The cold wind hit him as soon as he stepped up onto the street from the subway. He pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck and adjusted his cap, making sure his disguise was still intact. It was the first day of spring, but obviously somebody had failed to tell Mother Nature and New York City. He checked the directions again and made his way down Park Row toward the music store. There was still an hour before the signing, but the line stretched down the block and around the corner. He quietly stepped up to the end of the line and waited.

A security guard stood about 10 feet away, keeping count of how many people were in the line. Raising his voice a couple of octaves, he called out to the guard and asked him how many people were going to be let in. "Relax, pal," the man said. "We got room for about 50 more people behind you." He nodded at the guard and looked at the group behind him. Adding a slight lisp to his voice, he asked a teenaged guy behind him if there was a bathroom anywhere around. The kid pointed to the corner and he slipped out of line, smiling to himself as the group behind him shook their heads. He was willing to give up his place in line, and counted the line behind him once again. He knew how many people he could let into the line before being totally bumped out of it.

He got a few curious glances as he leaned against the building, waiting to get back in line. After another 15 minutes, he pushed himself off the wall and got in line, just as the security guard walked over. He held up his hands, telling the people still making their way over that they had reached the limit. He smiled to himself, bouncing in place to keep warm. There was a group of kids in front of him, probably 15 or 16 years old. A cute young girl turned to him and for a moment, a look of recognition crossed her face. He froze, trying to come up with a story as she smiled and pointed to his jacket. "That is so cool!" she said, her voice as bubbly as she was. She looked at the group she was with, then back at him. "I gotta pee really bad!" she confided, "and Jared wants to get some coffee. Could you hold our place here, mister?"

He nodded, smiling at her. Probably a cheerleader, he thought to himself. The boy she called Jared looked at him. "I'll bring you back somethin' if you'll help us out." He smiled, waving the kids away. "No problem," he said as the couple ran off, talking and laughing. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he watched the crowd, taking in the mix of people. A store employee was making his way down the line, handing out tickets to everyone. He took his ticket, then called the guy back. "My brother and his girlfriend went across the street," he explained. "Can I get their tickets, too?" The guy handed him two more, then rushed off as someone called to him.

Jared and the blonde came back and handed him a steaming cup of coffee and he gave them their tickets. It was 4:00 and everyone was waiting for the appearance of the great demon. Five minutes later, a black limo pulled to the front door and there he was, the one they were all waiting for. The girls screamed, the guys cheered - and he stood there, silently observing again. He wasn't close enough to get a good look at Batista, but even from this distance, he could see the weariness on his face. He started smiling now, knowing that soon he would be inside. He couldn't wait to see the look on Dave's face.

The line moved pretty quickly, and the first hour passed as the people around him chattered constantly. Never once did the thought that what he was doing was silly cross his mind. He didn't know exactly when the plan had formed, just that it had, and he was never one to back down once he started something. He occupied himself with reading the magazine he brought with him to be autographed, and fantasized about the man inside. Before he knew it, there were only a few people ahead of him and a group waiting outside in hopes that they would allow a few more in.

Jared and his girlfriend - he had found out her name was Missy over the course of the wait in line and yes, she was a cheerleader - were at the door , with him right behind. The security guard ushered them inside and he took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of the store to wash over his cold body. He looked over at the nearest display - Greatest Hits of the 80's - and chuckled to himself. There were probably 15 people still in front of him and for the first time that day, his heart began to pound. Flashbulbs went off as pictures were taken and he could hear the deep voice greeting each and every one of his fans.

Finally, there was no one between him and the table but the young couple. He unrolled the magazine and held it in his hands, swearing under his breath as his palms began to sweat slightly. There was a piece of paper stuck into the magazine and he hoped that Dave noticed it. As Jared and Missy walked away, he stepped up to the table as Dave was taking a drink from his water bottle. He slid the magazine onto the table and waited with his hands behind his back. Dave took the magazine and picked up his pen before looking up. "Hey man, how ya…"

Dave's mouth dropped open as he saw the man in front of him. A smile slowly crossed his face. Sean smiled down at him as Dave's hand flew across the page, then pointed to the slip of paper inside. Dave raised an eyebrow, pulling the paper out and looking at it. The magazine was slid back across the table and Dave smiled up at Sean. "I'll be there," he said as Sean walked out of the store and headed across the street to the park.

A light mist was starting to fall and it was getting darker. Sean paced back and forth near the public bathrooms, watching the path for anyone approaching. He turned to look at the sky, frowning at the clouds covering the stars when someone grabbed him from behind and shoved him through the door. Turning quickly, he looked into Dave's eyes before he was grabbed again and pushed up against the wall, his lips attacked by a savage kiss. Dave rubbed his groin against Sean, growling softly. Sean pushed him away, panting heavily.

