"Are you sure you want to re-sign with me? Don't take this the wrong way, but things have changed quite a bit since you walked out." Erik addressed the large figure in his office.
"I've been watching the show with the wife. Neither of us have a problem with it. I will not bottom on-camera, though."
"I'll have legal type up a contract." Erik smiled "Welcome back, Dave."
Batista extended his hand and Erik shook it. "Thanks. Do you mind if I stick around and watch tonight's show?"
"No skin off my ass." Erik finished scribbling his reminder to talk to legal. "I think there are a couple guys who'll be happy to see you."
"Is Rey on RAW?" Dave asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Unfortunately, no, but he's here tonight doing some promo work. Maybe you can talk to him, if you get my meaning. RAW could use another high-flier."
Dave nodded.
"Production meeting is tomorrow at two. We'll have something for you by then."
Dave nodded a second time and left the GM's office.
...
"...as for the stuff happening on RAW, the WWE has always boasted that they've had something for everyone. I don't have a problem with it, although I don't see myself going over there any time soon." Rey stated, then repeated it in Spanish.
Dave stopped when he heard the voice. It brought back so many memories, most of them of the good variety. The sultry tones, especially when he reverted to the Spanish tongue, send a jolt through his system.
Dave waited for Rey to finish his interviews, then crept up behind him, and picked him up under the arms.
"How's my favorite Luchador?" Dave whispered
"Dave?" Rey wriggled around. "What are you doing here?"
"I just signed with Erik on RAW." Dave answered
"RAW? But why? You said if you ever came back, it'd be wherever I was." Rey pouted
"I wanted a change." Dave set him back on his feet. Rey immediately embraced the older man. "How about you?"
"I could never do that sorta stuff." Rey shrugged
"You mean you could never do that in public." Dave replied
Under his mask, Rey blushed and immediately looked around to see if anyone had heard. The only other person around was the janitor, and he had earplugs in while he was waxing the floor. "Dave, you promised you'd never tell..."
Dave shrugged. "I haven't. Not even my wife knows about us. Speaking of which, how's the family?"
"Fine." Rey replied
"I hear you're expecting a new addition." Dave continued with the small talk.
"Yeah." Rey bobbed his head "But you know what that means..."
"Uh huh." Dave agreed. He'd heard Rey complain about the lack of loving during his wife's two previous pregnancies. "Well, I gotta split. Maybe I'll see you later?"
"I'm heading out tomorrow afternoon." Rey answered
"Oh." Dave looked at the floor. "Well, if you're not doing anything tonight, I'll staying at the Four Seasons, room 369." The implication was obvious.
...
At nine o'clock that night, Rey was waiting outside room 369, trying to fight back the nervousness inside. It had been a long time since one of these clandestine meetings that he thought was only a part of his reckless past. He smoothed his fitted shirt over his chest and swallowed loudly, desperately trying to rid his mind of the images that had been flooding it since Dave first made his intentions known. Even pulling behind a strip mall for some frantic self-pleasuring hadn't been enough. When Dave had left, Rey promised that would be the end of any dalliances. He'd be the devoted father, husband, and family man that he was supposed to. But now that Batista was back, Rey craved the intimate contact once more.
The door swung open and Dave stood there, watching Rey. "Are you gonna come in or stand out there panting for the rest of the night?"
Rey took a look at Batista, running his tongue over his dry lips. Gone was the crisp tailored suit, replaced with a simple robe, tied loosely enough to expose the waistband of a pair of white boxer-briefs.
So much for the devoted part. Rey stepped inside. Dave closed the door with a loud 'click' and turned to stare at Rey.
"I'm glad you accepted my offer." Dave said
Rey was reading Batista's body language and it appeared that, underneath everything, he was as nervous as Rey was.
"Same as we used to?" Rey asked
"What do you mean?" Dave was confused. For this being their first time in months, Rey seemed a little... uninterested? Could he be regretting this?
"I strip, and you fuck me senseless." Rey automatically reached for his leather belt. He stopped, the belt half-open, when Dave shook his head.
"Not this time." Dave drew his robe open. "Tonight, I'm yours."
"What?" Rey asked. This was not what he'd expected.
"I've missed you for so long, I want this to be special. So tonight, whatever you want to do is fine. If you just want me to wrap my lips around you until you pump your salsa down my throat, that's okay. Or, if you want me to bend over the couch and you fill my ass, that's fine too. It's your call." Dave sighed, running his hand down his well-muscled chest until his fingers teased inside the waistband of his shorts. "Please Rey, I need this as much as you do."
"You're sayin' you'll be my bitch, bra?" Rey clarified "If I want you to give it up to me, you will?"
Dave nodded. Rey could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Then the first thing you need to do is get me outta these clothes. If you're gonna do what I want, then we better get started." Rey stated
Dave pulled Rey's shirt over his head and ran his fingers across the many tattoos before finishing what Rey had wanted to start with his belt. With a tenderness that few would ever expect from a guy known as the WWE's 'animal', he worked the faded denim down over Rey's toned legs. Lifting first one, then the other, he worked the garment off and threw it aside; it landing in the corner with a muffled metallic jingle.
