"Where We Belong"

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)/Chris Jericho
Mentions of: Christian (Jay/Jason Reso), David Bautista, Hunter (Paul Levesque), Randy Orton, Mark Callaway, Shawn Michaels
Content: M/M Relationships, language, angst, sex, humor
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

*Chris' POV* The ride back to the hotel has been uncomfortably silent and that's putting it mildly. Adam hasn't said one word since we've been in the car. He has his head propped on his hand and he's looking up at the sky like it holds all the answers to the universe. There's no way anyone could convince me that he hasn't noticed me looking at him, but he's acting completely oblivious. If I hadn't heard him say he loved me with my own two ears I'd think he was completely uninterested in anything to do with me the way he's ignoring me. Of course with everything that's happened today, I wouldn't really blame him if he wants to forget I exist. I've pretty much given him every reason to write me off and not a single reason to keep hoping. That's all going to change once we reach the hotel though, I swear. I'm going to lock us in a room and I'm not letting him out until I've completely convinced him that he's the one that I love. I can't help smirking as I think that I won't let him out of the room after that either. By the time I am ready to let him out of that room, I'm hoping he'll be too damn exhausted to want to go anywhere. I'm going to tell him I love him and then spend the rest of the night proving it to him. This silence is still driving me insane. Thank god we're almost back to the hotel now. As I turn the corner I see a corner store still open. Knowing Adam as well as I do, it would be just like him to make an excuse about needing something so he could leave as soon as possible. I'm not going to give him the chance. "Do you need anything before we get back to the hotel?" *Adam's POV* I'm going insane. This quiet between us is so...not us. If this were a normal night we would be cracking jokes about Jay and Dave or the things that happened tonight. Obviously we're both too caught up in our own thoughts to make the effort. I'm looking out the window because it's easier than looking at him. If I look at him now, I'd end up staring at him so I could commit every inch of his face to memory so that when I go to Smackdown, I'll have something to wallow in misery over. Not that I don't have a pretty complete picture there now, but I always seem to notice something new about him. I really need to stop thinking about this. When we get back to the hotel, I need to get out of this damn monkey suit. Once I'm in something that's not completely uncomfortable, then I can face him and be uncomfortable about what I have to tell him instead. Even though it's probably not the best idea I've ever had, I'm going to be completely honest with him and let things fall where they may. Then I'm going to go out to some dive and get completely drunk off my ass. That's the only way I'll be able to sleep tonight in that bed by myself especially knowing that Chris will most likely be going to see Hunter when we're done talking. I can't help the small flinch of pain over that thought. I just hope Chris didn't notice since he's been looking at me almost constantly. I should acknowledge him in some way I suppose, but I really don't want to start this discussion in the car. I really don't want to have the discussion in my room either. At least if we have it in his room then I can escape fairly easily after my not-so-little confessions. There's also the fact that if we talked in my room, I'd be too aware of our surroundings. There is no way I'd be able to stand five feet from where we were together last night and tell him what I have to tell him. I wouldn't be able to force it out. As we turn onto the road the hotel is on his voice breaks the silence. I'm under no illusions as to why he asks if I need anything. In most cases I probably would use some excuse to get out of talking about something uncomfortable, but honestly I just want to get this over with. The quicker this is over, the quicker we'll return to normal or as normal as things will ever be between us now. "No. I'm good. I do want to change first though, so I'll meet you at your room." That's when I remember that I have no clue where his room is, since he snuck off in the middle of the morning to get a new one. "If you give me the room number." I'm so proud that I managed to say that without a hint of snippiness. *Chris' POV* How long can it take to change clothes? It's been close to thirty minutes since we parted in the lobby to head to our separate rooms. I'm starting to wonder if he's going to show up at all. I honestly didn't want to let him out of my sight, but what was I going to do...forbid him to go change? That would have gone over like a lead balloon. So I kept my mouth shut except to give him my room number. I considered changing my own clothes, but got as far as removing my cufflinks and unbuttoning my shirt before my mind started wandering again. Now I'm too busy wondering what's taking him so damn long. If he's not here in five minutes, I'm going to his room to look for him. There's no way I'm going to let this drag on past tonight. I pace the room a few more times trying to decide how to tell him about Hunter. I'm still not sure there is any way to say it except to just blurt it out, then try to explain it. Still no sign of him at all and I'm done waiting. Just as I put my hand on the doorknob there is a knock on the door. It's about damn time. I pull the door open wide and wave him in and that's when I notice what he's wearing and the fact that his hair is wet. He's running his fingers through his still-damp locks and that makes me want to run my fingers through them as well. I clench my hands as I struggle not to reach out and do just that. Instead I take a closer look at his clothes. Black boots, tight as hell jeans, and a black T-shirt, but not just any T-shirt. No, it has to be the very tight-fitting shirt that Mark bought him. My thoughts are split in two directions right now. I'm seething over the fact that he's wearing a shirt that Mark bought, even if it was for his birthday. It also doesn't sit well that his excuse for being more comfortable had to be bullshit, because there is no way jeans that damn tight could be any more comfortable than the monkey suit he changed out of. That outfit shouts "pick me up". Of course the other direction my thoughts are headed in has to do with the comment he'd made when he showed me that shirt last night. I've got something powerful that I'd love to have between his thighs right about now...but that's for later. He's walked over to the window and he's staring up at the sky again. If that's his way of trying to avoid me right now, it's not going to work. I shut the door, walk back into the room, and look at him for a moment trying to decide how to start this conversation off. I think my brain may have short circuited though because instead of starting off by telling him about Hunter, I open my mouth and blurt out an incredibly stupid question. Way to antagonize him, Chris. "Decided to take a shower, I see. Do you have plans or something?" The question itself wasn't so bad I guess, but the snippy tone certainly wasn't going to earn me any points. He half turns and shrugs at me. "Nothing concrete. I thought maybe when we were done talking I'd go hunt down some of the guys. Hang out for awhile." Some of the guys huh? Like maybe Shawn and Mark? Although I'm betting if Hunter has any say in it Shawn won't be leaving the reception with Mark. Mark will be looking for someone new to spend his time with if I've read things right. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that that someone will not be Adam. Tossing my jealousy issues to the side for a moment, I open my mouth to tell him about Hunter, only he beats me to the punch. *Adam's POV* Even as I'm knocking on the door, I want to turn around and run back to my room to hide. I even took a shower before I changed to delay this just a little bit longer. Not a very adult reaction, but I'm really not looking forward to this conversation. No matter which way I look at it, I'm pretty much fucked and not in any way I'm going to enjoy. At best, he'll apologize because he doesn't feel the same way I do and then he'll say he hopes we can still be friends. At worst, he's going to say he was already in love with Hunter and I didn't stand a chance in the first place. I know he wouldn't make light of how I feel, but that's little comfort. The end result is still going to be the same. We'll be awkward and uncomfortable around each other for a long time and that's the worst part of this. When he opens the door, I think again about bolting. He hasn't changed out of his tux, but he's only half wearing it. His shirt is gaping open and I can see most of his chest. I know I see it every single week at work, but this is just...different. I want to reach out and run my hands over it, lean down and run my tongue all over his exposed skin, but I can't. That luxury isn't mine and it won't be...ever. I wander over to the other side of the room and gaze out the window. For some reason looking at the stars always seems to comfort me in some small way, but it's not really working tonight. I probably should have just waited to change my clothes, but as soon as we get through with our little discussion I have the feeling I'm going to be craving something strong and numbing. This way I can go straight from his room to the nearest bar and drown my sorrows. I'm not sure why my choice of attire seems to have set off his growly side, but it certainly has. Did he ask about my plans because I'm delaying him from getting to his own or is there some other reason he's bothered that I plan on going out? Yes I lied about where I'll be going, but that sounded better than saying I'm going to go drown myself in liquor. I look out the window for another moment as I gather my courage. Might as well get this over with as quickly as possible. Taking a deep breath, I start talking, hoping he won't interrupt. "Last night...last night was a mistake." Okay so if I didn't want him to interrupt that was a pretty damn stupid way to start off the conversation. I should have known better. "A mistake?" Whoops. Sounds like I really pissed him off. "Why in the hell would you say it was a mistake? It was something we both wanted..." I need to cut this off real quick because he's got the completely wrong idea here. That's my fault completely, of course. "Chris, stop growling at me and just listen a minute okay." *Chris' POV* A mistake? Of all the things I thought I'd hear come out of his mouth, that's probably the last one I ever would have dreamed of. If he thinks I'm growling now, he'd better have a damn good explanation for saying last night was a mistake, or he'll have a whole new definition of growling. I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge of it. I'm prepared to listen to what he has to say as long as I get a chance to tell him the truth about everything. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm not saying it wasn't what I wanted, because it was. The reason it was a mistake is because I wasn't honest with you." Not honest with me? What the hell? "It was a mistake because I didn't tell you how I felt about you, before we..." He growls and I realize that he stopped because he's not sure what to call what happened between us last night. I guess I can't blame him for not being sure with the way I handled things. "Look, I talked to Jay this morning. I know that you heard what I said. I know that's why you left and it would have been better for both of us if you'd done it before...we slept together. If I'd told you beforehand then I'm sure you wouldn't have thought it was the best idea we'd had last night. I don't regret that we did it, but I hate the way things are between us right now." I'm starting to see where he's going with this. I frown because I'm not sure he's not right. Would I have left if he'd told me about his feelings before we "slept together", as he put it. I'd like to argue semantics with him because I want to think of it as making love, even if that's not what I'd have admitted to at the time. I can't honestly say what I would have done, but at least he doesn't regret it. I sure as hell don't regret it either. I'm about to tell him that when he starts talking again. "I'm happy for you and Hunter." He holds his hand up when I open my mouth to tell him that there is no reason at all for him to be happy for me and Hunter. "I really am, but I hope you can understand why I can't stick around and watch you two together...not with the way I feel about you. I asked Vince if I could talk to him at the show on Monday. I'm going to ask him if I can switch rosters, at least for awhile." "The hell you are!" I'll be damned if he is going anywhere. I'll pull every string I can to make sure it doesn't happen. Of course if I'd just open my damn mouth and explain things it might make him change his mind about wanting the switch in the first place. "Adam, I know that right now that's what you think you want, but I think you need to listen to what I have to tell you." He's looking at me like nothing I say is going to change his mind, but that's what he thinks. I'll change it or die trying. I walk over to him and grab his hand. "Come sit down over here please. I have a lot to tell you and I'd rather we were both comfortable while I'm doing it." He looks like he's going to argue about it, but he sighs quietly and then lets me lead him over to the bed. We both sit down, but he looks like he's ready to bolt at any moment so I had best get on with it. He's staring at the comforter and pretending to pick imaginary lint off of it. *Adam's POV* I really don't want to sit down. I want to argue about it, but the warmth of his hand holding mine is so nice that I know I'm going to let him have his way. He's not going to change my mind about the switch no matter what he has to say, but I'll let him tell me whatever he thinks is so important. I sigh quietly and let him lead me over to sit down on the bed. I want to jump up and run out the door because having him here on the bed beside me is just way too tempting. If I look at him then I'll want to drag him up onto the bed and kiss him until we both forget why we're here. That won't solve a damn thing and it'd most likely end with him decking me. So instead of looking at him, I'm looking for lint on the blanket. Nice, boring, un-lust-inspiring lint. "First of all I want to say that no matter what you think, I will never, ever consider last night a mistake. I understand why you might feel that way right now, but I'm hoping by the time I'm done talking you will change your mind." I nod at him to continue, but keep working on my hunt for lint that isn't there. It's nice to know he doesn't consider last night a mistake, but that doesn't mean it was the right thing for either of us to do either. He's not going to change my mind, but he can talk all he likes. "I'm not with Hunter." He's not with Hunter...yet. I know Hunter's been chasing after him for months now, so obviously it's what Hunter wants. Not too many people would turn down Hunter...me being an exception. Chris may be gun-shy right now because of what happened with the two of them before, but from the way they were kissing earlier I'd have to say they were on their way to resolving whatever it was that broke them up. Just because Hunter hasn't talked him around yet doesn't mean it's not going to happen and I don't want to be here to see it when he does convince Chris to give it another shot. I pretend to find a piece of lint and toss it off the bed just so he can't see how much that thought stings. *Chris' POV* Maybe I'm crazy, but I expected some kind of reaction to what I just said. Good or bad, I could have dealt with either one, but to get absolutely no reaction at all...that just leaves me confused. Did he not hear me? I do the only thing I can do and try again. "Adam? Look at me." When he does and I'm sure I've actually got his attention, I try again. "I'm not dating Hunter. Hunter and I are friends and that's all it's going to be." He tilts his head to the side in that cute little way he has, but he still doesn't say anything, so I try a different tactic. "Hunter is in love with Shawn. I know you saw him kissing me, but it wasn't because we're together. It was because he wanted to say goodbye to what we had. He was going to try to talk to Shawn tonight..." I was going to add that I was going to come talk to him as well, but then I see the look on his face. I think that maybe we're still not communicating here. He looks royally pissed off and that was about the last reaction I expected. I thought that maybe he'd be happy or confused or something else, but why would that make him angry? "I'll kill him." I blink and have the urge to go clean out my ears. "What? Why would you want to kill him? You've lost me." Completely. I don't think I could be more confused right now. "Because I told him if he hurt you, I'd kill him. I can't believe that he would give you up for Shawn. Not that there is anything wrong with Shawn, but Shawn's with Mark and...never mind. That really doesn't matter. I'm still going to kill him." He looks like he's ready to go do just that, but I put my hand on his knee to stop him from getting up. I'm so confused. Why would he care that Hunter doesn't want me, unless...oh wait, I get it. "Adam, calm down. I don't want you to kill him. He didn't hurt me at all because I don't love him. I don't want to be with him. The only reason I had anything to do with him at all today was because of you." Now I've got his attention. He opens his mouth a few times like he's going to say something and then stops himself. "Okay." That's it? That's all he's going to say? I thought he'd be a little happier about it or say that he'd changed his mind about switching shows and all I get is "okay"? That's when I want to smack myself in the forehead. Just because I've told him that I'm not with Hunter does not mean that he's going to suddenly realize that I want to be with him. Jay was right. I really suck at this. "This is going to take a lot of explaining, so bear with me. When I left your room this morning I was a complete mess. Yes, it was because of what you said, but not in the way you're probably thinking. I'm not sure how much you know about what happened with Hunter and I, but when it ended it really wasn't pretty. Randy told me that Hunter had been cheating on me for a good part of our relationship and I believed him. I swore I wouldn't get involved with anyone else. I...I thought that the reason Hunter cheated on me was because there was something I wasn't giving him. I blamed myself for it." "That's crazy Chris. How could you possibly blame yourself for that bastard cheating on you? Just because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants, does not mean it was your fault." I shouldn't be so happy about him calling Hunter a bastard, but I do want to get up and dance. I love that righteous indignation on my behalf. The way he's clenching the comforter in his hands has me flashing back to when he was doing the same thing last night for a reason that has nothing to do with anger. Whoa. Don't get ahead of yourself there Chris, you've still got a lot of explaining to do. *Adam's POV* I want to kill Hunter, I honestly do. I knew Chris was really unhappy when we first started hanging out together, but even though I'd heard the rumors, I didn't think even Hunter would be stupid enough to cheat on him. I don't understand why he would give Randy a second look when he had someone like Chris willing to give him whatever he wanted. That's insane. I'm a little confused now because Chris is smiling at me, but that smile is all it takes to make me unclench my hands from the comforter. There must be more to this because I'm still confused as to what this mess with Hunter has to do with him leaving. I guess I'll have to be patient and wait for him to finish explaining, but everyone knows that patience is not my strong suit. "I know now that it wasn't my fault. I also know that most of what Randy said was untrue. Yes, Hunter did turn to Randy one time, but it was due to his insecurities and didn't really have anything to do with me." He holds up his hand so that I don't let loose on Hunter again with the curses on the tip of my tongue. He knows me too well. "I'm not excusing what he did, but after we talked I could understand why it happened. Regardless, that's all in the past. The important thing is that I know that there wasn't a thing I could have done to stop it. It wasn't because of what I did or didn't do. It wasn't...it wasn't because there was something...wrong with me." I'm going to end up catching flies, but I just can't shut my mouth. Something wrong with him? I swear I love him, but sometimes he can come up with the most incredibly stupid conclusions and I want to smack him. Instead of smacking him, I do what I've wanted to do since he started telling me about this whole mess with Hunter. I pull him into my arms and give him the hug I can tell he needs. Before I can stop myself, I'm saying a whole bunch of things that'll probably come back to haunt me later. "I don't know why you never said anything to anyone if that's the way you were feeling. Jay, Dave...me, we all would have told you the same thing. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Chris, and I'll kick anyone's ass that says any different. Just because Hunter wasn't smart enough to know what he was risking, doesn't mean that everyone is that damn stupid." Even with his face half hidden in my shirt, I can see the smirk on his face. You know what I'm talking about...that incredibly cute, absolutely adorable smirk that he shows on 'Raw' sometimes. And no I'm not biased at all, thanks for noticing. How did he end up in my lap? I'm not sure if I pulled him there or if he got there on his own power, but far be it from me to question it. *Chris' POV* I took advantage sneaking onto his lap while he was comforting me, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I snuggle a little closer and lay my head on his shoulder. He tenses for a second before his arms wrap even tighter around me and I can't help the small sigh of happiness that slips from my mouth. This is where I belong, even if he doesn't want to admit it yet. I'm getting there, but I still have a lot more I need to say. For right now I think I need to change the subject to something else. I sit up and smile at him, taking a chance by running my fingers through his hair. I love doing that and until Shelton pointed out how much we touch each other I'd never really given it much thought. "Do you remember when we kissed in the bar last week?" I have to smile over the look of indignation on his face. It also prepares me for the rant I know is coming. "Do I...? Do I remember? Of course I remember it, Chris. I'll always remember it. How could I possibly forget the first time we..." he cuts himself off as he realizes just how much he's revealed, how much that memory means to him. He's staring at the bedcovers again instead of looking at me. "Good. I want you to remember." He looks up at me in surprise. "Do you know what I did for the rest of the week, aside from all the appearances that is?" I almost laugh at the tentative shake of his head. "I spent every available moment thinking about you...about you and me...about us. I relived that kiss a hundred different times. I thought about how you tasted, how you felt pressed up against me. I thought maybe I'd get a moment's peace when I was sleeping but you'd sneak into my dreams too. I kept telling myself that I should forget about it...that we were best friends and that would have to be enough because I didn't want to risk pushing you away. I didn't want to lose my best friend, but I couldn't stop thinking about it either." He hasn't seemed to notice at all that I've shifted position so that I'm straddling his thighs now. From the look on his face I can tell he's shocked, but I'm not sure if that's because of what I said or the fact that I actually admitted my thoughts to him. "Chris, I..." I'm not quite finished with my little confessions yet, so I cut him off before he can ask too many questions. I'll more than likely answer them all anyway. "Shhh...not yet. So here I am having all these thoughts and trying to push them away. With the way I was feeling about relationships, I didn't think I could offer you any more than one night and I know you aren't a one-night kind of guy. So foolishly I told myself that I would be able to resist temptation...until you picked me up from the airport. As soon as I saw you there, I knew I was in trouble. The whole time we were in your room while you were changing, I had to convince myself not to toss you on the bed and spend the night there with you. See at that point I was still deluding myself with the idea that it was about sex. I had a million excuses. It had been six months since I'd been with anyone, you were too damn sexy to not want...the list goes on." I can tell he's not too sure what to think right now. He's probably not too thrilled that I was seeing him as a sex object or that I was trying to write it all off to lust, but I'm determined to be honest with him about everything. I also know he wouldn't buy it if I told him that I knew I loved him at that point. I just have to hope that if I'm completely honest with him, he'll believe me when I tell him that I do love him, even if it took my brain longer to realize it than it did my heart. "I almost convinced myself during dinner that things were back to normal between us, but I knew better. Then when we came back to the room, I was right back where I started. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I completely missed the hockey game because I was so damn busy staring at your ass. I couldn't even remember who was playing, Adam. Do you have any clue how freaked out I got over that?" He smiles almost shyly, a light blush on his cheeks, but I can see the laughter sparkling in his eyes. "And then you were sitting so close and I couldn't not touch you. Even after you said it was a bad idea and knowing that it was going to change everything between us, I still wanted it...wanted you so badly that it didn't matter. I forced myself to ask you if you were sure, but the whole time I was dreading you saying that you weren't." I run my fingers gently through his hair, smiling when he leans into my touch. Even now, when he's not exactly sure where I'm headed with this and there's still a chance he's going to end up with his heart broken, he can't deny that he enjoys it when I touch him. "Even while we were touching each other, learning each other's bodies...I tried to tell myself that we should stop, that I wasn't ready for commitment and you wouldn't settle for less. It didn't matter though. It felt too right...like I was right where I belonged and there was no way I could deny it. Then when we were lying there together after and you said what you said...I didn't want to let on, because I knew that I wasn't supposed to hear it, but it scared the hell out of me. I fell headfirst right back into all of my insecurities. I panicked and I ran. I can't apologize enough for that. I know that's not good enough. I can only tell you how much I regret not being there when you woke up. I'm so...so sorry." His eyes are damp and I can tell he's close to losing it. He'd really hate it too, not because I would see him crying, but because he wouldn't want me to feel bad for making him cry. I don't want him crying unless it's happy tears, so I'd best get on with what else I need to tell him, but while we're so close to the subject... "By the way, I haven't thanked you properly for the gift you gave me and I think it's way past due." Before he can stop me, I lean in and cover his mouth with mine. He tenses after a moment of letting me drown in how good he tastes. The next thing I know I’m sitting on the bed and he's halfway across the room. I know I've messed up, but I'm not sure exactly where. *Adam's POV* I'm not quite sure what to think of everything that Chris has had to say. I'm really surprised that he admitted a lot of what he did, but then we've always been honest with each other, even when it was painful. Am I thrilled he thought about me all week...you bet your ass I am. Am I happy that at least at the beginning it sounds like lust was his motivation for the two of us being together last night...not so much, but I can live with it. His apology for leaving this morning just about killed me, but I can understand why he would panic. If I'd had a relationship that ended the way his ended with Hunter, I'd most likely be a basketcase myself. Not that that makes it any easier for me to deal with. If he weren't sitting on my lap, I'd probably be feeling the urge to leave a lot more than I am at the moment. I'm also completely unprepared when he thanks me for his gift and then kisses me. If it had just been a small thank you type kiss, I probably wouldn't have reacted the way I just did, but that was not a "thanks for the gift" kiss. That was more an "I plan to have you naked in thirty seconds" kind of kiss and with all the ups and downs I've had with my emotions in the last half-hour, I couldn't handle it. There's also the fact that my friends don't normally say thank you that way, even if it was a damn expensive gift. I have to say something though because I know I've confused him. I look at the wall rather than him as I lick my lips. I can still taste him there. I finally manage to come up with something that doesn't sound bitter or let on just how much I wish he'd had some other reason for that kiss. "I don't think the Gretsky rates that much of a thank you, but you're welcome," I tell him, trying to inject a tiny bit of humor into my voice. I'm pretty sure it didn't work. I don't hear him get off the bed, but the next thing I know his hand is on my arm and he's turning me around to face him. "Adam, I love the painting and the tickets, don't get me wrong. If you'd given them to me last night I'd have known how you felt without you even having to say it. Spending that much time working to get me something you knew I wanted but wouldn't buy myself...that speaks volumes. But that wasn't the gift I was thanking you for when I kissed you." Now it's my turn to look confused both by his words and by his hand threading through my hair again. I take a small step backward to separate myself from his touch as I wonder about the other "gift" that I've given him. As much as he loves cheesecake, I really don't think that's what he was referring to either. "The gift I was thanking you for...that one meant more to me than any other you could have possibly given me, unless Jay was wrong this morning when he told me...." As he trails off I realize exactly what he's talking about and there is no way I can stop the tinge of pink flooding my cheeks. I'd completely forgotten that Jay had told him it was the first time I'd ever let someone... go where no man has gone before, so to speak. Okay, in that case maybe that was the type of gift that warranted a kiss like that. I'm still embarrassed as hell that he found out about it and he has to be wondering why I let him be the first. I'd tell him, but I'm a little more concerned about the fact that he seems to be stalking me right about now. He touches me, I take a step back...it's like some strange exotic dance. "Chris, I..." As I look at him, I know I can't tell him anything but the truth. "I wanted my first experience to be with someone I really cared about and you know how I feel...about you. It just felt right last night. It's not that big of a deal." Okay so maybe I lied just a tiny bit, because to me it was a big deal. The fact that it had been Chris who had shown me that side of sex was something I'd always remember. I'm convinced it wouldn't have been half as good with anyone else and damn was it good. Just the thought of it is making me tingle...well that and the fact that he's running his hands down my chest. I take another step back and this time the back of my knees hit the mattress. I lose my balance and find myself falling onto the bed. Apparently we made a complete circuit around the room during this little discussion about my lost "innocence." "But it is a big deal. Do you have any idea how I feel knowing that you let me have a part of you that no one else ever has? That you trusted me that much? That you lo..." he cuts himself off as he crawls onto the bed and crouches above me. I'm trying to pull myself up the mattress so that he's not directly over me. If he kisses me again, I won't be able to stick to my resolution. I'll be begging him to take me again and to hell with worrying about whether it's one more night in a string of meaningless encounters for him. Well, maybe not meaningless, but I honestly don't think it would qualify as a "relationship", which is the only thing I'm willing to settle for when it comes to him. I want all or nothing. "Did you know that half the roster thinks we've been together for a couple of months and just never said anything to anyone?" I'm backed up to the headboard now and he's still managed to somehow stay on top of me... quite literally. I love Chris, really I do, but if he changes the topic one more time I think I'll strangle him...it's starting to give me a headache. I think he was trying to talk me out of switching rosters, but how we ended up here from there, I have no clue. It finally registers in my brain what he just said and I tense up even more if it's possible. I say the first thing that springs to mind. "Why in the world would any of them think that?" I'm completely baffled. And there he goes running his fingers through my hair again. Does he think I'm a cat or something? *Chris' POV* At least I'm not the only one that was surprised by that little tidbit. I can't help the knowing smile that crosses my face. "Have you ever noticed how much we touch each other? I'm not talking about in the last two days, but just during the course of an ordinary day." He looks at me like I've lost my mind, but I know that once I point these things out to him, he'll see things as clearly as I do. "No. I've never really noticed." He gasps as I slide my hand from his hair down his neck to lay lightly on his chest. "I guess...I guess it's quite a bit. Speaking of touching, could you maybe not touch me so much while we're trying to have this discussion?" I grin wickedly at him and shake my head. "No. I can't not touch you, which is kind of my point." I know I've confused him again, but I'm about to shed a very bright light on my meaning. "We touch each other all the time, Adam. Nothing overt, but apparently telling all the same. I never really thought about it, but we do. Me running my fingers through your hair, you hugging me, a caress on a hip..." Echoing each item on the list by demonstrating it on his body, I can tell he's responding to every touch. I can also tell that he wishes he wouldn't respond, but he can't seem to help himself. "I can't think of a single other person that we're both so free with when it comes to bodily contact. Jay may be a close friend to both of us, but neither of us are so touchy-feely with him." He laughs loudly and smiles at me. "I kind of like my head where it is Chris. I think Dave would try to separate ours from our bodies if we touched Jay that much." Keep on telling yourself that Adam. "That's not your reason for not doing it and it's not mine either. Are you trying to tell me that before Dave came into the picture, you touched Jay all the time?" Gotcha! "No! Of course not, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything." He's trying to look smug, but it won't last long, in fact he'll probably be screaming at me shortly. "It does mean something if we do it often enough that other people have noticed and they have. Shelton made a point of bringing it to my attention when he was asking me about you. That and how much time we spend together." "We're best friends, of course we're going to spend a lot of time together," he says trying to dismiss that as well. "Shelton asked you about me?" Oh! He would pick up on that now, wouldn't he? I scowl at him as I sit up and conveniently I happen to sit right on top of the slight bulge in his jeans. He sucks in a breath and squirms underneath me. "Yes, he asked about you...just before I told him that he had no chance because you were already spoken for." I let that sink in and wait for the explosion that I know is coming. "What?" he shouts. "Why would you tell him something like..." He's struggling, trying to pull himself from beneath me, but there is no way he's going anywhere. I cut him off mid rant by putting my hands on his shoulders and forcing them down. I plaster my body on top of his and thread my fingers through his hair, holding him imprisoned beneath me even as he tries to work his way free. "You want to know why? I'll tell you why...because I don't want him