"Nice to see you too, baby," Sean whispered as Dave took his hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. "Wow," Sean said. "All that just for me?" Dave chuckled as he reached for Sean again, pulling him close. "All that more, sweetheart," Dave said as he took Sean's earlobe between his teeth, sucking hard on the flesh. Sean moaned, his hips jutting forward to press against Dave's groin. Dave looked around, then back at Sean. "We gonna do it here?" he asked. "I mean, what if someone comes in?"

Sean put a finger across Dave's lips and took his hand, pulling him into a stall at the end of the row. He closed the door and without a word, turned and unzipped Dave's pants. Dave started to protest until he felt a hand wrap around his erection and pull it gently from his jeans. Stroking it slowly, Sean rubbed his thumb over the head of Dave's cock, spreading the moisture that was forming there into his skin. Dave pressed his lips together, trying not to moan out loud. Sean gently pushed him back until his knees hit the toilet seat, then guided him down onto the closed lid. He sank down in front of Dave, taking his cock into his mouth before his lover had another chance to protest.

Sean sucked him hard and fast, not really wanting it to end quickly, but very aware of the risk they were taking. It only added to the excitement, and from the looks of things, Dave wasn't gonna complain any time soon. His hands tangled into Sean's hair, trying to control the movements of his lover's mouth, but it was a losing battle. Sean's strokes were erratic at best as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his well-used bottle of lube. Without taking his hand from Dave's cock, Sean unscrewed the lid with his mouth and pulled his jeans down with his other hand. As he squeezed the gel onto his fingers, he spilled some onto the concrete floor.

His lips found their way back to Dave's erection and he began to suck him again while he slowly worked his fingers into his ass. The realization of what he was doing caused Sean to moan and Dave's eyes shot open at the added vibration. He looked down at Sean and his pulse quickened at the sight of his lover sucking his cock while stretching himself in preparation. Somehow, Sean managed to angle his fingers just right and was pressing against the spongy tissue of his prostate. The intensity was too much and he let Dave's erection fall from between his lips.

Dave reached down and pulled Sean to his feet. Sean looked into his eyes with a mixture of pleasure, regret and longing. He turned and slowly sank down into Dave's lap, reaching behind him to guide his cock inside. Both men moaned as Sean's ass was filled completely. He sat there for a moment, slowly rocking his hips before raising up slightly, then slamming back down. He rode Dave hard, biting his lip. The only sound in the deserted restroom was the sound of his ass colliding with Dave's massive thighs. Strong hands gripped his hips, helping him move up and down and a small moan escaped Sean's lips. "Ssssh," Dave whispered in his ear, moving his hips up to meet Sean's downward thrusts.

Dave spread his legs, forcing Sean's apart, allowing him deeper access. Sean bit his lip and a trickle of blood ran down his chin as Dave moved faster underneath him. Sean braced his hands on the walls and planted his feet firmly on the floor before thrusting down faster and harder than before. Both men were caught in a race and it wasn't clear who would come out the winner - and it didn't matter either way. Dave's hand snaked across Sean's hip, seeking out his hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke, setting an even faster pace than before.

Sean's body tensed, every muscle in his body a blazing fire as he released his load. Dave grunted once…twice…then followed Sean over the edge. They sat like that for a moment, Dave slowly softening inside Sean. Taking a few deep breaths, Sean stood slowly before turning to Dave with a smile on his face. A noise outside caused Dave to look up, panicked. Sean chuckled softly as Dave pulled his legs up onto the toilet. Sean opened the door a crack and looked out. An old man stood at the sink, washing his hands and face. Sean quietly closed the door, leaning over and kissing Dave.

They waited a few moments, then opened the door again. Seeing that the coast was clear, Sean stepped out as Dave pulled his pants back up and followed him. Sean walked to the entrance, whistling as Dave tried to quiet him down. As they walked along the path to the street, Dave looked over at Sean, shaking his head. "I can't believe we just did that," he said quietly. Sean laughed. "Why not?" he said. "It was fun!" Dave stopped and looked at him. "What if we had got caught?" His voice was rising slightly. "We would've gone to jail…gotten fired…who knows what!"

Sean stepped in front of him, smiling. "But we didn't," he said. Dave growled. "We could've!" Sean nodded. "But we didn't," he repeated. Dave sighed in frustration. "You're missing the point, Sean," he said. Sean kissed his cheek quickly. "I didn't miss nothin', sweetheart," he said, turning to walk away. "I knew we wouldn't get caught." Dave rolled his eyes as Sean skipped ahead. "How the hell did you know that?" he called after his lover. Sean stopped under the streetlight, its glow creating a halo around his head. "You gotta have faith, man," he said with a mysterious smile. "You gotta have faith."


Well I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has got a body like you But I've got to think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Because I play them too

Oh but I Need some time off from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor And when that love comes down without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showing you the door

'Cause I gotta have faith....

Baby I know you're asking me to stay Say please, please, please, don't go away You say I'm giving you the blues Maybe You mean every word you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to lover boy rules

Before this river becomes an ocean Before you throw my heart back on the floor Oh baby I reconsider my foolish notion Well I need someone to hold me But I'll wait for something more

Yes I've gotta have faith.....