"Godsmack fan, huh?"

Sean O'Haire looked up from unlacing his boots. His eyes travelled up the long, tan thighs and to the dark tights in front of him. They landed on the slight bulge protruding from the tights and unconsciously Sean licked his lips. His eyes moved up, glancing over the piercing in the other man's navel, surrounded by a sun, the tight washboard stomach, the wide chest and shoulders.

"Yeah, they're cool," he finally answered. He let his eyes rest on the OVW championship belt draped across the left shoulder. "Congrats on your win tonight. It was really impressive."

"Thanks. Dave by the way."

He stuck his hand out and Sean took it, squeezing slightly. His eyes finally moved up to the other man's face. Dark brown eyes stared into his and Sean looked back, dropping the other man's hand.

"Sean." He smirked as he continued to look into the other man's eyes. "So, only wear the contacts in the ring, huh?"

Dave laughed.

Yeah. My eyes start to burn if I keep them in any longer."

"Took the fangs out too, I see."

Dave nodded.

You look a lot less intimidating without them."

"It's a small price to pay for a little comfort." Dave adjusted the belt across his shoulder and looked around the now empty locker room. "So, why `Keep Away'?"

"Hrm?"

"Why'd you choose that song?"

Sean shrugged and bent down to finish unlacing his boots. He tugged them off and threw them towards his bag.

"I like the beat. It's a cool song." He looked up again. "Why'd you pick `Voodoo'?"

"Synn made me." Dave tossed his belt on the bench next to Sean. "Scoot over, man."

Sean did and the OVW Champ took a seat next to him.

"It goes good with that whole Demon thing you got goin'."

"I suppose."

Sean watched as Dave started pulling his ring gear off. First the boots then the knee and elbow pads. His eyes fixed on Dave's back as he bent over and propped his elbows on his knees.

"Nice tats," he said and touched the dragon on his back.

Dave winced.

"Ooh, sorry. You okay, Champ?"

"Yeah, the back's just sore is all. Took a bad shot to it the other day in practice. Damn Conway, man."

"Oh."

Sean stood up. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned before tugging at his jeans.

Dave looked up at him and watched as the newest member to the OVW locker room slowly unzipped his jeans and let them slide to the floor. The exposed flesh was golden and Dave smiled to himself as he noticed the faint tan line on Sean's hip.

"Am I that interesting to look at?"

A blush crept over Dave's cheeks and he quickly averted his eyes. He began plucking at the tap around his wrists. Sean had caught him staring-how embarrassing. He wanted to get up and walk away, but he couldn't move.

"Maybe," he mumbled as he wadded up the wrist tape and threw it to the ground.

"I don't mind if you stare," Sean told him. He grinned as he slipped out of his shirt. "Especially if you like what you see."

Dave glanced up quickly. Sean was still grinning.

"I don't know about you," he continued as he looked down at Dave, "but I'm dying to take a long hot shower now that the rest of the guys are finished using `em. And," he added over his shoulders as he turned and slipped out of his underwear, "it might just be good for that sore back of yours."

Dave cursed under his breath as Sean walked away, leaving him alone. He didn't want to admit it, but he was attracted to the other man. There was something about him. Yes, he had a hard golden body, intense blue eyes, and not to mention one fine ass, but that wasn't it. Many of the guys in the back had those same qualities and Dave had never been attracted to them. His hands ran over his head and he sighed. Sean had something more-that crazy `je ne sais quoi' that everyone always talked about.

Maybe Sean was offering more, maybe he wasn't. But, Dave needed a shower. And really, his back was quite sore.

He stood up and peeled his wrestling tights off in one quick motion. His half erect cock sprung out of its confines and he looked down, semi-surprised at what just staring at Sean's near-naked body had done to him.

It was now or never.

Dave walked slowly toward the shower area, his body tense and nervous. Thank god all of the other guys had already left. He didn't want to chance any of the guys walking in on what he hoped was about to take place. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he turned the corner and came face to face with the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

Water poured over Sean's naked body, down the rippling muscles of his chest and stomach toward his fully erect cock. His hands hovered around his stomach, just about his member, but not touching. Head thrown back, resting against the wall, his eyes were half closed and his full lips slightly parted as Dave stared at him.

"Bout time you got here," he said, voice soft yet full of power, "C'mere."

Dave nodded and walked over slowly. He swallowed hard as he stopped in front of the other man and waited.

"Well?" Sean opened his eyes fully and stared at Dave who was biting his lip and staring directly at his cock. Realization hit him and he laughed. "Oh my god, you've never fucked a guy before, have you?"

"Am I that obvious?" Dave looked up. "Have YOU?"

Sean smirked and placed a hand on his arm. He leaned in closer to whisper in his ear as he outlined the tattoo on Dave's arms with his fingers.

"I may be new to Ohio Valley, but I've been around the block a couple of times," he told him. His tongue flicked out to lick Dave's ear. "WCW was full of sluts. For that matter," he added and kissed at Dave's pulse point, "so is the WWF."

Dave reached a hand up and placed it lightly on the top of Sean's head as he began lightly sucking at his neck. Quick shallow breathing escaped his mouth as Sean sucked harder. His fingers itched to run through the wild thick hair, but he held back. His other hand reached up and settled on Sean's shoulder, the thumb gently caressing the smooth wet skin.

