September 29, 2000

"That was a little risky out there, wasn't it, Scotty?"

Raven glanced over his shoulder to see Chris Jericho just stepping out of the shower, clad in nothing but dripping water and a slight frown. He let his hazel eyes roam speculatively over the leanly muscled blonde before meeting Chris's blue eyes again. "Risky?"

"I mean, the way you pinned me was quite...suggestive, don't you think?" he continued, strolling over to snatch up a towel to start drying his hair, oblivious to his own nudity. "I am recently married, after all."

"What does your being married have to do with anything, Blondy?" Raven drawled, leaving off brushing his own hair to watch the other man's rippling flesh, the bright light glistening off it like watered satin.

"Well, think about it, man," Chris replied, moving to the mirror with a comb to start on the task of untangling his flowing locks. "I have an image to uphold. Women drool over me and men want to be me. That pin could put some questions in some people's minds."

Raven glided quietly up behind Chris, slipping his arms around his waist and yanking him hard against him. "Well, after that pin, I certainly felt something rise, but it wasn't in my mind."

Chris scowled at Raven, rapping his forearm sharply with the comb. "You're being impertinent, Scott."

"Impertinent...mmm, sounds kinky," Raven said seductively, using his chin to shove Chris's hair aside to nibble on his tender neck, inhaling the scent of soap and man, an intoxicating mixture that aroused him terribly. "And you taste and smell delicious. Wanna fuck?"

Chris gasped in outrage, elbowing the other man in the ribs, dimly gratified to hear a whoosh of air leave him as his shot connected. Raven's hold loosened and Chris twisted out of his grasp deftly, putting more than enough distance between them.

"Scotty, must you be so crude?" he gritted out, glancing around for something to cover himself with, but the towels were behind Raven and his bag was on the other side of the room, both requiring that he pass the now predatory Raven. He recognized that look in his eyes and groaned inwardly, knowing that he would pay dearly for thwarting the birdman. He bit his lip, wondering if it was too late to placate him by being a little...amorous. If he could get the encounter over with quickly, then he could be free the rest of the night to go clubbing with the Hardys and Edge and Christian. Raven was very unpredictable when it came to sex. Back in their WCW and ECW days, their sessions often lasted a couple of days, leaving them barely able to walk. Raven loved to test their limits, frequently refusing to allow either of them to come for hours on end until Chris would be screaming for release.

Yet, other times, Raven would give him a quick tumble that was over before he even realized they'd begun. He was hoping for the latter tonight, but from the gleam in those incredible eyes of his, he was afraid it was going to be one of their marathon sessions.

"Look, baby, I'm sorry," Chris began, unconsciously backing up as Raven slowly stalked him like a panther does his prey. "I didn't mean to be so...so unwelcoming. I'm just in sort of a hurry. You see, Edge and Chris-"

Chris yelped as Raven abruptly pounced, pushing him against the lockers and devouring his mouth as if he were a starving man and Chris was an eight course meal. He raked his fingers through the damp blonde hair roughly, angling his head to the side to deepen the kiss, sweeping his seeking tongue over every hollow and surface he could reach.

"God, I've missed you," Raven growled, ripping off his T-shirt so he could feel Chris's skin against his own. "I want to be buried so deep inside you I ache."

"Scotty...Scott..." Chris clung to Raven helplessly. He'd never been able to resist this brooding, sado-masochistic, depressing...and utterly sexy man. One kiss was enough to reduce him to a quivering mass of gooey, ecstatic squidge.

"Fuck, I just love the way you say my name," he hissed, his hands moving to grasp Chris's ass, grinding himself into the blonde man impatiently. "No one has ever been able to get me hard the way you do by just the way you say my name. Say it again, baby."

Chris was really finding it hard to think coherently under Raven's aggressive assault. "Scotty...please..."

