"Loving You"
By Raising Kane
Disclaimer: I'd love to own them both. Oh the fun I could have! Unfortunately it's never gonna happen. I imply nothing about the sexual orientation, religious beliefs, etc. of any of the characters. This is simply a work of fiction produced by my twisted and adventurous mind.
Distribution: If you really want it... just ask first please.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Edge (Adam Copeland), ?
Mentions of: Christian (Jay/Jason Reso), David Bautista, Hunter (Paul Levesque), HBK (Shawn), Undertaker (Mark Calloway)
Content: M/M Relationships, sap, angst, sex
Notes: My mind absolutely refuses to let me call him Edge, except in the wrestling setting. So he's eternally Adam otherwise. In my pretty little world, none of the guys are married unless so noted. It's fiction; I'm allowed to do that. :D
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Ever find yourself really nervous about seeing someone? Just thinking about that one person can tie you up in knots. That was me last night. You’d think that after performing weekly in front of thousands, a little thing like picking one of my best friends up from the airport would be a cakewalk. It actually wouldn’t be a problem, if it were any friend except him. You know the one who doesn't know I’m in love with him. The one I desperately want to be my own. The one I hope won’t hate me after this weekend. I’m determined to show him how I feel. Last night was a good start. The problem is I woke up and he was gone. I guess I'll have to wait until I see him again and then see if he hits me, kisses me, or ignores what happened last night. Let me fill you in on what's happened up to this point. **** I had to pick him up from the airport. He should have been here for the rehearsal supper, but thanks to Vince, he had promotional appearances he couldn’t get out of. Jay and Dave asked me to pick him up. Not that I wouldn’t have anyway. He may have gotten out of the supper, but there’s no way I was going to miss celebrating his birthday with him. I said my good-byes to the happy couple and Jay winked at me as I left. I walked out to the car and as I started the drive across town, I decided that this was all Jay’s fault. Well, it’s his fault in the sense that he is getting married. It doesn’t make much sense, I know. Let me explain. Jay and I have always been close. We grew up together after all. Jay invited him to hang out with us a lot. Eventually we were like the three musketeers. After my return from my neck surgery, we were all excited to be on the same show. The three of us became inseparable, and our friends laughingly dubbed us the Blonde Canadian Bombshells. Even though we both knew that Jay had dated a few guys, it surprised us when he told us that Dave had asked him out. There's an odd couple if you ever saw one. They are both so quiet I'm surprised that they ever got together. It didn’t take long to notice how happy Dave made Jay, and next thing we knew they had announced their engagement. We immediately began planning their bachelor party, just like best friends should. That’s where the problem started. Until that night, I’d never looked at him as anything except a friend. As I drove closer to the airport, my mind wandered to the night, a week ago, which was responsible for the changes in our friendship. I know so much about him. I know his eyes are blue and he eats enough to feed a small army. I know that he has a huge ego, but he also has a kind and giving heart. I know his favorite color, what kind of car he drives, what he likes for breakfast, and how he looks when he wakes up in the morning. I know all his little quirks. It’s the things I didn’t know about him that were going to be my downfall.
