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Torture Day

"So what's with the pink kneepads Kendrick? Kinda gay looking don't you think?"

"This from a man who wrestles in a dress."

"May wrestle in a dress but looks a hell of a lot more masculine than a fairy in pink kneepads."

"Mmm, those sound like fightin' words if you ask me."

"Yeah, well bring it on...after Spanky tells us why he wears pink kneepads."

Did it really matter who said what? After the lights went out and the boys gathered for drinks no one kept score anymore. Brian just laughed and signaled for another round, and the conversation mutated as they forgot what they were talking about.

There were ten of them all told, staked out in the corner of the lobby bar. They drank to stave off the insomnia that was inherent with travel, the aches and pains that came with the territory. One by one they would all drift off.

"Think I'll call it an early night."

"Since when have you been such a lightweight Batista?"

Muscles flexed, the evil eye usually silenced them. There was no need to explain what was already known. As he walked away a drunken voice started up on Brian again about the kneepads. Somehow he knew it would degenerate into something that would be too hard to ignore.

I celebrate your skin
I celebrate you're in
I celebrate one day
Call it torture day
Cause I'm living here...

It was the last room at the end of the hallway, and a furtive glance over his shoulder confirmed that he was alone. The light flashed from red to green, do not disturb sign on the door, security bolt folded over. The sight waiting for him past the closet never failed to take his breath away.

David, large and tanned, sprawled across the too small queen bed. Every pillow from both beds piled behind his massive shoulders, the sheet riding low on his hips, bathed only in the glow of the television. He turned sleepy eyes toward Brian, watched as he stripped out of his jacket and tossed it toward the chair.

"I need a shower," Brian said, his voice muffled in his sweater as he pulled it up over his head.

"I'm not going anywhere," David murmured as he turned his attention back to the television.

"I know," Brian said. He unhooked his jeans and tugged them down, stepped out of them and turned back toward the bathroom.

Good hot shower, no soap in his eyes this time.

You celebrate with grace
You celebrate your face
You celebrate one day
I won't be tortured away
Cause I'm living here
Living here, with you...

David appeared to be asleep, face turned into the pillow. Carefully Brian turned on the light, pleased to discover it was on a dimmer. Creases and valleys perfectly highlighted, the steady even rise and fall of his chest. He just stared for a while, glad to be given the opportunity. It was hard to stare when David was watching him.

The towel looped around his waist dropped away and he reached out to take the sheet, ease it down to reveal what he most wanted to stare at. Lips parted, he panted softly, lifted the sheet up and dropped it over the foot of the bed. Shaved skin just accentuated the size.

Fingers still warm from the shower he trailed them over David's calf, then his kneecap, then over his thigh fuzzy and warm. It was a heady feeling, being in control. He clambered up, settled on his knees, the view from here was even better.

Both hands trailed up now and the massive cock began to stir. Brian bent forward to breathe in the scent of David's arousal, touch his tongue to the tip. Below him David shifted his legs wider, pulled one knee up, and moaned as he turned his head on the pillow. Brian suspected he was being watched.

"David," he whispered, his lips still feathering over the wide head of his cock.

"Mmm?"

"Pretend you're still asleep." The please was added silently.

"But you know I'm not," his voice was gravelly rough.

Brian pursed his lips into a soft kiss and David moaned again, "It's easier for me if you pretend."

David let out his breath in a moaning sigh, his cock strained up to bounce against Brian's lips, "Then I'm asleep until you wake the monster."

Monster. Just the word made Brian shiver. He knew the monster was always there, and he knew he tamed it little by little. He settled down on his belly, his own erection pressed against the rough sheets. It would never do to tame it completely, with complacency came boredom, and with boredom people tended to move on. Warm rich taste of David's precum as he opened his mouth to take him in. These moments of control meant both were far from complacent.

Brian shifted up, and didn't bother to contain the moan as his cock dragged along the sheets. The answering moan from David as he swallowed him down excited him further. He stroked up the underside of David's powerful thighs, his curly hair pressed against his belly. Brian kept his teeth sheathed for the time being, knowing that was the surest way to wake the monster. For now, the intimacy was too intoxicating.

Cheeks hollowed on the upstroke, fingers pressed against hips, tongue circling on the downstroke. The slick sound of mouth on flesh. Brian didn't lack in bravery, and with any other he would take the initiative and give himself what he really wanted, but there was something about these encounters with David that held him back. One small graze with his teeth, and he found himself on his back.

David wasn't pretending to sleep anymore. He was insistent, yet gentle as he ran fingertips over Brian's cheek. Through the dim glow of light his gaze was ardent, his lips were soft when he bent to kiss. This time there was lube, and still the same gentle fingers probing and stretching.

Goosebumps covered Brian's torso, his mouth open again. He curled up off the bed to grip David's shoulders tightly, press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone, nip with his teeth yet again to further incite the monster.

A roar stifled against Brian's hair, and David's fingers pressed in further. Brian bucked against him, near to releasing at the sweet pressure against his spot. He was trapped beneath, stretched to the very brink, and he finally gave voice to the please.

"Please David."

And then there was a louder roar, David kept his fingers buried inside as he dipped down, closed a mouth over Brian's chest. Releasing his arms, Brian fell back on the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he felt David's teeth cutting in to his nipple. He wormed his hand between their bodies and gripped the base of his cock, holding back the explosion he knew was imminent.

Liquid movements, there wasn't a stop to one thing and a start to the next. Fingers slid free as teeth released. David lined up and sunk in with one long thrust. Brian arched up, lips drawn back in a snarl. He dragged his hand up, shuddering hard with the dual sensation, and then he let go and let David take over.

The buildup was always agonizingly sweet, and the release came lightning quick. The last conscious thought was that one day the two would match. One day off the road, when the next level was reached. Today slick cum glued them together, throbbing they both felt. David's chest heaved against Brian's when he finally slowed and let his weight pin Brian to the bed beneath him.

The tender kiss signaled the recession of the monster. Now it was only David and Brian tangled together beneath the sheet, striving for space on the small bed. One day the secret would be out, and the front of two beds that weren't both used would be meaningless. Not now though, and Brian dragged David's arm over him, settled back against him, drifted into sated sleep.

I won't be tortured away
Cause I'm living here
With you...

In the morning they rose, showered again, sharing the soap and the washcloth.

"I know why you wear them," David said as he flipped the faucets and dragged the shower curtain open. He stepped from the tub and handed a towel back to Brian.

"Wear what?" Brian said as he rubbed the towel over his hair.

"Pink knee pads." David dragged the towel over his back and watched Brian step from the tub.

Brian wadded the towel, looked over his shoulder with an impish smile.

"Of course you do," he winked and headed from the steamy bathroom.

Lyrics by the Notwist used w/o permission.