Matt Hardy laughed and caught his friend as he tripped over the outstretched foot of Adam Copeland. Shannon stuck his tongue out at the tall blond Canadian and leaned on Matt's shoulder. He frowned as Matt took the bottle out of his hands.
"Maaatt!" he whined, reaching for the bottle.
"No way, Shanny," Matt shook his head, holding the bottle over his head, "You've had enough already."
Shannon jumped trying to grab the bottle. Being as short as he was, he couldn't quite reach it. Matt picked him up and flung him over one shoulder. As he carried him to the bedroom, there were many catcalls and whistles from the other guys. Matt rolled his eyes and dumped the small blond on the bed. Shannon giggled, momentarily forgetting that he'd had his alcohol taken away from him. He sat up on one elbow, giving his best sultry stare at his friend.
"Aww, come on Shanny," Matt laughed, "You think I wanna seduce you? You think you're gonna seduce me?" He shook his head as Shannon nodded his head. "You need to sleep. You're way too wasted, man. Besides," he paused and bit his lip, "You're with Helms. And Helms is my best friend. I wouldn't do that to him."
"But, Shane isn't here," Shannon pouted, slurring his words slightly and eyeing Matt curiously.
Matt laughed again, the sound sending chills down Shannon's spine. He leaned over the bed and pushed Shannon down, forcing him under the covers. His lips brushed against his forehead before he stood back up again.
"Get some sleep, man," Matt instructed, turning off the light and heading back to the party, "You'll feel better if you do."
Shannon sighed, but closed his eyes. His friend was right, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, he would feel better if he got some sleep. Too bad he was sleeping alone–too bad his boyfriend thought a stupid comic book convention was more important than a party with the guys.
***
"LIMBO!" Chris Jericho cheered as he and Jay Reso grabbed a broom out of Benoit's hall closet.
"Fuck yeah!" Jeff Hardy screamed and quickly ran to the "bar" and passed under it.
Randy Orton, Jamie Noble, Adam, and Spike Dudley quickly followed.
The bar became lower and lower until Spike was the only one left. Jay grabbed a bottle of beer and poured over his head in victory, dropping the broom handle on Jericho's foot as he did so. Jericho yelped in surprise. He, due to the fact that he was drunk and hopping on one foot, lost his balance and fell onto the couch and into D-Von Dudley's lap. D-Von grinned and wrapped his arms around Jericho's body.
"Mere baby," D-Von slurred before capturing Jericho's lips in a heated kiss.
Benoit laughed as he looked around his apartment. The party was now definitely in full swing. D-Von wasn't letting go of Jericho despite the blond's protests. The bigger man pushed him back on the couch, straddling his body and grinding his apparent erection into his body.
Although Jericho was still protesting, it was obvious he didn't mind too much as he wrapped his legs around the bigger man. Matt and Jeff Hardy were sitting on the kitchen counter, debating with Adam and Mark Calloway on the difference between light and regular beer. Mark had his hands resting on Jeff's thighs and was making it obvious what he wanted from the rainbow-haired North Carolinian. Jeff was smiling as he ran a hand through Mark's hair. Hunter and Rob were just emerging from the hall closet. Both were flushed and Rob was wiping at his mouth while Hunter was smirking as he zipped up his pants.
Lance Storm and Sean Morely were on the other end of the couch as D-Von and Jericho. Morely was sitting on Lance's lap and kissing up and down his neck as Lance ran his hands across his legs. Nunzio and Johnny Stamboli were taking turns taking shots of vodka off Chuck Palumbo's exposed stomach as he lay passed out on the kitchen floor.
Sean O'Haire was trying to convince Brian Kendrick to strip for the guys while Dustin Rhodes was cheering him on from his position on Booker's lap. Sean was whispering sweet nothings in Brian's ear as he caressed one cheek with his strong hand. Benoit turned as he felt a pair of thick strong arms wrap around his waist.
"Hey sexy," Benoit greeted his tag team partner and lover, Terry.
