Broken Soul (for Wade)

Wade kissed him, hands gliding over the rippling muscles in his lovers back.

Sheamus shivered slightly at the touch, smiling into the kiss. He ran his fingers through Wade's dark hair with one hand, using the other to hold himself up.

"Please Shea..." Wade begged moving back against him. "I need you..."

Sheamus nodded, not bothering to prepare Wade at all before inserting himself, knowing his lover wouldn't mind a bit of pain.

Wade hissed though it felt rather nice, "This...this punishment for something?" he smirked with a groan.

Sheamus rolled his eyes, but smirked back at him. "Fer making me suffer while yeh got what you wanted." He said, leaning fowards to kiss Wade before he started moving.

Wade kissed him, whimpering at the feel of his lover. When his sweet spot was hit, he let out a cry of pleasure.

Sheamus laughed softly, thinking he was an idiot for ever leaving Wade, let alone trying to kill him. He began moving faster, moaning as he did so.

Wade groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "Hard...harder..." he moaned.

Sheamus did as Wade asked, letting out a moan as he moved faster and harder. Any of the people he'd been with over the years would've complained it hurt, but not Wade, which he was thankful for.

Wade moaned, "Oh...Oh Shea I'm going to..." even in the midst of passion, the words formed on his lips with precision.

Sheamus smirked at him, he had been about to say pretty much the same thing. He moaned loudly as he kept going.

"Yes oh...oh god Shea...I'm..." for the second time that night, Wade felt himself coming to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Sheamus kept going for a little longer, moaning loudly as he finally came.

Wade panted, regaining his breath. "Shea that was..."

Sheamus laid beside him, breathing heavily. He draped an arm across the Englishman's chest, kissing his cheek. "I love you..." He sighed, still trying to catch his breath.

"I love you to," Wade sleepily murmured.

Sheamus smiled, pulling a blanket over them before wrapping his arms around Wade, holding him close.

Wade smiled, "What was it like in Scotland, without me?"

Sheamus smirked "Yeh mean Ireland. I wouldn't ever willingly step in ter McIntyre's country..." He kissed Wade's cheek softly. "It was...lonely." He admitted.

"All you foreigners from Scotland/Ireland are the same anyways," Wade dismissed with a shrug of his shoulders and a yawn.

"We are not." Sheamus said, pouting. "I ain't the same as any of them Scottish." He let Wade go, rolling over to face away from him, pretending to be upset.

"C'mon, you use to tell me that me and Mason Ryan were the same," Wade said, reminding Sheamus of one of his Welsh bodyguards.

"I don' care. I ain't Scottish." Sheamus said, faking an upset sounding tone.

Wade kissed Shea's neck, turning to spoon against him, "I'm sorry baby."