Chapter One

Brock carefully removed himself from his lover and lay down next to the smaller man. His hand reached out to trace the lines of his lover's chest and he flinched when Zach slapped the hand away. "Shit, Brock, why do you always have to be such a needy bitch?"

"I'm sorry." Brock lowered his eyes, hiding the pain in their blue depths.

He could feel the mattress shift as Zach moved to sit up, reaching for the wet towel Brock had set by the bed earlier. "I don't know why I put up with you."

"I'm sorry, Zach."

The smaller man sighed and tossed the towel to the blonde man before lying back down. "You're always sorry. But I love you anyway. Don't know why sometimes but I do. Now turn off the light and let's get some sleep."

Brock did as he was told, cleaning himself off quickly then laying the towel on the bedside table before turning off the light. Lying down, he listened to Zach's breathing slow as the man quickly fell asleep and he wanted to reach over and hold his lover, cuddle against him. Instead, he tuned away from Zach to resist temptation. Zach liked his space and he did not like being woken up. So, Brock closed eyes, holding a pillow tightly against his chest and tried to sleep, ignoring the feeling of emptiness and loneliness filling his heart.

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Billy Kidman was on his knees, intricate leather collar around his neck and the attached leash allowing him just enough movement to complete his assigned task. His fingers were laced together behind his head as his teeth gripped a corner of denim, tugging until the snap closure came undone. A large hand stroked his hair in approval as he nuzzled at the jeans until his tongue found the zipper clasp and began to maneuver it to where his teeth could get a good grip to pull it lower, a task made more difficult by the fact that the jeans were tight over his master's erection.

Nudging the material wider, Billy smiled as the large man standing over him hissed in pleasure. It was a matter of pride to Billy that his lover could never remain silent with him. Working on one side then the other, the raven-haired cruiserweight pulled the jeans down long muscled legs. It took quite a bit of time but neither man minded. Eventually, the large man stepped out of the denim pooled around his feet. "Now the rest, boy."

Billy was even slower and more careful as he began to work black briefs down muscled hips and strong legs, careful not to cause comfort or touch his master's aching erection. Soon, the last of his lover's clothing was pooled on the floor and the big man gave him a curt command to heel. Billy brought his hands forward and crawled along the floor at his Master's side, resuming his kneeling position beside the couch when the big man sat down.

"You know what to do, boy, get to it."

Billy maneuvered around to kneel between the man's legs. Keeping his eyes averted as he ran his tongue up the man's erection, smiling at the ensuing groan. Repeating the action, he let his lips close briefly over the tip of the large cock then moved down to lick and nuzzle at his lover's tightening balls.

A large hand tangled in his hair, pulling him back slightly and redirecting him. "Don' fuckin' tease me, boy."

Mentally sighing at the man's impatience, Billy obeyed, opening his mouth and relaxing his throat to take his master's large erection inside fully. His tongue massaged the underside as his head bobbed up and down, caressing the sensitive flesh and making his lover moan even louder. The hand gripping his hair directed his movements as did the tightly gripped leash and Billy gave into it, relinquishing all control as the hot flesh drove in and out of his mouth.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah, right there boy."

Billy felt the man's body tense seconds before he tasted his lover's release and he hungrily swallowed it down, forcing his throat to stay loose as the man thrust as deep as he could, head thrown back in pleasure.

Billy was panting when his master freed him to settle back onto his knees. He was hot and horny and he needed more. Keeping his eyes on the floor, he waited for the next command. "Get on the bed, Billy."

As quickly and gracefully as he could, he climbed on the bed and resumed his kneeling position, facing the headboard, knowing what was coming next. The only thing his master enjoyed as much as a blowjob was to watch. Billy felt the mattress shift as another large man settled behind him. Soft lips pressed against his shoulder as large hands settled on his hips, pulling him back to straddle hard thighs. A soft voice whispered in his ear, "Close your eyes and dream."

Billy obeyed, lowering his eyelids to block out the sight of the tattooed forearms of the man behind him as hands ran over his thighs. His own hands reached back to caress the other man's sides as he ground his ass back against hard arousal. In his mind, it was not Sean O'Haire stroking and massaging his back before pushing him forward and pressing slicked fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. It was not shaggy brown hair that caressed his skin as his partner's head bent forward and lay against his shoulder, it was black hair, long and wavy.. The teeth nipping at his shoulder blade bit softer in his mind and the blue eyes were lighter, brighter. It was not Sean inside him, thrusting and filling him again and again, and Billy bit his lip to keep from screaming a name that did not belong to anyone in the room. Instead he mewled and whined and purred when his fantasy became real enough for him to forget about Sean who silenced whispered words against Billy's skin.

To the side, there was growling moan, a sign to the two of them that their watcher was close to ecstasy again and they moved faster until Billy cried out, arching against Sean as the large man's hands tightened on his lean hips, pulling him back hard with a low snarl as Sean found his release deep inside the cruiserweight's body.

Carefully disengaging from each other, Billy slipped off the bed to kneel beside it while Sean walked away, coming back quickly with several warm, wet towels. He passed one to the watcher then crouched next to Billy, removing the leash and softly cleaning the smaller man, his touch gentle but thorough.

The third man finished cleaning himself off then stood up and stretched. "Damn, you two are always hot together. `M gonna sleep well tonight."

Sean lifted Billy and carried him to one of the beds. Laying down and covering them both with a blanket, he curled his large body around Billy's as they both closed their eyes. The man known as the Undertaker stepped up to the bed and bent down to kiss each of them with a smile. "Damn hot. Jus' cain't figure out why in the hell you both always close your eyes when you fuck." He slipped into the other bed and turned off the lights.

Neither man answered him, only bidding him soft good nights before seeking their own dreams. There was no answer to his question that the Undertaker would be happy with because the truth was, in their minds, they had never fucked each other. Billy didn't know who Sean though of when he was inside the cruiserweight and he never asked just as the large man never questioned the identity of Billy's mental lover. It was enough that they knew what the other was doing and they could close their eyes and dream and make love without the guilt of trying to lie to each other.

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