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Story set on the Tuesday of the raw Kane won the tag title.
Blistering cold winds bashed against the windows, desperate to get inside the warm plane as the crew waited on the few wrestling superstars still awake. The plane's two seat row aisles were spacious enough for Rob Van Dam to kick back, and relax. His feet were crossed on the head rest on the chair in front of him and his arms were nested nicely against the back of his head. He silently wondered who'd be facing himself and Kane now they were the new wwe tag team champions, different teams raced through his head but as he had begun to notice lately he couldn't keep train of his thoughts. His concentration would last to the time limit of a goldfish before he'd start to think about Kane. Kane, his tag team partner, the one person he can relay on, and the only person he could call a friend. He saw something special and unique in Kane. Nothing someone could say they had done, and that was overcome some unbearable obstacles in his life that some people would of just given up hope. Kane never, and that's what first attracted Rob to Kane; the fact that he was still here after everything he had been through. Smiling at his feelings he looked to his left, fast asleep. Kane was excruciatingly tired before and it was no surprise to Rob that he was out like a light. He was curled up as much as a seven-foot man on an aeroplane seat could be with his head leaning slightly inward.
Eagerness and longing tingled in Rob's fingertips. Not knowing if it were to touch Kane's pouted lips or to take off his mask as he watched him in soundless sleep. Sitting himself upright with his feet now firmly on the floor, he watched fervently at the rise and fall of Kane's chest through his black Slipknot t-shirt. The necklace chains draped seductively around his neck. As Rob observed, his brown coloured orbs widened as he imagined himself placing passionate kisses along Kane's neckline, his tempted hands crawling on Kane anywhere they could. Then both their hungry mouths greedily pressed their lips together hard, their tongues exploring every inch of each other they could. Rob could feel the sweet and intoxicating taste he thought Kane might be like. Rob couldn't help but feel a tight pull inside his trousers. Drawing apart, Rob went back to Kane' neck. "Hey Rob" Kane said through smiles. "Hey Rob" "HEY ROB!" Rob's opened his eyes and realised he had fallen asleep. (What a weird dream. I mean I don't even look at Kane that way let alone think of him like that) He looked up as he realised someone wanted him His sight met with the amused face of the wwe raw heavyweight champion Triple H. He was grinning while leaning on Kane's chair. He chewed his chewing gum through his grin for a moment longer then decided to comment.
"Hey Rob. Nice Kane dream, I mean dream? Or should I say Kane-tasy, opps I meant fantasy?"
"I wasn't fantasying about anyone"
"Oh yeah? Well a friend that belongs to you doesn't seem to think so. Haha" As he walked off laughing Rob, to his embarrassment he looked down at a really big erection. Redness scrawled all over his face, looking around every other superstar was asleep apart from Triple H who was now seated comfortably back next to Ric Flair. Standing quickly he was desperate to get to the toilet, thank god there was one just opposite their seats. Carefully trying not to wake Kane he frowned and grunted as Triple H called out "Watch it you might poke Kane's eye out with that thing! Haha!"
An hour full of relieving himself of sexual frustration, cursing himself because of the sexual frustration and straining himself not to get sexual frustrated again past. The superstars were all now fully active but weary as they reached the waiting terminal where they'd have to wait for another plane to take them to where Raw and Smackdown where to be held. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we regret to inform you that flight number 205, the wwe plane is delayed, this delay should be at least half an hour. Thank you for you patience"
"Just our luck" Kane mumbled
"Yeah I know" Rob replied shaking his head as they both sat down.
"They better have at least one decent magazine." Kane said with hardly any emotion. Scanning through the piles of magazines on the table in front of them.
"I don't think they supply Kerrang! You'll have to go to a shop and buy it"
"Bollocks. That means moving" Kane shut his eyes, still tired and filled to the brim with jet lag. Rob laughed and suddenly felt a call from Mother Nature.
"I'm just off to use the wazz man, a need a real long piss"
"Too much detail" Kane frowned waving him off, his eyes still firmly shut. Rob chuckled; flicking threw his pockets he noticed he had a few dollars on him, passing a shop he smiled. (I'll buy kerrang for him and I might just treat myself to a mars bar) Feeling content he headed to the public toilets near the shopping area of the airport. Not knowing he was being followed.
Gently, he checked his bruised elbow in the mirror as he dried his hands. A frown creased across his face when he saw a swollen mass of blue and red. He'd taken the fall right after he had got to the back just after his match were he won the tag titles with Kane. Remembering how stupid he was not to see the giant sign saying 'wet floor' he turned to leave as someone walked in. Rob had nothing against him, so he smiled and reached out for the handle of the door. "Rob." Rob turned around to look at the veteran. "If I were you. I wouldn't play to hard for emotions. He isn't good at handling them, you know, doesn't like being told he's loved. It frightens him off, so unless you're willing to lose the only friend you have then I'd keep your feelings to yourself."
"Dude. What did you just say?"
"You heard. And you understood too. I'm just thinking for ya' kid don't commit to him too much, with feelings is what I'm saying. I've warned ya" Ric Flair left leaving behind a bemused Rob. "What the hell just happened?" He questioned to himself. "He must have been talking about Kane. I think" His normally lay back, un-confused features where now very confused.
