“Just keep an eye on him tonight.” Sean said just before he stepped behind the bar.

“You got it.” Dave said, taking his normal post at the door.

Sean was wiping off the bar, shooting sly glances at the man that had stolen his heart just six months ago. Kirby was busying himself taking chairs off of tables and wiping them off, preparing for a busy night at the bar they all worked at. Friday’s were always busy, but tonight was gonna be busier than normal. It always was when it was class reunion time. Sean watched with great pleasure as Kirby toiled away at his job, body moving to Number One In Heaven by Nemesis. “He keeps movin’ like that and I won’t take my eyes off him.” Dave said, almost scaring Sean out of the daze Kirby had put him in.

“Better watch it big man.” Sean said, organizing the bar just the way he liked it. “He’s got a possessive streak in him. He’ll kick your ass.”

Dave took another look at the man that was dancing dangerously close to a table. “I’ll take my chances.” He said, chuckling slightly.

Half an hour later, and the place was packed. Strobe lights flashing, base thumpin’, music baring, and alcohol flying, the bar was utter chaos. Dave glanced at his watch and noticed it was midnight and the wanna-be drunks were still lined up outside. “DAVE!” He spun around hearing someone scream his name. It didn’t take his eyes long to find the source of the scream. Sean was standing behind the bar, eyes locked on Dave, pointing toward a commotion on the floor. He handed the ID that was in his hand to another bouncer. “Check this guy.” He said, heading for the disturbance.

“No there ain’t any rings on his fucking fingers.” Dave heard Kirby say as he was approaching. “But it does say property of Kirby above his dick. Hi ass hole, my name’s Kirby.”

“Whoa.” Dave said, stepping in between the two men. “What’s goin’ on here guys?”

“This ass hole needs kicked out.” Kirby said, motioning toward the man that had been flirting with Sean and buying him shots all night. “He’s threatenin’ the bartender.”

Dave looked at Kirby, noticing a different look in his eye. This wasn’t the fun loving, happy kid that he’d come to know over the last six months. There was a rage in his eyes that Dave had never seen before. “That’s it buddy.” Dave said, taking the guy by the arm. “You’re outta here.” Dave escorted the guy to the door, knowing that the guy was just sitting there not bothering anyone, but he figured it would be best to get the guy away from Kirby. He looked back and noticed Kirby had returned to a more normal state, so he looked toward Sean and gave him a reassuring look. “It’s alright.” He lipped in Sean’s direction and returned to his position at the door.

~~~~***~~~~

Kirby hopped up on the bar after the last customer had left, or in the case of tonight, forced out by Dave. “Can I get a beer, sweetie?” Kirby asked, leaning back and stealing a kiss from Sean, who was washing glasses.

Sean stopped what he was doing and opened a beer for his smaller lover. “What the hell happened earlier tonight with you and that guy?” Sean asked, reaching around Kirby, sitting the beer between his legs.

“Nothin’.” Kirby said, taking a long drink from the long neck bottle. “He just said that you were goin’ home with him and he was gonna tag you. I told him he wasn’t, and Dave threw him out.”

Sean gave Kirby the biggest grin he could muster after the night he’d had. “Awww, you had someone kicked out for me?” Sean said in a pretty girly tone for such a large man. “How sweet.” He added, flipping Kirby in the ass with a towel. “Now go get this place cleaned up, so I can take you home and show my appreciation.”

“Property of Kirby, huh?” Sean heard from behind him. He spun around, noticing Dave the other end of the bar. “You scared the shit out of me.” Sean said, grabbing a beer for Dave. “You gotta quit that shit.”

Dave took the beer from his friend, standing there watching him for a minute. “You’re avoiding the question.” Dave said, knowing Sean had a temper and hoping he wasn’t overstepping the boundaries of their friendship.

“What question?” Sean asked, not looking at Dave.

“The tattoo? Over your dick? Ring a bell?” Dave said, sitting an empty beer bottle down.

Sean stopped what he was doing, but still didn’t look at Dave. “How’d you find out about it?”

“So it’s true.” Dave said, walking behind the bar to get another beer.

“Yeah it’s true.” Sean said, tossing a towel down on the bar. “Now how’d you find out about it?”

“Kirby told that guy about it.” Dave said, starting to help Sean clean up the bar area. “Well, that guy and anyone in shouting range at the time.”

“We were drunk.” Sean said, trying to blow it off like it was nothing. “It was closing time, opening day of Gas Chamber Ink. We were celebrating with Shannon, and it just kinda happened. He has one that says property of Sean in the same place.”

Dave looked at him for a minute. “Well hell, I guess if it don’t work out between you two, you can always buy one of those Kirby vacuums. It’d still make sense I guess.” Dave said, dodging a towel thrown in his direction. “Hey, I can’t say I blame you too much. If I had someone looked like that,” He said, motioning to Kirby who was dancing around the bar again. “I’d consider getting their name tattooed to me.”

“Don’t worry Dave.” Sean said. “Kirby’s got a lot of good looking friends. We’ll get you laid.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Dave said.

