Clubbing It

The club isn't to Heath's taste - at all - but it was Justin's turn to pick, so here he was. The music sucked, the booze was too expensive, the mirrors everywhere were creeping him out and the blacklight was giving him a headache. At least the drinks weren't watered down.

Heath starts to make his way to the men's room, caught off guard when someone pushes him up against the wall. He barely has time to recognize Maryse before she's kissing him and all it takes it a second to realize why they call it French kissing. But he also sees Ted coming out of the corner of his eyes and throws up his hands in surrender, trying to break the kiss.

Ted saw Maryse following Heath. Honestly, he couldnt care less if she fucked the whole roster - twice. But something about Heath drew him in.

He walked up to them, roughly pulling Maryse off of him, glaring at her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Could you be any more of a whore?" he growled.

Maryse turns to look at him, sneering. "Could you be any less of a man?" She rolls her eyes, resting her hand on Heath's chest. "Can't you see we're busy?"

Heath still has his hands up. "Hey, look, whatever's going on with you two, I was just-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to him," Maryse smirks. "Not like he'll do anything about it anyway."

Ted growled, pushing her off of Heath ans standing in between them.
"How about you go find a whore like yourself to fuck? I hear Cena's always open for business whether the customer is male or female. Or in your case, both," he said and smirked, crossing his arms.

Heath just watches the exchange, wide-eyed, not saying a word. He doesn't want to do anything to attract their attention.

Maryse smacks Ted across the face. "Maybe he could give you some lessons on how to fuck properly, Teddy," she pulls away from him, sauntering off and melding into the crowd.

"Look, Ted, man," Heath begins, still a little confused by what he'd just witnessed. "I didn't start anything with your girl, she just came right up to me and-"

"That whore is not my girl. I found something else I like better," Ted replied, turning around and facing Heath, placing his hands on his hips and pressing their bodies together, Heath trapped between Ted and the wall.

Heath grunts, again thrown off his game. Seems like the night is intent on throwing curveballs his way. But this is one he doesn't mind all that much at all. "Well now," he purrs, putting his arms around Ted's neck. "Who's to say I like you back?" He doesn't give Ted a chance to answer, yanking him close for a hard kiss.

He's had a thing for Ted for a while, but he'd always figured the other man was with Maryse, so he'd never made a move.

Ted moaned a bit. Heath tasted better than he had imagined. Ted wouldnt lie. He's masturbated to fantasies of him with Heath quite a few times. He didnt know what it was that was so intriging. The accent, the hair, the body. It all drew him in.

Heath shudders as he breaks the kiss, licking his lips. He spots something out of the corner of his eye and turns to look, rolling his eyes when he sees Maryse and Justin hanging off each other on the dance floor. "Well hell, he's my ride back to the hotel." He looks over at Ted and smirks. "What do you say, Ted, wanna give me a ride?" He licks his lips slowly.

Ted smiled. "Ill give you a ride, all right," he growled, wrapping Heaths legs around his waist.

Heath grunts, kissing him again. "We should... not here... hotel..." He can't get any more words out and simply growls, kissing Ted hard.

Ted carries him through the crowd, walking outside and over to his car. He opened the back door, laying Heath down and climbing in after him, closing the door and attacking his lips.

He supposes he really ought to care about what people thought of that little scene, but he doesn't give a damn. Justin can cover for him, say he was drunk or something.

Right now Heath is focused on one thing only: Ted. He kisses him back hungrily, moaning in pleasure. "Fuck, Ted," he yelps, grinding their hips together. "Don't stop."

Ted growled, quickly ripping iff both if their clothes and rubbing their bsre shafts together kissing Heaths neck.

Heath groans and tilts his head back, encouraging more of his mouth. He wraps his leg around Ted's waist, forcing him down harder against him. "C'mon, Ted, don't fuckin' tease."

The limo driver, used to this sort of thing, discretely raises up the privacy window as he pulls away.

Ted smirked, lining up with Heaths entrence and roughly pushing in, groaning at the tight heat.

Heath cries out at the suddenness of it, almost bucking Ted off him. The pleasure is intense, but so is the pain. And it takes a long time for the former to outweigh the latter.

Ted sets a fast pace, raking his nails down Heaths chest and stomach, down to his thighs which he grips roughly so he can pound into Heath harder and deeper, pulling him back to meet his thrusts.

Heath yelps, then hisses at the scratches, arching into the pain. It seems like Ted instinctively knows how to push his buttons. He digs his nails into the nape of the other man's neck, yanking him close for a hard kiss.

Ted kissed Heath back roughly, his hands gripping Heaths ass hard, his fingernails digging into it as he thrusted hard, getting closer and closer to his climax.

Heath tangles his hands in Ted's short hair, moaning or crying out with every thrust. The pleasure's so intense he almost can't take it. "Ah, god, Teddy, c'mon, fuck..." The words trail off into unintelligible gibberish, part cursing, part begging for more.

Ted goes as fast and hard as he can, moaning and groaning at the pleasure. "Shit, Heath," he moaned.

It doesn't take too much longer before he loses it, shoving back against Ted as hard as he can, groaning as he releases.

Ted groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he came long and hard in Heath. When he was done, he collapsed against Heath, panting.

After a few minutes, Heath is finally able to catch his breath. "Not that I'm complainin', but where'd all this come from?" Far as he knew, Dibiase had never given him so much as a second glance.