putting the moves on you, that's why. I'll be damned if I stand by and watch that sawed-off pip-squeak trying to make time with the man that I love. And you aren't going to any tropical beach to run around half-naked in front of Mark either. You...are...mine." I emphasize each word as I look into his eyes and I feel him shiver beneath me. He's now lying completely still beneath me and I can't help but enjoy the look of surprise in his eyes. He swallows harshly between pants of breath brought on by the exertion of trying to free himself. "Did you...you said...?" I know what he's asking even though he can't seem to voice it at the moment. I continue speaking, though in a much quieter gentler tone. "Neither of us admitted it, to ourselves or each other, but it's glaringly obvious, Adam. Hell, we act more like a couple than most of the couples around us do. You may not have meant for me to hear it, but this morning you told me that you love me and I won't let you take it back." I pull one hand from his hair and let it rest against the side of his face as I trace his parted lips with my thumb. "I know I made a huge, huge mistake by not saying anything. Don't make us both suffer because I had my head stuck up my ass. Don't leave 'Raw', don't leave me...give me another chance." I let my lips brush his in a feather-light kiss before leaning my forehead against his with my eyes closed, simply absorbing the feel of him laid out beneath me. "Tell me, Adam. Say it again...please?" I know I'm practically begging, my voice husky with emotion, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters right now is hearing him say those three words again, him letting me know that he hasn't given up on me. *Adam's POV* When he first brought it up, I thought he was crazy, but now that I really think about it we do touch each other...a lot. It's not even a conscious thought with me when it comes to him. I could probably picture a hundred different times that I've just reached out and touched him...his hair, his arm, his waist. If I weren't being so distracted by the way he's touching me now, I'd probably be able to list a few hundred incidents just off the top of my head. This is so not good. I restrain myself from arching up into his hand with each touch, but I can't restrain the reactions of certain parts of me that are enjoying this way too much. I try to argue with him when he brings up Jay, but it's pretty useless. When he's right, he's right. I've never felt the urge for that constant contact with Jay like I do with him. It seems that I've been just as blind as he has. I could write it all off to physical attraction, but I know that at least on my part that it just a small portion of my need to touch him every chance I get. That doesn't mean it isn't that way for him. That's when he mentions Shelton and I ask the question about him without even thinking about it. I'd never had a clue in the least that Shelton had any interest in me, not that it changes anything except for Chris' reaction to it. I cannot believe he told Shelton that I was spoken for. Since when? That's what I'd like to know. And what makes him think he has the right to... He drapes himself over the top of me and I struggle to free myself, not because I wouldn't enjoy having him there, but because I'm still a little indignant about his high-handedness. That's when he makes the little announcement that stills me completely. Did he just say what I think he said? I can't help the shiver that rips through me at the possessiveness of his words. I lay there completely still as I try to process what he's just said. What if he didn't actually say it? What if I just imagined it because it's what I've wanted him to say? So I do the only thing I can do...ask him. Or attempt to ask him anyway. The words get caught in my throat because I'm scared to death that I did imagine it and he will deny it all. He starts talking again and I can feel his hand on my face, so warm against my skin. When his thumb slides over my lips, I want to run my tongue over the tip of it, but his words have me transfixed where I am. Take it back? As if I could even think of it. I want to tell him that he can have a million chances if it means that I'll end up with him in my arms at the end of it. He was right; I've completely changed my mind about switching shows. He doesn't know that yet though because before I can tell him that I have decided to stay he brushes his lips against mine so tenderly that I almost think I've imagined it. His plea is so desperate sounding that I'm choking up, so much so that I almost can't get the words out, but as I've said before all he has to do is ask and I'd give him whatever he wants. I lower my hands from his chest; they were still there from when I was trying to get him off of me, and wrap them tightly around his waist as I fight to get the words out. "I can't take them back, Chris." I can feel him relaxing against me as I speak. "I would never even try. I love you, Chris." As soon as the words clear my lips, his mouth is covering mine and he's kissing me fiercely, like he's trying to taste the words that I've just said to him. He pulls away after a moment and his eyes are glittering as he stares at my face. I let my gaze drop to his kiss-swollen lips for a second and I can't help but be happy that I'm responsible for their state. As I raise my eyes again they connect with his and I can't look away. There is so much emotion swirling in the blue depths that it makes my breath catch in my throat. Even though he hasn't actually returned the words yet, he really doesn't need to. I can read it in his face plain as day. It would still be nice to hear it. "If I'd listened to what my heart was trying to tell me last night, I'd have said it then...and I'd have stayed. The emotions were there...when we were together, but I was too scared to accept it. Now I'm more scared of losing you than I am of anything else. I love you." Oh god. He said it. I'm betting the smile on my face right now could rival the sun. I raise my head to return the kiss he gave me earlier but I pause just before I press my lips to his, long enough to whisper, "Show me." Then our mouths are fused together and our tongues are dancing against each other. I can feel the heat and strength of his body pressed flush with mine, his one hand tangling tightly in my hair. *Chris' POV* I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing him say it. He loves me. Adam loves me. I roll that thought around in my head for a moment and this time there is no intense feeling of panic taking over. Instead I feel all warm and tingly. It has nothing to do with the fact that I have him pinned beneath me and I've just kissed him senseless. Okay maybe that has a little bit to do with it, but can you blame me? It's also removed all the roadblocks to confessing my own feelings to him. It bubbles out of me like water from a fountain and I have this overwhelming sense of relief now that I've finally said it out loud. The look on his face... he's practically fucking glowing and I'm the one that put that look there. Yep, it's all because of me. That's a huge boost to my ego, which despite appearances to the contrary on the show, hasn't been all that out of control lately. When he leans in towards me, I'm so caught up in the anticipation of his kiss that I almost miss his whispered words. Show him? You bet your ass I'll show him. Now that I've finally gotten the green light that I've been looking forward to since I saw him walking down the aisle in that tux... I won't have any problems at all with fulfilling that request. I know we have other things to deal with yet, most pointedly this irrational jealousy I seem to have when it comes to Mark, but that can wait until later. For now I have much more pressing issues, like the one pressing so deliciously against my ass right now. Then he's kissing me and I'm wrapping my hand tighter in his hair holding him in place so that I can thoroughly plunder the lushness of his mouth. I've decided that the drink he had the other night has nothing to do with how he tasted then. It's just Adam's own sweet flavor and I'm still completely enthralled by it. His tongue tangling with mine keeps drawing me back for just one more taste or that's the excuse that I'll use. When it's finally to the point where I think I'll pass out if I don't get a little air, I break the kiss and work my way down his throat. As my other hand wanders down his chest and brushes a nipple he moans loudly, the vibrations from his throat strong against my searching lips. I tease my fingers over his chest again and get the same result but with an added twist. Apparently he's ready to do a little teasing of his own. His grip suddenly loosens around my waist and then his hands slip down to grab hold of my ass as he thrusts his hips upward pressing his hard length even more firmly against me. Fuck me. Oh! Didn't I have a thought about that last night? Something about the next time we did this... As I gently scrape my teeth over the skin covering his jugular vein, I fist my hands in his shirt and try to pull it loose. I say try because the damn thing is stuck fast. I growl out my frustration against his neck before sitting up, his cock settling nicely along the cleft of my ass as I do so. If I weren't so frustrated, I'd be enjoying that sensation a whole lot more. With my hands still fisted in the black cotton I scowl at him. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go change your clothes. What is with this fucking shirt?" He apparently finds my obvious frustration hilarious. He laughs loudly which earns him another scowl. "What is your problem with this shirt? You seemed to like it well enough last night." Ouch. I really didn't want to go there. Especially right now when I have much better things I'd rather be doing...like Adam. "Mark." It's one word mumbled quietly under my breath, but apparently he hears it all the same. He looks confused for a moment, but then there is a knowing look in his eyes. He smiles gently at me and then the next thing I know, I'm on my back with him sprawled on top of me. He raises one hand to play with the tips of my hair as he smiles at me. "You remember earlier when you told me that I'm yours?" The hard look I give him challenges him to deny the truth of it, but he just keeps smiling and waits for my stilted nod. "You and I both know it's true, but there are two conditions that come with your ownership," he says, the last word rolling off his tongue like water over a waterfall. Conditions? How can he put conditions on something like...us? I'm about to object most vociferously when he puts one finger over my lips and smiles at me again. "You and I both know how I am, and there are bound to be times I piss you off...like tonight," he says with a smirk. Didn't I tell you he knows me well? "Just because I am most likely the biggest flirt ever, does not mean that it's going any farther than that. You know that, even if you are having trouble remembering it right now." I nod contritely at him. I haven't heard of anyone in the company other than me that he's actually gone past the flirting stage with, even if he does flirt with damn near everyone. Since we are all pretty much shit for keeping secrets, I'd bet that's because there is no one else. That doesn't mean my insecurities will disappear over night though. "I'll try to keep it to a minimum, at least until you feel more secure, but I want a promise from you." Once again I'm thankful that he understands me so well. I know that I don't really want him to change, because his personality is part of what draws me to him, but I appreciate that he's willing to make the concession for me. I wait to hear what he wants me to promise him, already knowing that I'll agree to it no matter what it is. "If I do something that does upset you, I want you to talk to me about it. Don't tuck it away and let it build up. I don't want you to start doubting me or how I feel about you. I love you, Chris. I already know that I'm yours, you just have to remember it." "I promise that I'll talk to you, though you may have to wait until I'm done pitching a fit," I say to him with a grin. "I don't want you to change who you are. Besides, we need something to fight about occasionally so we can have great make-up sex." He shakes his head and laughs. "How about we just skip the fighting and have