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).

Chapter Fourteen

Mike looked through the listing of houses in the Dallas and Houston area. He even had listings for the Los Angeles area. He was trying to decide if he and Steve should live in Texas or California. Sure, he loved Texas because his fiance loved Texas, but his heart was in California.

Steve walked into the bedroom. "Whatcha doin', babe?" He laid down on the bed next to Mike.

"Trying to decide where to live after we get married."

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Well, I love California."

"So do I."

"And I love Texas."

"You know me."

Mike nodded. "Do we want to get a house in both states or just settle for one?"

"Well, we do have the cabin in Montana, I have a ranch in Texas..."

"The BSR."

Steve nodded. "I also have a place in L.A."

"So do I." He leaned against his lover and kissed the back of his bald head.

"How about this," Steve began, "we sell both places in L.A. and go buy a home together in whatever place you want?"

"In L.A.?"

"Do you want to live in L.A.?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you sure?"

Mike nodded.

"We can do that. I'll still keep my ranch and the cabin."

"Really?"

"Yup."

Mike kissed the back of his head once more. "Steve?"

"Yes, baby."

"What are your thoughts on children?"

Steve turned onto his side and stared at Mike. "Why?"

"I was just wondering."

"Do you want to have children, Mikey?"

"I was thinking about it."

"Aren't you on birth control?"

Mike nodded. "All the guys are on birth control. Remember? It's mandatory for the business."

Steve nodded. "I remember. Even straight guys had to be placed on birth control just in case of one night of drunken stupidity."

The younger smirked. "Have you ever bottomed?"

"No. To be honest, you're the first guy I've ever slept with."

Mike stared at him. "Really?"

Steve gave a short nod.

The younger man blushed. "You already know that you're my first. Hell, you're my one and only."

Steve laid on his back and crossed his arms under his head. He studied Mike for a bit. "Do you want to get off the birth control?"

"Thinking about it."

The Texas Rattle's thoughts ran rampant in his mind. He had thought about having children, but that was with a woman. He knew that male pregnancy was something new, rearing its head in the early 1900s. No one knew the cause of this step in the human evolutionary process. Women were delighted in the fact that men could now share in the joys of...motherhood.

Steve closed his eyes as he dived into his memory about his research on male pregnancy. It was not much, but he did his research when he got with Mike. He knew that some men got pregnant while others were blessed with infertility. Even though a man is suited to carry a child to term, in some cases the survival rate for the child while in the womb was 20%. Because of the low survival rate, most gay men opt to adopt children or have a female surrogate carry the baby to term.

Steve did not want his husband-to-be to go through that kind of heartache, but he also knew that Mike would do anything and everything to make sure the baby is well cared for while he was pregnant. He exhaled.

"Steve?" Mike said.

The older man opened his eyes. "Wait until a month of our wedding so the chemicals can get out of your system, okay?"

"We're going to try on our wedding night?"

The Texas Rattlesnake stared into the twinkling eyes of his fiance. He smiled and nodded.

Mike hugged his fiance and peppered his face with kisses. "I love you, Papa Bear."

"I love you too, sunshine."

Mike stared into the blues of the older man and kissed him fully on the lips. Steve's hands moved up and down Mike's back, caressing and massaging. He tugged on the younger's man shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He ran his hands over his back, causing the younger to moan into his mouth.

The young blond sat up and took off his shirt. He tossed the soft material to the side. Mike watched as Steve sat up to dispose of his own shirt. Both men stared into each other's eyes. They leaned in close and tenderly kissed each other. Steve kissed along Mike's jawline and down his throat. He sucked, nipped, and licked the younger man's pulse point.

Mike hissed and licked his lips. He arched his back to get more of a feel of the older man. He let Steve push him down onto his back. He shuddered when Steve pressed against him. Steve ground his groin against Mike's causing both men to groan at the contact.

"Take my pants off," Mike pleaded.

Steve smiled at his fiance and did as he was told. He too took of his pants and got back between Mike's legs. He rubbed their cocks together. Mike stared up at him as he bit his bottom lip, fighting back the moans. Steve leaned down, placing both hands on either side of Mike's head. He rutted his cock against Mike's faster. Mike could not hold the moans in any longer.

"I love it when you moan," Steve husked out.

Mike met Steve's thrusts with those of his own. Soon, both men's fluids covered Mike's stomach. With their breathing back to normal and Mike all cleaned up, Steve held his young fiance while he slept. His mind was still on the fact that Mike wanted to have children.

…

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when Randy and Glenn got to the Orton residence.

"You think your mom's going to be mad at us for letting the whole world know about you and me?" Glenn questioned.

"If she was, she would have called me," Randy answered as he rang the bell.

"Okay."

The door opened and Randy smiled at his mother.

"Randall Keith Orton, why would you do such a thing?" Elaine asked. "I wanted the family to know first before the whole world."

"I know, M-," Randy began.

"Oh no, you just had to say something," she continued. "You nearly gave your father a heart attack."

"Dad! Is he all right?"

"You don't think, you never think. You're just like your father. Do, do, do. Never once stopping to think about it."

Randy stared at her. "What about Dad?"

She looked to him. "Oh, he's fine. Come in."

Both men entered.

