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My Faults
it's not my fault
i tried it with you
tried to be everything
tried to be anything
Injuries sucked; there was no getting around that. No matter how often someone tried to put the positive spin on them that they afforded one precious time off, the fact still remained that more often than not they left the injured party on the sidelines, usually overlooked. This wasn't the first time an injury had robbed David of a 'Mania appearance, yet that made it no easier to deal with.
David shifted his eyes from the road to the printed MapQuest directions long enough to verify the exit. Exit 70, then a little over a mile to the Civic Center from there. There were vague promises that he would be kept on Raw, and he had the ace up his sleeve that he was way ahead of schedule on rehab, but still he worried. Worried enough that without a doubt if he could, he'd convince McMahon to let him back before the dust settled after 'Mania weekend.
Surprises were always best he mused as he parked behind the building. Brian wasn't expecting him this early, but he was anxious to spend a little private time with just the two of them before they all went under the microscope.
It was early enough that there weren't many fans hanging around, he folded his collar up, pulled the bill of his cap down and made it into the wrestler's entrance undetected. The few workers he ran across were surprised to see him, and there were plenty of slaps on the back and genuine smiles of welcome. But, no one knew where Brian was.
"Maybe he's not here yet."
"No, he's here because I saw him earlier."
"Where the hell did he get off to then? Does he have a match tonight?"
David listened as the group discussed, then he saw Funaki waving to him from the other side of the open dock. He thanked the boys for their help and sauntered across to where Funaki perched on an upended crate.
"Hey Sho," he drawled as he extended his hand, "Good to see you."
"Good see you," Funaki said. He peered beyond David's back, then whispered, "Spanky, he down there." He pointed down toward an area of the Arena where the cleaning crew kept their supplies.
"What's he doing down there?" David asked.
Again Funaki shifted nervously turned back to look at him and raised his fingers to his mouth as he inhaled.
Understanding dawned, and David grimaced. He reached over to pat Funaki's shoulder and grunted, "Thanks Sho. I won't tell him you told me."
From there it was just a question of following his nose, and he found a closet with the door slightly ajar. Brian had pulled down a folding chair from a rack, and sat sprawled back, already dressed for the ring; his eyes closed in bliss as he took another hit.
"Sho," he husked, his eyes closed, hair fringed over his brow, "I told you to keep a lookout. You can't do that if you're in here jonesing my weed bro."
David reached down and pinched the joint out of Brian's fingers. "He's right where you left him."
"What the fuck?" Brian twisted, narrowly missed falling off the chair as he brushed the hair out of his eyes. "David?"
"Sho's a good watchdog little one," David said as he raised the joint to his mouth for a hit. His voice was tight as he continued with the smoke sucked into his lungs, "But you shouldn't be doing this, not on 'Mania week."
Brian sprawled back in his chair and reached up for the joint. When David didn't hand it back down he reached up and fluffed his hair back down over his eyes. "Didn't know you were my dad now Dave."
After another hit David dropped the rest of the joint on the floor and ground it out with his heel. "You don't think that with all the brass here this week they won't be testing for this shit?"
"Big fucking deal, I'll pay my Cleveland. It's not the end of the world, and it's not the first time they've caught me." When David stepped away Brian reached down, retrieved the butt end of the joint and carefully tucked it away in his bag.
David squatted down, reached over to take Brian's hands, and forced him to make eye contact. "It is a big deal Brian. How many times have they fined you?"
"Three, four…. ten I don't know, I've lost count."
"Fuck," David released his hold and stood up, hands on his hips as he scowled down at Brian.
"What Dave? You just admitted you like it too, didn't you just take a hit?"
"No one's testing me Brian," his voice was a low roar.
"It's not like I can't afford it," Brian said as he stood and rolled his shoulders.
"Oh I disagree," David said. He moved to back Brian up against the wall.
"What? I make my money, if I have to line Vince's pockets every now and then so be it."
"Is that all you think it is? Paying for the privilege of keeping a stupid habit up?" David pushed Brian harder against the wall. "Ever consider how it's hurting your career?"
Brian's eyes flared in anger, and with surprising strength he pushed away from the larger man. "What career Dave?" He turned away and hunched his shoulders. "It's easy for you, in McMahon's pocket…no one ever makes you do the gay dance."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind." He let out his breath and turned to face David. "What would you rather, that I get hooked on Somas and die before I'm 40?"
"What I'd rather is that you weren't self-destructing before my eyes. I've heard the arguments a hundred times over, pot is better than booze because it doesn't corrode your liver and you don't get addicted. But that's for amateurs, not for people like us who live and die by a piss test."
"Fine, whatever," Brian said, and he pushed past David. "You're harshing my buzz man."
Before he made it to the door David snaked a hand out and caught Brian's wrist. Quick as a wink he pushed him back across the room and bent him over a table shoved in the corner. He tucked his hand under the edge of Brian's trunks and yanked down.
"Fuck," Brian squawked, "We're not back at the hotel yet!"
"No shit Sherlock," David said as he smoothed his hand over Brian's rounded ass.
"Someone might come in!"
"Not while you have your watchdog posted," David growled. He nudged Brian's legs apart, held him firmly against the table with one hand while he fumbled at his waistband with his other.
"David," Brian squirmed, "Fuck."
"Hush." The sound of gritting zipper and jingling belt buckle filled the enclosed space. Rough hands became soft as he teased down the crack of Brian's ass, pushed a finger against his puckered hole.
Sudden tears filled Brian's eyes and he moaned, "Why?"
"Because you excite me," David growled, his hardened cock bumping against Brian's leg. He bent down over him and nibbled at his ear. "So independent, so feisty." He pulled his finger free and shoved it in again, harder this time.
Brian moaned against the tabletop and turned away to avoid David's questing mouth.
"You don't care do you…huh? You don't care if you smoke yourself off the roster. You're like a cat with six more lives to spare." He pulled his fingers up, stretched Brian further.
"Fuck you Batista," Brian moaned. He slipped his hand down and cupped his own cock up against his body, began to stroke with a practiced hand.
"Christ, you turn me on," David growled. He pulled his finger free, turned and spit into his hand. Still holding Brian tightly against the table he slicked his cock, stepped back enough to watch Brian's hand working below the table.
Brian rolled his face down against the table and arched his back as David lined up and pushed inside. Tears gave way to moans of pleasurable pain, and he squeezed the base of his cock tightly to keep from spilling in that white-hot moment.
"So tight, so fucking hot," David growled. He pulled out and slammed in again hard. "Come for me Brian." He reached down and closed his hand over Brian's as he found the pace.
"Ahh," Brian groaned when David's hand covered his, "Make me."
David pulled out again, loosened his hold on Brian's back, reached down to plunge his fingers inside again, this time reaching all the way in to nudge against his spot. He felt Brian's reaction through the base of his cock, and plunged inside again as Brian arched up and spilled hot and fast into his hand.
"Fuck, fuck…fuck," Brian wailed.
A split second later David bit his lower lip and bucked hard against Brian's ass as his release boiled out of him. He rutted through his own release until at last he pulled free when it became too overwhelming. He yanked Brian up, turned him and held him tightly against his body.
"Damn you," Brian whispered as he trembled against David's body.
David reached down and tipped Brian's face up, met his eyes before bending down to brush his lips over his open mouth, "You know I only do this because I…"
A lone tear trickled down the side of Brian's face, "I know." He buried his face against David's shirt. "I know."
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