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guen_stuff) wrote2004-12-02 12:39 pm
guen_stuff) wrote2004-12-02 12:39 pm
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Wrestling slash fic - Matt Hardy/Shane McMahon. NC-17
Probably the longest thing I've written so far. Smut. ^_^
Title: Hardcore Infatuation
Author: Guenhwyvar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matt Hardy/Shane McMahon
Distribution: Sure, just ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing. Pity.
Notes: Many thanks to Nishia for thinking up the scenario, and letting me get to grips with two of her favourite guys. Here they are. *wink*
Shane McMahon hummed quietly to himself as he strolled into the locker room, nodding hello to several of the guys. It was pay-per-view night, and most of the stars from both Raw and Smackdown were present. He dumped his bag on the nearest free bench and took a look round the room. He'd been working on Raw for the last couple of months, building up a feud with Chris Jericho that would cumulate tonight in a Hardcore match. It had been a good laugh, Chris was fun to work with, and they'd cut some great promos trading insults. But he missed catching up with the friends he had on the Smackdown crew.
His eye was caught by a figure at the side of the room. Matt Hardy - one of the main reasons Shane missed the Smackdown crew. He'd had what he was fairly sure was a crush on the elder Hardy for quite some time. There was just something about him that piqued Shane's interest, more so since he'd made the jump to being a singles competitor. He'd really grown into his character and gained in confidence - and he was definitely looking more muscular than when Shane had seen him last. Somebody sure had been working out lately.
He was talking with Shannon, presumably about the young cruiserweight's title match later that night. Shane couldn't resist looking him over slowly. Slightly baggy black jeans that hugged his hips and ass, and a slinky fitted black shirt that was almost opaque, allowing Shane to make out the definition of the muscle lines on his torso, and the darker outline of his nipples. His black hair was curly and loose, falling forward in long ringlets around his face.
He looked positively delicious.
Shane sighed to himself. For all that most of the guys accepted him, even thought he wasn't really a full-time competitor, he was still the boss's son. While he was fairly sure his father was aware of his preferences when it came to relationships, he would most certainly be extremely disapproving if he caught Shane 'fraternising' with any of his employees. Though not the utter asshole he portrayed on TV, Vince McMahon was the boss, the top dog, the man in control; and he expected his son to be the same.
Momentarily lost in his thoughts, Shane almost didn't register when Matt unexpectedly glanced up as the door opened, very nearly looking right at him. Shane shook his head, and decided it might to be a good time to get ready for his own match. It wouldn't do for him to get caught ogling.
Turning round, Shane found himself eye to eye with a grinning Kurt Angle.
"Checking somebody out, were we?" said the Olympian, trying to suppress a laugh.
"What makes you say that?" asked Shane in mock innocence.
"Oh, come on man, I saw you. Three guesses I can tell you who it was, too."
Shane grinned. He'd been friends with Kurt since he'd joined the company, and he was a nice guy. Unfortunately, he had a knack for knowing people entirely too well, including Shane. Knowing Kurt would only tease him non-stop until he got a response, Shane decided to 'fess up.
"So? Can't I check out a good-looking guy?"
Kurt put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Sure, far be it from me to stop you, he sure has been looking real nice lately. He's been working out harder, picked up a lot more confidence. I tell you, if I wasn't already spoken for…"
"Don't let your boyfriend hear you say that." said Shane, chuckling.
Kurt grinned back.
"So, you going to ask him out?"
Shane elbowed the Olympian playfully in the ribs. "Shut up Kurt, or I'll tell the old man what you and Brock got up to in his office."
***
"Matt? Matt, are you listening to me?" huffed Shannon, waving a hand impatiently in front of his friend's face.
"Uh, yeah, sorry Shan… I was just…"
"Drooling over Shane again?" Interrupted the young cruiserweight, a slight smirk on his face. "I don't know why you just don't go and talk to the guy."
Matt couldn't help blushing a little. He had been checking out the elder McMahon sibling. Again. He'd had a bit of a crush on Shane for ages - what he wouldn't give to find out what he kept hidden under that shirt.
"Shan! He's the boss's son for God's sake. Its not like I can just walk up to him and ask if he wants to hook up."
"Then stop ogling. At least when we're supposed to be going over your run-in for my match."
Matt smiled at him. Shannon was doing his best to look indignant, standing there with his arms folded. It didn't work in the least, and they both laughed.
"Sorry, Shan. I'll try and keep my mind on the job."
"Good."
***
Matt did manage to keep his mind on the task at hand, and Shannon's match went off as planned. However, as he walked back to the locker room he couldn't help but notice that Shane and Chris were next up.
"Matt, I'm gonna get out of my gear and go meet the others for a drink. You coming?" asked Shannon, digging around in his bag.
"No, I think I'll probably head straight back to the hotel." Said Matt, his eyes straying momentarily to the TV monitor in the corner, showing Shane making his entrance to the ring.
"Okay, then, I'll see you later."
Matt waited until Shannon had left before settling himself comfortably on a bench in front of the TV. He would be heading right back to the hotel - after Shane's match.
What a match it was. It spilled all over the arena, from the ring to the isle, and into the crowd. They fought backstage and into the women's locker room, where they stumbled upon Stacy in the showers, who promptly screamed. This brought Test and Steiner running who kicked them both out before they carried on brawling. It went off fine, except they'd accidentally managed to knock one of the showers on in the course of the fight and they both got drenched.
It had made things slightly more difficult for them, as Chris had decided that his black PVC pants were appropriate attire for a Hardcore match, except that when they'd got wet they also got all slippery. Chris had slipped right out of Shane's grip several times.
