Title: Stop In The Name of The Law
Author: Frala
Email: frala@hotmail.com
Rating: NC 17 Slash
Content: sex, swearing
Summary: With the help of Mike Sanders, Lance tries get over his Kronik infatuation.
Author's Website: Perchance To Dream

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"Well, well, well, Commissioner Storm." Brian Adams cocked an eyebrow as Lance Storm walked past him and his partner Bryan Clark.

"That's ex Commish... B." Clark threw his arm over Adams shoulder.

Adams nodded. "Right... Bry... I forgot." His eyes swept up Lance's body noting that he was back in his more familiar jeans and tight t shirt.

Lance closed his eyes, his mind screaming for him to just ignore them and keep walking, his curiosity and horniness wanting him to turn and catch one last glimpse of them. Of course his libido won out. Turning around Lance's words died on his lips as he took in the sight of the two members of Kronik as they leaned against the wall kissing each other lightly.

Adams hands cupped Clark's ass, grinding their hips together. Lance's eyes traveled both their powerful bodies deciding that it should be against the law for either of them to wear anything but sleeveless shirts and tight jeans. He laughed slightly thinking if he was still Commissioner that he'd have made that particular law a priority. Hell he'd even volunteer to be the enforcer and dole out the punishment.

"Something you want, Storm?" Clark pulled back from Adams slightly, his hands still roaming along his back.

"Umm..." Lance bit his lip deciding against screaming 'you' and leaping at them. "You wanted me... for something."

"Did we." Adams grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, his breath warm against Lance's cheek.

Lance felt his knees grow weak as Adams' tongue flicked against his bottom lip tracing the out line then sucking it into his mouth and abruptly releasing it.

"Wha..." Lance's eyes snapped open as he was shoved back slightly and the other men resumed kissing, though their hands still held on to his shirt keeping him close, forcing him to watch as they deepened their kiss.

Lance's body tightened in response as the watched, transfixed by the sight of their tongues twining together, a slow burn began in his stomach, swirling throughout his body before settling in his crotch, his cock pressing almost painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

Clark's big hand slid down Lance's chest to cup against the front of his jeans. "Are you sure that you don't want us?"

"No..." Lance blurted his eyes nearly bugging out when he realized what he'd said. "Wait I... I..."

"You what?" Adams turned around.

"I... I..." Lance stammered a little embarrassed to just come right out and say 'I want you to take me home and fuck me senseless... over and over.'

"You had your chance, Commish." Clarke grinned, grabbing Lance by the shoulders and pulling him up for a rough kiss then dropping him back to the ground.

Before he could recover from that Lance was picked up just as roughly by Adams but kissed softly, the big man's tongue sliding inside his mouth twining with his own, only breaking the kiss when the need for both of them to breathe became an issue. "Maybe some other time." Adams grinned setting Lance back onto his feet. "We'll catch you later."

"I... I..." Was all Lance could mange to say as he watched the two men walk away. His mind whirled with both the kisses and the fact that somehow he had managed to turn down a night of sex... quite possibly the best night of sex he'd ever have without really knowing how it had happened. A hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts.

"Just play the game man." Mike Sanders threw an arm over Lance's shoulders. "Just play the game."

"Game..." Lance shook his head. "What fucking game?" He would have moved away from Mike but liked the way the older man's hand felt rubbing light circles on his shoulder.

"Their game... they did the same to me... totally fucking frustrating." Mike sounded mad but his eyes softened.

"Did what?" Lance swallowed nervously.

"You'll just have to wait and find out." Mike grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Believe me it is worth it." The lustful expression in Mike's eyes told Lance more than an hour of vivid description could.

Lance laughed as he wondered if he could talk Mike into giving him an hour of vivid description, maybe that'd stop the lust that was raging through his body... better yet. He brought his hand to Mike's waist pulling him in a little closer, liking the way he felt pressed against him.

"What are you dong tonight?" Lance kissed him softly.

Mike's grin widened. "Going back to your hotel?"

"Great." Lance grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the car, stopping to grab both their bags.

Adams and Clark leaned against their rental car, watching the other men. "You think Mike'll do it?" Clark asked.

"Yeah... Mikey's cool." Adams opened the door. "Of course he is going to more than take the edge off all our hard work... so to speak."

"Right." Clark settled in the driver's seat and started the car. "I've got a little hard... work that needs attending too myself."

"Little." Adams cocked an eyebrow, his hand already delving inside Clark's pants, stroking his massive erection.

"I don't like to brag." Clark groaned as his partner's thumb slid over the head of his cock.

Adams pressed his lips to the side of Clark's face. "Yeah right."

"Fuck you." Clark growled.

"Drive faster then, baby." Adams nibbled on his earlobe, stroking him slowly.

They arrived at the hotel in record time, pulling in and smiling as they spied Mike and Lance just ahead of them stepping into the elevator.

"Yeah Mikey is definitely going to take the edge off." Adams grinned as they watched the two younger men immediately lunged forward kissing passionately as the elevator doors slid shut.

Lance pulled back his eyes wide as Mike sank to his knees and unzipped his jeans, taking his cock into his mouth and began sucking, bobbing his head bringing Lance close to orgasm within seconds. Mike pulled back as a soft 'ping' announced that the doors were about to open again. Rising to his feet quickly Mike just managed to tuck Lance's cock back into his pants and zip him up as the doors swung open.

His face burning with excitement tinged with embarrassment at almost getting caught, Lance took Mike's hand into his and held it as an older couple stepped into the small elevator shaft.

The couple was in the throes of an argument and clearly didn't care who knew about it. Mike caught Lance's eye and winked, laying a hand on the short woman's shoulder and giving her a sympathetic look.

Her face lit up as she realized she had a willing audience and began to spout off about her husband who just rolled his eyes and snorted when he didn't agree with her. "You are so fucking wrong." His voice was tight with anger but his eyes sparkled.

"I am not... you're fucking wrong... ass." She smiled at Mike again.

"Stop flirting with him." The man stopped smiling suddenly and stepped closer to Mike and Lance then took in their clutched hands sensing that his wife hadn't noticed that yet. An evil smile appeared on his face and he cocked an eyebrow at the other men and winked at Lance.

Mike coughed to hide his laugh as the man turned to his wife who was still spouting off about her husband and men in general, giving Mike half smiles as she spoke as if to say that she wasn't including him in her lumping of all men.

"I said stop flirting with him... how would you like it if I..." He grabbed Lance by the shoulders and kissed him flush on the lips.

Lance pushed him back while Mike nearly fell to the floor he was laughing so hard.

"I'd... she grabbed her husbands hand and puled him closer. "Say forget about what we were fighting about, let's go back to our room." The doors opened and they stumbled out, already kissing as they walked down the hallway.

