When You Least Expect By forgiven
	Title: When You Least Expect (working title) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico (who won't play too big role in the story anyway). None of this ever happened. And I don't know if there's really any such place as Littleton, Florida... I just made it up like everything else. Notes: I'm sure most of you have read the horror stories Adam and Jay tell about getting stranded in the States without any money and having to call home and get bailed out. Well I got to thinking, what if something had happened before that to make them reluctant to call home for money- then they'd have to be more creative in earning money to get home... ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ Littleton, Florida. It was over an hour's drive from the posh suburbs of Miami. Population about 350 people- it consisted of a gas station/service garage, a post office, a diner, and a drug store all surrounded by dirty little houses and trailers. Jay and I stood in front of the garage, staring at each other helplessly. What a fine place for the old Festiva to break down. I took one last look inside at our car- it was a worthless piece of junk that died more often than it ran, but it had taken us and our wrestling gear all over Canada and the U.S. Now it looked as if this was its last stop- no way could we afford to pay for the engine overhaul- Jay and I were officially flat broke. Not to mention stranded about as far from home as we could be while still being on the same continent. And just to spite us, it started to rain. I looked over at Jay and saw tears forming in his normally clear blue eyes. I turned away, feeling like crying myself. We stood quietly in the cold drizzle for a few minutes. "Anything?" I finally asked him softly, continuing the conversation we had started a moment ago. "Yes, anything! Christ, Adam, we're in the middle of freakin' Nowhere, U.S.A.!" Jay exploded at me. "We have to do anything we can to get money- we can't ask our parents for money again- not after they just spent all that money bailing our asses out of jail last week." I knew he was right. I was pretty sure that if I called my mom, she would wire some more money to me, but I felt guilty every time I went to her for cash- I knew it was hard for her to come by. Even though I knew it wasn't my fault the car had broken down, I still felt like it was my responsibility to get us out of this mess. An idea had come to me, but I pushed it away, hoping I could think of another plan. All that happened was that Jay and I got wetter by the minute. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of how best to bring up the subject with Jay. "You remember that tall bleach-blonde that was at our show Tuesday?" I asked him. "The gay dude that was trying to hit on you?" Jay asked, confused. "What about him?" "Well, he was telling me about this huge party he's throwing-"Jay's eyes began to narrow with suspicion and I quickly continued. "Anyway, he's looking for some entertainment to book-" "Adam, you aren't seriously going to suggest that we strip tease or sell ourselves, or something like that are you? Because if you are-" "No! Nothing like that," I interrupted, then amended "not exactly anyway. See, he's looking for some private wrestlers Jay." "Private wrestlers? What the hell does that entail, exactly, Adam?" I cleared my throat nervously. "Nude oil wrestling." I mumbled really quickly, looking down at my feet. "Nude what?? Excuse me?" Jay yelped. I repeated myself and when I finally got the nerve to look up, I found Jay staring at me as if I had just sprouted a second head smack in the middle of my first one. I started to get irritated, it’s not as if I was partial to the idea, but as he had said, we had to earn money somehow. Our last wrestling deal had caved in under our feet, which is the reason we were stranded in this godforsaken town in the first place. Jay kept staring at me with that horrified look- I got defensive. "Look," I began, struggling not to shout. "You said anything, Jason! And we're shit broke- that can of tuna we had for breakfast this morning was the last meal we can afford. Unless you want to call our moms collect and beg them for more money-" "All right, all right," Jay interrupted, making calming gestures at me with his hands. "I'm sorry. You're right, we don't have much of a choice. You know how to get a hold of this guy?" I nodded. "He gave me his card." Jay snorted, but didn't say anything else. I was just grateful he hadn't asked me why I still had the guy's card in the first place, because frankly I didn't have any idea. We headed down the street to the little diner on the corner and Jay waited nearby while I fished in my jeans for change for the payphone in the back of the diner. At least it was a local call. I dialed Rico's number slowly; taking a deep breath as the phone on the other end rang. I hoped I wasn't making a huge mistake... **Shortly After** I hung up and Jay and I sat down at the diner's counter. I gave him a thumbs up- we were set for tomorrow night. Jay shook his head but didn't say anything. We pooled what was left of our pocket change and set it on the counter in front of us- a sorry collection of mostly pennies and nickels. Jay signaled the waitress, a plain looking woman in her