*WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE M/M ACTION! THANK YOU.*

The moderately weathered, victorious bodies of two significantly iconic human beings sat diligently perched upon a particle board constructed table, the fragile slab of wood being barely sustained by a twin set of ebony-tainted ladders. The truly dynamic duo raised their perfect, muscularly-sculpted arms high toward the dome-shaped ceiling of the densely packed arena as a glittering, four pound trophy of gold were each clasped in an ensnarement of slightly calloused fingers. Over nineteen thousand pairs of lungs compressed simultaneously as a chorus of approving, excited shouts and squawks poured vigorously from the vast horde of glowing, eager countenances. The rapid dispersement of sound washed over the pair of extremely gifted, young, Canadian men like a rogue tidal wave as The Suicide Blondes simply basked in their well-deserved glory. A spectacular array of lights exploding from small, metallic, box-like apparatuses obediently enshrouded and captured the triumphant contours of the feignly battered gentlemen, hovering behind the barrier laced distance like an unexplainable swarm of fireflies.

The heavily perspiring, currently disheveled haired form of Adam Copeland suddenly lowered his tired, upper limbs and allowed them to rest temporarily at the sides of his vibrantly adorned, fabric-encased legs as he shifted his weight gingerly upon the all too merciful surface of the shoddy work table. Desperately holding on to one of the greatly prized and precious title belts securely within his vice-like, clutching device of a right hand, the lithe, professional athlete swung a long, sculpted leg precariously over the narrow ledge of the unreliable board as an unforgiving sole of a black wrestling boot found its way to the apex rung of the westerly positioned ladder. The incredibly talented young male deftly descended the lengthy proximity of a tactful series of flat, steel platforms until the solid foundation of the milky white stretch of canvas met the toughened bottoms of his leather-bound feet. His hauntingly intriguing green-colored orbs swept over the charismatic figure of his fellow comrade still sprawled across the top of the polished horizontal structure as Adam silently beckoned the man to repeat the same course of actions he had surmounted from moments earlier. A curt nod pursued after the abrupt address of the signal as a thick, dandelion-kissed mane oscillated hypnotically over broad, mesh material-wrapped shoulder blades. William Jason Reso, or simply Jason preferably, gradually made his way down the vertical slope of the tall, shimmering steel column as the numerous callings from the unrealistically immense audience followed in his wake.

The delicately molded twofold character personas of Edge and Christian stood mightily together in unison at a vacant location of the innermost perimeter of the containing, square, fighting arrangement before the slightly larger half of the dual superstars nonchalantly bounded forward. A thin tendril of slip preventive powder responsively snaked upward and lazily chased the durable ebony wrestling boot that had stirred and disturbed it from its brief settlement. The Ultimate Opportunist absent-mindedly forced his knobby kneecaps to bend and jut out as he stooped his mildly intimidating demeanor upon the pale ring interior before writhing and slithering determinedly through the scarlet thicket of machine-woven thread stretched tightly across the approximately shaped facility like jungle vines. The hard, cruel outer appearance of the main expansion of dark floor tiling seized the rugged paneling of the undersides of his work shoes once the young man landed gracefully on the black duration of ground like an elegant feline. His keen peripheral vision managed to capture the motion of his best companion and career partner insinuating past the taut, crimson confinements of layered rope before Jason subserviently positioned himself alongside his one, true ally.

Adam temporarily allowed his tantalizingly green, glass-like, optical organs to curiously scan and quickly register the massive accumulation of civilians in the stunning, entertaining environment before shifting his WWF Tag Team Championship belt to the notch outlining his left shoulder as one of the sturdy leather straps draped dramatically over the articulate ridge. The slightly smaller framed competitor mimicked his arrogant colleague's flamboyant display as his newly achieved title rested proudly upon his angular bastion. A dizzying magnitude of multi-colored stage lights encircled the extremely aptitude youths vigorously, creating almost hallucinogenic, pulsating shapes and eerie, mythological-like shadows all around the enchanting duo. The smooth, shining layer of the grated aluminum entrance ramp noiselessly coaxed the bewildered minds of the highly vivacious star athletes as they collectively stalked up the insignificant incline. A substantial haze of particularly blinding smoke instantly greeted the young men once the pair of towering blondes had ascended the acute slope. The ominous, white fog consumed them entirely, swiftly causing the two Canadian born stars to vanish from the awestruck, magnitudinous view of the World Wrestling Federation for the remainder of the intense California evening.

