Chapter Three

Once the hotel room door was opened Chris found himself being tugged inside and pushed down to sit on the end of the closest bed. "Now you are going to sit there and talk to us," Tyson ordered. Chris scowled and opened his mouth to argue, but Tyson growled softly and Chris just sighed turning his head as he lay down on his back to stare up at the ceiling. When the bed began to bounce Chris scowled as Jay's face came into view above his. "You know Chris this avoidance things ain't gonna work. I mean we've been friends for too long. Jus' tell us what you want." Chris put his hands over his face only to have them gently removed by Jay. "What… do… you… want?"

The question seemed so easy and yet to Chris it was like he'd asked him where Jimmy Hoffa's body was located. "I don't know," Chris finally admitted and found himself surprised when Jay nodded seriously. "Dude that happens man. It took me forever to figure out what I wanted, what I liked, but you know I found a coupla cool guys who let me watch them and participate occasionally and eventually I knew. But pretending that it doesn't exist or acting like you got somethin' to be ashamed of ain't gonna work. And really there's no need for it. Not when you got us!"

Chris' looked up at Jay afraid and confused. His heart told him to speak up now, here was the chance that he was looking for; but his head told him that it wasn't safe. All his old insecurities came rushing back to him leaving him to lie there with his stomach tied up in knots and uncertain. "If you can't at least tell us what you what Christopher, then there really isn't anything that we can do for you," the deep voice rumbled softly and Chris bit his lip and hid his hands beneath his body to conceal their shake. Jay smiled softly then leaned down and kissed Chris' forehead looking at his friend with tenderness and care. Then before Chris knew what was happening Jay's hand came at him striking him across the face hard.

Momentarily Chris laid there looking at the wall stunned before turning his head back to look up at Jay, who was looking down at him calmly yet with an expression he had never seen on his face. "Christopher, you need to tell me now before you make me angry." Chris lifted his hand to touch his cheek then turned his eyes to Tyson, seeing that the big man was leaned against the wall across from the bed looking relaxed.

And yet there was a gleam in his eye at he looked not quite at Chris, but the cheek that he was rubbing. Sitting up slowly and silently Chris kept his eyes trained on Tyson at his world seemed to narrow down to this one moment in time. It was as if everything else that he would ever do from then on would be determined by this moment in time. Letting his hand drop Chris decided that while the sting was nice, it wasn't quite what he wanted just yet, there was something else, some other need burning inside of him that cried out to be fulfilled.

He had to know. He couldn't wait any longer. It was either now or never and he knew it. This was the do or die moment and Chris was sure beyond any sliver of doubt that if he didn't grab the bull by the horns that he'd never leave this room with his heart or soul or sanity intact.

Slowly Chris stood and crossed the short distance between him and Tyson leaving Jay to watch them with a cocky half grin on his face. Carefully one of Chris' hands lifted to touch the big man's face, then without thinking twice about it Chris drew the hand across his body and brought it back so that the back of his hand connected solidly with the side of Tyson's face.

He heard the soft growl.

Ty hadn't bothered to turn his head back forward again.

The impact of the blow had left him staring at the wall to the right of him, but he didn't bother to look back instead chose to growl softly as his body tensed and his fists curled.

In front of him Chris stood…

Bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet…

Hands curled into a soft fist…

Eyes heavy lidded…

Breathing shallow as he panted thru his mouth slightly…

Pulse racing pumping blood thru his body as if it were about to burst from his veins…

The rush…

And Chris knew what he wanted…

He knew what he needed…

He knew what he craved…

"I want him, Jason," Chris whispered softly as his lips curled into a cocky smile that was somehow faintly resembling something you would see on his alter ego Jericho, and yet at the same time completely different all together. "I wanna bind him, I wanna beat him, I wanna hear him scream and know that I did it. I want him Jay."

"You wanna fuck 'im too or jus' beat him?" Jay asked cocking his head to one side unsure of how he felt about sharing his boyfriend, a beating was one thing, but a fuck…. Chris shook his head slowly never taking his eyes off Tyson watching as the muscle in his jaw twitched. "I don't wanna fuck him. He's yours. I just wanna hurt him."

