Sean O'Haire was not a happy man. In fact, he was very angry, very frustrated, very desolate, very lonely, and becoming very, very drunk. Why had it happened? Why had HE done it? Why had HE left? Without even a fucking warning. Why was Matt on Raw, leaving Sean behind? The blue-eyed man wanted to howl. He wanted to scream and cry and hit. He did none of these things. Instead, he filled his glass again and drained it in one, burning gulp.

His eyes closed and his head fell back against the headrest of his chair. Unfortunately, he only looked like he had fallen back into oblivion. His mind was much too awake as he remembered his last evening, it wasn't even a whole fucking night, his last damn evening with the dark-eyed man. There had been no warning, nothing. Matt had walked into Sean's locker room as he always did, locking the door behind him and Sean had immediately pressed him back against the door, roughly claiming that sweet mouth as his own. Matt had immediately parted his lips, giving Sean everything he wanted just as he always did, letting Sean ravage those sweet lips, plunder that hot cavern.

When Sean had eventually let them both breathe, he had stared down into those dark-eyes, smiling in satisfaction, knowing that hard, lean body belonged to him and no one else. "Mmmm, baby, I can't wait to get you to the hotel, maybe we should just skip our usual shower here?"

Then, for the first time Sean could remember, Matt had denied him. He had actually shook his head and softly said, "No, Sean, we can't. I'm not going back to the hotel. My plane leaves in an hour and a half and I'm going straight from here to the airport."

Sean had not understood, had laughed at what had to be his baby's confusion. "Matt, the planes aren't leaving until late tomorrow."

"Your plane leaves tomorrow. Mine leaves tonight."

Sean's heart had turned as cold as the blue of his eyes. "What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I've been signed to Raw. I have to be there tomorrow morning so I'm flying out tonight."

The words spoken in that soft drawl were knives in Sean's heart and that abused heart exploded in rage. "What the fuck do you mean you're going to Raw?" He had buried his hand in that long black hair, pulling Matt's head back roughly and forcing him to look up at Sean. "You belong to me, Matt! You're mine!"

He had expected an argument, anger, anything except the softly whispered, "Yes."

Sean's mind had been consumed with anger, confusion, and pain and he had taken it out on Matt. "Yes?" His voice had been an evil hiss and when he had kissed the smaller man again, it had been brutal, bruising and Matt had leaned against the wall and allowed it. Sucking on the tongue that brutally invaded his own mouth, his hands resting on Sean's shoulders as the enraged man tore at both their clothes, stripping them bare in minutes, destroying Matt's shirt and not caring as he almost threw Matt over the couch and the southern man had done nothing to stop him, voiced no objection as Sean had thrust into him with almost no preparation.

Sean had mercilessly rode that perfect body bent over the bench, hands clenched so hard on those slim hips, he had left small bruises. Through it all, Matt had been silent except for small moans of pleasure or pain, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that when he had finished, when he had finally climaxed, Sean could not remember why he had been angry and he had pulled Matt back against him, stroking the soft skin stretched over hard muscles. Silk over steel.

Sean had pressed soft kisses over Matt's neck, murmuring how beautiful the other man was, nuzzling his dark hair to the side to run his tongue across the width of those strong hard shoulders. He loved the taste that golden skin, salty and just...Matt. And Matt....his beautiful Matt had, amazingly, reached back and stroked him back. The lean wrestler had run his hands over Sean's thighs, massaging the tight muscles, and his lover had arched into Sean's touch as he had stroked and traced every line of muscle on that perfect chest. They had slowly gotten to their feet, and retreated into the shower where Matt washed Sean as he always did. Running washcloth and soap and mouth over Sean's 6' 6" frame until Sean was shaking from the sweet touch and Matt was on his knees in front of the demonic looking brunette, thighs spread wide to either side of Sean's feet, hands resting on his knees, and just staring up at Sean, dark brown eyes soft and...loving.

Sean had been gentle then. It had been like it always was then, as Sean had cupped the lean man's chin, rubbing his thumb briefly over those full lips in silent request. That perfect mouth had opened instantly, tongue flicking out to taste Sean's fingers, then flicking out again, in welcome as Sean brought his erection to that luscious opening, tasting Sean's hardened flesh and making Sean hiss with pleasure even as he pushed his cock into that hot, wet, clever mouth.

