"Crave"
Parts 13 - Epilogue

By Jade Doll

Part 13. Christian is kinda sexy. I wanna fuck him. I may be on my seventh can but I know when I’m being hit on dammit! We’re in the hotel bar and he just slides in next to me and buys me beer. Already in there, Baby. Christian starts leaning close and talking to me about how stressful work is right now and how Francois taught him this really great massage and how he’d like to give me one sometime. My cock starts to tingle at this offer so I turn to check out the scenery. Tight jeans with those thin cotton shirts he wears. Nice. I imagine untying those porn star laces he’s got on his pants. I like fair skin, obviously, and he’s got pretty eyes, a cute mouth. Shame about the hair though. I liked it when it was longer, but at least I can rub my face on his pale neck without getting silk in my mouth. Fuck I refocus on the fingers in my lap and the beer in my hand till that thought is locked in the black box inside my heart with all the rest. A box with a big fuckin’ padlock on it and the letters C J branded into the lid. There. Now I’m only thinkin’ about possible futures with the young babe currently trying to crawl into my jeans. “What brought this on?” I ask, sliding my hand under Christian’s shirt tails, feelin’ soft skin. He licks his lips and smiles nervously. “Well, you’ve been pretty great in the ring lately and we’ve been doin’ some stuff together. So I thought I’d try to generate a little tension.” I grab his hand back and place in on my cock. “Ya succeeded there Baby.” We grope some more as I drunkenly review this week, when yes my brain starts. The kid’s been flirting’ with me most times we’ve been together. I’ve been totally uninterested in anythin’ like sex lately and missed all his little hints. So the kid climbs into my lap. Gotta respect that. Despite Dwayne’s urgings to get over it, I’ve been sulkin’. Keepin’ myself to myself too much. Why not live a little? “Austin?” The slim Canadian’s breath tickles my ear. “Want to come up to my room so I can give you that massage? “Hmmm.” I murmur back, lips caressing the milky skin. “Sound’s nice.” I’m about to slide off the bar stool when I see through the glass wall of the bar, someone walk across the foyer to reception. My gut clenches as I watch him move. It’s been two months. He hasn’t changed at all since I walked from that hotel room. Still a cold, vicious bastard with a mouth on him like a razor. Cold with everybody, even the Boyos. Although he’s still nicer to them than anyone else. But that’s not saying much. Goldberg’s history. Even Vince realized that with the less than enthusiastic crowd reactions he’s getting now and the possibility of his death if he ever sets foot in a WWE locker room, the guy was more trouble than he was worth. Asshole’s contracted for two more appearances though, including Wrestlemania. With me. Can’t wait. Then the soon-to-be-bleeding Goldberg’s gone. For good. Finally. All thoughts of Christian dribble from my skull as I absently push the kid away and head after Jericho. I can tell he’s aware of me. Chris’ shoulders tense just ever so slightly as I approach him and lean on the reception counter. Getting an eyeful, I slowly gaze at him from boots to hair. Taking his key he smiles at the receptionist who nods back, slightly stunned. Uh, ah. Don’t try and run away Pretty Boy. I follow quickly and step into the lift just before the doors close. Leaning against the wall, I stare at his profile, tracing the lovely bone structure, the curved brow and all that golden… “If you’re doing that to piss me off, it’s working.” His honey voice is it’s typical ‘bite me’ tone. “Good.” I sneer. He spins around and faces me, crossing his arms he smiles nastily. “Still torturing yourself?” Those frosty eyes scan me from head to toe. It’s not pleasant. “Kinda pathetic don’t you agree?” I bark a shout of laughter. “Ya just don’t get it do ya?” I ask stepping close to invade his personal space. “Get what Austin?” He doesn’t even flinch at my nearness. Prick. “That you’re so enamoured of yourself that you can’t get over me seeing some sense?” “No. Ya dumb little shit,” I abuse right back. “Ya don’t get that ya fucked up something that could’a been forever!” “Yeah right. And what colour is the sky in your world Austin?” Chris questions sarcastically as the lift doors open. “Sapphire…” I murmur to his back as the lift doors close, leaving me alone. “Bright sapphire blue.” Part 14 I walk with my usual swagger from Vince’s office, at long last finally feeling good for more than ten seconds. Dwayne is right, I’m moping like a stupid teenager with a crush over a guy not worth my time. As far as CJ is concerned, he’s the one who missed out. Too much bloody trouble dealing with someone else’s issues, Christian is stable and I like him. It’s not like it would have gone anywhere. We’re so different and lets face it, he