middle ages. "What will this get us?" he asked, smiling hopefully. She gave us a once-over with a practiced eye and shook her head sadly. Then she turned away without saying a word and went back into the kitchen. Jay shrugged at me and we struggled to contain our disappointment- hopefully we would get fed before we had to wrestle tomorrow night. Jay started to scoop the coins off the counter when the waitress returned carrying a tray loaded with two plates piled high with the thickest slices of chocolate cake I'd ever seen, and two tall glasses of milk. My mouth watered lustfully as she set the tray in front of us with a smile. Jay gave a whoop and pushed the coins toward her as he dug in. She shook her head and pushed the coins back, smiling at Jay fondly. My ears burned- I knew she was just taking pity on us, but I was too hungry to be proud. "We'll wash the dishes and clean up for you when we're done," I told her through a mouthful of my own cake. Jay turned and gave me a look that clearly said 'speak for yourself, numnuts', but he nodded in agreement when I kicked his leg under the counter. She laughed and headed back for the kitchen, speaking over her shoulder. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. I've got a pair of boys about your age- I'd like to think your mom would do the same for them." Jay turned to me. "Well?" "He remembered us." "He remembered you, is what you mean. Swell. What about the 'show'?" I nodded. "Party's on Friday, he couldn't find anybody else on such short notice so there's still a place for us." "Fantastic," Jay said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "We can sleep in the car tonight, but meanwhile what do we do for food today and tomorrow?" "I told him what happened and where we are; he's on his way to come pick us up right now. We can stay at his place tonight; he'll take the room and board out of our pay." Jay frowned. "How much are we getting paid for this anyway?" I shrugged- I had been too embarrassed to ask. "What difference does it make? It's more than we have right now." "I'd like to come out of this with a little cash in our pockets, Adam. At least enough to get us back home. I mean it’s not like wrestling in indy shows where you're doing it mostly for the exposure." I started snickering and Jay frowned at me again. I tried to explain between fits of giggles. "Exposure- nude oil wrestling. Get it?" Jay stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. I was going to wrestle my best friend naked at an orgy thrown by a gay man who had already made it exceedingly clear that he was very interested in me- and not just for my grappling skills. We finished eating in silence, me with the occasional snicker and Jay with the occasional snort of disgust in my direction. ~~Continued~~ Chapter 2 Title: When You Least Expect (working title) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this really happened- unfortunately. Notes: I changed Rico's appearance to give him a slightly more Billy&Chucky look, he won't be playing an important role in this story though (at least I don't think he will, although my musi do have a habit of throwing curves at me...) so don't worry about him too much ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ Rico was very wealthy; he was some kind of celebrity stylist- although looking at him I couldn't imagine who on earth would allow him to give them fashion advice. He was tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build and he wore his bleach-blonde hair short and spiked. Muttonchops and a penchant for lurid colors and patterns completed his look. Once we arrived he gave us the grand tour of his house. The place was a flamboyant as the man who owned it- every room was decorated in loud colors and accented with different, funky patterns. Rico showed Jay and I the living room where we were to be performing the next night. The small apartment I shared with my mom could have easily fit in that one room. Jay and I stared at each other with open mouths; neither of us had ever seen a place so big. We barely listened as Rico described how he would be rearranging the furniture to make room for the wrestling mats. "I'll show you your bedrooms after dinner," he said finally, then hinted that I might prefer to save on room and board by staying in his room that night. I hastily passed on the offer and he just shrugged and winked. "I'll have all night to change your mind." I blushed furiously. As far back as I could remember, I'd always had somewhat ambiguous tendencies, but I had always managed to suppress them and keep them hidden from everyone around me, especially myself. Guys like Rico flustered me, because I was half-scared of their attentions and half-flattered, after all he was not a bad looking man, and he did have a beautiful body. I mentally slapped myself for that last thought and pulled Jay aside in a panic as Rico left the room to check on dinner. Jay immediately busted out laughing. "Hey, don't get mad at me," he protested, seeing the look on my face, "this was all your idea, genius." I glared at him, but he just smirked back at me. "This is so not funny, Jay. You've gotta help me!" "Help you?" Jay asked, still laughing. "So he's got a crush on you, so what? We'll be out of here tomorrow night and he'll never see