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Sean came running into one of the locker rooms and closed the door behind himself, his face flushed from the fight and running around the arena. The other guys gave a slight laugh at him and some congratulated him on his victory. He still couldn’t believe it, he had just pinned the Razor Ramon in his first ever televised match for the WWF. He was ecstatic, but at the same time terrified, Razor wouldn’t take that well at all and he was probably looking to kill Sean right now.

With that in mind he ran to the showers, he had to go back to the hotel as soon as possible to try and escape the undoubtedly furious cuban that was after him. As the water covered his body he couldn’t help but think about the match, the way Razor had manhandled him easily throughout the entire thing, how his body felt against Sean’s slimmer form and… fuck now really wasn’t the time for his crush on the older man to show it’s face. Shaking his head to try and rid himself from the thoughts of the bigger wrestler, he scrubbed himself as fast as possible and made his way out of the bathroom. 

Kid was still too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice that the once loud locker room had turned deathly silent. He went to grab his clothes from his gear bag when suddenly the deep voice of the Bad Guy reached him: “Hello Chico , enjoying your victory?”. Sean whipped around to come face to face with a very pissed off Razor Ramon, and to add to his bad luck it seemed that the cuban had scattered the rest of the locker room, leaving the two of them alone.

Razor was still in his gear and was chewing on a toothpick, his body still sweaty from the match. Sean felt extremely vulnerable in only his towel and gave a step back, further caging himself between the Bad Guy and the wall. He looked at the door that was just behind Razor, he could try and make a run for it, but the room wasn’t wide enough and he was still tired from the match. Razor seemed to sense Kid giving up on running and stepped closer flicking his toothpick onto Sean's face.

“Good, I thought I would have to continue chasing you. But good to know you’re not as stupid as you seem.” Razor laughed at that as if it was the funniest thing in the world and then his face went serious again. “Now you see, I really don’t like being made into a fool, and that’s exactly what you did out there chico .” The Bad Guy was now right in his personal space, his smell intoxicating as he towered over him. And really this was definitely not the right time to be only in his towel. Razor continued talking, but Sean couldn’t really pay attention to him because he was too busy trying not to fantasize about the man right in front of him.

His train of thought was brought to an end when he suddenly felt a slap on his cheek, it wasn’t a particularly hard slap, more aimed at calling his attention than actually hurting him, but it got the intended effect. He looked up into Razor’s eyes and could sense a shift in them, but he couldn’t quite place what had changed. “Are you listening to me chico ?” Apparently Sean’s eyes were enough of an answer, because before he could open his mouth Razor continued talking.  

“I think I need to find a way of making you pay attention, huh? What do you think?” Razor was smiling at him like the cat that finally got the canary right where he wanted it, and Sean found himself nodding along to what the Bad Guy was saying without even realizing. “Yes, that's what I thought. Now de rodillas .” Sean didn’t really understand what Razor said, but when he felt his large hands pushing on his shoulder, he got a pretty good idea.

Now kneeling in front of the Bad Guy, Sean felt like he was looking up at a Greek god. A very well endowed Greek god, if the tent he saw in Razor’s gear was any indication of size. “ Buen chico ” said the larger wrestler as he ran his hands through Kid’s hair, holding it tightly once he got to the back of his head. “Now open up” Sean did exactly as asked, while Razor pulled his dick out from his trunks.

Kid couldn’t help but stare, Razor was big… Now this wasn’t Sean’s first time with a man, but he had never been with a guy quite this big. Razor was probably around 6 inches and very thick, with a large vein running down the underside of his dick. Sean didn’t have much time to appreciate it though as Razor plunged himself inside his willing mouth. 

Razor groaned deeply as he slowly thrust into the younger wrestler’s lips. Sean gripped onto the cuban’s strong thighs and tried his best to relax as his mouth was stretched incredibly wide. Soon enough his nose was furrowed into Razor’s thick pubic hair and the larger wrestler’s cock was hitting the back of his throat, Sean tried his best, breathing through his nose and smelling Razor’s thick scent, but every thrust would make him gag.

 “Fuck chico , that’s it.” Razor’s head was thrown back as he moaned and thrust his hip into the other man’s mouth. Every once in a while he would look down and lock eyes with the wrestler underneath him, the Kid’s pupils were blown wide, tears streamed down his eyes and droll leaked from his mouth. Sean swallowed around the thick cock stretching his lips and couldn’t help but moan every once in a while.