lots of make-up type sex instead?" "Deal. So what was that second condition that I have to agree to?" The first one worked out to be a good one, let's hope the second does as well. "Don't worry. I think you're going to like this one." With that evil smirk on his face, I have no doubt that I will like it. "The second condition to your keeping me...lock, stock, and barrel... is that you have us both naked within the next sixty seconds." I probably should apologize for shoving him off of me like I just did, but that's one condition I intend to fulfill with all possible haste. Speed stripping anyone? I stand up on the bed, thankful that I've already taken my shoes off, as I strip off my shirt. He's lying on his back on the bed, hands behind his head, grinning ear to ear. At some point, he kindly untucked that damn shirt, which will make my task oh so much easier. I grin back at him as I jerk open the fastenings on my pants, not caring at all if I end up having to replace them. One quick shove at the waistband and my pants and my briefs are down around my knees. I step out of them and proceed to pounce on my beautiful blond. I've got this in the bag. *Adam's POV* You could have knocked me over with a feather when I realized what Chris' issues were with my shirt. I should have realized that he's still not really over what happened with Hunter, even if he seems to think he has it all figured out. We'll be okay though. I know he said that he doesn't want me to change, but I think I'll keep the flirting on the down low for awhile, at least until he understands exactly how I feel about him. I think once he understands that there is absolutely nothing more important to me than him, he'll get over some of those lurking insecurities. If he doesn't, then I'll just have to work even harder to make him understand. He's worth it. He took right to my challenge. I thought that maybe that would perk him up a bit. After all, if I'm that desperate to have him, and it doesn't matter how - over me, under me - maybe both by the end of the night, that's got to be a hint that he's all that I need. I untucked my shirt to give him a bit of an edge, no pun intended. If he doesn't have to fight with it, it'll get me what I want that much faster. I can't help but smile as he tosses off his clothes with no regard for where they're ending up. When he lands on top of me, completely naked, I let out an exaggerated groan, which earns me a wicked smile. I look towards the clock with a raised brow and then look back at him. His hands diving under my shirt distract me quite nicely and in just a few seconds he has it peeled off of me. As he tosses it off the side he's already reaching for the button on my jeans and makes short work of both that and the zipper. He peels them open and he pauses for a moment as he takes note that I'm not wearing anything underneath them. I really should have been prepared for it seeing as how he was hovering right above the open fly of my jeans, but I wasn't. His warm wet tongue sliding over the head of my cock still surprises me. My hands automatically find purchase in his hair, as I gasp. He pulls away before I recover from that little shock, tugging at the top of my jeans so that he can slide them off of me. I lift my hips to aid him without thought and he grunts as he pulls them over my hips. "Shit. Any tighter and those damn things would have cut off your circulation," he says with a smirk as he's dragging them down my thighs, his fingers burning a path over my skin as he does so. "You know you like them that way," I return with a smirk of my own as I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. He shakes his head as he finally remembers that he has to remove my boots in order to get my jeans off. He pulls them off and tosses them behind him without looking. I hear something shatter, but can't raise enough interest to look to see what it was. He's back to work on my jeans and as he gets them clear of my body he tosses them behind him, where they land nicely draped across the blank television screen. Crawling back up my body slowly like a lazy jungle cat he straddles one of my legs. I can feel his heavy length pressing against my sensitive skin, not to mention the slightly wet trail left behind on my inner thigh. I shudder slightly remembering how he tasted last night. "So...how'd I do?" he asks as he rests his hands on either side of my hips and dips his head closer to my hard shaft. I don't really have the foggiest idea and considering the fact that the only clock in the room doesn't count off the seconds, I couldn't have kept track anyway. That's on top of the fact that I was too damn distracted myself to even make the effort to look if there had been another clock. Now probably isn't a good time to tease him, but I just can't seem to help myself. It's my nature after all. "Actually it took you about ninety seconds to finish." I barely manage to hold a straight face as his head jerks up. He's looking at me with his mouth hanging wide open and I can't hold back a huge smile. "I think that I'll let you make it up to me though, seeing as it was me you got distracted by...or part of me anyway." The look he shoots at me is purely wicked. You'd think I'd have learned by now, but oh no, not me. My previously noted porn-star affliction kicks in as he slips his tongue up the length of my shaft and runs it around the crown. By the time he wraps his lips around me, I've already gasped, moaned, and managed to tangle one hand in his hair. My other hand is clenched in a death grip in the sheets. "Yes," I hiss as he bobs his head slowly, pulling more of my cock into his hot mouth with each descent. "Fuck...suck me, Baby." As much as I love this teasing, that's all it is at the moment and I'm already to the point of desperate. If he were actually seriously going down on me, I'd probably shoot in 2.5 seconds. Doesn't say much for my longevity right now, but as sexy as he is...who could blame me? He offers just a hint of suction as he raises his head drawing a whimper from me. Have I mentioned that I love his mouth? The next time he raises his head, he sucks hard as he draws up my shaft. I think he's finally going to get down to business and bring me off, but he obviously has other ideas. The head of my cocks slips from his mouth with a loud pop and then he raises his head, a heated look in his eyes. "As good as you taste, Sweetheart, I've got other plans for this." He runs the back of one finger along the front of my cock. That and the hundred or so X-rated thoughts that run through my head about what he might want to do have me gritting my teeth to keep from begging. "Right side drawer," he says with a smirk before bending his head to tease his tongue over my cock again. I'm supposed to move while he's doing that? *Chris' POV* I'm pretty sure I actually made it in less than sixty seconds, but I'm not going to argue about it. I'm just happy to have us both naked. As I'm crawling up his body, I stop to play a little. I've wanted another taste of him ever since the first one I had last night and now is my chance. I crave the sounds he's making as I lave him with my tongue. Have I mentioned that I love how vocal he is? True, there are times he would be better off keeping his mouth shut, but while I'm making love to him is definitely not one of them. His cock fills my mouth and it's already starting to make my jaw ache. The discomfort is worth it though just to hear the sounds coming from him. I can't help the small moan that slips from me as I think that the ache in my jaw is going to be nothing compared to the soreness I'll have from having his cock buried in my ass, but I can guarantee that that too will be worth it. I'm so hard right now that my cock is already leaking and I can feel the wetness on his thigh as I shift against him. He asks so nicely that I almost want to give in to his plea and suck him off, but I've got other plans which don't include waiting for recovery time, as short as it may be. Pulling my mouth from around his cock with a loud pop, I tell him exactly that. I can't help but continue teasing him though and it takes him a moment to get his bearings and reach for the drawer. As he pulls out the bottle of strawberry-flavored lube, all I can say is thank god for hotel gift shops. I'd almost forgotten about that little necessity for my make-up plan, but thankfully remembered as I passed the store in the lobby. He lays the bottle next to my hand and it takes me a moment to realize that he thinks that I wanted it for myself. While I'm happy to know that he enjoyed last night enough to make it a repeat performance, I have every intention of pointing out to him that this relationship will be completely equal. Or at least that's my excuse...the truth is that I want to feel him inside me, plain and simple. I manage to tear myself away from his cock long enough to grab the bottle and crawl up so that I can drape myself completely on top of him. I hiss in pleasure as our cocks rub against each other, smooth skin on smooth skin. Tangling my hands in his hair, I spend a wonderfully happy moment plundering his mouth before sitting up and smiling at him. Of course I'm going to be smiling, considering where my ass is resting right now, but it won't be for long. I pop open the lid on the lube and pour some over my fingers. Lifting my hips, I look into his eyes and let him in for my plans for tonight even as my fingers slip down towards my ass. "As much as I loved having you last night, tonight I want..." My breath hitches as I slip a finger around my own entrance and then gently slip it in. "I want to feel you inside me." His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes exactly what I'm doing and they grow even more heated with my admission. You've heard the expression "eating someone with your eyes?" Yep that's pretty much the look he's directing at me right now and that just makes me want him that much sooner. I'm just about to add a second digit to the one I've been sliding in and out of my ass, when he gently pulls my hand away. I yelp as he suddenly flips me to my back on the mattress and settles himself on his stomach between my legs. "As fucking sexy as that was, Chris, I think I'd like to take care of it myself," he growls as he grabs the lube lying next to us. Far be it from me to argue with him if that's what he wants. A moment later and I'm really damn glad that I took that position or rather he has taken the position that he has. He opens the lube and pours it liberally over his own fingers. As he tosses the bottle next to me, I'm waiting for his fingers to start preparing me. He on the other hand threw me a curveball. Slipping one arm under my right thigh until it was propped over his shoulder, he bent his head and ran his tongue over my balls before letting it slide even lower. I'd heard about rimming, who hasn't? But I'd never actually had anyone do it to me before. I'm pretty much out of it right now due to the fact that he's probing my ass with his tongue. Fucking hell that feels good. By the time he's done with that little gem I'm a whimpering, whining mess. Have I mentioned that I love his tongue? Even as he slips a finger inside me, my muscles clenching tightly around it, he has his tongue and mouth busy. From licking the sensitive skin surrounding his finger to sucking my balls into his mouth and running his tongue over them, he's got me wound up tight as a spring. I barely notice the second finger sliding in until he uses both to nudge my prostate. I thrust against his fingers and I'm thinking I'm more than ready for him. He disagrees. "Adam, now...please." It sounds more like a demand than a request. He pulls his mouth from my inner thigh long enough to tell me no. He goes back to darkening the mark he's already put on me, but I could care less right now because it's not anywhere I'll have to cover with make-up. Hell I probably wouldn't care if he put it somewhere I would have to. He starts pushing in a third finger and damn that stings a little bit. If I were capable of actually thinking straight, I would most likely appreciate the fact that he wants me well prepared, but I'm not thinking straight at all. As the burn recedes to a dull ache, I refuse to wait any longer. "Adam, now!" Pulling his arm from under my thigh, he gets up on his knees and smiles down at me. "Are you always this damn bossy when you're getting