Running Late

By: Stefani

Rated: NC17

Disclaimer: Don't Own

Distribution: DreamLand and Storm, all others please ask!

Spoilers: A *weeeee* little bit of Unforgiven spoilers.

"Jeff! We don't have time, we're gonna be late!" Jay hissed, "And you're the first match! AND it's in TWENTY minutes!!"

"Don't worry Jay-Jay, we'll be FINE." Jeff said sternly before looking in the abandoned trainer and make-up room and motioning Jay in, telling him it was empty. Jeff pushed Jay up against the examination table and pressed his lips up against his lustfully, rubbing his hands over Jay's shirt.

The room had the table and a few chairs with cases full of things for medical and costume makeup and such. It was a nice size, thank God the door had a lock on it and everyone should already be ready for the night.

"Of course if you don't wanna…" Jeff said with a sneer.

"Fuck that." Jay said kissing him back.

"Better yet, fuck me." Jeff added softly.

"Gladly." Jay mumbled, attaching Jeff's mouth once again with a full desire and passion, Jeff's head spinning. They were both already in their ring attire when Jeff had insisted he needed banged right there and right then and of the audacity of him, even said that if Jay wasn't up to it he'd find another person. Which Jay sure as hell wasn't about to let happen. Jeff reached out and pulled Jay's shirt over his head, attacking his chest with nips and licks.

"Oh God… am I glad I agreed to this." Jay said moving Jeff's head around to satisfy him. Jeff let his tongue trail back to Jay's lips, swiping them around as he held is hair and pushed forcefully on him. Jay hungrily kissed Jeff back as he got off of the table Jeff had previously set him on. He grabbed the bottom of Jeff's shirt and lifted it off. It was the same one he had gotten at Trash and Vaudeville when he had went with the WWF's crewmen to go shopping. The orange netting hit the floor as Jay darted his hot tongue out to devour Jeff.

"Come on Jay…" Jeff panted, "I said no foreplay, your dick, my ass, now." Jay kissed him, more then willing to agree. He turned Jeff so Jeff was leaning against the table he had been sitting on a moment ago and unhooked Jeff's belt and pulled down his ring pants, his boxer briefs going down with those, setting around his knees. Jay moved his hand, cupping each of Jeff's firm globes in his hands and pinching them each, making Jeff squeal with delight.

"You like that?" He inquired, knowing that it sent Jeff to a frenzy.

"Need… lube." Jeff panted. Jay bit his lip and looked around the room at all of the medical things. He opened a medical case and saw a vast array of lotions. After going through countless things that wouldn't work, he assumed what he had found was some normal lotion, knowing they wouldn't miss any. Not having time to check the label on it, he spread it on his cock and fingers and pushed his index into Jeff roughly. Jeff grunted and backed up against the finger. Jay noticed his finger was a bit sticky, but just assumed it was the lotion as he kept going, it growing harder and harder. Finally he sighed and decided Jeff good as done, needing to hurry everything up.

He spread more on his cock, what was there was had dried. Jeff gripped the table as Jay roughly pushed into him again, Jeff tight and hot. Jay reached and held Jeff's hips so he could guide himself in easily. Jeff panted against him, breathing heavily and pushing back. The flimsy table a little bit as they heard the national anthem being sung, Jay humming along as he banged Jeff harder and harder.

"Oh my God." Jay said as he heard the anthem ended, neither one having reached release. He reached over and started stroking Jeff roughly and frantically, his hand that was totally sticky, slinging to Jeff's cock a little.

"What the hell kind of lube did you use? SUPER GLUE?" Jeff asked.

"No!" Jay said finding it harder and harder to slide his cock in and out of Jeff. He frantically felt around the table for the bottle.

"HAIR GEL? What the fuck?!?" He screeched desperately jerking himself out of Jeff. Jeff yelled loudly at the ripping. Jay checked his watch again.

"Damn it!" He yelled again, "Eight oh-seven." Jeff was on at eight oh-ten and they weren't near the front and they looked like shit. Jeff screeched, his ass hurting like bloody hell, as he pulled his hands up, his cock sticky and hurting as well. He grabbed the first shirt he saw and took off, running wildly through the arena. Jay quickly tried to put everything back, and pulled his tights up, his boner sticking clean out. He cursed some more and threw the hair gel back, his hands in a white flake-like, sticky mode. He ran to a sink in the room and washed his hands clean, knowing he was in deep shit.

He looked on the floor, not feeling much better. There was Jeff's orange net shirt. He yelled some more as he picked it up, knowing the writers insisted he wear a shirt at all times, or else he may be confused as Adam because of their similar appearance. He pulled it on, he had barely fit in the material of the smaller man. Not even bothering to check in the mirror, he made sure everything was as they had left it and ran out.

Jeff's match was more then underway and he watched the monitor praying for his cock to go down, which it didn't.

"Get pre-ocupied there?" Adam asking coming over giggling.

"You have no idea." Jay said pouting.

"By the way, nice shirt."

"Thanks."

"You're going to go on national TV in purple pants, your boyfriend's shirt and a boner? Boy… people talk Jay, I swear, I think they're almost on to you…" Adam giggled again, "Better watch yourself. Just don't poke me with the damned thing in the ring, I may loose an eye!" Jay tightened his wrists and went to hit Adam when they were called to go to the curtain.

"You're lucky Copeland." He added in-between his teeth.

"Yea well, I'm lucky, you got lucky… like I told you, twenty minutes just isn't enough time, you'll run late."