~~~~***~~~~

“So was it that hot guy that was buying me drinks all night long.” Sean said, unlocking the door for Kirby. “Or was it the guy that wanted a kiss from me? Or the one that invited me to the back room? Or the one that offered me blow job for a free drink? Or the one that...”

Sean’s words were cut off when he was forced against the wall. “Shut the fuck up.” Kirby said, kissing Sean hard. “Let’s go take a shower and get the smell of the bar and those guys off you.” Kirby said, after the kiss had subsided, pulling Sean toward the stairs.

“You know a guy used that line on me too.” Sean said, allowing the smaller man to pull him into the bathroom. “He said I should be in an Axe commercial because he wanted to see how this dirty boy got clean.” Sean smiled as he was pulled into the shower, listening to a growl come from his small lover.

~~~~***~~~~

“What the fuck was that shit?” Kirby said, pulling Dave into the storage room.

“What?” Dave said, confusion etched on his face.

Kirby shoved Dave against the wall. “You know what I’m talking about fucker.” Kirby said. “What was that shit about? Why the hell were you pulling Sean so close to you? There’s no reason you two should be that close.”

Dave stood there for a minute letting his brain absorb everything. “Listen, little man.” Dave said, advancing on Kirby. “Me and Sean always flirt like that. This possessive thing you have goin’ on may be cute to him, but with me you need to back off. You don’t want to open that can of worms. Alright?”

“Well, you just remember something big man.” Kirby said, stepping up to Dave showing no fear. “He’s mine. Not yours. Go find your own man. This flirting stops tonight.” Kirby pushed past Dave, walking back into the bar.

Dave stood there for a while, suppressing the urge to pick the boy up and throw him against the nearest wall. “Actually, I think it just got worse little man.” Dave said out loud to himself before he walked back into the bar himself.

“Sean!” Dave yelled when he got closer to the bar. “Give me a blow job.”

“Wow!” Sean said, sounding enthusiastic. “Right here?”

Dave stepped up to the bar. “Make the shot and sit your sexy ass on the bar. I’m doing it the legal way.”

“Yes sir.” Sean said, making the drink and positioning himself on the bar as instructed.

Dave spared Kirby a small glance over his shoulder and then started the show. Dave placed one hand on the bar beside Sean and laced the fingers of the other through Sean’s hair, pulling his head down for a searing kiss. He trailed small kisses along Sean’s jaw line, nipping his way down the side of Sean’s neck. He continued his southern route placing small kisses down Sean’s chest, over his shirt. One lingered kiss on the tightening denim of Sean’s jeans and Dave had the shot in his mouth, Sean’s fingers tangled in his hair. Dave threw back his head, letting the amaretto and whipped cream slide down his throat, snaking his tongue out, flicking the bottom of the glass with it. He sat the glass back down in between Sean’s legs and licked the rim of it with the tip of his tongue, removing any drops he missed.

“Damn, that was hot as hell.” A voice from behind Dave rang out.

Dave and Sean both looked in the direction of the voice. “Paul.” Dave said, stepping away from the bar toward the large man that was standing a few yards away, forcibly holding Kirby at bay.

Dave saw Sean advance on the man quickly. “Get your fucking hand off him.” Sean said, pushing Paul and pulling Kirby toward him at the same time. “You alright, angel?” Sean said, pulling Kirby close to him in a protective embrace.

