Party Nights

By Archangel

Dedicated to Jason Usher

Love At Last

They entered the house that night weary and worn. Duffle bags were dropped to the floor without care, jackets slung aside and shoes kicked off in a mess. Paul idly followed Brian into the kitchen. The younger boy started going through the fridge in search of nourishment in any form, discovering a leftover container of spaghetti. He proceeded to devour it without even heating it up.

“Ew, Paul.”

He looked up with some dangling from his lips. Brian scrunched up his nose at him, but then shrugged. He was completely used to Paul’s strange eating habits by now. Some of them he had even adopted. Like putting ketchup in the macaroni and cheese. Who knew something that looked and sounded so disgusting could taste so good.

Brian continued to watch Paul eat for a moment longer before going to the fridge himself. He eyed the contents with a disconnected gaze before reaching to the back of the top shelf for a can of beer. Paul was washing his container out when he heard the metal tab pop. Before Brian could lift the can to his lips he grabbed his wrist.

“Nuh uh.”

“What? What’d I do?”

“Not tonight. I’ve been taking your drunken forgotten come-ons for too long.” He pulled the can away and put it upside down into the sink to let it pour out. Then he stepped closer to his new love. “Tonight I don’t want anything getting in the way. I want only my Brian without alcohol on his breath, without a glazed look in his eyes. I want to be damn sure that this time you remember everything.”

Brian smirked a bit. “Gonna give me something memorable huh? So why am I still standing here?”

“Because I was hungry and then I was talking, blondie. Why do you think?”

“Well, that’s over with now so I’m outta here!”

With that Brian turned and ran through the house, Paul quickly following. Brian ran into Paul’s bedroom, attempting to shut the door behind him, but it was shoved open. He squeaked and dove for the bed. In an instant he had the covers over his head.

“I can’t see you so you can’t see me.”

Paul pulled the covers down to Brian’s chin with a bright smile. He waved his hand in front of his face in a stupid John Cena impression. Of course, Brian cracked up laughing. Out of all the people in the business Brian was the most entertained by John’s persona. Considering that he knew John pretty well and knew that he was really just a normal white boy underneath all the flash. Once Brian had calmed down a bit he snuggled into Paul’s arms.

“I wonder why Cena of all people came over to us today?” Paul asked.

“I don’t know. I guess he just was tired of seeing us apart.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect something like that from him. He did come across really perverted about it, though.”

Brian chuckled. “I’m sure he meant it in the most romantic way.”

“Hm. Maybe.” Paul rolled onto his side and propped himself up to look down at Brian. “You know you have me so nervous that my stomach is knotted up.”

“Nervous?” Brian looked completely innocent. “Why is that?”

“Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And I think you’re supposed to be nervous when you make love to someone for the first time.”

Brian blinked at him in surprise. He obviously hadn’t fully comprehended any of what Paul had said while in the kitchen. It didn’t matter anymore, though. He knew now and he was more than thrilled to hear such words directed at him.

“Did you say make love?”

“Yes. That’s what I intend to do,” he paused and looked at him, “if you’ll let me, that is.”

Brian didn’t have to answer. Paul had a feeling that look in his eyes was all the confirmation he needed. He leaned down to him and kissed his lips tenderly, not in the feverish manner that they had that night after the WWE party. He was slow and savoring every sensation it put through him. He sucked on Brian’s lower lip briefly before slipping his tongue past. Brian was quick to react, opening his mouth to him and letting him explore at his leisure.

The same went double for Paul’s hands, which had taken to roaming over his body. He rolled to the side again, pulling Brian on top of him so that he could touch him more freely. He rubbed his back gently and massaged the taut muscles then brought his fingers underneath the front of Brian’s tank to run his palms over his smooth chest. He seemed almost flawless to the touch. His skin was soft and already burning hot from only their passionate kisses. Brian stopped long enough to let Paul slip his shirt over his head, making quick work of his buttoned up shirt before Paul had a chance to grab his hands. He watched as the man kissed his fingertips, nibbling lightly on each digit and then kissing his palms. They gazed at each other for a long moment.

“I love you,” Brian whispered.

