Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language
Distribution: No prob. Just credit me
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Well, it's centered around this song that I absolutely ador by Bill Withers called Use Me. If you get a chance to download the song on Napster or hear it any other way, it's pretty cool...very bluesy/jazzy. Feona Apple also did a rendition of it, too. Nods This is an unlikely couple I used just for the hell of it. G
December 23, 2000
"Ahhh, fuck, Shane! That's it...I'm gonna come...ohhhh, yeah!"
Shane McMahon pounded into his lover steadily, his handsome face taut with effort and concentration. He gritted his teeth as he grunted each thrust until the other man howled with his release, quickly following with his own shout of satisfaction.
After they'd recovered, Shane rolled away and climbed out of bed, picking up his discarded clothes and heading for the bathroom.
Buh Buh Ray Dudley watched him close the door, a sigh of regret and disappointment slipping from him. He had hoped that Shane would want to cuddle this time. But as usual, he'd immediately gotten up and gone to the shower. When he was done, he would drop a light kiss on his lips and breeze from the room. He'd asked Shane once to spend the night with him and he'd stared at him as if he'd grown another head and he'd never had the nerve to ask him again. He supposed he knew that he was only the Boy Wonder's fuck toy of the moment, but seeing as how they'd been an item for the past seven months-longer than any of his previous relationships-he thought that perhaps Shane had some deeper feelings for him.
But it was hard to tell by his behavior towards him sometimes. In public, Shane would be cold and downright cruel to him, embarrassing him in front of both friends and strangers. But he took it because when they were alone, Shane would be so sweet and loving and damned sexy, making love to him with exquisite care or, on more frequent occasions, fucking him through the mattress, which always sent Buh Buh into delirious ecstasy.
Buh Buh was brought out of his reverie when the bathroom door opened and Shane came out, fully dressed, his mahogany hair still damp but perfectly coifed. He strode over to Buh Buh and bent down, brushing his lips softly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," he murmured, beginning to straighten up.
Abruptly, Buh Buh grabbed Shane and pulled him down again, kissing him desperately. "Please, stay with me tonight?"
Shane blinked at him. "Buh...you know I can't do that."
"Why not?" he implored. "I want to fall asleep with you next to me and wake up the same way...just once."
Shane traced his lover's jaw and chin gently, a faint smile flirting with his mouth. "That's very sweet, love," he said, a patronizing note tingeing his voice. "But I can't sleep with other people in bed with me. A quirk of mine."
Buh Buh lowered his eyes, releasing Shane in resignation. "All right. I guess I'll see you in Philly tomorrow, then."
Shane pressed another kiss to his mouth before moving to the door. "Come to my office when you get to the arena and we'll spend some time together before the show, okay?"
Buh Buh muttered an answer, not looking up as Shane left. He rolled onto his side, curling around one of the pillows, feeling more lonely than he'd ever felt before.
*****
My friends... Think its their appointed duty
They keep tryin' to tell me That you just want to use me
But my answer To all that use me stuff
I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
You just keep on usin' me
Until ya use me up
Until ya use me up
"Hey, Buh!"
Buh Buh looked over his shoulder to see Edge, Christian and Chris Benoit enter the room, then he returned to the task of digging in his bag for his ring boots. "Hey, guys," he greeted his friends. "What's up?"
The trio exchanged a sober look and settled themselves in various spots before Edge began.
"Um...Buh, we wanted to talk to you about something." "Yeah? What about?"
"It's about you and Shane," Christian replied, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
Buh Buh turned to stare at his friend in surprise. "Me and Shane? What about me and Shane?"
"Look, man," Chris blurted. "We're only here because we're your friends. We're concerned about you."
Buh Buh frowned in confusion. "What for?"
"Are you happy, Buh?" Edge asked softly, his large green eyes dark with sympathy.
"Of course I am. What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"
"OK. I'm gonna just say it right out," Chris stated bluntly. "We see the way Shane treats you and I wouldn't treat my dog that way."
Buh Buh flushed with sudden anger that his so-called friends would say these things to him. "I don't know what you're talking about. Shane and I are very happy."
"How could you be?" Christian questioned, picking at a loose threat in his jeans nervously. "He either ignores you when you're out, or he acts like you're his slave, ordering you around and sniping at you when you do something he doesn't like."
