Can't Help But Wait
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE! Only Lauryyin & the usual others
Notes: First off, I would like to say, 17-0! YES! The two championship matches afterward, sucked. Sorry, Taker and Shawn stole the WHOLE show!! And on a random note, I loved Matt's new tights, sexy! Back to the story, you'll get a little more of Mark's POV in this one. There's gonna be plenty more of the story told in his POV soon. Doncha just love his sexy ass? Thanks for reading, and don't forget to REVIEW!!
Ch. 3: Royal Rumble
-Dave's POV-
"Get up." Dammit! It's nine in the morning and I know she's gonna be at the door in a few. "I said, get up!" I'm screaming at this fan girl from last night.
"Look, uh Taylor, I've gotta catch a plane, so you really gotta leave." I lied. Damn, what was I thinking. This girl is ugly. "My name's Amber." Oh, I forgot. She got up and put her clothes back on.
"Amber, right. I'll call you." I don't know why I said that. Amber was now at the door. "No you won't. Thanks for ride." She smirked and left the room. When I checked the hallway, I noticed someone staring. Fuck, it's Adam. I put my finger to my lips and shook my head, trying to get him to keep quiet. He nodded and went back to his room. I know he won't, though. Fuck!
A few minutes later, there she was. That was close.
-Lauryyin's POV-
Today's Sunday, the day of the Royal Rumble. I'm so happy, because Dave gets a huge push tonight. He wins the Rumble! I know things are gonna get crazy backstage. First off, Raw and Smackdown Superstars are here. So that means my so-called bodyguards are here too. Meaning cousin Eddie, big dead Mark, Orton the ass, and Chris Jericho. I'm sure there are more, but I don't know any of them. Why Eddie goes through so much trouble to watch me, I'll never know.
"You really need to stop looking so sad." That's Shane. "Damn, Lantern. If I'm sitting down being quiet, I have to be sad?" I was sitting in catering at table. I guess I do look a little sad. "Uh, yeah. When that mouth ain't runnin, something's wrong." He grinned. "Whatever. You'd be quiet too, if you had everybody and their great grandpa's nephews uncles watching your every move." He laughed. "Girl, they just don't like ya dating Dave."
"I know that, but I don't understand why they're watching us tonight. What the hell can we do in the Save Mart Center?" Seriously. "Plenty." He laughed. As soon as he got up, I noticed O coming toward me. "Watcha doing?" He grinned. Very rarely do I get to see Rey Rey without his mask, now's one of those times. He's cute.
"I'm trying to hide from the WWE's not so secret service, which I'm guessing you're a part of." I smirked as he sat beside me. "Actually, I'm not. Eddie told me about it though. I think he's right about Dave, but you just gotta see that for yourself, squirt." He gave me a hug and left to prepare for the Rumble.
I was eating a cherry blow pop when Mark and Eddie walked to the table. Eddie sat beside me and Mark sat across from us. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before you two showed up." I frowned. "You'll thank me later, miela." Eddie smiled. Damn him and that smile! I couldn't help but smile back. "What do you two losers want?"
"Nothing, just wanted to see why you looking so sad." Why does everyone keep saying that? "I'm not sad, I'm annoyed. You two and your goddamn bodyguards have been working my nerves since Dave and I got here!" They both smiled at that. I smacked Eddie on the arm. "Ow! What was that for vato?" Eddie grinned as he rubbed his arm.
"For being you." When I said that, I burst into a laughing fit, because someone had started tickling my stomach. They stopped after I started swinging my fists. "Eddie, you better get your friend, or I'm gonna kill him." Eddie laughed and got up to get ready for the Rumble, he's entrant number one. "Irvine! Your ass is mine, puta!" I was now chasing Chris Jericho around the table.
As Chris ran, Mark put his foot out and he tripped over it. Everyone backstage started laughing. Even Chris. "I'm not gonna kill you Chris, that was enough damage for now." I said as he walked to the dressing room. As I sat back down, I saw Mark's wife coming toward us. She's pretty.
"Fuego, this is Sara. And Sara, this is the little drama queen I told you about." Mark said. I frowned at him and smiled and shook Sara's hand. "What you said doesn't give her justice, Mark. She's gorgeous." She smiled and sat beside me. "Nah, she's just annoying. I've got to go get ready, so you two have fun and behave back here." He said as he got up.
"Is he always that bossy?" I asked. "Always. All you gotta do is boss back. Tell his ass what you're gonna do. Don't let him tell you what you're gonna do." She smiled. "Then he'll stop bossing?" I noticed John Cena walking toward us. "Hell no." We laughed. Sara noticed John coming toward us and shook her head at him. He quickly turned the other way.