Shane trudged back from the parking lot, where the match had eventually ended. He was soaked. His blue shirt was saturated and clinging to him like a second skin, his jeans felt heavy, his hair was a mess. However, he was very pleased with the way the match had gone, and still buzzed with adrenaline. He headed for the locker room to dry off, glad that there was only one more match on the card that night. It meant most of the guys would probably be heading off already, so the locker room was nearly empty. The only other person there was Chris, who'd managed to get back ahead of him, and who seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Shane leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms, watching with amusement. Chris was trying to dress and pack at the same time, long wet blonde curls flying everywhere.
"What's the hurry, Chris?" Jericho jumped.
"Wha..? Oh.. Shane…sorry man, terrific match…sorry…I have a date.." He flustered, tugging on his jeans. Shane chuckled. For all his arrogant heel persona, Chris could fuss terribly sometimes.
"Hey, slow down, take a breath. We didn't overrun by that much, they won't have given up on you just yet, will they?"
Chris stopped, and took a deep slow breath. "No. No they won't." He smiled to himself.
"Who is it that's got you so excited, anyway?"
The blond blushed. "Rob." He said quietly, his smile growing even bigger. Shane couldn't help but grin back. Chris and Rob had been dancing around each other for months.
"It's about bloody time."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Said Chris, shoving the rest of his things into his bag. "Catch you later!" He called over his shoulder as he headed out the door. Shane shook his head at Chris's obvious enthusiasm. He pulled a towel out of his own bag and started to peel off his wet shirt.
***
Matt shoved his bags into the boot of his rental car and slammed it shut, a little harder than he'd meant to. Truth be told, he was feeling just a little worked up. As if Shane didn't look good enough to begin with, seeing him getting soaked in the shower like that, the way his shirt clung to him giving away just a little of the body underneath…
He shook his head. It had to have been the hottest thing he'd seen in a long time. So much so that he was going to have to spend some 'quality time' with himself when he got back to the hotel, judging by the ache in his groin. He'd have to cover himself with his coat on the way through the lobby.
His coat. He'd left it back in the locker room. Sighing in mild annoyance, Matt turned on his heel and headed back inside. Hoping nobody would notice his 'predicament', he quickly made his way backstage. Luckily only the ring crew seemed to be about now, and they were all busy dismantling things. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Matt reached the main locker room.
He swung the door open, and stopped dead in his tracks.
There was the man who'd been on his mind all night, still wet from the impromptu shower, only now he was shirtless, towel in hand. Sure, Matt had seen plenty of guys wearing far less in the locker room, many of them very attractive, but this was different. Something he'd often fantasised about seeing was right in front of him. He couldn't help but stare.
Shane had a body that many of the guys would be jealous of, he clearly worked out often and hard. His muscles were well defined under smooth, lightly tanned skin. It was a stunning contrast to his boyish features. Tiny beads of water were running down his torso, and his dark hair was wet and mussed. He was beautiful, Matt could simply think of no other word for him. He felt his already hard arousal twitch in appreciation.
Matt was still standing motionless in the doorway when he realised Shane was looking at him, a quirky smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"Are you going to come in, or stand there in the doorway?" He asked. Matt blushed a little, and shut the door behind him. Rather quickly, Shane noticed.
"Uh, sorry…. I thought everyone else had left already."
Well, what an opportunity. Matt had just been getting a good eyeful of him, and enjoying it, judging by the bulge that was making itself obvious in the front of his jeans. Shane licked his lower lip unconsciously. It was starting to look very much like his evening was about to get even better. He felt a flush of heat run through him. Matt looked so good, was definitely interested, and they were all alone in an empty locker room. Resisting a sudden urge to just grab the dark-haired Hardy and kiss him, and despite the fact that he was rapidly getting hard, Shane forced himself to play it cool.
Slowly and never taking his eyes from Matt's, Shane continued rubbing the towel over his head, messing his hair even more.
"Forget something?" He asked, trying not entirely successfully to sound casual.
"Uh, yeah…my jacket," replied Matt, his voice just a little breathless. But he made no move to get his coat. Shane took a deep breath. If he made a move now, there was still the possibility that Matt might freak out and run, but then again, if he didn't…. He dropped the towel. Then slowly, he let his hands drift down over his stomach to rest at the waistband of his jeans.
Matt's brilliant hazel eyes were locked with his, and his breathing was heavier.
The sound of Shane undoing his belt seemed abnormally loud in the quiet room. He popped open the top button, then paused.
"Something else you wanted?" His voice was almost a whisper, low and seductive. It left Matt in no doubt as to what he was really asking, and his eyes widened momentarily. The dark-haired Hardy leaned back against the wall, exhaled a long slow breath, and let his gaze roam over Shane's body once more, taking in every plane and curve of sexy muscle.
"I think there might be." He said. Hell, if Shane was offering, he was damn well accepting.
Shane's lips curved up into a sexy smile, as he resumed unbuttoning his jeans, unable to stifle a small gasp as the pressure on his now fully hard cock was suddenly eased. Matt never took his eyes off him as he dropped the damp denim to the floor and kicked it to the side. Now he was down to just a pair of visibly tented black boxers.
"So…" he offered, a mock innocence obvious in his tone, dark eyes alight.
The younger man grinned at him. "So…?"
"You want to have some fun?"
"I've always wanted to have some fun with you, Shane."
Shane licked his lips, delight in his eyes. "You'd better lock the door, then,"
Matt's grin grew even wider; reaching out for the lock and clicking it shut. This was far better than anything he'd imagined.
"Anything else coming off?" He asked cheekily, nodding towards Shane's one remaining item of clothing. Shane grinned back at him, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before turning round. Very slowly and deliberately, he pushed them down, allowing a further inch of skin at a time to be exposed. Matt very nearly groaned out load as Shane revealed a firm, tightly curved ass. Unable to ignore his insistent hard-on any longer, he cupped himself through his jeans and began to stroke it, forcing himself to go slowly as Shane gradually bent over to push his boxers all the way down. He'd never have pegged Shane for a tease, but he was obviously doing just that, bent over in a way that just begged for Matt to ram his dick in his ass.
