*Adam's POV*

God, he hurt. Not in the way to be expected with the vicious street fight he'd had with Shawn earlier, but from his as of yet unfilled need for release. His naked flesh cool to the touch as he kneeled at the foot of the bed in a hotel room across town from the arena and the "scene of the crime" so to speak, Adam was waiting on the appearance of his lover. Freshly showered, his blond hair brushed to flow over his broad shoulders, and his need clearly displayed by his solid length laying heavy between his thighs, he calmed himself with thoughts of the pleasure that would be his that night. The scent of vanilla was thick in the air from the candles which burned brightly, lit just a moment before he had assumed his current position of submission. He had already stripped the bed except for the fitted sheet and laid out the toys his lover always brought for their journeys of pleasure while on the road. Adam let the exquisite events of the night replay in his mind as he waited for his lover to join him.

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He was nervous as hell as he stood backstage prior to the match. In less than five minutes he would be heading to the ring for a street fight with Shawn Michaels. He bounced in place, the excess nervous energy born of anticipation was making him jittery. He nearly hit the ceiling when an arm slipped around his waist and a warm hand slid under the bottom of his shirt to stroke his stomach. The touch was supposed to be calming, but in reality it only increased his sense of excitement. Adam knew that touch anywhere. His comfirmation came with the whispered words from the man behind him.

"Calm down. This is just like any other match, baby."

Except this wasn't going to be like any other match. It was going to be a fullfilment of a dream, in more ways than one. He and Shawn had laid out the bare bones of the match, but he knew Shawn would have surprises for him. He had a few for Shawn as well. A technician warned them they were down to two minutes. Adam turned to the man behind him and stroked his palm down the smoothly shaved skin of his cheek. A quick kiss to those pouty lips and a whispered "I love you" and he was ready to hit the stage.

The routine of his entrance calmed him slightly but not nearly enough. Making his way down to the ring, he turned to wait for Shawn's entrance. Lacking some of the HBK flash, it was still stunning with the intense look of determination on his face. Shawn was out to cause some pain, no doubt about it. Shawn pulled out one of his surprises almost from the start by stripping Adam of his shirt and strapping him with his leather belt.

Christ! As the burning pain lanced along the nerves in his back, he had only one thought... What a fucking turn on! He could already feel the welts raising along his smooth skin. How many times in the privacy of their bedroom had Adam imagined Shawn doing the exact same thing to him in front of a Monday night crowd? The only way it could have affected him more was if Shawn had stripped him of the rest of his clothes first and there was no way the FCC would allow that. Thank god this was a street fight and he was wearing jeans or the entire arena would be aware of just what affect this was having on him.

Each punch and every kick completed with just enough force to spread that blissful pain through every part of his body. Very few of his co-workers would be able to distinguish the fact that Shawn wasn't pulling those punches, but those that knew them well would realise that what was happening in the ring right now was tantamount to foreplay between the two. Well...with one major exception. Usually by this point Shawn had Adam strapped, chained, or handcuffed to a bed so the tall blond couldn't fight back. Adam had always wondered what it would be like to turn the tables and be the one to dominate Shawn, but had never asked for the opportunity. Tonight he'd take a small taste of it. Shawn's personality was just so dominant that Adam had a hard time picturing him in the role of sub. Maybe a taste would bolster his courage enough to ask his lover to switch places on occasion.

When he swung at Shawn with the trash can lid, he didn't pull his swing like he would with any other opponent. His punches landed with just enough force to cause a slight stinging in his knuckles. Finally catching a glimpse of Shawn's eyes, Adam was entranced by the heated gaze from his lover. Thank god this was to be a brutal match. He could sell any stiffness of movements caused by the rock-solid stiffness in his pants as a toll of the brutality. Shawn would know the difference though.

He'd known that Shawn was going to blade after the chair spot, but the massive quantity of blood flowing down Shawn's face made him pause for a moment. Under cover of hair and a choke hold, Adam was about to ask Shawn if they needed to call the match, when in a husky whisper his lover answered his unasked question.

"Fuck, baby. Don't hold back now. Come on...make me bleed." A sharp spike of lust weakened his knees as his lover's voice washed over him allowing Shawn to take the upper hand once again.

The rest of the match went by in a blur. Adam trying his best to give Shawn what he wanted. The two traded increasingly stiff moves until Shawn managed to land an extremely harsh shot with his sweet chin music and make the cover. Slightly dazed, Adam observed as Kurt made his run-in. He felt a slight flash of jealousy over the "beating" that Angle gave Shawn, even knowing it was all planned and not real. This was a moment for him and Shawn...he refused to let Kurt's spot put a damper on that. Making his way to the back, he was still mildly concerned over the amount of blood that Shawn had spilled.

As they went off the air, Adam waited impatiently for Shawn to make it to the back. His plan was to take Shawn to get stitched up and then take him back to the hotel. The burning look in Shawn's eyes as he passed through the curtain curbed those plans. He recognized that look and there was no arguing with it. It was clear as day that Shawn wanted him to go back to the hotel and prepare himself. So with a short kiss dropped on Shawn's waiting mouth, he bid his goodbye's and went to do his lover's bidding.

Read part two Shawn's POV