Moped Series
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,820
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Moped On Elmstreet
Title: Moped On Elmstreet
Author: Angelface
Disclaimer: I don't own them; VinnieMac does. They didn't do this ...at least I don't think so. I'm not making profit.
Rating: NC-17
Content: m/f and m/m
Summary: Matt finally gets his goodnight-sleep. Yepp, this time really... >D BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA; but still there *are* some interruptions... but which normal person sleeps a *whole night* through anyway? I mean, did that *ever* happen to *any* of you?!
Notes: This follows up to "The moped of my dreams", which follows up to "I'm in love and I have a new moped"
Notes#2: There's no moped in the fic.
C&C appreciated
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... hmm... this kiss could've last forever.
"So... what am I supposed to do with you now?" You smile at me. Again that breathtaking smile.
"Lita, do anything with me you want to" Our bodies are so close, this feels so... perfect.
"anything?"
"anything"
Your lips are brushing against mine once more as your finger are all over me. Jolts of electricity wave from wherever you touch me straight down to my lap. It feels so good to know you this close, to feel your body pressed to mine. There's so much I want to tell you, but I'm left speechless in front of you.
My hands are running through your hair. Like silk. Not only your hair. Everything about you.
Your hands are stroking my inner thigh. That makes me lose control. You know exactly what your doing to me don't you? I can't help but moan in your mouth as you start massaging the bulge in my jeans.
"I want you so badly" I breathe out in your ear and you give me a playful - knowing - smile. Taking my hand you drag me to the bed. I lie back and see you standing there but soon bending over. Shudders of anticipation are running over my body as I can feel your hands gliding from my knees up to my lap. Slowly you unzip my pants, slip them down, including underwear, revealing my manhood.
You seem to be pleased with what you see. Damn, I'm so hard, just for you and you know it! Do something - anything just do it! You lick your lips seductively and slowly you start rolling your tongue over the head. Your eyes - filled with lust - an almost predatory light glowing from deep inside.
As much as I want to see the fire burning I'm left helpless under your touch. And yes, I'm certain, you know it. You capture my entire cock with mouth and start sucking. Your mouth is so hot and wet... right now - you are my world. I'm completely oblivious to anything - but you.
"OH, *yes* Lita... " my head falls back on the pillow my eyes squeeze shut as I desperately try to regain my ability to form words... and fail miserably. My groans and gasps of pleasure fill the room as you become my only prove for my own existence.
I have to see you. Need to see you. I have to know that you're real. ...because ...because
"ahhh Lita I ... I ...love you" Before I knew I wanted to tell you the words slipped out of my mouth in-between my moans.
Slowly I open my eyes again and see your silky blond hair falling over.... wait.
My hands venture around your shoulders to grab you're head and make you look up - there's something wrong my heart knows already - but my mind refuses to draw the right conclusion.
Your shoulders are far broader than I remember them... I tense up. You stop sucking. Something inside of me is screaming. But I sill can't see what's wrong. Your large hands glide up my upper body, as you lift yourself to face me. Large hands?
In a matter of seconds hazel eyes glisten in front of my face.
This isn't....
"... Matty, there's one thing you have to learn: It's *not* nice to declare your love for somebody if somebody completely differently is giving you a blow job, ok?" I hear Hunter laugh at me.
Shit.
I lose my ability to think straight as I feel panic building up inside of me. I can't move and for a few seconds I cannot even breathe. Hysterically I look around me and recognize my hotel room. It... it was ...a ....dream? Only a dream.
Suddenly my view focuses on the face in front of me. Hunter. Hearst. Helmsley. Grinning like the fuckin' asshole he is.
I push him off and stand up.
I could scream. I could run.
Unfortunately this is what I'm doing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I scream and shout and rush past Hunter who sits there on the floor, shock in his eyes. I run out of the door.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!"
I just past Jeffy and Taker. Great. They stared at me like they saw a ghost.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Unable to keep control over my voice or my body I run as fast as I can. Once I reached the end of the floor I race down the stairs. I pass the small group of Shawn Michaels, his wife and Chyna. Shawn looks at me somewhat strange, mumbles something I cannot understand. Rebecca hits him on the head, he fakes to be hurt and Chyna starts giggling.
"AAAAAAAAA - AAAAAAAAAAAAAA - AAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!"
Do you have any idea how literally breathtaking this screaming-thing is?
