Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 20:09:54 +0000
From: J-dot M <catsfan1@hotmail.com>
Subject: STORY: Twisted Gold

Twisted Gold
Written by JM

** Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are mentioned within
this story.  All character's pre-developed personalities belong to Vince
McMahon and their souls belong to each wrestler/human respectively.  This is
a work of fiction with little fact-based material.  This is an artificial
world I have created and is very much unlike my usual work.  It revolves
around a romance between wrestlers Edge (Adam Copeland) and Rey Mysterio.
Send any and all of your comments to catsfan1@hotmail.com.  Thanks for your
time. **

	His nimble fingers drug through his lengthy blonde hair as the sweat
continued to slick his tan skin with a wetness he knew all too well.
Someone threw a towel on his shoulder; he wasn't quite sure who and didn't
bother to look back.  He kept a steady pace down the lengthy hallway that to
the locker room.  A few congratulatory words were passed around as he
passed, mainly from his friends like Matt Hardy and Kurt Angle.  He took
them all with quick nods and gracious smiles.  They would probably mean more
if he heard them from Chris, Jason or Trish, but he didn't pretend as if
they didn't mean anything.  They did mean something.  He put his body on the
line every time he stepped into that squared circle and to give anything
less would be betraying what he worked so hard for.

	He lifted a hand and began to unravel the tape from around his left wrist.
He smirked a little when Eddie Guerrero threw his arm around his shoulder,
bragging to his co-workers about how great their match was.  It was a level
to strive for in his book.  The crowd was completely into the match and just
about every move went right.

	Still, there was an undeniable emotion running through him during the
match.  It was missing something.  And he knew it wasn't that Eddie or his
nephew, Chavo Guerrero, didn't put forth outstanding effort, because they
did.  It couldn't have been Billy Kidman's tireless work rate, because that
helped the match beyond numbers.  It might have been that for once, in
months, Chris Benoit or Kurt had nothing to do with the match.  Yet he
understood they were moving onto bigger playing fields.  It couldn't always
be just the six of them.

	He laughed at the thought of it.  They were dubbed 'The Smackdown Six.'
None of them could help it, really.  It started with he and Kurt, then the
additions of Chris and Eddie continued the storyline.  The return of Chavo
helped to bring about the different teams.  Then, probably through a
creative awakening between Paul Heyman and Stephanie McMahon, he was paired
with Rey Mysterio.

	Maybe that was it?  He shook his head and lowered his brow as he walked.
Rey wasn't his partner tonight, Billy was.  But Billy carried his own
weight.  He nailed all the moves and was charismatic.  He was helpful and
good at the high flying moves.  And he wasn't Rey.

	He laughed to himself lowly as Eddie untangled the arm from around him to
gloat.  He gave Eddie a quick glance, watching the way he and Chavo jumped
around Stephanie celebrating.  Out of everyone, they were always the first
to brag about good matches.  Rightfully so, of course.  Still, he always sat
on the sidelines with Kurt and waited on Rey and Chris to make some rash
comment to make Eddie and Chavo stop.  Even outside of the ring, they all
worked well together.

	"Hot match there Copeland," John Cena commented casually from the side.  He
nodded toward John but kept his walk at its casual pace.  He didn't really
want to chat with anyone.  Maybe it was him just being anxious.  All of the
World Wrestling Entertainment Superstars were given ten days off for the
holidays.  He hadn't had ten consecutive days off from work all year long.
He couldn't really count his shoulder injury during the early part of the
summer because he still attended television tapings and therapy.

	"Billy!  You were so great out there!"

	When he heard Torrie Wilson's buoyant cheer, he had to glance to his left,
catch a quick glimpse of the well-shaped blonde as she threw her arms around
her fiance.  He was a little disappointed that he agreed to drive back to
the hotel with Billy and Torrie.  He could already imagine her hanging all
over him in the backseat while he played chauffeur.

	He shot Billy a quick grin, nodding in his direction.  He could remember
days like that.  Days when it felt wondrous to be so young and in love.  He
was still young, but the love didn't seem to stay as strong as it did when
he first met Allanah.  Nothing he could help, really.  He was on the road a
lot and they were never truly married.  It was a quick ceremony, in front of
the justice of the peace.  And why did they do it so soon?  Just so she
could travel with him on his work visa?  Because they were both Canadians
and he happened to be a wrestler that went around the world?  She didn't
come out on the road with him that much and always found a way to complain
when he got home.

	His fingers finished untying the wristband from his right wrist and he
sighed.  His knee throbbed and he was positive that the trainers were going
to want to look at it.  He regretted not being a little more careful in his
match with Paul a few weeks back.  He had wrestled matches with Paul in the
past, but when he injured his knee while trying to spear Paul, he finally
understood why Paul was called the Big Show.

	"Hey Adam... Trisha sends her love and says to call her;" Matt Hyson called
out to him as he limped by.  He glanced up and didn't try to hide his smile.
  He missed Trish, uncontrollably.  She was some sort of bright light for
him when he was on the road.  He often called her just to talk, just to hear
what it's like on the road with the Raw crew.  He didn't mind when she cried
to him about Jeff.  He understood her pain for reasons even he didn't want
to admit.  But they laughed too, especially when they talked about how into
the Victoria character Lisa Marie Varon got or the things Chris did during
the live taping that week.

	He fingered a couple of strands of his blonde hair out of his face, feeling
relieved because he was drawing closer to the locker room.  He just needed
to pack up his gear, hop in his rental car and head for the hotel.  He
couldn't wait to return to Tampa for a few days and then head out to
Toronto.  To be able to be in his native land, to be around family and
friends like Jason, Trish, and Chris would definitely ease the tension he
was feeling in his life and his marriage.

	"And once again, you manage to deliver Copeland.  Can't wait to see what
you do when they put you in a title match at a pay-per-view," Chris Benoit
spoke frankly and Adam wasn't sure how to react.  He nervously smiled before
Chris patted his shoulder.  He was standing in front of the locker room door
and all Adam could think of was getting inside and icing up his knee.

	"Thanks, but I think it would've been better had we had you and Kurt to
back it up somehow," Adam noted, offering a friendlier smile to Chris.

	Chris crooked an eyebrow at him and shook his head quickly.  "No, you guys
did great.  It's good that they are trying to book us in different
storylines.  Now you can go on and do bigger and better matches."

	Adam nodded halfheartedly because he wanted to believe Chris' words, but
they were a little too far from reality for him.  After all, it was Chris
and Kurt who had moved onto to better things already with Adam stuck in a
pointless storyline with Matt Bloom and his new character A-Train.

	But Adam drifted away from his thoughts when Chris finally did move from
the locker room entrance and head toward the stage.  Thankfully, Vince had
agreed to let all the wrestlers leave after their matches were taped.  He
didn't know if he could sit around the arena any longer having conversations
that merely distracted him from his own problems.  Then again, he had to
wait around for Billy and Torrie because he did promise them a ride back to
the hotel.  He didn't know if he really felt like hearing Torrie's useless
banter, but he'd learn to sacrifice the better things in life for a simple
friendship.

	Adam scooped the towel from his shoulder and used it to wipe the small
beads of sweat from his face as he pushed open the locker room door.  He
kept his head low as he dried it and prayed he didn't bump into anyone as he
walked.  He figured that not too many of the guys would still be in there
anyway.