Straightening up, Shane turned back to face him, dark eyes widening briefly at the sight of Matt touching himself.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured, moving closer. Matt reached out and pulled him in, lips closing on Shane's. He kissed him deeply and thoroughly, his tongue exploring every corner of his mouth. Fuck, Shane tasted good. He felt good too, his skin was smooth and baby soft as Matt ran his hands over it. The boy wonder's own hands were busy with his shirt, blindly finding the buttons and pushing back the fabric to expose his chest, smoothing curious fingers over his skin.
With a final, soft kiss to his lips, Shane then moved to kneel in front of him, the warm touch of his hands travelling slowly downward, skimming lightly over his nipples, making them tighten.
Shane looked up at him through melting dark brown eyes.
"I want to suck you," he said softly, caressing the aching bulge in Matt's jeans, "If you want me to,"
Matt realised with a start that Shane was actually asking for his permission. He swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Yeah, I want you to."
Shane gave him a smile that made his knees weak. Matt gave a small gasp as the zip of his jeans was pulled down deliberately slowly, and his hard cock was eased free from his boxers. Shane wrapped one hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke gently.
"Fuck," hissed Matt.
Shane licked his lips and shivered slightly. Matt was packing quite a nice one, it felt wonderfully hot and hard in his hand. He leaned forward and ran his tongue lightly over the head, smearing around the pre-come that was leaking from the tip. Matt groaned loudly and let his head drop back against the wall, his eyes falling shut.
"Oh God…. Shane…" He moaned as Shane continued, wet tongue sliding slowly down his shaft and back up, lingering and licking at the tip each time. It was heaven. Shane was definitely skilled at this.
He almost lost it when Shane pulled back and blew gently on him. His dick was incredibly sensitive from Shane's attentions and wet with saliva, the soft wash of his breath over it was very nearly too much. He was so hard it was nearly painful. Shane chuckled softly.
"You like that?"
"Fuck yes… don't stop…" Groaned Matt, cupping Shane's head in his hands, urging him to continue.
Shane complied easily, sliding his mouth down as far as he could over Matt's cock and starting to suck gently, enjoying the feel and taste of it filling his mouth. Glancing up, he saw Matt gazing down at him with hooded eyes.
"God…you're good with your mouth," murmured the elder Hardy, running his hands through Shane's soft damp hair. Watching his length disappear into that hot mouth over and over. Shane made a muffled sound of approval and quickened his pace slightly, letting Matt rock his hips into his mouth. His other hand stole into his lap and started to stroke his own hard cock. Feeling Matt's dick pushing at the back of his throat, tasting his addictive flavour was just too good. He moaned low in his throat.
Matt groaned again at the sight of Shane's hand running over his own hardened flesh. The muted gasps and moans he was making were sending little shocks and ripples of pleasure down Matt's dick, adding to his arousal even more. No way was he going to last long under such exquisite sensations. Like the very idea of a naked Shane McMahon on his knees, sucking him like he was born to do nothing else wasn't enough.
He felt his balls tighten as his pleasure started to peak. His hands clenched in Shane's hair, holding him tight as he thrust hard into his mouth. Shane whimpered, pumping himself faster, feeling his own climax rushing upon him. As Matt's cock twitched in his mouth and the first spurt of come hit the back of his throat, it pushed him over the edge. He dimly heard Matt's cry of completion, his own moans muffled as he continued to pump and suck and lick, swallowing everything the other man gave him, shuddering hard as he came over his hand. He felt some of his release trickle down his thighs, shivering and whimpering as he licked Matt completely clean. He felt Matt's hands combing softly through his mussed hair, murmuring something unintelligible in his aftermath, little aftershocks still coursing through them both.
When Shane eventually pulled back, he was startled to find Matt pulling him to his feet.
Catching hold of Shane's wrist, Matt brought the other man's hand to his mouth and started to clean it with his tongue. Shane watched, wide-eyed, as he meticulously licked each finger in turn, making sure to get every last drop of Shane's essence.
"God…" He breathed.
Matt's reply was to push him hard against the locker and kiss him senseless, his tongue deep and demanding, hands roaming all over Shane's body. He was a long way from being satisfied, despite still recovering from that incredible blowjob.
Shane moaned, his own excitement starting to rise again at Matt's sudden aggression. He submitted easily, kissing him back with passion, tasting himself on Matt's tongue.
Bodies pressed close, their dicks rubbed together, growing hard again against each other.
Matt slid a hand between their bodies, stroking Shane's hard length. He drew back from the kiss to whisper close to Shane's ear.
"What do you like, baby?" He felt the other man shiver against him. "Tell me what you want."
"Want you in me," said Shane, his voice raspy.
"Mmm. You like takin'it, huh?" breathed Matt, loving the way Shane was so needy and trembling.
"Yes,"
"You want me to fuck you?"
Shane whimpered. Matt was rapidly taking charge now and it was making him harder and more desperate than he'd been in a long time.
"Mmm… yeah," He moaned, burying his face in the older Hardy's shoulder. Matt couldn't help a small chuckle. Shane was so obviously in need of a good hard fuck. He slid his hands down to cup Shane's ass, pulling him close.
"I'll fuck you, Shane. I'll fuck you real good." He murmured, before his mouth found Shane's again. He kissed him deeply once more, one inquisitive finger slipping between Shane's ass cheeks, rubbing lightly over his entrance. Shane moaned into the kiss, sliding his hands under Matt's shirt, stroking his back, pulling him as close as he could. Matt growled in response, nibbling at Shane's full lower lip. He ground his hips against the other man, rubbing their erections together and sending ripples of pleasure through them both.
"Turn around, baby. Let me get you ready."
Shane obediently turned to face the locker, bracing his forearms on it and resting his head on them. His breathing was irregular, his body erotically tense. He looked so desperate. Matt licked his lips.