"Mmm..." Mike's laugh had turned to helpless giggles as he once again sank to the floor. "Now where was I?"

Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed Mike by the shoulders pulling him up to his feet. "You know as much as I thought that I'd never turn down a blow job." He grinned, kissing Mike softly. "I don't think my ego can handle you laughing while doing it. Besides I've just been used as a plaything in a weird couple's sex games."

If Mike didn't know better he'd swear that Lance was pouting. "Do you feel all cheap and sleazy now?"

"Yeah." Lance's bottom lip was just a shade pushed out further than his top one.

Mike grinned pressing his body to Lance's flicking his tongue against his ear. "Good." Their lips met in a hungry almost feral kiss then once again sprang apart as the 'ping' alerted them that the doors were opening once again.

This time two half drunken young men stepped inside. If the names printed on their shirts were any indication they were Brad and Lucas. "Hey I know you." Brad pointed at Lance, cocking an eyebrow.

"Ohh... ohh... so do I." Lucas laughed. "It's true... it's true."

Lance rolled his eyes but smiled. "No."

"Yeah... Angle that's it... Kurt Angle." Brad high fived Lucas as they both laughed in triumph. "The American hero... heeeeey..."

"Guys listen I'm n..." Lance broke off as Brad began talking again.

"How come you got a Canadian shirt on if you're an American Hero?" Brad looked at Lance's 'Canada kicks ass' shirt.

"I'm not Kurt Angle... I'm La..." Lance threw his hands up in the air at being interrupted again.

"Yeah... you should have like an America kicks ass shirt on." Lucas nodded.

"Yeah he so should." Brad agreed. "That's like false advertising man."

"I..." Lance shouted. "Am not Kurt Angle... I'm Lance Storm."

"Ohhhh... I get it now." Brad slapped Lucas on the chest. "You're incognito?"

"Cool man... we won't blow your cover." Lucas agreed.

Lance just snorted as the doors opened. "Bye Kurt... erm... we mean Lance." Lucas called giving him a quick thumbs up and looking very pleased for himself.

Lance returned his thumbs up then flipped his hand over extending his middle finger in place of his thumb as the doors closed.

"And they say Canadians are polite." Mike clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"They were idiots." Lance argued.

"Ahhh... so ya'll pick and choose who you're polite too then?" Mike grinned seeing the colour rise in Lance's neck.

Lance sighed knowing that Mike was just having him on. "Shouldn't you be giving me head?" He pressed his hands against Mike's shoulder pushing him down slightly.

"No way... you've been used as an old straight man's sexual plaything..." Mike wrinkled his nose. "Do you think I want anything to do with a strumpet like you?"

"Strumpet." Lance roared then collapsed in helpless laughter as did Mike they spilled into the hallway as the elevator stopped at Lance's floor, their hands still clutched together as they leaned against the heavy burgundy door kissing softly, small giggles still escaping even as they kissed.

Adams and Clark stepped off the elevator spying Lance and Mike kissing and hung back a little and Clark looked down at his key card. "Looks like we're right next door to them B."

"Great." Adams smiled. "Well let's go have some fun then." Adams kissed Clark softly pulling him down the hall as Mike and Lance went inside their room.

"Mmmm..." Mike pulled back from Lance pulling his own shirt off then the younger man's. They wasted no time in stripping off their clothes and falling together on the bed, hands and lips exploring each other's bodies.

Lance leaned back against the pillows looking down his body as Mike pressed soft kisses along his lower stomach, swirling his tongue over the muscled flesh, going lower with every sweep of his tongue yet managing to miss Lance's cock each time.

Mike continued to tease Lance, flicking his tongue against the younger man's thigh, slowly working his way up to Lance's cock.

"Uhhh... yes." Lance sighed as Mike's lips closed over the head of his cock, curling his tongue around the ridge, slowly working the thick shaft into his mouth, relaxing his throat muscles as Lance arched upward filling Mike's mouth.

"Sorry..." Lance laid his hand against Mike's cheek.

Mike pulled back slightly, his eyes watering a little. "I'll take it as a compliment." He grinned, taking the shaft back into his mouth and sucking noisily, bringing his hands up to cup his balls squeezing gently, his own cock throbbing between his legs, begging for release.

As if sensing Mike's need Lance grasped his shoulders, wincing at the loss of heat around his cock, and pulled him up rolling over so that he was on top and kissing Mike hard, reaching between them Lance began stroking Mike's cock.

"Lube... pocket..." Mike groaned gesturing to his discarded pants.

Lance rolled off of him reaching for and finding the small tube, squeezing a generous glob out and coating his fingers with it then jumping back on top of the older man resuming kissing him. Sliding his hand lower Lance inserted two long fingers inside Mike sliding them in and out slowly allowing him to adjust to the invasion.

Sucking on Lance's tongue as pleasure washed over him Mike widened his legs pressing down against Lance's fingers, groaning as he added a third and began a harder rhythm. "Fuck me... m'ready..." Mike gasped, his lips parted as Lance's fingers slipped from him and the broad head of his cock slowly worked past the tight ring of muscles, pushing inside of him, rocking back out and pushing back in until he as fully seated.

Lance held still letting Mike be the one to make the first move when he was ready. His hands cupping the older man's face as he leaned in close kissing him softly, Lance pressed his lips to Mike's lips and cheeks whispering soft words to him as he began wiggling his hips a little. "You okay?" Lance whispered.

"God yes..." Mike bit his bottom lip lifting his hips to Lance's urging him on, his hands pressed firmly against Lance's back.

"Good." Lance began thrusting softly at first working his hips faster with every stroke, angling his thrusts to graze Mike's prostate, reaching down once again to began stroking his cock in the same rhythm.

Their bodies found the perfect rhythm each movement bringing both them and the other more pleasure, their lips crushed together muffling most of their moans. "Mmm... uhhh... fuck." Lance could take no more as his hips ground tightly against Mike's ass, his cock jerking as it shot creamy bursts deep inside of him.

Mike's hips snapped back and forth trying to carry the rush of liquid inside of him to his own orgasm, he almost cried out as Lance slipped from him. Only to gasp in pleasure as Lance took his cock into his mouth easily sliding it all the way inside and bobbing his head in quick movements.

"Ohhh god I'm gonna shoot." Mike nearly whimpered as Lance sucked hard on the head while stroking the base in firm strokes. "Ohh yesss." Mike's nearly screamed as he came.

Lance continued sucking hard, swallowing each burst that hit the back of his throat, still working his hands until the older man was milked dry. "Damn." Lance licked his lips.

"Damn." Mike echoed reaching for Lance and pulling him up, sharing a long kiss with him.

Mike closed his eyes his breathing evening out almost immediately as Lance shifted so that his head was cradled against his shoulder and placed a kiss against Mike's soft brown hair suddenly realizing that he could hear muffled noises from next door.