	"Chris is right you know."

	Adam stumbled when he heard the voice.  He managed to regain his balance
and not put too much pressure on his injured knee, but that wasn't his
concern.  He dropped his towel immediately and focused his green eyes on the
man that sat in the corner of the locker room.  He didn't want to expose a
smile, but it was hard not to, mostly because of his disbelief.

	He strung his fingers through his tangled blonde hair and took a moment
just to stare at him.  Was he there?  Truly?  Adam watched him cross his
arms over his chest and give him a perplexed stare and it had to be because
Adam was still standing there, not offering any form of communication.  But
he wasn't sure he could.

	"Rey?"

	A charming laughter rose from the man and Adam caught himself laughing
lowly too.  Rey was there, sitting in the corner with his arms folded over
his chest and one of his legs propped up on a chair.  It was the leg he had
surgery on, the one that kept him from being on the road with the others.
It was the injury that prevented Rey from being his tag team partner
tonight.

	Oh, but there was still that smile on Rey's lips that welcomed Adam's
presence.  There were those chocolate brown eyes that were always friendly,
always kind to whomever they greeted.  He wore his eyebrow piercing and a
pair of baggy designer jeans.  Still, Adam was troubled by the fact that
most of Rey's face was covered by the legendary Mexican mask that he wore to
the ring.  He rarely wore it in the locker room, usually backstage to
prevent possible fans or others from seeing the face that he had begin to
hide once joining the WWE.

	"Um, yeah, it's me.  Well, at least last time I checked.  These painkillers
have me think otherwise sometimes," Rey responded.

	Adam chuckled lowly and ran the towel over his collarbone.  He was still in
his mild state of disbelief, but he let it pass briefly to admire his
friend.

	Rey's small, muscular body sat up in the chair; his leg remaining lifted on
the other chair in front of him.  He uncrossed his arms and Adam watched the
way his tattooed arms flexed as he stretched slightly.  He was wearing one
of his shirts.  Well, it was a shirt that said "Edge Army" on it.  A black
one, one that fit tightly over his small body and Adam smiled on the inside.

	He sensed Rey caught him staring and he quickly averted his eyes, still
solidifying a grand smile on his lips.  He laughed nervously and dropped his
towel to the side, glancing at his gear crumpled in another corner of the
room.


	"What are you doing here?  How did you get here?  When did you get here?"

	Adam didn't mean to spit out so many questions at one time, but it just
happened.  He was a ball of nerves and he still didn't know why.  He had
seen Rey plenty of times before, with and without the mask.  They had shared
the same locker room, same car, same hotel room, and same shower before.
But while Rey was away nursing his injury, Adam began to lack and hunger for
those simple moments.

	"So did you want me to answer those in chronological order or order of
importance?" Rey joked, a smooth smile creasing his lips.  Adam blushed
slightly and shook his head, sweeping locks of his hair from out of his
face.

	"I'm sorry Rey; it's just that..."

	"No, it's cool Adam.  I can understand your surprise," Rey assured him,
laying a hand on his knee as he adjusted his leg with slight pain fizzling
through his brown eyes.  Adam felt a foreign need to move closer to Rey and
assist him, but he denied the feeling.  He simply squinted his eyes a little
and ignored the pained rush.

	"You're here."

	Rey nodded slowly, shooting Adam a curious look again and Adam shook his
head quickly, laughing gleefully.  He felt like an ass, but it was just that
shyness inside of him that he hid from everyone.  Only a few had caught a
glimpse of this side of Adam Copeland.

	"I'm just real glad you're here Rey," Adam said through his laughter.  He
bent over and snatched up the towel, adjusting his tights, as he stood
straight again.  He breathed in lightly and could feel the necessity for a
shower.  Maybe when he got back to the hotel and wasn't in front of Rey?  A
place where he didn't have to think about Rey might be good for his head at
the moment.

	"Well, Adam, you sure have a funny way of showing how glad you are to see
me," Rey boasted, folding his arms over his chest again as Adam moved toward
the corner his bag sat in.

	Adam glanced back with a candid smile, letting a few strands of hair fall
to his face again as he leaned over to grab his bag.  He slowly pulled out a
black T-shirt and some jeans, settling on showering at the hotel instead of
the arena.  He was ready to leave.  All the while, his eyes never seemed to
linger from Rey for too long.  And Rey just watched him.  He just stared at
him with reflecting brown eyes that didn't hurt to look into, just stirred
the emotions within.

	"Would you like a hug Rey?  A party?  Maybe a sign that says 'Welcome
back'?  A kiss on the head or something?" Adam teased him with his wild
smile only growing wider.  Rey didn't seem as amused, but Adam couldn't let
it faze him.

	"Really?  A hug?  I'm so overwhelmed with an opportunity like that," Rey
finally joked back and Adam swallowed that flutter in his stomach when
thinking about hugging Rey.  He had done it before, proudly.  When they won
the Smackdown tag titles, they embraced.  They hugged several times.
Whether it was in celebration or mutual care for each other, Adam didn't
care to decide.  It felt good to have the smaller man's arms wrapped around
his neck, lodged into his stronger arms if only for a few minutes.

	"I'll be sure to make a mental note for later on then," Adam smiled and did
he really mean that?  Did that sound sexual?  He hoped not because that
wasn't him.  That couldn't be a feeling he had developed.

	Adam gave Rey a quick glance and nothing but a small smile glazed his face.
  Rey was just there; quiet and he remained unnerved.  Everything that Adam
wanted to see might have been hidden behind that mask Rey wore, but not his
smile and not his eyes.  It comforted Adam and he pulled at his tights,
folding his shirt and jeans over his arm before grabbing his towel from
earlier.

	"Taking off that mask anytime soon?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow at Rey
while limping toward the bathroom area.  He kept an eye on Rey as he moved,
watching the younger man lift his hands tentatively.

	"Once you tell me where we're going after this," Rey called to him,
smirking as Adam walked away.

	"Ah, come on.  I miss your pretty little face," Adam cooed, pulling at the
back of his tights until a portion of his black thong peeked out of the top.
  It was so much easier for him to wear thongs or bikini briefs when he
wrestled.  He was used to it now.  It was silly because he only did it to
eliminate the imprint underwear usually left through the tights he wore.  He
didn't want the world looking at the briefs showing through his tights like
Jason did.

	"And I miss not sitting on my ass all night," Rey countered, pulling a
lighthearted chuckle from Adam.

	"You need to be sitting on your ass instead of hopping around on everyone
like you usually do," Adam admonished with a smile, peeking out from the
bathroom area.  A portion of his body was exposed and he knew Rey could see
him with his tights partially pulled down, his thong completely exposed with
his T-shirt hallway on.  His state of dishevelment didn't bother him, but
Rey stirred a little, his fingers struggled with his mask while his eyes
glanced up and down Adam.

	Adam watched the mask slide off of Rey's head and he almost dropped his
towel, the baby face of Rey leaving him a little taken aback for some
reason.  He really did miss Rey's face, but repeating the statement would
only lead Rey to think things; things that Adam didn't want to think
himself.

