Shane moved through the crowd, a glass of bourbon held in his hand as he nodded at the people he passed. He was looking for one face, one man to help him endure the evening. After he and the boys had left the house, Marissa started with the phone calls and texts. It wasn't until he'd made it out to Sadie's house in the suburbs, did he bother answering her. The ensuing argument had made for a headache, putting Shane in the worst temper possible for tonight. Sighing, he headed towards his father's study. If he remembered correctly, his father and his friends used to take their party favors for the night there.

Passing by the kitchen, Shane paused at the sound of two angry voices. One raised slightly in irritated anger, the other sounded more drunk than anything. Glancing down the hall towards his father's study, Shane sighed. He needed to find out who was in the kitchen. His mom loved the space and he didn't want it destroyed by a fight. Slowly moving towards the door, he listened to the conversation inside, catching a familiar accent.

"Look, I've already told you that we're signing with them so why won't you just..."

"Because you'd go so much further with me gorgeous. Trust me, I have connections that not even they have."

"I can't trust you, I don't even know you and stop fucking touching me! What makes you even think I like you doing that?!"

"Aww, honey come on, you know you want me to. I can see it all over your face."

"What ever the fuck you're seeing, it's wrong. Let go of me asshole, seriously Wellington. Don't make me..."

"Excuse me gentlemen, am I interrupting something?" Shane watched as bight blue eyes turned to him, relief swimming in their depths. "It sounds like Mr. Styles does not appreciate the attention you are showing him." Voice tight, Shane glanced from the hands on A.J.'s biceps up to the face of the man holding him. "If you would remove your hands from him, I'm pretty sure he would appreciate it."

"Just who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can't do? Do you know who I am? I'm personal friends with Mr. McMahon himself."

"That means absolutely nothing to me, considering I am his only son and you're standing in one of my mother's favorite rooms. If you mess it up I will be forced to beat the shit out of you." Lips curling in a malicious grin, Shane glared at the man holding A.J. When he finally released him, Shane nodded before looking at the silent brunette. "Are you alright, Mr. Styles?"

"I, uh, y-yeah I'm fine, thanks." A.J fought back the blush he could feel heating his cheeks. Shane had just stood up for him and he didn't really know who he was. To say that he was turned on would have been an understatement. Clearing his throat, A.J glared over at the other man. "He's my fucking boss. I told you..."

"Doesn't mean you can't change your mind beautiful, nothing's set in stone."

"Leave, I don't care where you go or how but it will be right now. You do not have the right to come in here and try to talk up our employees. If you really were close to my father then you'd know what he'd do to you if he found out what you just said."

"You think you can throw your weight around because you're Vince's son? I don't have to leave if..."

Shane moved before he even realized it, gripping Wellington by the front of his shirt and shoving him against the wall. "If you think that for one second I'm going to allow you to disrespect me in my parents home, you can guess again. I am in a very bad mood and would have no problem throwing your ass out myself." Shane glared at the silent man, daring him to say anything else. "Now, you can either walk out on your own or I'll throw you the fuck out."

A.J stared at Shane, eyes wide in surprise as he stared at Shane's broad back. He tried to fight back the hot surge of arousal that shot through him. He hadn't expected to be turned on by Shane's display of anger, the sudden rush making him shudder. Looking between the two, A.J moved behind Shane, hesitating before placing a hand on his back. "Shane?"

Shane turned to the man behind him, a frown curving his lips down. "Allen?"

A.J grinned up at the confused man, giving him a quick once over. "Your moms favorite room right, wouldn't want to mess it up would you?" Letting his hand slide down Shane's back, A.J gave him a crooked grin, watching as Shane slowly let Wellington go. "Feel like going out to the pool, the food's supposed to be the best around."

Blinking, Shane nodded, stepping back from the silent man in front of him. Glancing at the blond, Shane waited until Wellington turned away from his angry gaze. "Do not let me catch you anywhere in the house or on the grounds." At the brush of A.J.'s fingers against his, Shane turned. "Allen?"

A.J stepped back and around the island, holding Shane's gaze as he slowly backed out of the kitchen. "Are you coming with me?"

Shane nodded as he followed A.J., Wellington forgotten in the face of his desire to keep this man near him. "Lead the way." Shane walked behind A.J., glancing back to make sure that their guest had already left the room. "Is it really the pool you want to see?" Voice soft as he turned back to A.J.

"No, just wanted to get you away from him before you did something stupid." A.J turned to look at Shane over his shoulder. "He can be a real pain in the ass."

Shane nodded, following A.J through the side door and out into the garden in the back. "Why are you here of all places?" At his confused look, Shane sighed. He was drunk, he knew that, just as he knew he should probably leave A.J. Let him walk through the garden and...

"Are you always this quiet? I don't think I've ever seen a McMahon that's not shouting about something."

Shane chuckled as he followed A.J to a near by bench. "I used to be, now it's easier to relate to people if I just be me."