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We had picked a discreet random nightspot for the bachelor party. Lord knows we didn’t need any trouble with publicity. Vince would have a fit if it came out that two of his popular male stars were marrying each other. Gotta uphold that straight image for the fangirls, ya know. Personally I think more than half of them would be thrilled to find out the truth. What? You think we don't know about those wild stories written about us? We had decided to throw a joint party for Dave and Jay with some help from Dave’s friends. There were about 30 of us from the roster that showed up to party the night away in honor of the demise of Jay and Dave’s single lives. Everyone was hitting the sauce pretty hard that night. I'm really surprised that no one ended up in jail that night. Dave is a really nice guy, but some of his friends are really annoying. We had all consumed at least a couple of drinks before the trouble hit. We were dancing in groups of four or five. The next thing I knew the DJ put on a slow song. Jay and Dave were dancing together. Most of the guys decided to sit that one out. Shawn and Mark were out there too, but when they end up in the same city you can't pry them apart with a crowbar. Jay started teasing all of us, saying we were no fun at all. By this time the alcohol had inhibited my reservations a bit, so to show Jay up, I asked him to dance with me. He groaned and said he couldn't dance to that kind of shit. Then he saw Hunter headed our way. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me across the room. I knew he and Hunter had a past and I guess he'd rather not have to deal with him now, but he's never really talked about it. We started to dance and despite what he had said, I considered him a great dance partner. I'd also started to notice things about him that I'd never noticed before. Kinda funny how that happens, isn't it? You are going along just fine and then your mind says "Hello! I'm going to fuck up everything you think you know about yourself." So there we are dancing and all of a sudden I noticed the way his shirt slid over his chest as we swayed to the music. I could feel the heat from his body even though we were a "safe" distance apart. An enthusiastic couple behind us bumped into him, causing him to brush against the front of my body. I looked into his eyes and caught my breath as my body responded to the brief contact. I could feel the tightening in my chest and a warm tingling in my stomach. We touched each other all the time at work. I couldn’t figure out why touching him like that was affecting me that way. I’d admitted to myself that I had found certain guys attractive before, even him. Hell who wouldn’t find him attractive? He is a sexy beast after all. Even so I’d never felt desire for him, the way I had in that moment. He seemed to be brushing up against me more and more. I was hit with a flashback of "Dirty Dancing" and wondered why he thought he wasn't any good at this. I was going to have a hard time, pun intended, disguising my reaction to him. Dancing with him had turned out to be a very bad idea. "I need…a drink." Damned if I didn't sound like a squeaky 13-year-old. You only go through puberty once, right? He raised his eyebrows as if to question if a drink was really what I needed. I couldn't decide if he was flirting with me or if he was really confused about my sudden need to leave the dance floor. As we turned to walk back to the table his hand rested gently at my waist as he guided me through the crowd. The length of his arm across my back was like a branding iron. I needed to get myself under control before I did something stupid, like ripping his clothes off and dragging him underneath the table with me. As we slid into our booth, I took a quick swallow of my drink. I thanked him for dancing with me. He asked if I was feeling better and as I turned to answer him my lips brushed against his mouth. I froze for a second, stunned that he had been that close to me. As I was going to pull away, I felt his tongue brush against my tingling lips. I parted them slightly allowing him to slip his tongue between them. With our mouths the only point of contact, the kiss deepened. I turned towards him to get closer to his warm questing tongue. His hand slipped into my hair to hold me still for his exploration. My hands dropped tentatively against his chest knowing I shouldn't touch him. I should have pushed him away, but I wasn't thinking of anything but his mouth on mine. The warmth of his lips, the wetness of his tongue, the hungry thrusts as his tongue searched for mine pushed all thoughts from my head except to be closer to him. I'm not sure what might have happened if the hooting and hollering of our friends hadn’t brought us to our senses. We pulled away from each other quickly and he stood up and bowed to the group. As they turned away and went back to their drunken pursuits, he noticed that I wasn't looking at him at all. He put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him with a wary look in my eye. "It was just a kiss. No big deal, right?" He said softly to me with a shy smile. Who knew the King of the World could even look shy? Certainly not me. "Right. No big deal." I smiled at him. Inside I was thinking that it was a big deal, a very big deal. We were adults. We could manage this without giving into temptation. That's when the old mind decided to fuck with me again. My mind said we could manage it as long as we didn't touch each other again for the rest of our natural lives. I also knew there was no way that would happen, due to the nature of our jobs. My next logical thought was that the only reason it had happened was because we were drunk. My mind liked that idea. So I finally get my mind to agree with me, and you know what happens next? You got it. That other nasty little organ we all have, you know, the heart, decides to throw in it's two cents worth. "You're not drunk. You want him and you can't deny it, because I won't let you." Great! Can you smell the sarcasm? I was so fucked. Yep, you guessed it. My downfall. I never imagined his lips being that soft or tasting so sweet. The feeling of his fingers tunneling through my hair and stroking my scalp. Those rippling muscles in his chest as my hands molded against them. Feeling the racing beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. The quiet sexy sounds that had slipped from him and knowing I was the reason he was making them. That sweet shy smile he gave me. We were already best friends. Add in a healthy dose of extreme lust and I’ll be damned if my traitorous mind didn’t decide to agree with what my heart already knew. I was in love with him. Hopelessly, forever in love with one of my best friends.