either of us again." "What if I wake up in the middle of the night and find him in my bed?" I wailed. Rico returned and announced that dinner was ready, stopping Jay from answering. He led us into the dining room, which was only slightly smaller than the living room. I knew I was in trouble the moment I laid eyes on the long, formal dining table. The head of the table and the seat next to it were romantically set with fine china and silverware and gold-rimmed wineglasses. Candles and a vase full of roses and baby's breath completed the atmosphere. All the way down at the other end of the long table another place was set, almost as an afterthought. It had a paper plate and a plastic cup and silverware and sat in almost complete darkness. Jay nearly choked trying to smother his laughter. He immediately began to head for that end of the table that was obviously set up for him. I whimpered and grabbed his arm. He shook me off. "Just play along," he hissed. I turned to Rico and managed about as convincing a smile as a man heading to the gallows. Rico winked and motioned me toward our end of the table. I sat down quickly before he could try and pull the seat out for me, my ears burning as I could hear Jay sniggering from his end of the table. I couldn't see him down at his dark end, but I knew that his obnoxious smirk was plastered on his face. I flipped him off when Rico wasn't looking. It was the longest dinner I'd ever had in my life- despite my hunger I could barely eat, but that was only because I had to spend so much time pushing Rico's hands off of me. All the time I glared down at the other end of the table where I knew Jay was smirking at me under cover of darkness. I could hear him snickering at me all through dinner, although he grew quieter as the night grew on. Finally we began dessert, and Rico began his fourth glass of wine. His hands had grown bolder through the course of the night, as had his racy comments and innuendos. His hand slipped down and squeezed my thigh. I shot a look of panic down the table at Jay. "Okay, Rico," Jay announced, standing up and coming down to our end of the table. "Enough is enough. Leave him alone now." "What?" Rico asked, not bothering to look at Jay. "You heard me," Jay snapped. "Keep your hands off him." When Rico appeared- or pretended- not to understand, Jay grabbed my arm and dragged me up to him, throwing his arm around my waist and repeating his command. Rico stared from Jay to me, realization dawning across his face. "Oh..." he said. "Oh! I didn't realize-" "He's mine," Jay growled to Rico. I struggled to act like this was not a new revelation to me and tried to cuddle closer into Jay's arms without actually getting too close. Rico looked back and forth into our faces, and a Cheshire cat's grin spread across his face. I didn't think he was buying it, but he flounced out of the room without saying a word. After a moment we could hear water running and the clattering of dishes being loaded into the dishwasher. Jay took his arm from around my waist and smacked me across the back of the head. "Do you think you could have been more obvious?" he hissed. "Wha-?" I was rubbing the back of my head, not having quite caught up yet. "I'm trying to save your ass- probably literally, I might add- and you stand there with your mouth hanging open like a big dummy and act like you're afraid to touch me." I made protesting noises, which Jay ignored. "You were acting like I had cooties or something!" "Well you surprised me, all right?" I said defensively, finally finding my voice. Jay made a noise that sounded like "Hmmph!" and folded his arms across his chest, scowling at me. "Let's just try to get through the rest of the night without one of us winding up in this guy's bed, all right?" he paused and gave me a significant look. "That is, unless you want to get with him?" I glared at Jay, outraged beyond speech. He smirked at me and threw his arm around my waist again, pulling me out into the kitchen with him. Rico looked up as we entered, having just finished loading the dishwasher and turning it on. "I guess you'll only be wanting one bedroom then," he said, smirking at us. I made a choking noise and hastily covered it up with a cough. "Damn right," Jay answered back with a grin. His hand slipped off my waist and pinched my ass. I squeaked. Rico's Cheshire grin reappeared as he looked over at me. "I can't believe I didn't realize you were a couple- I guess its just because you don't really act like a couple." "Adam's shy. He doesn't like public displays of affection." "You two are pretty cute together. I have to admit, though, I had you figured as straight," he said looking at Jay. He hooked his thumb at me and continued. "Him, I could tell right away." Jay snickered and gave my ass another pinch to quell my protests. I squeaked again and turned to glare at him. He winked and made a kissy face at me. I couldn't help but grin back at the silly smile on his face. Damn him if wasn't starting to have too much fun with this. All right, two could play at this game... I slipped a hand up under his shirt and tweaked a nipple; he jumped and looked at me in surprise. "Speaking of bed, baby..." I murmured, trailing my hand down his chest and circling his belly button. "W-who was speaking of bed?" Jay asked, grinning