"You like that, don't you?" His voice rasped against my ear, loud enough for me to hear him, but low enough that no one else would. We were in some dark hallway in the arena, in one of the areas they weren't using. The locker room was close enough that I could hear the other guys talking when the doors swung open. Right now, I didn't give a damn about them.

I was pinned against the wall, my pants around my ankles, with his cock buried in my ass. His fingers were tickling the skin on my hips, making me shiver. I loved to be tickled, loved the feeling of being out of control, never knowing where someone would prod my skin next. Besides, when he was inside me, and his fingers were ghosting over my stomach or hips, I know that my muscles would contract, tightening around him. He always told me that my ass was better than pussy, cuz I had better muscle control.

I laugh when I think of that, and that's why he asked me if I liked what he was doing. I don't say anything, just nod, afraid that if I speak, I'll break the magic of the moment. Sneaking around is fun, especially considering the consequences if we get caught. His hand leaves my hip and slides down to wrap around my cock. He's still pounding my ass with hard, short strokes. His cock isn't as big as mine, but it's just long enough to pop my spot every time he moves inside me.

It's up to me to support us both, cuz he's holding on to my hip with one hand and jerking me off with the other. I can feel his teeth on the back of my neck, and I think for a second that I should remind him not to leave a mark, but I don't. I can't, cuz right now, he's grinding into me so hard that his pubes are tickling me, too. He knows I love that, love the way he moves in me. We don't get a chance to fuck often, cuz he's…involved with someone else.

Someone who pretends to worship the ground he fucking walks on, while he pretends to believe it. See, we both figured out about Raven's new playmate a long time ago - right after we started screwing around with each other. Raven was all good to me and shit, taking me under his wing…that's funny, ain't it? The bird took me under his wing. I traveled with them, slept in the other bed while they tried to be quiet during sex.

I even invited both of them to my house for a couple days of rest and relaxation. That's when me and Justin started fucking. A few weeks before that we found out Raven had started sneaking around with Stevie. Like we was too stupid to figure it out. Yeah, whatever birdbrain. Don't matter now. Your loss is my gain, I'd say.

I'm trying not to think too much, just enjoy the feeling of Justin being buried in my ass, jerking my cock better than I ever have, waiting till he tells me to cum for him. Usually we don't go this far, not at the arena, but for some reason both of us were real worked up tonight and the usual blow job in the shower wasn't gonna cut it. I think we've sucked each other off in almost ever part of the arena at one time or other.

I'm almost there. I can feel that tingle in my stomach, and I know that in a second, I'm gonna shoot a load all over his fucking hand and the wall. Then he slows down. I look back over my shoulder and see him looking down the hallway. I hear it then…Raven's voice. He's frozen, not moving a muscle, and I look at him as best I can and tell him he better not fucking stop now.

There's that smile of his. If you've never seen Justin smile, then you don't know what you're missing. He shrugs and kisses my cheek, then slams into me so hard I hit the wall. Besides, even if Raven walked down here, he couldn't see us. We're behind a huge crate, fucking like crazy, and I wouldn't care if God himself came up behind us right now, cuz I wouldn't stop for nothing. I'm too close now, and I know he is too.

He bites into my shoulder to keep from making any noise as his cock explodes inside me. I know I'm bleeding, but I don't give a damn. I like it. Yeah, everything you've heard about me is true…I'm a pain junkie. I came right after he did, biting my lip to keep quiet. Raven's voice is getting closer, but we don't move. We stand there for a minute, waiting for his cock to go down so he can pull out. When he does, I turn around and take his hand, pulling it up to my mouth.

He smiles and we lick it clean together, our tongues touching every now and then, then he kisses me hard. We're pulling up our pants, staying close to the wall so no one sees us, when we hear someone stop on the other side of the crate. Stevie says something about moving into the corner so no one can see, and Raven hushes him, telling him it's more exciting that way.

We're trying not to laugh, listening to Stevie whine like a little girl. Justin's face is so red he looks like he's gonna bust any second. Even the top of his head is red. I can't take it any more, and I start laughing like crazy. Stevie gasps from the other side of the crate and we both take a deep breath, knowing what was coming. Raven stuck his head around the corner and stared at us.

He asked what the fuck we were doing, and we just laughed harder. He's yelling at both of us, calling us all kinds of names and shit. Like he has any room to talk. Finally, Stevie walks over, his pants sagging at his knees and tries to calm Raven down. Justin tells him that he ain't got no fucking room to talk about what we were doing while he's trying to do the same thing.

Raven got up in his face, calling him ungrateful, calling me a slut, the whole bit. I just laughed and told him that he didn't have no room to talk. Justin punched him in the face and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the hall. When we were walking back to the locker room, I looked at Justin and realized something. I loved him. Not because of the killer sex, cuz that was just icing on the cake. I loved him because he understood that love meant something other than just sex.

I smiled at him and he started laughing. We didn't say nothing else, just went and got ready for our matches. We knew we were gonna have to figure something out to do about Raven, but right now, we were too hyped up to worry about it. Maybe one a these days, I'd tell him how I felt. But for now, I'm just gonna be glad that even genius birdbrains could be dumbfucks sometimes. Like I said, his loss, my gain.