"Yeah...the man is just using you, Buh. Can't you see that?" Chris said quietly, his dark blue eyes rife with sincerity and worry. "We don't want you to get hurt."
"What the fuck do you know about my relationship with Shane?" Buh Buh growled furiously. "He's got a lot of stress on him being an heir to a corporation. So sometimes he's a little short-tempered. I'm not a child that can't take a little snapped word here and there.."
"But he's using you," Chris repeated. "You're nothing but a temporary diversion to him."
Buh Buh turned his back on the three men coldly, resuming his search. "Well, Chris, if that's true...if he's using me, then I'm using him, too. We give each other what we need."
They looked at each other sadly. They knew that though Shane's feelings were strictly superficial, Buh's had evolved into something much more substantial and deep, regardless of his words to the contrary.
"We only want what's best for you, man," Edge said.
"Yeah, we're your best friends," Christian added. "What kind of friends would we be if we didn't look out for you?"
Buh Buh didn't speak for a moment, tugging one of his boots out and dropping it on the floor, quickly followed by the other one. "I appreciate the sentiment, boys, but there's really nothing for you to be concerned about. Me and Shane are doing just fine."
The three men rose, expressions resigned. "Well, if you say so," Chris proffered. "We gotta go get ready for our matches."
"We'll see you later, okay?" Christian said, patting Buh Buh's stiff back.
"Yeah, catch you guys later." Buh Buh didn't turn around as they left. When the door clicked closed, he sank onto the bench and sighed. "Why couldn't people understand that Shane wasn't as bad as they believed? He dealt with a lot of stress and pressure from his job and sometimes took it out on him, yes, but he never complained. He loved Shane and would do anything for him, endure anything if he'd just look at him with those limpid brown eyes, kiss him in that sweet way he did sometimes, touch him until he screamed with pleasure. He sighed again and finished getting ready for his match, looking forward to seeing Shane after the show.
*****
My brother Sit me right down and he talked to me
And he told me He thought I ought to not let you just walk on me
And I know, I know that my brother he meant well But when the talk was through
I said brother If ya only knew
You'd be wishin' that you were in my shoes
To keep on usin' me,
Until ya use me up
Until you use me up
Two Weeks Later
"Damned good match tonight, bro," D-Von enthused, drying himself after his shower.
"Sure was," Buh Buh agreed, zipping his pants and grabbing his T-shirt. "Just love putting that punk Richards through a table. Almost as good as sex."
They chuckled, chatting aimlessly as they dressed and groomed themselves. As they left the room and strode down the hall to the exit, D-Von asked,
"So, what's your plans for the night?"
"Shane and I are going to some big shin dig tonight his dad's putting on for the sponsors and investors or some such shit."
D-Von's smile soured slightly. "I don't know why you go to those things. You hate it."
"Yeah, but Shane likes to have me with him," Buh Buh explained. "Says it relieves the boredom a little."
D-Von shook his head in faint disgust. "Is that all you are to him? A relief from boredom?"
Buh Buh exhaled gustily. "Not you, too."
"Seriously, Buh, the man is a dickhead," D-Von stated crisply, thrusting his hand into his pocket for his rental car keys. "He fucks you, then treats you like shit until he's ready to fuck you again. That's some twisted up shit."
"It's not like that, D," Buh gritted out, trying to keep his temper under control. He was sick and tired of everyone criticizing his relationship with Shane. They had no clue as to what was really going on at all.
"Really? Then why don't you explain it to me, brother?" D-Von waved to his car expansively. "Let's go get a drink and we'll talk about it. You can tell me how much he loves you and cherishes you and all that crap."
Buh Buh flushed at his sibling's sarcastic tone, but got in, determined to make at least one person understand him and Shane.
They sat down in a small pub-like bar, ordering beers and talking desultorily about nothing until the drinks came.
"You see," Buh Buh began, "you only see the surface...the public Shane. You don't see him when we're alone together. He's wonderful, D."
"Just what makes him so wonderful in private?" D-Von asked, munching on pretzels that were set on the table. "And why can't he display that side of him when you're not alone?"
"We can sit and talk for hours about anything. We watch movies, read together...and then there's the sex..."
D-Von held up a hand. "Please, spare me any details on that, okay?"
Buh Buh smiled crookedly. "OK. As for why he doesn't show that side of him self in public...well, Shane's a very private person. He doesn't like to share his true self with many people."