The somber altitude of gritty, deteriorating concrete slabs dwarfed the professional wrestlers in a foreboding manner as a low grumble of an air conditioning mechanism reverberated throughout the narrow corridor they were currently stationed in. Dilapidated metal rafters, congesting the already clogged artery of the high ceiling, apparently notioned to swagger to-and-fro in the scarcely perceived breeze as the light weight soles of shoes cradling pampered and pedicured feet retorted harshly against the offhandedly polished, ceramic tiles. Strong, supposedly serious, yet beaming facial expressions, bore down from slick, glossy poster frames garnishing historic Hall of Fame legends from the past and present alike as their unwavering, photographically motionless stares followed the accomplished regents down the cramped longevity.

Jason permitted the lush curtain of his moderately chapped, tissued folds to expose orthodontia-perfected, white, enamel-encrusted gems, glittering wholeheartedly in the dim arrangement of light. He retreated in a temporary refuge of solace as the extraordinary events that had unfolded earlier that night invaded his central nervous system like an angry tirade of wildfire. Although the match had been delicately constructed and executed over the course of several weeks, it was still an extremely phenomenal sensation to finally have captured the enviable tag team title belts for the first time in either man's career. Uniquely printed, cushioned fingerpads pressed protectively hard on his in ring character's pure gold treasure to the point that the engravings inscribed on the trophy were momentarily embedded in the fleshy tips due to the sudden, greatly implied force of pressure.

"I feel like I'm living in a dream. This is almost too good to be true."

After being dispelled into the pleasantly cool environment, the syllables that had clambered sluggishly up his throat sounded remarkably hushed and innocent as the intricate auditory effect crawled into the gaping, offering passages of his ear canals and gradually processed within the incarcerating bonds of a tired, mangled and gently perplexed brain.

A wolfish smirk deposited itself on the comprehensive, artistic canvas of Adam's ruggedly handsome features upon hearing the slightly younger man voice his astonishingly awestruck words. Although he could most certainly relate to the newly discovered fulfillment of total, acquired success right now, the child-like naivety of his life-long friend managed to stir a fond amusement that shook the foundation of his very core.

"Well, you're living the dream now, Jason. Hell, we both are! And with enough perseverance, soon the two of us will become the most dominant and memorable tag team in WWF history."

Jason clung on desperately to every word uttered as though his very mortal life depended on the matter as he listened intently to his fellow accomplice and personal mentor like a vigilant, scholarly pupil, his striking chestnut-hued orbs widening dramatically after partaking in the verbal observation. Those fateful series of events unraveled yet again in the depths of his mind's eye repeatedly like a broken record as he mentally basked once more in that final, glorious period of time.

"You really were wonderful out there tonight, Adam," the lissome blonde marveled aloud.

"I know," the scruffy-faced male replied in a teasingly haughty fashion, puffing his naked, glistening, yet slowly ceasing to perspire, chest out like a rooster in the prime hierarchy of a hen yard.

The fractionally slighter proportioned young man chortled merrily at his dear friend's presumptuous show as his weighted cranium shifted from side to side on the base of his ample neck, the billowing curtain of yellowed strands overcoming his charming features like a golden waterfall.

"I mean, it was me who pushed Matt Hardy through that table below us to seal the deal, now wasn't it? No, but all kidding aside, you really were just as impressive, Jay. You were spectacular, actually. I really am honored to have you as my partner not only in this business, but outside of those doors as well."

The epidermis masking Jason's high cheekbones began to flush a ruddy, pink shade of saturation immediately after his ears anticipatingly perceived this notable information amorously.

"Thanks, man. That means a lot to me," he expressed rather feebly as the corners of his thin mouth curled into a small, yet sincere, smile.

The inseparable halves configuring the current status of the recently acclaimed tag team champions rounded past an unusually jagged edge of distastefully molded plaster as the focal point of another stretch of a limited girthed hallway inveigled the inscrutable vision of the overzealous pair. Haphazardly painted, looming sheets of alloy were scattered chaotically about the premises, mimicking an unkempt, slender maw missing scores of carnivorous teeth. Squalid, rusted hinges contrasted comparatively large to the peeling, toxic complexions that they were questionably fastened to.

Nonetheless, a single, solitary, fixated slab particularly stood out amongst its incommunicable peers as Jason took a considerable amount of interest in the shoddily constructed door. A genuinely crafted arm extended toward the smooth surface internally calling to the limb as a flattened, line-etched palm rested dutifully upon the tall object. A black, plastic plate bore the imagery of a corroded stick figure standing placidly at attention.

