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“Christian, babe, I know you’re upset about losing the title, but can we just talk for a second?” Adam followed Christian into the hotel room, letting the door slam behind him. There was nothing he hated more than upsetting his boyfriend, his best friend. Especially when it came to their job. Turning around to give him a sour look, Christian went to say something but thought it best to not say anything. He was always taught that ‘if you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything’. He shook his head, plopping down on the foot of the bed to remove his shoes.

“You know I wouldn’t purposely do anything to hurt or upset you!” Adam pleaded, trying to get Christian to hear him out, “we went into that match knowing that it was going to end that way! I don’t understand why you’re so upset-“

“No, of course you don’t!”

Hearing his boyfriend suddenly shout and stand up, Adam took a few steps back in shock. Was he really that upset about it?

“Because you don’t think! All that’s in your head is ‘oh I have to win that title no matter what!’ You didn’t stop to use your brain that ‘hmm maybe kicking the man I love repeatedly in the dick isn’t the way to do that’-“

“Christian please, you’re blowing this out of proportion-“

“And not only that! You then decide to use that spiky crutch of yours to hurt me even more! What are you, a fucking sadist?!”

Adam stayed silent, knowing that Christian was right, really. He didn’t technically have to hurt him in that way. To humiliate him in front of their friends, fans, and family.

“Babe, I’m. I’m really sorry. You’re right, I didn’t have to do that. I just wanted to put out a good show for everyone watching. But that doesn’t mean hurting you was right. I can’t apologise enough for what I did to you tonight. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Biting his lip, Christian thought for a moment. Yeah he was upset about that night's events. Really upset. But he figured he should at least allow Adam to try and make him feel better. An idea popped into his head. Slightly devious, but it was something he felt that could make it better.

“You can start by getting on your knees.” He instructed, unbuckling his belt. If Adam wanted to make it better, he was going to have to stop talking and use his mouth for something else first. Normally, the tables were turned. It wasn’t usually that Adam would go down on his partner but he had a feeling tonight would be different. Sinking down to the floor he watched as Christian stepped forward to his face. His trousers slipped down his hairy legs, underwear briefs following shortly after. He placed his hands on Adam’s shoulders to steady himself as he stepped out of them, kicking the clothes to the other side of the room with a gentle thud against the wall. Moving one hand to the back of Adam’s head and the other around his now hard, leaking cock, he looked down with dark eyes.

“Open. Your mouth.” He demanded, voice husky with a newfound dominance that Adam had not heard before. Without allowing Christian to repeat himself, he dove in, lips stretched around his boyfriends member, licking the tip as he moved with his thrusts. A deep groan slipped out of Christian’s lips as he enjoyed the warm, wet sensation of pleasure. There was no one who could melt away his pain and tension like Adam could. Some people came close, his previous girlfriend being a great contender. But there was no denying that Adam knew him better than anyone. And he certainly knew how to suck him off right. His fingers were tangled in Adam’s still damp hair, encouraging him to take in more of his cock. Gasping as he felt his boyfriends calloused hand cup his balls, fondling them gently. The mixed sensations were almost too much to handle as he began to feel his orgasm approaching quicker than he expected, his breathing becoming heavier. He stepped away, letting Adam slip off with a satisfying pop! and a confused look.

Without a word, he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and motioned Adam to come closer.

“You can…use your mouth for…something else, can’t you?” He purred, trying to catch his breath. Adam’s eyes lit up as he connected the dots, sliding his tongue effortlessly into his boyfriend. Christian moaned louder than he expected as he felt Adam’s tongue begin to slide in and out of his tight asshole. His back arched towards the bed, ass pushing out closer to try and get more. It had been a while since he and Adam had gone down this road and he missed this feeling so bad. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead as the feeling of being tongue-fucked was once again building up his orgasm. It made him so happy that Adam couldn’t care less about his body hair. He definitely had more going on than his partner. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for so long that it just was to be expected. He was shaken out of his train of thought when he felt the rough hairs of Adam’s beard brush up against his surprisingly soft ass cheeks, and his hands keeping them spread apart to ensure easy access to his now red, gaped hole. Christian let out high pitched moans as Adam flicked his tongue just at the entrance before sucking hard. He popped off, looking down at his gaping asshole, ready to be filled up. It seemed the events of the night had been forgiven when Christian turned to face him, muttering out a desperate ‘fuck me’.

