Part 2.

"Fuck yeah!"

Ty secured his hands under Jay's butt as the blonde wriggled in his embrace. His mouth sought and received contact with the warm pink lips finally at the same level as his own. A deep delicious kiss ensued, tongues duelling in erotic combat. Breaking the lip lock after several long minutes, Tomko dragged his eyes off the flushed beauty in his arms and assessed the surrounding area.

"Fuck me Ty." Christian ordered, locking his arms around Tomko's muscled neck.

Seeming without effort Ty carried Jay across the locker room, one long arm releasing its embrace momentarily to swipe a large pile of blue towels onto the floor.

Laying his writhing partner onto the soft cloth, Ty lowered his naked body onto Jay's. Long legs once again wrapped around his hips as the blonde undulated upwards, trying to gain friction.

"Yes! Do me on the floor. Baby please fuck me. I want you soo bad." Jay continued to breathe a litany of encouragement and sex talk into his ear, causing Ty's control to be sorely tested.

Willing to obey Jay's demands, Tyson had just gotten one shoe off when the blonde sat up suddenly. One hand at the back of his neck pulling him down into a deep kiss, the other wrapping itself around his burning erection. Groaning the big man gently leaned Jay back into the nest of blue, his fingers going to the oh-so-tempting leather laces at the front of the tight jeans. Tearing his mouth away from Ty's, Jay struggled to help with the task.

"Yes. I wanna be naked. I want you to fuck me Baby!" Jay implored.

Arching his back in a move more often seen in the ring, Christian pulled his shirt over his head, flinging it away into darkness across the room. Reversing the arch the blonde raised his hips, shimmying out of the now-unlaced pants.

"Now Baby. Now!" Impatiently.

Slowly and with great attention to detail, Tyson kissed the newly revealed pink nipples. Using the tip of his fingernail to lightly scrape the sensitive surface.

"I want you in me so much." Christian declared, breath coming in gasps.

With his control almost slipping, Ty focused on torturing the cream skinned chest beneath him. Jay twisted grabbing at his gym bag near the benches, hand desperately seeking his massage oil. Trying to ignore, without success Ty's lips and tongue on his stomach and throat. Struggling with the bottle cap, Jay poured the lotion onto his fingers and groped for the cock so temptingly close to his own. Drenching the rock hard shaft in ylang ylang, Christian tugged firmly, trying to convey a definite message.

"Ty, come on."

"Don't rush my Sweet," Tyson gently soothed his frantic lover. "It's okay."

Light blue eyes burning with intensity and long held desire locked onto chocolate orbs.

"Ty, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm gonna go out and jump the first man I see!" He challenged.

Tomko lost his barely-there control. "Don't you DARE!" he growled possessively. Large hands snagged long pale thighs, yanking Jay towards him, forcing their naked cocks into glorious, burning contact. Victorious, Christian once again palmed the huge rosy erection lifting his hips in blatant, lewd invitation.

"Damn you," Ty cursed under his breath as he lined up his cock with the small pink hole Jay was so wantonly offering. "I wanted it to be perfect…."

"Yes!" Jay arced once more off the floor as Ty's shaft penetrated him. The burning pain from lack of preparation fading into riotous pleasure as his prostate was grazed.

"….dinner…."

"…mmmmnnn…"

"…cotton sheets…"

"…ohhhh…"

Ty gave up trying to make his point. His lover was lost to sensation, blue eyes drugged and lusty. The big man knew he would be lost himself in a moment, his adoration of the beautiful creature in his arms leading him into ecstasy.

"Yes!" Jay hissed again as Tyson slid strong fingers around his weeping shaft. Pulling and tugging on the straining member in time with Ty's trusts.

"God!" Panting, the blonde felt the electric burst of orgasm flow into his cock. "Yes!" Teeth clenched Jay screamed his passion into the air.

"JAY!" Ty joined in the vocal celebration, his own climax shooting stars before his eyes, pumping his seed into the delicious body beneath him.

For several minutes the only sound in the abandoned room was the harsh breathing of two exhausted lungs.

"Ty?"

"Jay?"

"We can get dinner now." Jay allowed drowsily, completely satisfied.

Ty groaned theatrically and smoothly withdraw from the warm, tight heat he's been lost in. Leaning on one elbow Ty's intense stare bore into Christian's face.