"So he humiliates you to keep people from knowing that he's a nice guy?"
"He doesn't humiliate me," Buh Buh sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily. "He doesn't do anything I don't want him to."
"Oh, so you liked it when he yelled at you for spilling coffee on his shirt the other day? You enjoyed him calling you a stupid son of a whore?"
Buh Buh blushed. "That was my fault. He just bought that shirt and I was clumsy. Plus, that coffee was very hot. Tell me you wouldn't have been upset if that happened to you."
"Maybe at the moment, but I wouldn't have continued calling you nasty names way after the coffee cooled and things were put right again."
Buh Buh dismissed that remark with a twitch of his fingers, taking a swig of his beer. "Shane is a passionate man. It takes him a while to get over his temper."
"I don't know, man," D-Von grunted, signaling for another drink. "It just seems all fucked to me."
"That's the thing...it seems that way. You're not on the inside here. You don't know. I know if you were, you'd be all over yourself to even get a glance from Shane."
D-Von shook his head slowly. "I doubt it, but if you say you're fine with things, I guess I'll have to back off."
Buh Buh smiled in relief, lightly rapping knuckles with his brother. "Thanks, bro. I appreciate it."
"You just remember, though," the other man warned with a scowl. "If he hurts you in any way, his ass is mown grass."
Buh Buh laughed and, they had a few more beers before heading back to the hotel.
*****
Ahhuh... I tell you the truth, you really do abuse me
ya git me in a crowd of high class people
And then ya gotta act all rude to me But baby, baby, baby, when you love me I can't get enough
Ahhuh, and I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good gettin' used
Oh ya just keep on usin' me,
Until ya use me up
Until ya use me up
"Stick with me, baby," Shane murmured as they checked their coats at the door. "I want something nice to look at while I'm talking to these dull people."
Buh Buh flushed slightly at his lover's hooded, sensual glance. "I wouldn't dream of going anywhere." Shane treated him to one of his slow smiles that always seemed to send his stomach into cartwheels. He reached out and straightened Buh Buh's tie, smoothing a hand down his lapel.
"You play your cards right and when we ditch this place, I'll give you the night of your life."
Buh Buh already felt himself becoming aroused at the thought, growing hot under Shane's heated gaze. "Um, I think your Dad is trying to get your attention, Shane."
Shane turned his head and waved at his father, moving off to join him, leaving Buh Buh to follow.
Over the next few hours, Buh Buh grew increasingly uncomfortable. Despite his earlier words, Shane pretty much ignored him as he spoke business with various important looking executives. The only times his presence was remembered was when Shane told him to refresh his drink or fetch something to eat. He quickly developed a headache from all the chatter, the heat of the crowded room and his heightening irritation.
Buh Buh, finally having enough, interrupted Shane in the middle of a discourse on present and future merchandise revenues, tapping his arm insistently.
"What, Buh?" Shane snapped impatiently. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"I think I need to go now," Buh Buh whispered, cheeks flushing as the eyes of the small group rested on him. "I'm not feeling well."
"I'm not ready yet," Shane said coldly. "Go get some fresh air until I'm finished."
Completely embarrassed at his set down, Buh Buh hurried off, stumbling out the French doors into the cool evening air. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he moved to a shadowed spot and hung his head in both shame and dejection. What he'd told D-Von was very true; he would endure anything for Shane, but sometimes it hurt so much. So much, in fact, that he would think of breaking it off with Shane, try and salvage some of his self-respect before he was completely lost. This was one of those times. When they were alone, Shane was so different. He would talk to him as if they were equal, as if he cared a little. He'd never order him to do anything for him, simply request in his polite way. Why couldn't he talk to him like that when they were around other people? Why did he feel the need to cut him down and make him feel like half a man?
*****
Shane finished up his converssation with the group of investors and made his way over to the wet bar in the corner of the room, ordering another gin and tonic. He turned to survey the crowded room, sipping his drink and idly wondering where Buh Buh had got to.
"Shane."
Shane saw his father come to stand beside him, a concerned expression hovering on his face. "Hey, Dad. What's wrong?"
"I was about to ask you that, son," Vince replied. "I saw Buh Buh run out of here like rabid dogs were on his tail. What happened between you two?"
Shane looked away. "Oh, nothing. He said something about not feeling well, so I told him to go get some air."
