Sean O'Haire pulled into the hotel parking lot, glad to finally get away from all the crazy fans and be alone for once. He shook his head as he thought of how his two closest friends in the business, Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore, were stuck signing autographs for at least another hour. Sometimes he was glad he wasn't as well known and popular as those two were. Although with his recent commercials and now his match against Rikishi at Backlash he was finally getting a much-needed push in the WWE. It would come with a price though. All this fucking pressure was starting to get to him–he wished he had never agreed to wrestle in the WWE. He should have just stayed down in OVW where at least he wasn't constantly getting yelled at to work harder and concentrate on his matches more. At least in OVW Sean was a star–one of the biggest names the company had. Now he was just another young face on Smackdown week after week, day after day, show after show. He wasn't even getting televised matches.
"Well," he thought as he checked into his room, "At least I'm getting promos and stuff on TV That's more than some of the other guys in this business get. And, hey, in a few days I'll be in a match on a pay-per-view. I should be happy."
Sean knew he wasn't happy, though. He knew that the fame and opportunity to do what he was doing meant nothing to him. He needed something to bring him out of this depression he was in–something to make him see the worth of living again. His life was empty–had been since he'd lost the one thing that meant the most to him–his little brother. When Shane had died in that car accident five months ago, Sean had thought his life was over. He didn't want to go on living without his brother and best friend. He'd turned to drinking and cigarettes–something he never thought he would do. He thought they would help him get his mind off Shane, but they hadn't. When those didn't work, he'd tried to focus on working out–something positive for a change. That hadn't lasted long. He started using steroids to make him stronger and bigger. Vince McMahon had noticed how he'd started bulking up and was very impressed to say the least. Sean had been called back up from OVW in a heartbeat. By then, he was addicted to alcohol and cigarettes. He'd tried to stop taking the steroids but found he needed at least one shot a week to stay sane.
Speaking of the steroids, that's all Sean wanted to do right now. He just wanted to go to his room, take a long hot shower, give himself a shot of his personal stash, and go to bed. He wouldn't be so lucky, though.
As he was rounding the corner of the lobby, someone came crashing into him full-force, knocking his bag out of his hand and sending his pack of cigarettes flying into the opposite wall. Sean looked up and almost stopped breathing. Standing before him was the most stunning woman he had ever seen–dark red hair with black streaks, light blue eyes, black cat-eye glasses, and a sexy lop-sided grin. He looked her up and down as she grabbed his bag for him. She was tall–almost as tall as he was(6'6") and a little on the chunky side. (Author's Note–wish I was just a little on the chunky side...we can all dream can't we?) She had on baggy blue plaid pajama pants and a tight blue tank top that perfectly showed off her more noticeable features. Sean couldn't help but notice them as she bent down in front of him. He could feel his cock begin to stir as her hair fell over one eye as she stood back up. God, how long had it been since he had noticed a girl like this–too long in his opinion.
"Geez, I am so sorry," she apologized, handing him his bag, "I am so damn clumsy."
"No, it's okay," Sean said, smiling, "I should have watched where I was going instead of looking down at the ground. Never know when I'm going to be attacked by some beautiful girl, you know."
Her cheeks turned pink and she looked down at the ground. Sean's smile grew as he watched her shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her embarrassment just turned him on more.
"Yeah, well, you don't have to say that," she mumbled as she kicked at the hallway carpet with one bare foot.
Sean looked down. Even her feet were cute. Her toenails were painted a bright orange that clashed terribly with her blue clothes, but Sean didn't care. He caught the hall light shine off one toe and noticed the silver toe ring there. He could feel his erection start to press against his already snug trousers and he shook his head. What was with him? He didn't even know this woman and already he was getting a hard-on just from looking at her. What was it about her?
She cleared her throat and that was when he realized she had been talking to him and was waiting for a response.
"I'm sorry," Sean said, "What did you say?"
"I said that you looked a little familiar," she repeated. Sean shrugged.
"Well, I'm a pro wrestler," he answered, "The name's Sean–Sean O'Haire." He stuck out his hand and she took it.
"I'm Stephanie," she told him, smiling at how warm and strong his hand felt.