Dropping to his knees, he took a moment to cup and squeeze Shane's perfect ass again, admiring the firmness of it. Carefully pushing his cheeks apart, Matt flicked his tongue teasingly over the small hole. He felt Shane jump slightly at the stimulation and grinned to himself. He did it again, running his tongue up and down over Shane's anus, licking all around it, before pushing his tongue right inside.
"Ohhhhh… fuck…" moaned Shane, trying hard to keep still as Matt continued to probe him, fucking him with his tongue. The hot, wet muscle felt so good in his ass, he could just imagine how good Matt's dick was going to feel when he got inside him. He almost whined in disappointment when Matt withdrew.
Matt wasn't going to keep him waiting long, however. He spotted a bottle of baby oil on the bench nearby and grabbed it, pouring a generous amount over two of his fingers. Setting the bottle aside, he slipped one hand under Shane to gently fondle his balls, keeping him relaxed while he slowly worked one slick finger inside him.
Shane hissed, not having done this for awhile, it was slightly uncomfortable, but he knew it would pass in a minute. Matt was careful and persistent and quickly had his finger into the knuckle, twisting and probing to find Shane's sweet spot. Shane gasped loudly when he hit it.
"Oh God! Matt… that's it…right there…" He groaned, pushing back against Matt's hand.
"Yeah… that's the spot, isn't it baby?" Said Matt, easing in a second finger and rubbing more firmly, making Shane writhe.
"Yes… fuck, yes!" He moaned, trying to grind his hips back and get Matt's fingers even deeper. "Matt… please…"
Matt grinned. He wanted to fuck as much as Shane did, but he couldn't resist teasing him just a little more. Standing up, he shoved his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, he started to rub it up and down the crack of Shane's ass.
Shane moaned again. Matt had him horny and helpless and he loved it, it was exquisite torture. He was desperate to get fucked now.
"Fuck me," he moaned, his voice raspy. "Please, Matt… fuck me,"
Matt's cock twitched at Shane's plea. He ran one hand down Shane's back, squeezing that tight, curved ass again. A wicked thought suddenly entered Matt's head. He drew his hand back slightly, and delivered a gentle slap to the soft skin. Shane's gasp of surprise and pleasure told him all he needed to know.
"You liked that, didn't you?" He murmured in Shane's ear.
"Yes," Breathed Shane, shivering slightly against him. Matt did it again, a little harder this time, drawing another gasp from the other man.
"I bet you didn't get spanked enough as a kid, did you?"
Shane whimpered in response, and Matt brought his hand down against his ass a bit more firmly. He was loving this, Shane was so responsive. He gasped, and moaned as Matt smacked him again, and again. Who'd have thought the boss's son would be such a submissive little slut?
Matt delivered one more slap, rubbing gently to soothe Shane afterwards. His ass felt warmer to the touch, flushed slightly pink. Matt felt his already hard cock stiffen even more at the sight. Snatching up the baby oil again, he quickly slicked his length with it. Urging Shane to spread his legs a little more, he carefully began to ease himself slowly into Shane's tight hole.
Shane sucked in a breath as he felt the broad head of Matt's dick push into him, stretching him open. It was such a pleasurable ache, one he didn't get nearly as enough of as he would like. He didn't often get chances like this, to have a guy as gorgeous and sexy as Matt fuck him into next week. He cried out as Matt slid in to the hilt, holding there to let him adjust, the slightest rolling of his hips letting his cock rub on just the right spot.
"Okay?" asked Matt, breathless.
"Yeah… good. You feel so good… please…"
"You got it, baby…" murmured the elder Hardy, pulling out halfway before pushing back in, loving the feeling of Shane's ass firmly gripping him so firmly.
"Oh Christ, you're so damn tight," He groaned, pulling out again, this time thrusting back in a bit harder, Shane's cry of pleasure music to his ears. More eloquent language escaped him as he quickly picked up the pace, forcing Shane hard against the locker as he fucked him.
Shane's hands clenched into fists on the locker as Matt slammed repeatedly onto his prostate. He felt like screaming. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Matt felt so good inside him, thick and hard in his ass. Shane spread his legs wider, trying to get Matt as far inside him as possible. He was thrusting hard and deep now, leaning into every stroke. Craning his neck round to look over his shoulder, Shane took in the sight of the gorgeous guy fucking him. It was incredibly erotic, Matt's eyes were tight shut and his head was thrown back, his long black curls spilling over his shoulders, his shirt half hanging off and his jeans around his thighs, gripping Shane's hips tightly as he pumped him hard. Feeling a surge of need coursing through him, Shane gripped his cock and started to pump it in his fist, his strokes matching Matt's hard thrusts into him.
"Matt… fuck, Matt… I'm…" he whimpered.
"Yeah, that's it… come for me," growled Matt. He pulled Shane's hand away from his dick and took over, jerking him almost roughly. It was too much. His balls tightened, pleasure shooting up from his groin and releasing in a rush as he came with a wordless, broken cry, flooding over Matt's hand. The rhythmic clenching and tightening of his muscles around Matt's cock pulled him over the edge too, coming hard, releasing spurt after spurt of hot come deep in Shane's ass.
Matt slumped forward, his forehead resting on Shane's sweat-damp shoulder as he continued to slowly pump him and stroke his cock, drawing out every last shudder and spasm of their climax, and trying to remember how to breathe. Shane trembled, hanging on to the locker to keep himself upright.
Eventually, Matt eased himself out of Shane's ass, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before they collapsed onto the floor, spent.
"Fuck," was all he could manage to say.
"Uhuh," agreed Shane, slumping against the bench. "That was… fucking… incredible…" he breathed. His legs ached, and his ass was so tender he probably wouldn't be doing much sitting down tonight. Looking over at Matt all half-dressed and flushed, hair falling in his eyes, it was definitely worth it.
"So, I'll be seeing you at the next pay-per-view?" He asked, treating Matt to another one of those melting smiles, and getting a huge grin in return.
"Damn right."
