I walked into the locker room after my match with Undertaker, tired, ready to go back to my hotel room and rest. I went to my locker and began to pack my stuff when I noticed I wasn’t alone in the locker room. I turned to see Brock Lesnar sitting on the floor, already showered and ready to get out of the arena as well. He had a picture in his hand and the most adoring look in his blue eyes. It was a look I rarely saw on that man’s face, an expression I must admit I’d fallen in love with. I decided to slowly walk over and see what he was so content with staring at. He turned his attention to me as I approached him.

“Hey.” I said, greeting him with a half smile.

“Hi.” He responded shyly, as if he didn’t know me. He sighed, knowing what I was curious about suddenly. He turned the picture, holding it up to me. “That’s my little girl, Mya.” He told me. I took the picture gently and looked at the infant in the picture. I grinned.

“She’s adorable. Has your eyes, Brock.” I told him and handed the picture back. A smile spread across his face.

“I miss her a lot.” His smile slowly faded to a frown. “Hard to believe she’s already a year old. I feel like I’ve missed so much.” It was hard to believe something so innocent and fragile was made by him. But as I looked at him, and listened to the tone in his voice, I realized he was fragile, and just as innocent. I slowly lowered myself down beside him, realizing the quiet sound of despair coming from him. I looked at him, noticing a tear streak down his face. He was crying. Crying because he was missing out on his little girl’s life. She was growing, and he was always gone. I silently convinced him to let me put my arm around him, pulling him close, his tears running onto my shoulder.

“This is a difficult business, Brock. Sure, you’re doing what you like, but this is also supporting Mya and your fiancee. You’re not doing this for nothing.” I told him.

“I just don’t want Mya growing up thinking I don’t care about her. She’s my baby, Kurt, my own little girl. It’s not even about Nicole. Nicole understands, Mya doesn’t.” I felt one of his hands clench one of the shoulder straps to my singlet. He pulled slightly at the spandex. I raised my hand to his face, brushing my fingers over his cheek. He seemed surprised by my choice of contact and his hand shot up, grabbing mine away from his face. He looked up into my eyes with confusion. I felt this urge. I leaned towards him, Brock slightly moving his head back but not enough to escape it. I pressed my lips to his gently, kissing him sweetly, carefully. A few moments later a panicked whimper escaped him. I pulled my lips away from his, looking at him, his eyes wild with confusion and tears.

“What are you doing?” He asked. His lip quivered. I hadn’t realized until then how hard he had been holding my hand. He was terrified. He then tried to jump up, only getting to his knees before I grabbed him and pulled him back. He let out a gasp as he fell back and I pinned him down to the cold locker room floor. He looked up at me, his body trembling so violently.

“Calm down! It’s okay, Brock!” I told him. He shook his head at me.

“No, no...please don’t...please?” He babbled. Tears vanished off the sides of his head. He tried to push me away, but I didn’t allow him to.

“Don’t what?” I asked. He had confused me. I thought about it for a minute and then my jaw gaped open with surprise. “You think I’m going to rape you?!” I questioned. I’d never seen Brock so horrified. “I would NEVER do anything like that to you, Brock! Never!” I told him, scolding him for thinking I would. His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine for sincerity. I released his arms, but he now laid there on the floor without moving. “I was just...I don’t know. I was showing I cared. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I told him. I felt my heart sink. How pathetic was I? Trying to take this man as my own, when he has his family, and not to mention I have mine. I stood up, extending my hand to him and helping him up after. I leaned down and picked up the picture of Mya, then handing it to him with a smile.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, taking the picture and sliding it into his pocket.

“She really is beautiful, Brock. You got yourself a great little girl.” I told him. He sighed, wiping the tears from his face. I started to walk away when I suddenly felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned and was embraced by him. He hugged my tightly, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him.

“Thank you, Kurt. You’ve helped me so much as of late. Thank you.” His lips were close to my ear, and I had to resist the urge to kiss him again. When he finally let go, I said good-night and left for my hotel.

