A/N: Man oh Man, my musi are definitely up to no good with this one.

Mark wasn't the only one that had followed Glen and Scott, Kevin had been seated far back in the room and watched as the two seemed to connect on a deep level. He had seen Shawn walk in and kept an eye on him and Mark, wondering what the two of them were up to. He seen Glen head over to Mark's table and was confused as to why he left before making contact. As quiet as he could he trailed Mark out and gleefully watched as he and Glen confronted one another. They weren't particularly quiet about the encounter so he didn't have to strain his ears to listen in. Squealing tires brought his head up and he seen Glen peel out of the parklinglot, leaving Mark by himself.

He hurried from his hiding place and headed over to his own vehicle. Mark was still standing in the same spot when he ghosted past him, and Kevin hoped that Mark hadn't seen him. The restaurant that Glen and Scott had been at wasn't far from Glen and Mark's hotel and in less than five minutes he was letting himself into Mark's room. Kevin stripped down to his boxers and arranged himself on the bed, tousling the covers to make it look like he had been sleeping. He didn't know when Mark would be back, but he did know that he wanted to take advangtage of the frame of mind that he was in now. Minutes turned to hours and Kevin reluctantly dropped off to sleep, not knowing that Mark was just below him in the hotel bar getting throughly trashed.

For his part Mark kept the worst of the tears in, only a few errant ones trickling down every once and a while. He was working on his third bottle of Jack Daniels, his mind shut down as he continually lifted the bottle to his lips. Now it all made sense. Glen was staying away because he had found out about his dalliance with Kevin. The question that nagged at him was, how? No one other than he and Kevin had known about it and he had made sure that no one ever seen them together.

"So how did he know?" He wondered aloud as he rolled the bottle between his palms.

At closing time Mark was no closer than he was to figuring things out than when he had first sat down at the bar. The only thing that he gained was a larger headache a heartache that seemed to intensify with every beat of heart. He trudged up to his room, taking the stairs so he'd have more time to think and so he wouldn't have to interact with any of the other guys on the roster. He swirled the little bit of Jack around in the bottle that he had swiped when he left and dropped down on one of the stairs. Everything was spiraling out of control and he had no idea on how to fix it. He wanted to make it up to Glen, but Glen didn't want anything to do with him. Just the thought left him cold inside, and as he drained the bottle he felt the coldness seep to the outside.

He rose to his feet and headed up the last two flights, his mind as well as his body comfortably numb. The hallway was deserted and he stopped for a moment to hunt for his room key. His pocket seemed to become the bottomless pit and soon he was growling as he his fingers kept brushing past the exact things and he wondered what in the hell he had put in his pockets. Finally he located his room key and with a victorious 'ha!' he fitted the key in the lock and pushed the door open. He dropped the bottle in the trashcan by the door and headed over to the bed, his feet dragging as the weight of the day finally descended upon him. The bed called invitingly and he dropped down face first, groaning into the pillows as his head protested the sudden change in altitude.

Someone stirred next to him and he knew without looking that it was Kevin, his aftershave gave him away. As did the fact that it was always Kevin, no matter how much he wished it was Glen instead. He mumbled as Kevin's hand found it's way into his hair, pulling his head up from the pillow slightly.

"Mmmm, where've you been?" Kevin's voice was sleep logged and gravelly, reminding Mark of how Glen's voice sounded when he woke up.

"Why does it matter?'

"You're right, it doesn't. What does is making the most of tonight." Kevin purred as he moved so that he was laying almost on top of Mark, rubbing against him suggestively.

"Why?"

"Because it'll be awhile before we see one another again." Kevin licked the outside of Mark's ear, biting down almost painfully on the lobe.

With a growl, Mark managed to change positions and stared down at Kevin, his lips curled back from his teeth. A similar smile stretched Kevin's lips and he raised his head up to capture Mark's, but he moved his head; instead sinking his teeth deep into the hallow of Kevin's neck. Kevin let out a pained moan and wriggled against Mark's weight, fear and desire warring on his features as Mark continued his rough ravishing of his neck and chest. Mark pulled away after a particularly hard bite, blood glistening on his lips and smiled at his handy work. By then Kevin was panting heavily and Mark smiled as he quickly rid himself of his clothes and Kevin's boxers.

Then with one swift movement he plunged into Kevin until he could go no further, laughing as Kevin screamed out in agony.


Glen couldn't believe Mark's audacity. He was seething as he thought about it. Who the hell did he think he was? Fucking Kevin and then saying that he missed him. Glen snorted and drove around aimlessly, not really wanting to go back to the hotel but wanting to wind down after his date with Scott. Just thinking about him brought a smile to Glen's face and on a whim he started towards the hotel where WCW was staying. The woman behind the desk had given him Scott's room number with a smile and a giggle after he poured on the charm. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and left, a smile tugging at his lips. He pressed the button for the elevator and tried to piece together what he was going to say.