Jay nodded quickly and crawled off the bed. Quickly he dug into the lone bag they had carried in putting some things on the room's table, a tube of lube, a pair of restraints, and then held up a paddle,. "You want this? Or I gotta couple other things." Remembering the fantasy Chris lifted his chin knowing exactly what he wanted. "You gotta flogger?" Jay smiled big and pulled the object out of the bag then took up position on the floor under the window where he would have a nice view of the goings on. "I'll be right here if you need somethin'."

Chris nodded but didn't speak as he reached up cupping Tyson's chin digging his fingers into the skin as he turned his face back around so that he could look at the man. Without questioning himself Chris lifted his other hand striking Ty's other cheek sending his head in the opposite direction as before and once more pulling a growl from the big man this time it was lower and more dangerous in nature. "You gotta problem, Travis?" Chris taunted using the man's real name.

Ty's head turned back forward and hazel eyes burned into Chris shooting a hot glare, but it was the expression underneath the anger that pushed Chris on… it was the excitement that he saw there that told him he was on the right track. "Well? Do ya, Boy?" Chris asked rising up on his tip toes and laughed as Ty narrowed his eyes at him. When the big man opened his mouth to speak he got hit again, this time splitting his lip as Chris half laughed and half snarled at him. "SHUT THE FUCK UP I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD SPEAK!"

Again slowly Tyson turned his eyes forward as his tongue poked out licking the blood off his lip, but remained quiet. "That's what I fuckin' thought. Mister Big & Bad is nothin more'n a fake. Get the fuck undressed and on the bed NOW!" Chris walked way turning his back on the other man as he crossed to the table. Carefully he reached out with a hand that trembled slightly revealing his underlying nervousness and touched the items on the table as he felt Jay appear at his side.

"You're doin real good! Don't let that growl scare you. He liked it. Usin' his real name was a nice touch; it turns him on real good. The flogger's his favorite by the way so that was a good choice too! Don't worry about doin somethin wrong. I'm right here an' trust me it's really difficult to push him too far. He's pretty open to jus' about anythin'." Jay patted his friend on the shoulder then went back to his spot leaving Chris to go back to Tyson.

Chris stood studying the man on the bed then picking up the restraints walked to the bed silently attaching each to a wrist and above Tyson's head then moved back to the end of the bed once more. Ty's hazel eyes burned intensely with need and something else that Chris wasn't quite sure was namable. His body glistened in the dim light of the room from the fine sheen of sweat covering his naked flesh.

As fantasy gave way to reality Chris decided that the man on the bed was even more beautiful than he had been in his dreams if only because this man was flesh and blood with scars and imperfections not some perfect mirage that existed only I dreams and daydreams. As he watched the man he saw Ty shift uncomfortably on the bed. "Don't do that," the man rumbled and Chris' eyes narrowed. Chris found himself crawling onto the bed and up his lover's body until he found himself straddling the bigger man's waist. Again he brought the back of his hand in contact with Ty's face only this time it was Chris that growled. "I told you not to SPEAK! DO YOU KNOW HOW TO TAKE ORDERS GODDAMNIT?"

Chris watched as the man strained at the restraints and again found himself studying the man again. Slowly he leaned forward until his head hovered above Ty's their lips just inches apart as he gazed into eyes slitting as the big man grew more and more unhappy with the attention. He hated this, Chris knew. That was one thing not unlike the fantasy. The man hated being watched saying that it made him paranoid, and yet Chris found himself unable to not look at him.

When Ty growled again, Chris' eyes closed slightly before he opened them up again and a smile slowly returned to Chris' face. Lowering his head slightly further downward, Chris heard as the growl turned more in expectation and impatience. In the fantasy he'd dragged things out, making Ty wait, but in reality he was unable to do such a thing having waited for so long for this moment.