Terry grinned as he let his hands roam down Benoit's body and to the slight bulge in his jeans. He started to caress his lover to life as he nibbled gently on his ear. Benoit responded by leaning back into his embrace and laying his head on the bigger man's shoulder. Terry reached one hand inside his jeans and began to stroke harder, his own erection pressing into the other man's back. Benoit reached down to unbutton his pants so his lover could stroke him more easily.
"You like that, baby?" Terry whispered as he felt Benoit begin to push up into his hand.
"Fuck yeah," Benoit gasped as he felt his lover's hand tighten around the base of his cock.
Terry nipped at his shoulder and neck as he continued running his hand up and down Benoit's rigid shaft. He collected the pre-cum that dripped from the tip and used it as a lubricant to help in his stroking. Benoit ignored the cat-calls coming from some of the other guys as he felt his cock twitch and then spurt out his hot release into Terry's waiting hand.
"Mmm," Terry moaned as he licked his hand a moment later, "You always taste so good baby."
Benoit was about to respond when the sound of glass breaking was heard coming from the dining room. He quickly zipped up his pants and ran into the room, Terry and a few others hot on his heels.
"WOOO!" Ric Flair yelled from atop his perch on the buffet table. He took a long drink from a bottle of Jack Daniels and looked down at the floor where a glass vase had just fallen from next to him.
"Ride `im cowboy!" Kevin Nash encouraged.
Benoit laughed as he finally saw what had happened. Batista was sitting in one of the chairs with Orton sitting on his lap. Both men were naked and it was obvious that Orton had Batista's cock up his ass. He was riding him as the others in the room–Flair, Nash, Hunter, and Rob–were watching and cheering them on. Orton had on a cowboy hat and chaps–God only knew where he had gotten those–and he was waving the hat in the air as Batista pounded his throbbing cock into him.
Flair must have gotten too excited and knocked the vase over.
"Hey, Benny!" Orton grunted as he saw the party host standing in the doorway.
"Hey," Benoit replied, "Having fun?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" Batista moaned as he grabbed his lover's hips and gave an especially hard thrust.
"Damn. That's hot as hell," Hunter commented as he watched in fascination. He reached down absentmindedly to stroke his cock through the cotton material of his pants. "Hot damn, they're both close."
Batista rested his head on Orton's shoulder and pulled him closer. Orton threw his arms around his thick neck and began to ride harder. He screamed in ecstasy as he shot his thick hot cum over both their stomachs. Batista felt the muscles of Orton's ass clench around him and he found release a moment later. Both collapsed against each other as the last of Batista's cum spurted into his lover's ass.
"Holy shit," Hunter muttered, "That was some of the hottest sex I've ever seen."
"Even better than the time me and Brock did it in front of you?" Rob asked his lover playfully.
Hunter groaned at the memory of watching his boyfriend and former lover get it on in front of him. He began to stroke harder, not even aware of the fact that the room was now watching him. The thought of Brock's thick cock surrounded by Rob's tight round ass sent him over the edge faster than he had been before. He leaned against the table as he exploded in his pants. Rob bent down and licked at his lover's crotch.
"THAT was hot man," Kevin told his best friend, "Way hot."
"Hotter than me and Dave gettin it on right here?" Orton asked, batting his eyelashes.
Batista grinned and pulled his lover against him.
"Nobody is as hot as you, lover," he told him.
"I hafta admit," Kevin said, grinning, "Watching you two fuck was pretty damn hot."
"WOOO!" Flair added from the other side of the room. He took another drink of Jack Daniels.
"Damn," Benoit grinned, "I think Ric is wasted already."
"Nah," Hunter shook his head, "The old man is always like that."
"I think he needs some mental help," Orton suggested as he finally got off his lover's lap and pulled his jeans back on, "Why the hell did you bring him anyway?"
"Because if I hadn't he'd have–"
Hunter was interrupted just then by a sudden blast of music in the living room. The group stared at each other in surprise and left the room to see what was happening. All except Flair of course, who stayed perched on the buffet table, drinking his Jack Daniels and being totally oblivious to the situations around him.
