"Did you and Stacy have fun tonight?"

Randy glanced up from trying to change the time on his watch and met the bemused eyes of Chris Jericho.

"We signed autographs for two hours. If you want to call that fun."

The corner of Chris' mouth turned up in a sardonic grin as he tossed back the covers on his side of the bed and settled himself on the cool sheets.

"I thought spending time with your new love would more than make up for having to suffer through all that."

Chris had the annoying habit of tossing out little barbs like that under the guise of joking. Which would have been fine if he also wasn't in the habit of doing it while he was completely undressed. It made coming up with a snappy retort nearly impossible.

After several seconds of feasting his eyes, Randy blinked and finally answered him

"You do know the difference between real life and a storyline....right?

Stretching with lazy ease, Chris continued to smile sultrily all the while offering a silent invitation to his lover.

"Of course I do," he sighed. "But I also know that working that closely with someone can result in some strange things happening."

Randy tossed his watch on the nightstand before continuing into the bathroom. "Not that strange," he countered icily.

To say that Randy was a little on the cranky side would have been an understatement. But Chris wasn't about to bother asking him why. Only because he already knew the answer.

Ever since the moment Randy had told him that he loved him, things had been different. Not bad...just slightly skewed. Like looking at a reflection in a funhouse mirror. It was easy enough to tell what you were looking at. But the image was hopelessly distorted.

It hadn't changed their physical relationship at all. The sex was still indescribable. But the Randy Chris usually knew was gone. His normal post sex chatter had been replaced by stony silence. The sweet, casual touches he was used to feeling were no longer there. And much to Chris' chagrin he found himself unable to go to sleep most nights because of it.

But if he had his way...and there were very few times that he didn't...it would all change tonight.

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Randy walked back into the bedroom, his resolve to remain aloof shattered by what he saw. The sheet on his side of the bed had been pushed back. Chris lay on his side of the bed, propped up on one elbow, an unfamiliar smile teasing his lips.

"What took you so long?"

Randy stood there, poised between the urge to slide into bed next to the man he had made the mistake of exposing his heart to, and trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

"I was brushing my teeth," he finally said.

Chris wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. "Glad to hear it." Then he threw back the sheets. "Now get into bed."

It was more of an order than an invitation. But like always, one Randy felt powerless to ignore. His thumbs moved to the waistband of his shorts. He tugged briefly... and then stopped. Thinking better of it, he left them on and climbed between the sheets.

Never one to be defeated, Chris continued to smile. Once Randy was settled comfortably, he reached out and gingerly touched his shoulder. "How's it feeling tonight?"

Randy considered moving out of Chris' reach, but that would have meant tumbling off the edge of the bed and on to the floor. And he really didn't want to be any more entertaining than he had to be.

"It's fine. It hurts a little, but I'll live."

He felt the fingers that had been resting lightly against his shoulder, trail slowly across his chest as two lips brushed against his ear.

"I sure hope so."

Randy could feel his body beginning to respond. His heart was already thumping painfully in his chest. And his erection felt trapped inside the snug fitting shorts he was now regretting having left on. But he was still determined to remain distant.

The fact that he had tried it every night since the fateful words had been spoken...and with very little success...didn't daunt him.

And it did nothing to stop Chris. His hand moved down, stopping to mold itself against Randy's pec. He squeezed the flesh gently before teasing the rigid nipple with his fingertips. All the while, his lips kissed the side of his Randy's face gently.

As hard as Randy tried, he couldn't control his breathing. Deep, audible sighs were broken only by the occasional soft gasp of pleasure. He felt his lover's hand resume it's journey and he braced himself.

Inquiring digits whispered against the cotton of his shorts, now dampened by his overwhelming arousal. Each touch seemed just a bit more insistent until Randy was sure he was about to explode. Then without warning the touches stopped. And Chris' hand came up and gently turned his face.

Randy expected to see a triumphant grin. But what he saw instead were two eyes. Both filled with want...and both tempered by just a touch of doubt.

"Would you rather go to sleep?"

It was the perfect opportunity. And Randy's mind screamed at him. "Say yes!"

But his body...and his heart ...betrayed him once again.

"No," he breathed.

Chris didn't respond verbally. Without hesitation he pulled Randy into a long, deep kiss. Tongues wrapping around each other with sinuous grace. Before he even realized it, Randy's shorts had been eased past his slender hips, exposing his desire fully. Wiggling furiously...and never breaking the kiss, he freed himself.

The kiss ended and he waited. He was prepared to roll to his back and offer himself to his lover. What he wasn't prepared for was to be held tightly as Chris pulled him on top, groaning softly as their erections rubbed together.

A firm hand grasped the back of Randy's head, pulling him into another fervent kiss. The other hand made it's way down his back, nails leaving faint red trails as they traveled slowly. Randy felt that hand caress his ass sweetly, move lower to rub the skin of his heavily muscled thigh and then slip in between the two perfect globes to tease his opening.

His body arched in response and Chris groaned again as he parted his legs. Reaching blindly, he grasped for Randy's hand. Bringing it to his lips, he licked feverishly at his fingers. He released the hand just as quickly and his head dropped back.

"Now, Randy."

It was said urgently..but softly. A plea to be loved.

And in spite of any misgivings he might have had, Randy knew there was no way he could refuse him. His own want went far too deep.

A soft moan sounded as Randy inserted a single finger. He moved it slowly, teasing the sweet spot over and over. His cock was aching. He longed to be buried deep inside Chris. More than anything he wanted to drive him to the edge and force him to cry out his name in pure blissful insanity. And almost as though he could read his thoughts Chris wrapped his hand around the pulsing flesh.

"I'm ready damn it." It was the voice of a hungry man, begging to be satisfied. A low harsh, pleading sound that made Randy want him even more.

The coupling was slow and gentle. Chris shot his hips forward, his body seeking the other man's desperately. Randy responded willingly, meeting each push with a long, satisfying thrust of his own.

They kissed. Lips pressed together in a hard, demanding crush. Hands delved into freshly washed hair. Legs wrapped tightly around a trim waist...holding on for the inevitable moment when everything vanished in a white hot explosion.

They could feel it approaching. Bearing down on them like a roaring freight train. Their mouths melded once more. Lips parted as they groaned together in celebration.

Chris tore his mouth away first, gulping for air as his heart thundered. Randy's head fell forward to rest on his shoulder. His back rising and falling with the effort to slow his panting breaths.

After what seemed like an eternity, they released the vise like grip they had on one another and relaxed.

Chris maneuvered them deftly, so that they were now lying together face to face

For several moments he did nothing but stare straight into Randy's pale eyes. Then a slow curve of his lips lit up his face. One gentle finger traced the length of Randy's jaw before trailing softly over his full lower lip.

"Tell me again," he whispered.

Randy remained silent....but only for a moment. The need to share his feelings with this man far outweighing his own pride.

"I love you." His voice was subdued, but steady.

If possible, the light in Chris' eyes grew even brighter. Then he cupped Randy's cheek gently before turning back to reach out and shut off the bedside light. All without saying a word.

Nestling back in the younger man's embrace, he took a deep contented breath. His arm tightened around his waist and he rested his lips lightly against his throat.

Randy felt his chest tighten. It had nearly been a perfect moment. Nearly.

But in an instant it was made unforgettable by the sound of Chris' barely audible voice.

"I love you too."

Seconds ticked by and the room became filled with the sound of soft breathing. One man fell into a sated, satisfied slumber. The other lay wide awake.

But somehow the thought of spending the next day completely exhausted from lack of sleep didn't bother Randy a bit.





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