***************

"Tell me a fantasy."

I lifted my head up from where it was resting on Peter's broad
shoulder and stared at him.  "What?" I asked, a little confused.
Which wasn't suprising, considering I was still recovering from our
lovemaking.

He gave me an indulgent little smile as he brushed a lock of hair out
of my eyes.  "Tell me a fantasy," he repeated.

I couldn't help smiling as well.  "We just got done acting out one of
your fantasies," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.  "You're
ready to go again so soon?"

"Maybe.  Depends on what I hear."  he ran a sticky finger along my
jawline. "C'mon, babe.  Your turn."

On an impulse I captured his finger and licked it clean, tasting what
was left of the sundae he had turned me into.  Strawberry syrup,
whipped cream and Peter - it was an intoxicating combination.

It was also very messy.  The sheets were a total loss.  At least
Peter had thought ahead enough to put a tarp down to save the bed.

Messy or not, it HAD been fun.  But then making love with Peter
usually is.  The things the man comes up with...he's constantly
suprising me.

A shudder ran through him and he pulled his finger away.  "And
that'll definitely get me going again if you talking to me won't,"he
teased, tightening his hold on me. "C'mon, Mikey.  Let's hear one of
yours for a change."

A fantasy suddenly popped into my head, arousing me almost
immediately.  That suprised me a little; I was tired after a long day
of voiceovers and we had just finished.  But this one was an old
favorite and it never failed.

Peter felt me stir against him and he smiled. "Tell me what you're
thinking, babe,"he coaxed, giving me a leer for good measure.  "If
you do, I just might do it."

I immediately shook my head, my cheeks growing hot.  "No...there's no
way we could do this."

"How do you know?" he countered.  "Maybe we could if you tell me what
it is."  He tried to guess.  "Something kinky? Whips, chains,
handcuffs...like that?"

"No!"  I shook my head, eyes wide.  "Nothing like that.  No pain or
anything."  I paused, suddenly thoughtful. "Although...I might not
mind the handcuffs."

A delighted grin crossed my lover's face. "Really?  You'd let me do
that?"

I nodded.  "I trust you.  I know you won't hurt me."

"Never, babe."  he kissed me, long and deep.  "I'll talk to Bossman.
Maybe he had an extra set of cuffs we can borrow."

"If he doesn't, try Raven."  At Peter's confused look I
explained.  "I overheard Coach last week as I was finishing
up "Excess".  The two of them are getting a little adventerous."

"Raven always was nuttier than a $2.50 fruitcake, "Peter commented,
wrinkling his nose. "And Coach isn't much better from what I hear.
Those two make the perfect couple."  He paused, his hand running dowm
my back.  "So if it's not kinky, then what?"

I settled my head back on Peter's broad chest. "It's not so much what
we do.  It's where."

"Okay...so where?"  Peter was definitely being persistant.

I swallowed hard.  He'd definitely think I was strange with this one,
but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't about to let
it go.  "In the ring."

The hand caressing my back stopped.  "The where?!"

I looked up.  Peter's dark eyes were wide with shock.  I couldn't
help smiling; it's no often I suprise him, especially with stuff like
this.  "In the ring."  I repeated, making sure he heard me correctly.

"The werestling ring?" he elaborated and when I nodded his eyes grew
even wider.  "Michael!"

My smile turned into a grin.  "Shocked you, huh?"

"A little, yeah," he confessed.  "I mean...you're not exactly an
exhibitionist, babe."

He had a point there.  It had taken three months and Peter's constant
persistance to get me comfortable enough to let him leave the lights
on.  "I know," I said.  "I don't know what it is, but the thought of
doing it in the middle of the ring...it just gets to me."

"Yeah, I can tell," he teased, reaching between us to grasp my
renewed erection.  He chuckled when I let out a low moan.  "So give
me details."

"Details?" I echoed helplessly.  Peter's touch was quickly taking
away my reason.

"Yeah.  Details."  he nuzzled my ear.  "Like...what city are we in?
Is the crowd cheering us on? Is JR sitting at ringside doing play-by-
play?"

"No. Nothing like that," I managed to get out.  "No particular
town...the ring set-up is what we use for Smackdown...and we're all
alone.  there's no one else...but us."  I squirmed under Peter's
touch; he was beginning to drive me crazy again.  "But while
we're...just as we're about to...your entrance music comes on."