"Pour some sugar on me...Ooh, in the name of love...Pour some sugar on me...C'mon fire me up...Pour your sugar on me...Oh, I can't get enough," Brian Kendrick was singing off-key as he slowly stripped.
"Take it off!" Booker cheered as Brian exposed his flat stomach first.
"I'm hot, sticky sweet...From my head to my feet yeah," Brian continued as he took off his shirt and flung it onto D'Von's head.
D-Von barely even noticed as he was busy thrusting himself into the waiting ass of Jericho. He took enough time to toss the shirt onto the floor then leaned forward, capturing Jericho's bottom lip with his and biting gently as he thrust harder. The small blond squealed in pleasure and begged for more.
"Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!...Crazy little woman in a one man show...Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love...Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up," Brian took off his belt slowly, teasing his growing audience, "You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little...Tease a little more."
Sean slid up behind Brian and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's body. The two began to sway seductively to the music. Sean reached down and gently unbuttoned Brian's pants for him. He pulled them over the small man's hips, exposing his biteable hip-bones, and began to caress his thighs. Brian closed his eyes and began to push against Sean's body behind him. Sean groaned softly and began to sing along with Brian.
"Pour some sugar on me...Ooh, in the name of love...Pour some sugar on me...C'mon fire me up...Pour your sugar on me...Oh, I can't get enough...I'm hot, sticky sweet...From my head to my feet yeah."
Brian slipped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He ran his hands over his chest and stomach, teasing his audience. He licked his lips as he felt Sean's fingers move up to work his nipples into hard nubs. Sean began to nip at Brian's collarbone, making him close his eyes and moan. The song ended and Brian collapsed back into Sean's arms. Sean gathered the smaller man into his arms and carried him off to the bedroom as quickly as he possibly could, forgetting–or perhaps not knowing–that Shannon was asleep in there.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Sean was telling Brian as he opened the door, "You're gonna cum for me long and hard are–what the fuck?"
Brian opened his eyes and looked questionably at his soon to be lover.
"What?"
"There's someone in the goddamn bed," Sean replied.
"Well, kick them out. It's our turn to fuck."
"It's one guy...and he's sleeping."
"Wake him up then."
"That would be rude, baby. Besides, what if he's passed out?"
Brian sighed and kissed Sean's cheek. He jumped out of the bigger man's arms and walked over to the bed.
"Let's see who it is," he suggested, tugging on the covers. He rolled his eyes as he saw who was in the bed. "Damn you, Moore! Get your drunk ass up!"
"Hmmm...wha...what the fuck...what you want Brian?" Shannon mumbled as he woke up, stretching his arms above his head, "Damn! I got a headache already."
"Get out," Brian said, pointing to the door, "Me and Sean need the bed."
"Got any aspirin?" Shannon asked sleepily, rubbing his temples.
"Nah, man," Sean shook his head.
"Damn," Shannon mumbled, "I got this headache which won't go away..."
"Didn't you hear me?"
"Huh?"
Brian pulled on Shannon's arm.
"Get out," Brian repeated, tugging Shannon out of the bed.
"But I was sleepin'," Shannon complained, sticking out his lower lip, "Why do I hafta leave?"
"Because," Brian said slowly, making sure his friend heard every word he said this time, "Me. And. Sean. Want. To. Fuck." He paused and looked at him. "Got that?"
Shannon rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" he asked as he stumbled out the door.
"I did say–"
Sean wrapped his arms around the smaller man's body, pulling him in for a kiss.
"Forget him, Brian," he whispered as he pushed him back on the bed, "We got more important things to think about right now."
Brian sighed and kissed Sean back. He let his tongue swirl inside his hot mouth for a moment before responding.
"Like what?"
Sean smirked and reached into his pocket. He pulled out two small tubes.
"Like whether to use regular or flavored lube," he answered.
"Hmm," Brian murmured as he nipped playfully as Sean's chin, "How `bout both?"
"Both?" Sean asked, slightly amused.
