Rock was torn between annoyance at the cat like sounds coming from the man draped across him and sheer bliss at the tingles of arousal spreading through his body. He watched, almost in fascination as a warm, wet tongue flicked out to tease at his already hardened nipples before returning to lap slowly at his gleaming chest.

"Do you have to make that sound?"

It was asked with a note of tenderness. After all the goal wasn't to stop his young lover… merely to silence him.

The dark head rose up slowly, his eyes...so impossibly bright...gleaming with mischief.

"I can't help myself. You taste so damn good cupcake."

A momentary tightening of his features was the only hint that Rock was irritated.

"How many times have I asked you NOT to call me that?" he sighed.

A warm hand joined his searching mouth in exploration of the larger man's satin smooth skin. "I know," he murmured apologetically. "But I can't help it. You're just so....yummy."

"Oh for God's sake," Rock moaned. "Yummy? Jesus Randy...haven't I taught you anything?"

Rock could feel a low vibration traveling through his fingers where his hands lay against the sweat dampened skin of Randy's back.

He was laughing.

"Oh you've taught me plenty. Some of it even about wrestling."

Rock tried to fight it...but when it came to Randy and his totally disarming and totally aggravating good nature... he never seemed to have a choice.

He joined in the laughter even as his own hand stroked the dark head now resting against his chest.

"I don't suppose this is what Vince had in mind when he asked me to work with you."

"I doubt it," Randy replied with an audible and contented sigh. "But he's been complimenting me on my upbeat attitude lately. Maybe I should let him in on my delicious secret?"

Their eyes met once more. Randy's dancing and playful, Rock's slightly narrowed with displeasure.

"Are you ever serious?"

Randy shifted his weight so that he was lying completely on top of Rock.

"Absolutely. In fact, I'm seriously considering having my way you."

As he gazed down into his lover's deep brown eyes, he raised his own eyebrow in a very comical leer. "What do you say... cupcake?"

He was inches away from claiming Rock's lips in a burning kiss when he was stopped by two fingers placed none too carefully against his own hungry mouth.

"Only if you promise to knock off the cupcake stuff."

Randy smiled and kissed the fingers gently. Then he lowered his head to within centimeters of Rock's.

His lips brushed maddeningly against his lover's forcing him to raise his head just slightly to meet their sweet pressure.

"Whatever you say....."

Then he silenced him so effectively that Rock wasn't at all sure he heard the next words or not.

"Pumpkin."