A/N: I don't own these guys, and since Taker has found a way to insert himself into yet another one of my stories..
Taker Muse: Damn right I did. We all know that I'm the true star.
DK: Whatever you say hun, anyways here is the next chapter and I hope y'all enjoy!
Scott knew that the only way to get his friend back was to get the kid that was running around as fake Diesel to stop. He remembered a little about him, he knew that he played Lawler's dentist, but that was about it. He flipped open his phone and scrolled through his contacts looking for the one person that could tell him everything.
"Hello...yea this is Hall...Hey can you do me a favor?...Really?...No, No nothing like that...Come on you know me...oh that's right, well no I'm not in trouble, I'm not in jail...Come on now, I've turned over a new leaf, all I need is some information...yea information...on who, the kid playing fake Diesel...yep that's him, do you have his number?...you do?...Can I get it?...All I wanna do is talk to him...uh huh...yea...uh huh...thanks buddy." Scott hung up and looked down at the paper that he scrawled the number on, as well as the name 'Glen Jacobs.' According to Shawn, Jacobs was down in their hotel gym getting an early morning work out.
He looked over at the bathroom door as he hurriedly dressed. He had weighed the pros and cons on what he was about to do, but he'd rather have Kevin angry at him for a while than sit back and watch him be abused. He penned a quick note saying that he went to the store for a few necessities and slipped out of the room just as the sound of running water stopped. As he headed down to his car he thanked whatever god was watching over him that the WWF's hotel was only across town. Scott climbed into the car and turned the engine over, his mind trying to put together a game plan. The kid was strong, so trying to out powering him was out of the question. He was more level headed than Calaway, at least that's what Shawn had told him.
"Maybe I can appeal to his rational side. I mean seriously, two men fighting over a fictional alter ego is just plain stupid." Scott grumbled as he looked down at the directions and made his last left.
A mile or so down the road he seen the hotel and turned into the parking lot. He sat in his car for a few minutes trying to calm his rioting senses. He still had no idea about what he was going to say or do concerning Jacobs. As plans raced through his head he finally decided to just confront the young man and wing it. After getting shown to the gym Scott stood outside and observed Jacobs through the glass. He was on the weight machine and it looked like he was lifting more than he should.
"Foolish pride." Scott murmured.
With a deep breath he pushed the door open and walked as silently as he could over to the bench. He must not have been too quiet.
"Hey Mark, you wanna come spot me?" Jacobs called without looking up.
Scott remained silent but went and stood near the top of the bench. Jacobs had his eyes closed as he continued to lift, giving Scott some more time to formulate what he was to say first. Or so he thought.
"Mark...What the fuck are you doing here Hall?" He demanded.
"Great, he's already defensive...Listen kid I just wanna talk." Scott said in a calm voice.
"About what?" Jacobs growled as he set the bar back in it's holder and sat up.
"Kevin."
"What about him?"
"I want to know what's going on."
"Why don't you ask him."
"I have." The kids short and growled answers were grating on Scott's nerves and he fought to keep his temper under control.
"Then why are you here?"
"Because he won't tell me anything." Scott said through gritted teeth.
"And what makes you think I'm going to?" Jacobs got to his feet and took a swig from his water bottle.
"Because it would be the decent thing to do."
Scott watched as Jacobs stretched and headed towards the door without saying to him. His anger finally hit it's boiling point and caught up with Jacobs before he walked out the door. Scott grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked back hard, sending the tall man to the floor where he landed with a heavy 'thud'. Jacobs quickly rolled out of the line of fire and jumped back to his feet then began to advance on Scott until he had him backed against a wall.
"You have one minute to explain why you did that before I turn you into one giant blood stain." Jacobs growled.
Scott stayed quiet and cowered as Jacobs brought his face so close that he could almost feel his nose against his own. His heart sped up and a cold sweat popped out on his forehead when a small smile graced Jacob's face.
"I know why you're here now."
"I-I already told you." Scott managed to stutter out.
