So… once again a story finds its end. It has taken me a while, I know *apologetic smile*

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With a low growl he pushes Phil back, pins him against the tiled wall and seals his lips over his lover's in a rough kiss, using the surprised little gasp Phil gives to slip his tongue into the hot cavern, deepening the kiss and it doesn't take long until he feels the other man respond with a fierceness equally to his own.

Soon hands move over heated and slick skin, roaming, feeling, caressing and into the constant, hypnotizing sound of the falling water lace gasps and moans as bodies slide against each other. Eager hands roam Stephen's back, dropping to his ass then to squeeze the firm flesh and pull him even closer if possible and they moan in unison as their hard cocks touch and rub against each other.

For a brief moment their kiss breaks as they stand pressed up against each other, blue and green getting lost in one another, before Stephen brings a hand up to the back of Phil's neck to hold him in place as he claims his lips again and Phil meets him, tongues dueling for dominance, pushing, sucking, teeth grazing over lips. Trailing his other hand along Phil's side, he feels muscles jump under his touch, feels Phil shiver as his nails scratch gently over the soft skin and Phil's quiet moan gets lost between their sealed lips.

The kiss continues for a moment or two before Phil leaves Stephen's mouth, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw, stopping a moment to nibble at the sensitive spot right under Stephen's ear. A small whimper escapes Stephen's throat. And then his name is breathed against his skin... a plea…

Only a blink later he feels a leg hook behind his own and with a hiss Phil bucks his hips, sending a jolt of sweet pleasure through him.

"I want you," he hears him moan and it makes him aware that he never really has lost a thought about how it would be to let a man have him. But before he can think any further, Phil seeks his eyes again, slides his leg up, wraps it around Stephen's waist while guiding his hand to his ass, whispering: "I need to feel you inside of me…"

For a moment Stephen's breath catches in his throat, escaping then as a low groan. There is a breathless chuckle coming from his lover as his cock throbs, trapped between their bodies, at the mere idea of being buried in that tight heat.

"Tell me if something makes yer feel uncomfortable," Stephen breathes, leaning in to suck at a patch of soft skin on Phil's neck.

He is rewarded with a shuddering moan as he rocks his hips, setting for a slow but steady rhythm that creates delicious waves of pleasure as their dicks rub against each other, while he gently pushes a finger past Phil's entrance, moving it in and out slowly and because there is no resistance from his lover's body, he soon adds a second finger… searching for that spot with every time he pushes back in. He knows he has found it when Phil tenses up against him for a brief moment and moans loudly, the sound causing a need for more to curl up in Stephen's belly. Encouraged by his lover's reaction, he adds a third finger, gently scissoring them, making sure he brushes over Phil's sweet spot every time, while his own need for more flares, heated by the moans the other man graces him with. And the already overwhelming desire for him builds even stronger.

He needs him…

"You ready?" he asks eventually and receives a breathed yeah.

Hooking his hands behind Phil's thighs, he lifts him up. Arms wrap around his neck and legs circle his waist to hold on to him tightly. His cock slides in easily, the tight heat clutching it in a way that makes him groan deep in his throat and he freezes for a moment, buries his face against Phil's neck while he tries hard not to cum from this feeling alone. The water cascades evenly over both of them, carrying the breathy little sounds away which pass both their lips.

Phil softly scrapes his nails over the back of his neck, sends sweet little shock waves across his skin, before fingers lace into his hair to gently pull his head back and Stephen obeys, meets eyes which are so deep, so very deep and the current of emotions in them pulls him down into those depths.

"Move."

The single word is spoken lowly and he can hear Phil's voice quiver under the strain of holding back, too, feels him tremble in the need for more. Stephen knows they both won't last long but it doesn't dim the burning in him.

Again he obeys, tightens his hold on Phil as he lifts him up a little, pulls him back down then as he rolls his hips to bury his aching flesh as deep as possible in the tight heat. Again. And again. Not for a second their gazes break and he is caught in those mesmerizing gems, helplessly lost. Phil claims his mouth in a kiss then that as rough yet not, demanding, as if he wants to take possession of him and maybe it is just this. Marking what is his now and Stephen willingly gives in to him.