“Hey, I was just holding the kid back from stopping the show.” Paul said, wrapping an arm around Dave who had positioned himself next to the man.

“Holy shit!” Kirby said, sounding amazed. “You’re Triple H! Sean, you just shoved Triple H.”

Sean took another look at the man next to his best friend. “Yeah, and if he puts his hands on you again, he’ll get more than shoved.”

“Sean.” Dave said, noticing things were escalating out of control quickly. “Chill out. I’d like you both to meet my boyfriend, Paul Levesque. Paul, this is Sean O’Haire and Kirby Mack. You see Kirby, I do have my own man.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Paul said, shaking the hand of both men. “I’ve heard a lot about both of you.”

Sean shot Dave his infamous ‘you have a lot of explaining to do’ look. “I wish we could say the same about you.” He said.

“Well, I can’t have too many people knowing about this side of my life. Fans and everything. I’m sure you understand.” Paul said. “I actually stopped by tonight to see if Dave and his friends would like to go out to breakfast. I wanted to meet the two of you.”

“Sounds good.” Kirby said, pulling away from Sean.

Dave looked at Sean, knowing he needed to talk to him. “Paul, why don’t you take Kirby out to the car? Me and Sean’ll be out in a minute.” Paul agreed and walked out of the bar with his arm around Kirby. “Sean, we need to talk.” Dave said, after the two had left.

“What’s up?” Sean said. “By the way that was one hell of shot you did. I didn’t know you had it in ya.” Sean added before Dave could get serious on him.

“Thanks.” Dave said, sitting down on a bar stool. “This thing with Kirby is getting way out of hand. He threatened to kick my ass for pulling you close to me.” Dave went on to explain everything that had happened in the storage room. “I’m worried about you Sean. You don’t seem to notice anything’s wrong. Hell, you even encourage him half the time.”

Sean chuckled. “Man, I’ll talk to him about you and me.” Sean said, letting his chuckle grow a little bigger.

“I don't think you understand what I’m saying here, Sean.” Dave said. “I think Kirby’s gonna hurt someone one of these days. Hell, I’m worried it’s gonna be you.”

“Trust me Dave.” Sean said. “The only time Kirby hurts me, is when I ask him to.” Sean was going to leave it at that until he noticed the confused look on Dave’s face. “Look man, you’ve known me for years. You know what everyone thinks about me is a bunch of shit. When Kirby gets possessive, I get what I want. If you know what I mean.” Dave still sat there staring at Sean like he was slowly growing a second nose out of his cheek. “Damn big man, did a ten time world champ fuck your brains out or what? I get fucked hard when Kirby gets mad. And the best way, I’ve found, to get him mad is have other guys come on to me.”

Dave sat there letting this piece of information about his friend sink in. “You mean you encourage him because you want rough sex?” Dave said, making it sound like the most ludicrous idea he’d ever heard of. “That’s it?”

“You know I like it rough Dave.” Sean said, grabbing his jacket from behind the bar. “And if you saw the marks on my ass, you’d know Kirby can provide it.”

“You’re a sick man Sean.” Dave said, standing up and putting his jacket on as well. “You know that, right?”

“No sicker than you.” Sean said, wrapping his arm around Dave’s waist and heading for the door. “Now tell me what it’s like to fuck a future Hall Of Famer.”

Dave smiled as he opened the door for his friend. “If you could see my ass, you’d know Paul can provide the same thing Kirby can.”