"Hmm... I wonder who it is?" He closed his eyes, knowing that practically the whole fed was staying at the same hotel.

"Mmmm... Bry...fuck me... harder..." Adams' shout was clearly heard in the next room.

Lance's eyes snapped open. "Ohh God." He sighed shifting so that he was leaning against the headboard making the soft noises more audible.

Mike hid his smile still feigning sleep as he snuggled in closer to Lance, his hand 'accidentally' falling into Lance's lap, his knuckles brushing his cock.

Adams and Clark shared a smile as they rose to their knees. They had been keeping kind of quiet until they were sure that the other men were done so that they could give Lance the full treatment.

Rising to his knees Adam's grasped the headboard as the new position allowed his partner deeper penetration. "Aww... damn Bry." Adams thrust back strongly, the sounds of their flesh slapping together almost as loud as their moans.

Lance closed his eyes, his cock now rigid again as he imagined the goings on next door, complete with sound effects. Looking down at Mike he nudged him slightly then sighed when the only reaction he got was a soft moan and lips brushing against his chest as Mike's head slipped down and came to rest against his thigh.

Mike bit the inside of his cheek at Lance's sigh of frustration. He was pretty frustrated himself but decided to go along with the plan. His own cock ached as he listened to the sounds coming from next door, his own mental pictures more powerful than Lance's as he had actually seen the show in person.

"That's it B... ohh yeah... work my cock baby." Clark groaned as he deepened his thrusts, slamming almost ferociously into his partner, reaching around to stroke his cock in long strokes.

Lance sighed again then unable to resist any longer grasped his cock in his hand and began stroking it in the same rhythm as the two men next door were keeping, the slamming of the headboard against the wall making it even easier to keep time.

Within minutes his cock was once again swelling signaling the onset of orgasm.

Mike bit his lip to keep quiet and clenched his hands in the sheets willing himself not to flip over and wrap his lips around Lance's cock.

"Ooooh fuck Bry... mmmm..." Adams tilted his head back kissing Clark hungrily as thick jets of cum spilled out over his hand.

Clark lifted his slick hand to his mouth licking it clean before slamming inside of Adams one last time and stilling his hips as he too came, their moans silencing as they kissed again the creaking of the bed and knocking of the headboard leaving them in silence.

Lance's hips snapped up, his cock began spurting globs of cum that landed on his fist, stomach and Mike's face. "Fuck." He managed to squeak out as his head rested against the headboard.

Adams and Clark lay in each other's arms twin smiles plastered on their faces as they heard Lance's soft sigh.

Mike waited until Lance fell asleep before moving. Swiping his fingers along his cheek he licked Lance's cum from his fingers then bent his head and lapped up the creamy liquid from his stomach as well then snuggled against him joining him in sleep.

Arriving at the house show the next night Lance wasn't sure if he was happy or dismayed to see that he and Mike Awesome were booked against Kronik.

"Shit." He groaned.

"Problem Lance?" A smooth voice whispered in his ear.

Lance turned around a wide smile splitting his face at seeing Mike Sanders. "Nah... not really." They kissed softly.

Mike grinned. "Cool... I'll catch ya later then.... Chuck's callin me."

"Ohh yeah definitely." Lance grinned back.

Mike looked at the booking sheet. "Oh and have a great match." He winked then turned to walk the opposite way.

"Right." Lance sighed as he watched Adams and Clark stroll across the hallway slipping into a dressing room. Lance's body tightened at just the sight of them. "Shit." He groaned. "How am I going to get through this?"

"Hey Lance." Mike Awesome appeared at his side, a warm grin plastered on his face. "What's wrong?" His smile faded as he took in Lance's dour expression.

"Nothing... just that we're fighting Kronik." Lance sighed.

Awesome laughed, hugging Lance. "Hey... it's better than jobbing to Hugh."

Lance couldn't help but laugh. "That, my friend, is true." He burst into wild laughter as he realized what he'd just said.

"Hey baby." Mike Sanders appeared again at his other side. "Sayin shit like that ain't gonna help out your cause Kurt." Mike joined him in laughter.

Awesome shook his head and clapped Lance on the shoulder. "Catch ya later buddy."

Lance could only nod as the big man walked away, he and Mike leaned together as they laughed before Lance found himself pushed by Mike into the partway open door behind them and kissed hungrily by the older man.

"You busy tonight?" Mike pressed his lips to the sensitive skin behind Lance's ear, trailing his lips up to tease the skin at his hair line.

"I sure as fuck hope so." Lance grinned pressing his lips to Mike's again.

"Great." Mike cupped his ass, pulling Lance in close so that their crotches ground together, each of them fully aware that the other was almost fully aroused. "See you after the show." He kissed Lance again then left with a broad grin on his face.

Lance leaned back against the wall. "This must be a fucking conspiracy." He groaned as he walked down the hallway toward Team Canada's dressing room, kicking the door open. He groaned even louder as his eyes came to rest on Chris Ford on his knees in front of Awesome, bobbing his head as the big man's fingers coiled in his long silky hair. Loud moans slipped from Awesome's lips as he neared orgasm.

Sitting on the bench next to Elix who was also enjoying the show Lance sighed, his cock was now almost painfully erect, pressing against the restraining denim of his jeans. "Fuck it." He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips, taking his boxers with them and ignoring his erection pulled up his red and black tights. At least they wouldn't be as restraining as the jeans.

Elix sighed. "I'll be back in a few minutes." His own erection was obvious as he stood up.

Lance smiled. "Billy's about two doors down. I just saw him."

"Thanks man." Elix nearly ran from the room.

Lance allowed his mind to wander a bit as he continued watching. Remembering the amazing sex he and Mike had shared last night, but mostly remembering the brief moment he was crushed in both members of Kronik's arms, and how fucking amazing just the kiss had felt. He could only imagine what actually fucking them would be like.

Awesome's loud grunt as he came broke Lance's fantasy, his eyes snapped open just in time to see Chris rise to his feet and kiss his lover before turning to Lance a slight frown on his face. "You enjoy the show?"

Lance grinned. "Yeah... I did."

Chris smiled, looking Lance up and down. "I can see that." His eyes fixed on the outline of Lance's hard cock.

"Don't flatter yourself baby." Awesome laughed. "Lance has been walking around like that since the Pay Per View..." He cuffed the side of Lance's cheek playfully. "He's hooked on the Kronik."

"Ahhhh..." Chris grinned. "I thought it was a certain other loud mouth ex commissioner." He broke of in a grin as Awesome kissed him.

A grin spread across Lance's face as he thought of Mike. "We've got a match." Lance cleared his throat loudly. "You need to get more serious man. I think you need more Canadian training." This would have been a more effective threat had Lance not been grinning the whole time. Lace smiled as much as he wanted Kronik he was as excited to be hooking up with Mike later in the evening as well.

