Okay, Forget the Medals By Boston Beth
		Chapter One
	A little while ago, I posted a story called “I Want My Medals”. This is a sequel to it. Before I begin though, I’d just like to give a little history about it. Actually, I wrote “I Want My Medals” about a year ago, when the Kurt- Benoit storyline was big. At the time I was writing stories but not posting them. A few months later, I posted it at another board because a reader was looking for a Benoit story. I got a request for a sequel. So from that I wrote “Okay, Forget the Medals”. I have to admit “IWMM” is one of my favorite stories and that’s why I posted it here. So that’s that! Like I said, I wrote this some time ago and hopefully my writing has improved since then (lol). Special thanks to Julie who wrote me a very lovely note—thanks so much for your patience! I love feedback but please—if you have nothing nice or constructive to say about the story, don’t waste your time or energy, I won’t acknowledge it. Now, on with the show! “Okay, Forget the Medals” starring Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit. ***Please note*** that a graphic scene of a sexual nature involving two men is contained herein. If you know that this subject matter bothers you, please don’t read it. “A little more of me, huh?” asked Chris, mulling over the proposition. It had already been more than he had expected. But he hadn’t decided whether his body and mind had experienced enough. Kurt wore anxiousness on his face and tapped it out against his thigh. Chris took this as a slight turn-on. His relieved cock tingled again with familiar feelings. All that anyone heard was long, steady breaths being expelled and filling the room. A slight, sure smile came to Chris. “Sure, I’d like that.” he said in a voice that matched the faint, maniacal glint in his eyes. “But not here.” Chris’s hand reached out to Kurt’s face. He let his hand go as if he were about to slap his cheek. But instead it glided, his fingers splayed about until they reached Kurt’s mouth. Chris’s index finger passed on his lower lip and it stopped. “Not here.” said Chris. “Someplace else.” They got dressed and headed to the parking lot. The trip back was quiet, save for the urgent way Chris drove and the occasional purr from Kurt when Chris caressed his neck or the inside of his thigh. Finally they got to Chris’s apartment. They made it to the bedroom. It was a bit cold and begging for something to make it warm. Kurt and Chris stood in the middle of the floor, eyes locked, breath brushing against flesh. Chris put his hand around Kurt’s waist. Their lips locked slowly together to make moisture and heat. They stayed together, tongues slipping through and up and down. Kurt shut his eyes and let this warm, wondrous feeling sink into every pore of himself. Chris watched Kurt’s ecstatic expressions as he let his other hand rest along Kurt’s lap. He felt the large bump of his outline. Kurt purred like a well-kept engine. Slowly Chris loosened the buttons of Kurt’s pants. They stopped kissing long enough to allow Chris to pull off Kurt’s shirt. Kurt was relieved. Chris rubbed his hand against the smoothness of Kurt’s chest. His finger rode down the treasure trail and up the center, caressing his pecs and arms. “Lie down.” Kurt followed Chris’s suggestion. Soon he was on the bed, his arms and legs comfortably stretched out. Chris slid off Kurt’s footwear without difficulty. Then Kurt raised his hips and thrust himself forward. This was so enticing to Chris--he wanted nothing more than to get his mouth on Kurt’s juicy flesh. But for now Chris was just content to see it. He grabbed Kurt’s jeans and peeled. It was soon apparent that he had no layer of underwear to worry about. Kurt moaned with the thrill of being bare. He was already there. Chris put himself in the space Kurt conveniently left for him. Now Chris swooped down for the good stuff. Quickly Chris took Kurt’s cock in his mouth, gently pumping the powerful shaft until it was very slick. At the same time Chris tweaked and pulled at Kurt’s nipples. Kurt’s groans became deep. They almost sounded like shivers as he begged of Chris...don’t stop this, oh you’re good, so very good. Then Chris took his mouth away, leaving glistening wet flesh. Kurt emitted a moan of disappointment. Chris replied by cupping his palm under Kurt’s low, full balls. Gently he lifted them up, then he went to work on the tender flesh underneath them. Alternately Chris sucked and nipped to make the soft folds bounce and stretch. Chris’s eyes shifted north, just in time to watch Kurt’s face shift and twist with pleasure that he found it hard to put into words. Then Chris dropped his balls, letting them slap against Kurt’s leg. Chris moved up so that his body could cover Kurt’s. Their embrace was tight and their kisses furious. Chris removed his lips long enough to put precious kisses on Kurt’s eyes and cheeks. Kurt sighed appreciatively. “Something’s wrong here.” whispered Kurt. Chris looked down and saw that he was still dressed. “Oh. Oh yeah.” he said, reaching for the top button. But Kurt put his hands there before Chris could. “Uh-uh.” said Kurt. Just like that the first button, then all, opened. Just like that the shirt slipped off as if the wind carried it away. And just like that all Chris wore was his beard and his smile. Chris replaced himself on top of Kurt. Nothing had felt this good in a long time. Not winning a belt, not taking those medals. That seemed so distant and irrelevant to the both of them. What mattered was the now of their environment--Chris’s head in the curve of Kurt’s neck, Kurt’s hand kneading and squeezing Chris’s ass, two bulges fitting together and asking for more. Not the end!