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By the time I had gotten to the hotel and taken a shower I was pretty relaxed and didn’t have anything on my mind. I dried myself off after my shower and dressed in jogging pants. I didn’t bother with a tee-shirt. I went out to the bed and looked around the hotel room, my eyes drifting over to the clock on the night stand. To my surprise it had been almost an hour since I got in the shower. I sighed. It seemed like time just vanished. I was about to unpack the rest of my stuff when there was a knock at the door. I looked up and then walked towards it, slowly turning the knob and opening it. To my surprise, Brock was standing there in front of me, eyeing me carefully.

“Hi Bro...” He pressed his hand to my chest and pushed me back into the room, shutting the door behind us. I almost jumped out of my skin when his lips came down over mine. He pulled away, clenching my shoulders tightly.

“I need you.” He whispered, desire and despair in his voice. I almost choked as what he said registered in my head.

“W-what?” I stuttered, not believing it.

“Please Kurt. I really need you.” He told me, begging me. This was the same man who thought I was going to rape him in the locker room mind you. He kissed me again, just another quick embrace and then he pulled away, looking into my eyes.

“Wait! What the hell is going on?!” I questioned, grabbing his arms and holding them down. “Didn’t you push me away earlier?” I reminded him. I felt him trembling, heard a desperate whimper as his eyes suddenly became teary. He did his best to get rid of his tears, but in the end they fell no matter what he did. I was shocked and I immediately pulled him to me, hugging him tightly and him hugging back. He kept his sobs as quiet as possible. “My god, Brock. Tell me what’s wrong.” I whispered to him, bringing my hand up to gently stroke his head. I felt his lips gently brush against my neck and I shuddered, wanting to lock my lips with his and feel his hot tongue twisting with mine. He slowly stopped his sobbing and pulled away slightly so he could see my face.

“I didn’t mean what I did in the locker room. You...you just caught me off guard and I didn’t know what to do because I-I know Nicole’s back home and then there’s Mya and...and...” His voice became urgent as he tried to explain. I gently touched his face, wiping the tears away as his soft, blue eyes locked with mine.

“Hey, it’s okay. Calm down, it’s okay, Brock. You don’t have to worry about what happened back there, that was my fault.” I brushed my thumb over his cheek and his eyelids fluttered, closing for an instant and then opening back up. “As for Nicole and Mya...You just gotta do what you feel is right by them. The important thing is you do what you feel is right.” His hand gently grasped my arm.

“Oh Kurt...What I want...need isn’t right. I know it’s not.” He told me. We both fell silent, not sure of what to say to each other. He let out a soft, desperate cry and then pushed his face forward, bringing his lips dangerously close to mine. He touched for only an instant before I gently pushed him back.

“If it isn’t right maybe you shouldn’t do it, Brock.” I told him. I wanted to kick myself for pushing him away. I could finally have what I wanted and I was pushing him back, making him think it over before he tried anything. His eyes shifted down, suddenly unable to look at me anymore. He whimpered. He was obviously confused, not sure if he should follow his heart or walk away. He licked his lips and his hand came up to take mine. My eyes shot down to his hand. Inside I was screaming at myself to just do what I had wanted but I didn‘t act on it. I looked back up at him and swallowed hard, feeling my heart begin to race with excitement.

“Kurt...” His voice sent shudders up my spine. He moved closer to me and I could feel his hot breath on me. He tried to kiss me again but like before I pushed him back. He grew frustrated and even more overwhelmed, letting himself drop down on the hotel room bed with a groan. He looked up at me with despair. What was I supposed to do? If I let him have his way he might regret it at a latter time, and I didn’t want any hard feelings between us over something like this. I slowly lowered myself down to the floor, kneeling in front of him, reaching over his lap to take his hand and hold it gently. He wouldn’t look at me now. He just stared blankly at the floor.

“Brock, you understand, don’t you?” I asked. He slowly nodded, sulking as he did.

“But you don’t.” He told me quietly. I narrowed my eyebrows. “I thought this was what you wanted. I need this so badly, and even though you were the one all over me in the locker room, you suddenly...” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, silencing him and catching him off guard. I pushed him back on the bed and pressed down between his legs, my tongue exploring his mouth as his hands explored my body. He grinded up against me, and I grinded back, a desperate moan escaping him as he clutched my jogging pants.