"Damn, it's like that?" I asked shocked at the way Cena just walked the other way. "Just like that. One of the perks of being married to Mark." We laughed again. We laughed and talked about some of the Superstars and some hilarious but embarrassing stories of Mr. bossy ass Mark, until the show started. "Hey Glen." Sara spoke. I looked to her left and saw Kane. I've seen him backstage on Raw, but I've never noticed how goddamn sexy he is. Oh my, I'm drooling.
He waved and headed over to where the crew had the casket for Taker and Heidenreich's match. I forgot that match was next. Dave sat beside me and spoke to Sara. "She's a bodyguard, too?" He smiled. "No, silly. I don't even know why they've all gone super spy anyway. What in the hell can we do here?" I was serious, but Sara and Dave started laughing. "We could do a lot." He smirked and pulled me onto his lap. I started blushing and Sara laughed again. Neither one of us noticed Mark walk up.
"Oh really?" He said with his arms folded on his chest. I jumped off of Dave and sat into my own chair. Sara and Dave frowned. "Come on, Mark. She's not a little kid." Sara tried to reason with him. He normally looks hot and delicious when he's in Taker form, but right now he's kinda scary. "Sara, stay out of it." He said. He kept his glare on Dave. "I thought Eddie said that you guys were gonna let me make my own choices?" He frowned. "Eddie said he would, I didn't."
"Eddie's my family, you're not. So back off, okay!" Dave and Sara just stared from me to Mark. Mark's face turned red. "Okay. That's how you want it?" He turned on his heels and left. "Fuck, I just pissed him off, big time." I said as I rested my head on the table. "He'll get over it. I know he will." Sara tried to make me feel better. "Sara, I didn't mean what I said in a bad way." I felt tear in the corners of my eyes. I had to hold them back. I'm not crying in front of my boyfriend, or Sara.
"Don't worry about him. He's just mad that you wont listen to him. He's not used to people defying his words." She laughed and put her arm around my shoulders. "Babe, they're calling me, I gotta go." Dave said. Sara let me go and I gave Dave a peck on the lips. "So, you must really like him, huh?" Sara asked. "Yeah, he's a sweetie."
"Fuck sweetness, he's hot as hell!" She laughed. "Okay, he is." I laughed, too. "How's the sex?" I turned and looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" She laughed again. "Sorry, I'm nosy. I'm not gonna tell Mark, promise." She had the cheesiest little smile ever. "I'm not telling you because, there is nothing to tell. Sara, I'm a virgin." She laughed at me.
"What the hell is so funny?" I didn't think it was funny. "I didn't mean to laugh, but you don't look like a virgin. And look at your boyfriend, hello!" Okay, I guess I get it. "You've got a point. But with your husband and half the WWE roster watching my every move, I think I'm gonna stay that way for a while." We laughed again.
We watched Taker and Heidenreich's casket match, which I found to be very, very entertaining. Taker and caskets are sexy together! When he came backstage, he just passed by us and didn't say anything. Obviously, he's still pissed. "He gets on my damn nerves!" Sara said. You can see the anger in her face. We continued watching the next matches. Damn, did Randy have a match, or what? It was awesome.
After the Rumble was over, everyone backstage congratulated Dave, almost everyone. Sara left to go argue with Mark. I'm hoping that argument wasn't caused by me. Maybe dating Dave is a bad idea, maybe I should just go with Jeff, even though he just wants me for my ass. Nah, I'm sticking with Dave. "You ready to go, babe." Dave asked. He's showered and dressed, ready to go on our date tonight. "You bet." I smiled. I noticed Mark watching me as Dave and I left. "Uh, babe. Can we make the date room service in my room? I'm kinda sore." I smiled and nodded. I was just glad to get out of there. Mark was staring hard.
-Mark's POV-
Fuck! She just left with Dave. Sara's hollering at me and I'm pretty sure Eddie's gonna be pissed when he notices that she's gone. "Fuck Sara. I don't even know why I brought you here." She's really getting on my damn nerves. "I don't know why you brought me, either. I'm leaving."
"How in the hell do you expect to get home?" I bet my face is red now. "I'll find a way, don't worry about me. And Mark, I do want a divorce." And with that, she stormed out to the parking lot. Damn, I knew that would happen. This marriage fell apart long ago. Strangely, I'm not upset. It was bound to happen. We've been arguing with each other for months. Not those little kiddy arguments either, I'm talking throwing and breaking shit types of arguments. I swear, we don't have any dishes at home. I guess we're officially separated, now.