some?" he asks as he slowly pulls his fingers from me. I whine quietly, partially at the loss and partially in anticipation of something much better taking their place. I'm not sure if he honestly expected an answer to his question, but I try it anyway. "No. Yes. Hell I don't know. It's not like my brain is actually functioning at 100% when I've just had your fingers up my ass." As I grab the lube and scramble onto my knees facing him, I can see him biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Would you please..." I cut myself off when I realize exactly what I'd just about said. So sorry...King of the World moment there. He knows what I was going to say though and can't hold in his laughter anymore. It's cut off rather abruptly by my mouth covering his and I swallow his low moan as my now-slick hand wraps around his length. The slight hint of strawberry in his mouth reminds me of what he did to get it there and drives me temporarily insane. I search his mouth hungrily for every last taste of berry as my hand strokes slowly up and down his hard shaft. Once I'm sure it's thoroughly coated...hey I may be blond, but I'm not stupid...I wrap my arms around his waist and roll him onto his back. I think I'd like to control the speed of my impalement the first time around, thank you very much. I straddle his hips and when he realizes my intentions he kindly holds his cock in position for me. As I push backwards and feel the head brush against my puckered entrance, I take a deep breath and try to relax. I lower myself slowly until the head breaches the tight ring of muscle. And I thought three fingers hurt? He's trying to help me relax even before I start panting my way through the pain, his fingers running soothingly over my hip and his voice gentle as he talks to me. How the hell is he still talking right now? I greatly appreciate every word though...from how much he loves and wants me to how beautiful I look right now. I almost snort over that last bit, except that I can tell he genuinely means it. By the time I've calmed enough to move, his eyes are clenched shut and there is a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead. I'm not exactly sure if that's from holding back the need to move or the fact that I've left crescent shaped marks on both his biceps from where I had my hands clenched. Whoops. Hopefully those will fade completely by next week. Deciding that I'm ready for more, I let gravity take over and slowly lower myself until I can feel his hipbones digging into the back of each of my thighs. *Adam's POV* I wonder briefly, very briefly, exactly when he found the time to pick up a bottle of lube. Considering the fact that before last night he wasn't planning on having sex with anyone in the near future, I doubt it was something he was carrying with him. I wonder, again briefly between swipes of his tongue, if he was that confident that we'd end up here together or just that hopeful. Either way I don't suppose it matters, the fact that we are here together right now is enough to make me happy that he had the foresight to get it. I place the lube by his hand, just a little bit eager...okay make that a lot eager, to feel him inside me again. Last night had to be the most intensely pleasurable sexual experience I've ever had. It could be because it was the first time I've ever bottomed, but I think that more likely it's due to the fact that I really love the person that I was with. I'd be a fool not to want a repeat performance, no matter how I look at it. By the time he's done kissing me, I'm pretty much ready to beg him to get on with it...with or without taking the time to get me ready. I watch as he pours the lube onto his fingers and I'm ready and willing to spread my legs for him, when he starts talking. The burning look in his eyes holds me spellbound as he tells me that he wants me inside him. Am I going to argue with him? Oh hell no! Whatever Chris wants...Chris gets. It takes me a moment to realize exactly what he's doing with his lube covered fingers and I let my eyes drop down to where he's already preparing himself. That is the fucking sexiest damn thing I've ever seen and I'm sure that at some point I'll want to watch that particular show in it's entirety...but right now I don't think my poor heart, or my poor throbbing cock, could take it. Besides that, the first time I have him, I want to be completely involved in every detail. I pull his hand gently away from his ministrations and roll him beneath me. Even as I lay claim to the right to get him ready, the thought rolls through my head that there is something else that I've never tried. If I'm going to try it with anyone, it sure as hell would be Chris. I'm not too worried about technique, because I'm pretty sure that there isn't a wrong way to rim someone. The gasp of surprise as my tongue slips over his hole let's me know that I've taken him by surprise. I love the little sounds of pleasure slipping from his mouth as I push my tongue inside him. That alone makes it worth the effort. He's got me so turned on just by the sounds that he's making that I know I need to start stretching him. I want to make sure he's well prepared, because the last thing I want to do is risk hurting him. Even as I slip one finger into his tight sheath, I continue teasing him with my tongue. The taste of strawberries covers his natural flavor, which I was enjoying, but the lube is necessary so I'll make do. As I slip in a second finger, I nudge his prostate and he's thrusting back on my fingers for more. I want to give in to his demand, but without trying to sound conceited, I know that he's not really ready. He's frustrated with my denial, but I think he'd rather be a little frustrated now than a lot sore later. I can't help the urge to mark him in some way and since I don't want him smacking me upside the head because he has to cover it up, I go for a tender spot on his inner thigh. Mine. He hisses slightly as I insert the third finger and I immediately slow my pace. As tight as he is around my fingers, I can't wait to feel him wrapped around me. This time when he voices his demand, I can't deny him any longer. I was hoping for begging and pleading, but there is no way that I can hold out on him long enough to make it a reality. I do make a point of his bossiness and I can't help but smile over it. He has no problem at all with letting me know what he wants and I love that, but it doesn't mean that I can't tease him about it. The fact that I shook him up enough that he reverted to character cracks me up, even if he did catch himself before he spit out the rest of it. My humor flees quickly as he claims my mouth, searching it like a man on a mission. His slicked hand wraps firmly around my cock, drawing a low moan of pleasure from me, which is muted by his mouth. His arms band around me and suddenly I'm looking at the ceiling. Recognizing that this position will most likely be easier on him, I have no objections at all and I reach down to hold my cock steady as he prepares to lower himself onto it. He wastes little time and I moan as the head of my cock slips into his snug tunnel. I can feel the slight shaking of his body, not to mention the harsh bite of his nails digging into my arms, and I set about trying to soothe him as much as I possibly can. Rubbing my hand gently over his hip, I run a monologue of the thoughts that are running through my head...how much I want him, how much I love him, and how fucking beautiful he looks sitting on top of me. I'm not sure that he actually understands what the hell I'm saying since he's breathing like he's just run a marathon, but the sound of my voice seems to help him relax. I feel myself breaking out in a sweat as I close my eyes and clamp down on the urge to thrust up into him. I feel him start his slow descent onto my now throbbing length and I forcibly peel my eyes open to watch him. When he finally settles himself in my lap, he lets out a small whimper and I continue rubbing his hip to try calming him. "Chris, you know... you don't have to..." I guess I really should have said that earlier, but I was just a little preoccupied. My voice is anything but steady as I feel his muscles clenching around me. Damn does it feel good. So good that I'm fighting to stop myself from exploding into his tight heat right now. I almost smile as I imagine him smacking me upside the head for doing just that. More likely I'd be smacking myself though. He shakes his head frantically as he takes a few deep breaths. "No. Want to," is all that he manages to say, but I get it nonetheless. I'm overwhelmed by the need to kiss him again and just maybe that will distract him a tiny bit from the pain until he adjusts. I reach frantically above my head and snag the pillows, pulling them behind me. Wrapping one arm around his waist, I use the other to move until my back is situated against the pillows. His hands settle on my shoulders and now that we're at eye level, I think of all kinds of ways to distract him. Laying one hand on the back of his neck, I pull him closer so that I can nibble gently on his parted lips, my thumb stroking gentle circles over the pulse beneath it. I let my other hand roam his body at random...teasing over the swell of his hip, the curve of his ass, the strong muscles of his back. His mouth finally opens to me and I set to exploring every inch of it, my tongue occasionally twining with his in an erotic dance. I move my hand from the back of his body to the front, lingering momentarily as I brush my fingers gently over his nipples, his quiet whine echoing from his mouth into mine. My hand drops lower, fingers splaying over his ribs before dipping to explore the contours of his abdomen. I have mentioned that I like slightly squishy Chris, haven't I? I can't contain my smile over that thought, which makes kissing him just a little bit difficult, so I move my mouth from his lips to the curve of his neck where I can hide it just a bit better. My fingers comb slowly through the light hair surrounding his swollen cock as I drop my other hand to his hip. Tossing his head back, exposing more of his smooth skin to my exploration, he moans and I can feel the reverberations from his throat against my lips. "Touch me. Please, touch me." His voice husky and needy...I love hearing him like this. As always, what Chris wants Chris gets. I fist my hand around the top of his shaft and brush my thumb over the tip, smearing the leaking fluid around the head and the crown. His hips buck, forcing more of his length through my hand and I hear a slight hiss as his ass clenches even tighter around my cock. I can feel his face nuzzling against the top of my head as I feast on his neck...licking, sucking, and nibbling. