Good Enough By Stefani
	Good Enough By: Stefani Rating: Slash/NC17 Disclaimer: Don’t own Distribution: Storm, Dreamland, and Slash Central. All others must ask Parts: 1/1 I threw my tights into my gym bag, zipping it up tightly, with a hint of anger. Another long day… jet lag… annoying fans… annoying ignorant fans. Damn… they were the worst kind. And this kid was getting all kinds of crowd response. The word “kid” stung in my mind. I worked my ass off, and for what? Jobbing to other jobbers? That’s just the bottom of the pit. And now this Orton… he had a one-way ticket to fame thanks to the work of his family. Fucking prick. I heard a loud slam, and realized it had been my shutting the locker. Wow… did I do it that loudly? I hadn’t meant to… I hope no one comes in. Oh shit… too late… I hear footsteps. I guess it’s what I get for sneaking out of the show early. I just want to go back and sleep; I’m fucking dead tired. I grab the strap of my bag and turn, to see him standing in the corner of the door, one hand on the door frame, the other draped at his side. “Don’t worry kid, ever heard someone slam a locker?” I say with the most sarcasm. I really don’t want to deal with him right now. The main thing on my mind is rest. And maybe a nice, long, hot bath… “I didn’t come because you slammed the door. I came because I want to get something out of my locker.” He said with a smart-as tone to me. I don’t care. I feel my bag slipped, and I readjust it and look down, just to see him bending over. He’s still in his ring clothes, and those shorts are as tight as can be. And being as close as I am, I can see the thin thong line around the top. Damn it, Lance, get a hold of yourself. Even if you were up to a fuck tonight, you could do much better then Randy, here. Hell, s cheap streetwalker on the corner of 5th and Main would be better then him. But Lance… he looks good enough to eat in those shorts… and look at the muscles in his back, how they flex when he moves a little. And his legs, so strong… and with the hint of sweat, it would taste so salty if you ran your tongue up and down him. His skin is so smooth and tight… and perfectly toned. Randy turns, oh no, quick, advert your eyes. Good, Edge’s locker, stare it like there’s something in there you need… go, jerk your head. Get the confidence to look back… why’s he wearing that smirk on his face? His pale lips turned up, he knows you were looking… fuck… what should I say… “You’re blushing.” He says. Well, no shit, I didn’t need him to point it out, “Whoops… dropped my water bottle.” He says as he bends to get it, obscenely and purposely shoving his ass right in the air. It takes all I have no to reach out and touch it. He turns around with it in his hand and takes a drink, before holding it out and offering it to me. I decline. No time for water. Especially not water of which his lips were on. I get my bag, I will leave. I will not allow myself to be seduced by this kid. No way. I start to walk out and feel a restraint. He’s got a hold of my bag. I turn my head, trying to look very mad. “You know, you don’t want to leave… alone.” He whispers, “In fact… I was just leaving and could use a lift to a hotel.” I grind my teeth- hard. Say NO… don’t you dare accept this kid’s proposal. But before I can even say anything, his hand is touching my butt. It’s ON my butt… keep your will power, pull away… good… though now there is a vacancy where his hand was a few minutes ago. “Thanks, Lance.” He says before I even have a chance to decline. I scowl and contemplate banging my head into the lockers a few times, but decide that means I’d miss the show tomorrow, not that I’d miss much. I’m lucky if I’m not following Christian around and betting against Mark Henry. “Let me change real quick.” He says as he grabs some clothes. I turn my head, knowing I shouldn’t look. But yet the corner of my eye peeks out to see his strong butt with a thin black thong on. The string disappearing into his ass. I look closer, the thong is of a silk-look… it must feel so nice. He is positively gorgeous. I turn around and pretend not to look, or at least try not to. “What’s wrong, Lance?” he says, a comment I prefer to ignore. He’s done soon enough; even the ratty jeans seem to cling to his well-figured body. Of course he’d have to wear that tiny little wife beater. I can see all of his chest muscles right through it, the shirt appears four sizes too small. But just…. Right…. “Ready?” He asks, pulling me out of my thought and back to reality. I nod, and luckily as we are leaving, the show’s about over, so we’re not sneaking out too early. I pass Jericho as we leave, and I swear he winked at me. Look now, Lance, you’re hallucinating. Just great. Maybe I need