"Hey, Adam? Hang on. I need to stop in here for a second."

The Canadian wrestler to whom Jason was readily addressing stopped dead in his decisively laid out tracks as the detailed configurations lining the bottoms of his fresh-off-of-the-assembly-line boots tried to cling onto the ceramic landscape in an attempt to hold his weight securely into place. Adam's shimmering, butter-splashed euphoria of hair swiveled lusciously around in the properly intended destination as his intrigued, radiant eyes studied his cohort indefinitely. He watched fortuitously as his storyline concocted brethren exerted a small degree of force as the metallic sheath effortlessly gave way to the prominent figures, its iron-coated junctures screaming in protest.

A brackish mixture of mold and other assorted fungi sat caked into the crevices of the deceivingly hollow walls as their spindly vertebrae reached out toward the crumbling, popcorn ceiling like birch trees aiming to fondly brush against the accompaniment of fluffy, cumulus clouds. A sticky, minuscule sea of grime soiled the mismatched jigsaw puzzle of a floor while the unnecessarily overpowering, headache-educing aroma of cleaning chemicals invaded the flaring nasal passages of the talented, young duo.

"This is absolutely despicable. I mean, this is fucking Wrestlemania for Christ's sake! You'd think that the restrooms would be more up to par than this," Jason commented sourly, his alert nose wrinkling in disgust.

Adam simply just couldn't contain himself as he outright chuckled at his friend's obvious dismay. Although he didn't openly admit it, secretly he couldn't help but come to an agreement with him, pertaining to the dismal conditions of the public bathroom.

Regardless, Mr. Reso strolled forward to the deteriorated porcelain edifice of one of the bathroom sinks, doing his very best to ignore the blatantly sickening, squishing noises accumulating with every step that he dared to take along with his buddy's bemused laughter. After setting his golden prize upon the decrepit ground, his long fingers wound themselves purposefully around a loosely bolted, silver knob protruding from the level basin as a streaming jet of refreshingly cool water ejected from the gaping maw of the faucet once the rounded handle had been turned. The dire blonde let the clear, invigorating liquid surge out from the curved, tubical opening momentarily before placing his hands together, curling his thin protrusions inward along with his slightly calloused palms, creating an irregular bowl effect. Jason then bent low, his exiguously-clad torso just barely hovering above the draining receptacle as the chilling stream of water lapped at his greedy, offering hands. Clumps of hair that failed to remain stationary behind the barrier of his broad shoulders and on his toned back flopped into the circular opening like stringy, brightly colored seaweed. Once the revitalizing necessity pooled plentifully within the makeshift, concave terminal, two intricate folds of human epidermis fluttered to a close, concealing dark, bronze pigmented orbs, as the athletic male raised his cupped hands to his relaxed features. He enticingly brought the contained puddle to him as the tip of his chiseled nose finally broke the facade as the remainder of the solution splashed all over his face. Gravity did its best to seize the excess fluid as it swirled mesmorizingly around the gently elevated outlet before disappearing into an entanglement of pipes buried in the underworld.

Adam slumped his back against the fragile fortress of a bathroom stall as the rectangular compound did its best to properly support the slight incursion of his mass. He carefully observed the pliable form of his long term companion as nimble, saturated hands conquered the repetitive performance additionally as elaborate, green eyes could see scrawled rivulets trickling down along the perimeter of his forearms. A thin sliver of breathable, black mesh material clung deliciously to a tempting, invitational midsection as an increasingly moistened palate flourished hungrily behind a boundary of beautifully produced, pearly whites. The simmering, uninvited gaze of the stimulating, yet controversial, man deftly skimmed lower over the protruding lump of backside belonging to the unknowingly vulnerable individual. A scalding blast plagued the peeping spectator's abdominal region as a rush of vital blood made its decent through his complex vascular system and past the elastic band riding suggestively low on his waist. A moist, sultry appendage lashed out beyond the organized rows of enamel integuments as it traced the contour of an arched, upper lip, leaving behind a trail of salivatory desire.

Deep, maple irises blankly casted their temporarily innocuous stare from the speckled screen of the crooked looking glass back at the actual rich, corporeal pair. Transparent droplets teetered fearlessly on the rounded tip of his sensitive nose as an ambiguous, outstretched hand hastily wiped away the prior inhabiting, hydrogenated oxygen particles. His eyelids fluttered shut conspicuously, shielding his captivating orbs for a split second as a drawn-out sigh audibly exited from his healthily functioning, respirative organs.