End.
Title: Hardcore Infatuation
Author: Guenhwyvar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Matt Hardy/Shane McMahon
Distribution: Sure, just ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing. Pity.
Notes: Many thanks to Nishia for thinking up the scenario, and letting me get to grips with two of her favourite guys. Here they are. *wink*
Shane McMahon hummed quietly to himself as he strolled into the locker room, nodding hello to several of the guys. It was pay-per-view night, and most of the stars from both Raw and Smackdown were present. He dumped his bag on the nearest free bench and took a look round the room. He'd been working on Raw for the last couple of months, building up a feud with Chris Jericho that would cumulate tonight in a Hardcore match. It had been a good laugh, Chris was fun to work with, and they'd cut some great promos trading insults. But he missed catching up with the friends he had on the Smackdown crew.
His eye was caught by a figure at the side of the room. Matt Hardy - one of the main reasons Shane missed the Smackdown crew. He'd had what he was fairly sure was a crush on the elder Hardy for quite some time. There was just something about him that piqued Shane's interest, more so since he'd made the jump to being a singles competitor. He'd really grown into his character and gained in confidence - and he was definitely looking more muscular than when Shane had seen him last. Somebody sure had been working out lately.
He was talking with Shannon, presumably about the young cruiserweight's title match later that night. Shane couldn't resist looking him over slowly. Slightly baggy black jeans that hugged his hips and ass, and a slinky fitted black shirt that was almost opaque, allowing Shane to make out the definition of the muscle lines on his torso, and the darker outline of his nipples. His black hair was curly and loose, falling forward in long ringlets around his face.
He looked positively delicious.
Shane sighed to himself. For all that most of the guys accepted him, even thought he wasn't really a full-time competitor, he was still the boss's son. While he was fairly sure his father was aware of his preferences when it came to relationships, he would most certainly be extremely disapproving if he caught Shane 'fraternising' with any of his employees. Though not the utter asshole he portrayed on TV, Vince McMahon was the boss, the top dog, the man in control; and he expected his son to be the same.
Momentarily lost in his thoughts, Shane almost didn't register when Matt unexpectedly glanced up as the door opened, very nearly looking right at him. Shane shook his head, and decided it might to be a good time to get ready for his own match. It wouldn't do for him to get caught ogling.
Turning round, Shane found himself eye to eye with a grinning Kurt Angle.
"Checking somebody out, were we?" said the Olympian, trying to suppress a laugh.
"What makes you say that?" asked Shane in mock innocence.
"Oh, come on man, I saw you. Three guesses I can tell you who it was, too."
Shane grinned. He'd been friends with Kurt since he'd joined the company, and he was a nice guy. Unfortunately, he had a knack for knowing people entirely too well, including Shane. Knowing Kurt would only tease him non-stop until he got a response, Shane decided to 'fess up.
"So? Can't I check out a good-looking guy?"
Kurt put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Sure, far be it from me to stop you, he sure has been looking real nice lately. He's been working out harder, picked up a lot more confidence. I tell you, if I wasn't already spoken for…"
"Don't let your boyfriend hear you say that." said Shane, chuckling.
Kurt grinned back.
"So, you going to ask him out?"
Shane elbowed the Olympian playfully in the ribs. "Shut up Kurt, or I'll tell the old man what you and Brock got up to in his office."
***
"Matt? Matt, are you listening to me?" huffed Shannon, waving a hand impatiently in front of his friend's face.
"Uh, yeah, sorry Shan… I was just…"
"Drooling over Shane again?" Interrupted the young cruiserweight, a slight smirk on his face. "I don't know why you just don't go and talk to the guy."
Matt couldn't help blushing a little. He had been checking out the elder McMahon sibling. Again. He'd had a bit of a crush on Shane for ages - what he wouldn't give to find out what he kept hidden under that shirt.
"Shan! He's the boss's son for God's sake. Its not like I can just walk up to him and ask if he wants to hook up."
"Then stop ogling. At least when we're supposed to be going over your run-in for my match."
Matt smiled at him. Shannon was doing his best to look indignant, standing there with his arms folded. It didn't work in the least, and they both laughed.
"Sorry, Shan. I'll try and keep my mind on the job."
"Good."
***
Matt did manage to keep his mind on the task at hand, and Shannon's match went off as planned. However, as he walked back to the locker room he couldn't help but notice that Shane and Chris were next up.
"Matt, I'm gonna get out of my gear and go meet the others for a drink. You coming?" asked Shannon, digging around in his bag.
"No, I think I'll probably head straight back to the hotel." Said Matt, his eyes straying momentarily to the TV monitor in the corner, showing Shane making his entrance to the ring.
"Okay, then, I'll see you later."
Matt waited until Shannon had left before settling himself comfortably on a bench in front of the TV. He would be heading right back to the hotel - after Shane's match.
What a match it was. It spilled all over the arena, from the ring to the isle, and into the crowd. They fought backstage and into the women's locker room, where they stumbled upon Stacy in the showers, who promptly screamed. This brought Test and Steiner running who kicked them both out before they carried on brawling. It went off fine, except they'd accidentally managed to knock one of the showers on in the course of the fight and they both got drenched.
It had made things slightly more difficult for them, as Chris had decided that his black PVC pants were appropriate attire for a Hardcore match, except that when they'd got wet they also got all slippery. Chris had slipped right out of Shane's grip several times.
Shane trudged back from the parking lot, where the match had eventually ended. He was soaked. His blue shirt was saturated and clinging to him like a second skin, his jeans felt heavy, his hair was a mess. However, he was very pleased with the way the match had gone, and still buzzed with adrenaline. He headed for the locker room to dry off, glad that there was only one more match on the card that night. It meant most of the guys would probably be heading off already, so the locker room was nearly empty. The only other person there was Chris, who'd managed to get back ahead of him, and who seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Shane leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms, watching with amusement. Chris was trying to dress and pack at the same time, long wet blonde curls flying everywhere.