	He slipped back into the bathroom area and adjusted the straps on his
underwear.  He was glad a mirror wasn't near because he didn't want to see
himself.  He knew he was blushing and he knew he probably had that glazed
look of happiness permanently scribed into his face.  He shook his head and
pulled off his elbow pads, dropping them next to the towel on the floor.  It
was just Rey.  It was just a stirring in his stomach that he couldn't stop
and when he tossed his blonde hair behind his shoulders, he wasn't sure it
was just a feeling he wanted to go away.



	Adam wasn't truly sure of how Rey had convinced Bill DeMott to shuttle
Billy and Torrie back to the hotel, but he wasn't going to question him.
Why?  He didn't yearn for another one of Torrie's senseless conversations
about she and Billy's upcoming wedding or her career as a WWE Diva.  Or what
was left of it at least.  Adam grinned to himself when he thought how Billy
must feel having his fiancee caught up in a absurd storyline revolving
around the temptress, Dawn Marie, seducing her father, Al Wilson.  And that
vignette from Armageddon?  The one in which Dawn and Torrie actually kissed
rather sexually?  Adam couldn't imagine being Al, let alone Billy.  It was
beyond degrading for both females.

	He adjusted his rearview mirror as Rey indulged into a conversation on his
cell phone.  His eye caught the way Rey's face tensed and the occasional way
his voice would drop, probably to whisper something Adam wasn't supposed to
hear.  Yet he did, every time.  He sighed to himself, fiddled with the knob
on the car radio and kept a focus on the road.

	Rey was talking to his wife, Adam could tell.  It was obvious by the way
his tone changed from a surge of life to a man pleading for a way out of a
maze.  Adam pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and thought about the way
Rey used to praise his wife backstage.  That was months ago, when Rey first
started traveling with the Smackdown roster.  Things had changed
drastically, from what Adam had heard from others.  He didn't pry though.
He didn't want to push Rey away, not when something just drew him closer and
closer to him.

	Rey mumbled something in Spanish and dropped his cell phone into his lap,
leaving Adam with nothing but contempt to glance at him quickly.  Rey's head
was down and his eyes shut, his index fingers rubbing his temples.  He
couldn't ask.  It would be too invading, even though most of him said he
could relate.  His marriage or lack thereof, was troubled.  He knew the
pressures of being a man on the road, a young man at that.  Adam was only
twenty-nine.  Rey was a year younger.

	"You know appreciation is a very devalued thing now a days," Rey commented,
lifting his head and Adam could feel a smile radiating on him.  He had to
smile back, taking a quick look at Rey was more than a little curiosity
burning through his expression.

	"We go out there, slam folks around, get our asses kicked and the fans
cheer.  They love you, scream for you and even applaud for the hard effort.
But then you go home and the ones that are supposed to love you and
appreciate you without all the stress just give you shit," Rey continued and
Adam tried not to let his expression falter too much.  He could feel the
tenseness in Rey's voice, but he wasn't sure what to say.  Nothing came to
him.

	"I just don't understand, Adam.  Why do I have to do flips for my wife and
the fans?  Can't I just be appreciated for being the man that I am
sometimes?"

	There was a lot of validity to his question and a lot of answer desired in
his expression.  Yet, Adam didn't have them all.  He didn't even know if he
had any.  He was just a WWE Superstar, not a man capable of dealing with
those burdening issues.  He had avoided them for so long.

	Adam slowed the speed of the car as they drew closer to the hotel.  He
eased his foot harder onto the brakes and turned his head, sighing quietly.
Rey was still waiting for something from him.

	"I don't know Rey.  I don't think I'll ever understand what people want,"
Adam huffed out, pulling the car to a stop once he edged into the parking
spot.  Rey nodded, losing more than just a little bit of his hope.  He
ducked his head and glanced out the window, tracing imaginary signs over the
lower portion of the window.

	Adam knew he shouldn't have and felt a need to kick himself for it, but he
drew back a breath.  He pushed a section of his hair behind his shoulder and
leaned onto the wheel, resting his chin on the back of his hands.  "But if
it helps any, Rey... I appreciate you, with or without the flips."

	It didn't take but a moment for Rey to glance back, a vivid grin coating
his thick pink lips.  He nodded with a shyness only young boys carry and
leaned back in his seat.  He reached a hand out and Adam didn't know whether
to flinch or melt.  He opted for option one until Rey's small hand reached
the top of his head and pulled his shades down over the brim of his nose.

	"Partners like you are hard to come by Adam," Rey smiled out, turning to
open the door.

	He was a partner, a tag team partner.  But it still gave him a funny glow
just to have Rey do such a minute gesture and to smile the way he did.  He
was going to question himself about the feeling later; he knew he would, but
he just let it live inside and exist as it was.  Feelings like that were so
rare for him and he preferred to cherish it rather than put it out.



	"So, are we eating or working out?"

	Adam was a little thrown off by Rey's sudden question.  Rey had sat near
the window for most of their time in Adam's room.  Adam was busying packing
up clothing and grabbing little things from around the room.  He glanced at
the alarm clock near the lamp, making a mental note about his sunglasses and
skullcap sitting next the clock.  It was late, probably not too late to grab
something from a fast food restaurant, but too late for a real meal.  He
needed one.

	"We could call down to the desk and see if they can get us some egg whites
and chicken?"

	Adam could see the disdain in Rey's expression.  It was a healthy
suggestion, Adam thought so.  Yet, maybe it wasn't the most ideal.

	"Or you could stop eating so damn healthy and snack on some real food," Rey
advised, standing up cautiously from his chair.  He placed most of his
weight on the chair as he balanced himself, ignoring sudden bursts of pain
that burned through his leg.

	Adam flinched a little watching Rey, trying to put more focus into his
packing than the younger man struggling to make it past the bed.

	Adam leaned into the door jamb of the bathroom and sighed, crossing his
arms while struggling with his need to assist Rey as he finally made it
around to the other side of the bed, closer to Adam.  He scratched his beard
and watched Rey lean against the bed, lifting the skullcap with a playful
expression.

	"You're in good shape Adam.  Why eat some much protein shit?  You've got a
good body..."

	Rey slowed his speech, watching the way the blood flared up in Adam's
cheek, leaving a nice shade of blush for Rey to admire.  He giggled at that
and Adam hides his embarrassment behind a confused grin.

	"Good body, great hair, nice teeth and you're not heaving and calling for
air after a fifteen minute match.  Be the young and good-looking Canadian
that you are," Rey finished, lowering his eyes because even speaking the
words was too much for him to commit to.

	Adam ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit.  He didn't know how
to express appreciation for Rey's words, but he was sure his heart could
find a way.

	"Not all of us can be cute, charming with a nice body," Adam said with a
soft voice, leaning his head against the door of the bathroom.  He didn't
blush this time and almost wanted to remind himself that he was just being
nice.  But Rey smirked at him and again he faltered.

	"Plus that height deficiency," Adam sneered, snorting as he leaned out of
the entranceway and moved toward the lamp.  He heard Rey fake a laugh while
slipping on the skullcap, pulling it down until it almost covered his eyes.
It was cute on him and Adam knew he had better second-guess himself that
time.  Wasn't there a wife he should be calling or something that would draw
his thoughts from the young Latino?