Pete was silent for a moment, then he said thoughtfully, "You know
something?  That's pretty sexy."  For emphasis he took my hand and
placed it on his hard cock.  "You're giving me all kinds of ideas."

Arapping my other arm around him, I smiled.  "Well, how about sharing
a few of them with me," I murmured, drawing him even closer.
Grinning as well, Peter's lips met mine and everything else was
temporarily forgotten.

*************

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as we drove. It was a necessary
question since I couldn't see anything.  Peter had requested that I
keep my eyes closed durig the drive and I was doing my best to do as
he asked.  It was getting difficult though; I was almost dying of
curiosity.

"You'll see," he said as I felt him turn a corner.  "Your eyes are
still closed, right?"

"Yes, they're still closed," I answered patiently; it was the fourth
time he had asked me the same question.  "It feels like we've been
driving forever."

"It's only been fifteen minutes."  I felt the truck pause and his
hand slide over my leg in a blatant caress. "Relax, babe.  We're
almost there."

"Almost where?" I protested, shivering under his touch.

"Can't tell ya. It'd spoil the suprise."  There was a pause.  "You
can wait a couple more minutes, can't you?"

I scowled.  "I suppose," I grumbled.  "Are you going to make it worth
my while?"

Peter let out a deep, rich chuckle.  "Oh, yeah.  Definitely."

After several minutes more, The truck pulled to a stop.  "Keep 'em
closed," he reminded me.  "I'll tell you when you can open them."

Unhooking my seatbelt, I waited patiently as he got out.  "I'm going
to end up flat on my ass, you know," I said as I heard him open the
door.

He took my arm.  "Relax, babe.  I'm not gonna let you fall.  Just
take it slow."  His other hand slid around my waist.  "I gotcha."

I jumped out of the cab, my own arms around him.  "Yes, you do," I
murmured, pulling him into a kiss.

Much to my dissapointment, Peter pulled away almost
immediately.  "Not here, babe," he warned softly.  "There's no one
around, but we're out in the open."

I felt my cheeks grow hot.  "Sorry.  Couldn't resist."

His hands slid down my back, giving my ass a quick squeeze before he
pulled away. "Yeah.  Know what you mean."  He tugged at my
hand.  "C'mon."

Peter led me across what I guessed was a parking lot, stopping long
enough to open a door and have us both step inside.  "Okay," he said
after a moment.  "You can open them now."

I did as I was told, blinking furiously for a moment.  When my eyes
had adjusted to the dim light I glanced around, more than a little
confused. Peter had brought me to the Tough Enough training gym.
Everything was neat, down to the chairs stacked against the wall and
the pristine condition of the ring.

I glanced at Peter, who was grinning from ear to ear as he leaned
against the ring.  "So you think this'll do okay?" he asked.

I was even more confused now.  "Okay for what?"

"You know.  Your fantasy."  Reaching for my hand, he pulled me into
his arms.  "I know it isn't exactly what you said...I don't think
there's any way we could pull that off without getting caught...but I
thought maybe this would do okay."

I slid my arms around him, a slow smile spreading across my
face.  "How did you get in? I thought this place was locked up."

Reaching into his pocket, Peter pulled out his keyring and dangled it
in front of my nose.  "Still have my keys," he said smugly before
sropping them on the edge of the ring.  "And no one else is around.
Made sure of that, too."  His hands went back to my ass, pulling me
even closer.  "Well?"

I took another look around.  Granted, it wasn't the exact details of
my fantasy...but there was a ring...and Peter...

The hell with details.

Cupping the back of his head, I pulled peter into a deep kiss,
pressing my entire body against his so he could feel my arousal.  he
let out a little groan and literally lifted me up, placing me on the
ring apron, pressing me against the ropes.  I couldn't help letting
out my own moan as his hands moved to my belt.  "Peter..."

"Shh, baby.  Let me do this." His hands slid inside my pants and
rubbed my erectin through my underwear.  I whimpered, arching into
the touch as I grabbed the ropes for support.  Oh, God, I loved his
hands...

He grinned.  "Like that, baby?"

