A/N: I own the idea and the mental images, other than that I own Nothing! lol Alright now on with the fic. As always reviews are welcomed along with constructive criticism but flames will be ignored. Loves to you all and Cookies and Cakes in the shape of y'alls favorite guys!
Kevin watched Glen and Mark exit the arena from a distance. Normally they would be horsing around as they walked the parking lot, but tonight their body language tension and Kevin could tell that they weren't talking to each other. He held his breath as they passed within inches of him and peeked out as their footsteps echoed loudly in the parking garage. When they got a good yard away from him he stepped out from his hiding place and started to follow them as quietly as possible. He stopped as Mark split off and headed towards the right while Glen stayed the original course. He heard a car door slam and he couldn't contain his smile. He quickened his steps and caught up with Glen just as he slipped the key into the lock.
He pressed the young man against the car and bit down on his shoulder as he ran his hands up his side. Instead of rebelling like he assumed Glen would, Glen leaned back and moaned as his lips skimmed over the back of his neck. He pressed his budding erection into Glen's ass and bit back a moan as Glen ground against him lightly.
"I missed you." He said softly.
"Really?" Kevin asked, he didn't believe his ears.
"Nash." Now Glen stiffened, it was obvious that Kevin wasn't the person he thought he was.
"Awe, come on now big guy. What happened to 'I missed you.'?" Kevin questioned as his hands moved down to Glen's crotch. "What? Is there is trouble in paradise? Calaway decided that you just don't do it for him anymore?" Kevin asked when Glen remained quiet.
"Shut up Nash." Glen growled as he tried to wiggle out of Kevin's grasp.
"Touched a nerve did I?"
"Nash I'm warning you." Glen started.
"No! I'm warning you Jacobs. I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight." It was Kevin's turn to growl as Glen's struggles intensified.
Kevin licked Glen's neck and bit hard as Glen threw his head back. Glen then tried to push away from the car using his hands as leverage, but Kevin put a quick end to that by grabbing Glen's wrists and pinning them against the roof. The more Glen fought the harder Kevin became and it was all he could do not to rip Glen's jeans off there and fuck him against the car. He bit his lip as Glen pressed back against him and Kevin then moved back and forced Glen around. He shoved Glen back against the car and attacked his lips, forcing his tongue into the younger man's mouth. Glen bit down on the invading muscle and shoved against Kevin as hard as he could.
Kevin stumbled back and Glen followed him, spearing him down to the pavement. As the two rolled around on the ground Kevin reached down and yanked Glen's jeans down, breaking the button and zipper in the process. When Kevin found himself back on top he pushed his sweats down and drove into Glen mercilessly. He watched as Glen twisted and tried to move away, only to yelp as Kevin continued to slam into him. Kevin kept the assault hard and fast, loving the way Glen's face contorted in pain. His lips curled back as he felt his impending release, and knew that he had to do something or else this was going to be over way too soon for his liking.
He pulled out and viciously flipped Glen over and pulled his head back by the hair as he rammed into him again. His thrusts became wilder and harder and within a matter of minutes he spilled himself deep in Glen, thrusting in one last time as hard as he could as his climax coursed through him. He panted as he moved his hair out of his face and pulled out. He watched as Glen curled up into a fetal position and fought the urge to laugh at his patheticness. He straightened himself and stepped over Glen, not bothering to look back as he headed towards his own parked vehicle.
Glen laid on the cool pavement, his eyes open and staring but not seeing. He felt Kevin's semen dripping from him and he felt dirty. Glen knew that he had been ripped and that blood was mixing with the hot liquid that seemed to be burning him where it splashed down on his thighs. Shakily he pushed himself into a sitting position and winced as his body resented the movement. He felt used, empty, and tears soon coursed down his cheeks as he got to his feet. He pulled his jeans up, but they wouldn't stay and he gripped them tight as he turned back to his car. He stepped over the puddle of semen and blood without looking and climbed into the car carefully.