Lunging downward Chris ground his lips into Ty's tasting the blood and the metallic taste only served to enhance his need. Somehow his hands found Ty's arms and his fingers dug into the other man's flesh as their tongues battled. Chris found himself rubbing his body against Tyson's and heard the half groan half growl come from Tyson. Straightening he ran his tongue over his own lips cleaning of blood that remained there.

Chris climbed off the bed whistling to himself when he heard Ty's growl of frustration. Wandering over to the table Chris picked up the flogger feeling the soft leather as he ran the strands over his hand unable to stop himself from supplicating the dream. Moving back to the bed he resumed his earlier position and as he watched Ty's face brought the leather strands down onto the exposed flesh of Ty's chest. He watched as the bald man closed his eyes sucking in his breath as if savoring the feel and Chris felt himself beginning to harden at the reaction so similar to the one in his fantasy.

Again the strands were brought down onto the exposed flesh once, twice until it became red and splotchy. Improvising from the dream Chris leaned down and tentatively nipped at the irritated flesh. When he heard another growl from the man this one lower and darker Chris grew uncertain and momentarily glanced at Jay who nodded quickly and Chris could see he was already undressed and beginning to prepare himself. Turning his attention back to Tyson Chris lowered his head spreading bites across the chest until the big man was shifting beneath him restlessly and he could feel something pressing against his backside. Finally hazel eyes opened to stare at him with an intensity that made Chris shiver and he watched as lips parted grinding out only a single word. "Christopher." That almost did it. Turning his head again he looked at Jay and nodded watching as the man scrambled over to position himself behind Chris hovering over his boyfriend's cock.

Chris moved to leave the bed thinking his part was done, but Jay stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and flashed him a dazzling smile as he lowered himself down onto his lover's stiff rod. As he rode hard and fast he put his hand on the back of Chris' head pushing him towards his cock. "Suck me babe please."

Chris wiggled around until he was in a comfortable position ending up with his ass nearly in Tyson's face. Chris ran his tongue up the vein on the underside of Jay's already hard and leaking cock making the man moan loudly. Then as he sank his lips around the organ taking Jay down his throat he began bobbing his head in motion with Jay's rhythm on Tyson. Chris wrapped his arms under Ty legs bringing his hands up along the underside of the long muscular legs sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of Tyson's inner thighs hearing the man gasp and growl once more.

It wasn't a contest to see who would come first, but Ty won anyway tilting his head back hitting it against the headboard as he lifted his hips sharply and meeting Jay's movements once last time before grinding Jay's name thru his clenched teeth. Hearing his name on his lover's lips served to be the last bit of encouragement that Jay needed as he shot hot and hard into Chris' mouth his hands sunk into his friend's hair pulling painfully as shouted Chris' name loudly.

Rolling off the bed leaving Jay and Ty alone for a moment Chris carefully moved to a chair laying his head back against the wall behind him and stretching out letting his erect cock wave in the air like a flag pole. On the bed Tyson chuckled softly looking at the man. "Come back here and Jay can take care of that for you."

Chris tilted his head to one side and smiled then shook his head no. "It's ok. I gotta idea." Standing Chris walked towards the door picking up a door pass from the dresser as the men watched him smiling bemused. "I'll be back shortly." Chris threw over his shoulder. "Don't do anything fun without me!" As he left the room he heard the laughter following him.

Walking down the hall stark naked he ignored the looks he got from the other people looking for the room number he'd heard given out in the lobby. Lifting his hand Chris knocked on the door leaning against the doorjamb as he waited for the man inside to answer. "Chris?" He heard the man ask laughing as Chris straightened and slapped the man across the face without warning. "Shut the fuck up. Get out of my way and let me by. You are gonna let me fuck you. And if you're good about it maybe tonight after the show I'll return." The big man's eyes burned bright studying the smaller man. He didn't know that they shared common interests of this nature, but he knew that he had been spending a lot of time with Tyson lately… so anything was possible.

Stepping aside the man let Chris in and smiled thinking this just might be very interesting.

The End! *g*