The cold Michigan wind whipped Shannon's hair in his face. Snow had begun to fall on the already white city. As much Shannon loved the snow he hated the cold, he felt as if knives were jabbing at his very being. He pulled his leather coat tighter around him careful not to let his duffle bag fall from his shoulder as he made his way through the arena parking lot towards the rented Ford.

"Later Shannon." Oscar Gutierrez known as Rey Mysterio to his fans and some of his co-workers called, he too running towards his vehicle trying to hurry out of the cold night air and snow.

"Later," he called back fishing in his pockets for his keys, only to come up empty handed. He leaned in close to the window and squinted into the truck. "Noooooo! Fuck me silly and call me a monkey," he said smacking himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand then running the hand over his face. There in the ignition lay the keys, he tried the door knowing it was locked and mumbled a string of curses under his breath.

A hand lay on his shoulder causing him to jump and spin around quickly ready to defend himself. Only when he looked up did he relax. Mark Callaway stood there, his shoulder length hair unruly in the wind.

"Calm down boy, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Need any help?" Mark asked in a deep voice. Since His match with Glenn at Wrestlemania XX and The draft he'd stayed with Smackdown as the old "Dead" taker, pale faced because of the makeup he wore.

"Unless you know how to break into a truck without setting off the alarm I'm screwed." Shannon said looking back to where his keys where still locked in the truck.

"You lock you keys in huh? You'll have to call AAA in the morning until then I'll give you a ride." Mark said not waiting on a reply.

"Thanks but ya see my room key is in the truck, locked inside. Damn it!" he said giving the tire a forceful kick.

"Calm down kid, kicking the shit outta the truck ain't gonna help ya non. Now c'mon and get the hell outta this cold." Mark said not looking back. Shannon glanced back at the truck before adjusting his shoulder strap on his bag, shoved his hands in his pockets and ran after Mark.

Mark unlocked the door to his rented Jeep Grand Cherokee and climbed in, then leaned over and unlocked the passenger side door. Shannon opened the door and put his bag behind his seat. "My room's a double you can stay with me." Mark said jamming the key into the ignition.

"I don't wanna be a bother, so I'll just-"

"You ain't a bother kid, now c'mon and let's get the hell outta the cold. I don't wanna hear anymore about it." Mark said dismissing the subject as Shannon sighed. "Sigh all you want kid, you still comin' with me."

~*~

They rode in silence the rest of the way, the only sound came from the heater warming the car. Finally Shannon spoke.

"Thanks for everything." he said while he looked out the window. Mark grunted and kept his eyes on the road. Shannon took the grunt as `shut the fuck up and leave me alone.' something he did quickly.

"No need to thank me boy. I'm sure you woulda done the same thing if I were in your shoes." Mark said after a moment. Shannon didn't respond only continued to stare out at all the white. He hated winter, it was too cold, too wet, and he got sick too damn easily for his liking.

~*~

Shannon waited for Mark to unlock the door to their room, and turn on the light before he walked in, putting his bag down on the unoccupied bed. Mark did the same.

"Do ya mind if I take a shower first?" He asked digging through his bag.

"As long as you don't use up all the hot water. Go right ahead." Mark said toeing off his boots and pulling, pull over and his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest, and washboard stomach.

"Thanks." Shannon replied as he pulled out a pair of boxers then walked into the bathroom.

~*~

Mark lay on the bed half asleep when Shannon emerged from the bathroom limping in only a pair of black boxers, his body still glistened with water from the shower. He heard Shannon breath hitch as he sat down.

"What's the matter with you?" Mark asked removing his arm from over his face. Shannon didn't say anything which caused him to turn his head to look at the blonde.

"I hit my knee on that damn cabinet in there." Shannon said jerking his head towards the bathroom as he massaged the injured limb. Mark sat up slowly, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, slowly stood, his 6'10 frame stopping only 2 inches short of the light fixture and walked over to Shannon. His body cast a shadow over the younger man causing Shannon to look up slightly surprised he hadn't even heard him walk over. How could a man his size move so silently?

