"Hey yo! Kev, Chico, where are you?" Scott Hall called as he walked into the house of his longtime best friend, Kevin Nash.

"I'm in the bedroom, Scotty!" Kevin called back, sounding weak.

"I brought you some medicine, some juice, and some soup, Chico." Scott said as he walked into Kevin's bedroom, looking in the bags as he walked. Most people would have to look where they were going to keep from tripping or stumbling over something, but not Scott. He knew Kevin almost as well as he knew himself. Good old predictable Kevin. He never moved anything, never changed what he liked, never changed how he dressed, never changed anything. Hell, Scott thought to himself, as miserable as he was during the end of his marriage, he probably wouldn't have gotten a divorce, if Tam hadn't left him. Hell, it had taken almost all their friends to get Kev to move down here to Florida instead of staying up North. The only reason they had been able to succeed even then was because Tam had gotten the house in the divorce.

"God, Scotty, you're a lifesaver." Kevin told Scott, reaching for medicine Scott was holding out for him. He held out a hand which Scotty immediately put an opened bottle of Orange Juice in for him to take the pills with. As Kevin took the pills, he noticed Scott was getting his soup out of the bag it was in and opening the plastic spoon the Chinese place up the street had given him with the bowl of soup. He had no sooner taken the bottle away from his lips when Scott was holding the soup and spoon out to him. As he sat up to take the Wanton Soup from Scott, the room began to spin on him and he felt severely dizzy.

"Chico, you alright?" Scotty asked, concerned by the way Kevin had just lurched backwards. Evidently Kevin was feeling worse than he had led him to believe. Okay, Scott thought to himself, first things first, check the temperature. Scott walked over to Kevin's bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom to grab the thermomoter from the medicine cabinet. Striding back to the bed, he began to shake it.

"Scotty, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I just need to sleep. I'll give you a call tomorrow or something, okay?" Kevin told him, trying to defuse Scott's worry. Scott could be such a mother hen sometimes. Guess that's what you get for having a best friend that may as well be a doctor, as well as a professional wrestler.

"Come on, Kev. You know better. Let me take your temperature, and then we'll see what needs to be done next." Scott told him as he gently pried his jaw down to stick the thermomoter in Kevin's mouth.

"Well, damn, Scott, you want to stick something in my mouth, I can think of better things." Kevin joked before turning a bright shade of red. Embarrassment throbbed through Kevin as he realized what he had just said to Scott. Maybe he'll take it as a bad joke Kevin thought to himself hopefully.

Scott looked down at Kevin in absolute shock. At first, he was going to take it as a bad joke, but then he noticed the telltale signs of Kevin's embarrassment, aka the bright red color he had just become. Finally, Scott decided to just pretend he hadn't heard Kevin and worry about what he said later.

"Okay, Chico, temperature is 103. Time to get you under those covers so you can sweat it out." Scott told him as he started pulling covers up over the larger man.

"Fine, I can handle it, Scotty, just go on home or something." Kevin muttered grumpily, tiredly pulling the covers up over him before falling instantaneously into a fretful slumber.

*three hours later*

"So cold. Why is it so cold?" Kevin mumbled to himself without even opening his eyes.

"Your temperature has probably spiked, Chico." Scott mumbled in sleepy response from where he had been dozing in the rocking chair he had dragged into the room.

Startled by Scott's voice, but somehow unsurprised by his presence, Kevin turned a glazed, fever bright pair of eyes in that direction. He couldn't see Scott, but he was sure that was who it was. "Funny, I probably wouldn't recognize anyone else right now, but I KNOW that's Scotty." He thought, and in his pain filled haze, he actually uttered the sentiment out loud.

"Kev, Chico? What is it?" Scott asked, coming completely awake thanks to the lost look in his best friend's eyes.

"Cold, Baby. So cold." Kevin replied, shivering. "Help me?" He whispered meekly.

Scott's mind raced. What to do? What to do? More covers. Shit, I already put all of them on him. Shit! Now what? He looked over at Kevin and saw him shaking savagely. Decisively he got up and walked over to the bed. Removing his clothes down to his boxers, he climbed under the covers behind Kevin pulling him into himself. Kevin immediately turned to Scott and held him tight, trying to absorb his warmth, before yet again falling into a fretful sleep.

"You better be damn happy I love you, big man. Otherwise, I wouldn't be under about five hundred pounds of covers being treated like a rag doll." Scott told his sleeping form wistfully.

"I love you, too, Scotty." Kevin mumbled sleepily.

Oh, shit! Scott thought to himself. He heard me. I thought he was sleeping. He was never supposed to know. It'll ruin everything. He won't want me around anymore. Who would want some freak like me around? Always fucking something up?

Wait a minute! Rewind. He loves me, too? Did he really say that? No, it must be the fever talking. Don't get your hopes up like that, Scott! He thought to himself, trying to get his thoughts under control, before acknowledging that while that MIGHT be possible, there was no way he was going to get his body under control. His erection, which had already been present, thankfully unnoticed by Kevin, surged even larger with Kevin's words. And the fact that his body was pressed tightly against Scott's wasn't helping matters any.

