member spurting out precum and making the meat glide and slide deliciously over each other.
Kevin's eyes locked with Sami's and a wicked smile formed on his face. "You wanna frot this out, Sami? Been a long time since we've done that."
Sami giggled, gasping intermittently at the waves of pleasure Kevin was giving him. "I forgot how good even this feels with you." Sami bit his lower lip as Kevin's heavy rod slipped over his own, causing jolts of energy to go surging through his body. "Yeah, fuck my cock, Kevin."
The two lovers found a rhythm, their uncut cocks crashing into each other, sliding their foreskins up and over and back and forth, chests heaving, grunting, spiraling into each other. Kevin pinned Sami to the bed, thrusting his penis back and forth over Sami's, Sami's thick bush tickling Kevin's cockhead when it poked out of its hood, causing Kevin to groan and moan unintelligibly. Sami was thrusting his pelvis up to meet Kevin's motion, his fat nuts slapping up into Kevin's, the tiny twinges of pain making his load churn thick, heavy and fast. His gasps came quick and sharp. His orgasm was soon and he desperately wanted cum with his lover.
Kevin sensed that Sami's orgasm was near and spun around, diving mouth first onto Sami's cock. Sami gasped, creating a perfect moment for Kevin's own piece to slide into Sami's mouth. An unexpected delight, Sami sucked with gusto as Kevin's expert lips and tongue massaged and coaxed Sami's orgasm closer and closer.
Kevin felt it come. Shoving his throat down on Sami's girthy dong, Kevin came. A guttural groan came from Kevin's full mouth as spurt after spurt of viscous white cream pumped into Sami's mouth. Sami's mouth suckled every drop out, greedily gulping it down. Kevin was floating on cloud nine and with one last tongue swirl in Sami's foreskin, he too was rewarded with a mouthful of jizz, Sami releasing his own searing hot seed onto Kevin's willing, needy tongue. Kevin couldn't control Sami's bucking hips, Sami's cock popping out of Kevin's mouth and covering his beard with drops of sperm. Kevin loved it.
Kevin rolled off of Sami and turned around, pulling his lover into a deep, lustful kiss. Their tongues lapped and tasted each other's flavor, sharing their mutual lust. Eventually, their kiss broke. They held each other for a few minutes, then uncertainty set in.
Kevin released Sami and started to get out of bed.
Sami put his hand on Kevin's chest. "Don't leave." Sami paused. "Please. Just tonight. Stay. I need you tonight."
Kevin looked at Sami. Sami who he had just made love to. Sami, who he loved and hated and loved.
Kevin closed his eyes, let a soft sigh out, and slid back into bed.
"I hate you, Sami Zayn." Kevin whispered while he pulled Sami into a spooning position. Wrapping his arms around his rival from behind. "Why do you have to make everything difficult?"
Sami knew Kevin was right. Sami didn't care at this point. Tonight, he was Kevin's. Tomorrow would come.