some medication… that’s it… I’m insane. Somehow I’m already at the car, Randy at the passenger door. Why don’t I remember getting out here? Maybe it is possible to think too much… “Are you going to open the door?” He says, and I look over the top of the car, wondering now how long I’ve been standing here. I press the button and the familiar pop of the doors lets us in. I sit down and put the key in, wondering if I should be driving if my mind is this far away, but I decide I’ll be fine, and start the engine. Randy doesn’t put on his seatbelt, but I’m not one to mother. In fact… as I drive, I notice he’s scooting close to me. I can feel his presence against me, though he’s not actually touching me. His hand sets on my upper thigh, and I don’t want to get in a wreck. But it’s inching up… and I’m getting hard. But his hand is so big and soft… and it’s massaging my thigh so perfectly… I moan. Where did that come from? He must like it; he’s got that silly smirk again. I feel like I’m loosing my superiority power… and quickly. Fuck, I’m Lance fucking Storm, did I ever HAVE superiority? I shiver as his tongue touches my ear. It’s hot and wet, and runs up and down. I can’t help it- it felt too good… I know I can’t handle road head, so I hope he doesn’t even attempt it. Come on, Lance, pull it together, watch the road… don’t wreck… his hand creeps closer to my cock… I’m hard… he doesn’t touch it though, almost, but not quite. What a tease. Ah, I see the hotel ahead now…. Almost there… ah yes, parked. Pull the key out, good, smooth steps, Lance… smooth steps. He scoots back and grabs his gym bag and I get mine as well. We walk in; I already was in my room earlier, so we walk right to the elevator. I’m nervous in the elevator. There are other people in here and his hip is very close to my own. Hopefully my erection isn’t noticeable… that or people just don’t look. Thank god I’m just second floor. No one’s around… I fumble to get the key in the door. Come on… ah, success. I shove him in, not wanting anyone to see, and shut the door. Now I feel uncomfortable. We both stand in the room, staring each other day, horny… hot… and I don’t know what to do. He walks over and closes the blinds. That might help. I swallow the lump in my throat. He’s so much bigger then me. His hips sway a lot as he comes over; he’s just a little hard. I feel myself being inched against the door. “Well?” he says… my mouth moves, but words don’t come out. But that’s okay, because his lips are on mine, sucking me into his mouth and backing me up against the door more, tilting his head. He takes a hold of both of my upper arms. I was proud of my strength, but suddenly I feel inferior to this man. He pushes me back onto the mattress and straddles me, still kissing my lips. The mattress is hard, and I’m upset at myself for not getting a nicer room. Nothing can be done now, though. One of his hands trails down my side, and I tingle. A hand reaches under my sweater; he sure cuts to the chase of things. He’s playing with my nipple as we kiss, plucking it lightly, and it feels so good. When we break the heated kiss, I was sure it was just for air, but he pushes me shirt up more. I strain to look down, his lips didn’t come back to mine, but instead covered my right nipple. “Oh” A soft, high-pitched sound comes from my mouth, I know if he wasn’t sucking on my little bud he’d be smirking. His teeth manage to grab it and pull, and it feels so good… so hot… I hope I’ll get a blowjob from him, I can only imagine a partial amount of the pleasure this man is capable of delivering. He switches to my other nipple, and I realize I’m thrusting my chest into the air. One of his hands is rubbing up and down my chest. He really looks like he’s enjoying this. His cock is over mine, though both still restrained to our pants. His hips start thrusting up and down at me, our cocks bumping, and it feels so good… too good. I grunt a little, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss as his hips move up and down on me. I find myself wrapping my legs around as we thrust back and forth. His tongue pushes into my mouth with no restriction from me. It tangles with my own tongue, and we fight back and forth for a moment, pushing into his mouth, and then he pushed back into mine. His breath tastes like watered down mints, but not bad. I just hope mine still doesn’t taste like the salad I had for dinner six hours ago. He has a hold of my shirt again, and he slips it over my head and tosses it onto the floor, pausing his movement to reach back and take off his own. I can’t help but to reach out and feel his chest, feel his muscle, feel that tight, smooth skin. I scoot, and he moves for me and lies down. I start at the