"Just Stephanie?"
"For now. I don't tell strangers my full name–it's not a very smart idea, ya know."
"I guess so. I'm used to everyone knowing my name though."
"Yeah, well, I'm not a famous wrestler like you, now am I?" She tossed back her head and looked around the hall. "It was nice meeting you, Sean. Maybe I'll see you around."
Sean shook his head and frowned as she prepared to leave him. He didn't know why he was about to say what he was going to, but he knew he couldn't let Stephanie get away. She intrigued him too much for him to just let her go. He had no clue why, but then again, he didn't have a clue why he did a lot of things.
"Stephanie..."
She turned around as he grabbed her arm, his sheer strength holding her in place.
"What?"
Sean bit his lip. How should he approach this so it didn't sound like he was just in for a quick fuck?
"Um, I know we just met and everything, but I was wondering if maybe–well, if you–I mean–"
"Just spit it out, big man."
Sean took a deep breath and looked down at her face.
"Would you like to hang out for a while? Get to know each other better?" he asked in a hurried voice, afraid of what she might say.
"Look, I'd love to but–"
"Oh, forget it. I was just crazy for even asking," Sean interrupted her, his demeanor quickly changing from friendly to gruff and hostile. He glared at her as he shifted his bag from one hand to another. "Nice meeting you," he leered.
Stephanie stepped back from him, rubbing her arm where his fingers had been. She watched him walk down the hall, his head bent and his shoulders slumped. She should have been angry at him for the way he quickly changed his attitude. She should just forget all about him.
But, she had a feeling she couldn't. There was something she had seen in his eyes right before he had walked off that had touched her soul–Sean was hurting. And she wanted to know why.
"Damn you, Sean O'Haire," she muttered as she leaned against the wall, "I will get to know you better."
She started to walk off but her eyes were drawn to something laying on the floor. She frowned as she picked it up. It was Sean's cigarettes.
"Well, fuck me good," she sighed, "He smokes."
Normally, Stephanie would have given up on a guy right then and there–she hated smokers. She couldn't give up on Sean though. She could just tell that he needed someone right now and she was determined that someone be her. She stuffed the cigarettes into her pocket (grumbling and shaking her head all the while) and made her way to the room where she was staying.
Chapter 2
"Uncle Mark," Stephanie called out quietly as she entered the room.
Mark Calloway stirred in his sleep and blinked as she turned on the lights. He smiled as Stephanie called his name again. He wasn't really her uncle–just her father's best friend–but she had always called him that since she was a little girl. Mark didn't mind. He'd always wanted a real family and now that Stephanie had finally turned twenty last week he would have his chance. She was going to be traveling on the road with him for five months and he couldn't wait.
She'd always been like a daughter to him, especially since her father had died when she was just ten years old. Unfortunately he'd been on the road for the past eleven years, working for the WWE.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, sweetpea," Mark smiled, "I was just dozing." He looked at the alarm clock next to his bed.
"It's only twelve-thirty in the morning. Why would I want to fall asleep so early?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes at Mark's nickname for her. Even though she was an adult now he still called her by her childhood name. It made her happy most of the time, but right now it just irritated her.
Maybe it was because she was still thinking of Sean. Speaking of Sean–didn't he say he was a professional wrestler? Mark would know who he was and what room he was in. Now she just had to approach the subject the right way.
"What's wrong with you?" Mark asked, peering at her. His brow was wrinkled in concern.
"Uncle Mark," Stephanie sighed, "Do you know a guy by the name of Sean O'Haire?"
"O'Haire? Why do you ask?"
"Well, I kinda ran into him in the hall and he dropped something and I wanted to give it back to him–"
"And you wanna know what room he's staying in, right?"
"Yeah," Stephanie mumbled, blushing.
"Look, that's fine. It's 233," Mark smirked and added, "Don't stay up all night, sweetpea!"
Stephanie blushed even more as she realized what he meant.
"Mark!" she exclaimed, "I just wanna give him his stuff back. That's all!"
Mark nodded his head and laid back down.