"Ah, man, I needed that. I can't wait until we get out of this dump and head back to the hotel," Jason mentioned longingly as he suddenly recognized the uncomfortably familiar surroundings of the dingy lavatory.

An unnatural silence fell upon Adam's elaborately styled being like an imposing obtrusion of a suffocating blanket. The enlarged, throbbing bulge stationed at the notch of his toned thigh muscles rubbed almost painfully against the confining elements of his bright green wrestling tights, downright begging to be immediately extricated. His mesmerizing eyes took on an incredulous, darker tint as the impacting blonde heatedly watched the finely netted, sheathed back of the unsuspecting male.

"Quite frankly, Jason, I don't think that I can wait that long," he said at last in a dripping, husky voice.

The meticulous character stationed at the cleansing receptacle turned around quizzically as the peculiar, diabolical declaration registered within a calcium phosphate-armored cerebrum. The bewildering aura illuminating from the demeanor of his trusted ally profoundly baffled Jason as he earnestly tried to a decipher an exact hypothesis that would initially conclude the superstar's unclear behavior. A light brown eyebrow raised due to the man's distinct confusion while his contemplative expression bore stilly, contrasting greatly against his dashing canvas of a face. Tawny-splashed eyes quivered as his perception traveled south, the empty void of his pupils dilating wildly upon envisioning the endearing sight of his mentor's hurriedly enlarging erection having difficulty remaining harnessed within his vibrant pants. His yearning mouth watered illiberally as he desperately struggled to choke back an electrified moan. However, his excited, enthralling fascination reluctantly yielded to a fleetly bitter, yet mentally rational, wave of alarm as it sensibly drenched him to the bone.

"Adam, we could easily get caught! There are over nineteen thousand people in this stadium and some of them might have to make an emergency trip down here at any minute! Besides, doing something like that, especially in here of all places, isn't exactly, you know, sanitary," he argued as reasonably as he could provide.

The taller, athletic, fighting professional flippantly cocked his head to the side as he scoffed at the other's overcautious trepidations, perhaps a bit louder than even he would have originally preferred.

"Over nineteen thousand asses are glued into seats right now and no one in their right mind would want to miss a bit of action going on out there even if their very lives depended on it. Now, if you want it, you better come and get it," the svelte blonde openly indicated, smirking devilishly.

"You bastard," Jason muttered playfully, laughing a little as he nevertheless stalked obediently toward the indefinitely aroused, silky-haired god.

The generally cocky individual gingerly placed his coveted title on the evenly-paved earth as his illicitly-twinged eyes enrapturedly secured their focus on the gleaming twosome of visionary implements only mere inches away. The minute, fishnet-like, sleeveless shirt fittingly sporting itself on Reso's laboriously trained torso plunged just out of perception as instead, explorational fingers skimmed a flexible band wounding around his confidential lover's waist. A quintuplet of tendon-cased spindles adroitly coaxed the enveloped, stiffening member as a small area of moisture blossomed through the cumbersome material. The acutely-fondled, Canadian wrestler gritted his orderly-aligned teeth at the nearly tormenting contact while inhaling deeply through the varnished tablets, hissing shrilly.

A satisfied smile smugly situated itself on Jason's lush, eager lips as his envoy's frustrated, animalistic snarls overwhelmed his auditory senses. He could easily distinguish that the young man was clearly, although miserably, resisting pleasure, but this slight, perhaps absent-minded, refusal of acceptance wasn't going to deter his will any.

Flattened, extended fingers deftly slithered upside the thin, green patch of polyester as the ends of the probing projections nuzzled the hilt of the form-fitting tights. The rounded, curling segments vigorously broke through the malleable hindrance as the largely charismatic half of the World Tag Team Champions expertly yanked the colorful, stretchable leggings, adjoined by a dark pair of underwear, as far down as the garments would obligingly permit. The defeated articles billowed over the lofts of Adam's ornate, mid-calf length boots as a gasp escaped from him softly, his mildly oozing extension irrevocably freed from its tightening, fabricated prison at long last.

"Mmm. My, what do we have here?" Jason questioned erotically, all cautionary doubts left in the dust as the glorious discovery of the feisty wrestler's engorged shaft stampeded across the grassy plains of his preoccupied, lust-clouded vision.