"I'm ready." Awesome shrugged. "See ya." He kissed Chris then opened the door allowing Lance to leave before him.

Lance stared at the entranceway almost messing up his anti-American spiel as he waited for Kronik to interrupt the playing of O Canada.

"Be careful Lance... remember Bisch wants this to be 'family entertainment' and you already swore on Nitro last week." Mike whispered in his ear. "What would they say if you popped a woody in the ring... or came in your tights?"

Lance almost cracked a smile, biting down hard on the inside of his cheeks as the pounding rhythm of Kronik's music hit.

Adams and Clark walked toward the ring, playing up to the crowd, slapping hands then hopping into the ring and immediately attacked Lance and Mike.

Awesome toppled over the top rope and lay stunned on the floor. "That's for fucking us over." Clark shouted jumping over the ropes and kicking the fallen man.

Awesome lay on his back trying to catch his breath. "Fuck." He groaned as he rolled over trying to get to his feet only to once again feel a huge boot coming into contact with his ribs, actually coming in contact this time. "Hey Clark... why so fuckin stiff?"

Clark smiled. "Just a little appreciation for the great impression you did of me on Sunday."

"Well you know what they say." Awesome punched him in the side. "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

"Ohhh that's what that was?" Clark picked him up and threw him to the mat. "Here I thought it was you trying to screw me and B over. You want me... that's what it was all about?"

Mike popped to his feet. "You wish." He clotheslined him over the top rope then retreated to his corner at the ref's urging.

Clark stood up walking to his own corner both men paying attention to the in ring action. Lance had been holding his own for about two seconds before Adams crushed him in a massive bear hug, shaking him from side to side as if he weighed nothing.

Lance was left helpless to do anything but tighten his arms around the larger man's neck and his legs around his waist as his body rocked against Adams'. He pressed his face against Adams' neck, inhaling deeply, the musky vaguely sweaty odor only serving to inflame his body even further.

"Wa... offfff." Lance grunted as he was released from Adams grip and thrown to the mat hard enough that his only thoughts were regaining the ability to breathe.

"Go get 'em, Bry..." Adams slapped Clark's hand and watched his partner climb over the ropes and pick Lance up to his feet, grasping him by the waistband of his tights and lifting him up above his head.

Looking down at the glossy black curls atop Clark's head Lance nearly screamed when the big man's mouth pressed against the rock hard, spandex covered flesh of his cock sucking hard enough for Lance to feel. He couldn't help but smile as the crowd roared its approval of Clark's actions. If only they knew what they were cheering for... Lance almost smiled as he found himslef flat on his back again, the crowd screaming, the knowledge that he couldn't possibly be more than one touch away from coming nearly making him burst into insane laughter.

"Come on Lance." Awesome roared his long arm stretched out as far as it could reach.

Lance cocked his head and slowly began to inch toward the corner slapping his hand weakly with his partner's, managing to keep his face serious though he was brimming with hysteria.

Adams and Clark leaned together letting Lance escape the ring for the moment at least, they knew that they was close to causing the kind of incident that couldn't just be explained away with an 'Ooops I kinda got carried away there Bisch.'

"You're up B." Clark slapped Adams' shoulder.

"Damn right." Adams looked down at his own burgeoning erection.

Fighting evenly with Awesome for a few minutes Adam's hazarded a quick look at Lance, deciding that he looked recovered enough he chopped Awesome across the chest and threw him over the top rope.

"You're mine Storm." Adams pointed across the ring.

Lance felt his knees go week, a cross between a wistful sigh and a strangled laugh escaped his lips as Adams grabbed him by the arm and threw him to the mat face down then leaping on top of him and cinching in a choke hold.

Adams mouth was bare centimeters away from Lance's ear. "You like this don't ya? Can you feel how much I like it?" He wiggled his hips, his erection coming into contact with Lance's thigh.

Despite the strong arms holding him still Lance managed to nod, a flash of desire rocking his body as Adams chuckled.

"That's what I thought." Adam released the hold flipping Lance onto his back and sliding up his body, lifting one of Lance's legs high in the air for the pin.

Dimly hearing the echo of the ref's hand hit the mat three times Lance was only brought out of the daze he was in when he felt the weight that head been pressing his body lift.

Adams and Clark hugged and clapped each other on the back as they walked up the ramp to the cheers of the crowd.

Awesome crawled back into the ring, helping Lance out, practically having to carry him to the back much to the delight of the crowd, who lustily booed the much hated team.

Chris burst into laughter as the returning members of Team Canada stepped back into the shared dressing room. "Great show... guys." His words came in bursts. "Reallyfuckinggreat..."

"Fuck off Chris." Lance sat on a bench.

"Noo... no come on Lance...if... if that was filmed..." Chris's next words were cut off by Awesome's lips as he kissed his lover and pulled him out of the locker room.

"See ya." Awesome grinned as Lance stood up to go get a shower.

"Yeah." Lance muttered, peeling of his tights, kicking his boots off. Looking around to make sure he was alone he sighed, this was beginning to become a habit now. One hand curled around the base of his cock trailing along its hard length, a low moan slipping from his lips.

Conjuring up the feel of Adams body pressed to his, Clarks mouth against his cock, both men kissing him as he stroked his cock, Lance wasn't surprised to find himself scant minutes alter arching his hips as cum gushed out over his hand.

Lifting his hand to his mouth Lance rose to his feet and licked himself clean stopping dead in his tracks as he entered the shower, his eyes bugging out, his cock once again snapping to attention.

"See something you like baby?" Adams husky voice carried over the noise of the water as well as the loud groans emitting from Clark as Adams pumped inside of him while his hand worked his cock in long even strokes.

Lance could do nothing to stop the moan that built is his chest from spilling out of his mouth. His strangled moan only got him a wicked grin from both other men. Adams guided Clark to the floor so that he was on his knees, staying with him, still thrusting strongly both of them grunting in pleasure.

"C'mere Storm." Clark moaned reaching for the younger man.

Lance stepped forward his heart beating wildly, nearly dropping to his own knees as Clark's tongue flicked against the smooth skin at the head of his cock, blowing soft bursts of air against the twitching flesh.

"Ohhh fuck..." Lance's breath came out in one long sigh.

"Ooooh yeah baby." Adams moaned reaching around Clark's body and stroking his cock in the same rhythm as he slammed his hips against his ass, his cock sliding against the taunt inner muscles of his ass. "I told you he'd like it, didn't I baby."

"Uhhh..." Clark pulled his mouth back from Lance. "Was I arguing with you? Cause I don't remember."

"I... oooohhh fuck... " Adams bit his bottom lip as Clark began swiveling his hips slightly creating more friction between them. "Maybe you weren't then Bry..."