Matt gave the most amazing blowjobs Sean had ever had in his life. They were made even more amazing by the fact that, often, Matt would not even use his hands. He would remain in that kneeling position, arms at his sides, looking up at Sean with hungry, chocolate colored eyes as his licked and sucked and swallowed Sean into ecstasy, loosening his throat somehow that let Sean thrust deep inside, burying himself inside that hot cavern. Sean had smiled as he had thrust into that welcoming face, stroking those perfect cheekbones and tracing winged black eyebrows that gave the man a fierce, intense look even in repose.

Sean had marveled at the beauty of the being in front of him, marveling that it belonged to him. Unfortunately, his mind had chosen that moment to come fully awake, reminding him that it didn't belong to him anymore. For some unknown reason, his lover, HIS lover, was leaving him. Rage rose in Sean once again and he released his gentle grip on Matt's face, tangling his hands roughly in that long black hair and thrusting hard and fast, fucking that mouth brutally, trying to drown the intense pain in his heart in that hot mouth. Again, Matt had made no move of protest, had continued to swallow him down, caressed him with tongue and lips, closed his eyes in acceptance as Sean had arched his back, thrusting deep in climax that brought no true release from his pain and he had pushed Matt away from him, causing him to sprawl back on the tile.

Sean had driven his fists into the wall with a scream of anger and pain, closing his eyes in denial. Then, in anger, he had turned to look at his leaving lover, and saw the young man still laying where he had fallen back, propped up on an elbow, his head bent, face shielded by long wet locks. Sean had instantly been filled with need, just a need to hold him, to love him, and had immediately crawled over, pulling that lean body against his, cradling his Matt in his arms, tucking that bent head under his chin and Matt had allowed that as well, laying in Sean's arms quietly until there was a beeping from the other room. Then, the dark Carolina native had gently and silently removed himself from Sean's embrace, dressed, and removed himself from Sean's life.

That had been a month ago and Sean's heart still broke into pieces every night. How many times had he wanted to call his Matt, beg the raven-haired man to come home, to come to him? How many times had he held his phone in his hand, staring at the send button until the battery finally gave out and shut off the option for him?

So, tonight, tonight he did the only thing that seemed to help and sought oblivion at the bottom of bottle. Opening his eyes, he had just filled his glass once again when the door opened. Looking up, Sean smirked, he did not think hallucinations were supposed to happen this soon but here was one.

Closing the door silently and padding across the floor just as silent was his Matt. Sean swallowed the liquor, letting it burn down his throat to suppress the hysterical laughter that welled up inside him. In continued silence, the dark-eyed man prowled to a stop in front of Sean, reminiscent of a panther in his darkness and grace. Holding Sean's burning blue gaze, Matt began to strip off his clothes, the silence of the striptease making it more erotic, ending with that exquisite body nude and kneeling between Sean's knees. He ached to touch the vision, to stroke golden skin but feared the dream would disappear, so Sean remained still, sitting back and just taking in the sight he had missed so badly over the last month.

Then, to his surprise, the vision moved again, undoing Sean's belt and pants, rearranging the black briefs underneath to release Sean's hard erection. Strong elegant hands stole the brunette's ability to speak or think as they caressed Sean's aching cock. He had had nothing except his own hand for company and his body would have been in burning need anyway but now, with this vision of his Matt stroking him, Sean would not be surprised if he climaxed any moment and moaned as he lay his head back and let his alcohol soaked mind do what it would.

Slick oil suddenly coated those magic hands and Sean almost whimpered because this was a dream. His Matt had left him. His Matt was probably already with someone new. Someone else was discovering that lean hard body's abilities and talents. Sean immediately pushed that all out of his mind. He was not going to spoil this fantasy with reality.

Opening his eyes, he watched Matt climb onto his lap, bare thighs straddling jean clad ones. Dark eyes staring deeply into Sean's sharp blue as that incredible body lowered, pressing down on Sean's aching cock. Matt gave a hiss of pain as he pushed his unprepared body down onto Sean and the larger man almost told him to stop. It wasn't supposed to be like that but Matt's long fingers covered Sean's mouth and his dark eyes warned Sean so Sean kept his mouth closed as Matt pushed down, slowly taking him in until that hard ass hit Sean's open jeans.

