Title: Cheat
Author: Lizzie
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: R
Characters: Rob Van Dam, Eddie Guerrero.
Content: Language, m/m sex, a little very, very mild bondage. Nothing too bad, this time :)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and unless I suddenly become Vince McMahon, I never will. Not saying this happened in any way, shape or form.
Distribution: I have a very simple philosophy - want, take, have. Just let me know where it is.
Summary: After Judgement Day, RVD has plans for Eddie Guerrero.
Notes: Lisa wanted a fic inspired by *that* pic of RVD whilst doing the surfboard thingie on Eddie Guerrero. I�m happy to oblige :)

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Cheat
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�So, wanna fuck?�

Eddie raises both eyebrows and looks at RVD just like he�s lost his mind. Rob smiles and smoothes his singlet down over his hips, checking Eddie out the whole time. He tucks a few stray strands of hair that worked their way loose from his ponytail during the match behind his ear, and as he smoothes out the Spandex over his ass, Eddie frowns.

�What�s wrong with you, esse?� Eddie says, hands on hips, looking up at Rob from under his eyebrows with his head slightly tilted. �I just cheated you out of the Intercontinental Championship, and now you wanna fuck?�

Rob shrugs. �Yeah�, he says. �So, you wanna?�

Eddie smirks. He knew RVD was easy, but this is ridiculous. �Sure, he says. �Why not�.

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A quick shower and change later, they�re not in any rush to make it back to the hotel; Eddie�s just glad the rental car he�s driving�s an automatic �cause he�s pretty sure even RVD couldn�t contort around a gear stick and driving the whole way stuck in first isn�t exactly his idea of a good time.

As it is, it�s worked out well. Rob unzips his pants, pulls them down around his thighs, then goes down on him. So now Eddie�s got Rob�s hot mouth wrapped around his cock and Rob�s hot hands on his balls. And Eddie takes his sweet time driving.

He�s not even sure why he bothers folding his rock-hard cock back into his jeans after they�ve made it to the hotel � all he�d really need to do is pull up the jeans and carry his bag in front of him, and he knows Rob�s going to pounce the second they reach the elevator no matter what he does. Still, awkwardly, he fits himself back into his black jeans and they walk into the foyer, his cock throbbing the whole time.

And he�s right. The second the elevator doors close, Rob has him pressed up against the wall. Both bags drop to the floor and Eddie�s jeans follow soon after. He thrusts against Rob�s denim-covered thigh while Rob�s busy devouring his collarbone, biting and sucking his way from his shoulder to the pounding vein in his neck. Eddie thrusts harder, basically humping Rob�s leg, and suddenly he couldn�t care less if he came right then and there. He just wants to get off and to hell with his reputation.

But the doors slide open and Rob steps back. He picks up his bad, glances over at Eddie for a second with that goddamn infuriating smirk on his face, then steps into the corridor. Eddie groans, yanks up his jeans and makes it through the doors just as they�re starting to close.

Struggling down the corridor with his bag in one hand and the waistband of his jeans in the other is suddenly worth it the second the door of Rob�s hotel room closes behind him. Rob obviously sprinted and he�s already lying there on the bed, buck naked and hard. Eddie yanks off his boots, followed quickly by his shirt and his jeans, almost tripping himself he�s so anxious and horny. But, suddenly remembering himself, he stops.

�So, Mr Pay-Per-View wants a taste of Latino Heat?� he asks, smoothing back his hair with one hand and circling his cock with the other.

Rob, lounging on the bed with his head propped up on one hand, rolls his eyes. He glances down at Eddie�s hard cock and he smirks, like he�s somehow vaguely amused by it all � something Eddie finds vaguely disturbing. But then he spreads his legs. Wide.