"Is everything all right between you two?" Vince accepted the scotch and soda from the bartender, watching his son intently.
"Everything's fine, Dad," Shane answered in surprise. "Why do you ask?"
Vince looked like he was debating whether to speak his mind or just leave things alone. "Well, Buh just didn't seem happy at all to be here and you weren't exactly nice to him."
"Dad, what are you trying to tell me?" Shane snapped, flushing as he felt the critical eye of his father on him.
"I just want you to know that I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, things I regret...things I wish I could change or take back." Vince sighed, taking a swallow of his drink. "I just don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. I put business ahead of the things that really mattered and in doing so, lost the most important thing-" Vince halted and took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a long moment. When he reopened them, he gave his son an intense stare. "Shane, don't let business rule you. It will leave you lonely and alone." Without another word, Vince turned on his heel and walked away, leaving a bemused Shane watching him go.
After a while, he meandered around the room, chatting with several guests, becoming increasingly restless. He'd been trying to see if he could glimpse his lover, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Shane, I want a word with you."
Shane groaned inwardly at the sound of his sister's voice. "What is it, Steph?"
Stephanie grasped her sibling's arm and pulled him into a relatively quiet section of the room, letting him go and glaring up at him angrily.
"You know, you're a real prick."
Shane blinked at her in astonishment, not only at her outburst, but her language. "What-?"
"You shut your hole and listen to me, Shane McMahon," she snarled, voice low, but no less ferocious. "I've seen you treat that sweet man like dirt for the past several months and I've had it! He doesn't deserve that, especially from you. He's not your personal servant, you know. You're so caught up in your deals that you can't even see that Buh Buh is in pain every time you look at him in that nasty little way you do, making him feel like some insect beneath your notice. That man loves you, Shane and I'll not let you humiliate him anymore. Either you get your head out of your ass and treat him better, or break it off with him."
Shane gaped at her in shock. She'd never spoken to him like that before in her whole life! "Steph, I-"
"I'm not done," she cut in harshly, stabbing a finger into his chest for emphasis. "You just don't know how lucky you are to have a wonderful, loving man like Buh around. Only a man like him would put up with your crap for this long. I would have kicked your ass to the curb a long time ago."
"But-"
"Don't talk to me," she hissed, eyes flashing dangerously. "You go find Buh Buh and make things right or I'll come after you, and so help me, if you make me do that, I'll-"
Shane held up his hand helplessly. "OK! OK! Calm down. I get the message. Jeez, Steph...I never knew you had all that rage in you."
She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest haughtily. "When the need arises, I can be a real nightmare."
"I can see that," he said, ruluctantly eyeing her in admiration. "Remind me never to get on your bad side again."
"Again? Brother, dear, I doubt you'll ever be on my good side again."
"Even if I go and put things right with Buh?"
She narrowed her eyes at him thoughtfully. "It might be a start," she grudgingly replied.
"Look, I gotta go find Buh now," he said, handing her his glass and glancing around the room anxiously. "You don't think he left, do you?"
"Check the terrace. I think I saw him slink out there a while ago." She gave him another fulminating glare before punching him hard in the arm and stalking away.
Shane winced and rubbed his bicep and headed for the terrace, hoping Buh Buh was out there. He peered around, trying to penetrate the shadows. He was about to give up when he caught a movement at the far end. He moved closer and was relieved to see Buh Buh leaning against the low wall.
*****
Buh Buh sighed and rubbed the back of his neck tiredly, wondering if he should just go back to the hotel and wait for Shane or try again to-. He jumped as a pair of arms slipped around his waist, lips nuzzling his nape gently.
"Hey, sweetheart," Shane mumbled, suckling the tender spot in the crook of his shoulder.
"Shane...I-"
"I'm sorry about before," Shane cut in smoothly. "I was just so focused on impressing THE BRASS that I took my anxiety out on you. Forgive me?"
Buh Buh's heart swelled at the sound of that soft plea, turning around to kiss the other man fiercely. Shane returned it with equal fervor, cupping his face to hold him close. "Shane..."
"Let's go back to the hotel, hmmm?" Shane purred. "I want to be alone with you."
"But what about all those people in there?"
"Screw them," the heir apparent retorted, grabbing his lover's hand and pulling him to the door. "You're more important to me then any of those people."
Buh Buh's eyes widened at that statement and allowed himself to be drawn past surprised guests to gather their coats and leave without saying goodbye to anyone.
