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It was standard procedure for wrestlers to report to the medical staff after Continental Classic matches. The schedule was so grueling and the matches were so intense that AEW wanted to keep a close eye on any injuries, no matter how insignificant they may seem.
That was why Kevin found himself being manhandled by a medical staff member. The man dug his fingers into Kevin’s shoulders, traps, and back, checking for any tender spots.
“I’m sore, but I’ll be alright,” Kevin said with a wince.
The man hummed, handing Kevin an ice pack, which he promptly pressed against his ribs. Speedball caught him with a particularly hard kick there. It was odd that someone so kind and gentle could be so vicious once the bell rang.
A soft knock against the open door emanated throughout the room, drawing Kevin’s attention. Speedball stood in the doorway, a hesitant smile on their face.
“How are you feeling?” they asked softly.
Kevin shrugged. “Nothing too bad. You definitely didn’t pull any punches out there.”
“Of course not. That would have been disrespectful, and I respect you very much.”
Kevin hung his head and let out a laugh. He’d never met someone as earnest as Speedball. If he didn’t know it was sincere, it’d feel robotic.
“For sure,” Kevin answered. “You up for stopping at—?”
Speedball was standing very close to him now. They were no strangers to each other, obviously, but there was something about Speedball’s expression that gave Kevin pause.
“What’re you thinking about?” Kevin asked, gazing up into his partner’s eyes. There was something like hunger in Speedball’s expression.
The Canadian cleared their throat. “I am cashing in my Winner’s Room clause tonight. If you will accept it.”
The medic clumsily gathered his things and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Oh, shit,” Kevin’s face began to burn like a stovetop. “I guess— I mean, sure, it’s your call, right?”
“Yes,” Speedball said plainly. “But I wanted to give you the chance to object. I can save it for another match.”
Kevin felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. “No, don’t do that,” he replied, a little too quickly. “I guess I’m just kinda… surprised, is all.”
Speedball cocked their head like a puppy. “Why are you surprised?”
“I dunno, I guess I figured you would’ve cashed it in on Fletcher,” Kevin said, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling a little sheepish.
Speedball let out a puff of a laugh. “I don’t think he would’ve been happy about that,” they said, reaching down to cup Kevin’s face in their hand. “I was hoping maybe we would enjoy it much more, together.”
Kevin’s breath caught in his throat. His gaze flicked between Mike’s blown pupils and their wet, puffy lips. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head.
“Let’s do it.”
They agreed to meet in Mike’s room once they’d taken some time to wash up and get dressed. The entire time he was in the hotel shower, Kevin’s mind was spinning. He’d thought about Mike romantically before (tag team wrestling tended to have that effect on anyone), but he never thought to act on it. He and Mike had a good thing going, and he didn’t want to be brash and screw it all up by making an unwanted advance.
But then here came Mike, using their cashing in their one Winner’s Room for the C2 tournament on their own tag team partner, of all people. Was that their plan all along? If they didn’t cash in on Kyle fuckin’ Fletcher when they had the perfect opportunity, it must’ve been, right?
Or Mike had meant what they said about wanting both parties to enjoy the Winner’s Room. And if that were the case, maybe Kevin was simply the safest option. Maybe they sensed Kevin’s attraction and figured they’d make his night, just this once.
The thought of this being a one time thing upset Kevin in ways he didn’t want to address. He turned off the water and quickly dried himself off before throwing on some grey sweatpants and his JetSpeed t-shirt.
He shot Speedball a quick text to say he was on his way over and headed for the elevator.
Mike opened his room door suspiciously quickly, as though they had just been waiting right behind it. They put their hands on Kevin’s hips and looked into his eyes, a warm smile plastered on their face.
“You still up for this? I will not be offended if you say no,” they assured.
“Nah, I’m chilling,” Kevin answered, trying too hard to seem nonchalant.
“Chilling…?”
“I mean, I’m down, yeah.” Kevin replied, a little stupid now.
“Good,” Mike nodded. They held Kevin’s hips a little more firmly, leaned a little closer. “May I kiss you?”
“You don’t have to ask, you know,” Kevin all but mumbled, cupping Mike’s face in his hands and closing the space between their lips.
Mike hummed against him and wrapped their arms around Kevin’s waist, pulling them flush against each other.
Kevin came up for air and admired the rosy blush in Mike’s cheeks before clearing his throat, gesturing to the bed, and asking, “Did you have something in mind, like with— like do you want me to— or you can, I mean, if you want—“
Mike laughed softly, looking at Kevin with adoration in their eyes. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Kevin buried his face in his hands. “Top, bottom. You know. You have a preference either way?”
Mike’s hands snaked their way under Kevin’s shirt, feeling the warm skin around his torso, as they answered. “I would love to fuck you, Kevin. If you’ll take me.”
Oh, fuck.
“Yeah, yeah, for sure,” Kevin sputtered as butterflies took off in his gut. Mike tended to be direct in how they spoke, but in a setting like this it left Kevin reeling. His cock was starting to twitch in his sweatpants as his body started to get increasingly excited.
Mike recaptured Kevin’s mouth in a hungry kiss before walking them toward the bed. Once the backs of Kevin’s knees hit the foot of the bed, Mike gave him a gentle push so he was sitting down. They then went into their luggage to retrieve lube and a condom.
“I’m a little surprised, you know,” Kevin remarked as he scooted toward the middle of the mattress and let his legs splay.
“Surprised about what?” Mike asked. They’d set the lube and condom on the bed and peeled their shirt off over their head.
