Title:  Birthday Boy
Author: Lisa Richmond
Rating:  NC-17 I think
Content:  m/m and language
Disclaimer:  Not mine *pouts*
Distribution:  Keep my name on it
Summary:  Answer to Eddie challenge
Other Stuff: I got the idea from this after reading one of those women's
mags (Women's Own, Take A Break, Chat etc)
 
 

Eddie sighed and took another sip of beer, what a shitty way to spend his
birthday. It wasn't that he didn't like his co-workers, it was just that
there was someone he'd much rather be spending the day with. He noticed how
everyone kept glancing towards the door. Oh joy! They'd probably hired a
stripper - some bimbo with a brain the size of a pea and bigger boobs than
Trish. Could life get any worse?

Sure enough the door opened and a woman dressed as a belly dancer sashayed
in and came straight over to him. As everyone around him whooped and
cheered he recognised the woman as Chyna, that was a bonus at least she
wouldn't try to get into his pants. He smiled politely as Chyna took his
hand and pulled him to his feet, swaying her hips in time to the music.
"Look happy!" she hissed.

Chyna walked in a circle around him removing the veils slowly until she was
standing before him in little more that a bikini. "Let's go baby." She
grabbed Eddie and threw him over her shoulder. "We'll see you later guys",
she turned and carried him towards the door, "then again, maybe not." The
crowd in the bar cheered and clapped as Chyna pushed open the doors taking
Eddie outside.

She stood him back on his feet. "I hope you fucking appreciate this. This is
the last time you ever see me in a bikini." She wrapped a long jacket around
herself. "You can give me all the puppies and flowers you want but this is
never gonna happen again AND you'd better be grateful. C'mon." She began
striding along the street.

Eddie ran beside her, trying to keep up. "Grateful for what?"

"Well everyone decided to get you a dancer and I knew that wasn't exactly
your sort of thing so I said I would do it."

"Not my sort of thing?"

Chyna stopped and turned to him, her hands on her hips. "Oh PLEASE do not
think you can fool me, I know about you so don't even try to deny it. Them
back there think we're together now. Right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? This way I won't get hassle about Lita
and you won't get hassle for not sleeping around on the road." She turned
and began walking again. "Honestly! Men can be such idiots at times, no
wonder I prefer women."

"Where we going?"

"Back to the hotel, everyone else will still be at the bar drinking
themselves silly."

*                *                *

Chyna kissed his cheek. "Happy birthday sweetheart." She slid her card
through the slot. "I'll see you tomorrow, have fun."

"You too." Eddie sighed as she disappeared into the room. She could at least
have come to the room for an hour instead of leaving him alone. He unlocked
the door and stepped inside. Nobody yelled 'surprise', no balloons, no
people, just silence. Well fuck them, he didn't need them, he'd make his own
fun.

He heard a noise in the bedroom. So that was their idea? Everyone hide in
there to surprise him, well he was onto them. He crept to the bedroom and
threw the door open. "I've got..." He stopped when he saw Sean Waltman lying
on his bed asleep.

***

Closing the door behind him Eddie left the room, Sean Waltman was in *his*
bed. It'd been a long time Sean...not since their WCW days. But why was he
here now? Sean had been avoiding him since he'd first arrived in January and
now he was here.

Eddie went to the small cabinet and poured himself a large whisky. He gulped
it down and poured another. Flopping down on the small couch he ran his
fingers through his hair.

"You'd better be careful, you can't hold your alcohol any better than I
can."

Eddie looked at Sean, leaning against the door frame. "Please...a sip of
beer and you're falling on the floor."

Sean grinned, "It's been a long time since we've been alone together."

"That wasn't my choice."

"I didn't say it was...aren't you gonna ask me why I'm here?"

Eddie shrugged and took another sip of his drink. "If you wanna tell me then
you will."

Sean moved to sit in the seat opposite. "Happy birthday by the way."