"Yea, but it's not the truth. You want me to stay away from your man." Jacobs straightened back up and backed away a fraction of an inch.
"Wha-, Kevin's not my man. He's my friend."
"Sure, because a friend goes and physically assaults anothe person because they have a hunch that their 'friend' is messing around behind their back."
"Kevin's my friend, nothing more." Scott insisted.
"So he's never ran his hands over your body and held your hard cock in his hand before he slipped it between his lips and ran his tongue over it?" Jacobs questioned lowly as he stepped forwards again and cupped Scott's crotch, squeezing lightly.
"N-no."
"You're saying that he's never ran his tongue over your pulse like this..." Jacobs demonstrated by bending his head and flicking his tongue across the pulse that was beating a rapid tatoo against the flesh of Scott's neck.
"No." The single word came out as a moan and Scott arched up against Jacobs as he continued to lave his neck with his scalding tongue.
He felt Jacobs hand leave his crotch and whimpered plaintively, inwardly hating himself for it. The whimper was turned into a moan as Jacobs forced him around so that his chest was against the wall as Jacobs slipped his hardening length from it's sweat pant prison.
"Well then, let me give you a taste of how he likes it." He breathed into Scott's ear as he nipped at Scott's neck and simultaneously started to stroke him.
Jacobs grip was firm and his pulls rough, bringing moan after moan from Scott. On every up stroke he would run the pad of his thumb over the head and smear the leaking pre-cum down Scott's shaft. He shouldn't be liking this, and every other thought that ran through Scott's head was screaming at him to push away and run the other way. But then Jacobs would tighten his hold or flick his tongue against his ear and Scott would practically melt into his arms.
"Why don't we take this back to my room?" Glen breathed into his ear, his own breath coming in heavy pants as he pressed his hard cock against Scott's ass.
Scott couldn't manage a reply so settled for just nodding his head. Jacobs stepped away and waited for Scott to compose himself before heading towards the door. They headed through the lobby and once the doors slid shut on the elevator Jacobs had him pressed up against the wall and soon had his tongue forced into Scott's mouth. Scott reached up and tangled his hands in Jacobs hair and yanked his head back, taking big gulps of air as Jacobs growled at him.
"Room..." Was all Scott could get out as Jacobs attacked his lips again.
The bell chimed to let them know that they had reached their floor and Scott found himself being pulled down the hallway. They stopped at a door that was in the middle of the hall and a minute later the door banged open. Scott was pulled into the room and then slammed against the wall as Jacobs kicked the door shut. Both of Jacobs hands pushed past the barrier of Scott's sweats and soon he was just standing in his shirt. As he watched, Jacobs dropped to his knees and ran his tongue over the shaft before engulfing the head in his mouth. Scott groaned and threaded his hands in Jacobs hair, setting the pace. He had to give it to the kid, he was skilled with his mouth. He suddenly felt the winding up feeling in the pit of his stomach and knew that his climax was close. Just as he was about to get off Jacobs pulled away and got back to his feet.
In one swift movement he turned Scott around and impaled him, bringing a yelp of pain from him. As Jacobs slammed into him over and over again tears leaked out from under Scott's closed eyelids. With one final hard thrust Scott felt Jacobs coat his insides with a howl. As Jacobs was catching his breath he reached around and started to stroke Scott roughly until he came with a small cry, covering Jacobs hand and the wall with his cum. As Scott panted against the wall, Jacobs pulled out and walked over to the bed, pulling his pants up on the way. Once Scott had his breath back he turned around and glared at Jacobs.
"Is that what you've been doing to Kevin?" He demanded.
"That? No." He said nonchalantly.
"Then what?"
"All I've done is gag him. But it's nothing that he hasn't started."
"Gag him? Is that how he got the bruises?"
"What bruises?"
"The bruises around his mouth. What in the hell did you use?"
"Nothing other than my dick." Jacobs grinned darkly and Scott paled. Without another word he fled the room, leaving Jacobs laughing on the bed.
