I Want My Medals By Boston Beth
	Here’s a blast from the past, seeing that Chris Benoit will probably be coming back soon. I hope you enjoy and I’d love feedback. Thanks! TITLE: I Want My Medals! CAST: Main characters Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit. Cameos by Edge, Christian, and Tajiri. SUMMARY: What lengths will Kurt go to get his medals back from Chris? COMMENTS: Always, always welcome! NOTE: This takes place in the past so this will reflect the tag team of Edge and Christian. ********************************** Kurt Angle was never so humiliated. It was bad enough that Chris Benoit caught him in the crippler cross face and made Kurt submit after the Olympic golden boy had dominated him for most of the match. That had knocked him out for what seemed like hours. When Kurt had finally woken up, the referee told him that Chris had stolen his prized gold medals! Well, that was one step too far. Kurt was determined to get them back. And when he did Chris was going to regret ever coming up with the idea that would upset the all-American hero. “Benoit? Benoit! You get out here now!” Kurt yelled over and over. He looked in every dressing room and down every hallway in search of the Wolverine. Kurt happened to run into Edge and Christian noshing at the buffet table. “Hey! Hey guys! Have you seen Benoit?” asked Kurt. “No we haven’t.” replied Edge. “But we saw what he did, Kurt! That was the height of heiniosity!” Christian said forcefully. “Yeah! Yeah it was!” added Edge. Kurt nodded with intensity. “Okay. Okay. If you guys see him, you tell him to see me right away!” he said, pointing his finger. Edge nodded his approval. “Oh you bet, our Olympic friend. Because Chris Benoit is the king of the Munchkins!” he said. “Yeah, yeah!” Christian agreed. “And the Munchkins must be destroyed before they take over this arena...then the world!” Confusion reigned over Kurt’s face but he tried to not let it show. “Yeah. Okay great, thanks guys!” he called, walking away. Kurt made his way again around the place. “Benoit! You can’t hide from me forever!” he yelled. He stopped at a table set up for coffee, where he saw Yoshihiro Tajiri having a cup. “Hey Tajiri!” Kurt said, tapping his shoulder. “Have you seen Benoit?” Tajiri looked at him like he was crazy. Kurt continued. “Chris Benoit?” he said. Still Tajiri didn’t understand. “He took my medals! Benoit stole my medals!” he said. For a second Tajiri nodded and Kurt seemed happy. Then Tajiri pointed to the coffee urn. “Oh for crying out loud Tajiri, stop pretending you don’t know English!” Kurt complained. “See ya later!” There was one room Kurt hadn’t looked in yet. That was the room they had set up to be the commissioner’s office. Kurt turned the door knob and flung open the door. There he saw Chris stretched out on the huge leather recliner to the left of the desk. His hands were behind his head and he wore a mischievous grin. He was still wearing his trunks and boots. “Well well Kurt. You look lost. Can I help you with something?” asked Chris. “Don’t play that with me, Benoit! I want my medals!” Kurt demanded. “You do, huh?” “No Benoit. I want to make margaritas! Give me back my medals!” Chris brought his hands down to his lap and folded them. He shifted his body slightly to one side. “Kurt, you’ll get them. But you’ll have to work for them. You see, as you are fond of saying, you are an Olympic champion. You worked hard to get those medals, right?” “You’re damn right I did, Benoit!” answered Kurt, secretly wondering where this was leading to. “You’ll work now to get them back.” Kurt was getting annoyed. “Just tell me where they are! I’ll do anything to get them back!” he said. Upon hearing that Chris flashed his famous smile. Kurt could see the space where his tooth had been. Chris pointed to his pants. “They’re with me, Kurt.” he said. A look of disgust drifted on Kurt’s face and reverberated in his stomach. “In there?” he shrieked. “On your genitals? No way. No fricking way Benoit!” “You did tell me you would do anything to get them back, right?” questioned Chris. Kurt realized he was in a corner. “Fine. What do you want me to do Benoit?” He walked to the chair. Chris was getting excited. Finally Kurt was going to be as close to him as he wanted. “Take off my boots.” Chris said. Kurt bent down and started unlacing them. Chris breathed in Kurt’s musky scent. Wow, Kurt just doesn’t understand what a turn-on he is, he thought. Look at those eyes. They are the brightest blue I’ve ever seen. He was distracted by the thump of his boots hitting the floor. “Pull them down, Kurt.” Chris said slowly. Kurt started to say something but realized it wouldn’t do him any good. Kurt steadied his shaky hands long enough to grasp the top of the