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Needful XI: Day In The Life - Night Falls
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 Beer still damp on the front on his chest, Austin stumbled slightly
as he lumbered around the backstage area, still trying to get over the
hilarious kick of seeing the look of utter mortification on Hunter's face.
If he had known before what a great reaction pulling Chyna's bra off would
get, he would of done it a lot sooner.

 "Hey, Steve!  Way to go!" Jesse laughed and pounded the Rattlesnake
on the shoulder as he walked by.  "I've been wanting to see that bitch
humbled for a long time now, glad to see someone finally got one up on
her."

 Austin smirked back and patted the leather halter top that hung off
his shoulder.  "My pleasure, man."

 "You better watch your back, or walk with your legs crossed for while
though, dude, her _pitbulls_ are pretty vicious when someone goes unleashing
'em like that," Jesse tossed off a mock salute before walking off to where
Billy Gunn waited for him.

 Unable to help a good natured laugh, and in unusually high spirits,
Austin nodded at the various hoots of approval as he walked by.  When he
felt the bra being snatched away from his shoulder he turned in surprise
to find himself staring down the Boy Wonder himself.

 The heir apparent held up the bra with two fingers, letting it
dangle down.  The huge twin cup were slightly collapsed, making it look
like a prop out of a low-grade adult movie.  Austin, still riding his good
mood, couldn't help but notice how great the other man looked.  Young,
fresh, dimpled and just incredibly sexy.  An image of sweaty, naked bodies
groping and sliding came to mind, and Austin's smile turned feral.

 "I'm thinking you should of just taken the whole day off," Shane
mused as he studied the bra, completely oblivious to the other
man's hungry look.  "You realize that you just got all of us into a
lot of trouble with that stunt out there.  The USA censors are probably
pulling their hair out at the roots."

 The hand holding the bra dropped, and Shane looked up from beneath
dark lashes to study Austin with a slightly veiled look.  "Bad Rattlesnake."

 Austin looked back over his shoulder and then over Shane's.  Satisfied
that no one else was around, he grabbed the younger man and pushed him up
against the wall, his hips pressing against Shane's tightly as one hand
cupped the side of his neck and the other was braced on the wall behind him.

 Pleasantly surprised, Shane smiled, and let his body go limp.  "I
think you just wanted to see her puppies," he accused.

 "Pitbulls," Austin growled.  "Jesse said they were pitbulls."

 Giving an exaggerated pout, Shane stared into a pair of light blue
eyes and sighed dramatically.  "You know Jesse stole that whole 'puppies'
thing from me.  That's gimmick infringement, which is, according to X-Punk,
a _felonious_ offense."

 Steve was too distracted by the soft, pink lips forming the words
to actually hear or understand what the words were, so he gave no response.
The warm, hard body pressed up against his was incredibly delicious, and he
felt the tell-tale signs of arousal starting to build inside him.  He didn't
remember the last time he had been so affected by someone, but already
his breathing was slightly labored, his cock hard and interested in this new
body, his head weaved in closer to the other's.  Shane's pulse jumped under
his hand.

 "...around."

 Shane's voice wavered back into his thoughts, and Austin blinked, gave
a slightly guilty look.  He hoped he hadn't been out of it for too long.
"What?"

 A slow smile, and Shane moved in slightly to nuzzle Steve's neck with
his nose and sealed lips.  "I asked if you wanted me to put on Chyna's bra
and dance around."

 "_What_?"

 He snickered, "I say a lot of stuff when you ignore me.  Incidentally,
you gave up the opportunity for a mind-numbing blow job in the bar that
night."

 Another slow blink and Austin moved in closer, gravitated in for a
kiss...but pulled back before lips met.  Shane grumbled inwardly in
frustration.  Either Austin had incredible self-control or he found that
torturing the younger man was just more fun.  "Are you going to kiss me
or just hump my leg for the rest of the night?"

 Looking down, Austin found he was indeed grinding against Shane, and
getting a nice reaction while he was at it.  Shane's breath hitched in his
throat as Austin thrust a little more roughly.  "Not the rest of the night,"
he said, smirking.  "I got a match with Triple H in the main event, so I
can't do this forever."

