Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M). There might be some male pregnancy.

Carriage Ride

The snow slowly drifted down covering everything in its path. Steve held Mike's hand as they walked through the streets of Paris. They looked in windows and shopped around for things that caught their interest...mostly, Mike shopped. Steve watched, critiqued, and paid for the items.

"I love this," Mike whispered.

"I love you," Steve replied.

Mike smiled at him. "So, what are we going to do for Christmas?"

"I want to stay here...with you."

The younger man bumped his shoulder. "I would love that...but you know Jeff."

Steve nodded. "That rainbowed twink loves this time of year."

"As well as Halloween."

"And Valentine's Day."

Mike thought a moment. "And St. Patrick's day."

The older man chuckled.

"Baby, look." Mike pointed to a horse drawn closed carriage.

Steve stopped and looked to Mike. "Do you want to ride around the city?" the older man asked.

"I would love that."

They walked over.

"Bonjour," Steve greeted.

"Bonjour," the driver said. "Would you like a ride?"

"Yes, sir, we would."

"I charge by the hour."

"That's fine." Steve helped Mike into the carriage. "We would like to ride around the city for two hours. Could you drop us off at Jay's Paris?"

The driver nodded.

Mike stared out the window at the city. "Paris looks lovely at night."

"Not as lovely as you," Steve replied before kissing the back of Mike's hand.

The younger man blushed. He snuggled closer to his boyfriend. They watched the city and people as they rode by. After thirty minutes, Steve closed the shades.

"Why'd you do that?" Mike asked.

Steve stared into his blue eyes. He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend. Mike moaned into the kiss. The older man moved his hand to Mike's crotch.

"Steve!" Mike gasped, pulling away.

"What?"

"We can't...not here."

"Yes, here."

The younger man stared at his boyfriend. He watched as Steve undid his pants and take his semi-hard cock out. Steve stroked him to fullness before taking Mike into his mouth. The younger rubbed Steve's head, enjoying the feel of the wet warm mouth. He slowly bucked his hips, trying to get more of Steve's mouth, the mouth he'd come to love and crave.

"Shit!" Mike breathed as he tensed up, cock squirting into Steve's mouth.

The older man came back up and smiled at Mike. He jerked his head toward the opposite seat. Mike smiled and nodded. He pulled his pants down, got on his knees, and bent over as he placed his forearms on the seat for support. Steve went down and tongued the young man's pucker. Mike groaned and bit into his finger to keep from screaming out in pleasure. He pushed back, wanting more of Steve's tongue.

When he was wet enough, Steve stopped and took out his hard penis. He gave himself a few tugs before positioning himself at Mike's entrance. He slowly pushed in; both men moaning. He went about pleasuring his young boyfriend throughout the carriage ride. He won't let Mike cum, knowing that the poor driver would have to clean up after them. He didn't want to leave too much of a mess. Mike begged and pleaded for his release. Steve promised that he would have his at their hotel and it would be many.

Before their ride came to an end, Steve and Mike righted themselves. The older man looked over the carriage floor and nodded. There was no evidence of their love-making. When their ride came to a stop, they stepped out of carriage. Mike looked up at their hotel, bouncing on his toes as he held his bags. He couldn't wait to get back to their room to continue their love-making.

Steve paid the man and gave him a large tip. "Thank you."

"No problem, monsiuer." The driver placed the money in his pouch.

Mike came up to Steve's side and placed his head on the older man's shoulder.

"Oh, on your next visit, I hope you get to really see the city," the driver said. He winked and rode off.

Mike turned beet red and hid his face in the crook of Steve's neck. The older man chuckled and led his boyfriend into the hotel.