nervously. "I was," I purred, not missing a beat, letting a finger trail down to the waistband of his jeans and blinking innocently into his wide eyes. "I'll show you where your room is," Rico offered, heading back to the living room to get our bags first. Jay followed quickly, but I was slower, being somewhat distracted. Had my eyes deceived me or had there been a definite bulge in Jay's jeans when he turned away from me? Oh, Christ, why was I looking at Jay's crotch anyway? I shrugged the thoughts away, but worse ones popped up. Like, had that been a disappointment I felt when Jay finally slid his hand off my ass? I shook my head and hurried to catch up with the other two- I was not sexually attracted to my best friend. I tried not to look at Jay's ass as I followed him up the stairs to the bedroom we would share tonight. There was only one bed in the room of course- well, been there, done that. We'd shared cheap single motel rooms before, not to mention all the sleepovers we'd had when we were younger. I tried to tell myself that this wasn't any different, but I wasn't buying it. Somehow I knew this was a lot different. "I'll sleep on top of the covers, you can sleep under," I told Jay once Rico had left. I sounded more snappish than I had intended to, but I was feeling rather abused today and Jay seemed to understand. He just nodded his agreement and we got ready for bed in a heavy silence. Jay slipped on a rather small pair of gym shorts and crawled under the covers while I stripped down to my boxer-briefs. I perched on top of the covers near the edge of the bed feeling a bit silly and a lot self-conscious. Jay sat in the bed looking straight ahead, not saying anything to me, but I could feel him struggling not to laugh at me. Now that we were alone together, I was feeling embarrassed about the show I had put on for Rico. Not to mention the confusing thoughts and feelings that it had inspired. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and folded my hands in my lap. What was I going to do- sleep sitting up like that? "Adam- " Jay began, but a knock on the door interrupted him. Rico entered and sat down at the foot of the bed, looking to where Jay and I sat uncomfortably together. I couldn't imagine two people who looked less like a couple than Jay and I did at that moment. "I just wanted to tell you again how sorry I am for the way I acted tonight," Rico said, not looking at all sorry as his eyes ran up my legs and admired my body. I slipped under the sheets with Jay and pulled the covers up to my waist. Jay moved closer to me and put a casual arm around my shoulder, running his fingers through my hair. I tensed for a moment, then relaxed and snuggled into his arms. He leaned over and kissed my neck, his face lingered there for a moment, and I could feel his breath hot on my neck. Oh god, I wondered if he realized that was my horny spot? Jay looked up and our eyes met; I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes, but he turned to Rico before I could be sure. My toes curled and I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the shivers that were running down my spine. "Don't mention it." Jay told Rico. "If anything we owe you an apology for misleading you about our relationship. See, when we realized that you were attracted to Adam, we thought that there would be a better chance of you letting us work for you if you thought he was single." He stopped running his fingers through my hair and began massaging my neck and shoulders. It felt so good that I gave a small murmur of pleasure and let my head droop against his shoulders. God he had talented fingers. I blushed as I caught myself wondering what else he could do with those fingers. Jay rubbed deeper in response, and I listened drowsily as he and Rico continued their conversation. I was half-asleep and barely noticed when Rico finally got up and left. Jay continued rubbing me for a few minutes, then patted my chest with his free hand. I opened my eyes and tilted my face to look up at him. "I'm gonna turn in now, okay?" he whispered. I nodded blearily and peeled myself away from him, curling into the covers on my side of the bed. Jay snuggled down and turned his back to me, but there had been no mistaking the tenting under his sheets before he had done so. I was all too aware of the fact that my own cock was half-hard too. I tried pushing the thoughts away, but my mind kept going over everything we had done on what had started out as a normal day. "Jay?" I whispered after a few minutes. "Mmm?" "Thanks. For helping me out, I mean." He grunted in response, and I couldn't be sure if he was sleeping or just back to playing the tough guy again. I closed my eyes but it was a long time before my mind would settle down again enough for me to drift off. ~~Continued~~ Chapter 3 Title: When You Least Expect (working title) 3/? Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this really happened- unfortunately. Now we're starting to get to the good, smutty stuff ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ I woke up the next morning; the sound of Jay's soft breathing filling the air. Sometime during the night we had moved a lot closer together, and I could feel his warm skin brushing against mine and his long hair tickling my shoulder. My morning erection began hardening, and I slipped quickly out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I would not let myself feel this way about my best friend, I wouldn't let our friendship be destroyed because I was acting like- well, like the horny twenty year old man that I was. I finally got enough control of my rebellious body to take a leak, then jumped in the shower, turning the spray on as cold as I could tolerate it. No jerking off in the shower to thoughts of your best friend, Adam. Normally I took long showers, but I hopped out again after a few minutes, shivering and wrapping a small towel around my waist. I had forgotten to bring any clothes in the bathroom with me, so I would have to go back into the bedroom and change. In front of Jay. I berated myself for letting Rico get to me, what was the big deal? I had changed in front of Jay for years. Hell, I had even showered with the man. I pulled the door open slowly and stopped when I heard a noise. I peaked out of the crack and bit my lip, immediately wishing I hadn't looked. There was Jay, sprawled out on top of the covers, his shorts pushed down his hips and his cock in his hand. He was stroking it furiously and by his ragged breathing I could tell he was close to coming. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't help but watch him. There was a light sheen of perspiration covering his naked torso. His head was tossed to the side and he had his eyes screwed shut as he bit his pillow to keep from making too much noise. Even so, I could hear little whimpers escaping his lips, and the sound made my cock twitch in response. I stroked myself through the towel, watching as Jay jerked himself off. His right hand made a tight circle around his cock and he was thrusting his hips wildly through it, while he reached down with his other hand and rolled his balls in his fingers. I let my towel drop and began stroking myself, imagining what it would feel like to have his long, beautiful fingers stroking me. I bit back a moan as Jay tossed his head back and his body arched off the bed, his seed spraying his sweaty chest. I watched as his lips moved silently. What the- ? Had that been my name he had mouthed as the last of his orgasm rolled through his body? I shook my head; it was just my imagination. I had known Jay for years, and I knew he was straighter than a picket fence in Mayberry. I closed the door quietly, and began stroking myself harder, for once letting my fantasies run free. Jay's unintentional show had made me incredibly horny and I quickly brought myself off replaying it in my mind. I bit my arm to keep from calling out and the taste of my own blood flowed into my mouth. I quickly cleaned up afterward, wiping myself off with the towel at my feet and tossing it into the hamper. I grabbed a new towel and wrapped myself up again. Jay was sitting on the bed when I came out, his skin was flushed and he was still a little sweaty, but otherwise I probably never would have known if I hadn't seen it. I spotted a wad of crumpled up tissues in his hand and smiled to myself. I grabbed my bag from the floor and took it over to the bed, tossing it down and opening it. Jay stood up and spun me around to face him, I gawked at him in surprise. He caressed my arm lightly. "You're bleeding," he said softly. I sighed in relief, I thought for a minute that he had seen me watching him and was going to confront me about it. "It's nothing." I told him. "Just a scrape." His eyebrows rose. It was a bad lie- the teeth marks were visible in the wound, but he just nodded slowly. He leaned closer to my arm, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss it, but he just nodded again and leaned back. "You should clean it. Might be infected." He headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I stared- I know he didn't just wiggle his hips at me before the door had closed. As I dressed, I cursed Rico out silently for bringing out these feelings that I had so carefully buried. ~~Continued~~ Chapter 4 Title: When You Least Expect (working title) 4/? Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this ever happened. I can only dream... Summary: Rico lets the other shoe drop. LOL ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ The rest of the day went by in a strange blur, and time seemed to be moving unevenly. One minute Rico was serving us breakfast at a small round table in his sunroom, the next minute we were all having lunch out in his gardens. Jay and I took a dip in the pool while Rico watched us nearby, tanning. We tussled with each other playfully in the water, trying to keep our minds off the match, but every time we touched I would get a strange twisting in my stomach. What seemed like only a minute later, Rico served us a small, early dinner and then showed us to his library. Jay and I settled down and read in silence, while he started making the preparations for his party. The next thing I knew, it was getting dark outside, people were arriving for the party, and Rico was showing us up a back staircase to our bathroom to get ready for our match. . . . Jay pulled a bottle of baby oil out of his bag that we normally used to oil up for matches and set it on the counter of the bathroom sink. Rico motioned for Jay to put it back and pulled a bottle out