A/N: I don't own these guys, just the idea and the mental images. Love it or hate it drop me a line and let me know.

The WCW had pulled out of town the day after the WWF blew in. Something that Glen was immensely grateful for. At leastnow he wasn't looking over his shoulders at every little sound. Glen stretched out on the bed, feet crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. When he and Mark found Nash and Hall in their room Glen had tensed up as if Kevin was going to attack him again. He hadn't missed the appraising look Kevin gave him and just the sound of his low voice had sent shivers skittering down Glen's spine. Mark had called housekeeping and had their bedding changed but Glen swore that he could still smell Kevin on them.

And the scent produced all sort of unwanted images when he closed his eyes. Kevin lying in the bed with the sheet wrapped around his waist bare chested as moonlight kissed his skin and his hair fanned out on the pillow. Then the scene would change and Kevin's body would be drenched in sweat as he writhed on the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he mouth moved in silent howls. Glen shook his head vigorously to rid himself of the thoughts, but every time he closed his eyes the images got more detailed.

"What kind of sick freak am I?" He thought as he looked down at the tent he had made in his sweats. "To be turned on by the thoughts of touching another man, of taking him in my mouth and running tongue lightly up and down...DAMMIT stop that!"

Glen climbed out of bed and started to pace agitatedly around the room, growling as his thoughts turned more erotic. Mark had left earlier for some quality gym time, leaving Glen alone in the room. Normally he'd still be asleep but dreams that should have been nightmares kept repeating themselves in the dead of the night. What was even worse was that Glen seemed to have no control over them. No matter what he did he couldn't break the cycle, and it didn't help that they seemed to be following the WCW from town to town. The phone rang, bringing Glen out of his thoughts and instinctively growled at the interruption.

"Hello?" He ground out.

"Glen, this is Vince. I just wanted to let you know that there's been a change on the match card tonight."

"And that is?"

"Due to some unforeseen circumstances you're going to be facing Mark tonight in the main event."

"Why?" Damn it he was supposed to be off tonight, and he ground his teeth in aggravation.

"Because you and Mark always deliver great matches."

"Fine."

"Good man. I'll see you at the stadium later." Vince hung up and Glen stared at the phone blindly.

"Why in the hell did I agree to be Diesel again?" He mumbled as he set the receiver down.

"Because you hated being blonde." Mark said from behind him.

Glen jumped sideways and ended up falling off the bed. He hadn't heard the door open or close due to being so wrapped up in his thoughts. As he pulled himself up from the floor Mark laughed loudly, causing the people in the next room to bang on the wall.

"Didn't scare ya did I?" He asked innocently as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Of course not. Didn't I tell you I invented a new sport called Floor Diving?"

"Smart ass."

"I try." Glen shrugged his shoulders and ducked as Mark's sweaty shirt came flying at him. "That's just gross. Keep your damn sweat to yourself." Glen said as he picked up the shirt between his thumb and forefinger, dropping it on the ground as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Awwwee, what's the matter Glenny, didn't yer mommy let you get...dirty?" The last word was said as Mark threw himself on Glen and rubbed his chest all over him, covering him in sweat.

"Come on man that's just sick!" Glen shoved Mark off of him and stood by the bed glaring down at Mark as he rolled around on the bed clutching his sides as he laughed.

"You know you liked it. That's why you became a wrestler, because you like to roll around on a mat with big sweaty men." He brayed.

"That maybe why you became a wrestler. But it's not the reason I did." Glen retorted as he dropped down on the other bed.

"Why did you?"

"Simple, I like to hurt people. Speaking of which you're my next victim."

"Whaddya mean?" Mark got up from the bed and stripped down before he headed into the bathroom.

"You...me...main event." Glen said as he looked away.

"Why?"

"According to Vince because we always give 100 percent."

Mark gave an unintelligiblegrunt and soon the sound of water filled the room. Glen reclined on the bed and stared at the ceiling wondering why he had to completely different reactions to Kevin and Mark. At first he had thought that maybe he was gay, but if he was wouldn't he be attracted to Mark? He was every bit as big and strong as Kevin, had long hair plus he had that deep southern twang. Yet when Mark touched him it didn't elicit the feelings that Kevin's touches did. Granted Mark had never kissed him or got him off by hand, but if he was attracted to men shouldn't he have some feeling towards him? As his mind ran in circles his eyes slowly closed.