"What's the hurry, Chris?" Jericho jumped.
"Wha..? Oh.. Shane…sorry man, terrific match…sorry…I have a date.." He flustered, tugging on his jeans. Shane chuckled. For all his arrogant heel persona, Chris could fuss terribly sometimes.
"Hey, slow down, take a breath. We didn't overrun by that much, they won't have given up on you just yet, will they?"
Chris stopped, and took a deep slow breath. "No. No they won't." He smiled to himself.
"Who is it that's got you so excited, anyway?"
The blond blushed. "Rob." He said quietly, his smile growing even bigger. Shane couldn't help but grin back. Chris and Rob had been dancing around each other for months.
"It's about bloody time."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Said Chris, shoving the rest of his things into his bag. "Catch you later!" He called over his shoulder as he headed out the door. Shane shook his head at Chris's obvious enthusiasm. He pulled a towel out of his own bag and started to peel off his wet shirt.
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Matt shoved his bags into the boot of his rental car and slammed it shut, a little harder than he'd meant to. Truth be told, he was feeling just a little worked up. As if Shane didn't look good enough to begin with, seeing him getting soaked in the shower like that, the way his shirt clung to him giving away just a little of the body underneath…
He shook his head. It had to have been the hottest thing he'd seen in a long time. So much so that he was going to have to spend some 'quality time' with himself when he got back to the hotel, judging by the ache in his groin. He'd have to cover himself with his coat on the way through the lobby.
His coat. He'd left it back in the locker room. Sighing in mild annoyance, Matt turned on his heel and headed back inside. Hoping nobody would notice his 'predicament', he quickly made his way backstage. Luckily only the ring crew seemed to be about now, and they were all busy dismantling things. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Matt reached the main locker room.
He swung the door open, and stopped dead in his tracks.
There was the man who'd been on his mind all night, still wet from the impromptu shower, only now he was shirtless, towel in hand. Sure, Matt had seen plenty of guys wearing far less in the locker room, many of them very attractive, but this was different. Something he'd often fantasised about seeing was right in front of him. He couldn't help but stare.
Shane had a body that many of the guys would be jealous of, he clearly worked out often and hard. His muscles were well defined under smooth, lightly tanned skin. It was a stunning contrast to his boyish features. Tiny beads of water were running down his torso, and his dark hair was wet and mussed. He was beautiful, Matt could simply think of no other word for him. He felt his already hard arousal twitch in appreciation.
Matt was still standing motionless in the doorway when he realised Shane was looking at him, a quirky smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"Are you going to come in, or stand there in the doorway?" He asked. Matt blushed a little, and shut the door behind him. Rather quickly, Shane noticed.
"Uh, sorry…. I thought everyone else had left already."
Well, what an opportunity. Matt had just been getting a good eyeful of him, and enjoying it, judging by the bulge that was making itself obvious in the front of his jeans. Shane licked his lower lip unconsciously. It was starting to look very much like his evening was about to get even better. He felt a flush of heat run through him. Matt looked so good, was definitely interested, and they were all alone in an empty locker room. Resisting a sudden urge to just grab the dark-haired Hardy and kiss him, and despite the fact that he was rapidly getting hard, Shane forced himself to play it cool.
Slowly and never taking his eyes from Matt's, Shane continued rubbing the towel over his head, messing his hair even more.
"Forget something?" He asked, trying not entirely successfully to sound casual.
"Uh, yeah…my jacket," replied Matt, his voice just a little breathless. But he made no move to get his coat. Shane took a deep breath. If he made a move now, there was still the possibility that Matt might freak out and run, but then again, if he didn't…. He dropped the towel. Then slowly, he let his hands drift down over his stomach to rest at the waistband of his jeans.
Matt's brilliant hazel eyes were locked with his, and his breathing was heavier.
The sound of Shane undoing his belt seemed abnormally loud in the quiet room. He popped open the top button, then paused.
"Something else you wanted?" His voice was almost a whisper, low and seductive. It left Matt in no doubt as to what he was really asking, and his eyes widened momentarily. The dark-haired Hardy leaned back against the wall, exhaled a long slow breath, and let his gaze roam over Shane's body once more, taking in every plane and curve of sexy muscle.
"I think there might be." He said. Hell, if Shane was offering, he was damn well accepting.
Shane's lips curved up into a sexy smile, as he resumed unbuttoning his jeans, unable to stifle a small gasp as the pressure on his now fully hard cock was suddenly eased. Matt never took his eyes off him as he dropped the damp denim to the floor and kicked it to the side. Now he was down to just a pair of visibly tented black boxers.
"So…" he offered, a mock innocence obvious in his tone, dark eyes alight.
The younger man grinned at him. "So…?"
"You want to have some fun?"
"I've always wanted to have some fun with you, Shane."
Shane licked his lips, delight in his eyes. "You'd better lock the door, then,"
Matt's grin grew even wider; reaching out for the lock and clicking it shut. This was far better than anything he'd imagined.
"Anything else coming off?" He asked cheekily, nodding towards Shane's one remaining item of clothing. Shane grinned back at him, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before turning round. Very slowly and deliberately, he pushed them down, allowing a further inch of skin at a time to be exposed. Matt very nearly groaned out load as Shane revealed a firm, tightly curved ass. Unable to ignore his insistent hard-on any longer, he cupped himself through his jeans and began to stroke it, forcing himself to go slowly as Shane gradually bent over to push his boxers all the way down. He'd never have pegged Shane for a tease, but he was obviously doing just that, bent over in a way that just begged for Matt to ram his dick in his ass.
Straightening up, Shane turned back to face him, dark eyes widening briefly at the sight of Matt touching himself.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured, moving closer. Matt reached out and pulled him in, lips closing on Shane's. He kissed him deeply and thoroughly, his tongue exploring every corner of his mouth. Fuck, Shane tasted good. He felt good too, his skin was smooth and baby soft as Matt ran his hands over it. The boy wonder's own hands were busy with his shirt, blindly finding the buttons and pushing back the fabric to expose his chest, smoothing curious fingers over his skin.