 Tired of waiting, Shane reached up and grabbed the back of Austin's
head, brought it down for a rough, searching kiss that was both painful, wet
and sweet.  Lips parted and tongues tackled in a wrestling match of silk
and raw touch and Shane tilted his head for better access to a deceptively
soft mouth.  He had to stop himself from ripping off the other man's clothes
and flopping onto the floor like a horny teenager right in the middle of the
arena hallway where anybody could of seen them.

 Pulling away nearly simultaneously, the two men breathed heavily as
they leaned in against each other.  Shane reached up to run his thumb over
the pad of Austin's lower lip, moaned when a pink tongue darted out to lick
and suck briefly.  "Tonight; come back with me to my hotel room."

 His eyes closed briefly, and Austin started to draw reluctantly away
but Shane grabbed him around the waist to stop him.  Pulling him in close,
Shane embraced the other man tightly, feeling almost as if he could fall
asleep in Steve's arms.  They wrapped around him tightly and possessively
and Shane leaned his head against Austin's shoulder.  "I'll leave a key in
your gym bag.  After the match, come to my room."

 "Shane..."

 "Don't say yes or no, 'cause either way I'll be thinking about it
for the rest of the night and I won't get anything done.  Just either show
up or don't."  Drawing back slightly, Shane looked into the other man's
eyes and then leaned in against him for another brief kiss before letting
go completely.  "Okay?"

 A noticeable pause, and Austin nodded, took a few steps back.

 Shane smiled, and looked down at the hand that still held the black,
leather bra.  He swung it around briefly before throwing it back at Austin
and sidestepping around him.  "I'm sure you'll want to get that bronzed
or something.  Just make sure that you don't turn your back on Chyna in
that main event or else you'll be _no_ good to me if you do decide to
come."

 "I'm beginning to think you just want me for my body."  Austin
nearly smacked himself.  Where the _hell_ had that come from?

 Shane beamed at the comeback, couldn't help but tease a little,
"Well, what else are you good for?"

 "I know how to knit." Austin smirked, satisfied with Shane's
stupefied reaction.  "Nanna Austin taught me, and I can knit anything.
A sock, a sweater, you name it.  Instead of sex, I can make you a whole
wardrobe."

 "But sex is so much more enjoyable."

 "Knitting lasts longer."

 Shane waggled his eyebrows, "Not necessarily."  He grabbed the
front of Austin's shirt and yanked forward, "The knitting thing is
cute, Steve, I never would of guessed.  But as much as I would like to
stick around and rib you about it - I have to get ready for Joey's
match against Edge.  Between you and me, he doesn't stand a chance on
his own and I, like the good friend that I am, am going to help him out
a little."

 Austin frowned slightly.  "Edge and that brother of his are fucked
up, watch yourself around them."

The concern earned him another kiss, "I didn't know you cared."
Shane paused, got a concerned look himself.  "Hunter will be gunning for
you now, he's probably just as pissed about Chyna losing her top as she
is."

 "I can take care of myself."

 "I just bet you can," Shane closed his eyes and inhaled one last
time the other man's scent.  Beer, sweat, and...peach.  An impish grin,
and Shane ducked his head, licked a long trail across Austin's chest and
nipple.  Tasting.  The other man moaned and Shane drew away before they
got carried away.  Took a few backwards steps down the hall.  "Later.
Good luck, I'll be rootin' for ya."

 Nodding, Austin watched him go before turning to leave in the
opposite direction.  It was only when the hallway was clear once again
that Triple H stepped out of the dressing room, where he had eavesdropped
on the entire conversation.  So his suspicions had been right, Shane _had_
been seeing someone else.

 His fist clenched at his sides.  No.  Anyone but Austin.

 "Shit!"  Plaster gave way under his fist as Hunter punched the
wall, the pain not even registering as he stormed off in search of Chyna.
She was pissed enough to help him make sure that the only way Austin
would leave the arena that night, was in an ambulance.