The moment I reach the ground floor and with that the lobby I see Vince talking to Juventued Gurrera. They had meetings for the last three weeks. Juvi points at me and says:
"I don't understand! Your own wrestlers are not a bit better! It happened once and I promise it will *never* happen again... at least not to me. And I wouldn't have done it in the USA in the first place"
Only now I realize that I'm completely naked. A quick glance down my nude frame insures me that at least my hard-on is gone by now.
And - suddenly - my voice cracks and I stare at them like a bloody idiot.
Ups.
My face is burning with embarrassment.
My breathing gets harder again and the exact focus of my eyes gets unknown even to myself. I try to find a hole I can jump into. I wanna die.
My voice returns and I start screaming all over again as I resume the running. At least the last working part of my brain is able to direct my steps back where I came from.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!!!"
I run up the stairs and once I reach the right floor I'm happy that I left the door open. Quickly I enter the room and with one swift movement I close the door and press my back against it.
By now the screaming stopped but my heartbeat is still far to fast to be healthy. So my breathing is.
I spot Hunter in the same state as I left him. But the shock in his eyes is soon replaced with his ridiculous, arrogant grin.
"Oh dear... did you have a nightmare? I'll talk to Lita she has to leave you alone and stop bugging you, we don't want this to happen again, now do we?! ...I mean ...not the last part of it..."
Finally the panic fades and is replaced by anger. Hunter. I step closer to him and stare at him as if he was the devil himself.
"Out." My voice is calm and clear. Sharp though. I point at the door. My whole body is trembling. I try too hard to keep control. Hunter only sits there and looks up to like a little boy who just got caught with his nose in the cookie jar, oblivious to what he did wrong.
"I said: OUT!" I underline the previews statement not sure how much longer I can control myself. Hunter gets up and looks t me with a mix of bewilderment and amusement.
"GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT Get. Out."
He casts a honestly hurt look at me.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"
He sniffs and slowly stumbles out of the room - after he put on some clothes.
I collapse on the floor and all my anger, all my embarrassment, everything leaves me. I start crying like a girl considering the outcome of my own actions.
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Hunter's POV
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5.30 am
Finally.
The screaming has stopped. I really envy those Hardys for their ability to sleep. I mean, for the last hour or so you could here Matt screaming like a little girl. My name - of course. He wants me.
Here we go again.
"Noooooooo!!!!! HUNTER!!!! NO! STOP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!"
Yepp, wants me.
"NOOOOOOO!!!! DON'T DO IT!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! ...UNTIE ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!! .... NOOOOO!!! HELP!!!! ...THIS IS.... NO! NOT *THERE*!!!! PLEASE!!!! ... I ... I ... NEVER DID THIS BEFORE!!!! .... AND I NEVER EVER WANTED IT EITHER!!!!!!"
Uh-hu. I'm his first. Hopefully he doesn't think we're together or something afterwards.
So what?
Than he does not only want but love me as well...
"I HATE YOU... DAMN! THAT HURTS SO MUCH.... PLEASE, *PLEASE* STOP!!!"
Ah... he likes it rough. I would have started slow since I knew it would be his first time.. but hey - everybody knows the shyest are the wildest once they're in their element.
Well.. and he's been waiting for this far too long. All these days where his body language practically begged me to spend the night sleeping beside him...
...yes, he really deserved to be taken by me.
What's that? The screaming really stopped this time. I hear a door slam.
Slowly I get up from my bed. Carefully not to wake Shawn - who *is* sleeping. I shouldn't be surprised - after everything I gave him this night. Hell, I'm that damn good...
I slip my Boxers on and slowly - but gracefully - step out of my own room.
The door to my left is wide open - as expected - Matty is waiting for me.
But what do I have to see. There is Austin. Kneeling over *my* property! It looks like he's beating the hell out of him. I firmly tip his shoulder and both their attention is drawn to me.
Austin looks at me in shock. The little I saw of Matty before he hid behind Austin didn't look good. His face was looking like some Strawberry dessert. I simply can't help but smile at him hiding behind Austin. This is soooooo cuuuute!
I regain my gravity and order Austin out. He obliges with a devotiv "Shit Helmsley, fix this mess, or next time I'm gonna get *your* sorry ass" and finishes the statement with some of this cute grumbling. He wants me.
Freed from his hiding shield Matty stumbles off the bed and forces himself into a corner. With big - I assume expecting - eyes he's starring up at me, crossing his forefingers in front of his face.
Praising me: the GOD I truly am.