"Uh-huh," he drawled as he closed his eyes, "Just don't wake me when you come in later. And make sure you turn off that light when you leave. I'll see you in the morning."
"Uncle Mark!"
"Good night, Steph! Now go visit O'Haire! Tell him he better take good care of my niece or I'll kick his ass tomorrow."
Stephanie sighed as she stood up. She kissed Mark on top of his head and turned off the light. She couldn't believe she was about to just walk up to Sean's door and make some stupid excuse to talk to him more. Room 233–that was two doors down from her and Mark's room.
Well, if he got an attitude again at least she could make it back to her room in a hurry before she regretted doing something in retaliation. She wasn't normally an aggressive person, but if Sean acted like an ass again she would do something. She could guarantee it.
Chapter 3
Sean sighed as he felt the familiar sensations run through his body. He let the now empty needle fall to the bedcovers and he looked down at his arm. He bit his lip as he noticed all the bruises from the needles–his tattoos couldn't even cover them all up. He kept telling himself that each time would be the last one, that he was going to quit using steroids. They were only hurting him and sooner or later he was going to get caught. He didn't want to think about what would happen when he did. Vince would kill him after he was fired and there would be nothing left in his life that had any importance–wrestling was all he had left. Then there was the fact that he would most likely go to jail.
"Just what I need," he thought, frowning, "I have to stop this."
He groaned as he heard a knock on the door. Quickly stashing his items into his bag again, Sean jumped up to answer the door.
"Uh, hey."
"Hi, Sean," Stephanie smiled nervously, "Um, remember me? We met in the hall about–"
"Hell yeah I remember you," Sean said, looking over her body.
Stephanie sighed in relief and took a good look at Sean. He only had on a pair of sweatpants. She stared at his perfectly developed chest and stomach, trying not to drool. She had never seen a man look so deliciously good and inhumanly sexy. She had seen muscular guys before, but this guy was HUGE!. She let her eyes travel farther down his body, wondering just what else was huge on him. If she had her way, she would know sooner rather than later.
"Uh, Stephanie," Sean leaned down so that he was eye-to-eye with her.
She blushed and he smirked. "See something you like?"
"Oh yeah," Stephanie answered, smiling.
"Why don't you come in and we'll see what we can do about that."
Stephanie followed Sean into his room, completely forgetting why she had come in the first place. What the hell was she doing in his room. She knew what he wanted–she'd seen that look in a guy's eyes before. But, she couldn't deny that she wanted the exact same thing from him. There was just something about Sean that made her incredibly horny. The attraction was mutual. Sean didn't know why he had just invited a girl he barely knew into his room–it wasn't his style to just pick up girls like that–but he had. There was no denying what was on his mind. He licked his lips as Stephanie sat down next to him on the bed. She leaned forward a bit, exposing some of her tantalizing breasts to him.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked, eyes trained on her shirt, willing it to come down even more.
Stephanie shook her head as she remembered why she had come in the first place. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes.
"Here, you left these in the hall earlier," she answered, handing him his cigarettes.
"Thanks," he said, lighting one up, "I was wondering where these went."
Stephanie made a face as Sean inhaled the smoke and sighed.
"What?"
Stephanie shook her head.
"Nothing."
"No, you made a face. What's up?"
"It's just–those things are so damn gross. Why do you smoke them?"
Sean took one more drag and pinched off the end. He tossed the butt toward the trash can on the other side of the room. It went straight in. He smirked then settled back on the bed.
"They make me feel better," he answered, shrugging, "Why do you care?"
Stephanie put a hand on his bare arm. He shivered at the touch, but kept his face neutral.
"I don't like to see anyone smoke," she told him quietly, "I hate to see people waste their lives by smoking."
Sean's eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath before responding.
"Yeah, well, it's my life and I'll waste it if I want to," he muttered.
Stephanie stood up, glaring at him.
"Far be it for me to try to help you then," she said as she walked to the door.
She made it all the way to the door before Sean grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. She turned to face him, wincing at how tight his grip was. She was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. Explaining that to Mark would sure as hell be fun.
"Let go of me."
"No," Sean said calmly, pulling her back to the bed, "I'm sorry I acted like an ass. I didn't mean it."
