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Kevin breathed heavily, practically panting into the crook of his arch-nemeses neck as he came down from his high. After a long moment, the man lying beneath him, also breathing heavily— no, gasping for breath under the weight of him as he too worked through the after affects of his earth-shatteringly intense orgasm, finally attempted to speak.
“That was...”
“Amazing, I know.” Kevin whispered hoarsely into the dark room lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the window with the curtains parted slightly. They were— well, Kevin was staying in a hotel in Montreal at the moment since they had just fought each other half to death on Raw a couple of hours ago. How they ended up in this predicament... well, as always, they had — or so they thought — taken out all their anger and frustration towards one another in the ring, only to leave the arena, check into their hotel, which was the same fucking one, and Sami had gotten into the elevator with Kevin.
The ginger had forgone heading up to his own room in order to follow Kevin into his like the lost puppy he is. Immediately after entering the room and closing the door behind themselves, their bags and jackets were on the floor, Sami’s hands gripping the front of Kevin’s t-shirt, pulling the former Universal champion into a deep, feverish kiss.
“Why...” Sami started only to trail off, swallowing hard and wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue to try and bring some moisture back to his throat that felt as dry as the desert due the... pounding he’d just taken. “Why do you think we always end up like this? I mean, I know why we end up like this, we’re both a couple of idiots, but like... why, Kev?”
“Aaand moment ruined,” Kevin muttered, rolling off of Sami and onto his back. He got to his feet, slipping off their used condom and tying it off before balling it up in a wad of tissues and tossing it in the trash. Somewhere along the way a bit of semen had ended up on his hands and he hesitated, staring at it for a moment, wondering which one of them it had come from before shrugging and cleaning it off with a few complimentary tissues. “As always, I don’t know what the actual fuck you’re going on about Sami. So either elaborate or get the hell out of my room.”
“Just hours ago we were kicking the shit out of each other, then we were making— having sex, Kev. I just don’t get it. It’s like we’re doomed to go in circles for the rest of our lives like the ponies they have at fairs.”
Kevin set his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment and attempting to mentally prepare himself to deflect any and every attempt at conversation Sami will no doubt make. He didn’t know the answer to his arch-nemeses questions and the last thing he wanted was to have to think, to have to dwell, which he would no doubt be stuck doing into the late AM after he finally got the resplendent idiot to leave his bed and room. “Sami, you’re not making any goddamn sen—“
“We go from being friends to enemies to— to what? Fuck buddies? Kev, this has been going on for as long as we’ve known each other and I just wish— I don’t know... I guess I wish we could just pick one, you know? Don’t get me wrong, the sex is great, but I just... don’t know if I can take this anymore.” Sami finally rolled out of bed, facing away from Kevin as he cleaned himself up with a few tissues and redressed. “I’m thirty-three, Kev. And I don’t mean to... No, I mean to be blunt. I’m giving you an ultimatum. I’m too old to keep playing these games with you. I’m ready for a real, stable relationship. So either we stop all this— this fighting bullshit and you commit to me, or we stop seeing each other all together.”
Kevin stared into the dark, stormy, beaut— sorrowful eyes before him, choosing to focus on the moons reflection in them and not the chocolate brown irises he’s nearly gotten sucked into many a times, much like that one obese kid from that stupid Willie Wonka movie from last century got sucked into that chocolate tube and nearly died.
Swallowing, Kevin gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of assent. He’d think about it, and think about it a hell of a lot more before eventually either breaking his nemeses poor, fragile, misguided heart by telling him straight to his stupidly cute face that he could stuff the offer up his ass and forget Kevin ever deigned to speak to him, or... or he could just never interact with the ginger outside the ring, essentially ghost him, and he’d get the message loud and clear that way.
But there was no way in hell he’d ever agree to being Sami’s— what? Boyfriend? It sounded utterly ridiculous and implausible after fifteen years of failed friendship, trying to make a friends with benefits rela— arrangement work, and a rivalry that put every other feud in the entire history of the WWE to absolute fucking shame.
“Of course...” Sami bit his lip looking skyward — or rather, ceiling-ward — shaking his head in... not disbelief, but something along those lines. Or maybe the complete opposite. “I can’t believe I actually thought for a second that you’d take me seriously for once. That you’d actually want a... You know what, it’s not even important, Kev. Just— forget I ever said anything. I’m leaving. I’ve got a room waiting for me. Wouldn’t want to let it go to waste, now would I?”
Before Kevin could even begin to process anything his ex-best friend/nemesis said, let alone try and formulate a response, the ska-loving doofus with a heart of gold trudged off, picking his bag up off the floor and exiting the room. He didn’t slam the door shut, but rather turned to look back at Kevin with... blatant pain in his usually bright and dreamy eyes as he slowly closed it until it shut with a soft click. Almost as if he were trying to ingrain the image of Kevin in his memory.
Walking numbly towards the thick black oak door, Kevin realized Sami had left behind his zip-up hoodie like the doofus he is, and slowly bent over to pick the black mass up off the floor and inhale its sweet, spicy, slightly floral but still musky scent. Wanting to commit it to memory.
With a heavy heart, it finally dawned on him what that indecipherable emotion on Sami’s face had been.
Acceptance.