Sabu listened absentmindedly to the conversation, his interest in slutty WWE Divas limited to the ones he had to work with. Right now, there really weren't any, and while he admitted the one Rob was talking to was a nice girl, he didn't really care. Still, Rob seemed to enjoy the chat, so Sabu lingered in the background, pretending he wasn't eavesdropping and checking out Rob's relaxed movements at he same time.
"Well, if you ever need help and find yourself travelling with us, I'd be more than willing to give you a hand."
He looked up, catching Rob's charming smile and the way the girl nodded shyly in thanks. Rob had always been a charmer, something which annoyed the fuck out of Sabu. Probably because he wasn't, one of the many reasons why people didn't really like spending time with him. In fact, except for an initial greeting, the girl hadn't said one word to him since she'd been standing there only several feet away.
"That would be great. It's hard finding people to work with, most don't think we deserve the help yet."
"That's stupid. We all deserve a push in the right direction. Just let me know if you need anything."
A sly grin, no doubt for added effect, had the girl smiling brightly. Fuck Rob and his flirtatious ways. Focusing on something other than the beautiful girl batting her eyes at his boyfriend, Sabu chose to instead tear the tape off his arm. That didn't take long, though, and by the time he was done the conversation hadn't progressed much. He caught some words, mostly about some moves she might learn, but it all meant very little. Or at least it would have, if the girl wasn't twirling her hair and doing all sorts of flirty things. Figured that Rob still attracted unwanted - Sabu saw it as such - attention.
Sighing, Sabu watched as the girl laughed obscenely at one of Rob's jokes. They looked like your average prom king and queen, all graceful limbs and white-teethed smiles. It made him feel sick. Also, there was a limit to his patience.
"Could you hurry the fuck up? You can waste your time teaching useless women how to wrestle when I'm not around," he all but snarled, immediately annoyed because he knew Rob would assume his irritation was due to jealousy. It probably was, too.
In fact, Rob didn't even look too surprised, probably because he knew Sabu too well, though the girl shrank back. She wouldn't be the first to find him scary, and Sabu felt a rush of satisfaction at it. Served her right.
He listened to Rob quickly apologize on his behalf - something they'd have to talk about later - and the stuttered replies by the girl. Good to know his powers of persuasion - of the 'get the fuck away from Rob' kind - hadn't been damaged due to the politics at the WWE. At least he still had that. Eventually the girl pranced away, her annoyingly bouncy hair no longer reflecting the sparingly present light. How they all managed to be sunny and bright in such a dreary environment was beyond him, but they all did.
"Was that really necessary?"
Sabu looked up, catching the pleased smile. Bastard.
"Was what necessary?" he inquired, moving to the nearest door. Resisting the urge to slam it in Rob's face, he led the two of them into the hallway. Rob simply emanated smugness. He knew why Rob was acting like that, it had been his own fault, but it was still annoying. Everything right now was annoying, including the way his hands itched to grab a hold of Rob and make him stop talking about gorgeous girls with long legs and provocative smiles.
"You know, she's a really nice girl who's willing to learn and looks great at the same time. She could get somewhere, with the right help."
Sabu snorted, the itch growing more difficult to ignore by the minute. Was Rob pressing his buttons on purpose? He had to be.
"I'm sure there would be enough guys willing to give her some help if she repays them."
His partner sighed. "Give it a rest, would you? There's nothing wrong with her. You're just in a snit because she was talking to me and ignoring you."
"I am not in a snit, if that's what you want to call it. You were just busy trying to get in her pants and forgetting about the fact that you promised to drive us back. Hell, I'm surprised you even remembered how to breathe."
"You're pissy because of some harmless flirting?"
"I am not pissy, goddamnit!"
"Of course not. You're a brilliant ray of sunshine. Relax, Sabu, I was just seeing what you would do. You get that funny look on your face, like you're not sure whether to hit the other person in the head, or drag me away and spank me. I figured with the other person being a woman you'd grant me the pleasure of the second option."
