I met Roman about 2 years ago down in FCW (now called NXT). We weren't all that close, but we weren't bitter enemies. Then, we got the call up to the main roster along with our other good friend, Seth, and we became what is slowly becoming the greatest faction of Pro wrestling/Sports Entertainment ever. We've been riding the high of success for about a year now. And in celebration of that year? Well, we're at some local hole in the wall pub drinking with a couple of the other guys from the roster.
As the alcohol I've consumed starts to get to me, I find myself lost in thought. For the last couple of months, I've found myself mesmerized by Ro. Tonight is one of those occurrences. The way he laughs from deep in his belly at something ridiculous Seth has just said. Or the way his big strong hand grips the neck of his beer bottle. That tribal tattoo down the length of his right arm and over his broad pec. The way he can pack on the muscle and look so threatening, but be such a caring, gentle person if he loves you. His passion for what we do. Oh, and let's not forget that mammoth cock I know he's packing!
Surprise. Everyone had it all wrong. Well not totally wrong. I'm not fully gay. I identify as bi. Nobody knows that though. It's not that I'm scared of it, or ashamed. Nobody's ever asked. They all assume that I'm straight. I've just never bothered to shout it from the rooftops, ya know? Not really my style.
Anyway, I'm brought back to the present as I feel the warmth of my hand being enveloped by one much bigger and as I look across the table, Ro's got a worried expression on his face.
"Uce, you good?" I shake off the 'daydreaming' feeling and nod.
"Yeah man, I'm good."
I clear my throat as I pull my hand out from under his and place it in my lap; squeezing my dick through my jeans, trying to will my starting erection down. Doesn't work much.
"If you say so. I'm going to order another beer. You want one?" He stands from his chair and I have to literally lean my head all the way back to look at him from my still seated position.
"Nah, I'm okay. Probably gonna just head to the hotel here soon. Don't wanna be too drunk to walk."
Then, I feel a sharp slap to the back of my head. "You idiot. I'm not gonna let you walk back. I'm taking you back in my car. Now, do you want another drink or a beer or anything?"
For a split second, my mouth forgets how to work, so I shrug and nod. "You know what I like." I'm pretty sure it was slurred and pretty mumbled but he smiles and walks off anyway. Oh man it's gonna be a long night. /span/p