didn’t care two cents for me. I don’t need that kinda attitude, if I wanna be treated like dirt I’ll call Debra. He did us both a favour. I’m glad it never began. Yeah, right. Ignoring the little box in my heart, I head to Christian’s locker room with a grin on my face. Tonight I’m gonna seduce him. He’s already given me the go ahead but I wasn’t ready. God I sound like a virgin. Me, not ready for sex! Blame the little blonde prick with the ego the size of Canada. I swing through the showers connected to the locker room and smile as I hear Christian say my name. Slowing I prepare to surprise him by jumping out from hiding. “Austin likes medium-well steak? Cool. I’ll order it from room service.” Christian sounds like he’s writing something down. “It’s not that hard to remember Christian.” My heart stops beating at the sound of Jericho’s voice. “Order wine as well, something well flavoured and not too sweet.” Oh God. “Wine? C’mon you’re kidding me. Austin?” My boyfriend is incredulous. “Only with steak. Medium-well steak, mushroom sauce is his favorite but if you can’t get that try peppercorn but nothing creamy.” Chris’ voice is firm and confident, but there is the hint of something… There isn’t any air. “Awesome, thanks Chris. Man you know I owe you big time for all of this. I’m gonna pay you back somehow.” Christian says chirpily. Chirpy, he’s chirpy? “I’ve told you don’t worry about it Christian. You two are made for each other.” He sounds tired. I can’t seem to breathe. “Yeah sure. But if you hadn’t, you know, pushed me at him I would never have flirted with him like that or anything. I never even thought he was interested till you told me to go for it.” Movement as Christian packs up his gear. I slide down the wall till my butt hits the tiles. I hear Jericho get up and walk across the room, “Just do everything we talked about and you’ll be fine. You are perfect for him.” Why can’t I breathe? “Whoa Chris I don’t know about that. This is gonna be our first night together and then we’ll see how it goes.” Christian chuckles goofily. Goofy? “No you will not!” Chris is angry, but there is no ice in his voice. “This is the best chance you will ever get understand? You will not fuck this up by being an adolescent. Austin is the most amazingly decent man you will ever meet and he will be happy, not fucked around by you!” I wish I could breathe. “Jeeze Chris okay I get it. Don’t fuck around with his feelings,” Christian is obviously thrown by Jericho’s outburst. “If you think he’s so incredible why don’t you go after him?” Dead silence. “Because he deserves better than the poison that is me.” Pure self-hatred in that beloved voice. Oh God. Uncomfortable silence as Chris opens the outer door. “Just…be good to him ok?” I never thought I would hear such tenderness from him. “Sure Chris. I’ll do everything you told me. Treat him like a prince and make him happy. I’ll take care of him for you, I promise.” Christian is sincere. “Thanks.” I hear the outer door snick closed. I can finally breathe, huge gasps of oxygen flow into my lungs as the reality of what I just heard sinks in. The box inside my heart is breaking, falling to bits inside me. It really shouldn’t hurt this much. But it does. One thought revolves around and around in my head like a carousel. I hear footsteps coming my way. I can’t move, the thought has me mesmerized. A bag dropping to the floor, my boyfriend’s voice. “Oh shit.” I’m gonna kill the little bastard for doing this to us. Then I’m gonna marry him. Part 15. My fans would be stunned to see me like this. Sitting, chin on fist as I think about a problem rather than stomping a mudhole in someone. It’s fuckin’ weird actually. All the anger is gone, all the hurt and pain from the past eight weeks is gone now. I’m left with only…why? Part of it is obvious, Chris thinks he’s poison and, get this, is not good enough for me. Jesus! He’s fuckin’ mad. Guys like me kill to be with guys like him. So he breaks my heart and I hate his guts. Then the little fucker sets up his best friend to win me over, making Christian into the perfect guy for me. Only one catch, there is a perfect guy for me and it’s not Christian. Kid took it well actually. After finding me on my ass in the showers, we go into his room and hash everything out. From what Goldberg did, to my relationship with Chris, to Christian thinking I’m ‘cool and all’ but how Chris and I are just ‘so into each other’. He’s seems kinda bummed that we didn’t work out but hardly heartbroken so I don’t feel that guilty. As to Jericho’s reasoning Christian has no idea but, “Chris is scary the way he thinks sometimes. I swear he doesn’t operate at the same speed as the rest of us. I’ve heard some stories from Stampede that would make you grow hair Austin, Jericho can be so twisted.” So. I’m not gonna just go to Jericho’s room and beat the crap outta him. I’m not gonna even talk