"What the hell?" he muttered. It looked like a dead whale in bed next to him.

 

The lump started to move and it groaned. A very deep groan. Chris's brows furrowed and he watched the lump get out of bed, slipping from under the covers.  It stood up and Chris was eye level with a huge pale white ass.

 

"What the hell?" Chris asked, shocked.

 

The person turned around and Chris was now staring at a huge limp penis.

 

"Fuck me!" he yelled, shock washing over him.

 

The person laughed and said, "That's what you said last night."

 

Chris's jaw nearly fell off his face and he looked up becoming even more shocked as his eyes focused better, realizing who the person was.

 

"Paul?" Chris asked.

 

"Yes?" Paul asked, a smirk growing over the face million recognized as The Big Show.

 

"What are you doing here and why the hell are you naked?" Chris asked, his confusion growing.

 

"You were plastered last night in the bar and I brought you up here," Paul said.

 

"That doesn't explain your nakedness," Chris said, slipping out of bed and realizing he too was naked as a jay bird. "Or mine!" He quickly grabbed a pair of pants and shoved them on.

 

Paul laughed.

 

"Well?" Chris asked.

 

"Why do you think?" Paul asked, wiggling his eye brows.

 

"Huh?" Chris asked, completely confused.

 

Paul smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. He licked his lips and said, "You weren't asking so many questions last night."

 

"Would you quit playing with my head and tell me what's going on?" Chris asked.

 

"Aww," Paul said, still smirking. "You liked me playing with your head last night."

 

Chris's brows arched. "What?"

 

Paul wiggled his brows again and looked down at Chris's groin. Chris's eyes widened.

 

"What?" he screeched.

 

Paul laughed again and said, "A little small for my tastes, but..."

 

"Ah, Jesus Christ!" Chris cursed and quickly started gathering his things. Paul kept laughing. Chris pulled a shirt over his head and said, "Please tell me you used a condom."

 

Paul laughed again. "I didn't have to - you did and yes you did."

 

Chris's jaw dropped again and he felt bile rising. "Oh God..."

 

"Yeah, that's what you kept saying," Paul said with a laugh.

 

Chris looked at him shocked.

 

"What's the matter?" Paul asked, still laughing. "Don't you think I'm sexy?" He put his hands on his hips and wiggled them.

 

Chris watched Paul's organ fly back and forth with huge wide eyes and ran out of the room, flushed, with Paul's deep loud laugh following him.

 

He ran down the stairs, not bothering with the elevator and rushed to his rental car. He got in and was near tears at just the thought of what may have happened the night before.

 

There was a tap on the window and Chris looked up to see Trish looking in at him with a soft smile. 

 

He let the window down and she asked, "Chris, honey, are you ok?"

 

"I had a shitty night," Chris said.

 

"I saw you in the bar and you were so drunk!" Trish said. "I got Paul to carry you up to your room and asked him to stay with you to make sure you were ok. I stayed for a while, but left when I realized you were out of it for the night, which you were. You were passed out cold."

 

"I was?" Chris asked.

 

Trish nodded. "Yeah, nothing, not even an earthquake would have woken you up."

 

Chris sat there for a few minutes thinking. "Nothing?"

 

"Nothing," Trish said and asked, "Are you ok?"

 

Chris gripped the steering wheel and the image of Paul's flying weenie flashed through his mind. He laughed.