Disclaimer: I do not own Brock Lesnar or Kurt Angle. The events in this story are purely fiction.
Distribution: Simply ask
Rating: PG-13
Content: Suggested M/M and humor

Brock grinned down at his tied lover, holding one end of the rope and tugging at it every few moments to squeeze it tighter around him. Kurt didn�t exactly know where Brock had gotten the rope, and he never knew the man knew how to make a lasso, but he did and he was using it to his advantage. Kurt probably wouldn�t have been amused by what was going on if it wasn�t for Brock straddling his hips, a large goofy smile creasing his face and a black cowboy hat on his head. Brock tugged at the rope slightly.
�Yee-haw!� As soon as the words came out of Brock�s mouth Kurt burst into laughter. Brock chuckled, leaning down closer to Kurt and eyeing him carefully. Kurt did all he could to hold back his laughter, his face turning slightly red as he bit his tongue. He slowly calmed himself, sighing and looking up at Brock.
�All right, cowboy, untie me.� He said with an amused tone. Brock shook his head, denying Kurt his freedom and giggling. Kurt chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes.
�I�m going to hog tie you.� Brock declared. Kurt�s eyes widened.
�Oh, no you are certainly freakin� not!� Kurt said, narrowing his eyebrows at Brock.
�Awww, come on Kurty...it�ll be fun!� Brock begged. Kurt shook his head quickly and managed to wiggle his way out of the lasso. Brock sulked, his bottom lip jutting out and his clear, blue eyes making him look so innocent. Kurt sat up on the bed, still holding Brock on his lap, grinning at the younger man who suddenly decided he wouldn�t even look at him if he couldn�t have his way. Kurt just stared at him for a few moments, not really sure of how to approach the situation seriously. He would have to be insane to agree with Brock and allow him to tie him. The black cowboy hat tilted down over Brock�s eyes as he lowered his head, crossing his arms over his chest and all the while still sulking. Kurt reached his hand up and brushed the back of his fingers over Brock�s face, then tracing his jaw line all the way down and grabbing his chin, making him look at him. He kissed Brock�s pouted lips softly.
�Did I tell you how sexy you look in that hat?� Kurt asked rhetorically, his lips twitching at the temptation to laugh but he resisted.
�Are you making fun of my hat?� Brock questioned, squinting one eye at him suspiciously.
�Why would I do a thing like that?�
�Because you�re a bastard.� Brock said plainly. Kurt gasped in offense, but his facial expression quickly changed, a smirk replacing the gapping mouth. He kissed Brock again.
�But you like that, don�t you?� He said slyly. Brock shrugged.
�I suppose there are some plus sides...� Kurt paused, suddenly becoming serious.
�Hey babe, I�m just playing.�
�I bet.� Brock said sourly. Kurt put his arms around the bigger man, rubbing his back as he looked at him. Brock didn�t bother looking him in the eyes. He just sat there, staring at the rope in his hands, twisting it and knotting it.
�Brock...come on, don�t be like this...� Kurt said, a tone of frustration in his voice. Brock ignored him. Kurt frowned, his eyebrows narrowing. �We were having fun. Don�t get mad and ruin it.� Brock shot a glare at Kurt, growling quietly and throwing the rope to the side. He pointed his index finger directly in his face.
�You made fun of my hat!� He hissed.
�I did not.�
�Did so!� He barked.
�No way.�
�Oh, it�s true Kurt!� Brock had been totally serious until Kurt snickered. He cracked a smile but quickly forced it away.
�Oh, someone�s not as angry as they�re trying to act!� Kurt pointed out, grabbing and pinching Brock�s cheek. Brock yanked himself away, making sure to sneer at the Olympian.
�Thumb man...� Brock mumbled as he rubbed his cheek. Kurt�s mouth hung open.
�Don�t call me that!� Brock smirked.
�What are YOU gonna do about it?� Kurt grabbed Brock and shoved him backwards, getting on top of him and pinning him down. He pressed his lips close to his ear and then licked it, swirling his tongue around and nipping gently. Brock yelped and shuddered, gripping Kurt�s arms tightly, almost digging his flesh off. Brock jerked his head away, his cowboy hat falling of his head and to the side.
�Don�t do that!� Brock snapped. Kurt chuckled.
�Stop calling me thumb man.�
�NEVER!� Kurt once again prodded Brock�s ear with his tongue, the younger man arching his back up and howling helplessly, pushing up against Kurt but not hard enough to push him off. Kurt continued until Brock was whimpering and panting wildly, frantically begging Kurt to stop. Kurt pulled away and looked down at his lover.
�Come on, you weren�t even trying.� Kurt told him.
�You were molesting my ear!�
�You liked it.�
�Did not!� Brock protested.
�You SO loved it! I heard that tone in your voice!� Kurt pointed out.
�What tone? There was no tone!�
�You�re such a dirty, little cowboy.� Kurt continued on, ignoring Brock as he denied each accusation. Kurt quickly lapped at his ear again, Brock thrusting his body upward and squirming around as Kurt reached his hands to his arm pits and tickled viciously. Brock thrashed around, crying out with laughter and agony, and his eyes beginning to water. Kurt reached under him and slapped his ass hard, causing Brock to yelp and jerk, both of them then losing balance and falling from the bed to the floor. Along with them came the blankets from the bed, it falling over them as they hit the floor with a loud thud, both men a moment later bursting into hysterics. Silence then fell over them as they pressed their lips together and wrapped their arms around each other. Brock rubbed his leg against Kurt�s, slowly moving it up and down while letting out a deep-throated moan. He went to move his other leg but something pulled back. Something was wrapped around his ankle tightly. Brock simply yanked at it, not thinking much of it, and a moment later the lamp from the night stand came crashing down, leaving the room pitch black.

There was pure silence.

Brock slowly began to giggle.

�Whoops...�

END