~*~----------------------------@ End @----------------------------~*~
Author: Angelface
Disclaimer: I don't own them; VinnieMac does. They didn't do this ...at least I don't think so. I'm not making profit.
Rating: NC-17
Content: m/f and m/m
Summary: Matt finally gets his goodnight-sleep. Yepp, this time really... >D BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA; but still there *are* some interruptions... but which normal person sleeps a *whole night* through anyway? I mean, did that *ever* happen to *any* of you?!
Notes: This follows up to "The moped of my dreams", which follows up to "I'm in love and I have a new moped"
Notes#2: There's no moped in the fic.
C&C appreciated
--------------------------
... hmm... this kiss could've last forever.
"So... what am I supposed to do with you now?" You smile at me. Again that breathtaking smile.
"Lita, do anything with me you want to" Our bodies are so close, this feels so... perfect.
"anything?"
"anything"
Your lips are brushing against mine once more as your finger are all over me. Jolts of electricity wave from wherever you touch me straight down to my lap. It feels so good to know you this close, to feel your body pressed to mine. There's so much I want to tell you, but I'm left speechless in front of you.
My hands are running through your hair. Like silk. Not only your hair. Everything about you.
Your hands are stroking my inner thigh. That makes me lose control. You know exactly what your doing to me don't you? I can't help but moan in your mouth as you start massaging the bulge in my jeans.
"I want you so badly" I breathe out in your ear and you give me a playful - knowing - smile. Taking my hand you drag me to the bed. I lie back and see you standing there but soon bending over. Shudders of anticipation are running over my body as I can feel your hands gliding from my knees up to my lap. Slowly you unzip my pants, slip them down, including underwear, revealing my manhood.
You seem to be pleased with what you see. Damn, I'm so hard, just for you and you know it! Do something - anything just do it! You lick your lips seductively and slowly you start rolling your tongue over the head. Your eyes - filled with lust - an almost predatory light glowing from deep inside.
As much as I want to see the fire burning I'm left helpless under your touch. And yes, I'm certain, you know it. You capture my entire cock with mouth and start sucking. Your mouth is so hot and wet... right now - you are my world. I'm completely oblivious to anything - but you.
"OH, *yes* Lita... " my head falls back on the pillow my eyes squeeze shut as I desperately try to regain my ability to form words... and fail miserably. My groans and gasps of pleasure fill the room as you become my only prove for my own existence.
I have to see you. Need to see you. I have to know that you're real. ...because ...because
"ahhh Lita I ... I ...love you" Before I knew I wanted to tell you the words slipped out of my mouth in-between my moans.
Slowly I open my eyes again and see your silky blond hair falling over.... wait.
My hands venture around your shoulders to grab you're head and make you look up - there's something wrong my heart knows already - but my mind refuses to draw the right conclusion.
Your shoulders are far broader than I remember them... I tense up. You stop sucking. Something inside of me is screaming. But I sill can't see what's wrong. Your large hands glide up my upper body, as you lift yourself to face me. Large hands?
In a matter of seconds hazel eyes glisten in front of my face.
This isn't....
"... Matty, there's one thing you have to learn: It's *not* nice to declare your love for somebody if somebody completely differently is giving you a blow job, ok?" I hear Hunter laugh at me.
Shit.
I lose my ability to think straight as I feel panic building up inside of me. I can't move and for a few seconds I cannot even breathe. Hysterically I look around me and recognize my hotel room. It... it was ...a ....dream? Only a dream.
Suddenly my view focuses on the face in front of me. Hunter. Hearst. Helmsley. Grinning like the fuckin' asshole he is.
I push him off and stand up.
I could scream. I could run.
Unfortunately this is what I'm doing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I scream and shout and rush past Hunter who sits there on the floor, shock in his eyes. I run out of the door.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!"
I just past Jeffy and Taker. Great. They stared at me like they saw a ghost.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Unable to keep control over my voice or my body I run as fast as I can. Once I reached the end of the floor I race down the stairs. I pass the small group of Shawn Michaels, his wife and Chyna. Shawn looks at me somewhat strange, mumbles something I cannot understand. Rebecca hits him on the head, he fakes to be hurt and Chyna starts giggling.
"AAAAAAAAA - AAAAAAAAAAAAAA - AAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!"
Do you have any idea how literally breathtaking this screaming-thing is?