			Chapter Two
	It’s about time I posted this! It seems like FanFic’s been down for a hundred years ( If you’ve been reading this, a big thank you! This is the last part (, I hope you like it. TITLE: Okay, Forget the Medals! part two, sequel to I Want My Medals. STARS: Kurt Angle & Chris Benoit I forgot the DISCLAIMER last time so here’s one now: None of this happened. Kurt and Chris are owned by the WWE, not me. This does not reflect their real sexual orientations. Somewhere along the way Chris and Kurt fell asleep. Kurt woke up first. Carefully he lay on one side so as not to disturb his peaceful looking partner. Kurt propped himself up by an elbow and studied Chris. Chris had been an adversary and a man he respected. And, because he stole his medals and wouldn’t give them back, a pain in the ass. But at this moment, Chris was his lover. A wolverine? thought Kurt with a shake of his head and a smile. He looks more like a dove. Even in the darkness he could make out Chris’s compact, appealing form. He watched the rise and fall of his chest and how angelic he looked asleep. His body was like a blanket across the bed--warm, cozy, and requesting of someone to join it. Kurt placed his head on top of Chris’s head and stroked his soft brown locks. Suddenly Kurt was amazed. How did this happen? he thought, looking at Chris’s eyelashes against his skin like diamonds on a velvet pillow. How did I go from hating him to...well, really liking him? I mean, it’s not love. I wouldn’t say that. Admiration? Kurt’s other hand rubbed one nipple of Chris’s, then the other, until they could not get any harder. Yeah, I can definitely admire what he’s got! Kurt thought gleefully. Amidst the quiet he could take in Chris’s heartbeat. This human sound was maybe the sexiest song he could hear right now. Its rhythm played to Kurt, saying be mine, be mine. Soon Kurt got impatient. It wasn’t boring to watch Chris sleeping. But Kurt had to be more active--who wouldn’t with someone as cute and cuddly as Chris right next to him? Kurt wanted to touch his body everywhere. He wanted to take Chris’s lap, put it in his mouth and name it. He had to put his essence on Chris’s flesh and claim it. But for all this to happen Chris would have to participate. Then came a hand on top of Kurt’s. Chris turned to one side, head on hand, his elbow deep in the mattress. He stared at Kurt with eyes that had been hard as steel just hours before, but now were melting at the sight of his athletic, handsome partner. His foot traveled to Kurt, and he ran his toes along an ankle, up and over to his calf. “Hey there Kurt.” Chris whispered, his attention on Kurt’s vivid blue eyes, a dazzling light in the dark. “Hey yourself, Chris.” replied Kurt. “So no more calling me Benoit?” “Nope.” said Kurt. He moved behind Chris, pulling him so that his back rested against Kurt’s built chest. Kurt laid a hand along Chris’s sturdy front and placed his lips on his neck. Kurt’s cool tongue left a line of saliva from one end to the other, making Chris sigh. From there he went to Chris’s ear, nibbling on his tasty lobe and licking the inside. Chris’s moans grew louder and longer. “Nope, no more calling you Benoit. I’ve grown too close to you for that.” he said before kissing his neck again. Chris stroked Kurt’s mighty legs while he moaned his appreciation of Kurt’s kindness. Then they kissed again, this time more heatedly. Kurt moved from the lips to the stubble on Chris’s chin, the prickliness feeling like silk. He trailed down Chris’s neck, landing between his firm pecs. He kissed every inch of his expanse, throwing in a tickle to a nipple every now and then. Chris’s panting permeated the room, sharp and subdued. It peaked when Kurt ravished Chris’s stomach. His buzzed head was like the most luxurious fur on his smooth skin. Chris put his hands right on Kurt’s head and it was like a freshly cut field, all new and fragrant. After some time Chris motioned for Kurt to stop. Placing his hand lightly on Kurt’s chest, Kurt fell involuntarily back onto his pillows. Chris reached to the floor looking for his pants. He produced the lube that Chris had taunted Kurt with earlier. Chris put some on his finger and painted his lips with feathery strokes. Chris turned his head and soon his mouth collided with Kurt’s. As they kissed they soaked in the sweetness, their tongues desperate to capture it all. Kurt broke away, recovered his breath, and thrust himself back onto his partner with a fresh desire. Frantically Kurt ran his hands on Chris’s back and arms, mixing sweat