November, 1998: The L Word

Bad Ass Billy Gunn stood as still as he could, admiring his own physique in the full-length mirror. He flexed his pectoral muscles carefully, nodding at their shape underneath his skin. Though he hadn't wrestled or worked out in a few weeks, he was pleased to see that his body maintained its cut and firmness.

"Perfection!" Road Dogg proclaimed loudly as he entered their shared locker room, taking Billy by the waist and turning him around so that his back was to the mirror, and they themselves were face-to-face.

"Although...those shorts could be a bit shorter," he remarked, pulling the ring trunks up just a bit more, so that the bottom third of Billy's butt cheeks peeked out. "There we go."

Gunn threw his head back and laughed, craning his neck so that he could look at his reflection.

"You're an idiot," he chuckled affectionately, pulling out of Jesse James' embrace, and turning so that the other man now stood in front of the mirror.

"And what about you?" he asked, locking his arms around his friend's middle. "When are you going to update your ring gear to something more appropriate for your charms?"

Road Dogg rolled his eyes, this time sliding out of Gunn's embrace. "Please. Your name is 'Mr. Ass,' so we have to show them your ass. I, on the other hand, can't come out on TV with the name 'Mr. Cock.' The ladies and gentlemen of the WWF wouldn't be able to handle it."

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

"Aaannnnddd, I'm pretty sure my dick is bigger than yours."

"Fuck you."

The New Age Outlaws shared a smile, winking at their reflections in the mirror before resuming their preparations.

They had a match coming up later tonight, and fooling around beforehand wasn't going to do them any favors. Post-match shenanigans were guaranteed, of course, but they vowed never to take care of business beforehand after that near-loss a few weeks ago.

Apparently, having multiple orgasms before a wrestling match was a bad thing.

Still, as he changed into his ring gear, Road Dogg couldn't help but stare at Billy. The man really was perfect: physically, without question, and everyone could see that; but his heart and soul were perfect too, and only Jesse knew that part of him. He couldn't get enough of the man, and, so far, it had been the most satisfying relationship he'd ever had in his life...in many ways.

"Stop staring at me!" Billy Gunn laughed, walking over to Road Dogg and shaking him by the shoulders. "If you want something, just tell me." He smiled suggestively. "I mean, I can think of a few things that we could do before we face the Headbangers...things that rhyme with truck. Or duck. Or luck..."

Jesse James shook his head and smiled. "Buddy, I don't want much...I just got two words for you." He took a step back, grabbed both of Billy's hands, and intertwined their fingers. Gunn looked at him with a quizzical expression.

"Kiss me."

Mr. Ass was really confused now. "Wait, what? Seriously?" He laughed incredulously. "Just kiss you?"

Road Dogg pouted, tilting his head to the side. "Not just kiss me, but really kiss me. Kiss me like you really mean it."

There was a short pause, and Jesse James figured that he might as well get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, man, but I'm breaking the rules and falling in love with you."

"For real?" Gunn asked, beautiful eyes wide, looking down at their clasped hands. "Seriously?"

"For real. I mean, it can all go to shit at any moment, I know. But right now, I just feel like-"

Before he could even finish, Billy Gunn had pressed his lips against Road Dogg's, ending the conversation positively and definitively.

"I love you too," Billy breathed, before pressing their lips together once more. "Fuck it, I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you, if you want."

Road Dogg felt his heart catch in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it back down.

"That sounds good," he answered with a smile, leaning into a kiss once more, loving the feeling of Billy's strong body pressed against his own.

It was all way too mushy for him, but if he held his breath, he swore he could feel their hearts beating in sync.

"Alright, enough of this," Jesse James pronounced, taking a step back and holding up his hands. "Why don't we stop playing around, and you get to 'powerbombing' me or something."

Billy Gunn laughed once more. "God damn, I'm so happy that I get to use the big 'L' word with you now!" He clasped his hands together comically, batting his eyelashes as he stood on one leg.

"I love fucking you silly, Jesse James," he intoned in a high pitched voice that made Road Dogg fall over with his own cackling laughter. "I also love being fucked silly by you. I love that you're my tag team partner...inside, and outside of the ring."

Jesse James smiled sheepishly, remembering fondly that, while he'd been the one to initiate the relationship, Billy Gunn has been the one to keep them together. The man had his back like no one else had in his life.

"But most of all," the older man finished, barely able to continue through his grin, "I love you, Jesse James."

"Whatever," Road Dogg laughed, although he was smiling just as much. "I love you too, Mr. Bad Ass Billy Gunn.

"Now get over here, and let's kick this thing doggie style!"

I love me some New Age Outlaws!

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