Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no disrespect is intended. Lyrics by the Notwist used without permission.

Puzzle

one piece missing makes you feel small
within a second you're alone
you want things that tell you
exactly what you really are
to make you feel complete

"Yeah, I know. It sucks. It's like there's some weight hanging over me, everything I touch turns to shit. Just when things looked like they might be turning around, and I was in line for the best summer of my career, this happens."

Dave fell silent, listening to the speaker on the other end of the line. He sprawled across the king-sized hotel bed, the covers rumpled around his feet, naked after his shower. The room looked the same as any other hotel room he'd ever been in, the sheets felt the same, and even the feel of the phone pressed to his ear with the block of solid disappointment in his belly felt the same.

There was only one thing that felt different, and that was Brian, across the room, watching him and fiddling with his camera. Brian was also naked after his shower, his curly blonde hair hung in his eyes. He sat in one of the chairs, and had the other one pulled up in front of him with his feet resting on it. He appeared to be giving Dave his space to complete the phone call, but the room was small enough that he really wasn't. He was a distraction, and right now Dave welcomed the distraction.

"Andrews said it tore right off the bone. The sheets are putting it out that it happened in the match at Backlash, but Mark said that it happened before. When he was practicing. God knows, they'll probably have me injure him on Tuesday in the cage. I'm starting to ... lose ..." his voice trailed off, and he cast his eyes on Brian again.

Done fiddling with the camera, Brian now pointed it at Dave, held at an angle he snapped several shots, the manufactured sound of the shutter loud in the small room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dave mouthed across the room.

Brian grinned cheekily and pointed to the camera. He turned it to show Dave that he'd zoomed in on his penis, and was happily shooting pictures of it.

Dave reached up to cover the mouthpiece of the phone and growled menacingly at Brian, "Watch out I don't tan your hide boy."

Quick as a wink Brian turned in his seat and waggled his ass toward Dave, then slid from the chair and began to crawl across the room, bringing the camera with him.

"Ok, I hear you. Yes damnit I'm listening to you not just hearing you." Dave spread his legs wider, his cock sprang to life as Brian pulled up on the edge of the bed and began to snap pictures again. He reached down and cupped his sack, hooked his thumb around the base of his cock and angled it down so that the eye winked at Brian. "Listen, I have to go, but we'll talk more when I get home. I love you too, give my girl a kiss for me." He snapped the phone shut and tossed it to the other side of the bed. He tipped his head down and watched Brian.

"Is your aim to distract me or was it to get me off the phone?" he growled softly. He dragged his fingers up from his sack, curled his fist around the base of his cock and pulled up, squeezed the head so a fat drop of cum pearled on the tip.

"Bingo on both counts," Brian said, both elbows up on the edge of the bed, he licked his lips and adjusted the camera again before taking another shot. "Plus, there was something else I kinda wanted."

"Yeah?" Dave said. He slid his foot down the bed so that both legs were flat against the rough sheets. He twisted his fist as he pulled up, and bucked up against his hand. "You ain't gettin' what you want though."

Lips pursed into a pout Brian held the camera aside and said, "That's what you think."

"No, it's what I know," Dave said. His eyes were half closed, and he watched as Brian stretched over to lay the camera on the nightstand. When he rose up to get on the bed Dave raised his arm and blocked his way. "Stay there," he said, his voice harsh as his release neared, "Or you'll get covered with my spunk."

"Maybe that is what I want," Brian said, but he sank back down to the floor, his eyes glued to Dave's working hand.

"No, it isn't," Dave said, he lowered his arm to the bed but left it stretched toward Brian, his fingers gripped the edge of the mattress.

Dave gave himself over to the hand job he was giving himself, conscious enough to make a real show of it for his avid audience, but losing himself enough to moan. Each new drop of cum eased his way until at last he arched up with a growl. Milky white cum coated his fist, dripped down into the smooth skin of his sack, dappled over his belly. He rolled his head toward Brian, looked down and met his gaze. "Mmmm."

Through slitted eyes he watched as Brian slowly pulled himself up again, remained quiescent as he clambered up on the bed and crossed over his legs to settle between them. He licked his lips again, and Dave allowed him to bend down and lap his pointed tongue over the back of his fist. The soft blonde hair tickled his skin, he breathed a sigh of contentment mixed with relief.

all i have is yours
it's standing here in front of me
all i have is yours...

Brian reached out to steady his hands on Dave's hips. He suckled down over his hand, lapped gently at his balls, and when his tongue reached the puckered rose of his entrance Dave rose up and neatly reversed their positions. He pinned Brian's hands to the bed, stretched his body open wide with his knees, allowed their eyes to meet for one long moment.

As violent as the reversal had been, he bent down and touched his lips gently to Brian's, nuzzled into the kiss. He lapped at Brian's lips, eased them apart and took his breath away with the intensity of the kiss. Strong hands relaxed their grip, and the nuzzling kiss moved down Brian's torso. Dave nipped at pulse in his neck, lapped his studded tongue over taut nipples, nosed along the line of fuzz beneath his belly button.

Brian arched up, arms still above his head, hands gripped the pillow tight when Dave opened his mouth and swallowed him down in one easy pass. He throbbed in the tight grip of lips, teeth, tongue and throat. He managed to ease up just enough to catch a glimpse of Dave between his legs in the mirror above the dresser. There was something almost frightening about being devoured this way, he hearkened back to the first time he had shared his bed with the monster. And then the tight grip eased as Dave slid up and gently kissed the ruby tip of his cock. Brian sank back against the bed and gave himself up to the heady pleasure of the blow job.

Strong suction coupled with soft kisses, a combination of hard and soft, brutal and gentle, it all led to the most mind-blowing orgasms he had ever experienced. He opened his mouth and howled as he filled Dave's mouth, the howl giving 'way to a whimper when at last he subsided against the bed that was still filled with Dave's warmth.

Somewhere on the floor Dave's phone rang, muffled in the discarded bedspread. Dave continued to lap at Brian's cock, sending delayed tremors through him until at last he said softly, "You going to get that?"

"Whoever it is will wait," Dave whispered, his breath tickling over damp skin. He eased up and curled his larger body around Brian's smaller one.

For several moments they were quiet, and the sound of the phone finally died. The creaking of the pipes and their own breathing was the only sound then. Finally Dave pressed his lips against Brian's neck again.

"I told you that you wouldn't get what you wanted," he murmured. He trailed his hand down and pressed it firmly over Brian's belly.

"How do you know what I wanted?" Brian whispered.

"I see it in your eyes," Dave said, "And I'm not ready to give it to you."

"Not ready," Brian said. He turned his head and pulled back on the pillow just enough so that his eyes met Dave's. "Did you mean not ready as in never...or..."

"Yet," Dave said, and he winked.

A warm shiver passed through Brian and he turned completely on his side, cuddled against Dave's hard body.

exactly what you really are
to make you feel complete.

Yet.