Age is just a number

Casey moaned and put a hand on the back of Pierre's head, playing with his hair, enjoying having him so close. He trailed his other hand up and down Pierre's body, gently caressing him.

Pierre rode Casey slowly, enjoying the immense pleasure. He reached between them and started to stroke himself. He flipped them over so Casey was on top. "Fuck me..." Pierre moaned out.

Casey smiled at Pierre and leaned forwards to kiss his neck, teasing him before he started moving slowly, his hands trailing down Pierre's sides before resting on his hips.

Pierre moaned louder. "Casey... faster..." He breathed, pleasure overwhelming him. He loved how Casey was so caring, so gentle. "Please... faster." He moaned, throwing his back, exposing more of his neck. He stroked himself faster as Casey thrusted in and out of him.

Casey began moving faster when Pierre asked, moaning as he did so. When Pierre threw his head back Casey kissed his neck again, more passionately this time.

Pierre arched his back when Casey thrusted into his sweet spot. He moaned something in French before he bit his lip. "Right there!" He moaned, clenching the comforter as pleasure was shot through his body.

Casey smiled and continued hitting Pierre's sweet spot, no longer bothering to kiss his neck. " Pierre..." He moaned, not sure how much longer he'd last.

Pierre moaned louder, his climax rising as he stroked himself. "Casey... I..." He groaned before the couldn't hold back any longer. He came long and hard, all over Casey's stomach.

Moaning loudly Casey came inside Pierre, eventually pulling out and laying beside him, breathing heavily.

Pierre panted, trying to catch his breath. He smiled tiredly over at Casey. "That was... amazing..." He breathed, his accent thick with exhaustion. He slowly sat up. "I need shower. Be right back." he said with a charming smile, kissing Casey's cheek before getting up and heading into the bathroom.

Casey nodded and smiled, watching Pierre as he got up. He needed to shower as well, laying on the bed as he waited for Pierre to finish. Casey barely even noticed when he drifted into a light sleep.

Pierre finessed his shower. He put on his boxers and chuckled when he saw Casey asleep. He froze when the doorbell rang. He bit his lip, Casey till asleep. He sighed and went to answer it, forgetting he was still in his boxers and looked like he just had sex. He opened the door and saw a very tall, muscled man that looked like he was a... wrestler.

Casey had rolled over, wrapping the blankets around himself in his sleep, not hearing Pierre come back into the room, or that there was someone at the door.

Randy had been sent by Smackdown's GM, Teddy Long to find Casey, Teddy wanted to talk to him about the show they were doing tonight.
He slowly walked down the hallway, cursing his bad luck for being in the room when the GM had wanted something. When he got to Casey's door, he kept knocking until someone answered, although the someone who did wasn't who he was expecting.
"Um...who are you?" Randy asked, sounding frustrated as he wondered if he had the right room.

PIerre frowned. "Uh... I am Pierre. Who are you?" He asked, folding his arm as he look dup at Randy, who was a lot more taller than his younger body. He though he's seen this man on TV or something but he shook it off. His accent was thick like always when he was nervous, as the man looked scary and he didn't know what he wanted.

"Randy Orton." The tall, tattooed man practically growled, not in the mood for this.
He looked down at the younger male and realised for the first time what he was wearing. "Wait...uh this is Casey's room, right?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Pierre nodded slowly.
"Oui, it is. He is... how you say it...sleeping." He said, praying this man wouldn't ask for his age. Even if he was legal here, he was sur the wasn't legal in the States.

"Oh. Right..." Randy said, slowly trying to figure things out, only having gotten up not long ago. "Whoa...wait...You guys...?" He hadn't known Casey liked other guys, the blond usually kept to himself at work. Randy stood there, staring at Pierre with a confused look on his face.
Eventually he stopped and took a breath before asking "How old are you exactly?" When he noticed how young Pierre looked.

"Uh... umm... 16." Pierre murmured, not being able to lie. Though he still sort of looked 15 as he turned 16 a couple days ago. "And yes, we did... you know... Look, what do you need?" He asked, desperately trying to change the subject though he knew it was a vain effort.

"16? Really?" Randy asked, shocked. He was trying not to get angry, not wanting to cause a scene in a hotel. "16 and you...slept together?" He asked, raising his voice slightly. "Is that even legal?" Randy barely even heard Pierre ask what he was there for, too busy ranting about how young Pierre was.

Pierre blushed nodded. "Oui. Here, it is. The legal age of consent is 15 in France. Not sure about American though..." He said with a nervous shrug, afraid of Randy and wishing Casey would wake up. "Is... is there problem?" He was legal in France. But still. The age difference was big, and Pierre knew that. But he didn't care.

Randy looked at him angrily, making it obvious that he didn't care whether it was legal in France. "No it's not legal in America!" He practically hissed. "Do you even know how old he is?" He ranted, starting to pace back and forth in the hallway outside the room's door.

Finally hearing the noise at the door, Casey woke up and saw Pierre standing at the door, in his shorts. Casey went to sit up, until he heard a very angry sounding Randy Orton outside the door. He swore under his breath when he remembered he wasn't dressed, meaning he couldn't go and help.

Pierre looked down as he slid on his jeans, not bothering with the shirt. "I do. He told me was... 28 or 29. Almost 30. but he was really sweet. ANd I like him... come one, age is just a number, no?" He said nervously, having no idea that in the United States, this little... affair... It was considered statutory rape.

Listening to the conversation, Casey suddenly wished he could just disappear into the blankets and never come out, embarrassed that Randy of all people had just busted him. He had a feeling it was just going to get worse.

"Just a number?" Randy growled, stopping his pacing to stare down at Pierre. "You have no idea how bad this would be if it was America do you?" He was about to start yelling but restrained himself, it wasn't his place to tell off the younger male.
He sighed, leaning an arm on the wall as he stared down at the ground, trying to calm down. "Ugh, whatever. Just tell Casey the GM wants to speak with him." Randy said before walking off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Pierre whimpered slightly as Randy yelled at him. When he walked off, he shut the door and slid back in the bed next to Casey. "Casey... your friend, Randy told me to tell you that you must speak with your GM." He quietly.
"Look, I am sorry if I caused you any trouble. If... I-If you'd like me to leave, I will if it will please you." Pierre said, felling incredibly guilty for getting Casey in trouble.

"He's not my friend..." Casey sighed, wrapping his arms around Pierre, hugging him. He decided he'd go later, not wanting to leave the room right now. "And you don't need to leave. You can stay as long as you like." He held Pierre close, not wanting him to leave, even after what just happened.