"Long! Long!"
Theodore Long looked up, disrupted from his attempted sweet talking of Maven by the shouts of his smaller client. "What?" he hissed, scowling at Rodney and jerking his head towards Maven pointedly.
Rodney rolled his eyes at that; he knew full well that Maven was dating Rico, and very happy in the relationship. Long knew it too, but he chose to pursue the attractive young man anyway. "You ain't gonna believe what I just saw!" Rodney told his manager urgently.
Long scowled at him. "Will I give a damn?"
"Yeah!" Rodney grabbed Long's wrist, dragging him forcibly away from Maven.
Long, unable to break Rodney's strong grip, shot him an angry look, then turned back to Maven. "I'll see you at the show tomorrow!" he called. Maven just smiled politely and turned in the opposite direction. Long sighed, watching Maven's ass longingly. "I'll get him," he murmured, tugging on the wrist which Rodney was holding. "What the hell is so important, player?" he demanded. "This better be damn good!"
"It is!" Rodney insisted. He glanced around the hall, which was deserted, then leaned in close to whisper to his manager. "I saw Mark in the locker room."
"Boy, I don't give a damn!" Long snapped. "Ogle him all you want. Hell I don't care if you two wanna hook up."
"I don't!" Rodney cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. "I saw him with someone, and you ain't gonna believe who."
"As long as it wasn't my boy Maven, and I know it wasn't ‘cos he was here with me, I don't care!" Long insisted.
"Oh yeah?" Rodney crossed his arms over his chest. "Goldberg!"
Long stiffened. "That bastard attacked him? Damn, boy, why aren't you helping?!?" He took off for the locker room, his motion halted by Rodney gripping his wrist.
"They weren't fightin'!" Rodney hissed. "They were kissin'! And not *just* kissin', neither!"
Long stared at him, his eyes wide. "Boy, you ain' telling me - Mark and - and Goldberg? You ribbin' me?"
"No!" Rodney shook his head, his face serious. "I looked into the locker room, and there's Mark and Goldy, kissin' the face off each other, Goldy up against the lockers and his legs around Mark's waist! I ain't kidding!"
"No. Hell no!" Long shook his head in disbelief. "Goldberg, spreading his legs? Nah, it must've been someone else! Mark's popular with the boys - probably got some jobber to give it up to him."
"I saw him!" Rodney insisted. "It was HIM, black and white trunks and all!"
Long frowned, thinking for a moment. "How long ago was this?" he questioned.
"Just a moment ago!" Rodney replied.
"Well, there's an easy way to clear this up." Long stood up straight, brushing off his neat jacket. "Let's just pay a visit to the locker room. Come on." He strode quickly down the hall, Rodney trailing nervously behind him. When they reached the room, Long took a deep breath, then pushed open the door and walked right in. He stopped, staring in shock at what he saw; Goldberg was, indeed, in the room with Mark. If they had coupled - and, from the smell in the room, he guessed they had - they were done now. Goldberg had his trunks back on and was just finishing lacing up his boots. He was sitting on the bench, right next to Mark, their legs touching. Both Mark and Goldberg looked up when Long and Rodney entered the room.
"Hey boys," Mark greeted, nodding to his manager. He looked a bit nervous, glancing at Goldberg questioningly; Goldberg, however, seemed perfectly relaxed.
"Hey Long, Mack," Goldberg stated, hopping to his feet once his lace was tied. He smiled at Mark, leaning down to kiss him and pat his thigh. "Had a good time tonight. I'll see ya tomorrow." With that, he strode confidently from the room.
Long and Rodney gaped after him with open mouths. Once his figure disappeared into the hall, they turned to Mark, both sets of eyes wide. Mark fidgeted uncomfortably, glancing up at them, then down at his boots. "What?" he muttered.
"Player - you and him?" Long gasped, his voice sounding astonished.
Mark shrugged. "Why not? He's willing and he's good at it," he snapped defensively. "He likes to fuck and he asked me straight out; no games and shit like most of the boys around here. I don't see no reason to turn down a good lay."
"Well - " Long opened his mouth, then closed it, having no idea what to say to that.
"You boys ready to head to the hotel?" Mark asked, changing the subject as quickly as he could.
Rodney and Long looked at each other, neither really wanting to
broach the subject again with the behemoth of a man, despite the huge volume
of questions running through their heads. "Yeah," they said in unison,
keeping quiet and letting Mark lead them to the car.