The moment I reach the ground floor and with that the lobby I see Vince talking to Juventued Gurrera. They had meetings for the last three weeks. Juvi points at me and says:
"I don't understand! Your own wrestlers are not a bit better! It happened once and I promise it will *never* happen again... at least not to me. And I wouldn't have done it in the USA in the first place"
Only now I realize that I'm completely naked. A quick glance down my nude frame insures me that at least my hard-on is gone by now.
And - suddenly - my voice cracks and I stare at them like a bloody idiot.
Ups.
My face is burning with embarrassment.
My breathing gets harder again and the exact focus of my eyes gets unknown even to myself. I try to find a hole I can jump into. I wanna die.
My voice returns and I start screaming all over again as I resume the running. At least the last working part of my brain is able to direct my steps back where I came from.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!!!"
I run up the stairs and once I reach the right floor I'm happy that I left the door open. Quickly I enter the room and with one swift movement I close the door and press my back against it.
By now the screaming stopped but my heartbeat is still far to fast to be healthy. So my breathing is.
I spot Hunter in the same state as I left him. But the shock in his eyes is soon replaced with his ridiculous, arrogant grin.
"Oh dear... did you have a nightmare? I'll talk to Lita she has to leave you alone and stop bugging you, we don't want this to happen again, now do we?! ...I mean ...not the last part of it..."
Finally the panic fades and is replaced by anger. Hunter. I step closer to him and stare at him as if he was the devil himself.
"Out." My voice is calm and clear. Sharp though. I point at the door. My whole body is trembling. I try too hard to keep control. Hunter only sits there and looks up to like a little boy who just got caught with his nose in the cookie jar, oblivious to what he did wrong.
"I said: OUT!" I underline the previews statement not sure how much longer I can control myself. Hunter gets up and looks t me with a mix of bewilderment and amusement.
"GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT Get. Out."
He casts a honestly hurt look at me.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"
He sniffs and slowly stumbles out of the room - after he put on some clothes.
I collapse on the floor and all my anger, all my embarrassment, everything leaves me. I start crying like a girl considering the outcome of my own actions.
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Hunter's POV
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5.30 am
Finally.
The screaming has stopped. I really envy those Hardys for their ability to sleep. I mean, for the last hour or so you could here Matt screaming like a little girl. My name - of course. He wants me.
Here we go again.
"Noooooooo!!!!! HUNTER!!!! NO! STOP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!"
Yepp, wants me.
"NOOOOOOO!!!! DON'T DO IT!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! ...UNTIE ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!! .... NOOOOO!!! HELP!!!! ...THIS IS.... NO! NOT *THERE*!!!! PLEASE!!!! ... I ... I ... NEVER DID THIS BEFORE!!!! .... AND I NEVER EVER WANTED IT EITHER!!!!!!"
Uh-hu. I'm his first. Hopefully he doesn't think we're together or something afterwards.
So what?
Than he does not only want but love me as well...
"I HATE YOU... DAMN! THAT HURTS SO MUCH.... PLEASE, *PLEASE* STOP!!!"
Ah... he likes it rough. I would have started slow since I knew it would be his first time.. but hey - everybody knows the shyest are the wildest once they're in their element.
Well.. and he's been waiting for this far too long. All these days where his body language practically begged me to spend the night sleeping beside him...
...yes, he really deserved to be taken by me.
What's that? The screaming really stopped this time. I hear a door slam.
Slowly I get up from my bed. Carefully not to wake Shawn - who *is* sleeping. I shouldn't be surprised - after everything I gave him this night. Hell, I'm that damn good...
I slip my Boxers on and slowly - but gracefully - step out of my own room.
The door to my left is wide open - as expected - Matty is waiting for me.
But what do I have to see. There is Austin. Kneeling over *my* property! It looks like he's beating the hell out of him. I firmly tip his shoulder and both their attention is drawn to me.
Austin looks at me in shock. The little I saw of Matty before he hid behind Austin didn't look good. His face was looking like some Strawberry dessert. I simply can't help but smile at him hiding behind Austin. This is soooooo cuuuute!
I regain my gravity and order Austin out. He obliges with a devotiv "Shit Helmsley, fix this mess, or next time I'm gonna get *your* sorry ass" and finishes the statement with some of this cute grumbling. He wants me.
Freed from his hiding shield Matty stumbles off the bed and forces himself into a corner. With big - I assume expecting - eyes he's starring up at me, crossing his forefingers in front of his face.
Praising me: the GOD I truly am.
~*~----------------------------@ End @----------------------------~*~