trunks. He pulled them away from the skin and peeled down carefully. Chris pulled his legs close together, feeling the sensation of cool air hitting his flesh. Chris’s eyes never left Kurt. Oooooh, I just love that little vein that pops out of his neck when he’s angry, though Chris. It’s so cute! Kurt threw the trunks across the room. He was disgusted with himself. How could he let Chris order him to do something as horrible and as unnatural as this. Kurt’s mouth dropped open. The medals weren’t there, but Chris’s emerging erection was, just there on Chris’s taut stomach. “Hey, I thought you said the medals were there!” Kurt protested. “Sorry. I should have been a little more specific.” said Chris, a twinkle in his eye. “They’re actually in my locker. But you know...I can’t get up to get them right now. I’m a little sore, Kurt. Take care of this for me so that I’m less...frustrated.” Kurt’s eyes grew wide with shock. “I-I’m not putting my mouth on that dirty- -thing!” he yelled. “That won’t be necessary.” Chris said nicely. “Your hand will suffice.” Kurt sat down on the chair in a space Chris had left for him. The Olympic hero wondered if he could possibly use his hand for other choking purposes, preferably something that would cause Chris to experience a bit of breathing trouble. Again though, he knew he was stuck. “Ok fine. You got something that will...make it easier?” asked Kurt. Chris reached over to his gym bag and extracted a tube of gel. “Cherry-flavored lube.” informed Chris as he unscrewed the cover. He squeezed a little on his forefinger, then pushed it between his lips. “Mmmm, tasty!” Chris made sucking noises and groans while sliding the finger in and out. I would have so much fun with this, thought Chris. Boy, would I love to rub this into his muscles. That stomach...I could get lost in there and it’d be all right... “Just give me that!” snapped Kurt, snatching the tube. He put some the size of a quarter in the palm of his right hand. He wrapped it around Chris’s very hard cock. Slowly he coated it with a slow up and down motion. Geez, Kurt thought, I didn’t realize he was that thick. Wait, wait, what the hell am I saying? Why would I even care about that? he reasoned with himself. I’m not looking to look at Benoit! I’m an Olympic hero! They don’t look at guys like that like some fruit! Edge and Christian may look at guys like that--but not me! I can’t believe I’m doing this. The nerve of that gap- toothed munchkin! The little creep. Hey it could be worse, though. I’ll give him this much. He’s not really ugly. I could be looking at Albert or Heyman or someone like that. “You’re doing it too slow, Kurt.” Chris interrupted Kurt’s train of thought, which right now was traveling places he didn’t want to consider visiting. “Speed it up a little. I gotta enjoy this too, you know!” “Who said I was enjoying this, Benoit? That’s just in your mind.” said Kurt. But he did as he asked. By now Chris’s hardness was more slippery and easier to manipulate. So he was able to move his hands faster along the shaft. “Yeah that’s good. Oh yeah, that’s, mmm-hmmm, that’s so nice. Nice and smooth. Yeah. You sure you’ve never done this before?” asked Chris teasingly. “No I have not!” Kurt shot back. “OK, OK just asking! No need to get excited. That’s supposed to be my role, sweetie!” replied Chris. “And I’m not your sweetie, Benoit!” said Kurt. Oooooh that jerk! He is really enjoying this. He is so happy. I’ve never anyone’s eyes sparkle like that. You can see that. Are they blue or gray or what? They’re nice eyes, objectively speaking of course. Nah, he’s not bad looking. Not as good- looking as me but okay. Too bad they couldn’t fix his teeth, then he’d really be hot. Kurt, stop talking like that! Chris’s breathing slowed. He put his hand flat on the top of Kurt’s head and began to comb his hair. Chris couldn’t stop looking at how firm and tight Kurt’s legs looked in those trunks. He could have looked at him all night. “Stop for a second, Kurt.” he said. “What now, Benoit?” Kurt asked. “Can you just pull down your trunks? Just a little?” he asked in a slightly sugary voice. “Benoit, you’re lucky I’m doing this. You’re lucky I don’t give you a good pop to your head---” “Now, now. Kurt, don’t you want your medals back?” Chris asked, messing up Kurt’s hair. “Fine.” Kurt said with a huff. How far was this going to go? He took his hand off Chris and reached up to the strap of his trunks. He let down one strap, then the other, until his chest and stomach was exposed. Chris watched him admiringly, lustfully. Kurt sat back down and resumed his hand action. Look at him, thought Kurt. Like’s he never seen a guy before. I wish it were another guy he were looking at. I feel so--uhhh! He noticed that he