to him. Not till I find out…why? Something Christian said eats at me till I make a decision. Getting up from my ‘thinker’ pose I grab a six-pack and leave my room. Up one floor I knock on the door of the only person that may be able to give me some answers. “Hey Austin. What’s up?” “Hey Lance. I need ya help. I need to know about Jericho and Stampede.” *********** It took some persuading, but I finally convince Lance Storm to confide in me about Chris. These guys were pretty close a while back and I know Jericho treats Lance better than just about anyone other than the Boyos. When I explain the whole situation to Storm, he goes red at some parts but finishes up pretty pale. He gets up from the couch and walks to the window. I give him a minute, ‘cos I got hours. He turns back to me, takes big gulp of beer and asks, “Do you really CARE about him?” I snort, “Why the fuck do ya think I’m here Lance? ‘Course I damn well care. I love the bastard but I don’t know what’s wrong!!!” Lance thinks that one over. “This never leaves this room because I swore to myself I wouldn’t tell stories about him to anyone, understand?” “I’m not here to gossip, I want to know why?” I’m almost begging now. Lance relents. “It was in Stampede. The people responsible don’t matter, what is important is that Chris was the brightest star rising in that company I think there ever was. We trained together and joined about the same time. We had a blast. Chris was wild, in and out of the ring he caused mayhem. I was along for the ride and it was hilarious.” Amusement laces Lance’s voice, but I know where he is going won’t be funny. “You can imagine Chris on fire, all that charisma turned up to the max. Making us all adore him just like that. Making us want to be with him, party with him and have a ball.” Storm sighs. “Then there was Sym. 19 years old, 6’6’’ built like Dwayne, dark too and thick as a plank. Think of Booker with less brains and more hair. One of the ‘prospects’ from Alberta, but he could actually remember moves and bump like a champion. Nice kid.” Lance’s expression becomes introspective, then wry. “Oh, did I mention he adored a certain blonde loud-mouth we all know? Followed him around like a fuckin’ puppy, makes the Boyos look cold in comparison. And Chris was just too bloody soft to shut Sym down. Ha…” Lance shakes his head. “Chris soft. Hard to believe.” “One night, after a show, we went to a club. Damn Austin, Jericho was just...I’d say hypnotizing, but that implies he does it deliberately, he doesn’t. Chris just...well…you know what he looks like and he was in a good mood so we were all in one too. I called it an early night because of a bad shoulder, but had trouble sleeping. About 3am I’m coming back from a drug store and I find Chris in the hall near my room. He was naked ‘cept for a sheet and could barely stand.” Lance’s face is like stone now. “Seems Sym decided to make his play while Chris was relaxed and drunk off his head. He managed to get Chris stripped and wouldn’t take no for an answer. So he got rough. Like I said Sym was built and fuck that kid was strong.” The only reason I’m not being sick or killin’ someone is because I know there is more and I’m not moving till I have it all. “Luckily, I guess, Chris wasn’t as drunk as he’d hoped. I think Jericho broke Sym’s arm and maybe his jaw before he managed to get to the door.” The nausea recedes slightly as it means the asshole wasn’t successful. “When I found him, he was half out of his mind. Sym wasn’t as dumb as he appeared and had drugged Chris’ drinks to make him more pliable. I cleaned him up and checked us out of the hotel. We drove for three hours till Jericho let me take him to a hospital.” Lance turns away from me again and sits on the end of the bed staring into his beer. “I got a call about dawn. The police had scraped Sym off the front of a Mack truck. My guess is he tried to find Chris, stole a car and tore onto the interstate at about 200miles an hour. “The hospital kept Jericho overnight, because of a dislocated shoulder and cracked ribs. When he was released I took him back to my hotel and left to get some ice. When I got back...” Lance raises his head to look me in the eye for the first time since he began...”he had smashed the mirror in the bathroom and ripped through both wrists with it.” I close my eyes against Lance’s words, but they continue relentlessly. “He’d also cut his face from cheekbone to jaw. I think…I think he did his wrists first because the cuts to his face weren’t as deep, they didn’t scar.” I thought of the tape Jericho always wears on his wrists and wonder at the scars inflicted by Goldberg’s wire. “This time they wouldn’t release him to me so I called his mother. She...” Storm swallows hard, “I don’t know what she said but a week later they released him and she asked me to take him out of the country. The next morning I ended our