A Good Night to Remember

Oh…fuck. Honestly, Raiden was dreaming -- of this exact thing happening. He groaned softly at the roaming hands, barely shifting and stirring. He was out like a light, finding the dream more exciting. Though if he realized what was going on in the real world, he would be pissed to find out that he nearly slept through it. He moaned softly, his hands reaching down to his own underwear with a soft whine.

"Nnn…Dave…" he moaned as he pressed into Dave, still not stirring from his slumber. He would probably wake up soon, but only if Dave wanted him to.

Over the next few hours, both young men would grope, kiss, lick, and fuck each other into senselessness. It was refreshing for Dave to top, though he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't prefer being topped by Raiden.

Hours later, Dave would lay there, cuddled up against Raiden, fast asleep with his face buried in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, gently breathing in that heavenly scent.

Raiden couldn't help but stay awake for a while after Dave fell asleep in his arms, his head buried into his neck lightly. He wasn't even able to take Dave down, like he normally did? It just put bad feelings into his head about the rest of his matches in the AFW; things were going south for him. A piece of him wondered if it would just be better to quit while he still had all of his limbs intact. Yet, as he thought about it more, he knew it would never happen. He enjoyed it in the ring too much, he loved the cheers of the crowd -- even if he did get beaten, and badly. He loved having eyes on him.

This time, as opposed to all the other times, he had someone who actually liked him. Not someone who pretended to love him, not someone who just wanted sex, Dave actually cared for him. He couldn't give up just like that, not on Dave. No, he had to keep going. If only so he could have fun, and so he wouldn't be someone who just…gave up. But…he couldn't help but feel like a pressure on his back. Something bad was gonna happen. He could just feel it.