Chapter 2

Brock woke up to a hard slap and Zach demanding impatiently, "You gonna sleep all day or what? We have things to do, you know."

Brock immediately sat up with a mumbled apology, trying to clear the cobwebs from his head. He had not slept well, but then again he never really did. Standing up, he bent his head to kiss Zach good morning, pleased when the smaller man returned the kiss. Zach's arms wrapped around Brock's neck and caressed the short hair as Brock wrapped his arms gently around the smaller man. He loved times like this, times when Zach wasn't mad at him, when he hadn't screwed up.

It ended much too soon for Brock as Zach pushed away from him, reaching for his cane. `C'mon, Brock, get dressed and let's go."

The large man looked down in disappointment. "I'd rather just go back to bed with you."

Zack gave a long-suffering sigh. "I'm sore. Don't you ever think of anyone else?"

Brock raised his eyes pleadingly. "No, I didn't mean sex. I know you're sore but we could, you know, maybe just hold each other….or I could give you blowjob. Please."

"We have a lot to do today. Maybe we would have time for those things if you didn't sleep all the time."

"I'm sorry." Brock turned to his luggage and quickly go dressed.

"I know."

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That afternoon, the locker room was empty. Most of the wrestlers had gone home for the night or out to party. Zach was in a planning meeting with Vince and Brock was looking forward to a nice warm shower, wanting the time to relax after a long stressful day.

He had just stepped into the shower area when he heard the door open and close. Thinking maybe Zach had gotten out early and might want to join him, Brock looked around the corner and froze, staring.

In the changing room, Sean O'Haire was leaning back against the door, obviously making sure no one could just walk in. That, however, was not what seized Brock's attention. Taker was backing Billy up against a wall, their mouths meeting in deep, harsh kisses. Billy's hands were running through the Undertaker's long black hair and he moaned when his back hit the wall with an audible thump. The larger man reached up and slipped his fingers in the collar of Billy's nice white button down shirt then yanked it apart, literally tearing it from the criuserweight's body. Large hands, then, pulled impatiently at Billy's pants while Taker's mouth moved to the side Billy's neck, sucking and biting, making the small man yelp and whimper in pain and pleasure.

Brock watched in fascination as, instead of protesting the rough treatment, Billy rolled his head to the side to give Taker better access and clung to the large man's broad shoulders.

Taker began to yank Billy's pants down, pushing the smaller man's light blue briefs down as well while Billy slipped his feet out of his shoes and finished kicking off the last of his clothes. Using his deathgrip on the Undertaker's shoulders for leverage, he pulled himself up to wrap his legs tightly around the big man's hips, grinding his obvious erection against the Taker's leather clad body. Taker bit into the younger man's tender flesh and Billy cried out again, grinding himself harder against his partner, begging, "Please, master, please!"

Lifting his head, Taker surprised Brock by looking over at Sean as if in question and waiting until the demon faced man nodded before turning to claim Billy's mouth roughly once again. Reaching down, he freed his own aching erection. Breaking the kiss, Taker ran his tongue over the smaller man's collarbone as he lifted Billy higher on the wall and impaled the dark-haired cruiser-weight quickly and fully. Billy cried out loudly in a mixture of pleasure and pain, rolling his head to the side as the large man began to suck on the tender skin of his neck.

Driving into Billy's body roughly, the Dead Man's mouth continued to move over Billy's skin and Brock grew uncomfortable at spying on the lovers but could not bring himself to look away. The smaller man whimpered and grunted with each deep, hard thrust, making the large blonde worry about the small man but Billy clung to the other man, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he began to shake, covering the Taker's black t-shirt in white as the dark man threw his own head back, roaring in fulfillment.

Brock quickly retreated, blushing, ashamed, and afraid. Blushing from the embarrassment of spying on a private moment, ashamed because now he was hard and horny from watching and afraid because Billy had seen him. When the small man had laid his head on the Taker's shoulder, he had been looking right at the shower entrance with eyes only half-closed. Brock was sure the smaller man had seen him. He held his breath as he waited for Billy to tell the others. His muscles were tense in anticipation of the confrontation that would surely be coming. Despite the persona he put on in the ring, Brock was not an aggressive person. He did not like conflict, particularly when he was so obviously at fault.

There was the sound of movement in the other room and Brock wished he had thought to come into the shower room with more than a towel but how was he supposed to know this was going to happened. Hell, he had thought the arena was empty.

The outer door opened and closed, causing Brock to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking they had left. Therefore, he was shocked when Sean O'Haire walked into the shower room carrying Billy, cradling him gently, a mesh bag hooked around a tattooed wrist, both of them nude.

Neither one looked over at Brock. Instead, they behaved as if they were alone as Sean sat Billy on his feet, letting the smaller man lean against him as he started the nearest shower. Adjusting the water temperature, he maneuvered Billy and himself under the water and knelt, Billy still leaning against him as he pulled soap and shampoo and other items out of the mesh bag. Brock watched in growing embarrassment and not a little envy as the large 6'6" wrestler cleaned the smaller man, washing and rinsing his hair, gently scrubbing his skin, carefully bathing his face, and, all the while, Sean kept an arm wrapped securely and protectively around the smaller man who leaned against him in relaxed trust.

It was confusing to the big blonde that it was not the Undertaker in here with Billy but he still envied the small man. He wished Zach would do this for him or let Brock do it for his lover. Most people assumed, because of his size, that he was rough and stand offish about physical affection, a real `man's man'. Nothing could be further from the truth. Brock liked being touched and touching. He liked hugs and kisses and soft caresses, just like Billy was getting and like Zach hated.

Brock continued to watch them, embarrassment overruled by curiosity and a small masochistic streak. Sean finished washing Billy the packed everything back into the mesh bag before turning off the water and carrying the smaller man out of the showers, both of them still ignoring their audience of one.

In the outer room, Sean sat Billy down on a bench and handed him a comb as the large man began to dry both of them. Once Billy was done with his hair and they were both dry, Sean brought over clothes and the two of them dressed.

When Billy was once again in a conservative button down white shirt and nice pants, he knelt on the floor, head bent forward while Sean wrapped a slim white leather collar around his neck. Slipping two fingers underneath the leather, Sean checked for tightness then stood up and picked up several bags before uttering the first word Brock had heard from him during the entire encounter. "Heel."

Billy gracefully rose to his feet and followed Sean out the door, leaving their audience confused and envious.

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