He sat for a minute, playing with the radio listlessly, then toying with mirrors. Finally he started the car and headed towards the hotel, tears drying as they left his eyes. His body was on autopilot and soon he was walking through the lobby, ignoring everyone around him. As he waited for the elevator doors to open he felt someone next to him and looked over out of the corner on his eye. Mark was standing there with a worried look on his face.
"What took you so long. I was about to head back to the...WHAT THE HELL! Glen you're bleeding." Mark cried as he seen the dark stain on his jeans.
"It's nothing." Glen replied in a dead voice.
"Nothing hell." Mark ground out.
Before he could say anything else the doors slid open and Glen stepped in, wincing slightly. Mark followed and watched Glen quietly. His eyes were dull, and he was gripping his jeans tightly as if they would fall if he let them go.
"Glen...." No response. "Glen..." Again Glen stayed silent as he stared unblinkingly at the doors. "Glen!" Still nothing.
Mark placed a hand on his shoulder and jumped back as Glen turned and swung on him, his eyes now wild and his breathing quick. Mark grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the wall, then moved behind him and pressed up against him to hold him still. Suddenly he felt Glen's body shuddering and his voice was sob choked as he talked.
"Not again...please, not again." He pleaded.
"Not what again?" Mark asked confused.
Glen continued to plead, but the sobbing in his voice made his word indiscernible. The elevator stopped and Mark let go of Glen, but steered his now unresponsive friend out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. He stopped and pulled his key from his pocket and pushed the door open and with a little prodding he managed to get Glen inside. After shutting the door he went and stood in front of Glen, gently unclenching his other hand from his jeans. They slithered down his legs and Mark stared in horror at the blood that coated the inside of the material and the smeared trails of blood on his thighs and legs.
He swallowed the bile in his throat and walked into the bathroom and started the shower. He wasn't surprised that Glen hadn't moved and but was surprised that he followed blindly and obediently behind him as he pulled him into the bathroom. He managed to get Glen into the shower but it was soon obvious that he wasn't going to clean himself. Mark stripped down and climbed in behind Glen and gently started to wash him down.
Glen didn't move at all as Mark cleaned him, didn't even seem to acknowledge that Mark was even there. After Glen was clean from head to foot Mark moved him out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist and left him in the bathroom as he searched for something for him to wear.
Glen was slighlty larger than Mark, but Mark was sure that Glen would be able to fit into his sweats. He brought the clothes into the bathroom and after rubbing Glen down gently he dressed him and pulled him towards the bed. Glen was still unresponsive as Mark pushed him down lightly, and only shifted slightly as Mark dropped down next to him. Mark moved some of Glen's wet hair from his face, hating the hollowed look in his eyes. It was if Glen had died, but no one bothered to tell his body.
"Glen, I need you to tell me what happened." Mark said quietly.
"Mark?" Glen's voice took on a confused lilt as he turned his head to look at Mark.
"Yea."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Glen didn't say anything else, he just rolled over into his side and curled up in the fetal position. Mark placed his hand on Glen's shoulder but withdrew it when he felt Glen trembling. With a sigh he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom, picking up Glen's dirty clothing on the way over and tossing them in the trashcan. He started the shower a second time and stepped under the spray, his mind trying come up with theories about what had happened.
By the time Mark had finished, dressed and walked back into the room Glen was asleep. Gently Mark climbed into the bed and scooted as close to Glen as he could. He placed his arm lightly over Glen's waist and held his breath as Glen shifted closer to him in his sleep, a soft sigh escaping him as he moved so that Mark's head was resting on his shoulder.
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" Mark questioned lowly as his eyes drooped and his breathing evened. Soon both their snores sounded in the quiet room.
Across town however, sleep was evading Kevin. Soon he came to the conclusion that this one time with Glen hadn't lessened his craving for the young dark haired man, and was soon planning his next encounter with him. He hungered for another taste of Glen, and he felt himself harden as he pictured the expressions on Glen's face as he pounded into him. With a soft moan he started to stroke himself roughly and as he climaxed in his thoughts he felt his hot cum cover his hand and thighs. His breaths were slowly returning to normal and he used the shirt that he had just taken off to clean the mess.
As he fell into a deep sleep, a smile curved his lips; his dreams revolving around Glen and their next 'play date'.