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I argued with myself about it. With our schedules, we weren’t due to see each other again for a full week. For three days I dwelled on the situation. Even if I’d decided I was in love with him, I wasn’t sure I should tell him. I’d rather keep him as a friend than have him feel weird around me if it was just a bit of momentary drunken lust to him. I decided I needed to talk to someone about it. So, of course, I went to Jay. After three hours of arguing each point, he convinced me that I needed to tell him and let him decide for himself. So we came up with the plan for last night. It worked. **** I managed to pull myself together when I reached the airport. As I crossed the terminal and headed towards the gate, I noticed my legs weren't quite steady beneath me. Again, the thoughts crossed my mind. Was I doing the right thing by meeting him, or was this something better left undone? I stood pondering my decision, while I stared at the floor. Leaning against the warm wall, I closed my eyes. My thoughts warred within me. Should I stay or go? Before I could make up my mind, I heard the sounds of passengers that were leaving the plane. I turned away from the door to the gate hoping for clarity in that one final instant. Steps echoed off the floor. They stopped directly behind me. I didn’t have any more time to think as a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind, squeezing me gently in an embrace. A soft squeak escaped my lips as his arms tightened around me and lifted me slightly off the ground. "Hi Adam." I heard the chuckle in his voice, but was distracted by his hard body pressed against the back of mine. I slowly released the breath I'd been holding. The sound seemed to break the spell my mind was under. He released me from his arms and I turned to face him for the first time since that night. "Hi Chris." I quickly scanned the area for fans and saw that no one was paying us a bit of attention. He pulled me into another hug. The light in his eyes made my heart beat just a little bit faster. "No more he-man tactics." I laughed softly as I returned the embrace. "Would I do that?" "Hell yes you would." We both laughed. "Okay, I'll try to behave myself." He attempted a serious look, which made me laugh harder. "Impossible, but you try it. Come on, let's go. It’s party night." I looked at Chris briefly, admiring how his jeans fit him like a second skin. The blue sweater he wore under his coat was a perfect match for his eyes. "I need to change first though. I'm way overdressed to help you celebrate your birthday." I winked at him as I turned to walk towards the luggage claim. We ran into a couple of fans, signed a couple of autographs. Luckily we found his bags quickly. During the ride to the hotel, I told him all about the rehearsal dinner. Luckily Jay and Dave didn’t expect to see us until just before the wedding. After all, we had a birthday to celebrate. He walked with me to my room. A small sound of appreciation spilled from his lips as the warm air hit his face. It was rather cool for this time of year and thankfully the heater worked in this hotel. As I opened drawers of the dresser looking for something else to wear, I noticed him sit on one of the queen size beds and pick up the remote control. He quickly found a sports station to occupy him while I was changing. I heard the sounds of the hockey game and smiled. Typical Canadian male. I took the black leather pants and my silk shirt into the bathroom to change. The suit, while not bad, wasn't the look I was going for. Besides, I know he has a thing for leather. I stripped off the suit and my dress shoes. I slipped on the emerald silk shirt and noticed how it hugged my chest, emphasizing my pecs. I left the top three buttons open, the gold chain around my neck winked from between the folds. The leather pants I slipped on looked as if I had poured myself into them, molded to the curves of my hips and thighs. I took a minute to comb my hair. I slipped on a pair of black socks and walked out of the bathroom. He was still absorbed in the hockey game, or so I thought. I bent over to pick up my boots from beside the dresser. I carried the boots over to the bed and sat down beside him as I put them on. The silver buckles on the side of the boots reflected the overhead lights. We sat quietly watching the game for a minute before I noticed his eyes on me rather than the game. "Nice shirt." he said with a smile. It took everything in me not to react when he licked his lips slowly. "It was either this or the "born to ride" shirt that Mark gave me for my birthday." I said with a small laugh. Laugh? Read that as giggled. I giggled. Someone slap me, please? I pulled the shirt from the dresser drawer and showed it to him. "Born to ride?" he asked with a chuckle as he read the words on the T-shirt. "I'm going to assume that means the motorcycle pictured below?" "Motorcycles or stallions." I laughed softly in reply. "I love the feeling of something so solid and powerful between my thighs." I winked at him. Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? Why don't I just strip, lay down on the bed, and beg him to take me. Getting out of the hotel room seemed prudent. "Are we ready?" "I'm always ready." His lips settled into a wicked smile. "Shall we?" "Of course." We both stood as he turned off the television and tossed the remote on the bed. He offered to drive to the restaurant. I grabbed my leather jacket and followed him from the room. During the short drive, I thought, yet again, about putting the whole thing off for awhile. Thought that I would be able to spend time with him and not spend the whole night wondering how nice it would be to have him slamming himself deep inside of me. Excuse me? When did I come to the conclusion that I wanted to be the bottom in this relationship? The restaurant was great and I relaxed considerably during the meal. Of course the three glasses of wine I drank with the meal had nothing to do with that. Oh boy. I watched entranced as he licked his lips to clean off a bit of sauce from his food. Visuals of the two of us locked in a passionate embrace had danced through my head. I finally decided I had to take the chance. I needed to at least let him know how I feel. If he couldn't feel the same way, I hoped I could at least keep him as a friend. I'd decided to make my move. "Let's pick up something to drink and head back to the hotel. I've got a surprise for you." I said in a joking tone. I knew what he was thinking, but I really did have a surprise for him and I wanted to make sure I gave it to him. He looked a bit skeptical, but we paid for our tab and headed back to the hotel.
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We stopped to pick up some wine at a convenience store. When we got back to my room, he flipped the television on and found another hockey game. He settled back against the headboard with a pillow behind his back and said he was ready for his surprise. I had laughed as I crossed the room to pick up a box from the table. I told him to close his eyes for a minute. While I opened the box, he sat there with his eyes closed. I looked at him and reminded myself not to jump on top of him. The unmistakable sound of lighting a match made him wrinkle his brow. I crossed the room to stand in front of him and told him to open his eyes. I was standing there holding a large cheesecake with a candle in the middle. Now I know what you are thinking. Cheesecake for his birthday? What you don't know is the significance of this particular dessert. One of the divas made a cheesecake for one of the after pay per view parties. Chris ate the entire damn cheesecake. His excuse was that he was trying to save Jay and I from gaining weight. Yeah, right. He wouldn't even let us have one bite. So now it's tradition for Jay or I to give him a cheesecake for any special occasion. Plus it adds a bit to those cute little love handles he has. Don't you just love them? "Happy birthday Chris." I said quietly as he laughed. He blew out the candle and we settled down to snack on the cheesecake. I couldn't believe he actually shared it with me. I was lying on my stomach beside him on the bed after we ate. We sipped on our wine and watched the game. Ever notice how wine doesn't taste quite the same when it's in those plastic cups ya find in hotel rooms? When the game was over I sat up and leaned back against the headboard beside him. "Great game." I said quietly. I hadn't been thinking much about the game at all. I had been thinking about the kiss from the club and how much I wanted to kiss him again. I noticed his eyes were no longer on the television but on me. "Was it?" He asked quietly. "Well you were watching it. Didn't you think so?" "Actually I wasn't watching the game." As I looked at his eyes, I noticed him staring at my lips. "Weren't you?" I could feel the light blush that had creeped across my cheeks as I realized the picture I had presented to him. "No." He said it so quietly I was sure I had imagined it or maybe it was the rush of blood that blocked it from my ears as his hand caressed my cheek. As we leaned toward each other, I whispered, "This is probably a bad idea." I'd started to panic. What if this didn't work out? Could I take losing my best friend? "This is probably the best idea we've had all night." As he finished the quiet comment, his lips brushed mine. Like kindling set to fire, my body temperature flared, and that's not the only thing that was being raised, if you get my drift. I had questioned the wisdom of meeting him. The spontaneous heat between us erased my doubts. Regrets or not I wasn't going to ask him to stop. I was going to relish every kiss, every caress. I was going to surrender my control and go wherever this journey led me. I planned to indulge in any fantasy that came to mind. I wanted to taste all of him. I slipped my tongue slowly between his lips and savored the taste that is distinctly Chris. My eyes drifted shut as I brushed my tongue softly against his. His hand slipped smoothly down the side of my neck and I moaned softly into his mouth. It was amazing how such a strong hand could be so gentle. The sure stroke of his hand down my spine was like electricity. I arched my back and leaned closer to him. As he reached the small of my back, I lifted my hands to his shoulders. The firm muscles contracted under my fingertips. I loved his reactions to my touch. He growled softly against my lips and in one smooth movement wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me underneath him. One of his thighs slipped between mine. I could feel the solid strength of him pressed against my hip. The semi-hard state I'd existed in for most of the night was now much worse. I could feel myself straining against the front of the tight leather pants I was wearing. I felt so hard that I was sure that I was going to burst. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to the smooth column of my throat. I shivered softly as he kissed along the sensitive spots there. When he reached the base of my neck, I gently squeezed his leg between my thighs. I traced my hand down his arm to his hand and brought it to my mouth. As he nipped softly against my skin, I kissed his fingertips. I licked slowly over the pad of his index finger before drawing it into my mouth. When I stroked my tongue over the tip, I felt his hardness bump softly against my hip. I sucked gently upon the digit while stroking my tongue against it. He groaned against my neck quietly. Pulling his finger from my mouth he slipped his hand down to my stomach. It brushed softly down to the bottom of my shirt before he slid it underneath the hem. As he stroked softly over the skin there, I tugged gently on his sweater. I quietly asked him to remove it. He sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. I stared in fascination at the ripple of his chest muscles. Raising my hand slowly, I traced one finger down the center of his chest stopping just above his waistband. He took my hand in his and tugged gently, pulling me to him. I straddled his legs and rested gently on his thighs. His hands slipped up the front of my shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. He pulled it open and slid his hands from my stomach to my shoulders, pushing it down my arms. I shivered as his hands traced over my skin. God, I love his hands. He tossed the shirt to the side and let his eyes roam my exposed chest. After a moment, he looked into my eyes. I held my breath. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly.
**** It was now or never. I wasn't ready to blurt out the depth of my feelings yet, but I could at least let him know how much I wanted this. "Chris, I…" I looked into his eyes and said, "I want this. I want you." Our mouths met as he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me gently against his chest. I rolled my hips slowly, pushing my ass against the length of his hardness. Soft sounds of want and need slipped from my mouth to his. Every nerve in my body was telling me I'd made the right choice. I felt one of his hands slide up my back and tangle in my hair. My nipples brushed against his chest making them draw tighter as if begging him to taste and touch them. Pulling his mouth from mine, he slowly kissed down the side of my neck to my shoulder. My fingers were drawing slowly over his tanned chest. Is it wrong of me to say that I like the fact that Chris is slightly squishy rather than being rock hard? Well except where it matters most, of course. He bent his head and slid his tongue slowly over the tip of my nipple. As he licked the small pebbled bud, I slid my hands over his shoulders. His lips closed softly around the hard tip and I arched my back forcing more pressure from his mouth. I moaned loudly from the erotic sensations coursing through me. As his tongue slid across my chest to tease my other nipple, I rocked softly against him. His hard cock was straining against his pants. I could feel the wetness at the tip of my own cock as it brushed against the zipper of my pants. I could smell the musky scent of my own arousal. I wondered if he could smell it also. Ya know how porn movies are always so loud? You just naturally assume they exaggerate those noises, because no one is really that noisy during sex, right? Well let me tell you, with him winding me up like that, I was putting any smut movie I've seen to shame. We hadn't even started the "good stuff" yet, and there I am moaning his name and squirming like a bitch in heat. I'd say I felt kind of bad for the people next door, but that was the last thing on my mind. I pulled his lips from my chest and brought them back to my mouth so I could taste him again. Things quickly slid beyond all control. I slid my hands down to the snap of his pants. It took no time to free him from his jeans. I slid off his lap to help him remove them. I admired the strength that was evident in his muscular thighs and loved the small love handles at his stomach. To me he's perfection. As I reached up to remove his boxers, I took a deep breath. Stripping them quickly from him, I realized he hadn't exaggerated the size and width of his cock during all that infernal bragging he tends to do in the locker room. Yes, we do actually do that. We are guys, ya know. I also realized that if I had my way, I was going to be one sore puppy come morning, not that I cared at this point. I let my eyes travel slowly over him from head to toe. "God, you're beautiful." I couldn't help myself from saying it. I saw the blush rush to his cheeks. "Guys are not beautiful, you assclown. Especially