	"I suppose we're working out," Rey finally spoke up again, peering at Adam
with little interest in the idea.  Adam knew they both needed to do some
rehab and maybe some cardio would help them stay in condition.  Ten days
with no work?  There's no way either of them wouldn't get too caught up in
relaxing to work out during the break.  Adam just didn't see it possible.

	"Are you staying at this hotel?" Adam questioned him, moving out of the
doorway of the bathroom.  He was a little more than curious because Rey
didn't really talk about that.  Rey had told him that he traveled to Tulsa
to speak with Vince and the writers about possible upcoming storylines.  Rey
also said he wanted to see the others, not Adam specifically because damn
that would twist Adam up too much.  He is too tangled in his thoughts to be
concerned in what was said.

	"Well, actually, the flight was so last minute that I haven't booked a
hotel room yet.  I was going to call around about that before.. Before I ran
into you," Rey replied, his voice dropping a little as he neared the end of
his statement.  There was child-like illustration branding his face, glowing
against his skin in some odd light.  But then something pulled at the corner
of his mouth and Adam watched a grin melt over Rey's thick lips.  Was he
afraid of this change?  Never.  Just amazed by it.

	"Maybe we should stay here so you can call around for a room?" Adam
advised, taking stronger steps toward Rey.  He reached him in only a few
steps, looking down at him with a curiousness he believed only he could
carry.  The way Rey's muscles bunched under that shirt when, his head
tilting back to look up at Adam.  Adam didn't laugh, but smiled a little
harder.  He laid a hand on Rey's shoulder, maybe a little more confident in
himself or just drunk on some fizzy feeling boiling in his stomach.

	"No, I don't want to ruin your evening like that man," Rey shook his head,
hands slithering into the pockets of his jeans.  Something so innocent
shouldn't get to Adam like he did, but he let it.

	"Ruin my evening?  I don't constitute exercising and eating crappy hotel
food the highlight of my night Rey," Adam admonished, inching his way past
Rey to sit on the bed.  He scooped locks of his hair up and slipped it
behind his shoulders, waiting for Rey to turn around.

	"Oh, and I bet I would be the highlight of your evening Copeland," Rey
kidded, turning slightly to look at Adam again.

	Adam shrugged but smiled, leaning back a little to relax his muscles.  "I
always have fun with you."

	Rey raised his brow, but it didn't trace away a warm smile from his lips.
He toyed with the loops on his jeans, the shyness in his expression
unconceivable.  But did he try?  Adam didn't think so and that's why he kept
his green eyes on the shorter man.

	Adam scooted back on the tidy hotel bed, leaning back against one of the
pillows for support.  He tilted to his right and grabbed the remote control,
quickly clicking on the television.  He flipped through the channels for a
moment before giving Rey a quick glance, sizing him up, as he stood there a
little confused.

	Adam sighed lowly and patted to the side of the bed he left empty, single
sections of his hair falling over his face as he angled his upper body
toward Rey.  "Sit down and start calling buddy.  We've got time to spare."

	Rey grinned, scratching his beard inquisitively.  Adam could tell he was
thinking over the proposition.  There was still a chair by the windowsill or
there was the bathroom or there was right there, next to Adam.  The bed was
big enough and Rey could sit on the edge if he wanted.  Adam was just being
polite.  At least, that's what his head was telling him.

	Rey nonchalantly pulled his cellular phone from his pocket and flipped it
open, pushing the skullcap up on his forehead.  He looked at the empty
portion of the bed while dialing information.  He chuckled lowly and Adam
raised an eyebrow when Rey finally sat down, resting one leg on the bed
while the other foot stayed firmly planted on the floor.  Rey leaned back
against the other pillow and focused his eyes on the television, leaving
Adam to his thoughts as Rey searched for a hotel.



	Some wicked kind of serenity must have come over Adam because his body
shivered slightly when fingers slowly traced against his cheekbone.  He
smiled softly before wrinkling his brow, an awkward awareness coming over
him.  He was sleeping?  He had fallen asleep while watching some show that
he really couldn't remember now, but it didn't really matter.

	He blinked his eyes open slowly, the light from the room leaving a burning
sensation behind his eyes.  He brushed strands of his hair from his face and
glanced around, catching a view of Rey sitting up next to him on the bed.
He blinked again, watching as a tendered smile spread across Rey's lips and
he cocked his head to the side, viewing Adam in another light.

	"I didn't find a room," Rey said, losing a tinge of that glow his smile
once inhibited.

	Adam yawned lowly, throwing a hand over his mouth before turning to his
side, squinting his eyes at Rey.  He peered past Rey to see the time.  Had
it really been over an hour?  Being on the road always drained him.  Waking
up early, traveling on planes, going over storylines, doing backstage skits,
and wrestling was truly a day full for him.

	Adam stretched in the bed before sitting up some, scratching the end of his
nose.  He could feel the weight of Rey's stare on him and let his emotions
soak in it for a few moments.

	"What time does your flight leave tomorrow?" Adam finally asked, scratching
the top of his head as Rey sat up some more in the bed.

	"Around two.  I figured I could just go down to the airport now and book an
earlier flight, maybe a red eye," Rey shrugged off, turning until his back
was to Adam.

	Adam was puzzled.  He scooted up until he was in a sitting position and
fixed his attire.  His shirt had ridden up a little during his sleep,
exposing his stomach and his socks were barely on his feet now.  But that
wasn't his concern.  Rey was.

	"No, you can stay here tonight Rey," Adam insisted, his hand just barely
grazing against Rey's shoulder blade.  He quickly pulled it back once their
skin met, fearful of what the touch might do.  Was it that strong now?  His
feelings?  His possible attraction?  But that wasn't probable.  He was
married, always faithful, and there was never once a passing thought about
another man in his mind.  Never.

	Rey glanced over his shoulder, the faded skeleton tattoo on his back
shifting as he moved.  He had some urgent sense of hope lifted in his eyes
and Adam pushed further from his feelings.  He offered a small smile, one
that barely curved his lips and left more to the imagination than he thought
to contrive.  But just sucked in his lower lip and gave Adam something the
others couldn't: Beauty in the shyness of the world.

	"I don't want to put you out or anything," Rey spoke up and Adam shook his
head quickly, rolling in the opposite direction to climb off the bed.  He
took his time, cautious not to put too much pressure on his leg before
moving toward his bag.  He knelt down slowly and pulled out a pair of
flannel pants.

	"Don't be silly Rey.  We're two crippled guys who both have planes to catch
tomorrow.  I don't think it'll kill us to share a hotel room, let alone
a..."

	Words drifted so slowly off of his tongue then.  Was he going to truly say
that?  Could he confess that so easily?  Without thought?

	Rey arched an eyebrow and licked his lips unconsciously, folding his hands
behind his head.  "Share a bed for one night."

	Rey had said what Adam knew shouldn't have been said.  But maybe it was a
little more natural for Rey.  Adam had shared a bed with Jay several times
during their earlier days in the wrestling business.  He even shared a bed
with Jeff Hardy once when the plumbing went bad in the Hardy brothers' hotel
room.  But he couldn't share a bed with Rey.  Not when his heart race and
his fingers twitched at the thought of Rey.