A sculpturally-detailed mandible deliberately parted ajar as the lingering humidity residing within the persevering blonde's exposed, gaping maw seductively encompassed the protracted, solidifying prick. His observant ears collected a ragged muffle of disarray as the elating distraction physically re-enforced him to urge onward. Blood-flushed cheeks compressed manually as the hot, hungry mouth surely tended to the delicate and urgently needy organ. The universally designed character sucked on the hardened unit expertly, his intellectually-contained cranium bobbing up and down on the base of his long neck in a steady, perpetual rhythm.

The storyline-named identity, "Edge", tilted his brilliant head back at an angle passionately as his golden-tressed skull grazed against the chilling, solid structure of the disreputably fastened sheet of a bathroom stall door. His bare, conductively glinting chest fluctuated erratically as a thin layer of perspiration kissed the bridge of his wavering brow. He tried fruitlessly to seize and latch a secure hold onto a remotely sturdy surface in the yonder fear that his acceleratedly numbing, tingling legs would give way to his own weight. Instead, his meandering fingers sought and then burrowed themselves in the rooted, entangled, butter-splashed mop positioned within a diagonally bent arm's reach as he hazily managed to support himself.

Jason's polished, oaken-saturated, twin set of eyes widened at first in surprise at the seemingly discourteous action. An unbroken second whizzed by as the radiant features contracted and relaxed as his willing, greedy orifice labored dutifully away on the targeted, well-endowed manhood. He pressurably pumped his heavily salivating, tooth-filled opening furiously on his partner's rigid cock, mentally coercing himself to carefully take in more of the man's noticeably purpling arousal. His puckered lips steadily engulfed the veiny protrusion before pulling back agonizingly slow, evoking a low groan from the towering individual. Jason turned his head slightly to the right as a skilled, sopping-wet tongue lashed out, the unrelenting appendage savagely lapping the extent of the vital, throbbing organ. His misted gaze tranquilly read the ecstatic, scrunched countenance hovering above him, just out of his grasp, while the youth's own rapidly growing erection started to accumulate within his ebony wrestling pants.

Adam Copeland let a loud, rapturous cry flee him as he felt the other man's moist talent enthusiastically trail along his immensely stimulated length, pushing the envelope a little as the searing-hot tongue tantalizingly swirled about the rounded, darkening tip. A rumbling, seismic build started to burn behind his pelvis as strong hands viciously drew the blonde mane away from his palpitating groin in a grand attempt to refrain from an unwanted, immediate orgasm. A vigorous "pop" shattered the profound intimacy of the realm as the instantaneously startled character gingerly backed away on the grungy tiles in a mockingly submissive fashion, respecting his colleague and guaranteed him some personal, recuperating space.

The stark ensemble of the inconsiderably taller athlete fumbled clumsily on the ceramic-coated ground, quite contradictive from his usually balanced posture. A quavering, left hand rested on his pounding temples, the slick film residing there ensnaring his actively keen central nervous system. The other one sluggishly retreated to his momentarily recovering, extremely sensitive dick, his balled, clenched fist habitually gliding over the circumference of the provoked length. He lazily studied his illustrious, beautiful companion, whose being appeared to be caught slightly off guard, through shimmering, approving, green-speckled orbs.

"Oh my God, Jay. You are too fucking good at that," Adam admired breathlessly.

A glossy, ivory crescent spread wholly from behind a penetrable curtain of irregularly sprinkled, yellow locks. To his complete understanding, Jason had never recalled noting his associate in such a physically depleted state prior to even engaging in sexual intercourse before. Adrenaline spiked throughout his sportily-endured body, causing his heart to hammer and thunder avidly like medieval war drums, the song chaotically playing behind the security of his ribcage. His bronze-colored spectacles shone dazzlingly in the dank conditions upon comprehending that he had performed astonishingly well.

"Now, come bring that sweet ass of yours over here to Daddy," the more assertive of the pair growled provocatively.

Powerful, black spandex-enshrouded legs advanced forward across the layout of deteriorated, fragile slates as the World Wrestling Federation's molded persona, Christian, conscientiously halted a mere several inches from the aggressively dominative figure. His intrigued, adoring expression positively thrilled the egotistical superstar to no known end as Adam coolly lured in his scrumptious prey. A ravenous mouth captured and controlled the beckoning outline of supple lips as an avaricious appendage plowed through the tissued barrier with great ease. Explorational tongues mingled amatorially, compellingly swapping and exchanging each others' unique taste in a state of heightened ecstasy. Adam's right hand promptly released its routine grip from the base of his twitching cock as it appealingly traced up the snug, transparent front of his dearest's sleeveless, meshed shirt. Their pink-hued slits tangoed vivaciously in a harmonious sync while persistent, tactile members discovered a divine nipple. The interminable Canadian teasingly toyed with the protuberance, a tousled grunt of gratification erupting from the core of his best friend which was only all the more enthralling to him.