not this guy." Despite his words, I could tell from the sparkle in his eyes that he had enjoyed the compliment. "Well, you are. Get over it." With that said, I kneeled between his slightly parted legs and softly kissed his calves. I reveled in the shifting of his muscles as my tongue and mouth explored slowly upward. My tongue slid smoothly up the inside of his thigh. I stopped just before reaching the small sac at the center. I kissed slowly over his hips, letting my long hair slide teasingly across his cock and balls. I kissed his navel and tongued softly over his hips. The slightly salty taste of his skin was driving me wild. My hand slid slowly up his thigh and grazed his balls. He made a soft sound that wasn't quite a moan. I slid one finger up the length of his cock and felt a tiny drip of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed it over the head of his cock and looked up into his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my tongue across the crown and licked the fluid off him. His eyes slid shut and I could see his hands tightening in the comforter beneath him. Just in case this was the only chance I had to be with him, I wanted to make sure I broke through the rigid control he seemed to keep on his emotions. I allowed one slow lick up the front of his hardened member. I urged him to slide up to sit at the head of the bed. I spread his thighs wider with my hands and settled on my stomach between them. I kissed softly on his inner thighs before sucking on the tender skin. I worked my way up to the two round objects that were my target. Placing one hand on each side at the juncture of his thighs, I framed his endowments. My thumbs slid beneath his sac to lift his balls upward. Using my tongue, I traced the curve of each one. I pulled one of them gently between my lips as I stroked it with my tongue. Sucking softly on it, I savored the taste and texture of him. As I moved to the other testicle I heard him moan softly. My right hand slid slowly from his hip and I laid it teasingly atop his hard cock. I squeezed my hand around him and held him firmly. He bucked gently against my hand forcing more of his ripe fruit into my mouth. I knew then that I needed to taste the rest of him. I slid upward onto my knees tugging gently on the ball in my mouth before releasing it. My hand stroked the length of him, feeling his heat and hardness. I stole a look and saw him watching me touch him. His lips were slightly parted and his breathing was becoming increasingly heavy. I watched his tongue snake out to lick at his lower lip. As he bit down on his lower lip with teeth, I leaned down and used my tongue to tease his length. With quick little flicks of my tongue, I tapped against the skin just under the head. My leather pants brushed against my hardness within as I slid forward to gently mouth the head. I moaned softly against the tip of his cock and saw his head drop back against the headboard. I licked slowly around it wanting to drive him crazy with need. I pulled him slowly inside my mouth with my lips. My tongue caressed softly against him. My soft moans continued as I rocked back and forth teasing his length. His little whimpers increased as I sucked his cock deeper into my throat. I slid back up and teased the head with my tongue as I bathed him in my wet mouth. I pushed him closer to the edge, no pun intended. I felt his hands wrap tightly in my hair as I continued sucking. His hips were bucking now, driving him deeper into my throat with each thrust. I hummed again against his smooth skin. I wanted to taste him. I knew it wouldn't be long. I heard a loud moan from him just as I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. Pure ambrosia, that's what he tastes like. I swallowed as stream after stream of creamy fluid shot from him. I sucked on him softly drawing out every last drop. I pulled my lips along his shaft as I slid my mouth upward. Afterwards I cradled him in my hand as I cleaned him slowly with my tongue. I kissed my way slowly up his stomach to his chest and lay down beside him. I rested with my chest against his side as his breathing returned to normal. Leaning close to him, I rimmed his ear with my tongue. "Happy Birthday baby." I whispered softly. I gave him a lop-sided smile. "Although I did actually get you a real gift." "I'm not sure it could be any better than the one you just gave me. I think your tongue is a lethal weapon." He said with a shy smile. Have I mentioned how much I love it when he looks all shy like that? Rolling to the side, I reached to the bedside table to grab my drink. As I took a swallow of the cool liquor I felt him slide up against my back and wrap his arms around me. His right hand slide from my waist to stroke my hip and thigh. As his hand moved upward along the same path, I felt his lips burning against the side of my neck. My fingers trembled slightly and I quickly set the glass on the table so I wouldn't drop it. The warmth of his mouth teased across my shoulder as his hand slid up to stroke the front of my chest. His fingers teased my nipples into hard aching points. "While you're in the giving mood," he whispered in my ear, "There's, um, something else I'd really like to have."