Brian ran a hand over Sean's chest, his hands cool against his warm body. Sean shivered and ran his hand up and down Brian's back.
"Sure," Brian answered, "One of them the first time and the other the next time."
"Well then," Sean smirked, "Let's get started."
"By all means," Brian smirked back, "Stick that big dick of yours in me."
Those were the words that Sean had been waiting to hear. He ripped off the rest of their clothes and snapped open the tube of lube. The sound sent shivers of anticipation down Brian's spine and he closed his eyes as he felt Sean push first one then two fingers into his opening. He worked quickly, his body yearning to feel Brian's muscles surrounding him. His fingers were replaced a moment later by his rigid shaft.
"FUCK!" Brian screamed as Sean began pounding into him. He dug his nails into the bigger man's back, leaving marks.
"How's that feel, sexy?" Sean asked, quickening his pace, "You like the way I feel inside you?"
"Oh hell yeah!"
"Want me to fuck you harder?"
Brian could only moan in response. The two continued their furious love-making, ignoring their everything but the other's body. The noise and partying was like something in the distance–it was there but not real. As Sean felt his own release coming up he reached down to stroke Brian's dripping cock. He exploded only seconds after the small man, flooding his ass with his cum.
"That was the most amazing sex I've had in a long time," Brian panted as he laid his head on Sean's chest.
"Well," Sean said, his own breath uneven, "You said you want it one more time..."
Brian grinned and looked up into Sean's eyes.
"I sure as hell did..."
***
"Go shorty, it's your birthday...we gonna party like it's your birthday...we gonna sip bacardi like it's your birthday...and we don't give a fuck cause it's your birthday!" Morely sang along drunkenly as he and Lance Storm grinded to "In Da Club" by 50 Cents.
"Tell me Morely is NOT trying to rap," Booker said from his position on the couch with Dustin.
"I think he was darlin," Dustin answered as he tugged absentmindedly at one of his lover's dreads.
"WOOO!" Flair called out as he strutted around the living room, bottle of Jack Daniels still in one hand.
"Will someone PLEASE shut the old man up?" Jericho asked from the floor of the kitchen where he was busy licking a path down D-Von's stomach with his tongue, "I'm trying to concentrate here!"
"Yeah, me too!" Jeff added from under the dining room table.
Matt bent down to peek under the table.
"Jeffery Nero Hardy, what the fuck are you doing under the table?"
"Me," came a reply from Mark Calloway, "Or at least, he's trying to."
Matt blushed as he saw his baby brother sucking the long hard cock of the man known as the Undertaker. He did NOT want to see his brother like that. He quickly got up and found an empty space on the kitchen counter next to Johnny Stamboli and Jay Reso. Jay smiled at him and offered him a drink of vodka from the bottle in his right hand. Matt shrugged and took a drink. The liquid burned down his throat but he quickly took another drink. The three passed the bottle around before Johnny leaned over Matt to kiss Jay's mouth. Jay groaned and leaned forward, deepening the kiss. Matt felt his erection begin to push against his tight black jeans as he watched his friends make out in front of him. He resisted the urge to throw his arms around both men and pull them to the ground, tangling his limbs among theirs.
"I'm gonna go get some more to drink," Matt mumbled as he slipped of the counter and headed toward the fridge.
He stepped over Jericho and D-Von and grabbed a wine cooler out of the fridge. As he debated what to do next, the owner of the apartment came up behind him, placing a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Fuck, Chris!" Matt exclaimed, taking a drink to calm his nerves, "You scared the shit outta me!"
Benoit chuckled. "Sorry, Hardy," he apologized, "Didn't mean to."
"S'okay," Matt slurred. He took another drink then offered it to Benoit. He declined with a shake of his head. "Fun lil party, ain't it?" he asked as he finished the drink and belched.
"Yeah, I know how to throw them, don't I?"
"Fuck yeah," Matt laughed, "When's the next one by the way?"
"Probably tomorrow night," Benoit laughed along with him.
"Rock on!" Jay cheered, pulling away from Johnny long enough to take another drink of vodka and overhear the others' conversation.