"Sweetheart?" he's asked.

"Hmmmm," Jay was reluctant to rise from the sleepy afterglow.

Ty nuzzled his new lover's nose with his own.

"Now I've had you, can I keep you?"

A gentle snore was his reply.

*******

Jay was supposed to have more time.

He'd planned it.

**The hour he'd woken up on the floor of the locker room, a fully dressed Ty watching him sleep. He's sat up, ignoring the pain in his well-used ass and crawled across the floor to rest his chin on Ty's knee.

"What?" He'd asked.

The big man had heaved a sigh and then smiled.

"Nothing Sweetheart." Indicating the small pile of Jay's folded clothes. "Let's go back to the hotel."

Frowning slightly, Christian complied, mind dopey and helter-skelter. Not an uncommon state for his mind to be in, but nevertheless.

And they'd gone back to their room. Snuggled down in Tyson's arms, ready to allow sleep to overcome him, Jay had made plans. Plans to spend time making Tyson fall in love with him. He'd show the big guy such a wild time, they'd make Chris and Steve look like an old married couple.

Imagining more public displays of affection, Jay drifted asleep.

For the second time missing Ty's soft plea.**

But it was only the next day when his plans crumbled to dust.

Arriving at the arena they'd strolled into the locker room, grinning secretly at the re-stacked towels and sharing a loaded look. It had been great.

Then Adam saw them.

Surprising for such a large group of men to become so silent all at the same time.

Jay could read Adam like is own hand. The problem was Adam could return the favor. His ex could see the temporary lessening of manic behavior, the undeniable glow of satisfaction and the really fucking obvious hickey on the side of his neck.

Momentarily speechless Christian stared at Edge, not sure what he was conveying, just…

Adam took his eyes off Jay and glared at the big man standing behind him for a several long seconds. Then, with a stifled curse he turned and stomped into the showers.

"Adam…" Jay moved after his friend, trying the form the words to stop the pain he's seen in that once-beloved face.

A strong hand encircled his wrist, tugging him back around.

For a moment Tyson stared down into Jay's worried eyes. The worry increased as Ty's eyes went from warm brown to flints of stone in less that a moment.

"Better go after him." Ty suggested coldly, releasing Jay's hand. He too then turned on his heel and exited the locker room.

"Ty…" Christian stared numbly at the empty door, then swung his gaze towards the showers. Ignoring the stares of the other wrestlers, Jay lifted his head proudly and walked slowly out the third exit, towards the star dressing rooms.

After he'd cleared the doorway, he broke into a dead run.

******

"Chris!"

Jay pounded on the locked door to his friend's dressing room.

"Chris!"

The door swung inwards, revealing a half naked Jericho, hair wet, eyes curious.

"I fucked up!" Jay admitted.

Stepping back to invite the other man in, Chris shut and locked the door.

"How?" Not even asking what Jay was referring to.

Jay explained in, what was for Chris excruciating, detail. The liason from the night before and his subsequent emotional fuck up five minutes ago.

Towelling his hair dry, Jericho advised, "You've got to decide Jay or you might loose them both."

"I know," the sigh was the biggest yet.

Chris asked the same question he'd put a week ago.

"So….which one?"

Jay just stared at the wall, lost in thought.

*****

This time Jay's knock on the hotel room door was polite and even. His fingers stretched nervously at his sides as he waited.

As the door opened Jay forced his expression into calm confidence.

"Hey." He shifted nervously, belying the aura of cool. "Can we talk?"

He was studied for a long moment.

"Sure," Edge turned back into the room.

Standing now in Adam's room, Jay's carefully prepared speech went out the window.

Instead jay found himself drowning in another Look ™ . This time more than just sexual interest was conveyed, this time it was the past that filled Christian's gaze.

Suddenly like dropping a heavy bag, Adam straightened and smiled into his ex's startled expression.

"Can I get a hug here?" He asked, eyes twinkling.

Shaken from his daze, Jay stepped forward and into Adams arms. It was familiar and warm. Like hugging your brother…or your best friend.

"God we were so fucking young weren't we?" Christian mumbled, forehead on Adam's shoulder.

A slow hand stroked across Jay's lower back.

"Yep." Adam agreed. "We were good though?" He asked.

Jay smiled with remembered bliss.

"Damn good."