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I closed my eyes and dropped my head back to his shoulder. "Yes, please yes, Chris." My voice trembled slightly along with the rest of me. I was hoping he didn't notice that. I looked down as he slid his hand down to the button of my pants. Within seconds, I was watching the teeth of the zipper being separated by his fingers. Parting the material, he stroked his hand slowly across the expanse of my stomach. His lips moved to the side of my neck as his fingertips brushed the head of my cock. I felt the nip of his teeth against my tender skin as I watched his fingers part more of the material. My breath caught in my throat as the warmth of his fingers touched the burning heat of my flesh. I felt the heat of his mouth and the rush of breath across my ear as his fingers slowly rubbed the drip of moisture on top around the tip. I moaned loudly as my hips bucked jerkily, pushing me hard against his hand. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked the first taste of me from his fingers. "Oh yes, Adam. You are so hot and hard, so sweet." I barely heard his words as I shivered with need. I wanted the length of his naked body pressed against mine. I struggled to remove my pants. As I kicked them off the end of the bed, I tried to turn into his arms. He stopped me and pulled me back hard against him as his hand slid again between my thighs. I felt the heat from his body against my back and the semi-hard length of his cock against my ass. His fingers ran along my length as I pushed back hard, rubbing my backside along his stiffening length. I reach into the nightstand and grab the bottle of lube I'd placed there earlier. I leaned back to kiss his neck as he slicked up his fingers and set the lube to the side. His hand slid slowly over my hip and between my thighs. I moaned softly as he slid his middle finger slowly against my puckered entrance. I tensed up a bit since I'd never bottomed for anyone before, but I wasn't going to stop him. I wanted Chris with a burning intensity that I couldn't deny. He whispered quietly to me as he pushed the tip of his finger into me. What he was saying didn't matter so much as the soothing tone he was using. His hold tightened as I tried to buck against his hand, keeping me from drawing his finger deeper inside. He made small teasing strokes as his lips brushed my cheek. "Please." I whispered softly as I turned my head and licked his lips. His hold lightened and I turned on to my back. As I wrapped my arms behind his neck and pulled his lips to mine hungrily, I felt him push two fingers deep inside my tight sheath. I moaned into his mouth and pushed against his hand. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. I needed this too much. I slid my hand down and captured his erection. As I stroked it, I felt him hardening further beneath my touch. A quiet groan escaped his mouth as I felt him shift over me. His fingers slid from inside me and I felt the hard length of his cock settle against me. He thrust twice against my aching erection. I pulled his lips down to mine as I felt the head probing gently against my core. The head slipped inside and I was sure he'd ripped me apart. He waited and kissed me gently while I adjusted to his size. When the burning pain eased, I parted my legs farther and shivered as he slid deep inside in one stroke. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and found I enjoyed the fullness of him inside me. Damn, it felt so right. One of his hands stroked my nipples as I felt him shift to withdraw and then plunge inside me. We fell into a slow rhythm of pleasure. I met each thrust, taking all of him inside me. I scratched my nails gently against his back as we moved. Moaning as I tossed my head back, I let the power of his thrusts flow through me. His name was tripping off my tongue like a mantra. My muscles clenched tightly around his hardness and I came hard. He held himself buried inside me as I writhed beneath him, my creamy essence spilling over my stomach. Little did I know, we weren't quite finished yet. As my legs slid from around his waist, he slid his arms beneath my thighs and pushed them towards my chest. As he held himself up on his arms, I