Warning for homophobic slurs

As soon as the door clicked closed, Tommy pushed Bobby against it and kissed him, one hand sliding down his side and under his shirt. Bobby cupped Tommy's head with his hands and kept him close while his tongue explored Tommy's mouth. The tips of Tommy's fingers traced lines up Bobby's skin, skating over each muscle, making their way languidly up his body, treasuring every inch conquered. After a few, Tommy pulled Bobby off the door and towards the bed. A thought made its way through Bobby's haze: Damn, he's clutching me kind of tight. The angel on his shoulder edged in a reply: It'll only get worse from here. Watch. The thoughts made Bobby falter a bit as they went to the bed. They landed on the bed on their sides, but Tommy moved to be on top, and Bobby's irritation rose another notch as Tommy kissed him again, greedily. He reached around and pulled Bobby's hair; Bobby yanked his hand away and broke the kiss. His horniness was running away in huge gallops as his rational thoughts returned.

The angel snickered. Keep kissing him, it said, and watch him follow you around like a puppy. Tommy went for another kiss and his lips smashed against Bobby's, who kept it going for a short while and then broke this one too.

"Hold on," he said, putting his hands on Tommy's shoulders, "maybe we should hold up for a second."

"No," Tommy whispered, and he began to kiss Bobby's ear. Bobby pushed harder on Tommy's shoulders and Tommy grunted. His tongue darted into the folds of Bobby's ear, and Bobby allowed himself a second to enjoy it before pushing him away again.

"Seriously, we need to stop."

"Why?" breathed Tommy directly into Bobby's ear.

"I need to stop. This is a bad idea."

"Fuck that. You were all up my ass earlier tonight. I'm down to fuck now."

"I'm not. Get off." Bobby pushed again, harder still. Tommy didn't move. He kept breathing into Bobby's ear and angering him more with each exhalation. Bobby shifted his legs and kneed Tommy in the thigh - not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to let him know there was more coming if he persisted. Tommy grumbled again and rose a couple of inches to stare directly into Bobby's eyes.

"Is this some kind of joke? You couldn't wait to get me in here and get my pants off, and now that I'm here you don't want to fuck? What's the problem?"

"There's no problem. I'm having second thoughts. Get off."

"If you let me," Tommy said, his tongue sliding out between his lips, "we could both get off. Come on. It'll be good."

Clingy alert, the angel whispered.

"Maybe another time," Bobby said. Tommy pushed himself up and rolled over on his side. He put his hand on Bobby's stomach and ran a finger around Bobby's navel. Bobby pushed Tommy's hand away and sat up to massage his head with his hands, and he felt Tommy's fingers lightly caressing his spine. He turned his head and said, "Come on, stop it."

Tommy's face darkened. "Why are you being such a bitch?"

"Fuck you."

"I'm trying to get you to."

"No wonder you're single. You don't listen for shit. I'm not fucking you tonight, so get over it." Bobby turned back around and started massaging his head again. He needed to drink some water soon or he was going to have one shitty hangover in the morning.

Tommy angrily scooted down the bed to sit next to him, his face taut. "Oh, that's great. You talk all this shit about how good you are in bed, but when it's time to put up or shut up, you get all pussified. You're nothing but a fucking shit talker, you know that? I shouldn't have even listened to you in the first place."

"Yeah, I guess you shouldn't," said Bobby.

"Fucking scumbag. I should have known. That's how you fags operate. Always trying to get real men to give in by giving them attention and then turning into pussies when it counts."

Bobby rolled his eyes and lay back on the bed. "Leave it to you to get all shitty about it. Shut the hell up, asshole."

"Oh, you're calling me an asshole now? Fuck you, you dirty fag bastard."

"So mad."

"Damn right I'm mad! You fucking seduced me tonight, you piece of shit! And I was going to give in! I was going to be part of this...this bullshit!"

"Well, you didn't give in, so your soul is still free and clear," Bobby said dryly. "You could go into church with a clear conscience. Oh wait, I forgot, you still jerk off and think about me. Oh well."

Tommy's face was completely brick red by now. He stood up and angrily straightened his clothes. "You've got the wrong one, Bobby. The wrong FUCKING one."

"Got that right."

"Oh, I bet all that shit I just said made you think of AJ, right?"

"The rule."

"Fuck the rule and fuck you."

Bobby rubbed his temples again and said nothing. Tommy kept pushing, knowing he could hit a sore spot and register a couple of hits. "Yeah, Bobby, you can lie to me all you want, but I know you have pulled AJ down into your world of shit. I bet it's because of you that he only does half the appearances these days. Hey, how do you sleep at night knowing you're the reason his paycheck is shrinking?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bobby said, but a muscle was twitching in his face.

"Don't lie. You know. I bet you begged Bischoff to have him as your first feud so that he could main event for a while before they dropped him back off the radar again. A little favor for your butt buddy before he goes back to the midcard."

"Shut up."

"I bet you begged Bischoff on your knees. That's what you're good at."

Bobby's temper was rising steadily, and at this last jab he had to hold on to his anger with both hands. He knew Tommy was trying to bait him and if he gave in and punched him in the mouth, he'd win. He called up AJ's face in his mind and concentrated on it to try and keep himself calm. He turned his face up to Tommy's and smirked. "You are so transparent. Stop telling me your fantasies and get out."

"Fuck you. I do what I want. I don't have to listen to you, especially since you're nothing but poison."

