Shawn grinned at all the faces forcing themselves to smile while looking at him. They had all come from the ring, and the blonde was definitely enjoying his welcoming party... "Gentlemen! You all look so happy to see me. Is there something you'd like to say...?"

"Uh... We just... Ummm... We wanted to see how've you been..." Benoit said and coughed a little. "Pretty well, right?"

"Oh yeah! Very well." Shawn gave them another dazzling smile. "But.. Well... There is something I don't feel so well about..."

"I can cheer you up, Shawn!" Randy offered. "I know a great bar we can go to hang out in..."

"That's nice of you, Randy... But I don't know if I want any of you helping me. See- Randy you've 'legend killed' me." Shawn said and air quoted. "Dave, you've compared me to a bowel movement, Benoit- eh, I can take ya or leave ya. Jericho, you've done your best to imitate and humiliate me. Trips- I don't want to stand here all night but hell you sure ain't invited to my New Year's party. Oh and Edge. Edge, Edge, Edge... I'd love to run you over."

"Do we have any chance in this thing?" Jericho grumbled, but Shawn gave a nod.

"Oh yes! But I could seriously need my car waxed and detailed, my shoes shinned, my dogs walked, my dry cleaning picked up..."

Everyone scattered like mad, leaving a very happy Shawn left in the empty backroom- whistling as he went out to get his car.

~

The next week rolled around and so far he got a literal truckload of 'I'm sorry, let's be friends' gifts from Hunter, flowers, a new leather jacket and a motorcycle from Batista. But nothing from Edge. Obviously he wasn't interested sucking up. He busied himself with a book Benoit sent over, relaxing in his hotel room after RAW. Despite Edge not trying to butter him up, he WAS staring at Shawn more than necessary with a hungry look in his eyes. Obviously, he was going to be targeted for several spears in the next few weeks.

There was a knock at the hotel door, and Shawn- groaning loudly in protest- went up to get the door. There was Edge, looking predatory at him. "Shawn..."

"What do you want?" He asked, looking up to the taller man with icy blue eyes.

"I'm not going to lie, Shawn. My chances are slim to none in that chamber with you as ref. So... I've come to do something about that."

"Yeah...? So where's my gift?"

"You ain't getting a gift. You're getting better than that."

Shawn crossed his arms and sighed. "Oh yeah? What's better than a gift?"

"Ultimate satisfaction." He grabbed Shawn by the front of his shirt, ripping the material in his fists. "I'm going to show you that I'm ready for the title- that I'm a man."

"...By ripping my shirt?"

"No, you fucking blonde." Edge growled and shoved Shawn toward the bed. "By giving you what you need."

"Oh what, by letting you fuck me into the mattress?" He snapped and shoved Edge back. "What do you think I am anyway?!"

"I may never have held that title, but I'm more adult than you'll ever be. You're irresponsible, self destructive and selfish- That's what I think you are."

"Well then you're wrong! I am none of those things, damn it! And I-" He began but was cut off by the younger man as he smashed their mouths together in a demanding kiss. Edge put his knee between Shawn's legs forcing them to spread a bit, rubbing his groin roughly. Shawn groaned loudly, clawing at Edge's back. "More..." He hissed.

The taller man shoved the blonde back on the bed, grabbing Shawn's belt whipping it off. He popped the top button on his tight jeans open to discard them as well. "No underwear?"

"Almost never." He grinned skimming off his tank top. Edge licked his lips eagerly, his eyes lingering up and down Shawn's taut body. "Like what you see, Edge...?"

"Ohh you bet..." Edge smiled pushed Shawn to a laying position on the bed, grabbing his thighs and pushing them up to Shawn's shoulders. "Look at this ass..." He purred biting at his cheeks and lapping at his flesh. "Nice and firm."

Shawn yelped as Edge started biting him, wiggling against Edge. "That hurts!"

"Do you think I care...?"

"No?"

"Exactly." Edge grinned and smacked his thigh.

"No one's ever treated me like you do..." He purred looking up at his younger blonde lover. "No one's ever been so rough..."

"Because I know that you don't need a man to be good to you, you need to be whipped into shape." He said pulling out his hand lotion from his jean pocket. "Do you want to be fucked, Shawn..?" He asked rubbing the inner part of Shawn's thigh.

He nodded and bit his lip, groaning at the thought of Edge's cock throbbing inside of him. "Yes, please..."

"Then undress me first." He ordered as he sat back against the headboard.

Shawn stood up and eagerly ran his hands up Edge's strong chest, unbuttoning it quickly. He went straight to his nipples, sucking hungrily on them. Edge stroked his hair appreciatively, enjoying the silky feel and the jolts of pleasure that Shawn's mouth was bringing. "Yes, that's it..." He groaned and forced the older man's head down further.

He got the hint; pulling Edge's vinyl pants down. The Canadian's erection was standing proud under a blue thong, which Shawn quickly discarded. His mouth flew to the head of his cock, licking the tip with the broad part of his tongue slowly. Edge groaned-- pushing Shawn's head down forcefully on his length, shoving him up and down. "Okay... That's enough..." He whispered practically drooling watching the beauty on cock- but he had other things he needed to do to Shawn.

Shawn groaned and pulled off of him, his lips coated with Edge's precum. "Mmmm..."

Edge took the lube and squeezed a liberal amount of it on his erection. He patted his lap, as Shawn crawled up on him. "Ride it."

The blonde nodded eagerly shoving himself down on the hard flesh. "O-Oh yeah..." Shawn's eye lids fluttered shut. "Edge..."

"Bounce on it..." He growled slapping Shawn's thigh smartly.

Shawn started slamming his hips down on Edge's lap, impaling himself on his erection over and over- howling softly. Edge buried his face onto Shawn's neck. "Oh yeah, baby... Yeah..." He panted as he squeezed his erection. "You want to come?"

He whimpered and nodded- "Yes, please Edge..."

Edge, in the wink of an eye, had Shawn flat on his back. The mattress and spring board creaked and groaned as Edge fucked him deep and hard. Shawn howled loudly, digging and clawing at Edge's back frantically. One more hard thrust to his prostrate had him shooting cum on Edge's stomach as the younger man came hard into Shawn's tight ass. He collapsed on the smaller man, his heart beat starting to slow down. "Did you like that...?"

"Best gift I got so far." Shawn grinned threading his fingers through Edge's hair.

~

For the past weeks leading up to the pay per view, Edge's opponents were beginning to get worried. Shawn was limping around a lot and refusing to sit down, and wincing every time he took a bump and landed on his ass. Apparently Edge was going to have one hell of an advantage going into the chamber- and hell, they were jealous. Who would have thought that fucking the ref would have paid off so well?

Fin.

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