"You gonna just stare at me?" Rey asked after several minutes of nothing happening.
"No, sir!" Dave worked the briefs down over Rey's considerable erection and gasped softly before it joined the jeans somewhere in the corner.
"Better." Rey sucked in a deep breath when the cooler room air first contacted his heated flesh. "You like, amigo?"
"Damn!" Dave whistled, "I'd forgotten how hot you look naked."
"I've told you before that good things come in small packages." Rey replied "Although my package isn't so small."
Dave just stared at Rey. He was so beautiful, that even he managed to break through the Animal's tough exterior and warm his heart.
"Do you want me to suck it?" Dave's eyes were drawn to that wonderful muscle that stood proudly between the young Hispanic's legs.
"For a little bit, but I don't want you to finish me. I'm saving that for somewhere else." Rey replied
Dave nodded, carrying Rey over to the bed and laying him in the perfect position for what was to come. He kneaded his muscular legs, then skimmed his fingers up to his stomach, missing his sex for the moment, but only to get position.
Holding his hips down with his hands, Dave drew Rey's still hardening cock into his mouth and slurped noisily on it. The taste was as familiar as if it was only yesterday they'd hooked up, instead of four months ago.
Rey arched his back, driving deeper into Dave's open mouth. The animal gagged at the first unexpected thrust, but soon adjusted his position so that he could take every inch with ease. It was one of the softest blowjobs Rey had ever received, especially from Dave who usually liked it rough and hard, regardless of whether he was giving or on the receiving end of it.
"Slow down, hombre." Rey panted "I said I don't want you to finish me quite yet."
Dave looked into Rey's lust filled eyes and realized what the young man had planned for him. He slowed his mouth action to where he almost wasn't moving at all, driving Rey crazy.
"How's that?" he hummed
Rey panted wordlessly, several times involuntarily thrusting for faster stimulation.
"I thought you..." Dave asked, temporarily pulling away.
"Shut up and suck. I'll tell you when."
Dave nodded and like a good servant, returned to pleasuring Rey. Less than a minute later, Rey pulled out for good. "On your back," He gasped, his cock twitching. "Now!"
Dave obeyed. Rey spread his legs and roughly shoved two fingers inside his hole, stretching him.
"Ahhh..." Dave was a little surprised by the roughness.
"Relax, baby." Despite the physicality of the act, Rey's voice was downright tender. "I know it's been a while..."
"Yeah." Dave moaned "The wife isn't into backdoor sports at all."
"I know. Neither is mine." Rey whispered, continuing to prepare Dave. "Ready, Big Boy?"
Dave nodded, anxiously awaiting what he knew was coming. He felt Rey press against his backside, then with one smooth thrust, was inside.
"You gonna do something with that?" Dave gasped, when Rey didn't start moving right away.
"Just letting you get used to it." Rey whispered, nipping at Dave's earlobe. "Then I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name."
"Just do it." Dave whined "Please Rey, you don't know how badly I want this."
"I think I do." Rey reached between Dave's body and the mattress and caressed the hard flesh he found, teasing his fingers around the head, smearing the fluid that was already flowing freely across the sensitive tip, making Dave whine like a spoiled brat.
Rey continued to work the sticky fluid across and around the head of Dave's penis, bringing more whimpers, and gasps out of him, until Dave couldn't take it any more. He reared up, coming all over Rey's hand and almost bucking the Luchador to the floor. The only thing that kept him from going over was his dick being trapped in the vice grip of Dave's clenching cheeks.
"Now fuck me." Dave half-growled, half begged. "Hard." To make his point, he clenched again, almost suffocating Rey's cock in the process.
"If it's hard you want... " Rey pounded into Dave as far and as hard as he could, driving his face back into the pillows. He pulled back, almost coming out, then slammed again, once more pushing Dave forward. He kept this up until Dave was pressed so tightly into the mattress he could barely breathe.
"That's it, baby... almost there." Rey groaned "That tight ass... choking my dick... I'm gonna fill that hole of yours very soon. You want that, dontcha?"
"Oh please... " His voice was a little muffled, but the meaning was clear.
"Please what?" Rey taunted "Go on, say it..."
"Fill my hole... make me forget my name... anything!" Dave let out an ear-splitting yell when Rey hit the right spot.
"Okay baby... here we go." Rey sped up his thrusting and with either a curse in Spanish, or just gibberish, filled Dave's hole with his semen.
"Fuck..." Rey collapsed on Top of Dave, who fell onto the sticky bedsheets.
Dave dared not move, less the last hour prove to be only a dream. It was only when Rey got off and started moving around the room to gather his clothes that he rolled over. He looked in Rey's eyes. Rey returned the look, both men knowing the question on the other's lips.
"Rey, I..."
"Dave, don't." Rey tucked his shirt in and reached for his duffel bag. "Don't ruin it by asking a question you already know the answer to. I'll see you around."
"But Rey... "
The door closed before Dave could say the three words he'd always wanted to. He leaned back on the bed and covered his face with the pillow.
"I love you."
Up Next, the GM goes apeshit! Who'll survive the carnage?