looked down to where we were still joined together. I watched as he slowly started to move. I slid my hand down to stroke his balls as he slid so deep inside me. He leaned forward and kissed my lips and as he plunged in, hitting my sweet spot again and again, and I could feel myself getting hard again. Holy hell, he's a sex god. "I want you on your knees sweetheart." He said softly. I smiled up at him, as he pulled himself from inside me, the endearment surprising me. I rolled to my stomach and pushed myself up on my hands and knees. I felt his cock brush against the cleft of my ass and shivered. Then he shifted and I felt his length slide once more deep into my stretched entrance. I moaned loudly as he began slow thrusts. His hands stroked my back and slipped onto my shoulders as he pushed in and pulled back out. I rocked with him, trying to increase the pace. Those sexy little moans and grunts coming from him were driving me nuts. He forced me to the slow rhythm until I was hovering on the brink. "Chris, please. Harder, I need..." I was practically wailing as I begged him for more. I felt his hands slide down to my hips. Grasping them tightly, he finally gave me what I needed. With hard quick thrusts, he plundered my depths. As his hot full length pushed inside me, I screamed his name loudly, meeting each stroke. With a few more squeaks from the protesting bed-frame, I heard his loud shout of completion. I felt the warmth of his seed spilling into my core. He reached around and grasped my hard cock in his hand stroking it with quick firm strokes. Within seconds, loud cries broke from my lips as I felt myself shattering completely. I felt his lips brush my back softly before he pulled us to the side. We slid together to the bed with my back cuddled against his chest; our bodies still intimately joined. His hand slid gently over my thigh as our breathing slowed. Reaching to the end of the bed, I tugged the covers over our sweaty bodies. It didn't take long for his breathing to even out. There was something I needed to say and with him asleep was the best time to practice, right? "I love you, Chris" I whispered quietly. With a soft sigh for my deliciously sated state, I let myself drift to sleep, cuddled in his arms.
**** I heard the ringing from the bedside table. As I rolled to the side to pick up the telephone, I noted that I was alone in the bed. I glanced around the room as I received the message I'd left for my wake up call. The whir of the heater was loud in the room. I wondered if maybe it all wasn't just a very erotic figment of my imagination. The twinges of my well-loved body told me it wasn't. I was right, I really was going to be a sore puppy. That's when I saw the sign. I wasn't sure it had all happened, but when I saw the silk shirt, I'd worn the night before draped over the screen of the television, I knew it was completely real. I smiled as I realized whether I'd worn the shirt from Mark or not, I'd certainly had one hell of a ride last night. **** Which brings us to where we are now… With me wondering why I woke up alone. How Chris feels about what happened. Maybe his absence is my answer. Was it a one night stand? Does he think we are friends with benefits now? I really wish he were here so I could find out. Until this moment I've never been so worried about how someone feels about me. All I can do is wait and hope that he feels even half of what I feel for him. For now, I need to find Jay and find out if there is anything else I need to do before the wedding. I'd feel so much better about this if things were settled between Chris and I. As I get dressed I have to smile. I've got the perfect icebreaker for when I see him again. After all, I never did give him his real birthday present. It's something I know he's been looking for. I dropped a pretty penny on it too. Not that the price matters, it's a special gift that took a lot of time and effort to find. If he doesn't realize how I feel after he opens it, maybe I'd be better off going back to being just his friend. Grabbing the gift, I leave to find Jay. I'm hoping to run into Chris before the wedding, but if nothing else I can give it to him at the reception. Wish me luck! The End (for now) ©2004 Raising Kane |