"Uhhh... come on guys." Lance's voice was a little higher than he would have liked but he'd been pushed as far as he could take. He nearly passed out as Clark leaned forward engulfing his cock deep into his mouth and sucking noisily on his shaft.

Clark flicked his tongue along the satiny skin, teasing the ridges until Lance was bucking his hips faster, all three men keeping the same rhythm.

"Ohh yeah baby." Adams grunted burying himself inside Clark one last time his cock spurting long bursts of cum deep inside his partner.

The rush of liquid heat inside him brought Clark over, his body shuddering as cum spurt over both his and Adams hands as they milked him dry.

Lance snapped his hips forward trying to shoot as well, only to be stopped as Clark's mouth was ripped from his cock and he kissed Adams hungrily.

"Hey Lance..." Mike's voice carried in from the dressing room.

"Ohh shit... its Mike." Adams sighed.

Clark stood up. "We should go then... we don't want you to put you in an uncomfortable position."

"No I... we..." Lance bit his lip. He wasn't sure what he and Mike were... he really liked him but he right now he wanted Kronik, all he was sure of was that he couldn't be in a more uncomfortable position than he was right now.

"What... you and Mike are together, right?" Clark hid his smile behind a cough.

"Yeah... I mean no... I..." Lance shook his head. What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd never had a problem getting his point across before.

Adams smiled. "Mmmm you got any plans tonight baby?" He trailed a soapy hand along Lance's chest, knowing full well that he was supposed to meet Mike and knowing that Lance wouldn't lie.

"Shit." Lance shook his head. "Yeah I do." He frowned. Not that spending the night with Mike was a bad thing but come on. He looked at the two naked men in front of him... abso-fuking-loutley gorgeous naked willing men, his brain amended. "I might be..."

"Okay." Clark held his hand out backing away. "Some other time then. Come on B." They both wrapped towels around their waists and left through the other side of the shower stalls.

"Fuck..." Lance sighed, lifting his head up sharply as Mike called his name again.

"Hey Lance... ohhh well... well what do we have here." Mike looked pointedly at Lance's massively erect cock. "You want some help with that?" He licked his lips.

"Yes... please yes." Lance managed to moan.

"Mmm c'mere then babe." Mike motioned for him to come closer so that he wouldn't get wet.

Mike knelt and took Lance's shaft into his mouth sucking him to the point of orgasm within seconds it seemed to Lance. Just as he was about to cum Mike's phone rang and he pulled back a look of regret in his face. "Sorry babe... I need to get this. Flair is already on my ass... I can't screw up again."

Lance bit back the wail of frustration he wanted to let out. He knew Mike was right but was frustrated nonetheless as he listened to Mike's end of the conversation.

"Yeah... I'm a little busy... no... fine... I'll be right there." Mike hung up the phone and sighed. "We can finish this later?"

"Sure." Lance stepped back underneath the water after accepting a quick kiss from Mike.

Mike left, his face a pure mask of regret.

Lance looked own at his still hard cock, just as a drop of pre cum slipped from the head to the floor as though it were weeping the tears of frustration that Lance felt like weeping himself. Leaning under the spray of the warm water he grasped his hand around the base of his cock and began pumping not caring about anything but the need for release as once again he was left unsatisfied and wanting more. He came in a rush quickly finishing up his shower unaware of the three pairs of eyes watching him.

Adams and Clark slapped their hands together as they closed the door to get dressed.

"Hey guys." Mike leaned against the door of their room.

"Mikey." Clark grinned, grabbing the smaller man around the waist, pulling him in for a kiss.

Adams kissed him when Clark was done. "Every thing going according to plan?"

"Hell." Mike laughed. "Like y'all weren't watching us..."

"Just admiring your technique." Clark grinned.

"And how was it?" Mike drew his hand up the big man's chest, finding himself crushed to his massive chest with Adams warm, hard body pressing against his back.

"Fucking beautiful." Adams purred in his ear.

Mike tilted his head back as Clark's lips began teasing the cords of his neck. "Yeah... you want a demonstration close up?"

"Yes." Both men answered in unison.

"Well then." Mike pulled back smiling. "Ya know I got a little bit of a show earlier myself that I wouldn't mind a re run of." He unzipped his pants kicking them away when they hit the floor then sank to his knees, loosening the towel from Adams' waist revealing his already half erect cock.

Clark lifted Mike's shirt over his head, kissing the back of his neck as he watched Mike press his lips to Adams' shaft, licking along the underside then easing the shaft into his mouth slowly beginning to bob his head.

"Beautiful Mike." Clark nipped the skin behind his ear while sliding two long slick fingers inside of him and thrusting them lightly at first then picking up rhythm matching Mike's sucking rhythm.

"Ohh fuck yeah..." Adams groaned, his hands running through Mike's short hair, his eyes locked with Clark's loving the glazed look that passed over his lover's face as he slowly inched his cock inside Mike, rocking back and forth until he was fully seated.

Mike bucked back against the big man moaning lustily, sending vibrations through Adams body, urging him to thrust his hips stronger.

Clark thrust harder taking Mike's lead then moved his head in above Mike's kissing and licking at Adams lower stomach then whispering in Mike's ear. "Mmm... gorgeous Mikey... suck him harder baby... make him shoot down your throat."

Relaxing his throat muscles further Mike began rising and falling faster as Adams cock began to twitch a little. Adams pumped his hips against Mike's face feeling his orgasm near as he pumped, his balls slapping lightly against his cheeks.

"Ohhh yeah... you like that Mikey huh?" Clark reached around the younger man stroking his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. "You like me pounding your ass... want to feel me cum deep inside of you baby."

"Mmmm..." Mike moaned his hips pressing back meeting Clarks hard thrusts.

Adams hands grasped the back of Mike's head hard as his hips stilled as his cum gushed into the younger man's mouth, groaning as he felt the tongue flick against his shaft as Mike drained him.

"Oooohhh fuck... Bry... harder." Mike bent forward allowing Clark's cock to delve deeper, slamming his hips back with equally hard thrusts.

Adams kissed Mike hard catching his moans as Clark drove him closer to orgasm.

Clark snapped his hips forward emptying his release inside of Mike, his body shuddering against Mike's back. Mike pressed back as hard as he could trying to carry himself over then whimpering when he was unsuccessful.

"Ohhhh are you frustrated Mikey... you wanna cum baby?" Adams grinned leaning over his shoulder and kissing Clark.

"Yes... fuck." Mike shouted thrusting forward into Clark's hand.

"No need to get huffy baby." Clarke purred in his ear. "We'll finish you off." He grasped Mike around the waist and laid him on top of a bench.

"Then do it damn you." Mike growled.

"Is he ordering us around?" Clark cocked an eyebrow, keeping up the same slow torturous rhythm on Mike's cock.