with dry flesh. He could not bear the heat after a while. With reluctance Kurt pulled away. His eyes spoke of a heavy bliss. “Chris, this is too much.” he sighed. “It’s just too good.” Chris flashed him a grin. “It is.” he said. “And it’s getting better all the time. Lie down.” He did so. Chris dabbed some lube on his finger and coated his tongue. With it still sticking out, Chris settled in between Kurt’s legs. Slowly he lowered his head so that his tongue could touch Kurt’s stomach. It slipped into his abs easily. Eagerly Chris rode along the highly developed trails. He made circles and crossed each perfect part while the lube and Kurt’s sweat mingled. “Mmmm.mmmm,mmm, oh Chris.” said Kurt, his voice barely above a whisper. “Chris, this is so good. Yeah, it is. Oh Chris!” Chris looked lovingly at Kurt as his other hand slipped under him. Kurt squealed when a warm finger squeezed in the middle and filled him. “Chris! Oh Chris I love it!” he called out, seemingly forgetting to breathe. Chris twisted his finger all around the small space, the pressure against Kurt’s inside making him yell and moan even more. “Chris, Chris!” Kurt hollered with heat in his voice. “Chris, I want you. I have to have you. Got to have--more of you...” he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Without a word Chris removed himself. He rolled Kurt over and positioned himself again in between. He saturated his hands with more lube, then pumped himself hard until he was well coated. With his hands firmly on Kurt’s hips Chris pushed, first slowly, then with the hardest thrust Kurt had ever experienced. Chris had entered him in one go, and just as easily he took himself out halfway. With no warning, Chris pushed back in, his low balls banging against Kurt’s skin. Kurt let out a low yelp, then a pained plea for more. Chris did the joust, repeatedly and with a consistent force that was just this side of true pain, while Kurt screamed and begged for more. Chris grabbed even tighter and grunted even more with every thrust. Kurt noticed that his hole was wet and slippery and that gave him such satisfaction. “Chris, Chris...” he said, his head turned and stuck to the pillow, “Chris are you there yet?” “Almost Kurt. Hold on, hold on for me!” Chris said, a declaration almost. “Yeah Chris, yeah Chris...you know it man.” said Kurt, his breathing slowing down. One of Chris’s hands went back to Kurt’s head so that he could stroke it. “You okay Kurt?” he asked. “I am very fine!” Kurt said. “Chris, stay close to me please! Please come to me!” For a moment Chris stopped pounding to allow his body to cover Kurt’s. His chest made its home on Kurt’s massive back. The hardness of his wonderful, sculpted frame was so inviting to Chris. But as soon as he found a perfect fit, Chris was back to pumping. Chris had to make Kurt say it. Chris could feel it spread out in every muscle and every tremble in his body. For a long time Chris had felt this way towards Kurt and now he was going to live out everything he had thought. Harder and harder he worked it, and Kurt reacted like a man who would never reach the point of enough. “Chris! Chris baby!” Kurt screamed. Was he about to cry? It sounded like it. “Oh Chris I can’t wait! I have to have it now!” “You wait, Kurt darling, you just wait!” promised Chris with a tenderness that belied the ferocious show. “Ahh, ahh Kurt!” he yelled. “Feeling it yet, Kurt?” he asked, as he had begun to shoot his stuff. “Oh yeah! Yeah! Yea-hah!” said Kurt, his voice dropping octaves as he was filled with Chris’s come. “Chris! Oh Chris, I...I...” “What, Kurt?” asked Chris, suddenly concerned. “I love you, Chris!” Kurt shouted his secret so that the walls could catch it. “I love you Chris. I love you, I always did...” he chanted as the stuff spilled onto the bed. For a second Chris was stunned. Cautiously he pulled out of Kurt and sat, legs folded, at the end of the bed. “Kurt, look at me.” he said. Kurt turned himself around and sat up, legs apart. Chris motioned for Kurt to come closer. Kurt did, and was met with a quick, warm embrace. “Kurt, I never thought you’d say it.” Chris said in his ear. He gave his lobe a nibble. “Kurt, I love you too.” “You know something, Chris?” Kurt asked. “What’s that, Kurt?” “Some things are just more valuable than gold.” Kurt said, drawing Chris’s head close for another kiss. ******************************** That’s it! Like I said, I hope you enjoyed it. I have to admit, I really like these two together. Would you want to see another Kurt & Chris story? If so let me know!