"Tried to tell you. Never trust a big butt and a smile," Bobby said, and Tommy's face twisted as he tried to hide a grin.

"Stop trying to joke your way out of this, shit bag."

"Still can't take a joke, huh? I told you, you can't hang with me if you can't stand the heat."

"It's just like you to try to worm your way out of something instead of coming straight at it like a man does."

"Yeah, yeah. Look, I'm tired. I don't have the energy to fight. You can keep going if you want to, but I'm going to bed." Bobby stood up and slowly pulled his shirt off, keeping his eyes on Tommy the whole time. Tommy silently watched. As the shirt went over Bobby's head, he smirked to himself, knowing he had the upper hand on Tommy no matter what he tried to throw at him. He tossed the shirt on the room's other bed. "You're not invited tonight, since you pitched such a fit."

"I don't want to be in your bed, asshole."

"No?" Bobby's hand moved to his belt buckle. His eyes didn't drop from Tommy's face. Tommy's eyes crawled avidly over Bobby's stomach as Bobby unbuckled his belt and pulled it out slowly, then unfastened the button on his jeans. "Too bad for you, then."

Tommy's eyes moved back up to Bobby's. He took a tentative step forward and Bobby laughed, a cold, cruel bark. "You think I'd really touch you after everything you just said? You must be out of your tiny little mind. Get gone, loser, and don't forget to roll up your tongue on the way out."

"Fine. I don't want you near me anyway. I like being able to pay my bills." Tommy turned and stomped to the door. Bobby turned his back to him and pushed his jeans off his hips. As he stepped out of them, he flashed Tommy the finger, and Tommy jerked the door open and stalked into the hallway.

Bobby sat on the bed and stared down at his jeans. Some of what Tommy said had hit home very hard, and he couldn't help thinking about it. Here he was, the company's champion, and there his lover was, suffering because of him. Despite the hour, he leaned over and picked his phone out of his jeans and composed a quick text to AJ. "call me in the morning I've got a question". To his surprise, his phone buzzed back almost right away with an answering text.

"the fuck you doing"

"wtf I just had a question"

"who you with"

"nobody I'm in the room by myself what's going on?"

"got a text from tommy said no wonder I fuck you when you have such a nice dick tell me what the hell is going on"

"tommy is mad is all he said a bunch of shit to me tonight about you losing money because of me he's mad I won't fuck him"

"was he with you tonight"

Bobby hesitated, but decided to be honest. "yeah we did a beer run"

"what happened to get him so mad"

"flirted with him a little"

"james told you not to do that bobby you should listen to him"

"I know. kissed him too"

"what why would you do that"

"idk I was pretty drunk"

"going outside YOU BETTER ANSWER YOUR PHONE"

Bobby's heart froze over. He waited, on pins and needles, for five of the longest minutes of his life. The phone rang and he answered it immediately. AJ sounded furious.

"What in the world were you thinking, Bobby? Of all the people to cheat with, you had to pick him?"

"I wasn't thinking. That was the problem. We got to talking about things and I wasn't thinking at all. I just...I just got caught up in the moment and I did something stupid. We didn't make out long, if it makes you feel better."

"It doesn't. Tell me exactly what happened and don't leave anything out."

Bobby told him. AJ stayed quiet for a long time after he finished. "I can't believe you," he finally said. "I can't believe you at all."

"I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. That's why it didn't go any farther, you know. I started thinking about you and I knew I couldn't go through with it."

"Still, it gives me something else to think about."

"I-I...I'm sorry. Please. I am so sorry."

"Sorry doesn't make it better," AJ snarled.

"You're right. And I'm sorry if...if you're having problems because of me-"

"Money wise, I'm fine. He doesn't know anything about my pockets. They are just as good as they ever were."

"Oh, good," said Bobby, clearly relieved. "That actually got to me. I feel so guilty about you being depushed and all that shit, you know, I just don't know."

"So guilty you're going to cheat on me so I can break up with you? Is this what that's about?"

"No. I was stupid. That's all. Just stupid."

"Got that right. I ain't gonna stay on the phone long. I'm so mad at you right now if you were here I would punch you right upside your head. Can't believe you. Can't believe you at all. Coming out of your mouth saying you love me but as soon as I turn my back you're coming on to your next victim."

Bobby's temper rose again but he fought it off. "I'm not trying to replace you. I slipped, that's all. You're still the one I want, AJ. You're always the one I want."

"I have a hard time believing that right now. How long ago did he leave?"

"He left right before I texted you."

"Still got his sweat on your body, then. Hmph."

"I don't have anything of him on me. We never took our clothes off. It didn't get that far. Five minutes of kissing, if that. He touched my stomach under my shirt. That was as far as it went, I swear."

"Whatever. Like I said, it gives me something else to think about." The stark coldness in AJ's voice made Bobby's skin crawl and itch all over and his stomach fold into itself. He felt like hitting himself with the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'll say it a thousand times because it's true. I'm sorry. I fucked up."

"Mmhmm. I'm going back to bed."

"I love you, AJ."

"Mmhmm." AJ hung up.

Bobby hung his head. He finished undressing and crawled into bed, and lay there, his hands behind his head, thinking. His phone buzzed. His hopes rose, but it was from James.

"bet you feel good and stupid now dickhead"

Figures Tommy would run back and spill his guts right away. Bobby texted back a simple "yeah let's talk about it tomorrow"

"ok call me"

He turned out the light, but sleep was a long time coming.