Once the elevator hit Scott's floor he strode from the device with a purpose, what that purpose was he didn't know at that point but was sure that it would become clear once he seen Scott. His room was at the end of the hall he quickened his pace, needing this contact, this comfort that Scott seemed willing to give him. He looked at the door, his reserve faltering somewhat until the unwanted image of Mark and Kevin wrapped around one another as they said their 'good byes' popped into his minds eye. He closed his eyes and shook his head, banishing the image of the pair to the deepest depths of his mind. His resolved steeled once again and he knocked on Scott's door, smiling when Scott answered in nothing but his boxers.

"Glen..." The word was breathy and Scott blushed as Glen flicked his eyes from his head to his feet.

"I gave what you said earlier some thought."

"And?" Scott asked breathily as he trying to will the blush on his face away.

"Well, I have some making up to do." Glen said with a grin.

"For what?" Scott tilted his head to the side, confused about what Glen felt he had to make up for.

"For our first encounter." Glen's smile got wider as Scott's look grew more confused. "When you came to talk to me about Kevin. I was in the gym....." Glen trailed off as realization dawned on Scott's face finally and his eyes darkened some what.

"You don't have to..." He started.

"I know I don't have too, but I want to."

Glen stepped forwards, forcing Scott to step back into the room. He then kicked the door shut softly and pulled Scott close, kissing him softly as his hands roamed over Scott's back. Scott tried to take control of the kiss, but with a deft flick of his tongue and firm squeeze to his ass, Scott was moaning into the kiss as his own hands roamed the expanse of Glen's back. Tongues met in a flurry of parries and thrusts as hands crept under shirts and nails dragged against skin, groans and bit back moans sounding extremely loud in the quiet room. Without breaking the kiss Glen maneuvered over to the bed and turned so that he dropped down on it in a sitting position.

Scott took advantage of the change in position and straddled Glen's lap, yanking off the black shirt with such force that he dimly heard the fabric rip. He bit down on Glen's shoulder and ground himself against the growing bulged in Glen's pants, smirking as Glen growled. It was his turn to growl as Glen grabbed his waist and arched up against him. In his position Scott pushed Glen back until he was laying on his back staring up at Scott. Glen went to roll them over, but Scott clamped his knees hard against his waist, stopping the movement. Scott then bent down and took one of Glen's nipples in his mouth and rolled it around until it became a hard peak.

"Scott....." Glen growled.

"Yea?" He asked as he moved over to the other one.

"I'm supposed to be treating you...." The last word died in a moan as Scott moved even further down, swiping his tongue across Glen's navel before running it just under the waist band of his cargo pants.

"Hmmm. Consider letting me explore making it up to me."

Glen couldn't form coherent words as Scott gently undone his pants and let his straining hard on spring free. The cool air from the room brushed across the engorged head and it twitched almost painfully. Teasingly Scott flicked his tongue against it, laughing as Glen all but shot up from the bed with a swallowed groan. He swiped at the head a couple more times before taking the head in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and laved the underneath, getting the most sensitive spots and drawing more groans from Glen. He pulled away, and watched as Glen raised his head slightly to look down at him, his eyes glowing and his hands fisted in the sheets.

Scott bent his head back down and swallowed as much as he could, gagging slightly as the head nudged the back of his throat. Once the urge to gag had passed he started to bob slowly, drawing it out as much as he could. After a couple of minutes Glen had had enough and gruffly pulled Scott up and kissed him hard before switching positions so that he was on top. He quickly divested Scott of his clothes and without warning took Scott's entire length in his mouth, causing Scott to suck in a breath. Quickly glen started to work him over, bringing his hands into play and purring lightly in the back of his throat. The end was nearing and Scott could already see the star bursts behind his eyes.

He was standing on the edge of a mountain and he knew that with one step he'd go over. But that last step didn't come. Glen pulled away and Scott opened his eyes, confused and panting as he tried to figure out what was going on. A minute later he gasped as Glen slowly worked himself into his tight entrance, groaning as Scott's muscles tightened around the intrusion. Soon he was buried to the hilt and Scott arched up against him, the sensation overwhelming. Painstakingly slow Glen started to move, drawing more moans from Scott. He kept up the slow pace until Scott couldn't take it anymore and pushed back hard against him

"Glen...." He panted. "Fuck me."

That seemed to be all that Glen needed to hear and moment later he was slamming into and of him, sometimes bringing him up off the bed. With every thrust he was hitting Scott's prostate and soon he exploded, coating them both in his seed and howling his release. A few hard thrusts later Glen emptied himself, burying his head in Scott's shoulder and biting down to smother the worst of his groan. Scott felt Glen softening and sighed as he pulled out and laid down next to him.

"That wasn't how it was supposed to go." Glen said petulantly.

"How about we rest for minute and then you can show me how it was supposed to go." Scott said with a smile.