Razor suddenly pulled out. “Fuck chico , get up. I need to fuck you now!” Sean didn’t need to be told twice, he was up in seconds. Razor had taken one of the oils the wrestlers used for their bodies and was coating his fingers in it. “Turn around, come on.” Sean braced himself on the wall and waited.

“Look at this cute little ass.” As the cuban said that he groped Kid’s ass and entered one of his fingers into his hole. Sean couldn’t help the moan that left his mouth, Razor’s thick and rough finger plunged deep into him and soon enough a second one followed. Razor was very diligent with his stretching, scissoring his fingers slowly as he kissed Sean’s neck and shoulder. In no time Sean turned into a whimpering moaning mess. “Please, I need you… need more… please.”

Razor chuckled darkly. “Yeah, you’re just a little cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” Sean just moaned and nodded his head no longer able to form coherent sentences. “Don’t worry, the Bad Guy will take good care of you.” And with those words Razor pulled his fingers out of Sean and plunged his slick shaft into him. 

“Yes! Fuck!” Sean all but screamed as he felt the thick cock enter him. “God chico , you’re so tight!” Razor groaned into his ear as he set a deep and brutal pace. Razor’s large and rough hand then slapped Sean’s ass, leaving a red handprint at its wake, Sean moaned deeply at that. “You like it huh? Like when I treat you rough?” Sean whined in response which prompted Razor to grab a fistfull of Kid’s hair and tug his head back. “Answer me, do you like being my needy little whore.” Sean moaned and nodded his head frantically. “Yes… fuck… please touch me… please.” 

Razor laughed at Sean’s needy tone, the younger wrestler was hard, had been since Razor had first crowded him, and that made him proud of the effect he was having on the boy. Maybe they could make this a regular occurrence. “You want me to touch you?” Sean once again nodded a cacophony of yes, please and moans leaving his mouth. Razor licked the boy’s neck, tasting him before whispering in his ear. “Then say ‘please papi’” Sean choked on a whine before whimpering. “Please papi… touch me.”

“Who am I to deny such a pretty little thing?” Razor said as he gripped Sean’s cock with his large calloused hand. He set about jerking the Kid off with the same rhythm he was thrusting into the wrestler’s willing body. 

He could feel himself getting closer and by the sounds of it so was Sean. “Come for me baby.” Razor whispered in the Kid’s ear and unable to hold any longer Sean came all over the older man’s hand and his own chest and abs. Sean fell bonelessly on the wall, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of his orgasm wrecked through him. Razor came soon after, shooting his seed inside the Kid as he felt the younger wrestler’s orgasm from within.

Razor pulled out and heard the Kid whine at the loss, he chuckled and watched as some of his seed dripped down his thighs. With a light tap at the young wrestler’s ass he leaned into the boneless body and whispered in his ears. “I’ll see you around chico .”

Kid had been staring at himself in front of the mirror for the last few minutes, scrutinizing every single little detail. His singlet was pulled down enough to where he could see his stomach, he prodded it, frowning at the softness and wondered, not for the first time, if maybe he should start using roids like some of the other guys, maybe then he would look more manly. As he wondered, he stared at his arms, “thin” was the only word he could think to describe them. 

His focus went from his body to his face, his eyebrows had grown back, but they were thinner now. He scratched his chin, maybe he should try to grow his beard? But maybe Vince wouldn’t appreciate it if he did, the last time he talked to his boss about changing his appearance Mcmahon had blown him off saying that the reason why people liked to watch him was because he looked young. He let out a heavy sigh. Yeah, young and weak.

“What’s bothering you Kid?” Sean startled at Scott’s rough voice, he had forgotten he was sharing the room with the older man. “Nothing, just thinking.” Scott hummed as he got closer, wrapping his strong arms across Sean’s middle and resting his chin on Kid’s shoulder. They stared at each other through the mirror, none of them moving. “If it was nothing you wouldn’t be frowning.” Scotty started to leave small kisses on Sean’s neck as a way of coxing a response from the younger man. Sean let out a slight giggle when Scott’s stubbled chin rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.

Scott had a way of calming Sean and making him feel better that should be commended. “I was just thinking about my looks, you know… I just don’t think I look good for a wrestler… is all.” Scotty stopped his trail of kisses and looked at Kid through the mirror once again. Sean lowered his eyes, not bearing to keep eye contact with Scott. It was a stupid reason to be sad after all. The older man gently grabbed Sean’s face and angled it so that they were once again looking at each other’s eyes. Scott's intense stare was making Sean a little nervous, maybe he shouldn’t have told the truth…

“I see.” Scott replied with a thoughtful voice. “Can you tell me what you think is wrong with the way you look?” The older man said, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind Sean’s ear, drawing a moan from the younger wrestler. Kid closed his eyes and started to open his mouth to reply, but Scott stopped him. “Tsk, tsk, I want you to keep looking in the mirror as you tell me. Can you do that for me?” Kid nodded his head, Scott tsked once again. “Be a good boy and use your words.” Kid gulped, his arousal growing by the second. “Yes, I… I can do it.”

