Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 17:34:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: lavender lady <writeongirl77@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the House

TITLE: In the House (1/1)

CAST: Rob Van Dam & Lance Storm

DISCLAIMER:  This is total, complete fiction.  This does not
reflect the true sexual orientations of Rob Van Dam or Lance
Storm.  The personas of said wrestlers are owned by World
Wrestling Entertainment, not me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is NC-17 due to the depiction of
graphic sexual action between two consenting adult men. It
contains a light domination theme-- and I admit I don't
write those kinds of stories very well.   But it's all just
for fun, so please don't take it seriously.  However, if you
know that you don't like this kind of material, please leave
now.  Everyone else, enjoy!

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     Finally escaping the brutal heat outside, Rob walked
through the front door and into the comfortably chilly
living room. It had been a long, tiresome day at work. It
showed up in his sleepy eyes and lazy walk. But coming home
was the reward for tolerating demanding bosses and gossipy,
whiny co-workers.

     He loosened his tie with a jerk. He came across Lance
sitting on the couch, engrossed in the newspaper. Stretching
over the paper Rob placed a soft kiss on his lover's
forehead.

     "Ooooh, you scared me there." said a startled Lance. He
folded up the paper, placed it on the couch, and returned
Rob's kiss. "How'd your day go, sweets?" he asked.

     "It was all right." said Rob, stepping out of his shoes
and sitting down. "Too many deadlines and too few hours to
meet them in." Rob draped an arm around Lance and pulled him
close. "How was your day, babe?"

     Lance smiled as he caught the scent of sweat joined
with cologne. "As good as I could expect. No promising job
prospects, nothing." Lance put his arms around Rob's frame
and held him like a child would his mother.

     "When will I find a job and feel useful?" he said into
Rob's ear.

     "You already have, and you already are." said Rob,
stroking Lance's hair.  "Let me demonstrate."

     His lips touched Lance's with the lightness of air. As
tongues met to dance Rob pressed harder, like he wanted to
leave some mark of himself. Their bodies came closer until
they could feel the physical proof of their love--chests
heaving, hard cocks together, disco-throbbing hearts.

     Rob let his forehead meet Lance's. He loved looking
into Lance's eyes. They were light in the shade, hidden
tenderness under the bravado. Rob marveled at Lance's strong
arms, the chest that a tank top currently housed, thick
calves that led to luscious thighs, a cock in bloom under
little jean shorts.

     Rob pulled Lance off the couch. They stood in the
middle of the living room which, despite the blast of air
conditioning, was quite humid. Rob peeled off Lance's shirt
and admired his cut, smooth chest. Rob took Lance's hands
and spread apart his arms. He kissed his Adam's apple, his
shoulders, his hard pecs. He sucked his nipples until they
were little pebbles. He even ran his tongue along Lance's
armpits, savoring the sweat along his skin. Lance's moans
became high-pitched and laced with need, so Rob knew he
liked this best.

     Dropping his hands, Rob unfastened Lance's shorts. Rob
looked on, almost leering at him, as Lance stepped out of
them.

     "Too hot for underwear." Rob growled, pleased with what
he saw.   He let his finger run along Lance's cock, his
smile and soft moans indicating he liked what he felt. When
it reached the top Rob's fingertip nestled in its mouth.
Lance groaned loudly as he turned the cock into a cradle.
Carefully Rob moved it back and forth, watching Lance as he
groaned loudly and called Rob's name.  The tension of Rob
pulling on him was something that always excited him, never
bored him.

     Rob removed his finger and fell to his knees. As soon
as he hit the floor Lance's cock went straight into Rob's
mouth. His sucking was like quicksilver, all fast and
furious. Lance placed his hands on Rob's shoulders--he loved
being pleasured and he was sure that if he weren't careful
he would lose himself and his balance. As his cock went
further down Rob's throat Lance's legs grew weaker. He moved
closer to help Rob get it all in. It almost seemed like they
both let out cries of joy when Rob's throat was full.