contracts with Stampede and booked us on a tour of Japan. He’s been like this...well...cold...ever since. I don’t blame him.” It’s my turn to stand and walk to the window. Staring numbly into the night I wonder if I can ever make the world right for Chris. I wonder if he’ll let me. “About six months after it happened Chris and I were out drinking. A couple of guys tried to pick Jericho up…the look in his eyes. Austin I thought he was gonna kill them. I dragged him out of the place and got him drunk in my hotel room on whiskey. It’s the only alcohol he trusts because any drug would taint the taste he says. When he was pissed he told me what that stupid bastard in Canada had done.” Lance’s sigh is deep and long. “All the while he was stripping him, touching and kissing, getting rough and trying to...” Storm chokes and clears his throat. “Sym kept telling Chris how beautiful he was, how pretty. That he was made for fucking and that he was begging for it every time he moved. Sym thought he was seducing him.” Lance shook his head in remembered despair. “The kid told him he loved him, that he adored him. He tried to rape him because he thought he was in love.” Finally Storm falls silent. Cut his face from cheekbone to jaw. The only sound is Lance’s alarm clock ticking on the bed stand. Looking typically fuckable as always Angel. It’s an old-fashioned clock that actually ticks. The poison that is me. Tick, tick, tick, tick. So. Now I know. Part 16 I stay away from him for another two days. I’m watching him, planning my moment, knowin’ I’ll have one chance if I’m lucky and I better not waste it. After a Raw taping I stand outside his dressing room, rolling my shoulders to relax them. I feel like I’m going into the match of my life, maybe I am. If I loose this, I loose him, and that’s everything. Knowing he won’t let me in if I knock I grab the handle and, praying it isn’t locked, throw open the door. Ignoring his startled hiss I turn and lock the door behind me. “Get the fuck out Austin, I’m sick of the sight of you.” I see beyond the harsh words now to the intent. Get away from me for your own good. “Not a chance Darlin’” His surprise at the endearment is obvious, but only for a split second before icy disdain takes him. He turns from me and resumes packing. “Get out Austin. You bore me.” Yeah, sure I do. That’s why you’re doing your damndest to get me away from you. “It’s not gonna work Babe. I’m not leaving till I’ve had my say.” I walk over to him, letting my gaze travel down the curve of his spine, so clear through the black shiny shirt. Sensing my proximity my love moves out of range, backing towards the wall next to the door. Ah-hah. He is affected by my closeness. Right now I’ll take any weapon I can get. “Fine. Whatever. Piss and moan about yourself for the millionth time then Get. The Fuck. Out.” Each word is loaded with icy anger. Water off a duck Darlin’. I take a deep breath. “All I gotta say is this. You were right. We were a terrible couple and I’m glad you ended it.” I’m watching him closely so I catch the split-second of surprise and pain as it flicks across his face. That more than anything reassures me I going in the right direction. “Good, now Fu...” I interrupt. “Not finished so shut up.” I glare hotly into his frozen eyes and see the despair hidden beneath the surface. I can’t believe I couldn’t see it before. “I mean really, why the fuck should I waste my time with you? Huh?” His head snaps up at this like I just hit him. Mentally stomping on the regret that rises in me I continue on. “I gotta give it to ya Babe your sure are one hell of a looker but that’s worth only so much huh?” I keep my eyes glued to his as I rip into him like I never would’ve risked before. Disdain fills those gorgeous sapphire eyes and Chris smiles, a terrible twisted smile. “Good thing you’ve finally realized it.” His agreement is pure sarcasm. “Oh yeah. Definitely good for me. Now I don’t have to deal with all your shit I can have a nice normal life right? Not some melodramatic fucked-up version of reality out of a fuckin’ movie. Right?” He’s dead white now staring at me like he doesn’t know who I am. “I mean every time ya get within five fuckin’ feet of someone they wanna kick your ass or fuck it.” And damn me if it isn’t true. “I know which side I was on. ‘Cos that’s all a guy like me would be interested in right? A pretty face, a nice ass? You don’t really got much else to grab a guy like me right? Nothing worthwhile apart from ya looks.” There! The ice is gone, replaced by something close to pain. “Charming Aus…” “SHUT UP!” I pretty much snarl at this point. Stay in control. “Ya can’t even help those dumb kids you like to watch over. Didn’t keep Jeff safe from them bastards did ya?” I have to do this, I have to, I have to. The expression in Chris’ eyes is terrible. Such agony. “Everyone knows the best thing you were made for