Deep brown eyes stared slightly down into bright blue, love and desire burned strongly into both pairs. Two strong pairs of hands reaching, pulling, tugging. Closer, ever closer, until they could feel each other against every inch of their bodies.

"Fuck, I've missed you, Benny." Jericho murmured against Benoit's mouth as it hovered above his own.

"Not as badly as I've missed you, CJ. Fuck, being on the road without you sucks." Benoit replied before claiming those soft, full lips in an intense, needy, breath stealing kiss. His tongue licked at them for a moment, tasting him, savoring the sweetness of him before Jericho opened his mouth for him, their tongues tangling together, rubbing sinuously against one another.

Hands made short work of clothes. Benoit's tights fell to the locker room floor, only to be kicked aside uncaringly. Jericho's t-shirt was ripped from his body, the torn shards of it dropped at their feet, his tight jeans fell next, also kicked aside. Their hands now free to roam over their lover's naked skin hungrily.

Slowly, still entwined, they made their way over to the couch, falling back onto it, Benoit lying on top of Jericho, Jericho's thighs spread wide and wrapped around Benoit's waist. Their mouths finally broke apart as they gasped for breath.

"Need you, Benny. Need you now." Jericho panted out.

"Soon, CJ…soon." Benoit replied with a breathless chuckle. One hand slid down his lover's sleek side, down to cup his tight ass in his strong hand, lift him up against him before slipping his finger between the tight cheeks and stroking over his entrance.

With a groan he slid his finger into Jericho, feeling his tight heat surrounding the single digit, and he knew that soon, soon that hot, tight passage would be wrapped around his cock.

Breathy moans and sighs of pleasure tore their way out of Jericho's throat as Benoit began thrusting his finger in and out of him, crooked to brush against that spot deep inside him that needed it the most. His own hands stroked over his lover anywhere they could reach, feeling his strong, powerful body before blindly reaching to the floor at their sides for Benoit's bag.

A triumphant cry sounded loudly as he found what he had been searching for, a bottle of baby oil, and he poured a generous amount into his hand before tossing the bottle aside. Reaching between their tightly pressed bodies he wrapped his hand around Benoit's cock, stroking him in rhythm with the two fingers Benoit was now sliding in and out of him.

Shuddering, Benoit lifted up over Jericho, staring down into his passion clouded blue eyes as he gauged his readiness, but ready or not, he couldn't wait any longer as Jericho's hand guided his cock to his entrance.

Their mouths fused together once again as Benoit slowly slid forward, thrusting home in one sure movement, their arms wrapped around one another, holding tight, clinging to each other as their hips moved together in a dance as old as time, ever faster and faster they moved, all the while swallowing each other's moans of pleasure.

Benoit's pulled one hand free to slid it between their bodies, wrapping around Jericho's cock as they moved even faster, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Feeling his own body tightening, his hips became erratic in their movements.

Breaking their lips apart, he lifted his head to look down at Jericho, his body arching and undulating against him, straining as he surged closer to his own release.

"Now, CJ…come for me, baby. Wanna see you, feel you. Fuck." He managed to grunt out before his body began to spiral out of his control, orgasm rushing over him, even as he felt the wet stickiness of his lovers seed hit his stomach, his passage clenching around him.

The strength seemed to leave his body as he sagged down over Jericho, both men still holding each other tightly as they fought to regain their breath. Finally managing to do so after several long moments, he murmured against Jericho's neck. "Almost feels like the old days."

End.