"I think he is." Adams agreed. "Hmmm... such rudeness."

"Fuck..." Mike raised up on his elbows. "I'm doing everything you told me too. I went to sleep last night with one hell of a case of blue balls... Even though I really wanted to have him shoot in my mouth I left Lance in the shower when you asked..." His hips snapped up, his eyes flashed. "Now get me off dammit."

The two big men shared a grin and bent their heads each of them trailing the tip of their tongue up the sides of Mike's cock.

"Uhhh yeah like that..." Mike's hands tangled in their hair as they took turns taking him into their mouths, his hips arching up, his cock swelling within seconds.

Adams and Clark stroked the base of his cock, each of them catching the creamy bursts that spilled from the tip of Mike's cock. Their tongue tangled together tasting each other as well as Mike's cum.

"Ohh God..." Mike sighed leaning back against the bench, his eyes fixed on the two big men as they cleaned each other's faces clean of his cum. "Damn." He whispered.

"That was to your liking then?" Adams cocked an eyebrow.

Mike blushed slightly. "I... umm... yeah."

Clark laughed. "You're doing great Mikey... Lance is right where we want him."

"Well not right where we want him..." Clark laughed.

They sat together for a few moments going over tonight's plan. Mike complained that once again if everything according to plan that he would be going to be going to sleep unsatisfied. He groused until he was reminded that being fucked at least two times and sucked only God knew how many times within 24 hours could hardly be considered unsatisfying.

"Now go meet up with your new boyfriend." Clark slapped Mike on the ass.

"My what?" Mike turned to stare at them, a light blush covering his cheeks.

"Ohhhh come on Mikey don't give us that." Adams grinned. "You jumped at the chance to help us with this when you heard it was Lance."

"I... I... well so what." Mike countered. "You obviously want him too."

"We do... want him." Clark threw an arm over Clark's shoulder. "Once... as a kind of payback..."

"My ass..." Mike crossed his arms over his chest. "If this was about payback..."

"Okay we just wanted to see if he was as serious and uptight as he seems... ya know see if he was actually Dudley Do Right."

"Oh he's not." Mike smiled. "He's really funny and smart and really good in..." He noticed the twin 'I told you so' looks that appeared on their faces. "Okay fine... I like him."

"Ahhhh so for you it's Dudley Do Me Right then?" Adams grinned, his dimples making an appearance as he laughed at his own joke.

"Yeah! Actually he is." Mike grinned. "Dudley do me exactly right." He began dressing as they laughed, leaning against each other for support. Mike rolled his eyes as he left them still laughing like idiots. His cock began to twitch back to life as the mental picture of Lance in a Mountie uniform leapt into his mind.

He was still smiling as he opened the door to his hotel room and found an almost as exciting sight of Lance lying naked on his bed. "Hey." Lance grinned.

Mike's smile faded as he remembered what he had to do, he dropped his bag on the floor and sighed heavily. "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Lance sat up on the bed, his erection bobbing between his muscled legs. "Are you okay?" He stood up laying his hand against Mike's forehead.

Mike leaned against Lance and nodded his head. "I just feel kinda..."

"Come on and get in bed." Lance interrupted, guiding him to the bed and undressing him pulling the blankets up to his chin. "Do you need anything?" Lance kissed his forehead lightly then at Mike's slight shake of his head settling in next to him.

Mike snuggled against Lance and smiled as his arms tightened around him, he felt like crap lying to him like this... the urge to spill everything was on his mind but he held back knowing that he couldn't deny Lance the chance to spend the night with Adams and Clark. Nobody should be denied that.

Lance sighed lightly, curling his arms around Mike tighter trying to ignore the fact that his cock throbbed, he let his mind wander and ended up singing the theme from Rawhide trying not to giggle so that he wouldn't wake Mike who was asleep leaning against his chest.

Noise from next door broke his concentration and he groaned as he realized that it was Adams and Clark again. "Fuck." He bit his bottom lip as the obvious sound of them landing on the bed met his ears.

Adams kissed Clark hungrily, sliding up his body his hand already wrapped around his cock as they deepened their kiss their bodies rocking together.

"Mmmm... fuck me B... want to feel you inside me." Clark moaned loudly, shifting up the bed slightly so that they were as close to the wall as possible.

Lance laid the pillow over his head trying to block out the sound but he still heard the moans, the creaks of the bed, the flat sound of flesh hitting flesh.

"Fuck." Lance sighed again taking a quick glance at Mike to make sure he was still asleep Lance slid his hand down his body lightly running his fingers along his erection, arching up to his own touch.

He began pumping lightly working up to the same rhythm as the sounds coming from next door. He groaned then laughed as the thought occurred to him that he was getting entirely too good at this. 'Hell if I don't get with them soon I'll either go insane or become a best selling author on the art of self love.'

Mike lay against Lance's chest pretending to sleep wishing that his head was resting in his lap again at least then he had a chance to taste him, he wiggled away slightly as his cock began to stiffen.

Halting his movements to make sure Mike was still asleep and feeling like shit for fantasizing about other men while Mike lay sick in bed with him. A loud moan from the next room roused Lance out of his guilt as he began jerking himself off again.

Lance's hips stiffened in orgasm at the same time as Adams let loose a roar signaling his own orgasm. He closed his eyes as he lay against the pillows, sweat beading against his body as he tried to regain his normal breathing pattern.

Mike's cock throbbed painfully as he struggled to keep his eyes closed.

Reaching for the tissues on the nightstand Lance cleaned himself up, licking is hands clean then resting against the pillows again.

Adams waited until the noise ceased from next door before kissing Clark's upper thigh trailing his lips along his partner's erection. "You wanna cum baby... want me to suck you until you cum down my throat?"

"Fuck... B... yes suck me." Clark moaned, bucking his hips up as Adams took his cock into his mouth sucking hard.

"Ohh for fucks..." Lance sat up, untangling himself from Mike and standing up. He kissed the top of Mike's head ignoring the flash of guilt as he threw on a pair of boxers and opened the hotel room door walking out into the hallway.

Mike rolled over and sighed. "Took him long enough." He laughed, sitting up so that he could hear better.

Lance banged on the door then when he got no answer tried the knob and threw the door open and stepped inside stopping dead in this tracks at the sight of Clark pumping his hips up his cock sliding his cock in and out of Adams mouth.

Shaking his head Lance stepped forward. "You have been teasing me for days and it's gonna stop right now. One of you..." Lance smiled... in for a penny in for a pound. "Both of you are going to fuck me and that's that." He crossed his arms over his chest.

Clark sat up. That was unexpected, they'd expected begging...pleading... not a demand. He moaned as Adams lifted his mouth from his cock and pulled Lance in for a long kiss, then laughed as he broke the kiss and Lance kind of slumped against him.

