Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language
Distribution: Sure. Go ahead, just tell me where!
Disclaimer: Not mine, so don't sue!
Summary: The Big Show gets a little help with relaxing...
April 30, 1999
Paul Wight stepped out of the shower into the empty lockerroom, towel around his waist and drying his hair vigorously with another. He walked over and sat down on the bench.
"You're here late, Paul."
Paul pulled the towel from his head and looked around to see Gangrel leaning against one of the lockers, an unfathomable expression on his face.
"What are you doing here?" the big man rumbled, going back to drying his hair.
Gangrel watched the man they called "The Big Show" closely, his smile widening as he contemplated what he was about to do. He straightened and quietly moved up behind him, standing really close. He laid his hands on Paul's shoulders, feeling him jump in surprise. Grel squeezed the muscles, digging his knuckles into the flesh. Paul craned his neck around to stare up at him with a slight frown on his face.
"What are you doing?"
Grel's lids lowered, his lips twitching faintly. "You looked tense, so...I thought I'd relax you a bit."
Paul gazed at him impassively for a long moment, then slowly turned back around, letting Grel continue his ministrations, rubbing the back of his neck, kneading his back, drawing his thumbs down the length of his spine, making him arch a little, moaning softly, involuntarily.
"That feel good, does it?" Grel whispered sibilantly into his ear, lightly raking his nails down his back, pleased to see him curve in a perfect bow. He moved around to stand in front of him, his hands resting on his chest. Paul stared up at him warily and Grel grinned, flashing his white teeth.
"I have a sure fire way to release all that tension you've got pent-up inside you."
Paul quirked a brow in question. "Yeah? And what's that?"
Grel sank to his knees between his legs and reached for the towel tied loosely around Paul's waist. "Why don't I show you, hmmm?"
Paul was shocked when Grel wrenched the towel free and tossed it aside and filled his hands with his shaft. His first instinct was to shove him away, but when his massive hand clamped on Grel's wrist, he couldn't bring himself to stop him as Grel's fingers skimmed up and down the thick length. He hissed in a sharp breath as he squeezed the flesh, tugging and pulling, bringing it to full erectness.
"What...Christ, what are you doing?" he rumbled, watching as Grel used one hand to massage his balls.
Grel glanced up at him, his eyes dark and sensual. "I'm trying to relax you. Is it working?"
Paul gave a bark of disbelieving laughter. "Hell, no! I'm more tense now than I was before."
Grel chuckled. "I can see you're a little...shall we say "stiff"? But I'm not quite done yet. When I'm through, you'll see how relaxed you are."
Paul blinked as Grel lowered his head and flicked his studded tongue over the silky tip of his cock, licking up the precome that pearled from the small hole. He couldn't believe Grel was doing this. Hell, he couldn't believe he was letting him! But he couldn't deny that it felt good. He groaned as the head of his shaft was enclosed by the wet heat of Grel's mouth. He watched as he was swallowed inch by inch down his throat, amazed that he was able to take almost all of his 12 inches. He could feel the scrape of his teeth, the points of his fangs against his sensitized skin and he writhed a little in exquisite torment, tangling his fingers in Grel's hair and forcing more of himself into his mouth.
Grel chuckled, sending vibrations through Paul, gratified to hear him growl in pleasure. He slowly bobbed on him, cupping and kneading his balls, sucking lazily, drawing out each moan, each gasp with consummate skill.
"Oh...oh, yes, Grel...mmmm," Paul groaned softly. "Oh, faster, please. Make me come."
Grel endeavored to do just that, quickening his rhythm, making sounds of encouragement as Paul's hips started to buck..
"Ahh, Jesus!" Paul cried out as he felt himself shooting to the verge of release. "Yes, yes, like that. God, yes. I'm coming!"
Grel insinuated his finger into Paul's anus, pushing in up to the second knuckle and curling it until he could feel the slight bulge of his prostate and pressed hard on it as he simultaneously clamped his throat on him.
"Ahh, fuck!" Paul yelled as he jerked and convulsed, erupting into Grel's mouth in a flood. Grel moaned and swallowed every drop, milking him dry. When he was done, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at Paul with a slight grin playing about his wet lips.
"How do you feel now?"
Paul gasped, slumping against the lockers, feeling as weak as a baby. "Holy shit...I don't know."
Grel stroked Paul's huge thigh, then rose to his feet, licking his lips and raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. "Would you say you felt 'relaxed'?"
Paul looked at him, then laughed helplessly. "If I were any more relaxed, I'd be in a puddle on the floor."
Grel chuckled in amusement. "Good. Then my job is done." He turned and sauntered to the door.
"Hey!" Paul called out in surprise. When Grel glanced back over his shoulder, Paul asked, "Um, is that it? I mean..." He stopped, not knowing quite what to say next.
Grel shrugged, opening the door. "Maybe you can return the favor sometime, hmmm?" And with that, he slipped out of the room, the door falling closed quietly behind him, leaving a stunned Paul staring after.