right?” “Enough, go.” His voice is too controlled, his face could be cut from marble. “But all that attitude and god dammed moodiness annoys the shit outta me. I had a ball checking you out Babe, but the real you, well. I find I like the outside packaging a bit more than the delivery inside.” There’s no stopping now. “Sure you’re skin’s so smooth and soft it’s sooo touchable that I couldn’t help myself from wanting to caress it and your hair. Like spun-gold and so silky. It felt like I was stroking a cat when I tangled my fingers in it.” “Be quiet.” Barely a whisper. “Yeah, your voice. Very sexy that. The roughness ya get when ya yelling or excited. When I used to touch ya I’d hear that note and know you liked it Babe, am I right?” I don’t wait for an answer. “It’s obvious why anyone would want ya Darlin’. You move so well, you look so good. But the best part of ya, the only part worth anything really, well that’s gotta be your face Honey.” I take a step closer. Only a few feet separate us now. Not close enough to touch but I can hear his ragged breathing. He’s turned that beloved face from me now, lids lowered in pain, lashes resting on high cheekbones. “Please be quiet.” A broken whisper. Be strong. I command myself. “But why Darlin’. What do ya care what I say?” No response. “So where was I? Yeah ya face. I think that’s ya best feature, obviously. Those lips that make a man or woman crazy just to taste ‘em, yer skin so soft, that cute little dimple ya get when ya really laugh out loud. Well and then there’s ya eyes. What fuckin’ colour are they anyway? Blue just isn’t enough. Sapphire is the closest I can get. Like my Mom’s engagement ring, pure deep Sapphire. I could gaze into them forever.” I’m almost touching him now. My hands on my hips, our bodies mere inches apart. I stare down into his averted face. “Please…” not even a whisper, just his mouth forming the word. I continue on relentlessly. “With that hair, that face and that body you are to die for Sweetheart, no question about it. Made to be adored, made to be loved, made to be fucked. Goldberg knew, didn’t he?” A sound, almost like a sob reaches my ears. My heart is clenching like a vice. I ignore it. “’cos that’s all I wanted really. Just to fuck that glorious body. I mean, with all this to enjoy why would I care about the rest of ya?” His eyes fly open and at long last I’m in. Past all the ice, the attitude and the pain. Ok this is it. Now or never. “I wouldn’t want to hear ya laugh at one of my stupid jokes. Wouldn’t want to see ya being all protective around the Boyos when some dumbass thinks he can make a name for himself on one of their backs. I couldn’t possibly want to hear about ya work in Japan and WCW or meet ya Mom and see pictures of ya as a kid. Wouldn’t want to know why ya hate Cauliflower but eat Broccoli when they are exactly the fuckin’ same. Wouldn’t want to watch ya play with the kids when they visit and hear them squeal ‘cos Chrissy has some insane idea to cause trouble. Wouldn’t want to watch ya loose yourself in that damn music when ya think no-ones looking and wonder at the power it has over ya. Wouldn’t want to watch ya grow old and see that sparkle in yer eyes at sixty when we’ll sit out back and tell all the new Boyos how it was in our heyday. I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life telling ya I adore ya and thanking any fuckin’ god there is that ya feel half as much for me as I feel for you.” I pause and take a deep breath. “ It’s not like there is much beneath the surface really is there? When the package is so distracting why would I even bother to look?” I finish with all my heart it my eyes. God dammit Love, believe me please. Nothing. No response. Moments pass. I turn from that agonized face and reach out an unsteady hand to turn the lock. “Why…..” I look back. Chris’ face is turned towards me, his head tilted back to rest on the wall. As I stare a single tear slips from those fair lashes and runs from his cheekbone into his hair. “Why would you bother?” His tone is uncertain, truly curious. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. I’m so desperate to have him back. “Because yer worth loving. Because when Sym hurt ya he made ya hate yerself and that was the worst crime he could of committed. Because it wasn’t something ya did. It was him, not you, that made it happen. Because despite being hurt so bad, ya stayed in this business and became great. Because I want to be in yer life and have ya in mine. Because I love ya Chris. Because I love YOU Chris. Because I love YOU. I love you….” His arms wrap around my middle. His face buries itself in my neck. Oh God. Please be real. The muffled sounds tear at my heart. I wrap myself around my love, holding him too tightly for comfort but we don’t care. We need this. “She made me promise. I kept my word. But it was too much to think I would destroy you as