The starving, actively engaged maws crashing together recurrently immediately ceased their erotic advances as Adam pulled  away from the fiery, sensual kiss. The inconsequentially shorter male started to softly whimper pathetically from the abrupt removal of the romantically close feeling. The inciting gesture was still innocently childish and cute, perhaps one of the numerous attributes that the saucy blonde indefinitely adored about the generally reserved man. Regardless, the psychologically-manipulating wrestler tenderly raised a rough index finger to the moistened cushion of Jason's mildly puckered, pouted lips. The sexually objectionable vice of the Seven Deadly Sins practically seeped from the controversial wrestler's tear ducts as lush, green eyes bore intensely into a darker, tanned set belonging to the oppositely statured, humble gentleman.

"Get down on your knees, babe," Adam covertly demanded.

The distracted, spontaneous sports figure hesitated briefly, having to strictly reprimand himself to continue forth with the obscene request. The genuine mortal languidly lowered his nimble being to the exceptionally unwelcoming presentation of the contaminated restroom floor, his stable kneecaps residing on the disagreeable, ceramic covering. He sequentially leaned his toned build forward until Sir Issac Newton's law caught him as his toughened palms greeted the awkwardly paved surface, advertising himself to his dexterous consort like an amenable prostitute.

"Pull your pants down for me. Show me just how much that you want me, Jason."

His highly-situated jowls flushed unrestrainedly as he doubtlessly complied, a blistering occurrence laving at the nape of his sturdy neck as his inquisitive fingers delved around the springy brim of his onyx pants. The investigative extremities empathetically snagged the inconvenient attire as it vividly shirked over a rotund, meaty obstacle. Binary obelisks of flesh-bandaged spindles braced through the soft, pliant cluster bordering charming facades of sleek, alabaster teeth. Speedily pooling saliva devoured the invasive digits while a feverous, slippery extension advocated the index and middle fingers zealously.

After lubricating the immensely functional appendages in an aimless, yet gratifying, mannerism, the punctilious spirit expunged the oleaginously-coated, linear spans from his doused palate, a nimiety of spittle meandering along the trail of his forearm, distributing a sticky residue in its aftermath. Jason principally swung his partly saturated hand toward his interwoven, fabricated, lower back while prying his exposed thighs apart to the best of his physical ability in their strangling, fibered confinement. A provident duo of closely anointed fingertips suspended uncertainly over the alluring, pursed opening before heedfully inserting the segments into the taut hole. A strident, muffled clamor departed the refuge of tediously respirating lungs as the jaunty celebrity started to drive his capable fingers spryly in his delectably tight ass. His unwavering efforts grew more impelling in velocity as the terminal members pumped, coinciding with the beat of his quickening pulse, as he scantly scissored his lightly amplifying rectum. Jason's vacant, quiescent hand dove nefariously into his pelvic region as his fist enclosed around the disturbed, neglected length, his left phalange promptly working on the sensitive shaft.

"Oh, Adam! Fuck me, please!" the exhibiting partner beseeched dearly.

A lethally wry smile scoped widely at the utterance of those resplendent words. An uprising, unfathomable craving squeezed the exoteric of his stomach like the merciless coils of a voracious python as his ebony work boots trudged forward a little on the wretched ground, the sturdy soles resonating distinctly against the slimy surface. The bewitching envisionment of the future luminary's heavenly, flaunted derriere overwhelmed the pompous male's primary senses as a gallant, easterly hand triggered out and fixedly cupped a plush, appetizing cheek. Puerile, green oculars inspected thoughtfully at the unweariedly operative fingers before the protrusions hastily withdrew from the immoral, tissued entrance.

Without former address, an unseen, solid, tyrannizing mitt brutally smacked the intended mound of Jason's enchanting posterior as he suddenly faltered at the vicious retort, exclaiming fiercely. The emerging star could specifically acknowledge the foreboding presence of the dictating man crouch down low to match his maladroitly-stationed level, his subservient shadow looming protectively over his admitting, sprawled form. The educing warmth radiating from the conceited wrestler's substantial body bulldozed the propagatingly impatient Reso while a cushy, yet rigid, orbicular tip of an obscured penis grazed provokingly against his receptive opening. A chorus of hidden, nimble fingers analytically combed the negligible depression on the small of his back as the effusive athlete squirmed helplessly in place, a cumulative shiver cascading southbound along his precious spinal cord.