*****
When the door to Buh Buh's room swung shut, he was shoved forcefully against the wall, his mouth immediately being assaulted by demanding kisses that left him weak and breathless. Shane yanked at Buh Buh's tie, whipping it off and lobbing it across the room. He then wrenched the side of his hand down the front of his shirt, sending buttons flying off in every direction.
"Shane...that was a rental shirt," Buh Buh protested.
"I don't give a damn about the shirt, baby," Shane growled as he fastened his lips to the hollow of his throat, sucking hard as he pinched and plucked Buh Buh's nipples, bringing them to throbbing stiffness. "Christ, I want you so bad right now."
"Oh, Shane...yes, please..."
Shane chuckled sultrily as he captured one of the peaks between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue, simultaneously rocking his hips into him, letting him feel how hard he was. Buh Buh clutched a double handful of Shane's hair, completely ruining his style, pulling him close as Shane began suckling hungrily.
"Tell me you want me, Buh," Shane whispered, rising up to stare into his dark eyes. "Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can't think...until you can't breathe."
Buh Buh gasped at the intensity of his gaze, his mouth becoming suddenly dry. "I want you, Shane," he said hoarsely, stroking his fingertips down the other man's jaw. "Fuck me?"
Shane groaned low in his throat, gripping his wrist and dragging him to the bed, swiftly divesting both of them of their clothes and tumbling Buh Buh back onto the coverlet, his hands seemingly everywhere at once.
"God, you're so beautiful...so perfect," Shane moaned as he kissed his way down his lover's body, reveling in the sounds of need issuing from Buh Buh. He wasted no time in deep-throating him, impatient to taste the essence that was all Buh Buh Ray Dudley. It didn't take long for the other man to erupt into his mouth with a shout...just a few rough bobs and it was filled with the salty-sweet cream, which he swallowed eagerly. When he was milked dry, he slithered back up Buh Buh's body and kissed him, sharing his release with him.
"Fuck, Shane," Buh Buh gasped, still shuddering in reaction. "That was...was..."
Shane laid a finger over his lips. "Ahh, but I'm not done yet, sweetie," he drawled, sitting up and plucking the bottle of baby oil from the nighttable.
Buh Buh observed Shane rise onto his knees, straddling him, settling comfortably on his thighs. His eyes widened at the sight of the other man pouring a liberal amount of oil into his palm and, discarding the bottle, proceeded to slowly, sensuously stroke it into his own cock. Buh Buh was mesmerized as he watched Shane drawing his loose fist up and down the length, his lids drooping over dark, speculative eyes.
"Do you like this, Buh?" Shane asked softly. "Like me touching myself? I like you watching me. Turns me on so much." He switched hands, using his slippery one to coax Buh Buh's shaft into readiness once more, smiling in pleasure as he whimpered and arched upward into the pumping hand. "You want me to fuck you now, baby?"
Buh Buh nodded enthusiastically. "Please, Shane...need you inside me!"
Shane climbed off him, picking the bottle of oil up again and squeezing a little onto his fingers. "Then spread your legs wide for me, Buh," he husked, rubbing his fingers together as he studied his lover critically.
Buh Buh didn't hesitate to obey, bending his knees until his feet were flat on the mattress. Shane slipped between his legs and leaned over him, staring intently into his eyes as he pressed two, then three fingers inside him, curling them until he found the slight bulge. Buh Buh cried out, his hips snapping up sharply in response to the jagged streaks of delight that shot up his spine.
"Oooh, yes, baby," Shane crooned. "You like that, don't you?"
Buh Buh muttered incoherently, his hands clenching reflexively on Shane's shoulders. He sighed loudly in relief when Shane replaced his probing fingers with the blunt tip of his shaft, easing it in until he was fully sheathed.
"You're always so tight and ready for me," Shane murmured, running his tongue along the curve of Buh Buh's lower lip.
"Only for you, Shane," Buh Buh replied breathily, clamping his thighs against Shane's sides, lifting his hips in invitation. Shane took the hint and began to move, thrusting in a slow, easy glide that had both of them groaning in pleasure.
Shane massaged Buh Buh's sides and flanks, breathing deeply as he delved into him, never taking his eyes off the man beneath him. He savored the feel of his snug heat, the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, the little mews and pants as he rocked into him.
