So, let's face it. I'm good with the slash and this
"Are you sure? I'd like to be there for the first session… Just to be sure and we have to get Shawn after work… The bar can survive without me a few more days, you know!" Jay half pleaded. Yet the man in the bed looked at him and firmly pointed at the door.
"I'm gonna eat and sleep and read all day, very uninteresting activities baby. That's why you get across the street and talk to other people; restock all your liquors and beer… And all those sexy barmen stuffs that you do! Go! NOW!" Adam smiled as he saw Jay about to whimper and get on his knees to plead his cause.
"But I like watching you sleep, shower with you… Can't I stay? It's my place after all, you know… I could ask AJ and Mickie to replace me or make fun of Punk by asking him!" Jason pouted, sitting back on the bed. He crawled on the sheets and kissed his boyfriend to try and convince him.
"Can I borrow you phone, please?" The long haired Canadian asked waiting patiently for a confused Jason to hand his phone over. He searched in the phone book for a special number.
"I'm gonna ask Nash what he thinks about it, alright?" He laughed as Jay dove in bed and threw the device in a corner of the now cleaned room.
"I'll go, I'll go! Fine, tyrant! Be happy, I love you!" the short haired sighed rolling on his back before he was pulled into a deep kiss. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of his lover, his tongue tasting the sleep on his lips. Adam opened his pants and slid a hand in his underwear searching for the semi hard cock and stroking it slowly as it turned harder and harder in his fist.
"You d-don't have t-to… Aaaaaaah…" He moaned against his lover's neck, fisting his hair to keep his balance.
"I know, but I want to see you come for me… You look so handsome like that." Adam whispered in a hoarse voice, licking the shell of his ear. Jay smiled and tucked his lover's pants to reveal his own length hard on his tummy, waiting for him.
"And you didn't say anything…" Jason said, kissing his shoulder and chest, feeling the man under him shiver in anticipation.
"I don't think that's the right thing to do, I don't want you to catch anything." Adam whispered, turning his head away. He felt a hand forcing him to look at Jay, directly in those grayish blue eyes he loved so much; this nose slightly bumped since childhood and those thin lips surrounded by that blonde stubble he refused to shave. Adam couldn't blame him, he looked way sexier that way, a bit threatening even.
"I won't because there is nothing to catch, I'm sure… And this is nothing, compared to what we'll do when we get the thumbs up from Shawn later." The shorter blonde purred, making Adam smile a little against his lips before a strangled cry escaped his throat. He couldn't help but feel pleasure running through him, while Jay kissed and bit his neck slightly, careful not to hurt and rubbed their cocks together.
"This is sooo… Aaah. Good, it feels so good. I don't… Unngh don't stop, please!" The long haired blonde cried, writhing on the bed with his eyes half closed. His blurry vision did allow him to see something he wasn't used to. The man on top of him was smiling, a genuine smile devoid of any evil intentions. Someone who'd never take advantage of him, unlike all those people who paid Dave for his services. It was no creepy sex in dirty bathrooms with his veins filled with shit and a stranger's dick burning his insides for the seventh time in a row.
It was a firm but gentle touch, eyes carefully analyzing each twitch of his lips or contraction in his body to give him as much pleasure as he could. Something Jay thought Adam deserved and something Adam thought he'd never get. He felt his climax approaching and cried his lover's name as they both shot their loads on Jason's hand. Both men lost themselves in a kiss, forgetting the world around him until the forgotten phone rang in the corner where it laid. Jay tripped and almost fell trying to get it in his dirty hands.
"Where the fuck are you, Jay? This bar belongs to you, boss, get your ass out here!" Orton's deep voice sounded like thunder in the small device. The older Canadian gulped and just hung up before watching his spent and laughing boyfriend trying to gather his pants like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"I'd clean a bit before I go if I were you, baby. You, huh, can't shake anyone's hand right now." Adam pointed his digits, still coated in transparent goo. Jay made a face, ran to the bathroom with his jeans caught between his hips and knees to get rid of it, fixed his clothes and kissed his lover before he went to work.
In the meantime, in a warehouse on the docks a group of thugs and mafia members were looking at pictures. You would think watching photos looks pretty much inoffensive but in this case, Ted Dibiase sr. had plans for the men in the captures.
"This is the guy who whacked Dave? Are you serious? "Steve laughed throwing the image on the large table. You could see small, short haired blonde holding hands with the former prostitute who worked for his friend. The man didn't look like a threat but from what Kane had said in front of Evan, his favorite twig; the blonde was capable of extraordinary things when it came to fighting bigger people.
"Well, we need to send a message to this little bastard and his posse. Now don't we, Teddy?"
The young man aprroached his father with a sinister smile.
"Don't worry father, Cody and I will take care of it!"