waistband of his pants, and lick my way up his stomach. Salty, just like I knew. I outline his well-defined muscles with my tongue, briefly sucking on his nipples. His eyes are sealed, and I reach a hand down and fondle his cock in his jeans. He’s huge. Great. I’m being turned again, and I feel his hands getting my zipper down. The material slides down over my hips, and he pulls off my shoes as well, adding to the clothes pile. I’m still in my ring thong. I usually only wear them during a match for the sole reason of lines through tights, but I had forgotten to bring a normal pair of underwear with me to the arena. I’ve been trying to talk Christian into wearing thongs, his lines are too visible… “Christ!” I yell as I feel him nipping at my neck, tugging the flesh… sucking. I arch my neck, grunting as his tongue flicks at it over and over, and a bite here or there. I reach a hand down to his butt, getting a hold and rubbing through the jeans. I can’t take it anymore. I fiddle with his button as he continues kissing me, and pull them down. They pool around his knees, but all I want to touch his those upper legs and butt. I touch the top of his thong, and it does feel nice to the fingers. I follow the line down his ass, before getting two handfuls and rubbing them. He starts thrusting to me again as he lifts his head up and his teeth tug at the bottom of my earlobe. The sensation I get now as we rub together is even stronger; both of us are nearly popping out of our underwear. His breath is hot in my ear, and I hear his staggered, forced breathings, as he mews little words to me that make me go weak in the stomach. I want to touch his cock… pull it out and suck away on it… but selfishness is too strong in me, and I want to feel him on me first. He must be able to read my mind, his tongue stops at my neck, and after a soft kiss, it’s going down my chest at the slowest speed, his body moving with his head. He stops at my thong and observes it for a moment, and his staring makes me blush a little. “What would you like me to do?” He asks, looking up. “Quit playing.” I say in a small gasp. He’s such a fucking tease. I didn’t ask for this, I just want a fuck. He knows what I want him to do. “Tell me… or I’m leaving.” Shit, he’s serious. Why can’t he just get to it already, I don’t know if I’m capable of such a many words. “I want you to pull that thong off, and put your big mouth on my cock and suck.” I say, a bit angrily, but guess what he’s doing. That’s right- smirking. Sure enough, I feel my cock freed, jutting up towards me, clearly demanding attention right this moment. He reaches his tongue out and licks the base, running circles around. His hands have a hold of my hips, and I’m about to PUT my cock in his mouth if he doesn’t quit this shit. Slowly, his mouth covers my head. “Ohhhh….” I say softly, it’s so nice. Pushing himself up with his arm strength, he starts to take me in. Oh shit… this is nice. I feel myself bumping the back of his throat, how is he not gagging. My hips are thrusting up, but I’m already completely in his mouth. He starts to suck… and his tongue is running on the underside. Oh god…. My hands have the bed sheets in handfuls, and his hands are pulled from my hips and one is massaging my balls. I shiver again. He alternates now between sucking and vibrating, one pleasure after another. And I feel so close to the edge… so close to sweet, sweet orgasm. His hand on my balls is more noticeable now, and it’s practically pumping me to come, squeezing roughly… little bolts of shivers are running up and down my body now. “Oh… Randy…. Oooohh!” I yell, I can feel myself so close… and he knows I am, too. He’s pulled me out of his mouth, except for the head of my cock, and he’s sucking on it so hard… so hard… I scream as I come, it feels so good, sweet release, shooting into his mouth. I watch his throat as he swallows, his hand on my cock pumping me until no more will come out. And then he kisses me, pushing my own taste into my mouth. My chest is heaving up and down. God that was nice. His hand is soothing me, touching my chest in gentle strokes. I push him down when I have regained strength and pull his thong immediately off. I want to taste him, now. I go right to taking as much as I can, though certainly not all. He’s huge, and thick, and what does fit in my mouth, I make short work off. I sucked wildly on him, and his hips are thrusting towards my face, more of him slipping in slowly. I pull a little out when I’m gagging, but he’s still fucking my face. I don’t want him to come, though, so I suck hard, but when I feel him tighten up, I take a pause, letting him come down just a little. I know he likes this a lot. Who wouldn’t though? That stupid