A Friendly Challenge

"Luck had nothing to do with it" he smirked, flipping Jean onto the mat and reversing their positions.

Jean was pulled down by his shirt, though he braced himself with hands on either side of Dave's head to keep from tipping over. His time didnt last very long on top before David switched them forcefully, causing Jean to flip onto his back with a small 'oomph'. Now David was the one leering down at him. "Oh it was definitely luck, look how easily I sleepered you not even twenty minutes ago. You'd have slept for hours if I didn't wake you!" Jean challenged, starting to sit up and bring his hands up to push David off.

Dave grabbed Jean's hands and pinned them to the mat on either side of the rocker's head. "We'll see what happens when the cuffs are in the ring."

Jean fought off David's hands but not well enough, having them pinned down beside his head. His chest was heaving up and down and he was panting slightly, but he had a mischievous smile on his face. "You better bring your A-game then, you'll need it" he grinned, bucking his hips upward to see if that would dislodge David and free himself.

Dave smiled, getting up and helping Jean to his feet, "Keep in mind I expect nothing less from you."

When Dave tried to lift Jean, he did his best to act as dead weight and resist. In fact he grabbed a hold of his shirt and yanked him back down to the mat with a grin. "Who said I was done with you?" he said slowly. If he had been reading the air correctly, this was bound to happen sooner than later, and he didn't want to wait much longer. Licking his lips, Jean leaned up close but only went half the distance; the rest was up to David.

Dave snaked a hand around the back of Jean's neck and pulled him into a kiss. He lay there atop the older wrestler as they held their kiss for a few moments.

Dave took a chance and snaked a hand under Jean's shirt, feeling the toned muscles under the fabric.

Jean was delighted to find that Dave reciprocated and then some. His hands now free made their way to Dave's back and the back of his neck, smashing their lips together after what had seemed like an eternity of cautious waiting. Jean let out a slight gasp when Dave's fingers traveled along his abs. It was a wonder that those fists which had once pounded into his muscles were now gingerly feeling and gliding across. Jean broke the kiss for a moment to breathe heavily, cupping Dave's face in his hands. Though he'd probably hear a joke or two about it later, as he doubtlessly did no matter who it was thanks to his heritage, Jean continued by slipping his tongue into David's mouth for a French kiss.

Dave moaned into Jean's mouth, continuing to feel up the French boy's chest as he opened his mouth and allowed Jean's tongue to enter his mouth.