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Stumbling backstage with cake and frosting obscuring his vision Spud cursed under his breath, bloody Ethan Carter the Third and bloody birthdays. Shoving his way into his locker room he yelped in alarm when his arm was caught in an iron tight grip.

Curling his fingers around Spud's biceps Ethan pressed him firmly up against the wall. "You left too soon Spud, I wasn't done with you," leaning more of his weight in he easily subdued the smaller man's struggles, trying not to laugh at his outraged and cake splattered expression.

"Dammit Ethan let go," glaring Spud attempted to shove the bigger man off of him to no avail. Clenching his teeth against the urge to punch Ethan's smug face he reluctantly relaxed into the firm hold, "what else could you want? Humiliating me on TV wasn't bloody enough for one night?"

Ethan laughed warmly, not at all intimidated by Spud's scowl he allowed his desire for the other man to escape his tight control. After all what better time for a new start then his birthday. Shifting closer he nuzzled into a cake free patch of skin behind Spud's ear, "I wanted some birthday cake tiger but it appears you're wearing it all." Shuddering at the smaller man's bitten off gasp Ethan pushed further into Spud's solid warmth.

"Yeah and who's fault is that," breathlessly Spud shifted under the tight grip, trying to ignore the sparks of lust at Ethan's actions. It had been such a long time since the other man had been this close outside of a match he'd tricked himself into forgetting the rush of desire just the scent of Ethan's cologne could invoke.

"Oh it's entirely mine," freeing one of his hands Ethan ran his thumb under the tempting curve of Spud's bottom lip, "but I believe I still deserve a taste."

Already off balance from the gentle way the bigger man skimmed his fingers along his jaw Spud couldn't hold back a startled whimper when Ethan leaned down and kissed him, a warm tongue lapping the sticky icing from his bottom lip. Trembling, mouth parting under those sinfully skilled lips his world narrowed down to the taste and feel of Ethan Carter the Third.

"Much better," panting Ethan pulled away. Groaning at the small whine of protest from the smaller man it took all his willpower not to press forward again and simply keep kissing Spud until the other man forgot they'd ever been enemies. But he wanted more. He wanted Spud back at his side where he belonged and he couldn't risk pushing too fast.

Swallowing heavily Spud abruptly became aware that he was clutching desperately at Ethan's shoulders, trying to pull the bigger man closer, "Ethan?" Voice raspy and uncertain he watched Ethan back up, arms dropping to his sides.

"Thanks tiger," Ethan smiled reassuringly at the other man's utter confusion, round one of 'Operation Win Back Rockstar Spud went to him. "I'll see you later." Wiping at the smear of icing now covering his mouth Ethan left before he could give into the temptation to kiss the still dazed man again. This had been his best birthday in years.