I was lost in thought, when someone tapped me on my back. I turned to see Lauryyin. Damn, I never noticed how fine she was. "I couldn't leave here with you mad at me." I raised my eyebrow at her. "I'm not mad, girl." She frowned and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah right. I'm sorry what I said earlier. I'm glad there's someone else other than my family who cares for me." She smiled. "You're saying that your precious David doesn't care for you?" I smirked. You gotta admit that was a good one. "Whatever. You know what I mean. Where's Sara?" She started looking around for her.
"She went to the hotel." I lied. It's too soon to tell people about us being separated. "Oh, okay. She's nice, too nice for you." She laughed. If only she knew how crazy Sara is. "I'm nice, Fuego." She smiled at me. "If you're nice, then you'd leave Dave and I alone." She smirked. "Nice try, girl." I smiled back. "I'm gonna go. Dave's waiting for me in the parking lot. Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything with him."
"That's not what I'm worried about. It's what happens between you two afterward, that I'm worried about." Seriously, I know Dave only wants one thing from her. After he gets it, he's gone and she's heartbroken. And like I said before, this girl's grown on me. I really don't want to see her get hurt. "Whatever, Mark. I'm not interested in sex." She grinned as she started to back away.
"Yeah right, girl. I heard about you. I should be worried about what you'd do to him." I smirked back. "High school, Deadman. It was a dare, dammit! I'm gonna kill Kim for telling you that. You better not tell Eddie!" I laughed as she walked out of the door. Damn, I was mad at her, but she made me laugh. That never happened before. I'm halfway a divorced man, and I'm laughing and thinking about someone else. Ain't that some shit?
I can't help it. If you ignore her drama queen attitude and her hard ass head, she's a sweet girl. And she's sexy as fuck, for a nineteen year old. If you see her somewhere, I bet you'd think she was about twenty-three or twenty-two. I'd fuck the hell out of that girl, man. Okay, forget I just said that. Forget it completely. There was so much wrong with that statement. Like, she's my good friend's little cousin. And she's nineteen. And also, I've been separated from my wife for like five minutes. Get it together, Mark.
-Lauryyin's POV-
"Strawberries and cream, what the hell are you up to?" I was talking to Dave. We're in his room now. He ordered that shit from room service. "Champagne, too." He grinned. "Um, don't you think I'm a little young for that?" I smirked. "Nope. If you get a little wild, I'll be here." He smiled and dipped a strawberry in a bowl of whipped cream. I was laying on the bed and he laid beside me.
"Are you trying to romance me, Mr. Bautista?" I smirked at him. "Why yes, yes I am Ms. Jimenez." He smirked back and fed me the strawberry. He's so sweet. I ate half of it and he ate the rest. "You have some cream on your lip. Let me get it." His smirk was now all freaky looking. He turned my head to him and kissed me. As we kissed, he got on top of me and I felt that bulge thing in his pants. That was kinda creepy.
I've actually felt that before. With Jeff, strangely, plenty of times. Like this one time where I was on his lap and I was drunk. We started kissing and he started feeling on me, and then I felt it. Since I was drunk, or at least that's what I'm blaming this on, I asked him what the hell it was. He was drunk, too. He just grinned and said some shit like that's how much he wants me, or something. He went on to say some shit about how he'll have me screaming in Spanish if he gets me in bed. Now you see why I say that Jeff's only interested in me for my ass.
Wait, why in the hell am I thinking about Jeff's hardness, when Dave, my boyfriend, is on top of me? I know this sounds crazy, but I think I'm cheating on Dave with Jeff. Well, mentally I am. He was now unbuttoning his shirt. Once the shirt was gone, the wife beater was now being taken off. When he grabbed my t-shirt and started pulling it up, I stopped him. "What's wrong?" He said as he looked down at me.
"Dave, I really can't do this. I'm not ready." I gave him a weak smile. He smiled back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He got up and went to the couch in the room. He was faking like he was alright. I could tell he was completely pissed about that. "I'm really sorry, sweetie. Don't be mad." I was standing by the couch. "How can I be mad? I told you, I'll wait for you." He smiled and pulled me into his huge arms.
After we watched an hour of South Park, I decided to go to my room. My sisters missed the PPV, but they're here now. I'm sharing a room with one of my look-a-likes, Kim.
-Dave's POV-
Here I am again, with another ring rat. Cheating on my girlfriend. Damn, I've got to stop this. Wait, tonight I had her right where I wanted her. She said she wanted romance. Champagne and strawberries, now that's romantic. But she wasn't feeling it. And she got me started, so I had to finish, right? What can I say, I like sex.