"Thanks, I take it Chyna knew you were here?"

"Yeah, she told me which room you were staying in, sorry that I fell
asleep."

"No problem, although it did surprise me a little. After the way you've been
avoiding me I thought...well I don't know what I thought but I didn't expect
you to show up on my bed."

"I missed you."

"What?"

"I missed you. The reason I didn't come near you was because I thought there
was something with you and Road Dog."

Eddie laughed. "Pup and Latino Heat together? For one thing Billy would kill
me."

"Yeah well, so Chyna told me, along with how stupid I was being. She also
said you still wanted me. Is that true?"

Eddie sighed and nodded, he gulped down the rest of his drink and rose to
get another. As he poured the whisky into the glass Sean's arms moved around
his waist causing him to spill the liquid over the counter. Sean took the
bottle and glass from him and sat the to the side before slowly turning
Eddie around to face him.

Eddie reached up and touched Sean's face as he leaned in for a soft kiss,
his lips gentle. Sean responded ravenously, spearing his tongue into his
mouth, his arms crushing Eddie's body against him.

At Sean's urging Eddie raised himself to sit on the counter top, wrapping
his legs around Sean's waist and his arms around his neck as their mouths
met again. Sean reached down to Eddie's ass drawing their bodies closer
together as he began to grind against him. "Fuck I've missed this. I need
you Sean."

"You're the birthday boy." Sean lowered Eddie onto his back and began to
unbutton his shirt, pushing it to the side he ran his fingertips over his
chest. "You know I watched you on the PPV a few months ago. After your
'prom'. Remember? You had to change out of your suit in the aisle. When you
took your shirt off I nearly came there and then. All it took was a few
strokes." Eddie moaned and arched up as Sean pinched his nipples. "Does that
turn you on babe? To know that I jacked off watching you wrestle? I kept
imagining it was me, me touching your body. Of course what I wanted couldn't
be shown on national TV."

Sean leaned over to kiss Eddie, pressing their cocks together. Kissing along
his neck he moved down his body, licking his nipples, gently biting them.

He reached down and began removing Eddie's trousers and underwear. Sean
moved Eddie to sit at the edge of the counter and, after checking he was
comfortable, dropped to his knees and drew him into his mouth. Eddie moaned
loudly at the sensation and all it took was a few strokes of Sean's famous
tongue to send him over the edge. His whole body tensed, his knees clamped
around Sean's head and his heels dug into his back. After a few moments he
relaxed a little allowing Sean to move back and stand.

Sean quickly stripped off his own clothes, aware of Eddie watching him.
Eddie pulled him in for another kiss. "I want you inside me. Now." Sean
looked around the room quickly looking for something. Finally he found a
bottle of oil and poured some over his hands. Edie lay back and bent his
legs at the knees. Sean moved to his knees again and slowly pushed a finger
into Eddie while kissing his inner thighs. Gently he added a second and a
third, stretching him in preparation.

"God Sean! Fuck me! Fuck me off the counter!" Sean stood and moved Eddie
legs over his shoulders as eased his way inside him.

He stopped when he was all the way in to try and calm himself down. Eddie
wiggled, trying to coax some movement from Sean. "Don't...don't move for a
minute." Eddie lay for a few moments, growing impatient until Sean eased his
way back out before slamming back in. They both groaned at the feeling. Sean
grabbed Eddie's hips, pulling his body towards him at every in stroke as he
began to move. "Eddie you're so tight! I missed this, I missed you! Come for
me baby! Come all over my stomach!" He reached between them and began
stroking Eddie's cock. "Does it feel good to have my dick inside you? My
hand on you, hacking you off as I fuck you? I can feel you're closed, let go
for me." Eddie wailed as he came over Sean stomach and hand, his muscles
contracted drawing Sean's own orgasm from him. Sean flopped down on top of
Eddie, when he raised his head he kissed him thoroughly. "Remind me to thank
Chyna."
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