He sat down on the bed again, pulling her toward him in a hug. "Forgive me?"
Stephanie sighed. This was the second time in less than an hour that Sean's mood had changed so quickly. She leaned into his body even though she knew it was wrong. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight. She laid her head on his shoulder, her cheek warm against his cool skin.
"I really am sorry, Steph," he repeated, "I want us to be friends. I just don't like people telling me what I should and shouldn't do."
Stephanie broke away from him and looked into his eyes. She could still see the pain and hurt in them. It only made her more attracted to him.
"If we're gonna be friends, let's get something straight right now," she told him, eyes serious, "I don't like when people smoke around me. It's a touchy subject–one I'd prefer not to talk about right now. If you need to smoke, let me know and I'll go somewhere else where I won't be around it."
"Fair enough," Sean said gruffly. He grinned suddenly. "Well, if we're friends now, shouldn't you tell me your full name?"
Stephanie shook her head and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"That is still to be determined."
"What–your name?"
"No," she laughed, "If we're friends or not. We never made it official."
Sean pulled her toward him again, this time capturing her lips in a kiss. Stephanie melted into his arms, unaware of anything except the feel of Sean's body against hers. Jolts of electricity passed between them as the kiss deepened. Sean's tongue explored the hot surface of her mouth as his hands traveled down her body. A small moan escaped her mouth as he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed gently.
"So, does this mean we're friends now?" Sean asked slyly a moment later.
"Oh fuck yeah," Stephanie replied breathlessly. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her body. She giggled as his fingers began tickling her ribs. "Stop! That tickles!"
"Does it really?" Sean teased as he continued to tickle.
Stephanie tried to pull away but Sean tightened his grip around her waist. He pushed her back on the bed, tickling her even more. She squirmed and tried to push him off.
"Sean, stop! That tickles! Stop!" she got out between giggles.
"Do you give?"
"Never!"
Sean continued to tickle her mercilessly. Stephanie squirmed and wriggled under him, trying to get away.
"Give up yet?" he asked again, this time tickling her hips.
Stephanie nodded her head. Sean rolled off her and laid down next to her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, amazed by how she was feeling. She had gotten excited and turned on just by being tickled by Sean–what would happen if they ended up having sex? She imagined his big strong hands running over her body as he lay on top of her and repeatedly rammed his manhood into her body. With a suppressed moan, she rolled over to look at Sean. He had his eyes closed and his hands folded over his chest. She took the opportunity to openly admire his body once more. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had gotten a little excited during the tickling. Sean was standing at attention, his erection pressing hard against his sweat pants.
"Interesting," she mumbled, biting her lip.
"What?" Sean asked, opening his eyes.
Stephanie nodded toward his lower half. He looked down, and, instead of blushing and getting embarrassed, he smirked at her.
"Looks like I got a little happy," he remarked.
"I'd say you did."
Sean pulled her down so that she was almost in his face.
"What should I do about it?" he asked, trying to sound innocent and failing miserably.
"Hmm," Stephanie pretended to think as she ran a hand down his chest and to his stomach, "Not to sure about that. Looks like you could use a little help with that."
"I sure as hell could."
Stephanie leaned down, kissing his bellybutton. She ran her hand down to his waistband and Sean groaned in anticipation. She smiled and moved her mouth to follow her hand. Using her teeth, she pulled his pants down past his hips. Sean wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Well, I'll be damned," she muttered, shocked at the length and width of his cock.
"Never seen a guy's dick before?" Sean teased. He ran a hand through her hair.
"Sure I have," Stephanie defended herself, still staring wide-eyed at him, "I've just never seen anything that big before."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetheart," he muttered as he pulled her back up to him, "Just you wait."
She closed her eyes as his lips caught hers once again in a deep, passionate, and hungry kiss. If this was the beginning of their friendship then she couldn't wait for them to get to know each other better. Neither could Sean, apparently. He ripped her top and pants off before she could react. Not that she minded as his tongue licked a path from her mouth to her breasts.
What a beautiful way to begin a friendship, he thought as his mouth wrapped around one nipple.
TBC