Bracing his hands on Sean's heavily muscled shoulders, the raven-haired tempter began to move, slowly, rolling his hips slightly as he raised and lowered himself, finding the angle he wanted and pushing back slow and deep. Sean moaned at being inside his Matt again, feeling that wet heat gripping him, caressing him, tighter and better than anything in the world. Staring up at Matt's face, he was entranced as Matt's eyes closed, his head lolling back in pleasure as he continued to move above Sean taking the larger man deep and slow and Sean reached up, needing to touch that pleasure.

His fingers were trembling as he pressed them against Matt's tight washboard stomach, afraid that the merest touch would destroy the dream, leaving him alone and wanting again. But he needed to touch Matt, was desperate to feel that tanned silk under his fingertips again and he smiled as Matt's stomach muscles tensed under his touch but did not disappear. Pressing his palms firmly against the silk covered steel of Matt's body, he ran his hands slowly up his lover's body, licking his lips his pleasure as Matt whimpered when his fingers then palms trailed up and over hardened nipples. Soon, his hands were cupping that gorgeous face and Matt held his gaze as he twisted his head to capture one of Sean's thumbs, suckling on it, caressing it with his tongue.

Sean drug Matt's face down to his, kissing that clever mouth desperately as he moved his hands to grip Matt's lean muscled hips trying to drive into him faster and deeper and Matt kissed him back, sucking on Sean's tongue, his lower lip, and riding Sean harder, whimpering in need which never failed to drive Sean straight to the edge and over and his Matt knew that. Which was why the southern man was directing one of Sean's hands to his own hard cock and Sean began to firmly and quickly stroke it, massaging a special spot right behind the head with his thumb and drinking in Matt's whimper and cries of lust as the smaller man rode him hard and fast, fucking himself on Sean's cock with a desperation that matched Sean's.

"Come for me, baby, come for me now!" Sean's demands were growled out in a harsh demanding voice and Matt immediately obeyed, crying Sean's name as he came all over the brunette's hand and shirt, his inner muscles clenching and Sean's cock, milking the larger man dry as he spasmed inside his Matt, groaning in ecstasy.

Sean wrapped his arms around Matt, leaning forward to press open mouthed kisses against Matt's torso, muffling the sobs and tears he was fighting desperately to hide against the man's skin. It was not a dream. It was not a drink-induced hallucination stroking his shaggy brown hair back from his sweat-covered face. It was not a desperate fantasy that was rubbing between his shoulder blades, comforting him.

"You're mine, Matt! I'm never letting you go." All his desperation, his need, his pain and anger, his...love were poured into those two statements.

"I know, Sean."

He looked up at the soft southern drawl, no anger, no denial, just quiet agreement. "Then, why? Why did you fucking leave me?"

"I didn't, not were it counted, not in my heart. I'm still yours, Sean, I always will be. But, I couldn't warn you about what was happening. You would have never listened to me, never let me explain and our last days of traveling together would not have been as sweet as they were. I wanted to explain that night but you were too angry and I was afraid to call you, afraid you would still be angry, say something you would regret. I was waiting for you to call me, to let me explain. It wasn't my choice. I never asked to go to Raw. But with Lita back, they wanted to bring me in for that angle. I can't travel with you like I want, Sean, but I'm still yours. There's no one else." He leaned in and started planting soft kisses over Sean's mouth and along his jaw. "Please believe me, I only want you."

Sean pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing a wet face that had nothing to do with sweat against Matt's welcoming body. "Mine. Matt, baby, I went through hell thinking you left me."

"I know, Sean, I did too. Thinking you would be too angry to listen to me."

"Only me?"

"Yes."

"We're gonna run up phone bills and you're getting a camera phone."

"Yes."

"Fuck, baby, I love you."

Matt pulled back and looked down into Sean's eyes. "You've never said that to me before."

"I should have. I love you. You're mine. Forever."

Matt smiled down at him. "I love you, too."

Sean leaned up to kiss him. "Mine?"

"Yes, I'm yours."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

"Good, now help me get out of these clothes. I'm going to fuck you through the floor."

Matt laughed sensually as he pulled Sean's t-shirt over his head. "Promise?"

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