Luck of the Irish

A/N: Happy St. Patrick's Day! Oh, and BTW, I don't know when St. George's Day is, but... Happy St. George's Day to Mr. Epic Wade Barrett!

Disclaimer: I don't own WWE, Evan Bourne, Wade Barrett, Sheamus, or St. Patrick's Day.

Pairing: Evan Bourne/Sheamus

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St. Patrick's Day had always been Sheamus's favorite holiday, since he was Irish and all. He got to drink lots of pure Irish rum and wear his home countries colors with pride.

Right now, Sheamus was struggling to put his key into his front door. He was as drunk as a sailor, and cursed his lock for "moving around like a leprechaun." The neighbor's dog was barking furiously at him through the fence and he resisted the urge to go over there and bark back. Yeah, he was that drunk.

Finally getting his front door unlocked, the Celtic warrior walked with a slur into the kitchen, stripping of his jacket, "Baby, I'm home! Happy St. Pattie's Day!" He reached into the cabinet, grabbing some pretzels and munching on them, wondering why his lover wasn't answering him.

"Hey baby, where are you?" Sheamus walked towards his bedroom door, thinking his boyfriend was asleep. But when he opened the door, he dropped the pretzel bag and a big grin broke out onto his face.

"Mm hey baby. Are you ready for your St. Pattie's Day treat?" Evan was on his knees in their bed, only in a sparkly green thong and a shirt that said "Fuck Me, I'm Irish."

Sheamus instantly sobered up, and the rest for the rest of the night, the couple did more than an Irish jig.

The End

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A/N: LOL Sorry about the lame joke at the end, but I just had to say it! Haha, thank you for reading honeys! ~ Ducky