of his pocket, handing it to me with a great flourish. "Use this instead. It's flavored." He winked. I felt a blush creep from the top of my forehead all the way down to my toes. I couldn't believe I was going to let this man see me naked. Jay shook his head. "And why would we want to use flavored oil?" he asked Rico. "Because it tastes better?" Rico suggested with an air of false innocence. I smelled something fishy about his attitude; I stole a glance at Jay and could see he was thinking the same thing. Rico smiled at our suspicious faces. "Is there something you forgot to tell us?" I asked, and his triumphant look confirmed it. "Spill it," Jay growled, in his don't-give-me-no-bullshit voice. Rico's eyes darted to Jay nervously and I was happy to see his smile flicker a little. I smirked- Jay could be very intimidating when he chose to, despite his smaller stature. "It's a first come match." Jay and I exchanged blank looks, and Rico regained some of his arrogant swagger. "It can only be won by orgasm. Winner has to make the loser come. I thought I mentioned that already?" To say that there was loud protesting on the part of Jay and I would be a grave understatement. I actually had to hold Jay back before he could get his hands around Rico's neck. The three of us argued furiously with each other for another ten minutes. Rico, of course, had the last word. "My party, my rules. Nobody's making you two wrestle, you know, but if you want the money this is how its gonna go." Jay opened his mouth to protest again, but Rico interrupted. "Feel free to leave if you don't like it- just don't forget to pay me for room and board on the way out." I elbowed Jay in the stomach to shut him up before he could say something that would piss Rico off. Rico stared at us with a look of smug self-satisfaction. "I'll leave you guys alone for a little to think it over. When I come back, be ready to perform or be ready to leave." He turned on his heel and flounced out. The door shut behind him, leaving us alone in the cavernous bathroom. Jay turned toward me slowly and I cringed inwardly at the look on his face, mentally bracing myself for the verbal barrage I half felt I deserved, but it never came. The novelty of seeing Jason Reso speechless would have been funny if I wasn't so terrified he might fly off the handle and attack me. We stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. "What are we going to do?" Jay whispered finally. I shrugged helplessly. "We could sneak out..." I offered. After all, Rico hadn't paid us yet; we didn't actually have to go through with it. Jay shivered. "Shit, Adam. We need the money." I nodded dumbly, reluctant to offer any opinion. I wanted Jay to decide, I had gotten us into this mess and I felt guilty about making an argument either way. We had been prepared to go through with it when we thought it was only wrestling nude. We had been changing in the same locker rooms for years, its not like we'd never seen each other naked before. And we were already half naked when we wrestled each other, so once we'd wrapped our minds around the concept... But this curve Rico had thrown so casually at the last minute, this idea was going to take more work to get used to. I looked at Jay and amended the thought. If he was anywhere near as nervous about the idea as I was, it was going to take a lot more. Strangely, though, the idea wasn't as repelling as I thought it might be, and deep down a part of me I wasn't ready to recognize yet found the whole thing oddly appealing. I could feel my groin tighten as those disturbing new thoughts wound through my mind. Jay was watching me and I realized that he was looking to me for a decision. I took the coward's way out. "It's your call," I told him. "I'll follow your lead whatever you decide." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door. He swallowed hard a couple times, then gave a jerk of his head. "We'll do it." he said, opening his eyes and searching my face. I nodded back at him, not able to think of anything to say and not trusting my voice to speak anyway. An uncomfortable silence passed between us as we just stared at each other again. I wondered if my face looked anywhere near as green as his did. He took a few steps around the bathroom, pacing in a tight circle, then he stopped near me and shrugged. "Guess we should get ready then," Jay said. I nodded again, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. We stripped off our clothes in the awkward silence, and found ourselves reaching for the bottle of oil at the same time. Our hands brushed and I jerked away violently as if I'd been electrocuted. Jay quirked an eyebrow at me and I blushed furiously, embarrassed at the way I'd reacted. "Sorry," I muttered, motioning for him to go ahead and take the oil. I watched as he began rubbing himself down, unable to stop my eyes as they slipped down to look at his dick. We had made our fair share of jokes in locker rooms over the years, both of us being well endowed which was especially noticeable when we were in our in our ring tights. He was large, not as long as me, but thicker, with a generous set of balls. He shaved his pubic hair too, which I found to be immensely sexy. My eyes traveled back up the hard and now gleaming muscles in his stomach and chest and when