	"As long as your tall, lanky body doesn't take up more than half the bed, I
think we'll be all right," Rey joked, finding a way to stand from the bed as
Adam turned around.

	Adam blushed lightly and threw the pants over his shoulder.  "Lanky?  I
worked hard to make this all muscle, shorty."

	Rey giggled and shook his head, brushing his short hair forward with the
palm of his left hand.  He scratched behind his ear before letting his hands
reach to the bottom of his shirt, tangling the material in his fingers while
looking at Adam.  Was there doubt there?

	Adam averted his eyes for Rey, trying to think of a tensionless
conversation.  He limped toward the bathroom and peered to his right as Rey
finally lifted the shirt over his head, balling it in his hands while
looking at Adam.  They shared a quiet smile and Adam made it into the
bathroom, trying to bury thoughts of Rey behind his plans to return home the
next day.  It just grew harder and harder for him to do so.



	Adam pulled open the door to the bathroom the second he heard a hand rap
against it.  His toothbrush was lodged in the corner of his mouth, his hair
was tossed to one side and his brow was raised.  He had managed to spend all
of ten minutes thinking to himself.  Thinking about Trish, Chris, and Jay.
Thinking about working out the next day for at least three hours to make up
for not working out after the show.  He thought about calling his wife, but
then thought about calling his mother to avoid being yelled at.  He didn't
think about Rey, not until he knocked on the door and Adam opened.

	And there Adam stood, just a pair of flannel pants and a small necklace
covering his body.  His bare feet skid against the ground as he backed up
some, staring at Rey standing in front of the doorway in nothing but a pair
of Hilfiger boxer-briefs.  They were like the pair Rey usually wore to the
ring, under his usual wrestling gear.  They always had a way of peeking out
of the top of Rey's colorful pants and Adam didn't know whether to smile at
the image in his head or question the man before him.

	Adam muffled something, foaming trying to escape his mouth as he looked on
Rey with kind eyes.  The shorter man arched his eyebrow and Adam laughed,
nodding at him.  He knew Rey didn't understand what he said and maybe
spitting out the contents of his mouth would assist him.

	"I just need to pee before I hit the hay," Rey finally said as Adam began
to turn toward the sink.

	Adam rotated his head to look at Rey, raising his brow again.  "Pee?"

	It sounded funny coming from Adam, white foam finally dripping to his chin.
  He quickly caught it with his hand and gasped.

	"Yeah?  I need to pee or urinate or water the grass or whatever the hell
you want to call it," Rey affirmed, stepping into the bathroom.  He watched
Adam briskly spit into the sink, turning on the faucet to drowned out the
fluid.

	"I know, I'm sorry.  I'll grab my shit and get out of here," Adam said,
reaching for his small bag.

	Rey's hand grasped his and pushed it away.  Adam glanced at him with
suspicion before Rey shook his head.  "Just let me go real quick.  Finish up
what you're doing while I pee."

	Adam almost swallowed his tongue at the prospect.  Showering with Hulk
Hogan after a Smackdown taping seemed like a bag of cotton candy when
compared to standing in the same small hotel bathroom as Rey as he urinated.
  It just didn't seem healthy, for Adam's heart.  Yet, Rey was already at
the toilet, lifting the lid and pulling at the front of his boxer-briefs.

	"No looking," Rey teased him, swatting a hand at Adam's abs.  Adam jumped
back a little, trying to offer a fake laugh for Rey.  He turned his eyes to
the mirror and thought of any song he could to override the sound of Rey.
And the temptation to look was greater than Adam thought it would be.  Why
would he want to see another man's penis?  What would it do for me?  What
questions could it answer?

	Adam turned on the faucet quickly, running his hands under the warm water
before bringing them up and dragging them through his soft blonde hair.  He
tried to swallow whatever lump was expanding in his throat and calmed his
breathing as he heard the toilet flush.  He dipped his hands back into the
water and felt another pair brush against his, leaving a foamy soap across
his thumbs.

	"Sorry."

	Rey was right there, his upper arm brushing against Adam's forearm and
their feet were almost touching.  Adam glanced down at him and smiled
halfheartedly, nodding.  He let the drops of water from Rey's hands flow
over his, cascading some kind of beautiful waterfall that he wish would rid
his mind of the thoughts concerning Rey's body.  But the heat from Rey's
body was nice, the way Rey leaned toward him for balance because the
pressure of standing too long caused Rey the slightest bit of pain.

	Rey's pinky toe brushed Adam's big toe and Adam jumped a little, trying to
hide in the fear in his face.  Rey almost noticed it, looking up to him when
it happened with crimson coloring his cheeks.

	"I can sleep on top of the covers, if you want.  I don't mind.  It'll
probably get too hot with both of us under them anyway," Rey offered,
drawing his hands from the sink and Adam felt Rey's right hand brush against
his wrist, a feeling that he wanted to burn away into his memory just
because it made him feel almost normal.

	"No, it's cool if you sleep under the covers.  I wouldn't want you to get
cold and then I'm to blame because Rey Mysterio is stuck at home with some
God-awful case of the flu or something," Adam laughed out, turning off the
running water.  He shook the excess water off in the sink and turned to his
side, leaning against the counter as Rey drew back to lean against the wall.

	"You sure?" Rey questioned him with a cocky smile that made Adam want to
walk on air.  He decided he might walk on fire if it brought him closer to
Rey.  Close enough to maybe kiss Rey and then he knew that thought had to be
discarded.

	"Come to bed 'Giant Killer'," Adam snickered, leaning off the counter.  He
walked toward the door and grabbed Rey's arm, being careful not to make Rey
walk too fast out of the bathroom.  He stayed aware of Rey's injury as he
walked Rey to the bed, releasing his arm as he walked toward his own side of
the bed.  He pulled back the comforter and the sheets and waited to see if
Rey would move, if he'd decide on the space that he'd give himself in the
bed.

	There was more than just a hint of mystery in Rey's eyes and he was devoid
of those white contact lenses to assist in the look.  Adam took in a quick
breath and leaned toward the bed.  Maybe his motions would assist Rey in
what felt like something they shouldn't be doing.  But why not?  They were
only sharing a bed, nothing more.

	Adam smiled to himself when Rey finally eased into the bed, cautious of his
leg as he laid down.  He immediately turned to his side, facing away from
Adam.  Adam withheld a sigh, slipping under the sheets before pulling the
linen over them.  He clicked off the light and let the silence encase them.

	He laid on his back and folded his hands behind his head, staring up at the
ceiling with some new form of contentment.  He didn't know what to say, what
to do, how to act.  Rey was there, mere inches away, laying on his side as
he Adam had done something vulgar to him.  Yet, he still felt close.  He
still felt like the same Rey Adam had worked with for months.

	"Adam..."

	The voice was soft, carrying just the sweet gentleness Adam needed to make
him shift in the bed, turning on his side and tilting his head upward to
look at Rey.  But Rey didn't turn to him.

	"Sweet dreams," Rey said softly and Adam felt the need to rub Rey's back,
say something on a grander scale.

	"Same to you Rey-Rey."