He thrusts slowly but with strength because he wants to savor the feeling of the silken walls engulfing his length, wants his lover to feel every inch of him and he loves the taste of every little sound Phil gasps into his mouth, loves the feeling of that body moving with him. Heat grows in his belly, surges throughout his body and soon it flares to a fire that pools between his legs. With every time the other man arches against him he can feel his lovers cock throb as it gets trapped between them. He shifts his hold on Phil, braces a hand against the tiled wall to steady himself as his pace quickens, feels the velvet grip of the body he keeps thrusting into, harder now, faster… drawing moans and groans of pleasure from both of them like a soundtrack to their mating.

He doesn't think anymore, only feels…the fire, the electricity, blazing bright now. His whole being narrows on Phil. On his taste, his scent, his voice… Phil… who gives his mouth free, only to latch on his neck, sucking, nipping, leaving a sharp but sweet-hot pain behind with every rough and too damn sexy caress of his mouth. Nails… scraping over his shoulders, his back, leaving an equal sweet-hot burning in their wake. It fuels the fire in Stephen until everything inside him is on the edge and the assault on his senses reaches a part of him that has never been touched before.

Too soon Phil's movements become erratic but Stephen is right there with him, pulling his lover down as he pounds into him, burying himself deep into Phil's core. It's his name as nothing more than a begging, breathless little moan on Phil's lips and the tight walls, clenching around him hard that pushes him over the edge and sends him into his own orgasm, the waves of it rolling through him, sending electricity pulsating through his veins.

The echoes of his own, guttural groan wash away with the still falling water and all there is for a long moment is them, being one. In the world they drift in for this moment it is Phil's hot breath against his neck, his body being pressed tightly against him, the feeling of his lovers fingers, travelling in a lazy, loving caress over his skin that writes itself into Stephen's mind to be a memory that will last forever.

Eventually the legs around him unwrap as the other man lowers himself back to his feet, coming to stand on unsteady legs but Stephen's arm stays around the leaner frame to hold him close as he leans down to deliver a tiny and sweet kiss to Phil's lips. A kiss that is so very innocent after those past minutes.

Phil's eyes meet his and the expression of undisguised affection and something heavier he finds there fills Stephen, reaches deep into his heart and mind.

His free hand reaches out to turn off the water, before he brings it up to lovingly run his fingertips down a still wet cheek, over his lover's bottom lip. Another sweet little kiss. Phil's arms circle Stephen's waist loosely, nestling his face against a broad shoulder and Stephen is rewarded with a contented and happy sigh as he brings his other arm around his lover, too. The quiet and high-pitched sound of small of falling waterdrops, mingling into their calming breathing accompanies them while they stay wrapped up in each other, while the steam around them slowly fades.

"When I woke up, I…" Stephen finally begins hesitantly, not sure if he should really say it. But it was still lying on his heart. "Yer know, for a moment I was scared tha yer have left."

"Left?" Phil murmurs, angling his head a little to breathe a kiss to Stephen's neck right afterwards.

"Yeah, left. Thought yer might regret yer decision to come here and… uhm… yer know what I mean. Took me a moment to find yer note."

Stephen closes his eyes against how silly and pathethic he sounds. A few seconds of silence follow but this short moment feels like an eternity and he wishes he would never have said it.

But then Phil speaks again and his voice is quiet, soft: "You know… I have been scared about the whole thing and I admit I still am, but I don't regret anything. Not letting you stay at my place, not coming here… or us."

And although Phil is here now, even after what just has happened, it calms Stephen to hear this and maybe it is a good moment to say it, tell Phil what he really feels for him, although he probably already knows it.

Smoothing a hand over the raven hair he says quietly: "Phil?" A tiny sound of acknowlegment. "I love yer," he adds softly, willing all he feels into those three innocent words.

Phil draws back then, looking up and what Stephen finds at his lover's face is undisguised affection, happiness, but there is a bit of sadness, too.

