"Latino Heat!" blared the speakers as Eddie's hand was raised by the ref. He was grinning broadly as he was handed his new title belt, taking the other from the ref and handing it to his tag team partner. They embraced happily, Eddie keeping an arm over his partner's shoulder as he turned to the crowd, showing off his new belt.
"I can't believe it!" JR exclaimed over his mic. "Latino Heat have won the tag titles!"
Eddie could hardly believe it himself, but it was undeniably true. "Teaming with you is the best decision I ever made, esa!" Eddie told his partner. He kept his arm around the red-haired Mexican as they exited the ring, stepping over tow nearly unconscious Hardy Boys. Essa smiled and nodded, clutching his belt tightly as they walked up the ramp.
Once backstage they headed for the Radicals' dressing room, where Chris, Dean, Perry, and Essa's best friend, K-Kwik, were waiting. Their friends greeted them with smiles and hugs, Chris cracking open a bottle of champaign to celebrate.
"To the new tag champs; may their reign be long and prosperous!" Chris toasted after pouring them all a glass. They all clinked their glasses together and drank, settling in to talk and laugh merrily. Essa sat chatting with Kwik and Dean, who was subtly flirting with the new tag champ. However, Essa's eyes kept drifting back to Eddie, who was sitting a few feet away talking with Chris and Perry. Eddie's eyes kept traveling back to his partner as well, and once their eyes met for a moment. Their shared gaze told them they were thinking the same thought.
A little while later, both new champions found reasons to excuse themselves, heading back to the hotel together. Chris notice Dean's eyes lingering on Essa's back as the Mexican disappeared down the hall. Chris also noticed the hint of jealousy in his friend's eyes as Eddie slid his arm around Essa's waist as they walked.
"Dean." Chris put his hand on the smaller man's shoulder. He looked after Latino Heat, then back at his friend. "What's that about, man? You got a thing for Essa?"
Dean fidgeted, glancing back at Kwik. "I think he's as good looking as the next guy," he said with a shrug.
Without taking his eyes off Dean, Chris picked up their bags off the bench, handing Dean his bag. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel," he announced. "Perry, you need a ride?"
"Nah, you go ahead. I've got a meeting with Terri later," Perry replied.
"Ok. See you tomorrow." Chris led Dean out to his car, throwing their bags in the trunk them taking off for the hotel. After they had driven in silence for a few minutes, Chris glanced over at Dean. The shorter man was staring out the window, a frown on his face. "Wanna talk about it?" Chris asked him.
Dean glanced over a Chris, then sighed. "Not much to say," he muttered. "I like him, but he doesn't feel the same way. Besides, look at him, then look at me. I don't have a shot. And then there's Eddie."
"Yes, Eddie." Chris glanced at Dean for a second, then returned his eyes to the road. "Does the thought of them hooking up bother you?" Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Dean stiffen a little.
"You think that's gonna happen?" Dean asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Oh, I'd bet on there being some action in their room tonight. You saw the way they were looking at each other. Plus, they just won the belts. They sure as hell have cause for celebration!"
"I guess." Dean turned back to the window, staring out into the night.
Chris was quiet for a minute, trying to think of a way to cheer his friend up. "Hey, maybe you'd feel better if you got some action yourself, hmm?" Chris suggested, cocking an eyebrow at the man in the passenger seat. "I could always hook you up with someone. How 'bout Jericho? He's always up for a good time."
Dean chuckled. Chris and Jericho were old friends, as well as old flames, and they were constantly teasing each other. "Nah, that's ok," he said, a smile remaining on his face. "Though I certainly wouldn't mind getting some."
"Me neither." Chris clicked his tongue, trying to keep the mood light. "Good boyfriends are so damn hard to find!"
"Oh, it's not so hard," Dean commented. "There are LOTS of things that're harder to find. Like those pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. Or lost cities made of gold."
Chris laughed, glad to see a cheeky smile on Dean's face. "Yeah,
I guess," he agreed, mentally deciding that he was going to get Dean, and
hopefully himself, dates if it killed him.
"Mmm." Essa opened his eyes, yawning loudly. He climbed out of bed to pull open the drapes, letting the morning sun light into the room. He walked back over to the bed, happily snuggling back under the covers and resting his head on Eddie's chest.
Eddie opened his eyes, smiling down at the Mexican. "Morning baby," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to Essa's forehead.
"Morning." Essa closed his eyes, his breath floating across Eddie's strong chest.
Eddie curled his arm around the redhead's back, stroking his soft skin gently. "Last night was wonderful," he told his tag team partner.
"Sie. It was indeed, amigo."
Eddie's eyes moved to the night stand, where their new title belts lay. "I still can't believe we won," he stated, a touch of wonder in his voice.
Essa opened his eyes and looked up at his partner, amusement in his gaze. "You really surprised we beat them?" he asked, his accent thicker than usual from morning grogginess.
"I guess not." Eddie shrugged. "It's just the belts I can't believe we have."
Essa folded his hands across the center of Eddie's chest, resting his chin on the back of them and gazing up at his new lover. "We deserved them," he commented, making Eddie laugh.
"We worked our asses off, man!" the dark-haired man stated, grinning broadly. "But you know, winning the belts really wasn't my favorite thing from last night."
"Oh no?" Essa raised his eyebrows coyly. "And what could be better than that?"
Eddie chuckled. "You want me to remind you, baby?"
"Mmm, please do," Essa purred, licking his lips hungrily.
A big grin on his face, Eddie wrapped his arms around Essa's slim waist and flipped him over so the redhead was lying beneath him. He nudged Essa's legs apart and settled between them, pulling Essa's ankles up over his shoulders. "I think I'm starting to remember, amigo," Essa commented huskily as Eddie took the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers, gently slipping a digit inside Essa's tight opening. Essa moaned as his Latino lover began to finger him, adding a second, then a third finger. He was panting in need by the time Eddie withdrew his fingers and covered the smaller man's body with his own.
"You ready baby?" Eddie asked, quickly slicking his cock with the lube.
"Ohhh yes," Essa moaned. "Fill me, baby."
Eddie happily obliged. He slid into his lover slowly, giving him enough time to adjust. He paused when he was buried to the hilt in Essa's tight sheath.
"Oh baby yeah," Essa moaned, arching his hips against Eddie. Eddie moaned, beginning to thrust into the smaller man at a rapid pace. He grasped Essa's ass, shifting slightly to get deeper penetration. Essa cried out as Eddie brushed against his prostate, murmuring something in Spanish. Eddie thrust in again at the same angle, continuing to hit his lover's g-spot with every thrust. Essa began purring and mewling, occasionally swearing in Spanish when Eddie went particularly deep. It didn't take too long before his back arched and he shot into orgasm, spilling his cum across their stomachs. Eddie gasped as his lover's tight walls clenched about his cock, the tight, hot heat drawing his orgasm from him. Eddie threw his head back and came with a shout, emptying his seed deep within Essa's body. He collapsed on top of the starry-eyed redhead, his breath thundering in his chest.
"Oh lord...amigo, you are goooooood," Essa murmured, taking several deep breaths.
Eddie looked up at him and grinned. His cheeks were flushed, but he was practically glowing. He made a face when he realized both their bodies were soaking with sweat, not to mention the cum coating their stomachs. "Come on, Essa, we'd better shower and get cleaned up," Eddie told his lover, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom.
"Mmm, sure we will," Essa murmured, his eyes watching the way
Eddie's ass moved as they walked. A few minutes later they were immersed
in hot, steamy water, their hands running all over each other's bodies
as they made out like crazy.