smirk on his face. UGH! I don’t care, I’m going to work him until he’s begging me. Yea right. Like he’d beg. I’m hard again, it almost came instantly, but this man was certainly a sight, even more of one when he’s naked. I stop after he is panting, his eyes sealed tightly. He gets up, looking right at me. “Got lube?” He asks. I nod and point to my bag. He walks over and opens it up. He’s walking bowlegged, but with a huge cock like that in- between my legs, I would have been, too. He finds the baby oil I usually put on before going out for a match. It makes me shimmer. And it doubles as lube, so it has many good causes. I spread my legs for him when he comes back on the bed. The cap pops, and he puts some on his finger. I reach to hold my own legs back, lewdly showing off my tiny hole. His finger pushes lightly against the tight restraint. “Harder… push it in…” I say, before even realizing I’ve said it. His tongue swipes out to lick his lower lip, and in one thrust, the whole finger is in. Oh god… I haven’t had sex in way too long… I’m so tight. He wiggles it, and as always, it feels a bit weird at first, very big. But when he toys around with my prostate, none of that matters. The tip of his finger flicks against it, before pressing on it hard. I scream. I can’t help it; it feels too good not to scream. His finger starts thrusting in and out, hitting that spot every time. I’m sweaty and needy, and all I want now is his cock. He obviously wants to cut to the chase, too, because he’s already got a second finger in me. I try to push my ass back against his fingers, but it doesn’t help as much as I wish it would. He has a hand on my lower abdomen as a third finger goes in. He pushes in over and over. In… out… in… out. I pant heavily again, my hips move with the pace of his hand. “Fuck me.” I whisper. I can’t take this any more, he is overwhelming me. He smirks again, pulling his fingers out. “Sure? You’re a bit tight.” He says back. “The tighter… the better.” I say daringly, hoping that won’t be a comment I’ll regret. I’m still holding my legs up as he lubes his cock, getting a very thick layer on it. He adjusts himself, putting the head of his cock at my entrance. I am already bracing myself for the immense pain that I know is to come, and my eyes are clenched tightly. He pushes in a little, getting about an inch in. I scream, desperately trying to spread my legs wider, as he continues pushing into me, deeper and deeper, until he’s in all the way. The pain is excruciating, he feels too huge to be in me. His lips shower my face with kisses, telling me how it’ll all be better in a few minutes, how tight I am, how hot I am. How big his cock is in me. I like how he looks me in the eye when he tells me this. We kiss again as he pulls out, just a little, and pushes back in, rocking our bodies together to stretch my insides. I get my legs to wrap around his back as he starts to slowly fuck me. I scream again as he hits my prostate, and the pain is gone, filled with sweet pleasure. His hands hold my arms down as he kisses my neck, fucking me lightly now, my body rocking too and from. I drop my legs back to the bed and spread ‘em, allowing him to gain speed. He lifts his head up, his eyes are half-lidded as he pushes in and out, more and more…. Until he starts to fuck me- hard. The back of the bed hits the wall, and I pray no one calls the main office on us. His eyes are looking bleary, and he’s far off, on a deep quest to find release. I manage to remove one hand from the bed and pet at him, but my attention is drawn to my own cock. I wrap my hands around it, but he pushes it off, and has his big hand on my cock. He starts to pump me, and I gasp loudly, the sensation of his cock in my ass and his hand on my erection is astounding. He pumps me harder, matching his hands with the pounding in my ass. He glides in and out, and I’m so close to my second orgasm that it hurts, because I need to come so badly right now. Randy looks me in the eyes, and I can see it written across his face, he needs to come, too. He pushes in me and hesitates. He grunts, and I lock my legs around him. He starts to pump he harder, and I lean my head back and scream. “Randy!” I yell, feeling myself tighten and spurts start to come. His hands continue working me off through my orgasm, my seed spilling to my stomach. “Ohh… Lance…” He gasps, and as I reach the height of orgasm, I feel his hot seed into me, leaking out, his body limping over my chest, kissing my lips sloppily as we come together, shuddering and jerking about. As he comes down, he pulls me close, running his hand down my chest and tasting more of my seed on his lips, kissing my forehead. He may be just a kid… but it was good enough.