“That you’re into topping. I guess I figured—“
“You figured? Meaning you’ve thought about this before?” Mike cut in, eagerness plain on their face.
Kevin smacked himself on his forehead. “Shit,” he muttered. “Not like— not seriously, you know? I wouldn’t want to—“
Mike tilted their head. “Wouldn’t want to what?”
“I wouldn’t want to make things weird, I guess. If you weren’t into it, you know?” Kevin answered, leaning back on his hands and looking up at Mike, suddenly feeling very small.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, I am very much into it,” Mike answered, settling between Kevin’s legs and leaning down to kiss him. They gradually guided Kevin onto his back and moved their lips to Kevin’s throat, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin and cherishing each soft gasp they pulled from Kevin’s lips.
Mike grinded their hips down, letting Kevin feel the straining imprint of their cock against his. It immediately made him jump and clutch the sheets beneath him.
“Are you alright?” Mike asked softly.
Kevin nodded and swallowed thickly. “Fuck, yeah. I just, uh… I’ve really wanted this. For a while.”
Mike beamed and planted a kiss on his partner’s cheek. “I’ve wanted this, too. You’re so gorgeous, Kevin. And so charming, and sweet, and such a wonderful partner.”
Kevin reached up and pulled Mike into a tight hug, wrapping his legs around Mike’s hips to draw them even closer. “Fuck, you make me so happy.”
“You too,” Mike murmured, nuzzling against Kevin’s neck. Kevin could feel that their little admissions had gotten Mike even more turned on, apparently. Their dick felt even larger now, pressed against the inside of Kevin’s thigh.
Reluctantly, Mike broke up the hug and sat on his heels. He pulled down Kevin’s sweatpants and boxers together, letting Kevin’s cock spring out from under the fabric. Mike bit their lip as they looked at it.
“Very pretty,” they praised softly, making Kevin laugh.
“That’s not usually how people talk about dicks, you know.”
“Maybe not, but it’s true,” Mike answered. They flipped open the lube and squeezed a dollop onto their fingers, looking into Kevin’s eyes as they pressed their fingertips to Kevin’s entrance.
Kevin let out a shaky breath as Mike’s finger slowly pushed inside. His eyes fell shut and he lay flat on his back, surrendering himself to Mike’s care.
“Fuck,” Kevin gasped, throwing his arm over his eyes. Mike’s fingers were deeper in him now, gently stretching the ring of his entrance and pressing against his walls, searching for…
“Oh, fuck!” Kevin moaned as his hips bucked helplessly. Mike was relentless now that they found Kevin’s g spot, massaging the area and pulling their partner apart at the seams.
“God, Mikey— you’ve done this before,” Kevin said with a breathless laugh.
Mike perked up, pride in their face as they asked, “Can you tell?”
Kevin reached down to playfully shove Mike’s cheek. Mike just giggled and returned to the task at hand, now inserting a third finger.
A string of soft moans poured from Kevin’s lips as Mike continued to stretch his hole around their fingers. This alone was worth activating the Winner’s Room clause, in Speedball’s mind. They were secretly relieved that Kevin had admitted his feelings first, intentional or not. It gave Mike a much needed confidence boost.
And if Kevin’s little confession wasn’t enough to tell Mike that he was into this, his leaking cock and the heaving of his chest were pretty big indicators.
“Are you ready to take me now?” Mike asked softly, peering up at Kevin’s face and pressing a kiss to the inside of their partner’s knee.
“I’ve been ready, baby,” Kevin said with a smirk, eliciting a breathy laugh from Mike.
The Canadian rolled on the condom and lined up their cock with Kevin’s entrance. They braced one hand against Kevin’s toned abs while using the other to push the top of their cock inside.
“Shit—“ Kevin did his best to relax, despite how his stomach flipped. He let out a nervous laugh, “What are you so big for?”
“You can take it, baby. Be good for me,” Mike cooed, making Kevin’s mouth dry out. He nodded hurriedly and gripped the sheets under him as Mike pushed inside, stretching him to his limits and filling him up.
“You feel so perfect,” Mike all but purred as they began to thrust gently, in and out, making Kevin moan and whine beneath them.
This was better than anything Kevin had imagined. He reached for Mike’s arms, now braced on either side of him, and held onto his partner’s triceps as he let himself slip into a state of pure bliss.
“Look at you,” Mike whispered. “My partner. So gorgeous for me.”
Kevin smiled dorkishly at Mike’s praise. “You’re not too bad yourself,” he answered, locking his ankles above the small of Mike’s back.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. So perfect.”
Before Kevin could think of another quip, Mike sped up their pace. The sound of skin slapping skin began to fill the room as Kevin was rocked back and forth on the covers by Mike’s cock thrusting into him.
“God, Mikey—“ Kevin gasped, looping his arms around Mike’s shoulders and pulling them into a hug.
“Are you close, baby?” Mike whispered. All Kevin could muster in reply was a frantic nod.
“Come for me, then. I want to see how pretty you look when you do.”
Mike didn’t have to wait much longer. As a sob jumped from his chest, Kevin spilled onto their stomachs. He clenched around Mike’s cock as he came, spurring on Mike’s orgasm a few clumsy thrusts later.
They lay together for a moment, quiet save for their quick, euphoric panting and the beating of their hearts.
“Je t’aime,” Mike said softly, pressing a kiss to Kevin’s cheek.
Kevin’s French wasn’t the best by any means, but he understood what his partner meant.
“Love you too, Speedy.”