"Do you like my hair?" the tall, blondish man questioned.
"I love it," his lover replied, wrapping his arms around the tall man's waist. He pressed his lips against the sort-of blonde's neck. "It really suits you."
"Thanks." The blondish man leaned back against his slightly taller lover. He closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of his lover's arms around him.
"Baby?" the taller man questioned. "You ok?"
"I guess." He opened his eyes, gazing up into adoring eyes.
"You guess?" The former WWF champion raised his infamous eyebrow. "Come on. The Rock wants to know what's wrong!" He let his hands drift over his lover's stomach, lightly tickling the defined muscles his fingers moved over.
His lover chuckled, squirming a little. "Stop that."
"Tell me," the Rock insisted, his fingers continuing to tickle.
His lover swatted away the taller man's hands. "Ok fine. I just feel a bit out of place, I guess."
"Out of place?" Rock rested his chin on the other man's shoulder. "The Rock thinks there's no better place for you to be than in his arms!"
His lover frowned. "But I'm such a klutz. No one takes me seriously."
"The Rock does. And the Rock doesn't care what any of those jabrionies think! Hell, most of the jabronies in the WWF think the Rock should like pie!" The Rock grinned, his hands sliding down to caress his lover's hips. "But the Rock doesn't care. The Rock prefers strudel." He growled softy, his hands dipping lower. "This strudel in particular."
The Rock's lover glanced up into his boyfriend's adoring eyes. "You really don't care that I'm such a dork?"
"Couldn't care less," Rock replied, chuckling softly. "Hell, I'm a dork myself! I find dorks very attractive." His hands traced along his lover's waist, deftly unfastening the button on his jeans. "Besides that, there in nothing dorky about you when you're lying beneath me in bed. You can call yourself a dork all you want, but you'll always be a sex kitten to me."
Rock's lover blushed as his jeans were pushed down his hips. "No one would call me a sex kitten," he stated.
"Would and did!" Rock insisted. "Come on babe, where's the sexy babe I've seen on tv? The one that claimed to be completely craziak?"
The sort-of blonde chuckled. "I was just being silly. I'm supposed to be a silly dork."
"Well I think it's sexy," Rock stated. "You just needs to loosen up, Shawn. Be that crazy, sexy, perky kitten I know you can be."
His lover grinned, raising an eyebrows as his hands deftly worked to remove the Great One's pants. "In that case, wanna take a ride to my world?" He wiggled his hips, grinding against Rock. "Come on in to Planet Stasiak!"
"Don't mind if I do," Rock growled, grinning as he took his lover's hand, lead him into the bedroom, and closed the door tightly behind them.
THE END