"You know I do."  I managed to get out.  I squirmed under his
elusive, featherlight touch.  Peter is an enormous tease when he
wants to be.  "Oh, God..."

His lips captured mine, our tongues tangling briefly nefore he drew
away.  "Open your eyes," he ordered softly and I obeyed.  "Now
watch."  Before I could say anything his head ducked down and he took
my cock into his mouth.

I cried out, clutching his head with one hand while I clung to the
ring rope with the other. The feel of his lips and tongue caressing
me was a rare pleasure; usually I'm the one on my knees. But what
Peter lacks in practice he more than makes up for with enthusiasm; he
was literally all over me, leaving no spot untouched, taking me as
deep as he could one moment and barely touching me with the tip of
his tongue the next.

It was the sight of him doing that, his tongue licking the head of my
cock like an ice cream come, that proved to be too much.  I came
hard, my shout echoing though the empty gym as he greedily drank me
dry.

I was still shaking when he leaned up to kiss me.  "I gotta do that
more often," he murmurred, grinning.  "You're delicious, babe."

I let out a weak little chuckle.  "And you're incredible."  I kissed
him again, a thrill going through me as I tasted myself on his lips.

I slid under the bottom rope, tugging on his hand.  "Come here," I
breathed.  "In the ring."

Grinning, he jumped onto the apron and slid between the
ropes.  "Okay, I'm in the ring," he said as he knelt next to
me.  "Was that it or did you want me to do something, too?"

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.  "Smartass," I
muttered as I pulled it over his head.  "Take off your clothes.
Before I tear them off you."

"Demanding, aren't you?" Peter smiled as he pulled away and stood
up.  He ran a hand over his denim-clad erection.  "This what you
want, baby?"

I stared, transfixed.  Just watching him do that brought my arousal
back full force.  Scrambling to my feet I took Peter's shoulders and
pushed him against the corner turnbuckle. "You know something?" I
said conversationally, putting my hands on the ropes on either side
of him to keep him where he was.  "You're a tease."

Peter grinned.  "And you love it, don't ya, babe?" he purred.  "So
what're ya gonna do about it?"

Unbuckling Peter's jeans, I fell to my knees, pulling them down with
me.  I licked my lips in anticipation; Peter's not the tallest
Superstar, but he makes up for it everywhere else.  "I was thinking
maybe this."  I slid my mouth over his cock.

He let out a long, low groan as he cupped the back of my head, his
fingers brushing through my hair.  "That's it, Babe," me
breathed.  "Fuck, you feel good doing that.  And you should see how
sexy you look."  His fingers brushed my cheek, a shudder running
through him.  "So damn beautiful."

I sucked harder, his words spurring me on.  My tongue ran along his
shaft and around the flared head, causing another moan to escape him,
this one louder than the first. I loved driving him crazy like this,
knowing I'm the only one who can make him lose his iron will
control.  The feeling was intoxicating.

Just as I kneow he was about to come, he gently but firmly pushed me
away, lifing me to my feet.  "No.  Not like that," he whispered.  I
was about to protest when he kissed me firmly.  "That's not the
fantasy."

My eyes widened; he was worried about the damn fantasy?! "I don't
care..."

He silenced me with another long, deep kiss.  "I do," he
breathed.  "I want this right for you."

"It already is," I somehow managed to get out.  Peter's kisses have a
way of taking my breath away.

"I want this right for me, too, babe," he added softly.  "What you
said, I can't get it out of my head."  He nuzzled my ear, nipping at
it and I groaned.  It's one of my weak spots, and Peter damn well
knows it.  "I want to come in you.  Here.  Now."

I literally felt my knees go weak.  He knew what talking like that
did to me, the bastard.  I swars he does it just to see what I'll do.

"Well, I wasn't about to dissapoint him.  Backing away from him, I
took off my clothes.  "Then do it.  Right here.  Right now."  I laid
down in the middle of the ring, my eyes never leaving his, my legs
spread in open invitation.  "Fuck me."

He stood there and stared for a moment, then took the rest of his
clothes off in record time.  He knelt next to me and I took him in my
arms, pulling him on top of me, moving until he was positioned right
at the center of me. "Do it," I whispered into his ear when I felt
him hesitate. "Now.  Please, Peter."

