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Edge flung his naked body(he loved sleeping nude, something about the free feeling he had) into the plush king size bed and eagerly eyed the clock laying onto of the nightstand. 12 midnight. It was officially November 30th. Christian emerged from the bathroom in sleeping attire that perfectly accented every curvature of the young blond.

"Baaabbbby," cooed Edge. His voice was so sugary it could have caused diabetes. "It's midnight. So that means it's officially your birthday! Happy Birthday, babe."

"Aww, thanks," Christian replied as he snuck under the covers and nuzzled against his boyfriend.

"Uhhh. This is a special occasion and all. Maybe you think we should....." Edge approached the subject tenderly. Despite being madly love and trying sex in virtually any position or combination, the sexual activities between the two most gorgeous men in the WWF had become a bit stale.

"Oh. Well, I guess. I mean it's technically my birthday. But I'll understand if you don't wanna. I mean, tomorrow might be more fitting anyway." Christian fumbled over his words slightly. The sexual desire between the two of them was still there, but they were just lacking the spark to set everything in motion. Nevertheless he met the oncoming kiss from Edge with hope that they could get this going tonight.

The two men embraced. Mouths, lips, tongues meeting all at once. If either man were kissing someone else, surely the other party(aside from being known as the luckiest person in the whole world) would have been stimulated beyond comprehension. But Edge and Christian had experienced the excitement so many times over the years, maybe it was finally wearing off. When the first got together, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and who could blame them. But perhaps they peaked to early.

Edge and Christian broke the kiss and rolled to their own side of the bed. They didn't even have to discuss what each knew the other was thinking. Christian heaved a loud sigh that caused his delicious chest ot rise and fall. "Edge. Did you EVER think things between us would get like this? I mean, the sex stuff?"

"Not really. Maybe we need a break. Not from each other or anything. Just maybe not fuck so much. That might re-kindle something."

"God, I hope so." Christian moaned before both men slept for the night.

The waitress at the most posh Florida restaurant carried to pieces of the best birthday cake in town to a table seating the two most engaging men she'd ever seen in her life.

Waiting for the waitress to lay down the plates and leave, Christian broke the silence at the table. "Aww, Edge. You really didn't have to go all out for me. This is too much. I don't think Vince would have even done this much for Linda."

"Nothing's too much for you, Christian. You know that." Edge spoke with absolute truth and sincerity. "And I really don't think Vince is the romantic type. So you might have a point there, babe."

"Edge. You know Vince has the heart of a 23 year old."

"Yeah. Let's just hope his body doesn't reject it." The two adonises howled at the joke made at their bosses expense. As Edge watched the beautiful man he loved enjoy some birthday cake. Edge couldn't help but eat fast. He always had. So after he finished his cake, Christian still was left with half of his. Feeling a little jilted at not being blessed with the amount of icing he would have wanted, Edge stared as Christian eat his icing-laden piece, quite messily too. Edge let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" asked the perplexed blond beauty.

"Christian. You've got a little icing..." Edge rubbed his long slender fingers down his own chin to show his lover just where the refugee icing was hiding out. Christian began to slowly move his fingers to retrieve the icing. "No, no. I'll get it." Edge said grinning. He finally had an idea to jumpstart the relationship again. Edge put both his hands and the polar sides of Christian's beautiful face and the statuesque blond did indeed remove the icing. By licking it directly off of his partner's chin.

"Edge!" Christian exclaimed through embarassed giggles. "We are in public. Anyone could have seen that just now." Christian reprimanded as he attempted to hide the growing desire in the pit of his stomach and blood that was quickly rushing south.

With a wicked grin Edge simply replied, "I know." Suddenly Edge darted under the table. He was concealed from the rest of the restaurant by the red floor length table cloth surrounding the spacious round table where they were seated. Christian could feel Edge approach his groin from under the table. He felt the unmistakeble feeling of Edge's fingers taking hold of his zipper and sliding it down. The next moment Christian felt Edge's infintely warm wet mouth engulf Christian's cock.

Finding himself unable to conceal the facial expressions of absolute uphoria that would definetly blow any cover the young men had left, Christian slid down his seat, to join his lover under the table.

Within a matter of minutes, through some miracle, the two men were able to disrobe each other with out a lot of shifting under the table. Christian placed himself right on top of Edge. They had a very limited space to work in if this was going to go relatively unnoticed. Edge reached his head to capture Christian in a kiss more heated than any other they had shared previously. In between extreme bouts of tongue wrestling, Edge placed his hands to the top of Christian's shoulders and slowly guided them down his sides to rest them on the two perfectly shaped globes of Christian's ass. Edge used adept movements of his hand against Christian's ass to guide the younger man's member in and out of his tight ass.

Christian rocked his hips back forth, in and out of Edge, finishing each stroke with an upward motion in order to give Edge the pleasure he knew he could. In an attempt to silence the inevitable moans of pleasure, Edge slid his mouth down Christian's chest to orally stimulate the nipples so perfectly showcased by his man's mesh wrestling attire. The only objection Christian had to this was now he found in difficult to control his vocal approval. He quickly decided to suck on Edge's fingers to avoid moaning loud enough to wake the dead.

In a final winner-take-all battle of tongue wrestling, the two young men managed to silenced(as best they could anyway) their ferocious, simultaneous orgasms. Edge loved the feeling of Christian's fluid flowing inside him.

The two managed to dress themselves under the cloak of the table as skillfully as they undressed. Emerging and exiting the restaurant if anyone would notice their post-coital bliss. The mission for the evening was SO totally accomplished.