Paul leaned up to envelop Brian in his strong embrace once again pushing him onto his back. He pecked at his lips and cheeks, his kisses trailing down his lover’s neck and to his shoulder before he replied.

“I love you too, Brian. In fact, let me show you how much I love you.”

He caressed Brian’s cheek tenderly before lowering his head again to the fair skin. His lips brushed feather light kisses across his chest, pausing at each nipple to lavish it with the affections of his tongue. His hands paired with his mouth in worshipping every inch of Brian’s torso. He found sensitive places along the man’s sides and under his arms, memorizing each spot to make use of them time and time again. As his lips moved down to Brian’s stomach, teasing and nibbling at places that almost tickled, his hands took care to unstrap his belt and undo his jeans. He lifted from the body writhing beneath him only long enough to pull off every last item of clothing that was left between them. Each completely bared to one another, there was another long stare shared between them as they drank in the sight. Then Paul was back to his work. He hesitated no longer in giving Brian precisely what he desired. As his hands caressed and squeezed at his thighs, he lowered his mouth to the already hardened cock of his lover. He licked tentatively at him, loving the gasp that he heard in return. He raised one hand to take hold of him and run his fingers over his shaft as he continued to lap at his head in a teasing manner.

“Paul, you bastard,” he muttered with a chuckle.

He cast his eyes up at him with a smirk, but decided not to make him pay for that comment. Instead he conceded and took Brian’s head into his mouth, working his way slowly down his length. He knew it had to be agonizing to go so slow. Judging by the soft moans coming from him it wasn’t all that bad at the same time. Paul almost smiled, but kept his concentration, putting what little experience he had in this department to good use for the first time in ages. His free hand trailed abstract patterns up and down Brian’s thigh as he worked his mouth and tongue on him, going at him with good rhythm one moment and then stopping to merely lick at him the next. He had been told once before he was a cock tease. For good reason. He had never gotten any complaints. Brian seemed to be loving it. Every sound and movement he made was a cry of pleasure. His gasps had all but stopped in exchange for whimpering moans and whispered pleas. His hands gripped at the bed sheets and his hips twitched with the restrained urge to thrust forward. The most prominent and arousing feeling was something most people would never notice in Paul’s position. He noticed it, though, and reveled in the tremors it sent through him to feel Brian’s cock twitch and push against the roof of his mouth now and then.

“Paul... Paul...” Brian’s words came no longer whispered, an obvious warning that Paul had no intention of heeding.

He shifted his position just slightly, wrapping his fingers around Brian’s hardness just below his mouth. Now his head and hand moved in time marking out a quick rhythm. Brian’s cries only grew more desperate, his hips jerking upwards to meet his mouth. Paul responded by tightening his grip. It seemed to do the trick as Brian tossed his head back with a yell of ecstasy. Paul didn’t stop until he felt a hand on the back of his head. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed down the last bit before crawling back up to lie by his side. Brian turned into his chest and snuggled up to him still panting for breath. Paul only smiled smugly. He gave him his rest for now.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic,” he said breathlessly.

Paul grinned and caught his chin, tilting his head back to kiss him. Brian could taste himself on his lips and it more than intrigued him. He let out one last deep breath after they parted, his eyes once more gaining a lusty glimmer. He knew what came next.

“Paulie, we’re not done yet are we?”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on it. Why do you ask?”

Brian only smiled his somewhat arrogant smile and turned away from him. He reached over and pulled open the drawer on the bedside table. He found exactly what he had expected after pushing a pile of socks out of the way. It was the same thing in every single man's sock drawer: some porno mags and a bottle of lube. He grabbed the bottle and shook it at Paul with a grin.

“Yes, that’s lube. What do you expect me to do with it?”

“What do you think, smartass?”

The bottle promptly bounced off Paul’s forehead. He arched a brow at it and snatched it up before scooting over and pressing himself to Brian’s back before the other boy had a chance to turn back around. He must’ve startled him because he lost the balance he had, his elbow sliding out from under him to put him onto his stomach. Either he was startled or he had done it on purpose. Either way Paul laughed a little at him kissing his shoulder before opening the bottle in his hand. He got some of the slick liquid onto his fingers then tossed it aside. He looked down at Brian, who had turned his head enough for his face to be seen against the pillow. He reached down and ran his fingers lightly over his love’s entrance. Brian jumped instantly.