"Wait, babe, we can't," he protested, the struggle between tenderness
and desire obvious by the look on his face.  "We haven't...I need
to..."

"No, you don't."  I rubbed myself against him frantically; he was so
hard, so close that he was leaking.  It was enough to make me slick
and ready for him. "NOW, Peter." Our moans echoed through the empty
gym as he slowly entered me.

It should've hurt, but it didn't.  Peter is always so gentle, so
careful that even without the normal preparations there was no more
than a twinge or two.  When he was finally all the way in we clung to
eachother for a moment, savoring the closeness, trying to bring
ourselves back under some semblance of control.

Peter brushed a kiss across my lips.  "Okay, baby?" he breathed, the
concern, the love, plain in his husky voice.  "Okay?"

"More than okay," I managed to get out.  I squirmed underneath
him.  "Peter...please..." My words turned into a moan as he began to
thrust.

It took a moment for us to find a rhythem against the hard rubber mat
of the ring, but once we did Peter began pounding into me and I gave
back as good as I got, meeting every one of his thrusts with one of
my own.  I clutched him close, shuddering every time he brushed
against that spark of pleasure deep inside me.  God, he felt so GOOD
doing this...it always felt so good and it never lasted long enough
and we were both so dam close...

I was just about to come when he stopped moving all of a
sudden. "Don't stop!" I protested, thrashing against him. "What are
you doing?"  Peter was reaching across the ring for...his keys?  His
keys?!

"Easy, babe," he soothed.  "Just had to get these."

"For what?!"  I couldn't help yelling.  I was getting frustrated and
when that happens I get mad. "What in the goddamned hell do you need
your keys for when you're supposed to be fucking me?!"

He gave me a hard kiss and suddenly grinned.  "For this."  Lifting
his hand over both our heads, he pressed a button on his keyring.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the Cypress Hill song that Peter
uses for his entrance music.  I let out a patheitc little whimper; I
don't know what it is, but that song turns me on like nothing else.
I honesly think that's why Peter picked it; everytime I hear it I
just want him to screw me senseless.

He began to thrust again inperfect time to the music and my whimpers
turned into choked off cries.  I couldn't do anything: I wasn't about
to stop him andI was so overwhelmed with lust that all I could do was
lie there under him.  He took us both for a ride, sending me flying
so high that I thought I'd never come down.

We had to, though.  With all the mutual teasing Peter was too close
and I was right behind him. A moment later, Peter was shaking hard in
my arms, burying his face in my shoulder as my name came out in a
trembling little whisper.  The combination of that shaky whisper with
him coming deep inside me was all I could take.  Screaming Peter's
name, I came all over both of us so hard that my world spun out of
control.

Peter went limp, his weight heavy on top of me, a comfort instead of
a burden.  It's why I like this position of lovemaking the best; not
only do I get to see his face, but I get to hold him afterwards,
soothing him as he's soothed me so many times before.  It's rare he
let's me do anything like this for him; he prides himself on being as
tough as his ring persona.  It's only moments like this, with both of
us spent and exhausted, that he lets himself go.

All too soon, Peter rolled onto his side and slipped out of me.  I
couldn't help letting out a little moan over the loss and he quickley
pulled me closer.  "Shh, baby.  I'm right here."  He brushed a kiss
against my temple as he smoothed back my hair.  "You okay?"

I snuggled close.  I was naked, sticky, a little sore and tured, but
I was also happy.  "Mmm. Wonderful."  I pulled him into a
kiss.  "Thank you."

"Anytime, babe."  he suddenly grinned.  "Got anymore fantasies you
wanna tell me about?"

I couldn't help laughing.  "Maybe.  But it's your turn next.  Do you
have one?"

A thoughtful look crossed his face.  "Well...I've always wanted to do
you in the locker room shower."  He ran a finger along my
cheek.  "You're awfully sexy soaking wet."

An image of the two of clinging together surrounded by steam and
runnign water suddenly popped into my head and incredibly I felt
myself getting aroused all over again.  I don't know how he does it,
but I wasn't about to protest.  I got to my feet, pulling him up with
me.  "Why don't we see how much hot water this place has?" I said
with a grin.

His grin echoed mine and he pulled me into a kiss before helping me
climb out of the ring.  "Lead the way, baby."