"I… I want this. I want you, Stephen, just… just give me some time," Phil says just above a whisper, uncertain and apologizing, and Stephen has known that the other man couldn't say those three words now.

Not yet.

"It's okay," he replies, placing a loving kiss to Phil's forehead. "Yer have as much time as yer need."

Gratefulness and relief washes over Phil's features as the green orbs wander Stephen's face.

"I can't tell you how glad I am that I went to your locker room, Stephen," he says with a sincerity that takes Stephen's breath away for a second.

He leans in then and kisses the smile that grows on Stephen's lips, brightens it with this new yet already wonderful familiar kind of touch.

The getting dried up after they get out of the shower takes its time with them ending up getting lost in kisses and soft touches, caresses and it's an addicting mixture of an aftermath and a foreplay with a comfortable desire humming between them all along…

It stays during their late breakfast that is filled with cute, almost shy gazes from Phil and undisguised loving ones from Stephen, with stealing touches and kisses. And it grows, this comfortable desire, until it fills their own little bubble of happiness completely.

As new as all this feels, it does not at the same time. It just feels… right. It feels like this, they are supposed to be… have always been…

This thought is what Stephen's mind clings to and it turns it in every possible direction to take in every little details about it while they walk through a gorcery store three hours later. It's Phil's hand, waving in front of his face that eventually shakes him out of his musing.

"You didn't hear me, did you?" Phil asks, quirking an eyebrow while shooting him a crooked smile.

"I… no, sorry. I was, yer know, thinking," Stephen says apologetic as he scratches the back of his head. "What did yer say?"

"Careful, you could hurt yourself with it, Farrelly," Phil snorts softly, shakes his head a bit. "I asked you when you will leave tonight."

Stephen blinks slowly at him.

"The show?" Phil adds helpfully and pats the broad chest friendly before turning away to let his eyes wander over the vegetables.

"Oh, uhm… around five I think," Stephen replies as his mind catches up with the here and now finally. He watches Phil pick a few sweet peppers and some more colorful edible things and while he does, a question comes to his mind. One he asks although he already knows the answer. "Yer coming with me?"

The other man freezes briefly, his fingers closed around a cucumber and Stephen can't help but notice how those fingers tighten around it a bit more. And he also can't help but catch the bitter expression which flashes over the handsome face.

"Don't think it would be a good idea," Phil states quickly.

With that he turns away and begins to walk further down the aisle, picking a pack of cereals from a shelf. Stephen knows Phil is right, that he isn't on the hit list of the authority anymore. And maybe he has never really been there anyway. There is a small voice in the back of his mind that tells him that he maybe should keep his mouth shut as the next question makes itself known, but his mouth is quicker than his brain.

"Why did yer quit?"

And Phil stops, dips his head forward and maybe he has only waited for Stephen to ask this, because there is some kind of a knowing surrender written in his features as he faces him and Stephen feels the urge to tell him that he really doesn't need to explain it if he does not want to… but Phil only shakes his head softly no, as if he can read what is on his mind.

"I think it has never been a secret that the executive suite and I had our differences," Phil sighs, letting the pack of cereals drop into the shopping cart. "Let's say those differences have been a little too big in the end and…" He falls silent, sighs again and Stephen can see a shadow casting over the green orbs. "I don't feel the passion anymore, Stephen. I still love those people out there but… I just don't feel it anymore. Too much shit has happened. But hey, I've closed this chapter a while ago. It's okay. Life goes on."

How can someone as talented in the ring and on the micro, as passionate as Phil always has been lose his passion… just like that…? And how bitter must the emptiness this loss leaves behind be? Stephen can't really imagine it although there is a strange and bad feeling tugging at his insides, because he loves his job, loves to go out there for a good fight and the mere thought of losing all this…

"I'm sorry…" Stephen whispers and lifts a hand to his lover's face to give comfort, but before his fingertips can touch him, Phil draws back a bit. His hand drops back to his side. "Sorry," he repeats, this time because of the thoughtless almost touching the other man's face in the public.