“That’s cold!”

“It’ll warm up. I promise.”

They both snickered at each other as Paul continued to lightly touch him. He carefully slid one finger inside of him, watching and listening as Brian gasped softly. Satisfied with the reaction he got Paul went a little further, slipping a second finger inside. He didn’t need to see Brian’s reaction to know that it was already a tight fit. He was in no hurry, though, so he continued his gentle ministrations, taking pleasure in the soft sounds coming from Brian. When he felt he was comfortable he made a hesitant attempt at three fingers. Brian grunted slightly at it, his muscles tensing instantly.

“Relax baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” Paul whispered in his ear. Brian only nodded to him, taking a deep breath. “Have you gone this far before?”

“Not in a long time. Don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt.”

Paul smiled and kissed his temple lightly, pushing his face into his blond locks as he continued to prepare him. He wasn’t taking any chances on ruining this night for Brian. This was going to be their first time together. He wanted it to be perfect. After a few moment he began to explore Brian’s inside more, searching for that one particular place that he knew would get the man’s attention. He knew the moment he found it as Brian suddenly gasped and shook. He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his lips as he brushed over his prostate again and watched Brian’s whole body twitch.

“Ready?”

“More than you know.”

Paul withdrew his fingers and put what lube was left behind over his own cock. Then he pulled Brian onto his side with his back pressed against chest. He gently parted his legs as he positioned his tip against his opening, pushing forward slowly to judge Brian’s reaction. He whimpered at first, but once past that tight ring of muscle he opened his mouth to moan. Paul was so struck by the beauty of seeing that for himself that he didn’t move for a moment. Completely sheathed in the warm tightness that was his Brian, he watched the pleasure reflect in the man’s green-blue eyes. After a moment he gave a sound of need and pushed back against him.

“Please, Paul,” he barely whispered.

He couldn’t deny Brian anything, certainly not this. He pulled back and pushed back into him again, making doubly sure it was only pleasure that crossed his beloved’s features. Now he could relax, beginning a slow and tender rhythm for them. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a content sigh. Brian’s hand came up, fingers threading through his black hair. He turned his face to his as much as he could, finally craning his neck far enough to meet Paul’s lips with his own, their tongues darting out to taste and tantalize each other. Soon Brian’s hips were rocking back to meet each of Paul’s thrusts. To catch him off guard Paul angled himself differently, thrusting up and forward. Brian cried out as he pushed against his sweet spot, his hand tightening in his hair. Paul didn’t stop, quickening his pace and thrusting against that same spot repeatedly now. He loved getting Brian to make so much noise. With each movement he could feel Brian’s muscles squeeze and tighten around him drawing him closer and closer to his final pleasure. He reached down in front of him, his hand going tight around Brian’s returned erection. He matched his hand to his hips in a fast motion.

Brian heard him moan his name in desperate need to be sated. He forced himself to commit that sound to memory. He never wanted to forget this moment, this blissful evening of rapture shared with his true love. He would never forget anything between he and Paul ever again. A cry from just over his shoulder caught his attention then Paul’s hand tightened all the more on his cock. He felt the hot rush of Paul’s orgasm filling him. It all caused ecstasy to slice through him and he joined Paul in loud voice.

Later the two lovers lay entangled in each other’s arms still. Their faces are peaceful, if not still flushed, even in sleep. Their hands are joined, fingers intertwined. It took a lot for them to get here, but here they shall remain. In each other’s arms and hearts till the very end.

The End

Legalities: Christian Cage, Bubba Dudley, D-Von Dudley, and Gail Kim are copyright to TNA Wrestling. Chris Jericho, the Rock, and Brock Lesnar are copyright to themselves. Paul London, Brian Kendrick, John Cena, and any other mentioned characters are property of World Wrestling Entertainment. I claim no knowledge of each of the characters sexual preferences or lives. This is a story of fiction, none of these events are real. I received absolutely no profit from this story.