"Lemmie see," he said pushing Shannon's hands away and kneeling in front of him. He began massaging the limb, working it back and forth until a popping sound was heard. Shannon sighed in contentment as he felt it loosen.

"How'd you do that?" Shannon asked standing up and looking down at the bigger man.

Mark shrugged. "You pick up a few things when you're in the business as many years as me," he said standing and looking down at the blonde.

One of Shannon's infamous black streaks lay partially over one eye, causing Mark to reach out and tuck it behind his ear. Shannon shuddered as his hand brushed against his cheek. Emerald green locked onto emerald green and Shannon's heartbeat stopped beating momentarily. He was the first to look away.

"T-Thanks," he stammered rubbing the back of his neck like he did when he was nervous. "Ya know for my knee. I really appreciate it." He trailed off as he felt Mark's gaze unfaltering on him.

"It ain' a problem." Mark said brushing his cheek again. Shannon was tempted to lean into the caress as he felt himself growing hard at the images that suddenly played in his mind. He closed his eyes before turning away from the older and larger man.

Mark's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched Shannon's back. "Ya know I'm a married man." Came Shannon's reply shocking Mark.

"I am too." Mark replied still confused

"I love my wife," he continued still not turning around. "I love Crystal with all my heart."

"I love my wife too. I wouldn't have married her if I didn't." Mark said taking a step towards Shannon who finally turned around.

"I'm a straight married guy," he said rubbing the back of his neck vigorously. "Why am I thinking these things about another guy?" he asked out of nowhere.

Mark looked at him then and took another step closer. Shannon could feel the heat pouring off of his body and that made him want him all the more.

"I'm a married guy too. You think this ain' scarin' the hell outta me? I'm just going with what I'm feeling and I'll worry bout tomorrow when tomorrow comes." He said leaning down until he was only an inch away from Shannon's face.

Shannon held his breath. Did he want this? Was the question he asked himself over and over before giving himself an answer. His lips met Mark's in a hesitant kiss which he soon turned into a lust filled, passionate kiss. All thoughts about his wife left his mind and he focused on the then and there, as the palm of Mark's hand went to his cheek and held him in place, while Mark's other arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer.

Shannon moaned into the kiss as Mark ground their erections against one another. His hand tangled in Mark's hair as he felt himself being lifted form the ground. His legs automatically wrapped themselves around Mark's waist as he carried them to his bed.

Mark gently laid them down and propped himself up on his elbows so as not to crush the cruiserweight beneath him. The need for air forced him to pull back. They looked at each other both panting, their eyes filled with lust and desire. Shannon's hands roamed over Mark's bare chest sending a shudder through the man, before finally making there way the button and zipper of his jeans.

He pushed Mark into a standing position. Looking up at him while he pulled down Mark's pants and boxers. His eyes shifted to Mark's large erection, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"You like what you see?" Mark asked looking down at him. Shannon's smile spread to it's fullest as he nodded. He looked like a child opening its presents on Christmas morning. He licked his lips before placing a kiss on Mark's abdomen. His tongue circled his belly button dipping inside then around again gaining a groan from Mark.

Mark's knees buckled slightly as Shannon took him in his mouth and his head started bobbing. "Dear God," he moaned while his fingers clenched in Shannon's hair. He resisted the urge to thrust for fear of choking him. That is until Shannon deep throated him, way past the point were most people would have stopped.

He nearly screamed at the sensation but instead clenched Shannon tighter. Shannon moaned around him, before pulling back leaving Mark panting, and wanting more. Shannon stood licking, his lips before pulling Mark down for another kiss, which he returned passionately.

Shannon's tongue pushed passed Mark's lips in a fight for control. As their tongues wrestled, one of Mark's hands moved into Shannon's boxers to his aching length and grabbed it at the base, moving upward slowly stroking him. Shannon gasped and Mark's tongue plunged into Shannon's mouth.

"No fair." Shannon gasped pulling back breaking the kiss; all the while Mark stroked him.

"Who said I played fair?" Mark asked smirking while looking down at him.