well.” Chris mumbles faintly into my neck. “You could do so much better Austin.” “Yeah right. Not possible Darlin’” I’m confident of that now, more than ever. I can guess who She was. I stay still, breathing deeply of his rare tears, hoping I’ll not see them again for a very long time. “Do you forgive me?” He pulls back, tossing his hair out of his eyes like the lion he so reminds people of. The rain-drenched eyes meet mine pleadingly. He feels everything so deeply I realize stunned. Of course you need defenses when you are so vulnerable to your emotions. The tragedy was that he turned his passion inwards, into self-hate and nearly destroyed himself with it. “Maybe,” my lips curl into a seductive smirk as his eyes widen in surprise. “But you’ll have to make it up to me.” Now that he’s back I’m taking advantage for all I’m worth. The surprised sapphire eyes become calculating in an instant. “Oh yes. That seems fair.” His smile is so much sexier than I’ve ever witnessed, my temperature just shot up into the hundreds. “Hold that thought.” I command as I grab his bag in one hand and his bicep in the other. I take us out of the hallway at record speed, the sound of Chris’ laughter surrounding me. At long last, I’ve won. Chapter 17 I really, really love my truck. Not as much as I love Chris, but it’s pretty high on my list of things I care about. I’m pretty fuckin’ in love with my truck right know as I lean against the driver door with Chris Jericho on his knees in front of me. He’s nuzzling at my crotch like a cat, hot breath reaching skin through the fly of my jeans and if it weren’t for my truck I’d be flat on my back in the car park of the hotel. The warm metal of the door contrasts with the cold air around us….. Shhhhiiiittt!!! He just unzipped me with his teeth!! Oh baby. He’s wrapping his tongue around the button and I know as soon as he gets it open there’s gonna be no stopping me. Chris. Blowjob. Car park. Car park? After winning a Herculean battle of mind over dick, I reach down and haul Chris back up by the shoulders. His eyes are wicked and knowing. “What?” the mockery is plain. “In a bed Darlin’.” I grit out as I carefully zip up and head to the lifts. Jericho slides into the small space and grins. “Or at least a couch?” The tempting little bastard moves his lips near my ear. I stare resolutely at the no. 5 button. “Up against the door?” Warm breath in my ear shoots straight to my cock. Ping. Hallway. Door. Card key. Open. I know I’ve crapped on about how fast Chris is, but I’m not exactly dead either. “Ooomph.” Did I mention I love that he’s shorter than me? Held hard against the hotel room door, toes about 4 inches off the ground, he’s kinda squirming to regain some balance. I angle my hips between long legs and take his weight on my groin, sliding my hands under that soon to be fucked ass, holding him in place. My hard-on making small talk with an equally interested partner. “You are a cock tease.” I growl into his neck, gently thrusting into the apex of his thighs. Chris moans, writhing in my grip, lips press to my ear. “Says the sonofabitch dry humping me against a door,” his breath is hot and ticklish. I let him slide down slightly till his toes touch the floor, keeping the connection at our groins tight. I mention I love trapping him against solid objects? Walls, doors…it’s all good. Separating our chests by only an inch, Chris pulls my t-shirt over my head. Cool hands. Hot skin. Oh yeah. My head snaps longingly to the bed, then back to the blonde minx tickling my nipples with his tongue. Bed. With sheets and pillows. Lube in the bed stand and a headboard for Chris to hold onto. Door. Trapped Chris. My cock pressing against his. Seems ready to go for it right now. I tangle my fists into honey blond silk and pull backwards till the pleasure shooting from my chest to my groin stops. I focus intently on the wood grain in the door for three seconds and then begin to breathe. Slowly. In, out. In, out. In, out…? Don’t think that!! Bringing my gaze back to Chris’ upturned face, I smile to remove the worry beginning to colour the blue. “Bed.” Fuck. Back to one syllable. Well, you try to form coherent sentences with an arm full of gorgeous. Keeping my arm around Chris’ waist I demonstrate a previously unknown ability to dance as I waltz us towards the bed. The look in my baby’s eyes is hilarious as he tries to come to terms with my skills. “What are you trying to do?” he asks. Bastard. “Dancing ya little shit.” I say bitterly. “I was bein’ romantic.” I so love to see laughter in his eyes. “Oh, sorry.” He isn’t ya know. “Go right ahead. Don’t let me interrupt.” His smile’s so beautiful I’m gonna fall in love all over again. In instant response to this sappy feeling, I grab two shoulders and shove. I may not be 6’10’ but I know how to get a guy where I want him. Does this cute little bounce on the bed as he lands too. I