	He managed to get that much out without swallowing his tongue and cursing
his heart for beating so swiftly.  And when did he ever call him that?  He
had heard Billy call him that and even Torrie too.  Hell, Dawn Marie and
Eddie called him that rarely, but they were in Extreme Championship
Wrestling and World Championship Wrestling with him respectively.  How long
had Adam known him to call him that?  He closed his eyes and wished it all
away and maybe the sleep would do that for him.



	He no longer cursed himself.  In fact, he wasn't really mad at himself.  He
was mad that there were painful tears stinging his eyes, ones that he was
desperately trying to hold in.  A few had already escaped, riding down his
face at a slow, burning pace.  They left strong streaks of shame down his
cheeks, but he refused to wipe them away.  He merely licked them from his
lips and tried to calm his breathing.

	What got him to this place?  What brought him to the bathroom in the middle
of the night when he should be sleep, relaxing his body and resting his leg?

	It never seemed to fail, in his case at least.  Another call from his wife,
if that's what she was by his standards.  She bitched, she complained, and
something along the lines of her spending Christmas with her parents instead
of him rang through his head.  He wasn't sure anymore because half of the
conversation was spent arguing over whether they even had a future together.
  He could see brighter fields without her, but that was his wife.  Someone
he agreed to be with for life.  Or until the divorce papers that he was sure
she would eventually file came his way.

	And Rey was but a few feet away, trying to sleep as Adam went from
hollering to whispering on the phone with her.  Why did she have to call so
late?  So just knew how to break him, how to leave him silently crying in
some fucking hotel bathroom while another man, a man that he was beginning
to see in a more romantic light, slept in the same bed with him.

	He sniffled lowly and felt a few more solid tears slide hotly down the side
of his face.  He stared into the mirror, eyes beginning to red and puff, his
nose a new shade of scarlet and his cheeks flushed.  Wild strands of his
hair covered portions of his face in a mixture of gold and shadows.  He
wrinkled his brow and thought of the last time he looked so miserable.

	But then there was a knock, slow and soft, one he would've never heard if
he was crying any harder.  He choked back a whimper and leaned off the
counter, running a quick hand over his face.  He knew he couldn't clean
himself up completely, but he didn't want Rey to see the tears left on his
face.

	Adam pulled open the door with hesitance before another knock could call
upon him.  He sniffled again before looking at Rey.  Rey stood with a
worried expression scribed into his youthful face.  Adam pushed out a smile,
trying not to blink but tears escaped his eyes anyway.  He laughed lowly,
letting his head droop without thought.

	"Damn bill collectors.  They call at anytime of the night."

	Adam attempted to cover up with situation with humor.  But Rey stayed
silent, causing Adam to lift his head and look upon him.  Rey wasn't
smiling, just staring.  He was a well-painted portrait of concern.  There
was no illusion, no smoke and mirrors.  Just concern that seemed to be
endless once Adam looked into those calming brown eyes.  He tried to look
beyond them, but he couldn't.  It wasn't there for him.

	Rey's hand nervously lifted and his thumb brushed under Adam's eye,
smearing away a tear that began its slow roll to eternity.  He ran his thumb
down Adam's cheek, carving the features of Adam's face.  He ran it over
Adam's nose, his fingers brushing against Adam's pouting lips, drying any
form of wetness left from Adam's continuing pain.

	Adam's lips began to move, unsure of what they would say.  Rey's fingers
pressed down, held them together and Adam didn't mind the sensation.  He
closed his eyes and let two more tears slip from his eyes, striving to purge
his mind of thoughts of his wife and their conversation.  He just wanted to
enjoy this rare moment when Rey was close and soothing.

	His hand was gripped by Rey's free hand and he could feel Rey pulling him
forward, toward the bed.  He sniffled and opened his eyes, looking down into
Rey's safe eyes.  He followed Rey without question, too many thoughts, too
many emotions strickning him numb to everything.

	Rey climbed into the bed, still holding Adam's hand, inviting Adam to join
him.  Adam followed with little hesitation, laying down on the side of the
bed Rey had slept on before.  He sniffled even lower, letting Rey pull the
linen over them.  He rubbed his palm against Rey's, enjoying the incredible
softness of Rey's skin against his.  He let his head rest against the pillow
as Rey laid down, facing Adam this time.

	"Life isn't all bad, Adam," Rey said so softly that it curled against
Adam's skin and left a coating of warmness over his heart.  He nodded, but
he wasn't sure he believed it.

	Rey's other hand grazed Adam's shoulder, rubbing it kindly while still
staring into Adam's tear-soaked eyes.  He traced Adam's skin, leaving goose
bumps over the tan flesh.

	Adam shivered and blinked back a few more tears.  He let Rey push strands
of hair behind his ear and then wipe away another tear.  He looked down,
followed Rey's hand as he traced over the blonde beard on his chin then his
neck, fingering the necklace Adam wore.

	Adam found some strength and lifted his own hand, running his fingers over
Rey's elbow, up his arm until he reached the inside of his arm.  He outlined
the tattoo there before running his fingers over Rey's bare chest, touching
the almost bronze skin with life burning across his fingertips.  He found
Rey's chin, his small goatee and let his fingers rest there, easing himself
into a state of nirvana.

	"I've been separated from my wife for about a month and a half now.  I only
visit her to see my children, to be around them.  Otherwise, I spend the
rest of my days off trying to figure out my life in my new house out in San
Diego.  I know I want to enjoy what I have, with the WWE and in my heart,"
Rey explained, thumbing over Adam's bottom lip.

	Adam didn't know.  He never asked, never tried to figure out the
conversations between Rey and his wife over the phone.  And his family never
came on the road with him.  Never.

	"As I began to find more of myself, I got teamed up with you and we became
better friends.  Since then, I've gotten to know, gotten to share a piece of
you and it's hard for me not to say that I don't enjoy it," Rey added,
running his index finger over the faint hairs that grew on Adam's upper lip.
  He sketched all around Adam's lips with his fingers as Adam sat there
peacefully, saying nothing.

	"So if I can find you, you can find your serenity too," Rey finally said.
Adam attempted to analyze the comment, but his thoughts were scrambled.  He
watched Rey lean forward and then up, kissing Adam's forehead.  It felt like
heaven rolled into a ball for him to hold, just as he still held Rey's hand.

	Rey's lips flowed a little further down, kissing the small space between
Adam's eyebrows.  Adam breathed lightly, sleep swallowing him in a slow,
torturous pace.

	"Sleep."

	Rey's voice calmed him and his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.  He
didn't try escape the feelings inside of him, not with so many attacking him
at once.  He murmured and sighed as Rey's breath caressed his forehead.

	A leisurely wetness slip over Adam's lips and his eyes blinked back open
for a moment, staring into Rey's as his thick lips kissed at Adam's.  Adam
was tentative about doing anything.  He sat there as Rey looked for some
reassurance in his eyes, leaning back occasionally before laying another
small kiss on Adam's lips.

	Wasn't this what Adam desired?  Somewhere, in some dream, it must have been
because Adam never pushed Rey away.  He just sat there, watching Rey as he
leaned in again.  Their eyes remained on each other, one looking for
permission while the other looking for a form of safety.

