He stomped thru the backstage area heading for the showers. He could tell that his eye was quickly swelling shut and the Novocain was quickly wearing off leaving a dull ache to begin to form… it was doing nothing for the raging hard on that was making his already too small trunks even smaller.

As he walked the hall he heard people speaking to him, asking how he was doing, chuckling at the injury, but he just grunted back. All he wanted was some time alone with himself. Shoving the locker room door open he ignored the sound as it banged against the wall and went to his things setting down on the bench. Leaning forward he rested his head in his hands concentrating on the pain, the beautiful erotic pain and let his hand slip down to move slowly over himself. Easily he blocked out everything else as his breathing became ragged and it became difficult to keep his eyes open. "You need some help with that?"

Slowly he lifted his head and looked up to see Chris Benoit looking down at him with that intense look on his face. He remembered Chris coming into the trainers room before they started stitching him up, but hadn't really paid him any attention too focused on remembering what the pain felt like for later when he could enjoy it without the annoying doctor chattering in his ear. He didn't know much about the Canadian except that he was friends with Jay. He'd always wondered though what was behind the hard exterior of the ever quiet man. "Maybe, whatcha lookin' to offer?"

Travis closed his eyes and growled softly then felt another hand push his aside before it continued the slow stroke. "Anything you want. Just tell me what it feels like." Slowly Travis' hazel eyes opened and finally took in the other man's excited state. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering his body and his eyes were half closed as if he was remembering a time when he were the one experiencing it. "You know what it feels like," Travis' deep voice rumbled softly as he stood slowly and backed the other man up until his back was against the opposite wall. "But that isn't enough is it? It isn't enough to know and not be able to feel yourself."

"Damn you," Chris cursed and Travis chuckled softly before swooping his head down to capture Chris' lips. Easily his hands wrapped around Chris' arms squeezing as he pressed his body against the other man's grinding his raging hard on into him letting him know just how much the pain had effected him. "If you want to help you'll let me fuck you hard." When Chris just moaned softly Travis pushed down the spandex separating him from that haven he was aching for and turning the smaller man shoved his head against the wall.

Growling he looked around for something to use for lube and spotted some baby oil sitting on a nearby bench. Grabbing the bottle he quickly covered his fingers on one hand shoving Chris' face back into the wall when he pulled it back before shoving his fingers into Chris, V-ing them to prepare the man for his length. "Fuck," Chris whimpered and Travis chuckled softly in his ear making goose bumps appear on Chris' arms. "That's what I was plannin' on doin', darlin'." Chris shivered as his hands balled into fists and when Travis pulled out his fingers Chris whimpered again anticipating what was coming next. "Hard… please," Chris begged softly and Travis just laughed as he shoved himself into the other man moaning when he heard the cry of pain. "Oh God yes."

Travis paused a moment to let the other man stretch himself to fit Travis' hard length and as he waited leaned in and sank his teeth into the skin on the crook of the man's neck. "Oh my God," Chris moaned again, but when Travis started moving speech became impossible with the exception of the occasional cry of "harder"… and "more". Reaching around Chris' body Travis wrapped a large hand around Chris' erection pumping in a jerking motion making the man's moans of pleasure grow even louder.

"Fuck… Trav… please… Oh God," Was all that was able to be understood when Chris' time came before him, splattering his seed all over the wall and his own chest. Reaching up he caught Travis' face pressing a thumb into the new wound and as Travis cried out in pain his balls tightened before he finally came himself.

Trying to catch his breath Travis wrapped his arm around Benoit's waist pulling him closer before pulling from his body. Sighing contented Travis crossed the room and sat back down on the bench wiping himself off with one of his towels before throwing it at Chris who had come over to look down at him quietly.

Travis dressed and packed his things up in his bag then turned to see Chris still watching him. Travis tried to read the expression on the wolverine's face, but as always he had his mask in place making it impossible. "Maybe we can… do that again sometime?" Chris finally asked hanging his head and Travis couldn't help but smile softly. "Tell ya what," the big bald man said putting a finger under Chris' chin and lifting his head so that their eyes met. "Why don't you get dressed and we can discuss it… later… much later… definitely after I've fucked you again. And this time we use my… toys." Chris' eyes lit up and quickly he hurried to throw on his own clothes. As Travis watched him dress he wondered if he would be the only one with stitches come morning.

The End