toe off my sneakers and unbuckle my belt, eyeing the delectable body, currently stretching like a big ole pussycat on the covers. He’s just watching me now. Making no move to remove his gear or touch me. Just watching me move, like he’s indulging in somethin’ he never let himself do before. I relish that look. Knowin’ it’s all for me and me alone. He ain’t let himself love anyone else but me. Me. My damaged, fallen, golden angel. Yeah..MY Angel. Never his. God, I’m gonna blush in a second. I reach out a hand, he IS real, and grab hold of an ankle, dragging him slightly towards the edge of the bed, I get to work on his boot. “I dreamed this once.” Chris comments. His eyes have never left my face. “That you were here, touching me like this.” Blue eyes cloud momentarily. “But it was a dream.” “I ain’t no dream Doll,” I intend to prove that in spades, as soon as I get his FUCKIN’ shoes off! Triumphantly I finish unlacing his second boot and toss it over my shoulder, smiling rakishly at my victim. The room suddenly becomes a lot darker. Damn. “You do have a hatred of hotel rooms don’t you?” I can make out Chris’ grin in the glow from the window. “That was the light wasn’t it?” I don’t wanna take my eyes off him. Chris wriggles closer to the edge of the bed. Hands reaching up to grab my ass. “That light had it coming.” He soothes. Sliding my palms along the strong planes of Chris’ chest I fist the edges of the see-through black shirt and pull Jericho up till we’re nose to nose. “Smart ass.” I grin then plant another kiss. He squirms a bit then long fingers are undoin’ my fly and trying to remove my shorts. “Good luck Love.” I murmur between kisses. I toss his shirt onto the floor careful not to wreck any other furniture. ‘Cept the bed. “Fuck!” Chris cussin’ is a definite turn on. “Austin, do you…oomph…paint these on?” “I thought you liked my tight shorts?” I tease then groan as he finally releases my straining cock from its prison. “I do. They leave very little to the imagination.” More swearing. He’s got ‘em to my knees now, which is better than I can do after 10 seconds. Talented fingers. “You been imaginin’?” I ask, planning my next assault as the shorts hit my feet. “Oh yes.” He breathes, sapphire orbs locked onto my cock. That note, that sexy husky tone he just used, banishes all playfulness from my mind. Right here, right now, I have Chris. Without pause, my hands go to the buttons on Chris’ pants and I wrench the vinyl down and off with one strong pull. Now he’s lying before me like an offering. A temple all of my own to worship. Smooth golden skin, strong muscle, warm breath and honey hair. Chris. Leaning down I slowly trail a spiraling pattern up one long leg with my tongue, till I reach the junction where the skin dips in just before his hipbone. Silky skin against my tongue, solid muscle lying directly underneath. I nibble a bit, like I’m tasting a new dish. Snort. Certainly a dish at that. I lick some more and am rewarded with an erotic moan of pleasure. I continue upwards, hands pressing undulating hips into the bed when I reach the defined muscle of Chris’s groin. Ya’ll saw those really low vinyl pants he wore with the matching shirt? I nearly came in my jeans when I saw that outfit. Can think of a better place to come right now though. Chris is twisting beneath me, eyes closed, a blissful expression on that amazing face, his head resting in the crook of one arm. His fingers are digging into my hips as I slowly curl my hand around his beautiful, hard cock. Mmmmm. Let’s see if I can get that little noise again. There, yeah Honey. That’s right, I gotcha now. I can feel the pleasure building along my nerves now, a hot heavy pressure between my legs that’s soon gonna take me over. Reaching out to the bed stand I snag the bottle of oil I got weeks ago and pop the cap. The small sound causes my lover to open dazed sapphire eyes. Eyes that widen and fill with glory as I gently sink one finger deep into his body. His face. Oh god. I could come just from looking at the expression on that achingly perfect face. So hot. Tight. How could I think he was cold? I can hear the freaky feral growl start in me as I work a second finger into that tight, hot little hole. “Austin..love...” the low luscious whisper nearly kills me. “Please…”…nearly just.. “Austin please…baby...please,”..begging me.. “…please baby.