     On it went, the sucking and licking and massaging. Rob
put one, then two fingers inside his man. Rob's deft
movements made Lance cry more. Lance was getting light
headed as he realized that he couldn't hold it in anymore.

     "Rob, get ready. I'm going to come!" he shouted.

     Rob took off his mouth and Lance's cock shook in the
air.

     "Not yet, Lance. You need to hold it." he ordered.

     Over the time they'd been together, Lance realized that
Rob had a certain charisma that he used as heavy persuasion.
Rob's voice was tender yet stern, a reminder that Lance
should know the right way to behave.  Lance realized, as
always, that Rob was so sensual and so good at letting that
show in his words and his actions, that disobeying him was
nothing short of foolish.

     "Yes, Rob." Lance replied.


     Rob began unbuttoning his shirt as soon as his body was
erect. He undressed himself with wild, quick motions. The
next thing Lance knew he was seeing Rob's beautiful,
muscular form unclothed and carnal light in his eyes.
Witnessing this made Lance grip his cock and start pumping
faster to keep himself ready for Rob.

     "Lance, drop that and lay down." said Rob, his voice a
mix of authority and kindness.

     "Yes, Rob. Whatever you say." said Lance, making a spot
on the floor.

     Rob kneeled down and turned Lance over on his stomach,
then spread his legs. Rob pushed in slowly and Lance savored
every motion with his repeated moaning and crying until his
lover was at home.

     "Your place is here." Rob's words were an admonishment.

     To further make his point Rob used short, repeated
thrusts of his cock. They both cried out on hearing the
sound of balls against back, feeling Lance squeeze his ass
over Rob's cock. Soon they were both getting that old
familiar tingle.

     "Please Rob, can't I come now?" asked Lance, the pain
evident in his voice and face.

     "No! Not yet Lance!" Rob replied, out of breath. "I
have to come first!" Rob banged it faster, making sure his
cock was still tight in Lance's space. Rob liked it when
Lance was teased like this. Sometimes he would do a series
of fast thrusts. Then he would slow down the pace and lull
Lance into thinking that relief was coming. Then just as
Lance thought it was over, Rob would surprise him all over
again.

     "You get ready for it Lance!" Rob yelled as his stuff
shot right up Lance's ass. Whatever he couldn't hold blended
into the rug.

     "Please let me come..." whimpered Lance.

     "Just wait." said Rob. Immediately his fingers went up
Lance, tickling him in the tight space. Rob found a lot of
pleasure in watching Lance scream, seeing him shake out of
control, seeing him make pre-come. Once in a while, he would
put his hands on Lance's balls and pinch them while his
tongue flicked Lance's entrance.

"Mmm, we like that. I know we do. I know I do, Lance."  said
Rob, in between teasing.

     "Rob! Oh Rob please I can't take it! You have to let me
come!" Lance was so captured by the complete ecstasy of the
situation that he thought he was begging for his life.

     Rob pulled away. "Stroke yourself for me, Lance." he
said nicely.

     Lance did as he was told. It was nothing for his hand
to glide across his cock, to roll around his balls that by
now were low and about to explode. Now he was going fast, so
much faster.

     Rob watched this for a few minutes until he decided
Lance had done enough.

     "Lance--now!" he commanded.

     Lance's face was scrunched up in pain. He screamed at
the sensation of white-hot liquid spewing all over his
chest. After he was well coated, Rob used his tongue as a
vacuum, not resting until every drop was tasted.

     Rob fell on top of Lance. He kissed him with abandon,
filling his mouth with his tongue. His breath was salty and
hot.

     "Now do you know your place?" he asked in a mellow
voice. "Do you know that you have a use?"

     "Uh-huh." Lance replied, kissing Rob's neck.

     "Good. That's a good boy. That`s a good Lance." said
Rob, patting his head.

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Like I said before, I don't feel this is a really strong
story, but I hope you liked it anyhow.  Please feel free to
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