Eddie doesn�t need a second invitation. Retrieving a tube of lube from his bag, he strides over to the bed, cock bobbing as he walks. Two seconds later and he�s crawled up the bed, kneeling between Rob�s thighs, this huge smile on his face because all he can think of is the match and how he�s always seeing Rob�s ass in the air. How long he�s wanted to do this he has no idea. But he�s sure he�s never gonna be able to be in the same ring as him again without thinking of this exact moment. Seeing Rob in Spandex after he�s seen him in his birthday suit�s gonna be fucking torturous.

Lubing Rob�s ass is more fun than he�s imagined. He�s fucking responsive, bucking, thrusting, fucking *writhing* beneath him as Eddie moves his fingers inside of him, his eyes closed and skin flushed. Somehow he hooks his hands over the metal bat at the head of the bed, arching his back.

�Now�, Rob gasps, so Eddie slips his fingers around his cock and gives it a couple of good, hard strokes, coating it thickly. But just as the head of his cock�s pressing at Rob�s asshole, Rob shakes his head.

�What?� Eddie rasps, sitting back, hands on thighs.

�Not like this�, Rob says, and somehow twists off the bed. �Lay back�. So Eddie does, as Rob fishes first in Eddie�s bag, then in his own. �Spread eagle�. Eddie spreads his arms and legs, and smiles as he sees what Rob takes from his bag. Four leather cuffs, four lengths of nylon twine, and the Intercontinental Championship Belt.

�So you like it kinky�, he says, practically squirming in anticipation as Rob fastens the belt around his waist for him, then buckles and ties him to the bedposts.

Rob nods, straddling his waist, right over the belt, Eddie�s cock brushing against the crack of his ass. Then, taking his cock in his hand, Rob slowly impales himself.

Eddie gasps and bucks. It�s really all he can do, being tied down and all. And it�s all he does as he watched Rob fuck himself on his cock. He rides him, rocking up and down, head thrown back, hand on his own cock. Eddie wishes he could touch him, feel his hot, sweat-slicked skin under his fingers, jerk him off slowly, but he has to content himself with watching. It�s not the worst option he could think of.

Rob moans. Over and over, louder and louder, fucking himself faster and faster on Eddie�s throbbing flesh. Soon Eddie�s moaning too, �til they�ve both come and Rob collapses against his chest, lapping softly at Eddie�s nipple.

Two minutes later, Eddie falls asleep.

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For a second as Eddie wakes, he has no idea where he is. It�s dark and he can�t see and he can�t move � he starts to panic. Then the light�s on and when his eyes adjust and he sees Rob, he remembers. He remembers some of the best sex of his life, Rob Van Dam riding his cock hard and fast, coming so hard he saw stars. He remembers being tied up.

But then he focuses on Rob. Rob who�s pulling on his shirt and moving for the door.

�Where you going, man?� Eddie asks, frowning. �I�m still tied up here�.

�I thought I should get back to my room�, Rob says, straightening out his collar, picking up his bag.

�I thought *this* was your room�.

Rob shakes his head, smiling. �Nope. My room�s three doors down. Next to yours�.

�So you�re just gonna leave me here? No way, esse. No way you�re gonna leave me here tied up�.

�Just you watch me, *esse*�.

Eddie shivers, watching the look on Rob�s face. He realises just how serious he is, and starts pulling on the restraints. But they won�t give. Rob tied them too well. He�ll just have to wait �til someone finds him. �Til the person who�s supposed to be in the room finds him.

�You can�t leave me like this! What am I gonna say?�

Rob opens the door, then turns and looks at Eddie with that trademark RVD grin.

�You mean how are you gonna explain what you�re doing tied up in bed with sticky sheets, wearing the IC belt�, Rob says, watching the colour drain from Eddie�s face. �I�d say you have a good, oh, ten minutes, before Taker gets here�.

�*Taker*?�

Rob nods, his grin brightening. �Yeah. This is Taker�s room. I don�t even wanna think about what he�s gonna do to you�. Eddie gulps. �You think about this next time you wanna cheat me, Eddie�.

And with that, Rob Van Dam leaves the room.

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