"Go ahead and take your things to the guest room," Elaine replied.

Both men nodded and did so.

"I thought you said your mother wouldn't be mad?" Glenn asked.

"I said if she was she would have called me," Randy replied.

"Clearly, she's mad at you."

"Hush you." Randy sat on the bed. "At least everyone knows now."

"But your mom wanted us to tell the family first."

"I know, I know. Don't you be getting on my case either."

"I'm not. Just stating the facts." Glenn leaned down and kissed him.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish," Randy replied.

"Oh, I'll finish it. Probably later tonight."

Randy chuckled and pulled his fiance down on top of him.

A knock came to the door. "Dinner will be in two hours," Elaine said. "No hanky-panky."

"Thank you, Mother," Randy grumbled.

Glenn chuckled. He rolled off and took off his shoes. He watched as Randy sat up with a pout on his face.

"What's wrong, baby?" Glenn asked.

"I want hanky-panky," the younger man stated.

Glenn chuckled and shook his head. He cupped his fiance's crotch and rubbed.

"Baby..."

The large man undid his pants and slipped his hand in.

"Glenny..."

"Hush, baby."

"You know what my mom said: 'No hanky-panky.'"

"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her."

Randy stared at Glenn as his fiance took his cock into his mouth.

…

Alex watched as John wrestled during their house show. He was really proud of his lover. He covered his eyes when Cena got hit and cheered when he got the upper hand.

"Well, well, well," Drew began.

"What do you want, Drew?" Alex asked.

"Just watching like you."

Alex stared at him and nodded. He turned his attention back to John.

"He looks so handsome, doesn't he?" the Scotsman asked. "Look at those muscles. Look how the sweat glistens off his body. See how he eyes his prey. He does look good with CM Punk, doesn't he?"

"Stuff it, Drew. I know what you're trying to do."

"What? I'm just talking to myself."

Alex clucked his tongue. Cena made his way back and smiled at Alex. His eyes flickered toward Drew, but his smile never faltered.

"You looked good out there," Alex complimented.

"Thank you," Cena said. "Drew."

"Johnny."

John and Alex tensed up at the use of John's nickname of endearment.

"You want to get something to eat, baby?" Alex asked.

Cena nodded and led him back to the locker room. Drew smirked after them.

"Let me take a quick shower," John said as he quickly undressed.

Alex nodded.

John walked to the showers and turned his on. He let the water run down his body, enjoying the feel of the heat. He felt hands caressing his back.

"Alex," John groaned.

The hands continued to massage his back.

"You have great hands, Alex."

"I'm not Alex."

John quickly turned around and flattened himself against the wall. "Morrison! What the hell?"

The brunette smiled. "Oh, Johnny. Why are you so frightened?" He took a step closer.

"Morrison, get out of here!"

"Remember how much you loved my massages?"

John inched his way along the wall.

"Don't be this way."

"Morrison, why are you doing this?"

"You know why, Johnny. You know you could never love him. You'll just break his heart like you broke mine, but I still love you. I still want to be with you."

Morrison pressed his body against John's.

"Morrison, get off of me," Cena said.

The brunette groped his groin and tugged on his cock.

"Morrison, back off! " Alex said.

Both men stared at him. Alex stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. The brunette chuckled and let John go. He walked toward Alex.

"We'll finish this later, Johnny," Morrison replied as he passed Alex.

Alex glared at him and turned to John. "You okay, baby?"

John nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem."

…

Maryse sat in a club, eyes taking in the dancing bodies. None of the men suited her. She only wanted one person and that person was Michael Gregory Mizanin. She always wanted the man since the day she laid her eyes on him. It was his eyes that drew her in. The French-Canadian did not understand why he would give his affection toward the Texas Rattlesnake. Steve was bald, old, crude, rude...just plain trash. She could not understand it.

Maryse had everything. She was young, elegant, refined, and beautiful. Mike deserved someone like her. Not 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin. He was just a blight on the earth in her opinion. She pursed her lips together as her mind reeled in thoughts of destruction for the older man.

"What can I do to get that unflattering look off your face?" a man asked.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Jericho, how are you?"

He hugged the young woman. "I'm doing fine. What's wrong?"

"Mike," she huffed.

Chris quirked an eyebrow. "What about him?"

"I can't believe that he's with Steve. I mean, why him?"

"He...loves Steve...?"

"How? What does he have that I don't have?"

"A penis...?"

"And? Once he has a taste of me, he wouldn't want a penis."

Chris nodded. "So...why did you call?"

"I want your help."

"With?"

"I want to break them apart. I want Mikey for myself."

Jericho stared at her. "What's in it for me?"

"Money."

"I have money, sweetheart. Thanks for thinking of me though." With that he stood up and walked away. He pulled out his cellphone. "Hey...we need to talk."

…

Sammie, the cowboy, walked through Steve's cabin. He frowned at all the pictures of Mike. He shook his head, trying to understand what a man like Steve saw in a twink like Mike. He made his way to the master bedroom and smiled. He went through the closet and got out an old shirt of Steve's. He held it to his nose and smiled. He quickly undressed and slipped the shirt on. He wandered over to the bed and crawled into the covers. The cowboy inhaled deeply and settled down to sleep.