Blistering cold winds bashed against the windows, desperate to get inside the warm plane as the crew waited on the few wrestling superstars still awake. The plane's two seat row aisles were spacious enough for Rob Van Dam to kick back, and relax. His feet were crossed on the head rest on the chair in front of him and his arms were nested nicely against the back of his head. He silently wondered who'd be facing himself and Kane now they were the new wwe tag team champions, different teams raced through his head but as he had begun to notice lately he couldn't keep train of his thoughts. His concentration would last to the time limit of a goldfish before he'd start to think about Kane. Kane, his tag team partner, the one person he can relay on, and the only person he could call a friend. He saw something special and unique in Kane. Nothing someone could say they had done, and that was overcome some unbearable obstacles in his life that some people would of just given up hope. Kane never, and that's what first attracted Rob to Kane; the fact that he was still here after everything he had been through. Smiling at his feelings he looked to his left, fast asleep. Kane was excruciatingly tired before and it was no surprise to Rob that he was out like a light. He was curled up as much as a seven-foot man on an aeroplane seat could be with his head leaning slightly inward.
Eagerness and longing tingled in Rob's fingertips. Not knowing if it were to touch Kane's pouted lips or to take off his mask as he watched him in soundless sleep. Sitting himself upright with his feet now firmly on the floor, he watched fervently at the rise and fall of Kane's chest through his black Slipknot t-shirt. The necklace chains draped seductively around his neck. As Rob observed, his brown coloured orbs widened as he imagined himself placing passionate kisses along Kane's neckline, his tempted hands crawling on Kane anywhere they could. Then both their hungry mouths greedily pressed their lips together hard, their tongues exploring every inch of each other they could. Rob could feel the sweet and intoxicating taste he thought Kane might be like. Rob couldn't help but feel a tight pull inside his trousers. Drawing apart, Rob went back to Kane' neck. "Hey Rob" Kane said through smiles. "Hey Rob" "HEY ROB!" Rob's opened his eyes and realised he had fallen asleep. (What a weird dream. I mean I don't even look at Kane that way let alone think of him like that) He looked up as he realised someone wanted him His sight met with the amused face of the wwe raw heavyweight champion Triple H. He was grinning while leaning on Kane's chair. He chewed his chewing gum through his grin for a moment longer then decided to comment.
"Hey Rob. Nice Kane dream, I mean dream? Or should I say Kane-tasy, opps I meant fantasy?"
"I wasn't fantasying about anyone"
"Oh yeah? Well a friend that belongs to you doesn't seem to think so. Haha" As he walked off laughing Rob, to his embarrassment he looked down at a really big erection. Redness scrawled all over his face, looking around every other superstar was asleep apart from Triple H who was now seated comfortably back next to Ric Flair. Standing quickly he was desperate to get to the toilet, thank god there was one just opposite their seats. Carefully trying not to wake Kane he frowned and grunted as Triple H called out "Watch it you might poke Kane's eye out with that thing! Haha!"
An hour full of relieving himself of sexual frustration, cursing himself because of the sexual frustration and straining himself not to get sexual frustrated again past. The superstars were all now fully active but weary as they reached the waiting terminal where they'd have to wait for another plane to take them to where Raw and Smackdown where to be held. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we regret to inform you that flight number 205, the wwe plane is delayed, this delay should be at least half an hour. Thank you for you patience"
"Just our luck" Kane mumbled
"Yeah I know" Rob replied shaking his head as they both sat down.
"They better have at least one decent magazine." Kane said with hardly any emotion. Scanning through the piles of magazines on the table in front of them.
"I don't think they supply Kerrang! You'll have to go to a shop and buy it"
"Bollocks. That means moving" Kane shut his eyes, still tired and filled to the brim with jet lag. Rob laughed and suddenly felt a call from Mother Nature.
"I'm just off to use the wazz man, a need a real long piss"
"Too much detail" Kane frowned waving him off, his eyes still firmly shut. Rob chuckled; flicking threw his pockets he noticed he had a few dollars on him, passing a shop he smiled. (I'll buy kerrang for him and I might just treat myself to a mars bar) Feeling content he headed to the public toilets near the shopping area of the airport. Not knowing he was being followed.
Gently, he checked his bruised elbow in the mirror as he dried his hands. A frown creased across his face when he saw a swollen mass of blue and red. He'd taken the fall right after he had got to the back just after his match were he won the tag titles with Kane. Remembering how stupid he was not to see the giant sign saying 'wet floor' he turned to leave as someone walked in. Rob had nothing against him, so he smiled and reached out for the handle of the door. "Rob." Rob turned around to look at the veteran. "If I were you. I wouldn't play to hard for emotions. He isn't good at handling them, you know, doesn't like being told he's loved. It frightens him off, so unless you're willing to lose the only friend you have then I'd keep your feelings to yourself."
"Dude. What did you just say?"
"You heard. And you understood too. I'm just thinking for ya' kid don't commit to him too much, with feelings is what I'm saying. I've warned ya" Ric Flair left leaving behind a bemused Rob. "What the hell just happened?" He questioned to himself. "He must have been talking about Kane. I think" His normally lay back, un-confused features where now very confused.