"Mmmm, I love those noises your making," Shane growled silkily. "So hot, sweetheart. Stroke yourself for me."
Buh Buh did as bid, wrapping his hand around pulsing flesh and pumping in time to Shane's quickening tempo. "Yeah...oh, Shane! Harder...ooooh, right there! Jesus, so good!"
Shane smiled at Buh Buh's enjoyment, bracing himself on his hands so he could watch both the other man's working hands and himself pounding into him. He hissed in air through his teeth as he felt himself almost ready to come. He grabbed one of Buh Buh's legs and wrenched it up to rest the calf on his shoulder, lunging wildly into him as he encouraged his lover to come for him.
"Come now, baby," Shane moaned desperately, perspiration glistening on his flushed face. "Come with me...I want to see it...feel it..."
Buh Buh curved into Shane's thrusts, his hands pumping furiously as he worked to do as Shane wanted, yelping loudly as he found his prostate, stabbing repeatedly against it until he was wailing with the need to climax. "Pleasepleaseplease...Shane, make me come!"
Shane chuckled harshly as he strove harder to do just that, joining his hand to Buh Buh's jerking one, helping him to tug and squeeze him until he gave a keening scream, spilling forcefully over their stomachs and hands in a thick rush.
"Fuck, Buh," Shane panted raggedly, his rhythm deteriorating into sharp, erratic lunges. "Love...the way...you come...for me." He abruptly drove deep with a grunt, then roared as he came violently, convulsing as he slumped forward into Buh Buh's waiting arms. They lay immobile like that for a very long time, long after their heartrates and breathing had returned to normal.
Buh Buh held him close, enjoying the feel of his weight pressing him into the bed, knowing that any second, Shane would rise and leave him as per usual. Shane sighed and rolled off Buh Buh, stretching hugely and sprawled onto his back, eyes closed. Buh Buh looked at him in surprise, wondering what was wrong that he wasn't in such a hurry to leave.
"Um, Shane?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Don't you have somewhere to go?"
Shane opened an eye to look at him, sardonic amusement dancing in the depths. "Are you trying to get rid of me, sweetheart?"
"Oh, no! Of course not," Buh Buh refuted emphatically. "It's just...well, you usually go back to your own room after we...well, you know."
Shane stared at him seriously for a long moment. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Shane...I always want you to stay." Buh Buh wished his throat wasn't clogged with sudden emotion so that his voice came out rough and husky.
"Then I'll stay tonight," Shane said softly, rubbing his knuckles against the other man's cheekbone.
Buh Buh sensed something going on and was deeply bemused. "I thought you said that you couldn't sleep with other people in bed with you."
"I guess it's time I learned, hmmm?" he replied, pulling Buh Buh closer, drawing the covers over them.
"Wh-what does this mean?" Buh Buh asked hesitantly as he snuggled down beside Shane.
"It means that I plan on spending all my nights with you from now on, baby," he answered, kissing the top of his head. "It means that business is going to take a back burner to you and me for a while...maybe permanently."
Tears stung the backs of Buh Buh's eyes, not really daring to hope he was hearing what he'd prayed to hear for months. "Shane...does this mean...?"
Shane lifted the other man's face to his, tenderly pressing a feather-light kiss to his brow, then lips. "I realized tonight just what I was doing to you...what I had been doing to you for a long time and knew that things couldn't continue this way. I suddenly knew what my priorities were and you were miles above any business transaction or corporate duties. I want to make things up to you, Buh. If it takes me the rest of my life. I swear to you-"
"I love you, Shane," Buh Buh blurted, then grew red with horror, not knowing how to take back his words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
Shane shushed him with his fingers over his lips. "Oh, sweet Buh...I love you, too. I do." He kissed him deeply, letting his sincerity flow into him.
Buh Buh was nearly euphoric. He couldn't believe he'd just heard Shane McMahon profess his love to him. It was like a dream come true! He momentarily thought of asking him what was the cause of his change of heart, but decided that he really didn't care. He was just glad that something did. He kissed him back with all the emotion in his heart, never wanting it to end.
But a yawn broke them apart with a laugh. "Let's get some sleep, okay," Shane suggested, nestling his head back into the pillow and pulling Buh Buh down with him. "I think I want to make up some more later."
Buh Buh chuckled happily, drifting to sleep knowing that his Shane would be there when he woke up, his feeling of loneliness fading away for good.