"Do we now, Dudley?" Adams grinned, pushing Lance back on the bed.

"D... Dudley." Lance cocked an eyebrow.

"Never mind." Clarke pulled Lance closer to him, lifting him slightly and guiding the broad head of his still slick cock to his puckered opening. "You sure you want this?"

"Ohh fuck yes." Lance bit his lip as Clark's massive cock slid inside him, stretching him painfully, ignoring the pain Lance pushed down feeling nothing but his own need.

Adams crawled toward them and took Lance's cock into his mouth sucking hard, nearly gagging as the younger man bucked forward driving his cock deep into his throat. He pushed Lance back slightly and began a fast rhythm knowing that Lance wanted and needed to cum fast.

"Uhhh... yeah... that's it... ohh God m'gonna shoot." Lance snapped his hips back and forth as Clark's cock pounded inside him, gliding over his prostate with each stabbing motion.

"Mmmm... shoot down B's throat baby..." Clark nipped the side of Lance's neck. "He loves it don't ya B?"

Adams moaned his assent sending a delicious vibration through Lance's body bringing him over with a strangled moan as Adams milked him dry.

"Awww fuck that was..." Lance gasped as he was easily picked up and flipped onto his stomach, Clarke continued fucking him this new position allowing him more depth with his thrusts. Lance lifted to his elbows and wiggled his legs together slightly, tightening his internal muscles against Clark's huge cock.

"Jesus." Clark stilled his movements for a second as Lance worked his cock then pulled back and slammed inside of him, both of them crying out as he continued pounding, loving the way Lance's muscles felt rasping against his cock.

Adams rolled over on his side enjoying the view of Clark's slick cock sliding in and out of Lance. He knelt up kissing the side of his partner's face, flicking his tongue against his ear. "You're so fucking sexy baby... wanna see you cum..."

"Ohhhh Christ." Clark slammed deep inside Lance, filling him with long bursts of cum then pulling out, kissing Adams hungrily.

Lance rolled onto his back watching the two of them as they kissed, sneaking his hand down to stroke his re-hardened cock, his breathing already laboured.

"Ohhh you want more do ya baby?" Adams grinned, moving between Lance's legs and burying himself inside of him with a mighty thrust.

"Holy... fuck..." Lance lifted his hips, easily meeting Adams' thrusts, his hands reaching up to grasp the big man's hair and pull him down for a crushing kiss, his legs wrapping around his hips.

Clark lay down reaching between them, jerking Lance's cock in long even strokes. Lance's hands fell to his sides as he clutched the sheets trying to control the lust that raged through him as the two men expertly pleasured him. "Awww fuck." His hips stiffened as his cock spurt long jets of cum on his and Adams' stomach.

Adams slammed noisily inside of him, the clamping down on his cock proving too much for him as he too came, his big body landing on top of Lance.

"Mmmm... Mike was right." Adams kissed his neck.

"Mike... right?" Lance stammered.

"Yeah he said you..." Adams broke off as he caught Clark's slight shake of his head.

"This was all a... a set up?" Lance pushed the big man off him, sitting up and shaking his head as if to clear it. "Mike was... was just..." He broke off his mind reeling. He could accept the fact that it was all a game for Kronik but Mike... he really thought. 'Thought what?' his mind railed at him. 'Thought that you had something with him? You just left him in bed to come fuck two other guys.'

"Yeah... we convinced Mike to help us..." Adams sat up and banged on the wall. "Mikey... come over here baby."

"And he said yes... well I hope you all had a great laugh at my expense." Lance stood up intending to leave, banging into Mike as he stepped into the room.

"Lance dammit... you're not leaving." Clark grabbed him around the waist and threw him on the bed.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Mike closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Brian was just explaining how you and them have been playing me for a fool." Lance closed his eyes, wondering again why this was bothering him so much.

"W... what?" Mike blinked. "I... I... didn't mean... I..."

Lance stared at him. "Then why..."

"Ohh... for fuck sake." Clark grabbed them by the arms and threw them into the middle of the bed, reaching to rid Mike of his boxers as they landed together. "You like Mike... he wants you." He kissed Lance softly. "Just shut up while we fuck the both of you again."

Mike smiled as Lance sighed and reached out for him. "You know." Lance smiled kissing Mike. "He makes a good point."

"Yeah." Mike agreed. "He does." He sneaked his arms around Lance's waist pulling him closer, deepening their kiss.

Lance trailed his tongue along Mike's jaw line, laughing as Mike looked over his shoulder. "Didn't you say something about fucking us?"

Clark looked at the two younger men then at his partner. They shrugged and jumped on the bed. Clark eased his cock inside Lance, thrusting his hips in slow deep movements.

Adams pushed his still slick cock inside Mike, stopping from thrusting at the younger man's slight intake of breath. "What?"

Mike tilted his head back gaping at the feeling of being so completely filled. "I... uhhh... it just surprised me that's all... I'm like Lance over there..." He grinned, kissing Lance's flushed cheek. "I haven't just been fucked twice by you two lugs."

"Ahhhh..." Adams slowly pulled back and slid back inside making sure that he made contact with the younger man's prostate. "You want it like that then?" He continued his torturous rhythm.

"N... no." Mike tried to slam back against the big man to no avail. "Damn you Brian."

Adam merely laughed, giving Mike a few quick hard thrusts then pulling almost all the way out, slamming back inside only to resume his slow pace. "You love it baby."

Clarke watched the other men for a second. "You like that Dudley?" He nipped Lance's ear.

Mike threw his head back laughing at Clark's words.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Lance gasped, bucking back to meet Clark's thrusts.

"Dudley... as in Do Right." Mike kissed Lance hungrily, reaching down and stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head, arching into Lance's hand as he began stroking his in the same rhythm.

"I'm not... uhhh... damn Bry... feels fucking good. Like Dudley Do Right." Lance slammed his hips back, the sound of Clark's flesh slapping against his own carrying throughout the room. "Would Dudley be lying under Snidely begging him to fuck him harder?"

Clarke's body shook with laughter. "I guess not." He sucked on the soft skin of Lance's neck.

Mike sucked on Lance's bottom lip, tugging at it gently with his teeth. "Maybe that lumberjack though."

"What lumberjack?" Adams nipped at Mike's ear, deepening his thrusts, though keeping them slow despite how Mike pressed back against him.

"I can't remember his name... he was uhhhh French though." Mike's voice was thick with desire.

Clark reached around Lance tipping Mike's chin up. "There was no lumberjack Mikey."

"Yes there was." Mike nodded his head. "I can see him perfectly in my mind."

Lance resisted the urge to laugh, this was definitely the first time he been in an argument about a cartoon mid-fuck. Of course he wasn't really in the argument... yet.

"Then what was his name?" Lance's eyes sparkled with both lust and amusement as Mike began stroking him faster.