"You really never been with a guy?" Sean murmurred into his neck. He pulled back to look at Dave. "Seriously?" Dave nodded and Sean smirked again as he let his hand travel down Dave's body to rest at his hip. "And you really want to do this, Champ?"

"Yes." Dave's voice was low and thick with desire. He pulled Sean's head in for another kiss. His breathing was heavy as he pulled away and looked into Sean's eyes. "How do we do this?"

Sean bit his lip as he looked over Dave's muscular body. He was big. His eyes rested on the long, thick cock jutting out, poking his thigh-very big. He longed to feel that cock pumping into him, filling him. But at the same time, Sean wanted to dominate him, mark him, make Dave his.

"I'm top," he finally decided and reached a hand down to squeeze Dave's cock. The bigger man moaned softly and Sean squeezed again. "You're gonna have the experience of a lifetime."

"Is it gonna hurt?'

"Yes." Sean licked his lips and leaned in to kiss him again. His tongue forced itself into Dave's mouth, running over the stud in his tongue, exploring the surfaces. He ground his hips roughly, letting Dave feel just how aroused he was. "But, it's a good kind of hurt," he added when they finally pulled apart.

With that he spun Dave around, forcing his face against the shower wall. He held one arm back, pressing it against Dave's back as he leaned in and flicked his tongue carelessly across the ink on his back. With the other hand, Sean caressed the firm globes of Dave's ass. His erection poked into the small of the other man's back and Dave pushed against him, his body rubbing against Sean's.

"Last chance, Champ," Sean whispered as he slipped one finger past the tight ring of muscle that surrounded Dave's hole, "You really want me to fuck you?"

"God, please!" Dave pushed back on Sean's finger and a small moan escaped his mouth as the other man wasted no time in adding a second. "Fuck...O'Haire..."

"Feels good, huh?" Sean asked in a throaty whisper. He stretched his fingers, sliding them in deeper, brushing against Dave's prostate, making him yelp and push back more. "You want it, Champ? You want my dick inside you?"

The only answer he got was Dave pushing back onto his fingers again, a moan the only noise he could make. Sean gave one last thrust of his fingers then pulled out. His hand reached around and he placed it in front of Dave's mouth.

"Spit."

Dave did as he was told and Sean rubbed his spit-covered hand over his cock, wetting it, getting it ready to slide inside the other man. He positioned himself outside of the stretched hole and pushed in slowly, grabbing Dave's hips with his hands.

"Too bad you don't have any hair," Sean growled, "I love having hair to pull on when I'm fucking!"

Dave placed his cheek against the cool shower wall as his lover slid deeper inside. His tongue reached out and he licked his dry lips as Sean began pushing in and out, going further inside each time.

"Oh god," he moaned as his eyes squeezed shut and he rocked his hips back to meet Sean's.

He was suddenly glad for the water pouring over his body as his cheeks flushed. His hands pressed harder against the wall, trying to find something-anything-to grip.

"Damn you're tight." Sean leaned down and licked at Dave's neck. He nibbled across until he reached the beginning of the dragon tattoo. "Fuck, these tats are a turn-on," he muttered as he ran his tongue across the ink once more.

The two men moved together, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the tiles. The water started to turn cold, but neither man noticed. Sean slid one hand around and wrapped it over Dave's straining shaft. Dave's eyes popped open and he gasped as Sean's hand began stroking him hard to match his thrusts. He'd totally forgotten about his own cock, the new feeling of Sean's own inside his ass dominating his thoughts.

"Mmm, you like that, Champ?" Sean whispered in his ear, "You wanna cum for me?"

Dave hissed as Sean pounded harder into him, his cock hitting his prostate. He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Scream. Scream for me." Sean commanded as he jerked harder on the cock in his hand.

Dave's breathing became faster and he rocked his hips back, wanting Sean to brush against his spot again. It did and he hissed once more as he felt his body tense up.

"I said scream!" Sean growled before sucking on Dave's neck once more. He let his hand trail down Dave's shaft and squeezed at his balls. "Do it!"

Sean's name sprang from Dave's lips as he closed his eyes and shot his release all over the shower wall. Spurt after spurt covered the tile and dripped down to the floor. Sean ran a finger through the creamy white substance and brought it to his mouth as Dave's muscles tightened around his own cock. His tongue swirled around his finger, licking, sucking it clean. His forehead pressed against Dave's shoulder as he too came a moment later.

Dave's body was quickly filled and his release dribbled back out and onto his cock as he pulled out. He grabbed one of Dave's hands and rubbed it across his cock, smearing the hot sticky release all over.

"Taste," he told him and maneuvered so he was leaning next to him against the wall.

Dave's hand trembled as he ran his tongue over the palm, tasting Sean. He'd never tasted anything more delicious and he wanted more. Quickly he cleaned his hand and then glanced over at the other man. "Damn, you're hot when you do that, Champ," Sean told him, smirking. He let one finger trace over the Kanji script on Dave's arm before continuing. "You like that?" He smirked again as Dave nodded. "Next time I'll let you suck me off first."

Dave's eyebrows rose. Next time?

"And," Sean added as he reached for a bar of soap, "Maybe I'll even let you fuck me."

A grin appeared on Dave's face.

"Next time, huh?" Dave asked as he grabbed the soap out of Sean's hand and began lathering his body, "I can handle that."

"Good, because I think I like you, Champ."