With a final, soft kiss to his lips, Shane then moved to kneel in front of him, the warm touch of his hands travelling slowly downward, skimming lightly over his nipples, making them tighten.
Shane looked up at him through melting dark brown eyes.
"I want to suck you," he said softly, caressing the aching bulge in Matt's jeans, "If you want me to,"
Matt realised with a start that Shane was actually asking for his permission. He swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Yeah, I want you to."
Shane gave him a smile that made his knees weak. Matt gave a small gasp as the zip of his jeans was pulled down deliberately slowly, and his hard cock was eased free from his boxers. Shane wrapped one hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke gently.
"Fuck," hissed Matt.
Shane licked his lips and shivered slightly. Matt was packing quite a nice one, it felt wonderfully hot and hard in his hand. He leaned forward and ran his tongue lightly over the head, smearing around the pre-come that was leaking from the tip. Matt groaned loudly and let his head drop back against the wall, his eyes falling shut.
"Oh God…. Shane…" He moaned as Shane continued, wet tongue sliding slowly down his shaft and back up, lingering and licking at the tip each time. It was heaven. Shane was definitely skilled at this.
He almost lost it when Shane pulled back and blew gently on him. His dick was incredibly sensitive from Shane's attentions and wet with saliva, the soft wash of his breath over it was very nearly too much. He was so hard it was nearly painful. Shane chuckled softly.
"You like that?"
"Fuck yes… don't stop…" Groaned Matt, cupping Shane's head in his hands, urging him to continue.
Shane complied easily, sliding his mouth down as far as he could over Matt's cock and starting to suck gently, enjoying the feel and taste of it filling his mouth. Glancing up, he saw Matt gazing down at him with hooded eyes.
"God…you're good with your mouth," murmured the elder Hardy, running his hands through Shane's soft damp hair. Watching his length disappear into that hot mouth over and over. Shane made a muffled sound of approval and quickened his pace slightly, letting Matt rock his hips into his mouth. His other hand stole into his lap and started to stroke his own hard cock. Feeling Matt's dick pushing at the back of his throat, tasting his addictive flavour was just too good. He moaned low in his throat.
Matt groaned again at the sight of Shane's hand running over his own hardened flesh. The muted gasps and moans he was making were sending little shocks and ripples of pleasure down Matt's dick, adding to his arousal even more. No way was he going to last long under such exquisite sensations. Like the very idea of a naked Shane McMahon on his knees, sucking him like he was born to do nothing else wasn't enough.
He felt his balls tighten as his pleasure started to peak. His hands clenched in Shane's hair, holding him tight as he thrust hard into his mouth. Shane whimpered, pumping himself faster, feeling his own climax rushing upon him. As Matt's cock twitched in his mouth and the first spurt of come hit the back of his throat, it pushed him over the edge. He dimly heard Matt's cry of completion, his own moans muffled as he continued to pump and suck and lick, swallowing everything the other man gave him, shuddering hard as he came over his hand. He felt some of his release trickle down his thighs, shivering and whimpering as he licked Matt completely clean. He felt Matt's hands combing softly through his mussed hair, murmuring something unintelligible in his aftermath, little aftershocks still coursing through them both.
When Shane eventually pulled back, he was startled to find Matt pulling him to his feet.
Catching hold of Shane's wrist, Matt brought the other man's hand to his mouth and started to clean it with his tongue. Shane watched, wide-eyed, as he meticulously licked each finger in turn, making sure to get every last drop of Shane's essence.
"God…" He breathed.
Matt's reply was to push him hard against the locker and kiss him senseless, his tongue deep and demanding, hands roaming all over Shane's body. He was a long way from being satisfied, despite still recovering from that incredible blowjob.
Shane moaned, his own excitement starting to rise again at Matt's sudden aggression. He submitted easily, kissing him back with passion, tasting himself on Matt's tongue.
Bodies pressed close, their dicks rubbed together, growing hard again against each other.
Matt slid a hand between their bodies, stroking Shane's hard length. He drew back from the kiss to whisper close to Shane's ear.
"What do you like, baby?" He felt the other man shiver against him. "Tell me what you want."
"Want you in me," said Shane, his voice raspy.
"Mmm. You like takin'it, huh?" breathed Matt, loving the way Shane was so needy and trembling.
"Yes,"
"You want me to fuck you?"
Shane whimpered. Matt was rapidly taking charge now and it was making him harder and more desperate than he'd been in a long time.
"Mmm… yeah," He moaned, burying his face in the older Hardy's shoulder. Matt couldn't help a small chuckle. Shane was so obviously in need of a good hard fuck. He slid his hands down to cup Shane's ass, pulling him close.
"I'll fuck you, Shane. I'll fuck you real good." He murmured, before his mouth found Shane's again. He kissed him deeply once more, one inquisitive finger slipping between Shane's ass cheeks, rubbing lightly over his entrance. Shane moaned into the kiss, sliding his hands under Matt's shirt, stroking his back, pulling him as close as he could. Matt growled in response, nibbling at Shane's full lower lip. He ground his hips against the other man, rubbing their erections together and sending ripples of pleasure through them both.
"Turn around, baby. Let me get you ready."
Shane obediently turned to face the locker, bracing his forearms on it and resting his head on them. His breathing was irregular, his body erotically tense. He looked so desperate. Matt licked his lips.
Dropping to his knees, he took a moment to cup and squeeze Shane's perfect ass again, admiring the firmness of it. Carefully pushing his cheeks apart, Matt flicked his tongue teasingly over the small hole. He felt Shane jump slightly at the stimulation and grinned to himself. He did it again, running his tongue up and down over Shane's anus, licking all around it, before pushing his tongue right inside.