Leaning back Edge caught Jay's eyes again.

"Not gonna shut me out now are you?" The simple questions worked well to convey strong emotions.

"Never." Jay vowed.

After all, EdgeandChristian. Fucking sacred.

AdamandJay.

Best friends and brothers.

*****

Leaning against the doorframe to the men's locker room, Chris Jericho watched Jay pacing nervously. Between them other wrestlers unpacked gear, taped wrists and chatted about the night's work. His overall relaxation was undisturbed by the strong arms snaking around his waist from behind, a face nuzzling his neck. But then again, it depended on whom the arms belonged to.

"So `Mr General Manger'," Austin said, teeth tugging at the collar of Chris' burgundy shirt. "Wanna fuck?"

Tilting his head slightly to give his lover greater access.

"Yes." Jericho replied.

A low growl was his response, the arms tightening, tipping him slightly off balance.

"…in about ten minutes."

Sapphire eyes remained on the bundle of stress across the room.

"Do ya know how fuckable ya look in this outfit?" the bald man asked.

"I'm beginning to get an idea."

Austin gently pressed his groin against Chris' backside.

"Steve..!" the protest was almost serious.

The growl softened somewhat.

"Well, ya come in wearing a suit for Christ's sake!" Austin defended himself. "I'm only human, ya know."

Jericho replied with a small snort.

Stone Cold's teeth grazed the silver band at Chris' neck.

"Like the collar by the way."

"Necklace." Chris corrected.

"Yeah right." Austin scoffed. "…collar…" he murmured.

"Whatcha' looking at?" he said to cover his comment.

Jericho's eyes sharpened as Tyson Tomko entered the locker room from the far door.

"A decision."

"Hmmmmm." Austin continued to mark Chris' neck with small red bites.

Tomko had stopped in the doorway the moment he'd seen Jay, he was on the verge of turning around when the Canadian spotted him. Dashing over to Ty, Christian grabbed at the bigger man's bag and began to tug him over to the lockers, gesturing and speaking extremely quickly from what Chris could tell.

Hunter Heart Helmsley stopped beside Chris and Steve, catching sight of the other couple.

"What is it with you Canadians and the psycho bald guys?" His asked eyeing Stone Cold.

Face calm, Chris locked eyes with Hunter.

"They have HUGE cocks."

Austin's muffled laughter caused a shudder down Jericho's spine, but he kept his gaze firmly on the other blonde. It was fascinating watching Hunter's struggle, his brain desperately trying to tell his eyes NOT to look at Steve's crotch.

"Jee-zus Chris! Like I needed that much information!" the World Champion complained as he stormed into the locker room.

"Yer a bastard." His lover complimented, goatee hairs tickling Chris' over sensitized skin. "Now he'll spend all night trying not to think about my dick." Austin chuckled.

Melting back into Steve's embrace, Chris looked once more to the drama unfolding before him.

"I have to." He shrugged. "So can he."

Steve smiled again and went to work on the other side of Chris' collar.

*****

Jay was so scared his teeth were almost chattering. Pacing back and forth from the benches to the lockers he ignored the curious stares and whispered comments.

The tingling on the back of his neck alerted him to Ty's presence in the locker room door. Staring, Christian waited for Tomko to join him at their space. When it seemed Ty was going to leave, Jay sprang into action.

Darting over he grabbed the other strap of Tyson's bag, praying the big man wouldn't just let go.

"Please Ty," he unashamedly begged. "At least let me explain?"

Tugging on the bag, he lured Tomko over to the benches. Without saying a word, Ty nodded, dropped the bag and sat, straddling the bench. Jay copied the move. Facing Ty across a foot of plastic seating he took a deep breath.

"Its over between Adam and me. Has been for two years now. But he's...well….he's Adam and…and…I've known him forever and he's like my Best Friend Ty…Well except for Chris…but Adam well, he's more than that…Not like THAT more, not anymore, but he's more than Chris…like a brother and he was…"

Gentle fingers rested on Jay's lips, stilling the flow of panicked explanation.

Ty took a deep breath and looked at his love.

"Now that I've had you, can I keep you?" He asked quietly.

Heart blossoming into wildfire, Jay grinned.

"Yes."

Ty found an even better way to keep his lover quiet.

*****

Across the room, Chris smiled.



finis

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