Adam wasted no time in removing his clothes, quickly lining his leaking cock it with Christians asshole. The hair around was wet with saliva and sweat, sticking to his skin. He spat to help with lubrication, watching it completely miss the head of his cock and slipping into Christians hole. There was something so exciting about seeing it drop in so easily that Adam plunged his cock in balls deep, almost as if he was trying to catch his spit. The feeling of suddenly being filled was so intense that both men let out a cry of pleasure as Adam made quick work of snapping his hips forward repeatedly. Adam gripped Christian’s hips to keep him steady, kneeling on the bed behind him. They both let out loud moans as their orgasms approached quickly, barely giving them anytime to enjoy the act of having sex after a long evening.

“Oh fuck, baby…” Adam whined, “I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Cum inside me…”

With a gasp, Adam let it all out. His hot cum quickly filled up inside Christian who came at the same time, running down his legs. They both rode it out, their hips still working with each other before Adam slipped out, collapsing forward next to his heaving boyfriend. They shuffled closer together and up the bed to enjoy a well deserved snuggle. Sharing a sweet kiss, they lay intertwined in each other's arms.

"Are you kidding me?" Christian screeches. He peers at the hole where the knob used to be and groans. "Dude! You couldn't wait another minute?"

"Hey, it's not me standing all buck nude in front of the mirror doing god knows what," Edge retorts. He squints at his best friend. "Were you jerking off?"

"Even if I were, which I wasn't, I'm hardly in the mood now for that," Christian shoots back, irritated. "Man, sometimes I really hate you and your fat ass."

"You're just jealous you've never grown an ass." Edge makes himself comfortable sitting on the toilet with its lid down and towels his hair. "Hey, you might as well finish your shower. I'll see if I can break down the door."

"Dude, we'll get in trouble for that! And we're already on thin ice with the big man for that stunt we pulled."

Even as he's grumbling, Christian heads back into the shower with conditioner in hand. He likes having long hair for wrestling, but caring for it is a pain in the neck. He'll cut it short when time comes. Right now it's nice to match with Edge. Besides, his best friend is great at blowing his hair dry and gives great head massages to boot.

Edge dumps his damp towel on the toilet seat cover and squats down to examine the lock. The wood is already splintered and the door slightly dented.

Christian is applying conditioner to his hair when his gaze is caught by Edge's butt. It's not meaty or big like Rikishi's truly substantial ass, but for a tall guy, Edge has a pretty nice one. Christian stares, mesmerized by the play of strong muscles and smooth skin as Edge shifts his weight to his left. It's not all tanned skin, though; there's a clear line delineating the brown skin above the hip and the milk-white skin below.

"Hey," Edge says.

Christian almost fumbles the bottle of conditioner. "What?"

"We may be stuck till morning when it's time to check out." Edge stands and puts his hands on his hips, filling up half the tiny bathroom by merely existing. He turns around and narrows his eyes at Christian. "You okay? You're just standing there."

"What? Uh, yeah. I was listening to you is all." Christian hastily puts the bottle on the floor and turns the water on. "Jesus! Water's gone cold fast."

"You're such a wimp," Edge laughs. He stands and gets into the shower with Christian, wincing a little until the water heats up again. "Stop scrubbing with your fingers, for chrissakes. That's how you get tangles."

Christian slowly lowers his hands as Edge proceeds to help wash his hair, gently combing it out with his fingers. Then, once he's sure the conditioner is rinsed out, he turns Christian around to face him and starts massaging his strong fingertips into Christian's scalp.

"Ngggh. Feels nice," Christian mutters, his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips.

"Yeah? That's cuz you're still relaxed from the hot water." Suddenly, Edge realizes he can't tear his gaze away from his friend's lips. They look soft. He really wants to know how soft they are.

That's stupid, he thinks, feeling heat creep up his neck. He's my best friend, for chrissakes.

But the mouth is so pink and wet from the shower...

Edge stops resisting. He leans in and kisses Christian.

"Jesus H Christ!" Christian jolts like he's been electrocuted. It unbalances him and his arms flail about for a second before he slips forward and crashes into Edge, who staggers back a step to land against the wall, and while one of his hands grab his friend's shoulder, the other lands on Edge's ass.

So that's how it feels like, Christian marvels. And then he looks up at Edge, and suddenly he lets go.

"Um."

"Uh. Yeah."

"Bet there's someone on the other side of this wall." Edge pounds on the wall with his fist.

Christian grins awkwardly. "I'd put a towel on before I start asking for help. Don't wanna give them the wrong impression, you know."