The minutes clicked by slowly on the clock as he sat and stared at the TV screen.

The odd bits and pieces that they flashed weren't enough to satisfy him.

With one hand on the remote, replaying the footage of No Way Out and the other hand absentmindedly stroking his aching cock, he watched…and he waited.

He would watch the scene, rewind, check the channel and start all over again.

His mind drifted back to the countless times it had been someone else's hand stroking him…someone else's lips on his cock…someone else's ass tightening around it as he came.

But tonight, he had to be content with the larger-than-life image on the screen.

He closed a fist around his erection, squeezing just a little.

An image of blonde hair flashed on the screen and he knew the moment was almost there.

He leaned back, making himself comfortable on the sofa as he waited, muting the sound so that the incessant babbling wouldn't distract him from his mission.

Through heavily lidded eyes, he watched as the camera panned out, moving into the hallway.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of the big man standing there, clad in black Armani and a shiny new silver tie.

He looked good enough to eat - definitely good enough to fuck as he stood there and began to smile.

Closing his eyes, he stroked himself with one hand while the other drifted lower, fingering his opening lightly.

What he wouldn't give to be there now, offering words of encouragement to the big man.

The screen flashed again and he opened his eyes, just in time to see the demon make his way to the ring.

The suit covered his finest assets but he didn't need to see them to know what they looked like…or felt like for that matter.

His eyes focused on the big man as his mind drowned out the sounds of the other people in the ring.

All he saw, all he knew was Batista.

He tightened his hand around his cock, picking up the speed of his strokes.

Each movement, each expression caused a tingling sensation to concentrate itself in his groin.

When Dave smiled, he smiled.

When he opened his jacket, he spread his legs a little further, running a finger over the head of his cock, slicking it with precum.

When Dave took off his glasses, he slipped a wet finger inside his ass, stroking his cock even faster.

He watched his face, concentrating on his lips…remembering the feel of them swallowing every drop of cum he had to offer.

He watched as Dave studied the contracts and he moaned out loud.

As Hunter stood there, watching, waiting for the decision, he bit his lip, feeling his balls tighten.

Not much longer now, he thought.

Just a few more strokes, just a few more glimpses of the big man, and he would be a goner.

He heard Hunter say, "we have a chance to make history," and he knew he was going to be making history of his own in just a minute.

The clipboard hit the ring and he stroked faster.

He saw Dave give the thumb's up and he moaned the big man's name.

As Dave's fist connected with Hunter's face, he felt the first drops hit his hand.

When Dave ripped his shirt off, his whole body stiffened.

As Dave picked Hunter up and slammed him through the table, he cried out, hot cum spraying across his belly.

He collapsed back onto the couch, riding out the spasms.

His eyes drifted shut and he smiled.

As the congealed mess started to cool off, and he began to think about getting up and cleaning himself off, the phone rang.

He reached for it lazily and whispered a husky hello.

"Did ya see it?"

The excitement in Dave's voice was enough to melt the biggest block of ice.

"I saw it," he said. "And I really enjoyed it."

A soft chuckle tickled his ear.

"And just how much did ya like it, Sean?"

He ran a hand through the sticky pool on his stomach and smiled.

"More than you'll ever know, babe. More than you'll ever know."

On the other end of the phone, Dave smiled.

"Hey, Sean? You better not a made a mess on my new couch."