had developed somewhat of a tent in his shorts. That’s not from looking at him is it? It just couldn’t be. How am I interested in Benoit? I’m not! I’m not looking at him like he’s looking at me! He’s looking at me like I’m a raw piece of steak and he’s a rottweiller for crying out loud! I’ve never looked at Benoit that way! Except for that one time, of course, on that Raw. He had on this brown shirt and boy, it was tight. How could anyone miss him? You could see it all. Every sexy little curve and outline on that wide, hard chest and---hey! I have to stop talking like that! Kurt spent so much time in self-analysis that he did not notice that Chris’s cock was gushing pre-come, or that Chris was moaning so loud with pleasure that there was a real chance somebody could find out about this. “Oh Kurt...you have a real talent for this, anybody ever tell you that?” asked Chris, who by now had begun rubbing Kurt’s nipples. Kurt did not protest but continued to pump Chris’s cock vigorously. “You do it so well...oh baby, that’s right. That’s good. Yeah, that’s what I need Kurt.” Chris whispered. “You’re good Kurt.” “Thanks Benoit.” said Kurt. He meant it sarcastically but it ended up coming out almost appreciatively. He felt his cock push even harder against the satiny fabric of his wrestling clothes and wondered how much longer he was going to hold. He scrunched his forehead tight and closed his eyes as Chris begged him to keep doing it, keep doing it, soon he was going to pop. Chris watched as every muscle on Kurt’s impressive arms and chest tensed and released with his controlled breathing. He tossed his head back and drew in air with a mouth wide with a sweetness he could just about taste. Kurt’s hand shook as fast as the blood racing through Chris’s cock. He had been doing this for awhile but the pain in his hand wasn’t from repetition. It was from some newly found desire to give Chris his wish and to make a wish of his own come true. “Kurt...I’m gonna come soon. Oh you are good, man. That’s the way I like this, Kurt!” Chris said, his hands again behind his back. “I got you right where I want you Kurt!” “Yeah you do Benoit.” said Kurt. Suddenly he took his hand away from Chris’s body and his head plunged downward. “What the--?” said Chris, shocked at the turn of events. Kurt was sucking and licking at Chris like a wild man. While his tongue circled that tasty mushroom Kurt ran his hand up Chris’s thigh. He ended up in his lap, where Kurt proceeded to take a ball in his large fingers and pull on it. “Oh my--Kurt! Oh Kurt this is unbelievable! Oh Kurt this is so good!” Chris screamed as Kurt took the second ball and gave it a series of sharp, short pulls. All of a sudden Chris had no choice but to shoot. Chris let loose several bursts of come all around Kurt’s mouth. Then Kurt took away his mouth, letting Chris’s member bounce slightly while it still shot, errant bits of come ending up on Kurt’s chin and cheek. Chris shook his head in amazement at Kurt. “Man that was--” Kurt interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Save it, Benoit.” he said after breaking it. Kurt stood up and quickly pulled his tights down even further until they were off his body and on the floor. Chris’s eyes widened at Kurt’s majestic form. “Come get me, Benoit.” Kurt ordered, his blue eyes dark with intensity. “I’m almost there, I need help from you.” Eagerly Chris leapt off the chair and assumed a kneeling position. He lapped up Kurt’s hardness with need, sucking on it like the end was near and he had little time to waste. He loved Kurt’s hand action with his balls, so Chris returned the favor. Soon the warmth of Chris’s moist mouth working on Kurt’s cock was joined by the heat of his fingertips pushing and poking his pliable flesh. Kurt released long, erotic moans at Chris not only sucking him off, but playing with his balls like they some toys he had just gotten as an unexpected, wonderful present. “Benoit! Benoit I’m coming, I’m coming! Oh Benoit I love it...I want it!” Kurt yelled over and over as he filled Chris’s mouth with his salty juices. Slowly Chris pulled his mouth off, rubbing Kurt’s thighs as the remnants of Kurt’s shots dribbled out the corners of his mouth down his neck. They helped each other up. Now they standing face to face, Chris with a huge smile and Kurt with a most serious expression in his eyes. “Well Kurt, you did what I asked.” said Chris, nodding his head. “And a lot more. Whew. I’m gonna get your medals now.” As Chris tried to walk away Kurt pulled him into his arms without warning. He gave Chris a long, passionate kiss. “Well Chris, why don’t you wait on that.” Kurt said, looking deep into Chris’s eyes. “I can wait for the medals. Right now, I’d like a little more of you.”