Usually Sabu would make a funny remark about kinks and whatnot, but right now the knowledge that Rob was intentionally testing him - as Sabu thought he might have - was enough to set him off. Shoving Rob back, the two of them came to halt against a wall, Rob's surprised 'oomph' enough to show that this time he hadn't anticipated what would happen. Good.
"Don't fucking mess with me, Rob! I'm no one's toy!"
Rob's wide eyes triggered images, of eyes sparkling, long lashes against clear skin, and he could again see Rob chatting with the girl, overly friendly. This time it'd been some sort of sick joke, but what if Rob was actually tempted? He'd get away with it, no doubt, and only Rob's open personality would ever keep Sabu from not finding out. Who in the company would tell him? Sandman, perhaps, but he wasn't really privy to the gossip either. He'd never know.
'I'm sorry.' He heard Rob whisper, an upset edge to it. Sabu knew that if he looked up, at Rob's no doubt apologetic face, that he'd feel bad for yelling at him. It always happened that way, and it made Sabu wonder how he'd ever keep up the person Rob had somehow fallen for.
That idea brought back the thoughts he'd had earlier, of how he'd ever know if Rob was cheating on him. Though, could it be cheating if Sabu had never acknowledged their relationship? Fuck, he'd been asked, and he'd either ignored it or told them 'no way in hell'. Why would Rob stay, when it would be so much easier to just leave? The mere concept made Sabu angry. Even if he didn't admit to it, Rob was his and no one else's. Rob knew that, right?
He looked up to see Rob watching him, calmly, even though Sabu knew his elbow was uncomfortably pressing into Rob's stomach. A guarded sense of curiosity greeted him as Sabu sought out Rob's eyes, and Sabu once again felt that great itch. He was his, no one else's, but did everyone else know this? On the one hand he wanted them to, the idea of women and - heaven forbid - men flirting with his lover most unsettling. On the other, nothing good would come from people knowing they were more than just good friends. Things were dangerous.
"It was harmless. She was just -"
Sabu quickly interrupted him, fisting a hand in Rob's hair and pulling him forward, lips swallowing spluttered words. In the back of his mind a voice told Sabu that anyone could be watching, but a stubborn sense of ownership had a hold of him. No one else.
The kiss was rough, bruising almost, and Rob seemed completely stunned by this, lips responding only because they were accostumed to. It wasn't even so much claiming the man as his, more that he needed Rob to understand that even if Sabu never said it, they belonged together. If he would ever use the word belonged, that is, Sabu told himself. Girls believed that couples belonged together, with their true love nonsense, he just didn't want to let Rob go.
By the time Sabu needed to break the kiss to come up for air, Rob's hands had - as they usually did when given the chance - started to wander. One had sneaked under Sabu's shirt, the other was now clutching his waistband, and Sabu could feel the familiar heat in his groin as Rob let out a whiny flutter of a moan. Rob's hazel eyes hastily checked for movement over Sabu's shoulder at the sound, Rob's sound, a reminder of where they were, before fixing on Sabu's again. He couldn't look away.
The way Rob was moving against him made it quite difficult to see reason, but some - meaning, very little - distance between them would make quick work of that. Not that Sabu thought they could break this off, but for now cooler heads had to prevail. The cooler one being the biggest of the two, currently trying to come up with something to say. It failed.
"I am sorry, you know. I just love it when you get jealous," Rob murmured.
Sabu scowled. "I do not get jealous."
"Of course you don't." Rob paused, his body relaxing a bit. "I was only being helpful."
Sabu hissed as the lowest of Rob's hands slipped down a little too much for comfort. They were still in a rather public hallway, and even if things were quiet now; it didn't have to stay that way for long. Still, Rob was leaning into him, hands searching, and the earlier possessiveness hadn't left Sabu yet. It had always been hard to ignore Rob when he was being like this.
