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January 2022
More than seven years later. Another store room. Another city. The same two people. But different men.
„Who would have thought, huh?“ Colby smiled at the tall man in front of him.
A deep, rumbling voice replied „You know we’re not in our late twenties anymore. We could have afforded a decent hotel suite."
„Where‘s the fun in that? Also, some things get better as we get older."
Colby kissed the other‘s cheek, his nose, his lips. The beard was rougher than before. But his hair still smelled the same.
Colby‘s hands went to the other’s waistband and he pulled off his black cargo pants with a sudden jerk. Underneath he was commando. Colby pushed him backwards, causing him to sit on one of the gear cases. He stroked his lover’s bare legs and pushed them further apart to stand between them. His hands grabbed the width of his muscular thighs.
Colby said, „You have to put it over. You know, think of all the psycho killer movies we saw together. A little Lecter here. A little Vorhees there. Oh and of course a little bit of McDowell, like in his early days, Clockwork Orange days. Give them a taste of that madness that so few get to see. Loose that composure. Let it all go. You know you can be a little rough on me, don‘t you?“
Strong arms wrapped themselves around Colby’s shoulders, the right one a few shades darker because of the ink, even is this low light. „Are you done? Don’t you think I know how to do my job?“ The deep voice asked with a touch of amusement. „You’re not the only one who can play it a little extravagantly.“
The older man leaned forward. A tongue licked Colby‘s lower lip, asking for entrance. And Colby granted it willingly. They kissed until he got dizzy.
Colby whispered hoarsley, „I want to fuck you! Right now! We don’t have much time left.“
The older man smiled against his lips. He leaned back on the case and spread his legs even wider. „Then take what you need!“
Colby grinned lewdly. They had always loved to switch. And today it was no different. Today his lover needed a little more attention than usual.
Colby spat in his hand, smeared the saliva over his index and middle finger and slowly pushed them into the heat of his lover.
„So tight, so fucking tight!“, he whispered
The older man pressed his head against the wall and sighed deeply. Soon Colby‘s fingers were moving faster. His lover took his own cock in his right hand and pumped a few times, already dripping with anticipation. Colby bent down and licked it off. When he stood up again, he couldn’t read the look in the taller man’s now brown eyes.
„What?“, Colby asked and grinned.
His lover moaned. „Nothing. Keep going!“
Colby sped up his fingerfucking, spread them apart and opened the hole for him to take. The taller man’s hips were now bucking against him.
He gasped and closed his eyes. „Shit, Colby… fuck, I missed this… so much!“
Colby‘s grin turned into a soft smile. His free hand grabbed gently for his lover’s hair and pulled the tie away, letting the black mane fall to his shoulders. Colby ran his fingers through it. The scent of the conditioner now incredibly strong. Memories tried to break the surface but he pushed them back.
„I missed you too, honey!“
Colby removed his fingers from the heat. He grabbed the underside of his lover’s thighs and pulled him closer. His hands stroked over his knees and hips. He tilted him slightly backwards and watched him for a moment as the other's man fist worked relentlessly on his own shaft. Their eyes then locked and for a brief moment he didn't know where the other one was.
Colby gently said, "Why are you looking at me like that?“
His lover‘s voice trembled slightly as he spoke. „After tonight… what if it will be another seven years… before we…“
Colby interrupted him. „No! Not this time. We will make it happen. We can do it. We both achieved so much. The old man owed us this one.“
They pressed their lips together and kissed frantically. Colby hoped the other man would believe his lie. He wished he could believe himself.
Colby continued, „What are you afraid of? It’s going to be fine. Trust me!“
„All right. I trust you, I’ve always trusted you. I’ll be careful with the chair.“
„Yeah, I know.“
The older man’s hand reached up to his face, pushing Colby‘s now fully brown hair out of his face. It was almost as long as his lover’s these days. The hand stroked his face and Colby leaned against the palm with a long sigh. They stayed this way for a little eternity.
Suddenly the grin was back on Colby’s lips. „Ready to get screwed?“
„Yeah, let’s do what we’re here for!“
Colby undid his pants and pushed them down along with his shorts. His cock jumped free, fully erect, veins bulging. And then he pushed himself home. Into the familiar warmth.
He fucked him good. Long slow thrusts. Edging him a little at the end, pulling hard on his hair until the taller man pleaded him with needy words. And as his lover spilled on his own abs and even pecs, Colby enjoyed his blissful face. Then he accelerated and pumped his load into him.
Colby knew this man. He knew him so fucking well. He knew his flesh and his smile and his soul. Knew how to touch him to make his whole body convulse with sheer pleasure.
And although he knew him, it hurt to see the change before his own eyes, as they got ready afterwards. Colby had to watch the transformation from the first row.
His lover turned back into this stoic, narcissistic, larger-than-life villain with the famous last name. He pulled his hair back into a high bun for the perfect stern look. He wiped his smile from his beautiful face. And he let his eyes grow cold, so thorough that it chilled Colby to the bone.
They had no answer as to what the future would bring. They had here and now. And it was almost the same as always. It was almost like the good old days. When they were equal. At least for a short time he could believe in it. But deep down, he knew they would never be the men they once were.
Because the man in front of him was the man they called Roman Reigns.
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