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The camera light clicked off, signalling the switch to ringside and I
immediately relaxed.  Usually I don't have a problem doing color for
Heat, even a pay-per-view one, but tonight was different.

Tonight was Wrestlemania 18.

Things are always a little more jacked up for a Wrestlemania;
everybody gives a little extra to make the show look good.  Which is
why I'm all trussed up in this ridiculous tuxedo sitting in the lap
of luxury in a skybox suite so high above the crowd that my stomach
is doing cartwheels.  It's not for the comfort level, that's for sure.

I glanced over at Mikey; he's calm and collected, totally at ease in
his own rental.  Even in a loaner he manages to look beautiful.
There's not one crease mark, not one hair out of place.  He always
looks good to me, even in battered jeans and a t-shirt, but
tonight...tonight he was definitely heartstopping.

He caught me staring and smiled.  "See something you like?" he asked
coyly as he clipped off his mike.

My eyes widened.  He's usually not so direct.  "Matter of fact,
yeah," I said as I unclipped mine.  What I wouldn't give to be able
to kiss him senseless right then and there.

We weren't alone though.  The camera guys were on the other side of
the room packing up their gear, the arena manager had just some in to
make sure everything was okay and the caterers were setting up for
the party that was going to be in here after the show. Top that off
with the fact that Mikey as to leave to do a promo with Booker T and
it was a wonder that I wasn't more frustrated than I already was.

Last year had been the same, with the same level of frustration, but
with me leaving early for a match instead of him.  This year I wasn't
wrestling; Spike and I had lost the tag belts a little more than a
month ago and with the roster as full as it was there was no room for
me going solo. So this year I could jus sit back, relax and enjoy the
show.

Which pissed me off to no end.  I was itching to be down there in the
ring under the bright lights.  Sometimes my job sucks.

Mikey's voice brought me back.  "So do I," he purred, so softly I
almost missed it.  I swallowed hard and glared at him; was he trying
to drive me crazy? He was doing a pretty good job.

"Good show, guys," one of the production guys said just then, giving
us a thumbs up for good measure.  "Mike, you've got Booker T in about
an hour."

He nodded.  "Thanks, Tom. I'll be down."  Tom nodded as well and gave
us both a wave as he left, closing the door behind him.

I noticed we were alone just as Mikey was going to the door.  "So
it's just us," I commented.  I was glad for a little alone time with
my baby, even if we couldn't put it to good use.

There was a soft click as Mikey locked the door.  "Good."

I had no warning.  One minute he was on the other side of the room
and the next he was in my arms, kissing me breathless.  It suprised
me so much that for a minute I didn't know what to do; like I said,
usually Mikey's shy when it comes to stuff like this. But once I got
over my shock I gave as good as I got, tangling my tongue with his,
cupping his face in my hands and pressing myself against him until we
were both moaning.

Mikey broke away with a groan.  "You have been driving me out of my
mind all afternoon," he confessed.

I took in his glazed eyes, flushed face and obvious arousal.  He
looked irresistable.  "I have?" I asked, pretending innocence.

"Yes, you have." His tone was faintly accusing. "You in that
tuxedo...all I want to do is jump you."

I grinned, knowing all too well what me getting all decked out does
to him.  It's almost enough to make me not mind it so much.  "You
look pretty good, too, Mikey babe," I said, running a finger along
his jawline.  "Makes me wish we had enough time to...you know."

He smiled.  "We may not have enough time for that, but I'm sure I can
think of something."  For emphasis he took my finger in his mouth and
began to suck on it.

I let out a groan, the warm wetness sending a jolt straight to my
dick. "Fuck, babe.  Who are you and what in the hell did you do with
my Coleslaw?"

He laughed.  "I know.  This is so unlike me, isn't it?" He pressed
himself against me again and I felt his hardness against my leg. "I
can't help it, though.  Seeing you like this...you look so damn
sexy..."  Putting his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me against the
wall.  "I just want to rip off that suit and have you screw me silly
on the couch until the people down in the ring can hear us.  I wish
to God there was enough time." His hands went to my pants, undoing
buttons and my zipper, pushing cloth aside.  "But there isn't, so
this'll have to do."  With that, he fell to his knees and before I
could even think of stopping him my dick was down his throat.

I let out a loud groan and sagged against the wall, my hands clawing
at the concrete for any kind of support.  Fuck, he was good at
this...he was VERY good at this. Sometimes I forget if he hasn't done
it for awhile. His tongue was teasing me, leaving no spot untouched
as his fingers dug into my thighs.  I couldn't help moving my hands
down to meet his, squeezing them briefly before I tangled them in his
hair. He was so beautiful loving me like this...I never got enough of
him.

Mikey looked up at me just then, those beautiful eyes of his locking
onto mine.  That sight was all I could take; shouting his name, I
came hard, sending my come deep down his throat.

He sucked me dry, even licking me clean before he drew away and
tucked me back into my pants. Grasping his hands, I pulled him into
my arms and kissed him long and deep, tightening my hold on him as I
tasted myself.  It woud've been enough to get me going again if he
hadn't done such a thorough job.

He finally broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around my neck.  "You
like?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

My own arms slid around his slender waist.  "Like? I did more than
like, baby."  I stole another kiss.  "You are fucking incredible."

His grin became even wider.  "And you're absolutely delicious."

Leaning closer, I nuzzled his ear, pleased when I heard him sigh.  "I
bet you are, too," I murmurred, one hand going to the front of his
pants to cup his erection.  I rubbed him a little and his sigh became
a low moan.  "Sweet...I bet you're so damn sweet...can I taste?"

He looked up at the clock just then and cursed. "God, I wish you
could...I want you to so bad."  There was a wild look in his eyes as
he drew away.  "I have to go.  Booket T...I have to go."

I cursed as well. Like I said before, sometimes our job really
sucks. "Iceburgs," I supplied automatically.  We had played this game
before, calming eachother down from crazy if we couldn't finish right
off. "Mae Young stripping.  Calimari garlic breath."

"Okay!  Enough!" He cried, laughing.  "I think the last one did it."

I grinned.  "You sure? 'Cause I got one more."  I came out with it;
it was cruel, but I couldn't resist.  "Heyman in a g-string."

Mikey made a show of gagging.  "That's disgusting," he commented,
making a face.  "That definitely killed it.  In fact, I might never
get it up again."

"Oh, you will.  I'll make sure of that."  Leaning over, I gave him
one last kiss.  "Go on.  I'll wait here.  And I'll make it up to you
when you get back."

"You beter."  He grabbed his notes from a side table and dusted off
his knees. "I won't be long," he promised, gifting me with one of his
brilliant smiles.  "Love you."

"Love you, too, babe.  Don't let Booker T get to you."  He nodded and
left, closing the door behind him.

I watched the promo on the suite's TV.  It went perfectly, with
Booker T acting like the ass he was and Mikey playing his part to the
hilt with equal doses of fake fear and business-like attitude with a
dash of smartass thrown in.  The whole thing had gone off without a
hitch and the best part of it was we got away with it clean.  No one
was the wiser of our little romp of delight in the skybox before
Mikey went on the air.

The only clue to it all - and we both missed it - was Mikey's hair.
What had started out as being perfectly in place was now definitely
messed up.

I couldn't wait to mess it up even more.