	When Rey drew in again, Adam lifted his hand, resting it behind Rey's head.
  He welcomed the next kiss, closing his eyes and tilting his head to absorb
everything Rey would offer.  He opened his mouth a little, signify his
acceptance of the kiss.  Rey followed suit, causing Adam to draw closer to
Rey, kissing back with smooth and sweet lips.

	He soaked up all of Rey, the way Rey's tongue sporadically licked out,
tasting the top of Adam's lips.  He breathed a little heavier, fingers
running over the soft spikiness of Rey's hair.  He groaned softly, teeth
moving behind his lips as his tongue began to move outward, licking at Rey's
teeth.  Rey moaned back, tangling his fingers in Adam's hair.  He gave it a
slight pull as Adam's hand crawled over Rey's face until it reached his
chin, cupping it to lighten the kiss a little.

	Rey began to draw back, leaving softer, quicker kisses over Adam's lips.
Adam wanted more, needed more, but didn't fight for it.  He let Rey pull
back while he licked his lips to taste what he could of Rey.

	"Sleep Adam," Rey said again, leaving a final kiss on Adam's closed lips
before moving backward.  He continued to hold Adam's hand and keep him in
the web of protection Adam craved.

	Adam opened his eyes once more to look upon Rey in the darkness of the
room, thinking of nothing but the kisses they had just shared.  He could
fight it, think of his wife and the marriage he could try to save.  But he
wanted to think of Rey and nothing but Rey until his dreams took over.



	The mirror didn't seem so filled with misery when he looked in it this
time.  There was a lot of uncertainty there, but nothing he couldn't deal
with for a few hours.  He'd have to, wouldn't he?  Rey's flight didn't leave
until two and it was only a little after ten.  When he went to take his
shower, Rey was still sleeping serenely in the bed.

	He glanced down at his hand, still thinking of the tender touch of Rey's in
his.  He wanted to return to that, to enjoy that feel, as well as the safety
of Rey's arms and lips.  Something pulled him from that.  He still didn't
know what it was, but he knew he shouldn't be with Rey like that.  Maybe he
was only meant to be Rey's friend?  Maybe they were just too grieving
husbands trying to figure out what road to walk?  It was just a comforting
moment, not an emotional beginning.

	He brushed the wet locks of his hair behind his ear and adjusted the towel
around his waist.  He was too caught up in admiring Rey to remember to grab
a fresh pair of clothes before entering the bathroom earlier.  But he was
pretty sure Rey was still sleep because there was nothing but silence coming
from the other side of the door.

	Adam pulled open the door with a little hesitance and peeked his head out,
glancing around the room for a sign of Rey.  He didn't spot Rey, but he
didn't do much looking before the door was yanked open, Rey emerging from
behind it to smile at Adam.

	"Morning," Rey said with a low voice, leaning against the open door.  His
charming grin beamed.  It was contagious, a glittering smirk falling upon
Adam's lips.  He didn't know if he wanted to just stand there and grin at
Rey for hours or lean down and kiss him.  He knew either one would lead his
heart in the direction he was trying to avoid.  Because last night wasn't
real, it wasn't true.  It was just an emotional mistake.

	"I.. I need to put my clothes on," Adam stuttered out, easing into the room
and past Rey.  He clutched onto the towel around his waist and stepped
lightly through the room, moving directly for his bag.

	"If you say so," Rey remarked, moving toward the bed.  Adam glanced over
his shoulder with a reassuring, but nervous smile for Rey.  He quickly
turned his attention back to his bag because watching Rey sit on the bed,
facing him, in just a pair of boxer-briefs intimidated him.

	He let his grip go on the towel and began to rummage through his bag for
something clean to wear. He pulled out a T-shirt and moved a couple of pairs
of jeans and leather pants around to find his pair of track pants.  "Oh,
about last night, Rey..."

	"You missed your flight Adam," Rey stopped him, leaning forward for a
better view of him.

	"Uhm, I know... I..." Adam couldn't stop his stuttering or the way he was
trying to avoid his feelings.  He missed his flight purposely.  His missed
his flight to be with Rey and he knew it.  At least, his heart knew it.

	"Do you want me to apologize for kissing you last night?" Rey asked him
flatly and Adam turned his head immediately.  Was that what he wanted?  It
didn't feel that way, not inside of him.  He could tell it wasn't what Rey
wanted.  The question alone had stolen that beautiful morning smile from
Rey's lips and had caused his brow to wrinkle.  He didn't want his mind to
manipulate his heart but how could he go after something that was wrong in
all aspects?

	"If you want me to, I'll apologize and we don't have to think about it
anymore.  You can catch a later flight, I can catch my flight and continue
on as tag team partners.  It doesn't have to mean anything," Rey insisted, a
slight sign of uncertainty in his voice.

	Adam turned his body, let his heart guide his actions.  He didn't want it
to be just something that happened anymore.  Adam kissed Rey too.  He felt a
sizzling fire race over his body when Rey touched him, when Rey held his
hand.  He could still feel the bond, when they intertwine their fingers
together before they went to sleep.  That couldn't be just a black and white
memory for him.

	Adam stood and looked upon Rey, slowing the tears that threatened to attack
him.  Rey was special, Rey was what he missed on the road.  Rey was looking
at him and Rey was revealing everything that Adam hadn't touched in over a
year.

	"Just say it," Rey whispered.

	Adam shook his head, wet tresses of his hair falling toward his face.
Slowly drying beads of water slipped down his naked chest and he didn't care
that when he walked toward Rey his towel fell away.  He just walked, his
body exposed, his heart written into his eyes.

	When Adam reached Rey, he knelt down before him, ran a tentative hand over
Rey's smooth cheek.  He admired the way Rey stayed calm under his touch,
melting into the feeling.  He ran a thumb over Rey's lips, remembered his
lips touching those beautiful lips.  Then there was the heat again, that
overwhelming feeling that made him ashamed to deny that he wanted this man.
He loved to be around this man.

	"Don't say it," Adam whispered back, leaning up until his lips made contact
with Rey's, tilting his head while searching deeper with his lips.

	He kissed and kissed until his lips felt bruised, but that couldn't stop
him.  He eased Rey back onto the bed, crawling up him with tender lips still
expressing what he could not say aloud.  He rested a hand under Rey's head,
tilting it upward while his tongue slipped past Rey's lips.

	Rey groaned into the kiss, spreading his legs a little to allow Adam's
lower body to fit between them.  He ran his hands over Adam's broad back,
encouraging Adam to move further with their actions.

	Adam felt no hesitation this time.  His lips broke from Rey's, allowing
them to breathe as his other hand slid down and over Rey's chest.  His
traced Rey's pecs, felt the erect brown nipples on his chest.  He skated
over Rey's tight abs and then to the top of Rey's boxer-briefs.  Was he
prepared to go that far?  His body felt that way and he looked down into
Rey's open brown eyes for some form of confirmation.  Rey just nodded,
panting with trust in his almond eyes.

	His finger hooked into the waistband of Rey's underwear while his lips
continued to kiss over Rey's face.  He kissed the corner of Rey's mouth as
he exposed his body, pulling down the boxer-briefs until they reached Rey's
ankles, allowing Rey to kick them the rest of the way off.

	He didn't let his eyes avert downward, though something called him to.  He
didn't know what it was because he never had the desire to see another man's
penis.  He never yearned for it.  Now was a different story.  Now was
reality and he let his hands follow what his body lusted for.