"Is this what you want? Hmm?" Adam purred libidinously, thoroughly relishing the effects of his administered, bittersweet torment upon his mystical lover.

An epidermis-shielded esophagus contracted hard as Jason directly discontinued treading his duteous hand on his quite prepared cock and planted the elevated extremity upon the endless, gritty sea of plates, doing all that he physically could to anticipate what was about to transpire in the squalid alleviating facility. The proficient athlete wickedly answered those bane inquiries by instantaneously leaning his succulent hindquarters onto the crown of the alert organ.

Mr. Copeland grinned mischievously at the sassy expression as he brought a devoid, crinkled palm to his knitted lips as a momentous onslaught of an aqueous substance billowed into the applicable, procuring hand. Once a balmy, gooey plashet had been fully achieved in the expedient hollow, the antagonistic, judicious male sent the brimming supplement to his deprived, aching shaft. He fastidiously greased up the straightforward, desiring member before positioning it at the gaping base of his soul mate's entryway. Adam retained his breath within his capacious throat for a brusque juncture as he then advanced vanward, burrowing his starved penis inside of the tense passage inch by wonderfully exquisite inch.

The angled, inheriting male strained at the encounter of the avid breadth assaulting him as sharp, jagged particles of porcelain and soil embedded themselves into the winding canyons of his extraordinarily imprinted, supine supports. He concentrated on accommodating to the regulation of the propelling handle as it continued to tunnel deeper into him still.

The consecrated sportsman savored those remarkable, crucial moments as creased, snowy-skinned folds dropped startlingly, cloaking his persuading, luminous orbs as he slanted his noble skull, his boundless, dirty-blonde plumage creeping along the median of his back like a thriving, golden shower. He wobbled scarcely on the uncouth structures of bulbous kneecaps while tenderly rocking his moderate size on the grievous platform, acquiring a tolerable regularity.

"Holy shit, you're so fucking tight, Jay," Adam conveyed, ultimately in awe.

A searing, invisible current soaked the winsome entity as furrowed, subtly vexed features transformed a vivid, ruddy hue. Jason's opaquely-outfitted, upper torso nearly scraped the defiled ground inadequately sustaining his gymnast frame as he hoisted his nice bottom high in the chilling, ventilated air. The lucky youth lustfully coordinated with the steadfast movements that his willing collaborator unyieldingly provided as the alias, Christian, began to grind delightfully in return on the cylindrical, padded pole.

Noting that his career-savvy twin had uncomplicatedly absorbed his imperative length and was pressing onto him, mutely demanding more, the undisputed master locked his insatiable hands onto the passive gentleman's shapely hips, firmly gripping the limber, Caucasion flesh, as he relentlessly drilled into his ecstatic follower. The resonation of sticky, adrenal-profusing bodies slapping simultaneously in sublime unity deflected throughout the dank proximity of the public restroom. As the prevailing individual ruthlessly plowed into the astoundingly snug abyss, the beclouding head capping his adamant, cognizant tool brushed against the reticent man's secluded prostate gland, broadcasting a violent jolt of agony throughout his sophisticated system of nerve endings. The unlimited fields populating Adam's exclusively complex mind hazed over as he aspired to regroup before persevering furthermore with his insatiable appetite. However, as speedily as the guttural perception had solely vanquished him, an appeasing, congenial titillation showered him as the definitive superstar reconciled to dutifully strike the pleasant spot again.

Sleek, pristine, amber eyes augmented fabulously as the inexorable elongation slammed barbarically against his sweet, classified site, transmitting a bone-jarring fulmination of misery to rocket through his agile anatomy. Jason yelped out in distress, mournfully howling at the reproductive protraction bashing at his prostatic mass of cells as he gravely struggled to grow accustomed to the harassing sentiment. In spite of his credible discomfort, an ingenuous, greeting tide of gratification subjugated him altogether, the alien offense stirring an unfathomable, increased proclivity within the thundering heart of the worthy competitor's treasured soul. A hampering, slick veil of perspiration clung stubbornly onto the impressionable character's handsome face while an inconspicuous, scalding, phantom hand crushed his abdominal area maliciously. A roaring surge of a massive, unstoppable conductivity viciously shredded his valuable insides like a frothing, rabidly contagious Doberman, commanding the young man to discharge his priceless seed. A polished, sturdy incisor sank severely into a trembling, juicy pillow of a chapped, low-set lip as Jason tried to tenure the powerful feeling at bay, although failing deplorably.