A.J looked back at Shane, a grin curving his lips. "And who is Shane McMahon?"

Shane felt his stomach flutter at the question, he wasn't sure how to answer and it not seem as if he were bragging. "Right now, I'm just a man enjoying a good conversation." Shane felt the blue gaze move over him, the look of interest not going unnoticed. Fighting back a shiver, Shane gave A.J a slow perusal of his own. "Is that enough information or do you want to know something else?"

A.J sat down on the bench and looked up at Shane. "Well do you feel like telling me something else?" A.J could feel his face heating as he watched Shane. He seemed to struggle with his decision before sitting down next to A.J. Going over appropriate conversation topics, A.J paused as he remembered Shane's question. "And I'm here because I was invited. A party usually means everyone is there having a good time."

"Especially for my dad and his friends." Shane said softly. Reaching out, he ran a finger across A.J.'s cheek, watching as the brunette turned a light pink. "A party favor is what they would call you. You're just to gorgeous for my dad and his friends to resist."

A.J blinked in surprise at the soft statement, aware that the man next to him was one of two things. He was drunker than A.J first thought and two, Shane was hitting on him. Giving him a crooked grin, A.J tried not to let his giddiness show. If Shane were flirting with him...

"You won't be one of them if I can help it, not for him and his group of sadistic friends." Shane studied the wide eyed man next to him. "I'll take you myself before I let them have you." Voice soft, Shane didn't think to stop when he slid a hand around the back of A.J.'s neck, slowly pulling him closer. "There is no way in hell I would let them have you."

A.J fought back the shiver that moved down his spine. He didn't stop Shane from pulling him closer, his bright gaze held by the dark one watching him. "Who, uh, w-who are you talk..." He was cut off as Shane kissed him. Not a hurried brush of his lips or a sloppy, half drunk kiss. It was one that made A.J groan as he reached out to pull Shane closer.

Shane held A.J as he pressed up against him. He couldn't deny that he wanted more than just a kiss but wouldn't go any further without permission. Pulling back, Shane looked down at the flushed face, a slow grin curving his lips. "I could get used to seeing that expression everyday."

A.J struggled not to pull Shane back down and kiss him until they were both breathless. Blinking up at Shane, he tried to figure out what he was saying. "My expression?"

"The look on your face, there is no way I could let me dad or his friends see you. If you belonged to me..." Shane broke off with a frown, watching the confused look A.J gave him. "Party favors are what dad and his friends like to call the people they've invited over for more than just a meet and greet. Usually it's the ones who are young, beautiful, and desperate. You, Mr. Styles, do not fit that description." Shane ran a hand through dark strands, aware of how soft A.J.'s hair was sliding over his fingers. "If you belonged to me..."

A.J watched as Shane turned away but not before he saw the possessive look that crossed his face. "You want to...w-why do you keep saying if I belonged to you? And I'm not a goddamn party favor. I don't even know how to be a fucking party favor for a room full of..." Voice trailing off, A.J studied the closed off expression above him. He thought about what Shane said, how the guest list was done and who all he'd seen tonight. "I'm not..." Mouth clamping shut, A.J thought about how many of the guests he knew, realizing that most were from NXT or TNA. "It doesn't pay to give in to your boss so easily."

"And yet, as your boss, I find that you giving in to me completely is what I want most right now." Shane slowly leaned back down, breath leaving him in soft, excited gusts. "You are gorgeous but I must leave you untouched. If I don't, I may never be able to forgive myself nor look you in the eyes again and I find that I'm enjoying that more than anything." Brushing his lips across A.J.'s, Shane sighed. "One night with you is all I would ask of you. No strings or commitment, just...god just one night."

A.J stared up at Shane in wide eyed surprise. "You would...I-I mean one night for what? To talk, to play video games, what? Why do you want one night with me?" A.J knew why he wanted a night with Shane and it wasn't because he was Vince's son. He wanted Shane because of who Shane was, because of how Shane made him feel. "One night with me could get you hooked." He gave Shane a nervous grin, sucking in a quick breath as he was jerked forward.

"I'd gladly get hooked if it meant you only belonged to me." Shane leaned back down and kissed A.J. This time making sure he understood the position he was in. "If I came to you as I am, could you accept what it is I'm offering? God, to have you would be my greatest desire fulfilled." He kissed A.J until he was shaking against Shane. Making his way down, Shane pressed kisses along A.J.'s neck, pausing at the feel of his racing pulse. Pulling back, Shane looked down into wide, dilated, blue eyes. "If you could, the things I'd show you..." Shane broke off as he was pulled back down, the world tilting as A.J laid back on the bench.

Arching up, A.J groaned at the feel of Shane's lips on his neck. He was hard and desperately trying not to give in to Shane's words. After months of watching Shane, knowing he was being watched as well, here they were. It wasn't until Shane bit him did he give in. Body going limp, A.J moaned as Shane bit him harder. "Shane..." A.J gasped as he pulled Shane closer.