	Rey moaned against his lips as they tried to kiss through their pleasure.
He pushed forward, locking Rey's lips again, licking at his teeth and then
the roof of his mouth.  His other hand palmed the small of Rey's back,
lifting him up some so the friction was deeper.  He wanted to growl, release
some of the ecstasy than ran through every nerve of his body.  He let his
rumble in his throat as Rey pushed the hair from his face.

	Rey's fingers traced over his face while his other hand gripped at his
shoulder, bracing himself as they lower bodies finally met, Adam moving his
hand to enjoy the raw sensation.  His dick ran over Rey's in a smooth flow,
feeling the length, the throb, the bliss.  It ached in Adam's thighs and
sizzled down his spine.  He arched into Rey as Rey's left leg curled around
his hip, drawing him in with a breathy groan.

	"Feels so good.. good.." Adam huffed out, trying to slow the rate that he
breathed.  He couldn't.  Sweat was beginning to perspire across his back as
his fingers ran over Rey's abs, feeling the way they tightened and relaxed
when Rey moaned into his ear.  He smiled to himself, satisfied knowing that
this was overtaking both of them.  They refused to hold back and it made it
more beautiful than erotic.

	Adam's tongue slipped from his lips, tracing along Rey's jaw with a need to
taste something other than Rey's warm, velvety mouth.  He reveled in the
masculine smell of Rey's body while leaving dainty kisses along Rey's cheek.
  His hand gripped Rey's hip, held him still against his own body, their
bodies dipping into a swilling pool of delight.  He let Rey's chest beat
against his as Rey's hands scrambled across Adam's damp back, looking for
something that would guide him deeper into this unfelt pleasure dome.

	"More," Rey pleaded, kissing at Adam's chin with a desperation that was
familiar only by dreams, not reality.

	Adam felt Rey's right leg skirt around the back of his thigh, clenching
them together as he ground Rey into the mattress.  He grunted hard against
Rey's lips, trying to silence some of his screams with his lips.  But he
didn't want to.  This was all they needed.  They didn't need any of the
other acts Adam had heard about from others.  This was enough.

	The mattress shook, the walls moved in closer, and everything revolved in a
tangled motion in Adam's head.  He ran his fingers over Rey's nipples, then
traced all of the tattoos on his arms.  He watched the way Rey's mouth
remained open, sometimes to scream, other times to whisper things in a
foreign tongue.  His penis jabbed into Rey's ballsac, felt the way it was
tight against his body, ready to release everything Rey couldn't moan out.

	Adam finally glanced down, sweat slicking both of their bodies.  He looked
at Rey's dick, the smooth, flared skin standing curved against Adam's.  Was
Adam ever this hard?  He loved the way Rey's black hairs circled his groin,
sprinkled lightly over his balls.  It was a bit smaller than Adam's, but not
anything Adam wouldn't grow to love.  He let his hand curve around it, grip
it before gripping both of their dicks together, intensifying what was
already unbearable.

	Adam could sense Rey couldn't handle much more.  His lips were roaming over
Adam's throat, occasionally baring his teeth to nip at the skin.  Adam
relished the feeling of Rey's tongue skimming the base of the his throat
before dipping into his collarbone.  He ran his thumb over Rey's jaw as
Rey's lips sucked at the flesh on Adam's collarbone.  Adam panted a little
harder, his hips spasiming quicker against Rey's thrusting.

	"Oh, Rey-Rey," Adam choked out as Rey moved his head back up to plant a
gentle kiss on Adam's lips.

	Rey tangled his fingers in Adam's hair, tugging lightly before combing his
fingers through it.  The sweat made it soft, slightly damp.  It slinked
through his fingers like twisted gold.  He could not concentrate on it for
long when Adam's hand slipped over his butt, lightly rubbing the flesh.

	"Don't... stop," Rey stuttered out, holding Adam close.

	Adam could feel the slickness all over his hand.  It was their pre-cum.  It
left a stickiness that he now craved.  He licked his tongue out, wet his
lips and batted open his eyes.  He watched Rey.  He watched the way Rey's
face contorted as Rey's fingers dug into the skin of his back.  He watched
Rey's brow wrinkle and his lips pressed together as he suppressed another
squeal.  It did more than add to Adam's passion.  It made him forget to hold
on a little longer and then it happened.

	"Oh shit," Adam grunted, ducking his head as he spilled his seed.  He
whimpered and panted, his lips reaching out to kiss Rey's, but he just
couldn't grasp them before his head snapped back, his scream growing louder.

	"Oh, oh Adam," Rey groaned back, pressing his head into the mattress as he
too ejaculated.

	Adam could feel it.  It was hot, thick, dripping from his fingers.  Their
cum had splattered onto their stomachs, the bed, and his hand.  He released
their penises, the sensation too much now.  He was too sensitive.  He knew
Rey had to be too.

	He rolled their bodies on the bed, giggling as Rey held tightly onto him.
Rey now laid on top of Adam and Adam's other hand still traced the muscles
of his ass.

	Adam looked up into Rey's eyes, looked for that awkward feeling that could
follow something so passionate and new.  It didn't exist.  It couldn't be
created and Adam smiled at that.  There was just those sentimental brown
eyes that looked upon him as if he was the one Rey had been with for years.
He couldn't truly express how it made him feel, but it made him feel.

	His hand slipped from between their bodies, his mind ignoring the residue
that was now clinging to their flesh.  One thought entranced him.  His
tongue timidly licked out, tasting just a small drop of their cum that clung
to his index finger.  It was bitter and thick.  It melted against his tongue
and suddenly he didn't mind the taste.

	Before his tongue could go for more, he felt another tongue snaking around
his thumb, licking away more.  He watched Rey with a new found pleasure.
Rey's lips sucked the thumb in, his tongue bathing it with care.  He
swallowed a moan and relaxed, letting Rey fall between his open legs.  Rey
became more comfortable and Adam just watched, fascinated by the way Rey
took in the new experience.

	Limbs tangled and Adam bent his head forward, searching for Rey's lips.  He
found them when Rey released the digit between his lips, their mouths
crushing together to taste the nectar.  Adam's tongue pressed forward,
finding Rey's, swirling together in some twisted vine of ecstasy.

	Adam broke the kiss, panting as his hand dropped to Rey's back, running
nimble fingers over the smooth skin.  He stared at Rey, watched a smile part
his thick lips as he caught his breath.  He didn't care about anything else.

	"Would I sound like too much of a girl if I asked you to hold me now?" Rey
questioned with eyes that were half-scared.

	Adam quickly shook his head, scooping Rey tightly into his arms and rolling
until they laid on their dies.  He kissed the top of his head and rubbed his
back as Rey snuggled even closer.  He let Rey push strands of hair behind
his ear and lean up for a kiss.  Adam obliged with a small one, nuzzling
their noses.  He used to do that with his wife, when he loved her.  But that
didn't trouble him now.  At least, he wouldn't let it.  He only wanted to be
troubled with Rey and the way Rey felt.

	"I like this Adam.  I like this a lot."

	Adam smiled and closed his eyes.  "I do too Rey-Rey."



				|To be continued for now...|

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