"Ohhhhh… fuck…" moaned Shane, trying hard to keep still as Matt continued to probe him, fucking him with his tongue. The hot, wet muscle felt so good in his ass, he could just imagine how good Matt's dick was going to feel when he got inside him. He almost whined in disappointment when Matt withdrew.
Matt wasn't going to keep him waiting long, however. He spotted a bottle of baby oil on the bench nearby and grabbed it, pouring a generous amount over two of his fingers. Setting the bottle aside, he slipped one hand under Shane to gently fondle his balls, keeping him relaxed while he slowly worked one slick finger inside him.
Shane hissed, not having done this for awhile, it was slightly uncomfortable, but he knew it would pass in a minute. Matt was careful and persistent and quickly had his finger into the knuckle, twisting and probing to find Shane's sweet spot. Shane gasped loudly when he hit it.
"Oh God! Matt… that's it…right there…" He groaned, pushing back against Matt's hand.
"Yeah… that's the spot, isn't it baby?" Said Matt, easing in a second finger and rubbing more firmly, making Shane writhe.
"Yes… fuck, yes!" He moaned, trying to grind his hips back and get Matt's fingers even deeper. "Matt… please…"
Matt grinned. He wanted to fuck as much as Shane did, but he couldn't resist teasing him just a little more. Standing up, he shoved his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, he started to rub it up and down the crack of Shane's ass.
Shane moaned again. Matt had him horny and helpless and he loved it, it was exquisite torture. He was desperate to get fucked now.
"Fuck me," he moaned, his voice raspy. "Please, Matt… fuck me,"
Matt's cock twitched at Shane's plea. He ran one hand down Shane's back, squeezing that tight, curved ass again. A wicked thought suddenly entered Matt's head. He drew his hand back slightly, and delivered a gentle slap to the soft skin. Shane's gasp of surprise and pleasure told him all he needed to know.
"You liked that, didn't you?" He murmured in Shane's ear.
"Yes," Breathed Shane, shivering slightly against him. Matt did it again, a little harder this time, drawing another gasp from the other man.
"I bet you didn't get spanked enough as a kid, did you?"
Shane whimpered in response, and Matt brought his hand down against his ass a bit more firmly. He was loving this, Shane was so responsive. He gasped, and moaned as Matt smacked him again, and again. Who'd have thought the boss's son would be such a submissive little slut?
Matt delivered one more slap, rubbing gently to soothe Shane afterwards. His ass felt warmer to the touch, flushed slightly pink. Matt felt his already hard cock stiffen even more at the sight. Snatching up the baby oil again, he quickly slicked his length with it. Urging Shane to spread his legs a little more, he carefully began to ease himself slowly into Shane's tight hole.
Shane sucked in a breath as he felt the broad head of Matt's dick push into him, stretching him open. It was such a pleasurable ache, one he didn't get nearly as enough of as he would like. He didn't often get chances like this, to have a guy as gorgeous and sexy as Matt fuck him into next week. He cried out as Matt slid in to the hilt, holding there to let him adjust, the slightest rolling of his hips letting his cock rub on just the right spot.
"Okay?" asked Matt, breathless.
"Yeah… good. You feel so good… please…"
"You got it, baby…" murmured the elder Hardy, pulling out halfway before pushing back in, loving the feeling of Shane's ass firmly gripping him so firmly.
"Oh Christ, you're so damn tight," He groaned, pulling out again, this time thrusting back in a bit harder, Shane's cry of pleasure music to his ears. More eloquent language escaped him as he quickly picked up the pace, forcing Shane hard against the locker as he fucked him.
Shane's hands clenched into fists on the locker as Matt slammed repeatedly onto his prostate. He felt like screaming. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Matt felt so good inside him, thick and hard in his ass. Shane spread his legs wider, trying to get Matt as far inside him as possible. He was thrusting hard and deep now, leaning into every stroke. Craning his neck round to look over his shoulder, Shane took in the sight of the gorgeous guy fucking him. It was incredibly erotic, Matt's eyes were tight shut and his head was thrown back, his long black curls spilling over his shoulders, his shirt half hanging off and his jeans around his thighs, gripping Shane's hips tightly as he pumped him hard. Feeling a surge of need coursing through him, Shane gripped his cock and started to pump it in his fist, his strokes matching Matt's hard thrusts into him.
"Matt… fuck, Matt… I'm…" he whimpered.
"Yeah, that's it… come for me," growled Matt. He pulled Shane's hand away from his dick and took over, jerking him almost roughly. It was too much. His balls tightened, pleasure shooting up from his groin and releasing in a rush as he came with a wordless, broken cry, flooding over Matt's hand. The rhythmic clenching and tightening of his muscles around Matt's cock pulled him over the edge too, coming hard, releasing spurt after spurt of hot come deep in Shane's ass.
Matt slumped forward, his forehead resting on Shane's sweat-damp shoulder as he continued to slowly pump him and stroke his cock, drawing out every last shudder and spasm of their climax, and trying to remember how to breathe. Shane trembled, hanging on to the locker to keep himself upright.
Eventually, Matt eased himself out of Shane's ass, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before they collapsed onto the floor, spent.
"Fuck," was all he could manage to say.
"Uhuh," agreed Shane, slumping against the bench. "That was… fucking… incredible…" he breathed. His legs ached, and his ass was so tender he probably wouldn't be doing much sitting down tonight. Looking over at Matt all half-dressed and flushed, hair falling in his eyes, it was definitely worth it.
"So, I'll be seeing you at the next pay-per-view?" He asked, treating Matt to another one of those melting smiles, and getting a huge grin in return.
"Damn right."
End.
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Maybe I ought to do something with phone sex - perhaps featuring a certain drool-worthy blond Canadian...? Like I need any more plot bunnies. XD *eyes precariously piled fic mountain*
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would you like me to worship at your feet? I would, you know ;)