"Is that..ah...so?" he asked gripping Mark's arm digging his fingernails into the tan flesh. Mark smirked back as Shannon's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Mark stopped suddenly and Shannon looked at him with pleading eyes. "Why'd you stop?" he asked panting slightly.

"Get these off." Was all Mark said motioning at the boxers. Shannon looked down then back up at him.

"That's kinda hard to do seeing as that you got your hand in them."

"Stop being a smart ass and take them off." Mark growled removing his hand from Shannon who then whimpered from the loss of contact. "Off," he said as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a few items.

Shannon looked over to see what Mark was doing but did what he was told nonetheless. There was a fine line between getting a person so pissed that they get horny and getting a person so pissed that they actually wanted to do bodily harm. Shannon wasn't about to cross that line, especially with a 6'10 guy that out weighed him by a good 100 lbs.

Mark walked back over to Shannon items in hand and pushed him down on the bed.

"Dominating much?" Shannon asked as Mark climbed over him. He then licked at Mark's lips; Mark pulled back and laid the items beside Shannon's head, and grabbed his wrists before putting them above Shannon's head.

"If you watched my matches you'd know." Mark said leaning down and kissing him. Shannon sucked and nipped at his bottom lip. AI'm very dominating.@ Mark said pulling back.

"Show me." Shannon said panting as he ground his up against Mark's causing him to moan. Mark let go of one of his wrists to grab the bottle beside Shannon's head.

Shannon's eyes followed his hand and he got a glance at the bottle.

"This is gonna be cold...just a warning." Mark said standing yet again pulling Shannon towards the edge of the bed and spreading legs, opened the bottle and poured lube in his hand.

"How would you know this?" Shannon said then hissed as the liquid touched his entrance.

"I told you." Mark said pushing a finger into Shannon, who gave a hiss that turned into a low long moan. Mark moved the finger in and out a few times before adding a second and working it, he then added a third, and curved the fingers just so as to hit Shannon's prostate. Shannon moaned louder and moved forward against the fingers as they hit his prostate repeated.

Mark removed his fingers and Shannon gave a whimper that turned into another moan as Mark guided his length into him. Shannon wrapped his arms around Mark's waist as Mark gave him time to adjust.

Mark's eyes locked onto Shannon's before he thrust into him causing Shannon to cry out in pure ecstasy. Mark squeezed his eyes shut while he thrust into him again; his hands on Shannon's hips pulling him forward making his hips met his. Shannon's cries grew louder with each forceful thrust and Mark had to concentrate hard as not to cum too soon.

Mark felt Shannon's muscles clench around him as he came and he soon followed suite with one last hard thrust. He had to catch himself from falling onto the younger man. The warm sticky fluid between their stomachs felt cold against their heated bodies as they both panted. Mark stared down into Shannon's darker half lidded green eyes.

"My God that was the best orgasm I've ever had." Shannon panted as he pecked Mark's lips. Mark smirked before his tongue swept out and ran over Shannon's lips.

"Same here," he replied before reaching up beside Shannon's head and picking up another item off of the bed. Shannon's eyes followed his hand and he chuckled as Mark picked up a pack of Kleenex, removing a few and wiping off Shannon's abdomen then his own. Silence followed.

"You know you never answered my question." Shannon said breaking the comfortable silence. Mark raised an eyebrow as he stood, and walked over to the trash can.

"What question?"

"I asked you how would you know it was gonna be cold." Shannon said adjusting his body so that he lay in the bed vertically instead of horizontally. Mark walked back over to the bed and laid down beside him.

"Oh, I've used it before," he said simply before getting under the cover, then reaching over to turn out the light.

"Hold up you're telling me you're bisexual?" Shannon asked a little bit shocked. Mark stopped and looked at him.

"You answered your own question," he said before turning off the light. He closed his eyes and smirked in the darkness as he felt Shannon get under the covers and snuggle up under him. His arm wrapped around his waist and he kissed his temple.

"Good night. Maybe we could do this again," he said resting his chin on top of Shannon's head.

"Mmmm hmmmm." Shannon said half asleep already. Mark smiled and drifted off to sleep.



[Fin]