Scott tried to disentangle himself from the now sleeping Kevin, but all he succeeded in doing was to get Kevin to hold on even more tightly. In his struggles to get free without waking Kevin up, Scott managed to get himself pulled under Kevin's groggy, half delusional form.

"Damn, Scotty, you feel so good, baby." Kevin muttered, lowering his mouth to devour Scott's hungrily.

Oh shit! How do I get out of this one? Scott's logical mind asked, but was quickly pushed out of the way by the more passionate, animalistic side, which let's face it, had been in love with Kevin for about fifteen years. True, he had never acted on it, nor had he taken a male substitute, for, in his mind, that would have been cheating on the only man he had ever wanted. Before Scott realized what he was doing, he was returning Kevin's kisses with hungry ones of his own, moaning and groaning, as he ran his hands up and down Kevin's back.

Without pausing, Kevin reached down and jerked Scott's boxers off and raised his legs up. Not bothering with any stretching, or lubrication, he thrust into Scott's body, thrusting madly. In his fevered daze, he didn't realize that Scott was crying in pain, or that his erection, throbbing with life only moments ago, had died. Nor did he realize that the lubrication that had suddenly made it easier for him was Scott's blood from being ripped apart, or when Scott stopped struggling and just laid there, sobbing pitifully with the pain. His mind was consumed with one thing, and that was the pleasure he was receiving from Scott's tight, virginal ass. He thrust madly; searching for that sweet release he felt building inside him. Finally, He screamed out Scott's name as he came, deep inside his abused ass, Filling him to the brim with his essence, and passing back out, still inside Scott, and locking him in place under him.

Scott laid there, feeling the pain from being pretty much raped by the man he loved. His body hurt badly, and he was afraid to move. What was even worse was the emotional pain. How had he managed to fuck up this time? He was just doing what any good friend would do. Trying to help out his sick friend. Somehow this was all his fault, he just knew it. Kevin would never do something like this if Scott hadn't caused it, would he? No, even sick, Kevin was perfect. Surely, this was Scott's fault, Scott thought to himself before trying to shift out from under Kevin so he could get up. Hopefully Kevin wouldn't remember this when he woke up, and we can pretend it didn't happen he thought. But shifting caused Kevin's cock to begin to swell again, and Kevin tightened his arms around Scott. Deciding that moving was a bad idea, Scott decided to just try to go to sleep.

*morning*

Kevin, not wanting to wake up, realized that something was wrong. Okay, catalog senses. Bed feels lumpy. Sleeping on stomach. Cock is encased in something tight and warm. Wait a minute, someone is under me! No one was here when I fell asleep last night but Scotty. Scotty! Images of last night ran through his mind. Kissing Scotty. That thought caused his already erect member to grow even larger. That's it, have to move. He lowered his head to Scott's neck without even opening his eyes and began to lick and suck what he could reach of it. "Scotty." he murmured, before feeling something wet fall on his cheek. Raising his head, he saw Scott's pain filled eyes wet with tears. There were tears falling down his face, as he lay there, looking at Kevin with such a look of acceptance that Kevin felt his heart breaking. Scott thought he deserved pain? He stilled his hip movements.

"Scotty?" Kevin asked, fighting to keep from thrusting into him again.

"I love you, Kevin. If that's what you want of me, take it. I want what you want." Scott told him, sorrowfully.

"Let me make it good for you, baby?" Kevin asked him, reaching over to his nightstand to open the drawer and pull out the Astroglide he used for masturbation.

"No, you want to cum. I want what you want, so cum. Prove that you own me." Scott told him, thrusting his hips up towards Kevin.

Scott had been stretched somewhat through the painful ordeal of having Kevin sleep inside him for the entire night, so he was shocked to find that it didn't hurt as bad this morning as it had last night.

Kevin was unable to stop his body from reacting to Scott's movement, or his provocative words. He began slowly thrusting into Scott, but remembering a conversation he had heard on a talk show one time, he angled his thrusts, trying to find Scott's prostate. He was rewarded a few thrusts later by Scott moaning and thrusting back at him. Smirking, Kevin continued to angle for his prostate and reached a hand down between their bodies to stroke Scotty's cock in time with their thrusts. Scott was now wild, moaning and thrusting madly at Kevin, he could feel his orgasm approaching.

"Oh, Kev, yes. Like that. Oh, just like that. I'm coming, Oh God, I'm, oh, I'm Coming!" Scott screamed, as thick jets of cum sprayed forth over both men.

"Oh, yes. Come for me, baby. That's it. God, you feel so good. Oh, I love you so much. Fuck Scotty. I'm coming, Baby." Kevin screamed, thrusting wildly now, before shooting deep into Scott's ass.

Kevin rolled to the side and pulled Scott over on top of him to hold him tightly as he regained his breath.

"You know I love you, right?" Kevin asked.

"I love you, too, Chico. Have for a long time now." Scotty told him, cuddling closer, happier than he'd ever been before.

"Good. You know I own you now, right?" Kevin asked him, chuckling.

"WHAT?"

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