…oh god….please….Steve!” My name. I don’t even recognize the possessive roar that comes from me as I hold his lean hips in place in what I know is gonna be a bruising grip and sink into Chris’ burning body. Heaven. I was right. I rock in, deeper and deeper, growling in satisfaction as I am finally, finally, fully sheathed within that clinging channel. Oh Jesus! Chris is moving his hips, rolling himself further down onto me. Hooking my arm under his bent knee, I lift a long golden leg and twist my hips in a deep grinding thrust that nearly lifts us both off the mattress. “Yes.” Like he’s won something. “Just like that Love.” I agree. “More.” Yep. “Now.” Thrust. “Bossy.” Thrust. “Little”. Thrust. “Thing”. Thrust. That I can talk is a miracle. Arms flung back, bracing his body against the headboard, Chris meets my thrusts eagerly. Hot, spicy breath brushes my mouth as I leaned down to taste Chris’ parted lips, dipping my tongue into the sweet wetness within, growling again as my love retaliates with equal passion. We move together into perfection. Building, rising, pounding harder and faster. I shift angles, pistoning my cock in and out of Chris’ body, jolting the bed with the strength of our strokes. I can feel the pressure inside of me, low in my stomach, my thighs. The white heat, the fierce pleasure. I can still hear my own voice, hoarse and growling. It twists with Chris’ moans and demands. A tangle of sounds that mirror the tangle of our bodies. Our minds. Leaning down I curl my arm under the small of Chris’ back, lifting his hips off the bed, controlling the position so I can watch his face as he comes. His voice husky, words barely formed. Sapphire eyes glazed and wild, inhuman with intense pleasure, head fallen back to the pillow in a tangle of honey fire. Nearly. There. Chris’ back arches, fingernails dig into the wooden headboard. Exquisite. With a guttural roar I pour my release deep into that slick channel, my cock pulsing endlessly as I yell my beloved’s name. My eyes fixed on him. ****** I think I’m dead. I’m collapsed across Chris, sprawled like a big Texan blanket. His heartbeat is at about 150mph but slowly decelerating. Lazily I nuzzle at his neck, tasting sweat and skin. Then I lift up slightly, resting my forearms on either side of his Chris’ head and watch him come back down to earth. Big sigh. Small little frown and then eyes flutter and open. Like he’s waking from a dream. Still deeply embedded in his body, I rock forward slightly. “I’m real Darlin’,” I whisper, eyes locked onto his. Chris retaliates with a slight clenching of muscles that sends my eyeballs rolling back into my skull. “So I see,” he whispers back. Contented smile beginning to brighten his lovely face. “Ahh, yep,” I try to refocus. “An’ I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.” It’s a lifetime, but fuck it all. I mean it. Jericho’s smile could shame the sun. “I’ll hold you to that.” He promises. With a surge he rolls us over changing positions so he’s straddling me. My hands automatically grope the round globes of his ass as he begins to slowly start up the band. “Want to prove it to me?” He asks, hair a halo, eyes wicked, smile like sin. Fallen angel indeed. “Every single day Darlin.” I vow. Just lust? Well, a hell of a lot more than that. It’s also a heap of other stuff that’s going take us our whole lives to enjoy. Can’t wait. I’ve discovered somethin’ else though, as I watch my golden Chris writhe and moan. Sometimes, when ya get a taste of what you’ve been wanting, ya just crave it all the more. ***** Epilogue “My truck.” a soft chuckle “If you like.” “The hood of my truck.” snort. “You’ll have to let the tires down.” “We’ll manage.” “Ah the romance of a man and his truck.” snigger. “I wanna nail ya on Vince’s desk, how that for romantic?” muffled groan ******** “With that viking helmet ya wore when the kids were around.” “That’s just weird. And almost perverse.” “No it isn’t. I wanted to fuck ya right then and there.” “Ok, damn I know I’ll regret this…why?” “Ya looked very sexy. Like Thor.” hysterical laughter “Remind me to pinch Paul’s hammer.” full body contact “I got a hammer right here Darlin’.” gasp “You certainly have.” prolonged movement “Damn ya look so fuckin’ beautiful when yer ridin’ me.” bedsprings getting a workout “View’s pretty good from here too Babe.” growl “Oh god yeah. Yeah. That’s it, right there. ” “Love you, love you, love you….” mutual cries “Never lettin’ ya go Darlin’.” “Don’t wanna go.” snore “Rattlesnake? More like a big Labrador.” snuggle down purr ******** “So, your turn Darlin’.” “Hmmm. I just had my turn don’t you think?” “C’mon.” rustle of sheets “Tell.” gurgle of laughter “No. Stop it.” “Yer ticklish? Oh baby….” mayhem and violence “If you ever….I’m going to….kill…..fucking…..dead….” “Yeah, yeah, ya’ll kick my ass all over the bedroom. Bring it on Blondy.” a small movement. “Agghhh. Fuck that fuckin’ hurts...” “Bring it on Baldy.” ******** “Ya gotta give me one at least. I got hundreds.” choke “Hundreds?” “Well whenever I look at ya…” “I get the idea……I love the idea by the way.” “Good.” restful quiet “I want to know if you can hold an open can of beer in each hand while I suck you off.” stunned silence “I’ll give it my best shot.” “I thought you might.” ******** “So Darlin’?” “Hmmmmm?” “Where are yer glasses?” sleepy blinking “My what?” finis ****

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