I glanced back up to his face I met his eyes and realized that he had been watching me watch him. I found myself blushing again as I turned away. I don't know why I was so embarrassed, if one of us was going to win this match, we would have to do a lot more with each others dicks than just look at them. My stomach twisted at the thought, but not unpleasantly so. Jay handed the bottle of oil over to me, thankfully without comment, and I began rubbing the oil into my own skin. I studiously watched my hands glide over my body, pretending disinterest in what Jay was doing, although I could feel his eyes on me. Part of me desperately wanted to sneak a peak and see if he was checking me out as intently as I had done to him, but I was afraid of what the answer would be either way. I finished rubbing my chest and arms and Jay spoke up. "I'll do your back." I chanced a glance up at him and I saw him watching me with a lazy smirk on his face. I tried not to blush again, knowing that he was just baiting me now, seeing how far he could push me. I just nodded and turned around, bracing my hands against the bathroom counter, watching him in the mirror over the sink as he warmed the oil in his hands. Thoughtful bastard. My skin jumped at his first soft touch and my heart fluttered. What the hell was wrong with me? It was only Jason- my best friend since grade school. I couldn't believe I was reacting this way to his touch. We had rubbed each other down for matches hundreds of times and never thought anything of it, but I could feel by the tension in his hands that he was feeling at least as awkward as I was. His hands rubbed tentatively across my back and I looked into the mirror meeting his eyes. His hands slipped lower down the small of my back and despite my best efforts I could feel my cock responding to his touches. Damned if another blush didn't creep across my cheeks. Jay noticed and gave me a small smirk in the mirror. I blushed even more as his hands slid down to my ass and began massaging the warm oil into my skin. This was different- we'd never had to oil up down there. I listened with half my attention as Jay began tossing out some ideas for spots in our match, desperately trying to keep the rest of my attention off the incredible feeling of his strong hands wandering across my ass. Was it my imagination or was he going deliberately slow? Think about hockey, I told myself. That had always worked back in high school. I was frantically trying to recall the stats for the '94 Leafs when I felt Jay's hand slip between my thighs. I jumped nearly a foot in the air, spinning as I went. I tried to sit nonchalantly on the counter as I turned to face Jay, but my oily ass failed to find purchase on the smooth marble, and I was barely able to catch myself before I fell. "Oh my-!" I squeaked, my voice five octaves higher than normal, "I think I can handle it from here..." Jay smirked even more broadly and shrugged. My entire body flushed crimson with embarrassment as his eyes scanned my body and saw the proof of my excitement. He handed me the bottle of oil without a word and as our hands brushed again over the small bottle, I noticed he jumped slightly this time. A wicked idea went through my head as he backed away to give me room. I smiled to myself and turned around so my back was to Jay, hoping I looked like I was just being shy. I could almost see his obnoxious smirk in my mind's eye. I bent over to rub the oil into my lower legs, spreading my legs slightly and presenting him with a nice unobstructed view of my ass. I felt a little silly as I did so, but I was rewarded by a small gasp of surprise from his direction. I took my time rubbing the oil into the backs of my legs, letting my fingers slide slowly down my firm thigh muscles, really working the oil into the skin. Jay had always had a thing for long legs; I wondered if that was an attraction that might translate to men too. I snuck a peek over my shoulder and noticed Jay's cock was indeed stiffer than it had been before. He saw me looking at him and I gave him a smirk of my own as he blushed this time and looked away. I finished and straightened up. "I'll do you now," I told him, grinning at the momentary look of panic on his face. I strolled toward him much more confidently than I felt. I poured some more of the oil into my hands, making sure to warm it first as Jay had done for me, then set the bottle down on the counter. Jay turned his back to me and pulled his hair over his shoulder and out of the way. I looked at him as he stood there waiting patiently for me to begin. God, he had a great ass. I reached out a hesitant hand and let it trail gently down his back, noting how he jumped at my touch. I put both hands on his back, rubbing the oil deeper into the soft skin. As I finished his back, I found my eyes drawn downward to his ass again. I pulled my hands away, swallowing nervously and hesitating. I met his eyes in the mirror again, and we stared at each other for a moment. "This isn't going to work, Adam." Jay finally spoke up. "If we're going to go through with this, we're going to have to be a lot more aggressive with each other." I bit my lip and nodded. "I know." I said, lamely. "We're going to have to get used to touching each other's bodies," he said, walking toward me. Even though he was several inches shorter than me, it seemed like he loomed in front of my eyes. I said nothing as he reached out a tentative hand, trailing his fingertips across my stomach. His face hovered inches in front of mine and he leaned toward me, closing his eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he whispered and his lips brushed mine as his hand slipped down to caress my cock, it fairly jumped into his hand and I parted my lips to him. He slipped his tongue in and mine met it timidly, touching tips and then darting away shyly. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him closer to me, deepening our kiss as he slowly stroked my cock to life in his gentle hands. My hands slid down his back and began massaging the soft skin of his ass, kneading the smooth skin, pushing the cheeks together and pulling them apart. I could feel his cock responding to my touches and I slipped my hand between us and began stroking him in a rhythm to match what he was doing to me. He pulled his face away from mine and I watched him as he arched his back into my touches, his lips stayed parted and he moaned softly. I lowered my head to his neck, kissing and gently sucking his adam's apple. I could feel the vibrations beneath my lips as he called my name softly. I moved down slowly, leaving a wet trail down his neck with my tongue as I slid down to work on his nipples, capturing them between my lips and flicking them into hard pebbles with my tongue. Jay's hand tightened convulsively on my cock and began stroking it faster, running his thumb over the swollen head every few strokes and rolling my balls between the fingers of his other hand. I rocked my hips into his hand and continued laving his nipples with my tongue, then I paused for minute and pulled my head away, completely caught up in the sensations he was producing in me with just his gifted fingers. "Don't stop," he whimpered, "please..." I lowered my head back to his chest and continued working on his nipples, running my tongue across them and letting my teeth scrape lightly along the hardened nubs. I recalled him once making an offhand remark about having sensitive nipples, but even so I was surprised by how responsive he was to my touch. I reluctantly pulled his hands away from me, knowing I would need to concentrate on what I was about to do, since I had never done anything like it before. I slipped to my knees in front of him and nuzzled his cock against my face and hair, Jay moaned as soon as he realized what I was doing, and wrapped his fingers in my hair. I lowered my mouth over the head, letting my tongue dart out to collect the pre-cum gathered around the slit. Jay arched his hips into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightened and I could feel him struggling not to push my face down on him further. I looked up to see him watching me, his eyes glazed over and his mouth slack with pleasure. I locked eyes with him and took him further into the wet heat of my mouth- he closed his eyes and tossed his head back yanking on my hair as he let out a strangled moan of satisfaction. I watched him as I took him further down my throat, sucking and bobbing my head on his hard length. There was no other word to describe him but beautiful... his golden hair was tossed back, his lips parted, and his creamy skin was flushed with excitement. I wanted to make love to him so bad, or have him make love to me- I was a little confused on this point, all I was sure of was that I had never wanted to be with someone so badly my life. After a few minutes I could tell Jay was close to coming and I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from him and stood up. "Save something for the match," I told him when he groaned and looked at me disbelievingly. "I don't want to wait," he growled, but with a smile on his face. He pulled me down into a rough kiss, backing me into the counter and shoving his tongue into my mouth. I sat down on the counter heavily, pulling him to me and parting my legs, wrapping them around his waist. Our cocks rubbed together and we both moaned at the delicious friction, when a knock on the door interrupted us. We jumped out of each other's arms guiltily as Rico pushed through the door. One look at our guilty faces, flushed skin and heavy breathing and he knew what we had been up to. He leered. "What's this, a private show?" "Just going over some ideas for the match," I stammered. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the sheepish look on Jay's face that probably mirrored mine exactly. Rico snickered and gave appreciative glances over our bodies, eyes lingering on our obvious erections. "I take it you'll be performing for us tonight, then? Well we're ready for you out there," he told us. We nodded and mumbled that we would be ready in a couple more minutes, he gave us another wolfish grin and glanced us over again before turning and leaving. Jay and I stared at each other with wide eyes. His body was trembling and he was still breathing rapidly. What had just happened? I had been ready and willing to screw my best friend without a second thought, spreading my legs for him quicker than a virgin on prom night. ~~End Part 4~~ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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