"I just don't want to get you into trouble…" Phil mutters and takes a hesitant step closer. "Your bosses will be pissed enough about the fact that we're friends. If they find out about us they…"

This time it's Stephen who shakes his softly no, hushes the other man with it. He does not lift his hand again to touch the beloved face, but he lifts it just enough to say without words what it means as he turns it palm up. He knows that Phil is really worried that it might affect his job if the public and the authority finds out about them, but he can also see that regardless the job issues it could cause, that although Phil doesn't seem uncomfortable with being touched in the open, he also doesn't feel easy about it.

"I don't fucking care about tha," he says just above a whisper. "I would kiss yer in the middle of the ring in front of millions to show the world tha I lover yer. I want to be with yer without hiding. But I meant it when I said tha yer have as much time as yer need."

A soft touch on his palm. Fingers closing around each other. A gentle squeeze. And then the touch is gone but the smile Phil graces him with makes up for the loss.

"Come on, we've still got some stuff on the list," Phil says as he turns to continue his way down the aisle and Stephen follows, a smile on his own ghosting on his lips because this… it is only day one of their way together…

Epilogue

The cheers and the boos of the audience washes over him and Ziggler as they do their dance in the ring. He's on autopilot tonight because his mind is somewhere else. At home. With Phil.

As fast as the few hours have passed until he had to go to the company, the time now refuses to pass at all. He wants to go back home, wants to spend his time lying on the couch with Phil, cuddling, kissing. Making out a bit. He wishes Phil could have come here with him but he knows it would only have ended in trouble.

It doesn't help that he keeps telling himself that this is still day one and that they have a lifetime to spend together.

A kick to his belly and he bends double. An arm around his neck, aiming for a DDT. His own hands come up to Ziggler's waist in a tight hold to lift him up and over his head for a Back Body Drop. They dance. And dance. Again he sends Ziggler to the canvas. Move away, spread you arms. Roar FELLA! All of it… autopilot. He is functioning but he is not here. His heart waits for him in his locker room with an already packed duffel bag, ready to head home.

Brogue Kick. His foot connects neatly with Ziggler's chin, wiping him off his feet. Pin. One. Two. Three. He wins, just as it is scripted and if someone would ask him now what has happened in the past minutes, he could only say that he's had a match with Ziggler. A match that is nothing but a blur.

The crowd cheers for him as he walks around in the ring, celebrating, and while he does, he already counts the seconds down until he can leave the arena for the quickest shower in history ever and…

The crowd, the noise… fade out. His whole world narrows on that one single person in the first row as his eyes lock with a pair of familiar green gems, watching him out from under the hood of a sweater. Breathless he steps closer to the ropes. A smile, so very soft on lips which he knows taste so sweet.

Phil… his heart whispers.

He climbs through the ropes, hops down the apron and takes two quick strides over to the barricade to Phil who stands up and he wraps his arms around the man who owns his heart, feels him answer his embrace and for a few seconds of pure joy it's only them in this universe. But too soon he has to let go of Phil and as he pulls back a bit, he finds his heart running happily, knows that there is a silly grin on his face.

The soft smile is still there on Phil's lips, but there is also a determination lying in his eyes that causes Stephen's breath to hitch. He doesn't move as Phil brings a hand up to his neck and curls his fingers around its back to pull him back in. His breath gets stuck in his throat… and then Phil takes that breath right out of him.

Lips seal over his in a shy kiss. Bliss…

His mind faintly registers the sounds of the surprised audience but it is the last fucking thing he cares about. This is Phil, his Phil, kissing him in front of millions, showing the world that they are an item. His heart jumps, sings, cries in happiness and he brings his own hands up and slips them under the hood, pushing it out of the way to bury his fingers in the raven locks.

Phil breaks the kiss then, rests their foreheads together while the fingers on the back of Stephen's neck brush back and forth in a gentle caress.

He has no idea what will happen when he passes to gorilla position in a minute. But does what will wait there for him matter? No.

All that matters, the only thing that is important is Phil… and those innocent little words he feels being whispered against his lips.

I love you, too…

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