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls gently until I'm looking up at him. I honestly don't understand how anyone who has ever seen him like this... cheeks flushed, hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, slightly glazed eyes... could ever want to let him go. That is one mistake I don't plan on making. He closes his eyes and leans towards me so that our foreheads are touching and then he flexes his legs, raising himself slowly up the length of my cock before lowering himself with the same agonizing slowness. He kisses me again...slowly, lazily...matching it to the gentle rhythm of his body. He's trying to kill me, I know he is. Words flow between kisses and after a bit of gentle persuasion, he begins his ride in earnest. I'm lost in sensation... his smooth skin, his musky scent, his sweet lips, his gravelly voice, and the tight heat of him wrapped around me. *Chris' POV* As much as I appreciate the fact that he offers me an out, there is no way in hell that I’m taking it. I don't care if it is painful. I love the feeling of him stretching me, filling me. I'm fully aware of the shift in positions as he props himself against the pillows. Then I'm drowning in his touch, which seems to be everywhere at once. Gentle nipping kisses and his hands mapping out my body, each touch designed to ease me from pain to pleasure. By the time his fingers tickle through the hair at my groin I'm ready to beg for his touch...and I do with no shame at all. He continues his gentle ministrations, and has me tied up in knots in no time. I pull his mouth from me by gently winding my fingers in his silky blond hair. As I look in his eyes, I can see his need...his desire for me shining blatantly in the green depths. Now that my ass is no longer burning and all that is left is this delicious sensation of being filled completely, I'm more than ready to continue this little journey to bliss with him. Rolling my hips slowly, I begin my teasingly sensuous ride. I know exactly what I'm doing to him when I lean in to kiss him slowly, gently. See I have this feeling...call it intuition. I know Adam pretty damn well and even though he surprises me every once in awhile, like tonight, I'm usually bang-on when it comes to knowing how he thinks. He's worried that he'll hurt me and he'll restrain himself...hold part of himself back to avoid that at all costs. I've caught him doing the same thing in the ring and though this is a completely different arena, the premise is the same. I can almost guarantee that if the thought hasn't crossed his mind already, it will. Now normally I don't mind a bit of coddling here and there, but I do not want that to set the tone for our whole relationship, so I have a plan of my own. I'm going to push him to his limits, coax him towards losing control, and if that doesn't work than I'll just bitch until I get my way. Once he realizes that he doesn't need to treat me with kid gloves then hopefully it will be a mute issue. I'm greedy; I want all of him...heart, mind, body, and soul. Now some people would argue that it isn't a big deal...it's just sex. That's where they are wrong. It's a connection. We all form a lot of connections during our relationships. The sexual connection may not be the most important one formed between two people, but it is one of the most powerful. I refuse to let him cheat either one of us out of it because he's trying to protect me. Even if I do end up a little bit sore, I won't regret it at all. Then again I could just admit that I want him to fuck the hell out of me and that wouldn't be a lie either. Sometimes I like a little roughness with my sex and I'd rather he know that from the start. So sue me, we all have kinks. No matter which way you look at it, I will have my way. So right now we'll do slow and gentle, but that will only last so long before I turn things up a notch. Devious little thing, aren't I? Each roll of my hips sends the head of his cock skittering across my prostate. Not enough pressure to drive me crazy yet, but there are definitely little sparks over slow intervals. In between our slow lazy kisses we trade words. I honestly couldn't swear to you which one of us said which words, but I could probably make a pretty good guess. "Love you." A happy sigh. "Need you." Accompanied by a muted groan. "So full. So good." A gasp. "Faster." A growl followed by a whimper. "Oh Yes!" Loud and sibilant followed by the sound of skin meeting skin. "Harder." One hand closing over another in direction. "Yes...Just like that." Moaning, panting, gasping. "Fuck." A quiet snicker. "Aren't we?" A loud peal of husky laughter broken off by a moan. "Not enough. More." Slow licking of lips followed by a whine of appreciation. "Tell me." A heated kiss followed by a groan. "You on top." Shifting on the bed and the loud protesting of the springs. And now...now I'll finally get what I want. I'm flat on my back, my hands against the headboard with him over me. Exactly where I want to be. He's being way too gentle with me right now though...told you I was right. That's about to change in a big hurry. *Adam's POV* For a second there when he said 'not enough' my eyebrows just about disappeared into my hairline. Considering that I was buried balls-deep inside him at the time, I thought maybe a little clarification was in order. I know that I said what Chris wants, Chris gets, but there are bodily limits obviously. I'm still not exactly sure what he meant by that, but he wanted me on top so that's what I gave him. He's got his legs wrapped around me, trying to prod me to go a little faster...harder...something, but I still don't want to hurt him. He has me wound up tighter than a spring and with the way I feel about him it's killing me to hold back, but it's better than the alternative. He seems to disagree with me. "Adam, I'm not going to break." "I know that. It's just..." His growl cuts me off as much as the sharp jerk on my hair. "No way...Don't you dare hold back on me. If you don't fuck the hell out of me right now, I swear...we won't have sex at all for a week." Damn. That's kind of cruel. I lay my forehead against his chest for a minute and consider my options. What the hell am I thinking? There are no options. There is no way that I can keep my hands off him for a week...not now that I know what it's like to be with him. And I did say I'd give him anything he wanted, didn't I? "Trust me." His hand runs gently through my hair and I sigh against his stomach. I look up at him and he smiles at me. That's what it comes down to, doesn't it? Trusting that he knows what he needs. I return his smile and then bend to give him a quick kiss. "If that's what you want," I say even as I'm changing position. His frantic nod makes me laugh even as I hook my arms under his thighs and spread them further apart. I take a deep breath as I pull out and grin wickedly at him as I glide back in. He scowls at me, but I keep that grin locked firmly on my face. The next time around I give in and give him what he wants, slamming back into him forcefully, making sure to glance his prostate as I do. "Fuck!" I'd call that a damn near shriek, but in the next breath he manages one more word. "More." So I give him more. For the next minute or two I fuck him hard and fast, but manage to just brush against his prostate with each stroke. He's got his hands flush against the headboard pushing himself back into every thrust. The headboard is bouncing off the wall...rather loudly, as a matter of fact. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, and neck arched...so beautiful in the throes of passion. I think I could just look at him like this for hours. "Good," he draws the word out to three syllables followed by a hiss as I brush his sweet spot. He arches his back so far it's a wonder he doesn't throw it out and he fixes his lower lip firmly between his teeth. "So good," he manages to spit out as I draw back this time. I guess I don't have to ask if he's enjoying himself, do I? He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes slumberous and almost completely black, and shocks me yet again. "More." More? More? I think I've finally gotten the point he was trying to make. I pull my right arm from under him and shift to a kneeling position, pulling his right ankle up and hooking it over my left shoulder. Using my arm wrapped around his thigh for leverage I twist my hips as I thrust into him aiming directly for his prostate. His hands fall from the headboard to twist in the sheets as he lets out a wail. I alternate grunts, moans, and his name as I deliver a few deep thrusts, the bedsprings squeaking along in protest. Before long he's reaching for his cock, which is laying against his stomach, hard and leaking. I brush his hand away and wrap my own loosely around his throbbing length. I keep my strokes light and gentle as opposed to the way I'm now pounding into his ass. Broken words fall from his lips. I'm pretty sure I caught fuck, good, yes, and my name in there somewhere. May I just say...I thought I was loud? Chris damn near puts me to shame in that category. I feel his muscles drawing tighter around me and I know he can't last much longer. I grip him tighter and stroke him a bit faster. He confirms my knowledge a moment later as he manages to blurt out a few words. "Gonna...oh god." My name follows in a shout seconds later. His come erupts over my hand, his abdomen, and his chest. He clamps down so tightly on my cock that I can hardly move, not that it really matters. I follow him seconds later, pouring myself into his snug heat as I scream his name. *Chris' POV* Yes, yes, yes, yes! By Jove, I think he's finally got it. And damn he's got it...good. I'm not really thinking coherently at all at this point because he's battering my prostate like he's trying to storm the castle walls. Each strike sends lightning bolts up and down my spine and sparks to my throbbing cock. I reach for my cock with the intention of bringing myself off, but he brushes my hand away. The teasing strokes he gives me contrasts drastically to the way he's fucking me and it's driving me damn near insane. I'm writhing beneath him and I'm close, so close. I can feel my orgasm coiling in my groin and that's when he shifts gears with the hand on my cock. A few fast, hard strokes later and I'm shooting all over his hand and myself. I'm breathing hard and fast completely rung out by my release. I hear him shout my name a few seconds later and he's exploding inside me. He leans slightly into my leg, his arm wrapped tightly around it, as he huffs and puffs from both his exertions and his orgasm. Once he manages to catch his breath, he pulls slowly from me, soliciting a slight wince from yours truly. I was hoping he'd miss it, but when he immediately opens his mouth to say something I know I didn't get that lucky. I toss a hand up to forestall whatever he plans on saying and say, "I'm fine. Come here." He looks at me like he's not quite sure he believes me, but he does crawl up beside me. I tangle one hand in his hair, pull him half on top of me, and kiss him deep and slow. I lick his swollen lower lip as I pull away and smile up at him. "I'm fine. I love you." He finally seems to believe me and gives me an almost shy smile in return. Adam...shy? He nuzzles against my shoulder and then lifts his head to look at me. "Love you, too." He smiles at me for a moment before he rolls off the bed and heads into the bathroom. He walks back out a moment later with a damp washcloth and wipes the cooling come off my chest, stomach, and ass. I could maybe get to like his pampering, although if I admitted it it would probably shock both of us. After tossing the washcloth back into the bathroom he comes back and crawls up on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he hands it to me and I tuck it under my head. Shifting slightly he grabs the top of the comforter from the end of the bed and pulls it up over us before settling his head against my shoulder, one arm draped over my stomach and chest. I guess I'm doubling as a pillow tonight, not that I mind. I feel his fingers moving lightly over my chest and just manage to make out that he's written his name over top of my heart. Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair. I'm just considering taking a little nap to revive myself so that I can wake him up properly a little bit later when the phone rings out from the bedside table. He startles at the loud sound prompting a smile from me, and then he growls and rolls to his back reaching with one long arm until he grabs hold of the phone. "Jay, if that's you...so help me god..." he trails off and I can hear a muted voice on the other end of the line. I'm pretty sure it isn't Jay, he'd know better than to interrupt us right now. But if it's not Jay, then who is it? *Adam's POV* I'm not one hundred percent sure that he's fine, but he insists that he is. I'll drop it for now, but if I see him wince one more time, I may just go get him an ice pack and not for his head. I could just imagine the reaction I'd get for doing that. It probably wouldn't be pretty. I'm quite happily wrapped around Chris and thinking seriously of sleeping for awhile. I should call Jay's phone and leave a message, but I don't really feel like moving so it can wait until morning. I don't realize I'm scrawling my name on his chest with my fingers until I'm almost finished. His fingers running through my hair makes me smile, I'm sure it's a pretty damn goofy one, and snuggle a little bit closer to him. I'm thinking again about sleeping for awhile when there is a loud ring from behind me. Quite honestly it scared the hell out of me just because I wasn't expecting it. Chris is probably laughing his ass off because I practically ended up on top of him, but I don't want to look to find out. I roll onto my back and reach for the annoying contraption, picking it up just after the second ring. My greeting is a bit snippy and if it is Jay I'll probably feel bad after all he's done to help us work things out. Surprisingly it isn't Jay on the other end. I listen to the voice on the phone and as soon as I realize who it is and what he's saying, I can feel a blush staining my cheeks. I can feel Chris' eyes on me and I know he's wondering who it is. "I can't make any promises, but we'll try." Out of the corner of my eye I see him raise one brow over my reply, but he can wait until this conversation is over to find out what I was talking about. "Okay, we'll see you soon. Good night." I hang up the phone and roll back into Chris' arms, hiding my face against his chest. I know I'm blushing, but I really can't help it. " Who was it?" I can't tell for sure if he's irritated by the interruption or just curious. I settle on curious when I feel his fingers running through my hair again. I look up at him, hoping he'll forgo commenting on the color of my cheeks, and spit out a name. "Mark." I see the brief flare of anger in his eyes and I almost sigh. Didn't we go over this already? I put one finger over his lips to stop the tirade I can see coming because I know he'd feel pretty bad if he said what he was thinking right now, considering that he's got it all wrong. "He has the room next door." I see confusion replacing the anger in his eyes at that moment and I almost laugh before I can get the next part out. "Apparently he has company and he wanted to know if now that we've obviously made up we can keep the noise down to a dull roar." I feel the heat flooding my face again and his sudden loud laugh doesn't help matters at all. "Can't make any promises, eh?" he says once he's done laughing, a wicked smile on his face. I shake my head at him and smile. "Nope. Not when I'm pretty sure that it's not one I'll keep. Right now though, I think we could both use a nap." Just as I finish speaking he covers his mouth and yawns. "I hope that's because I tired you out and not because you're bored with the company." He smacks me lightly on the arm and smiles. "You know that it is. Now go to sleep." I settle down against his chest again and listen to his heart beating in his chest, strong and steady. In no time at all I fall asleep. *Chris' POV* I feel really bad about the way I first reacted to Mark's call. I know that it shouldn't bother me. Adam won't cheat on me...I know it. I know that Mark wouldn't do that to me either, but for some reason it still bothers me. Hopefully that will fade with time once I feel more secure about our relationship. Once Adam explained the reason for the phone call, and the fact that Mark had his own company, I couldn't help but laugh. Obviously we were loud enough to wake the dead...or a Deadman. I smirk over the mental pun. If he had company, I really doubt he was asleep, but we haven't heard anything from that side of the wall so whoever else is over there isn't as noisy as either Adam or I. His even breaths puffing gently against my chest tell me that he's already fallen asleep. Eventually I stop thinking so hard about everyone and everything and let the heat of his body lull me into slumber. **** "Do I have something on my face?" Don't ask me how, but even before I opened my eyes I just knew that he was watching me. "No." I can hear the humor in his voice. I open my eyes and see that he's lying beside me with his head propped on one hand, smiling like a loon. "Then why..." I roll onto my side to face him, mimicking his position. "...Are you staring at me while I'm sleeping?" "I was just admiring how you drool on your pillow." Oh he did not just say that. I reach out and tickle him for a moment, trying to forget the fact that we're both naked as the day we were born, while he squirms, laughs, and tries to push my hands away. I'd let myself linger on that thought if it weren't for bodily urges. Pulling away from him, I get up and head into the bathroom to take care of business. I brush my teeth while I'm in there because I plan on kissing the breath right out of him once I get back to bed. Neither one of us are leaving this room today if I have my way. As I walk back out into the main room, I get this insane itch on my stomach. Not even thinking about it, I scratch it. Who wouldn't...right? But I realize what a bad idea it was to do so soon after. "You know, in about ten years when you finally succumb to that beer belly that you've been working on, I'll still find that really damn sexy." I'm caught between outrage at him thinking I'll ever actually have a huge stomach and happiness that he is actually thinking of us as being together ten years down the road. The happiness wins out...just barely. "If my stomach gets that big, I'll just let you do the scratching for me, sweetheart," I say with a smile before launching myself onto the bed and straddling his hips. As I lean over him propped up with one hand beside his head, I use the other to play with the ends of his hair. My burgeoning erection is now brushing delightfully against his stomach and I can feel his hardening cock against the curve of my ass. "Good morning," I say huskily as I lean down to cover his mouth with my own. I think I could certainly deal with greeting him this way every morning for the rest of our lives. I'm certainly hoping that he feels the same way. His hands roam up and down my back gently as we spend the next few minutes caught up in kissing each other breathless. As I pull my mouth from his, leaving my body in the same position, he smiles up at me and after catching a breath or two he returns my greeting. "I'd say it's a very good morning. Oh god...morning." His grimace is so funny that I can't help but laugh. "What's the matter, Adam? You turn back into a pumpkin in the morning or what?" He smacks me in the arm and rolls his eyes. "No. I forgot to call Jay." "Why were you going to call Jay? Shouldn't he be off somewhere sunny about now?" "Yes, but he made me promise to call him and let him how our little talk went. You know he'll worry about it until he hears from us. I was supposed to leave him a voicemail." I love the way he bites his lip like that. It makes me want to kiss him silly, but I suppose he won't be happy until he calls Jay. Then again, if we don't call Jay soon, I could just imagine him calling and letting it ring until someone picks it up and I do not want to be interrupted in the middle of something important, if you know what I mean. With an exaggerated sigh I roll to the side and smile at him. "Okay. Let's hurry up and get this over with so we can get back to the fun stuff." I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he laughs. "Sex fiend," he says, laughing as he rolls over to grab the phone. I roll up against his back and throw an arm over his waist as he's dialing. "Like I'll be able to talk with that thing pressed up against me." "Hey! You like this thing. Besides, if I make you moan and scream then he'll figure it out all on his own," I say as I nuzzle my face between his shoulder blades. He turns halfway to glare at me and with the phone part way between us I hear the click of someone answering. "Chris," he whines as he pouts. "N...no, not Chris. It's Jay." I can't help but laugh and neither can Adam. The shakiness of his voice and Dave's loud growl gives us a pretty clear picture of what we just interrupted...or at least some scary thoughts. "Why the hell are you answering the phone?" Adam says as he smothers his laugh. He sucks in a breath as I let my hand drift lower on his stomach. I'm just evil. What can I say? "Be...because you didn't call. Dave!" Jay's whine isn't nearly as cute as Adam's, but then I am biased. We hear some shuffling in the background on the phone and then Dave's voice comes over the line. "Adam, put Chris on the phone." Adam pouts as he hands me the phone, so I place it where he can still hear everything. "Yes, Dave?" I ask, a definite note of cheeriness in my voice. "I take it you and Adam worked things out?" He sounds a bit impatient, but then I don't blame him, especially with the noises I can still hear coming from Jay. That is just way more information than I really want when it comes to Jay and Dave. I decide to retaliate in kind...in a way. "We worked out a lot of things. Which things in particular were you inquiring about?" I let my hand drift lower still until I can wrap it around Adam's semi-hard length. He gasps and pushes his ass back against me before saying my name in a breathy tone. "That's just way more information than I needed Chris." Dave says with a laugh. This is getting way too weird and I am about to end the conversation when Dave does it for me. "Glad to hear that everything is okay, but I'm going to hang up now. We'll see you in a couple of weeks." I hand Adam the phone and he fumbles with it for a moment before managing to get it back in the cradle. "Now...where were we?" I ask even as he's rolling into my arms. *Adam's POV* I couldn't help teasing him when he woke up and caught me staring at him. After all, it wasn't like I was going to mention the real reason that I was staring at him. Just one of my little insecurities at work. Wondering if he was going to wake up and realize that he wasn't ready for all of this...like he had yesterday. I know he felt bad about it last night and how I had reacted to it, but there was still that tiny niggle of fear that it might happen again. His implication that we were heading for the long term pretty much squashed that little niggle, so hopefully it won't rear its ugly head again. I'm really enjoying the banter with him and this kiss...well, I'm sure you can guess how I feel about that. I have to agree with him. It is a good morning. That's when I remember that I forgot to call Jay. Oh lord...I can just imagine him sitting on top of the phone waiting for it to ring. Chris lets me loose so that I can make the call, but he's being a little uncooperative about actually letting me be able to talk while I'm doing it. Considering that I'd much rather just forget the call and wrap myself up in him, I won't complain too much. We both laugh when Jay answers the phone. Didn't I tell ya? This conversation is way too weird with all the background noises from Jay. Then Dave breaks in and I can't help but pout when he asks for Chris. I wanted to poke fun at Jay a little bit more. Of course I'm glad that he took over the phone before he reached down and grabbed a hold of my...no, I'm not going to say it. I can't help my reaction to him despite knowing that Dave will most likely hear the results of it. I might smack him for that later, but right now I am way too preoccupied with what his hand is doing. Then he's handing me the phone to hang up and I just look at it for a moment while I try to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with it. When I hear the dial tone I turn back enough to try to hang it up, but Chris is being distinctly uncooperative again. "Now...where were we?" I roll into his arms and show him exactly where we were. This time is just as wonderful as our first. I won't go into all the details, but let's just say I'm glad that I trusted Chris enough to let him be my first. Hopefully he'll be my last in this particular endeavor as well. **** I did finally talk Chris into letting us leave the room, at least long enough to grab something to eat. On our way down to the hotel restaurant, we run into Hunter. It's kind of weird, but I'm completely cool with the fact that he and Chris are standing a few feet away talking. I still think that Hunter is a complete idiot for giving up Chris for another chance with Shawn, but then the way Chris talks, Hunter didn't really have a choice. Love just works funny that way. Chris seems pretty happy when he walks back over to me. He says that he'll tell me all about what he found out while we're having brunch. It is getting kind of late now for breakfast, but the delay was well worth it. I'm guessing things went well for Hunter and Shawn. Jay and Dave are off on some sandy beach...well, they might be if Jay could hold Dave off long enough for them to get there. I'll have to ask if they enjoyed the wine. It looks like Mark is starting something new with Randy. I'm not sure if I want to know where Ric spent his night. Thinking of Ric and Al together is just kind of...scary, yet cute in some weird way. And Chris and I...are right where we belong. I wasn't sure that we were all going to end up with that happy ending...until this moment. The End ©2005 Raising Kane

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