Shane moved back, sitting up and pulling A.J over him. He groaned at the feel of them pressed together. Hands going to A.J.'s hips, Shane struggled with the need to press up, to feel the man above him. "Jesus, what the hell are you doing to me." Shane whispered, staring up into dark pools surrounded by blue fire. He's seen the color before, during the tournaments it was the flame color used announcing his arrival. "I could make it so good for us both, I swear, if you would only let me." Shane tightened his hold on A.J., pulling him down, Shane pressed up. He fought back the sound that rose in his throat as A.J shifted against him. He couldn't help the small groan that left him as A.J pressed down against him. Hands tightening on his hips, Shane moved A.J back then forward, hissing as pleasure raced down his spine and along his nerves. "Christ, if you would let me..."

A.J arched forward, hands going to Shane's shoulders as he pressed down. Everything in him was screaming this was a bad idea. Knew that if he didn't put a stop to things now he and Shane were going to end up...he jerked forward as Shane's arm wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. "Shane?" A.J panted in confusion. He was hard, confused, and desperately wanted Shane to finish. "Why..."

"If we don't stop I'll end up taking you out here on this bench." Shane pressed his face against A.J.'s neck, sucking in as deep a breath as he dared. "Jesus, what are you doing to me?" Shane couldn't help tightening his hold on A.J., until he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

"Shane?"

Shane groaned as he struggled to regain his earlier calm. Of all people to come looking for him, he wouldn't have expected it to be his mother. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled back from A.J., looking up at the flushed face and dilated eyes. "You are..."

"Shane honey, are you out here?"

Watching A.J., Shane turned to answer the question. "Yes mom, I'm sitting in the tulip section with..." He stopped, uncertain if A.J wanted her to know who he was or not. "I'm in the middle of something, everything ok?"

"Just wanted to check on you. Didn't see you inside during the presentation."

Shane turned to glance in the direction of his mom's voice. Turning back to A.J., he reluctantly lifted A.J off of his lap and set him back on the bench. "I'll be right back, it seems my mother is worried about me." He reached up and brushed A.J.'s hair back, watching as he struggled to get himself under control. "I swear if you would..."

"Shane?"

Turning, Shane sighed in frustration. "I'll be right back." He turned back to A.J., leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss before standing from the bench. "If you can't wait..."

"I'll be here until the party's over." A.J looked up at Shane, struggling to keep from grabbing him and pulling him back down to the bench. "Your mom's waiting for you." He could see the indecision in Shane's eyes, could tell he didn't want to leave but was torn between checking on his mother and finishing what they started. "Just one night?"

Shane blinked in surprise at the question, stomach fluttering at the look on A.J.'s face. "If it were possible, may not be enough but it's all I can offer right now."

A.J nodded as he stood up, holding the dark gaze above him, he grinned. "If you can find my room then who knows what could happen." He grabbed Shane, pulling him down and kissing him. It wasn't until a strong arm wrapped around his waist did he pull back. "Your mom is waiting." He repeated softly.

As if to prove A.J.'s point, Shane heard Linda behind him, clearing her throat before speaking. "It's ok mom, you're not interrupting." He tightened his hold on A.J, scanning his face before slowly releasing him. "I will find you later tonight." Watching as A.J nodded, Shane released him before turning to his mother. "Are you alright?"

"I am, just wanted to check on my son after our conversation earlier."

Shane saw her look behind him and hoped she hadn't seen A.J. He had slipped into the shadows after Shane'd let go of him. "I'm ok, had to throw someone out for harassing a guest but I'm ok."

"Good, well then, feel like accompanying me to the gallery? I need to check on a few things before I retire for the evening."

Shane nodded, glancing back behind him at the bench, he felt a shudder move across his shoulders. If you can find my room then who knows what could happen. The words echoed through him, making his nerves tingle with anticipation. "Turning back to his mother, he gave her a small grin. "Sure, anything for you mother." Shane knew he was being watched, could feel the blazing blue gaze on him as he and Linda walked back to the house. Giving in to the desire to look back, he saw A.J standing behind the bench. The desire to turn around and finish what they started...

"He will still be here once I retire, I didn't want your dad or sister to find you before me however."

Swallowing, Shane tore his gaze away from A.J.'s. "Mom?" He tried to push back the hot wave of lust that rolled through him. Confused and aroused, Shane shook his head as he realized what his mother just said. "Why are they looking for me now?" He avoided the comment about A.J., knowing that to go there would not be the best thing right then. "Usually someone has done something or they need someone to make a decision about an argument they had."

"I believe it concerns your young man of interest."

Shane's steps faltered as he turned to look down at Linda. "What do you mean? From what I understand the contracts for both groups have already been signed and..."

"There is someone contesting the validity of a few of them."

Frowning, Shane followed her into the house, sighing at the missed opportunity. If you can find my room then who knows what could happen. He would find him, no matter how long it took, he would find which room was A.J.'s then let things go from there.