Mike smirked. "Yukon Pete."

Lance snorted. "Why would his name be Yukon Pete if he was French?" He pressed forward capturing Mike's lips in a kiss. "It would make more sense of his name was Shawiningan Pete right?"

"What?" All three men roared.

Lance rolled his eyes. It's a town in Quebec... why the fuck are we fighting about Dudley Do Right for anyway? Shut up and fuck me."

"Yes sir." Clark snapped his hand to his forehead.

Unable to resist Mike laughed. "Maybe we should have called him Inspector Fenwick?"

Clark's bark of laughter echoed through the room, Lance joined Mike in laughter, never really breaking their kiss.

"You guys are fucking warped." Adams shook his head, finally breaking his resolve and slamming inside of Mike.

Mike and Lance deepened their kiss, stroking each other's cocks, bucking against each other as they neared orgasm.

Adams and Clark each reached a hand around, stroking the younger men's cocks together in their big palms, grinding their hips as they fucked them harder, actually crushing their bodies together with the force.

"Ho... I... fuck," Lance moaned as he came, spurting between himself and Mike.

Mike clutched at Lance's hands, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Still the larger men stroked them, prolonging their orgasm until both of them were writhing between them.

Adams lost it first, his body stiffening as he filled Mike with his release. He leaned across the smaller men capturing Clark's lips in a scorching kiss, catching his cries of pleasure as he shot inside Lance.

"Wow... that was fucking amazing," Clark sighed once he regained his wits.

"Mmm hmmm..." Adams agreed looking down at Lance and Mike who were asleep. "Let's put these boys to bed huh?"

Clark sighed again. "You've always got work for me to do, man. If it's not one job it's another." He grumbled though there was a smile on his face.

"Oh I've got another job for ya when we get back." Adam wiggled his eyebrows, chucking softly.

Clarke snorted and threw Mike over his shoulder.

"You putting clothes on Bry?" Adams laughed as Clark opened the door stepping fully naked into the hallway.

Clark shrugged. "Nope."

Adams picked Lance up and walked into the hallway, walking next door and placing the two men in bed.

Clark turned around. "Now about that job." They laughed clasping hands and went back to their room.

Mike and Lance moved together, their arms snaking around each other's waists as they slept. Mike was the first to wake, placing a kiss against Lance's cheek, holding him closer.

Lance stirred looking down at Mike, smiling. "You were right, you know?"

Mike shifted up so that they were face to face, their noses touching. "I won't disagree cause I'm always right. But about what?"

"It was worth it... all the teasing... frustration. The fact that I have now jerked off more in the last two days than I did when I was fifteen..." Lance laughed. "All worth it."

"Mmm... I'm glad." Mike grinned. "You have no idea how hard it was for me not to finish you off those two times."

Lance kissed him again their bodies grinding together until both of them were fully aroused, and fully aware that that they were talking about more than being with Kronik, they were very happy to be lying in each other's arms.

"We should get a shower before we go to sleep." Mike nodded his head.

Lance sat up. "I think you're right, Yukon."

Mike stood up pulling Lance with him, speaking in an overblown French accent. "Ehhhh... fuck you Dudley." He pulled Lance to him in a crushing hug.

Lance puffed his chest out, pushing Mike back a little as he laughed. He laughed louder as his heel caught the foot of the bed and he fell to the ground. "Ohh fudge."

Mike jumped on top of him, kissing him harder, his hands running along the sides of his stomach, tracing the smooth muscles. "Mmm... do you have a Mountie uniform baby?"

Lance groaned under Mike's caresses. "No... but I could definitely get one." He grinned, sitting up with Mike in his lap.

"Good." Mike stood up pulling Lance up with him. "Now be careful Dudley... the shower is gonna be slippery."

Lance rolled his eyes as he turned the water on and stepped under the strong stream of water, Mike's warm chest pressed against his back as they began washing.

Mike's arms wrapped around him as he slid the softly scented bar of soap along his chest, down to his stomach. Carefully sliding his slick hand along Lance's shaft, loving the little moans he let out, Mike kissed the back of his neck, trailing his tongue up the side of his face, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

His lips still pressed to Lance's, Mike carefully washed him, sliding the soap along his smooth skin; then when they were both clean, turning him around, cupping his ass, pressing their erections together as they continued kissing. Lane stepped back, just looking at the older man, his eyes traveling along his body, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Mike cocked an eyebrow, his cock stiffening further, a coil of arousal spreading throughout his body at Lance's frank appraisal. "Well don't just stand there Dudley... do something... so right... do me."

"Mmm... nope." Lance smiled.

"What?" Mike's smile faded slightly.

"I think that should be the other way round... I want you to do me..." Lance whispered against Mike's neck, he grabbed the bar of soap, sliding his sudsy hand along Mike's shaft.

Mike crushed their lips together, then spun Lance around againm parting his ass cheeks slightly and pressing two fingers inside him, slowly working them in and out while sucking and licking the slick skin of Lance's neck and shoulders.

Lance leaned back against him, tilting his head to the side. "In me, Mikey... need you... ohhh..." He gasped as Mike's fingers slipped from him and the head of his cock began pushing inside, past the tight ring of muscles until he was filled.

"Like that?" Mike whispered.

"Yes... fuck yes." He laughed, slamming his hips back, meeting Mike's thrusts.

Mike curled one hand around Lance's cock, working it in long even strokes, teasing the head with his thumb while his other hand plucked at his nipples, the stiff buds blooming under his caress.

Their bodies just fit as they thrust together, both of them too tired to make it last very long. Mike thrust into Lance the last time just as Lance's cum jetted over his hand, filling the younger man, their lips pressed together silencing their loud cries of pleasure.

"Damn," Mike sighed, letting the water rinse the slight sheen of sweat from their bodes as he licked his hands clean, loving the taste of Lance's cum. They dried off quickly and tumbled into bed, pulling the covers up, holding each other both of them yawning.

Mike laid his head against Lance's chest and slid a hand down his stomach to lay against his cock.

Lance picked it up and kissed the back of it, chuckling softly. "Go to sleep."

Mike laughed laying his hand flat against Lance's chest, his body shaking with laughter. "Curses, foiled again."

Lance couldn't help but laugh as he kissed Mike lightly. "That is so gimmick infringement."

The both burst into laughter until loud knocking on the wall broke them apart. "Be quiet, some of us are trying to fuck over here."

Lance and Mike caught each other's eye and burst into even louder laughter.

Mike's lips moved down Lance's neck, then lower lapping at his nipples. Lance reached down, gently cupping Mike's cheek. "Stop in the name of the law." He yawned despite how good it felt.

Mike sighed but moved back up, kissing his cheek lightly. "Now who's guilty of gimmick infringement?"

THE END