Later that Night

Glen took a drink of water before he headed down the ramp, exaggerating his swagger and sneering at Mark in the ring. As he climbed through the ropes Mark rolled his eyes back and Glen had to fight the urge to laugh. The bell rang and they locked up in the middle with Mark breaking the hold and throwing Glen towards the ropes. Almost immediately he felt eyes on him and he faltered, allowing Mark to apply a jaw clutch. As he struggled against the hold he mentally shook his head.

"Of course there are eyes on me. I'm in the middle of the ring with hundreds of people staring at me."

He managed to break the clutch and swung Mark towards the ropes, catching him with a big boot as he rebounded. Mark went down but sat right back up as Glen walked around the ring with his fist raised. They battled on a for few more minutes, each one getting more hits in. Finally they get the word to wrap it up and Mark took Glen down with a tombstone. As Mark did his usual after match thing with Percy, Glen rolled out of the ring and headed towards the back. He grabbed a towel from one of the tables in the back and headed to his locker room. He wiped his face as he walked, thinking about the match and what he could have done better.

He opened his door and walked into the darkened room, flipping the light on as he went. The locker rooms in this stadium were only big enough for one person. Thankfully they had showers in them, even if the stall was a little cramped. Glen stripped down and walked over to the stall, enjoying the cool feeling of air on his sweaty body. He turned the water on and put his hand under the spray to test it, when it hit the right temperature he stepped under and let out a sigh as the water rained down over his body. He turned around so that his back faced the shower head and placed both hands on the wall then arched his back, loving the way the water felt as it pelted him. He went to straighten up so he could wash his hair but found himself suddenly pressed against the wall.

"You looked good out there."

"Do you have nothing better to do than to stalk me?" Glen said, trying to keep the waver out of his voice. "How'd you get in here without me hearing you." He demanded as he pushed back against him.

"You didn't lock the door. Something I rectified by the way. And you were being too loud in enjoying the water. Wonder how loud I can get you?"

"Nash..." Glen said lowly.

"Quiet." Kevin started to kiss the back of Glen's neck, nipping lightly as he turned him around.

Glen found himself pressed against the wall again, only this time Kevin's mouth was slanted over his and Kevin's tongue forced it's way into his mouth. Kevin lightly sucked Glen's tongue into his mouth and swirled his tongue around Glens. Glen brought his hands to Kevin's shoulders to push the larger man away but the sudden feeling of of Kevin's hand wrapped around his shaft had him gripping the broad expanse instead. Glen arched into the strokes moaning freely into Kevin's mouth as he raked his nails down Kevin's arms. After a few more moments of stroking Kevin stopped and pulled away, watching as Glen tried to catch his breath.

Glen's head swam as he tried to process what was going on, however that process was completely shut down when he felt Kevin's lips wrapped around his length. He gasped and looked down, watching as Kevin took as much of him as he could. He threaded his fingers in Kevin's hair and guided him, pushing himself deeper until the tip of the head nudged the back of Kevin's throat. Kevin looked up and locked eyes with Glen, and he found that he was unable to look away. Kevin started slowly but Glen sped it up, thrusting hard and fast into Kevin's mouth, bringing more than one strangled moan from the man.

With one hand Kevin started to massage his balls and Glen felt the familiar sensation that signaled his release. He fisted his hand in Kevin's hair and sped the pace up even more, holding Kevin's head so that he was completely sheathed in the mans mouth and growling as his seed burst from him. His body was trembling as he let go of Kevin's head and slid himself from Kevin's mouth with a soft 'pop'. He looked down and seen Kevin still working on swallowing his load. With a satisfied grin he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist. Kevin still hadn't moved by the time Glen finished dressing and he called out as he left.

"You were right about calling Diesel and an attitude. And you just got a taste of my brand of Diesel." He laughed and left the room feeling better than he had in days.