“Good, now go on.” Kid breathed in deeply, Scott had started to gently stroke his abdomen which was making it really hard to concentrate. “I… my arms, they are really thin and...” Sean’s explanation was cut off by him moaning, Scott had taken his biceps and started to kiss them, first one arm then the other. And Sean was magnetized by the view in the mirror and the sensation of the older man’s lips on him. “What else?” Scott asked, still caressing Sean’s arms. “My… fuck… my face…” Scott kissed his cheek “What about it?” “It doesn’t look mainly…” Another moan. “Maybe I should grow a beard?” Scott started to kiss and nibble at Sean’s jaw “It would look really hot… But I also like how you look now.” 

“Yeah?” Scotty hummed. “Yeah I like it very much.” Sean was trembling now, watching Scott trail him with kisses was driving away all his worries. “My stomach too… it’s not as defined…” Sean managed to get out through moans. As expected Scotty's attention then shifted to his abdomen, he rubbed his large hands over Kid’s stomach and his sides, trailing his fingers over each one of  Sean’s ribs. “Um… What about your chest?” Sean sighted as he answered. “Yeah there too.” And Scott started to grope his pecs and pinch his nipples. Sean was completely out of it by now, rubbing himself against Scott, his ass at the perfect height to rub against Scotty’s cock. 

Scott let out a growl when Sean’s firm ass rubbed against him and nipped at Kid’s ear lobe. “Someone is being naughty.” He whispered in Sean’s ear, earning him a moan and a whimper when he bit into Kid’s neck. “Good thing I like naughty boys.” Scott lowered Kid’s gear until it was pooling on the floor and searched his jeans for the lube he had stashed there earlier. He popped the cap open and drizzled some of it on his fingers, rubbing them together in order to warm them up. “Please… Scotty… need you inside now…” Scott lined his fingers with Sean’s entrance and started to prepare him slowly. “Patience, baby.” As he stretched Sean he continued trailing kisses all over him.

Finally he took his fingers out of Sean and lubed himself up, slowly sinking into his boy. They moaned in unison once Scott bottomed out. “Move… please.” Sean said with a whine, closing his eyes due to pleasure. Scott slapped Sean’s ass lightly. “Keep your eyes open and on the mirror. I want you to see what a pretty picture you make when you’re getting fucked.” Sean’s moan was so loud Scott worried they would get a noise complaint. 

He started at a slow, but steady pace. Sean arched his back using one hand to hold Scott's hair as the older wrestler kissed his neck and his other hand was now intertwined with Scott’s on his stomach. Scotty was right, the view in the mirror was really hot. Scott stopped his kissing to rest his head on Kid’s shoulder, they made eye contact through the mirror and every modicon of self control Scott had managed to hold onto was thrown completely out the window.

His pace quickened, his trusts becoming hard and rough forcing Sean forward so now both his hands were splayed across the mirror. Scotty was now holding his hip with one hand while the other hand had made its way to his neck, holding his head up. The change in pace also made it so every trust from Scott was now hitting his prostate, causing him to moan louder and louder each time. “Look at you, such a pretty little thing… taking me so well.” Scott growled into Sean’s ear. “Fuck… Scotty don’t stop…” Scott's hand went from Sean’s neck to his cock as he started to jerk the younger man off. “Look at you, I want you to see how pretty you look when you cum… keep your eyes open… come on.”

Sean was almost delirious, meeting every thrust with one of his own. He looked like a complete mess now, sweat covering his entire body and some of Scotty’s bites starting to bruise, but God did he look hot, they looked hot and it didn’t take long for him to cum. He tried to keep his eyes on the mirror, but his orgasm was too strong and his eyes rolled back. 

Scott didn’t last much longer after Sean came, the younger man’s walls spasming against him and his scream of ecstasy driving Scott to completion. He held Kid for a moment neither one moving. Sean was now leaning all his weight against the mirror, his face squashed against it as he caught his breath. Scott pulled out and slowly maneuvered Sean to the bed, going into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and clean them both and the mirror as best as he could.