"Oh, Adam! Fuck! I'm, I'm gonna-!" the divine blond stammered uncontrollably.

Apprehending the positively extreme dilemma that inhumanly persecuted his lascivious lover, the self-assured dignitary consciously escalated the legerity of his inducing thrusts, tirelessly encouraging his ravishing, everlasting friend to release his magnifying burden.

"That's it, baby! Go ahead and come for me!"

The benevolent consent fell on suppressed, madly pounding eardrums as the modest professional egregiously obliged, a berserk convulsion oddly contorting his voluptuous shape as a torrid, viscous spray spewed out of his grateful, exhausted organ while ricocheting off of the spacious, ceramic deck and splattering onto his faintly-cloaked chest. Capricious, ragged animations throttled from his depleted person as his strained, weary lungs struggled to intake consumable oxygen in the hapless atmosphere.

An army of sharpened fingernails cruelly pierced into the smooth, ivory hills of his unrevealed boyfriend's entrancing haunches as the violated channel precisely strangled his imploring member. A huge, turbulent tremor incorporated within Copeland, resulting in him compellingly spilling accurately fired, roped globs of semen rooting deep inside of the fraudulent womb. An unofficially declared eternity loitered in the foggy aspect of reality as Adam's used, spent cock conclusively softened. The fatigued wrestler gingerly pried his manicured talons out of the well-proportioned curvatures while scrupulously removing his slack penis out of the incarceration of his historical partner's luscious behind.

After being rightly liberated, Jason Reso slumped defeatedly to the dreary ground before rolling the majority of his profound weight onto a stinging, left side. Lanky, polyester-enshrouded, bottommost limbs buckled inward to a precipitately soaring and plummeting stomach, imitating a pitiful fetal position as his beloved's valuable spunk unhurriedly trickled out of the tender, breached hole. An inveigled, immensely soothing figure met the activated pair of glistening, toffee-colored, visionary sphericals as a compassionately sincere mouth molded perfectly together with the humble, blossoming Canadian's own tissued puckerings as the elated male shared an intoxicating, passionate kiss with his one, true love.

Meanwhile, staggering, hitched movements resounded foreignly against the unforgiving layout of linoleum plates littering the concealed backstage area of the Californian stadium. An exposed, slender chest heaved spasmodically as rattled, uneven breaths poured out into the seemingly isolated environment. A lengthy, rainbow-dyed anomaly adorning the lightly battered skull of Jeff Hardy swung ceremoniously in the non-existent breeze like a blazoned, multi-colored flag. He tersely reprimanded himself to continue forth as his apparently wounded frame treaded clumsily over the polished path strewn beneath his sneaker-clad feet. It became vaguely obvious to the flexible youth that perhaps taking a death-defying plunge off of the apex of a twenty foot, steel ladder more than likely wasn't such a hot idea. As his troubled mind continued to linger upon the past conducted matter, he concluded notably that the action most definitely inflicted more damage upon himself rather than his intended target, the infamous Bubba Ray Dudley.

A constricting, narrow corridor loomed inauspiciously ahead as the enigmatic wrestler lumbered down the nearly asthmatic passageway, his temples throbbing in perfect harmony with the sharp, clattering retort of his footsteps on the hard surface. The frozen countenances of discarded, previous talent and the promising, settled, new future glowered at the unique individual from vertically-aligned frames as the thrill seeking superstar retreated uncharacteristically from the vast combination of glittering teeth and menacing scowls. His eyes burned savagely in their secured, protective sockets as he rounded past a precariously crafted corner awkwardly thrusted outward and invading what little available space remained. The only task that the man readily focused on for the time being was finding an accessible restroom so that he could wash away the thin film of perspiration vexatiously encasing his rather tasteful, currently untidied face.

A small stretch of an aisle beckoningly teased the vivid consciousness of the illustrious soul as melancholy silhouettes of shoddily decorated doors flourished in randomly scattered locations within the quaint vicinity. A metallic slab of particular locality and construction captured Jeff's rapt attention as his mysterious optical organs swept over the questionable exterior of the partial rotary sheet. A large intake of oxygen caused his chest to expand dramatically as he caught and held the single respiration in his throat for a brief moment in the spacetime continuum before releasing it choppily through the crevice of his parted lips. A minimally-sculpted, right arm extended languidly toward the level complexion of the nonchalantly inviting door as the young man effortlessly pushed it open and stepped inside.