"Mmm, that's right, baby," he cooed, taking a step backward until he felt the bench against the back of his knees. He delved into one of his pockets before shunting off his jeans and dropping onto the bench, yanking Chris into his lap, straddling it. "I was going to take my time with you, it having been a long time since the last time we were together, but I can't wait to get inside you." Raven nipped Chris's lower lip. "I'll take my time with you later."

Chris moaned as he felt Raven lathering KY gel onto himself, using some extra to work a couple of fingers into him, then lifted him, guiding the head of his cock to his entrance. He tossed his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as Raven let gravity take over, sinking full-length onto his thick hardness.

"Now, ride me, my blonde bombshell," Raven hissed ferociously, slapping Chris's ass smartly. "Ride me like a fucking stallion!"

Chris wasted no time in complying, bracing his hands on Raven's shoulders as he rose up, nearly pulling completely off him before slithering back down, twisting his hips as he settled into his lap again.

"Mmmm...that's real nice, baby," Raven moaned, lapping at Chris's lips. "But I want it fast and hard right now, understand? I want to hear the loud slap of flesh on flesh, okay?"

"Ahhh, Scotty...hmmmm..." Chris began bouncing on his dark angel, rising up and down in short, sharp lunges, pleased to hear Raven give a long, low groan of satisfaction.

"Ooooh, yeah...just like that," Raven sucked in his breath through his teeth as he looked down to watch Chris work on him. "Mmmm, jerk yourself off for me, baby," he murmured, clasping the thick muscles of Chris's thighs to steady him as he moved faster on him.

Chris whimpered softly, drawing the palm of one hand up the length of himself while the other cupped his balls, squeezing and pinching them as he desperately began pumping himself to the rhythm of his bounces. "Scotty...please..."

"Not yet, sweetheart," Raven said, parting his legs wider so that Chris was more firmly seated, shifting his hips until he was angled to rub against the blonde's prostate. "Just a little more...mmm, yes...harder, baby. OK...I'm gonna come...come with me..."

Chris panted harshly, frantically stroking himself as he drove down onto his lover, biting his lower lip until it almost bled as he tried to contain the shriek that was building inside of him.

"No, no, no," Raven reproved gently, tapping Chris's chin. "None of that. You know how it gets me off to hear you scream when you come."

"But...but someone might hear...might hear us!" Chris was having a difficult time maintaining a coherent conversation when he was riding the hell out of Raven.

"You think I give a fuck about who might hear?" Raven growled, gripping Chris's ass tighter as he felt himself on the verge of exploding. "As a matter of fact, the thought is quite...awww, fuck!"

Chris rose up, nearly pulling all the way off Raven, then slammed down, tugging his fist up his shaft at the same time and he came so hard and shrieked so loud, his head was ringing. He was dimly aware of Raven bucking beneath him, his fingers digging into his hips and teeth sinking into his shoulder. When he was able to think again, he found himself being cradled and petted like a kitten. Hell, he found himself purring like one, so that was just fine.

"You know that people are going to know exactly what went on in here, don't you?" Chris mumbled languidly, threading his fingers through Raven's damp hair.

"Hmmm, unless they're completely dense," Raven agreed, licking the sweat from the sweet little spot between neck and shoulder.

"I'd forgotten how...overpowering you are."

"Did I remind you?"

"Um-hmmm...most delightfully."

"Well, get ready, Y2J, because tonight I plan on reminding you of a lot of things."

Chris winced, anticipating his being unable to do much of anything tomorrow that involved walking...or sitting...or standing without some major discomfort. But then he flushed with heat at the thought of what would have caused that discomfort and squirmed on Raven's lap, feeling his desire stir again.

"Mmmm, I think somebody's ready for a little more exercise," Raven drawled, chuckling before lifting Chris off him, smacking his butt before skimming back into his clothes. "Get dressed and we'll head over to your hotel room and get started on our reunion, okay?"

Chris sighed as he watched the dark-haired man saunter from the dressing room, shaking his head and grinning.

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