"What's the matter, Kid?" Sean was pacing around the room, kicking everything in his path when Shawn walked in, barely ducking in time to avoid being hit by a flying tissue box. "Nothin'," Sean muttered as he kicked a pillow out of his way. Shawn walked over to him and gently put his hand on the Kid's shoulder. "C'mon, calm down and tell me what's buggin' ya," he said gently. Sean sighed heavily, then turned, leaning into Shawn's chest.

Shawn immediately wrapped his arms around the Kid, pulling him closer. "What is it?" he asked softly, brushing back the dark curls to kiss Sean's forehead. "I hate it," Sean said. Shawn leaned back and looked into his chocolate eyes. "Hate what, baby?" he whispered. Sean sighed again. "When they yell at me," he finally replied, enjoying the feel of Shawn's hands on his back.

"Baby," Shawn said reassuringly, "they're supposed to yell at you. You're a bad guy, remember?" Sean nodded against his chest. "Doesn't mean I have to like it, though," he whispered. "I know," Shawn whispered. Suddenly, he was looking into the angelic face of the Kid, his dark eyes glazed. Shawn smiled. "What is it now?" he asked.

Sean smiled up at him. "Kiss me and make me feel better," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Shawn leaned down and placed his lips against Sean's pouty ones, whispered, "gladly" before plunging his tongue into the warm depths of the Kid's mouth. Their soft moans were accompanied by the rapidly roving hands, pulling off clothes, grabbing at flesh.

Shawn lowered them to the couch, pressing his body against Sean's, grinding into him. His hands moved lower, grabbing Sean's ass, pulling his crotch closer, grinding into him. Shawn slid down, taking a nipple into his mouth and bringing it to a hard peak. He ran his tongue over and over, bathing the pebbled flesh, then blowing on it gently.

Sean moaned and arched up, trying to get more contact between his painfully hard cock and Shawn's luscious body. Shawn laughed at his impatience as he ran his tongue down Sean's hard stomach and continued until he had reached his even harder cock. Shawn licked down the underside, then ran his tongue back up to the tip before engulfing Sean's erection in his mouth.

Sean moaned loudly, giving the Heartbreaker all the encouragement he needed. Shawn wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, pumping up and down while he continued to suck on the tip, flicking his tongue out to lap up the drops of precum oozing from it.

It didn't take long before Sean was writhing on the couch, thrusting his hips up, forcing his cock further down Shawn's throat. He reached down and grabbed a handful of the silky blonde locks adorning Shawn's head and threw his head back, screaming as he shot his load. Shawn licked his lips and flopped down on the sofa next to the Kid as he tried to come down from the incredible high he just experienced.

Shawn leaned over and kissed him deeply. After a few minutes of intense tongue action, Sean slid off the couch and assumed the position that HBK had left moments before. With a wicked grin, he snaked his tongue out and licked circles around Shawn's balls, causing him to shiver in anticipation. That tongue.

That incredibly glorious piece of muscle and tissue that Sean was so fond of showing the world was wrapping itself around the underside of Shawn's cock, creating a warm, wet blanket for his swollen cock. Rising up, he pulled his tongue up the length of Shawn's cock before licking the tip. Shawn groaned, his hands twining in Sean's ebony hair.

When Sean felt the tip of Shawn's cock hit the back of his throat, he tightened his lips around the base and sucked in as hard as he could. His head began to bob up and down, licking and sucking for all he was worth. Shawn began to moan incoherently, obscenities mixed with words of love. His hips arched off the couch when he felt a finger slip into his ass, prodding closer and closer to his sweet spot. The Kid might be infamous for his buckin' bronco in the ring, but Shawn was giving him a run for his money on the couch, his hips thrusting up faster and faster in rhythm with the ministrations of Sean's tongue and finger.

Sean never broke his stride, even when the door was thrown open and Kevin entered. He leaned against the door, a slight smile playing on his lips. He watched as Shawn bucked up hard, screaming the Kid's name as he came over and over. When he was done, Sean licked his lover clean, then stood before him. "Nice work there, Kid," Kevin said finally, startling both men.

Shawn looked up at him and said, "I couldn't agree more. Thanks, baby." He pulled Sean into his lap and kissed him hard. Sean leaned his head against Shawn's shoulder and sighed. "What's wrong now, baby?" Shawn asked. "Don't ya feel better now?" Sean nodded. "Yeah, I feel better," he replied, "but they're right, ya know."

Kevin looked at him quizzically. "Who's right, Seany?" he asked. "The fans," Sean said. Kevin and Shawn looked at him, waiting for an explanation. Sean smiled as he spoke. "I DO suck!" he said before collapsing in laughter. The others joined him as Kevin ruffled his hair. "And you suck pretty damn good!" he said as Shawn nodded vigorously in agreement.