"Oh, I know exactly how helpful you can be," Sabu murmured, the hand gripping Rob's hair almost slipping, but he held on. Rob gave a small whimper as it tightened again, though he didn't try to break free.
"Careful, man. That hurt."
Sabu snorted. "Oh, stop whining."
He quickly checked the hallway, ignoring Rob's amused chuckle, and was happy to find no one there. With their luck some of the top dogs would walk past while they were hanging off of each other. At least Rob was nervous as well, and as Sabu looked for the nearest door, he noticed Rob glance around worriedly as well. Pulling Rob with him, he didn't seem to mind, they soon found themselves in a terrifyingly small broom closet. The stuff of movies, Rob would have said, but right now his lover was busy leaning against one of the walls, making sure to look very tempting..
"She would have ran out, screaming. It's creepy in here."
Again mentions of the girl. Sabu gave a throaty growl and claimed Rob's lips again, pleased to feel him shudder. Rob yielded quickly, as he usually did, and Sabu relished in the fact that he could do this, and the girl certainly couldn't. Woman or not, he'd hit her with a chair if she dared.
Rob tried saying something, but Sabu muffled his words, wishing not for the first time that Rob would just shut the fuck up. Deciding he'd make him forget about talking altogether, he yanked down the straps of Rob's singlet, the pained yelp telling him he'd been a bit too rough. Ah, well. Pushing the thing down further, the yelp turned into a murmur of nothing, simply air escaping. A murmur to voice something other than those gorgeous little whines Rob was so good at. Perhaps that meant it was a murmur that meant everything, then.
Another moan against his lips, this time because Sabu had also taken care of Rob's underwear, fingers brushing his cock without meaning to. Not yet.
"Sabu." A quick, stuttered word as Sabu's hand closed around Rob's erection.
"Shut up for once, we don't want people finding us," Sabu snapped, but he was secretly very pleased to see Rob in the state he was in. Flushed, arching, eyes attempting to focus on something other than the hand caressing him. Right now this wasn't even about pleasure - though there would be - but about making Rob realize the many things Sabu wanted him to know but couldn't say. Him, not her, and them, not Rob and someone else. Never someone else.
"Hmm," Rob murmured, a good enough reply for Sabu's taste. Rob's hands were guiding his, urging him to grasp tighter and quicken the pace. Instead Sabu kept his touches light, fascinated with the increasing frown on Rob's face and the way his eyes had closed.
"We don't have a lot of time," he breathed, Rob's nod the only indication he had heard. Still, the fingers only ghosted over Rob's cock, and even shuddered movements, moves to tempt Sabu, didn't seem to help.
"For fuck's sake, Sabu!" Rob snarled, instantly drawing Sabu closer. Telling himself it was only to keep Rob quiet - but secretly admitting he liked to feel every murmur, every breath - Sabu kissed him again possessively, finally allowing Rob to set the rhythm he wanted. The rhythm he needed. They'd done quick hand jobs before, but never with this much meaning behind it. Not from his side, anyway.
Fascinated, Sabu watched, felt Rob pull at his hand, the frantic movement of his hips. As expected, it didn't take long, and with a guttural moan Rob sagged against the wall, eyes glazed over as they attempted to focus on Sabu. Heaving breaths reached Sabu's ears, and he tried to control his own breathing, peering at Rob through dark hair.
"I'll say it again," Rob panted, letting his head fall back against the wall. "God, I love it when you get jealous!"
Sabu just snorted. "Stupid fucker."
A soft chuckle, the pleased way Rob looked at him making Sabu's insides flutter. Damn the man.
"That was nice, you know." Rob grinned slyly.
"Glad you liked it," Sabu muttered, shrugging out of his ring gear, "Now it's time for you to get jealous."
Again Rob chuckled, and his lips brushed Sabu's stomach as Rob sank down to his knees. There was no doubt to Sabu that this was a perfect end to a rather frustrating day. Now if he could just convince Rob to forget about girls altogether...