"Hey, Jerky, are you busy tonight?" Randy asked, looking up from his spot in his boyfriend, Dave's lap.

"Not really, I was just going to go get something to eat, why?" I asked, wondering what I was getting myself into.

"Well, we were going to go catch a bite to eat and we figured it would be more fun if a group of us went. So far, it's us, Adam and Jay, and Benoit. Figured it'd be nice to have an even number." Dave told me, standing up and pulling Randy up with him.

"In other words, while I was in the shower, you guys decided you wanted to have a little double date, but Chris heard and wanted to go along, so you figured that you'd ask me to go to, so that there would be someone to distract him? That about right?" I asked sarcastically, trying to hide the happiness I was feeling at the thought of pretty much having Chris to myself. Chris and I used to be pretty good friends, but when the original roster split had happened, we had drifted apart, due to not seeing much of each other, and I really missed him. Okay, I more than missed him, but that was beside the point. I had settled myself into us being nothing but friends a long time ago, since Chris had never given me even the slightest signal that he swung my way, and there was no way he didn't know which way I swung. I had gone far out of my way to let him know about that.

"Actually, assclown, I asked them to ask you." Chris laughed, walking into the room with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Damn, he looked good in his skintight blue jeans and button-down oxford shirt, black, of course. His short brown hair was slicked back, and his beautiful hazel eyes were alight with laughter.

"Hey, that's gimmick infringement! For that, you're carrying my bag." I joked, setting my bag down next to him and shifting my eyes away, back towards safe territory, where I wouldn't be tempted to latch onto Chris like Randy was to Dave. "Hey, where are Adam and Jay, anyways?" I asked, noticing they were missing.

"They're supposed to meet us here any time now. They're probably just running late." Benoit said, setting his bag next to mine and throwing a casual arm around my shoulders and pulling me down next to him on the bench across from Dave and Randy to wait. It didn't take too long, and Adam and Jay were walking in, hand in hand, huge grins on both their faces.

"You guys ready to go?" Adam asked, looking at the group of us in general quickly, as if to assure himself that we were all accounted for before turning his attention back to gazing at Jay.

"Sure, are we going to Applebee's, or you want to go somewhere else?" Dave asked, picking up his and Randy's bags and starting for the door.

"We go there, and we'll be mobbed. That and Denny's are where the guys usually go. Anything else around here?" Adam asked, mimicking Dave's movement, but still holding Jay's hand.

Okay, tangent time! Adam and Jay have to be the cutest couple I have ever seen. They have been together since they were basically kids, like thirteen or fourteen I figure, from some of the stories they tell, and still act like a new couple. They can't keep their hands off each other, in front of cameras Vince generally gets someone to stand between them, so they can't reach each other, and when they tag together? Let's just say all those 'brotherly hugs' between Edge and Christian are a bribe to keep them acting good during matches. And it's not just the physicality between them; it's the little things, too. Like look at them, right now. Adam is standing there, holding both his bags and Jay's, just so Jay doesn't have to carry anything. They're standing close enough together that for a change, I'm actually glad Jay cut his hair because if not, you would think they were adjoined at the head. Another thing, Adam may be talking to the group of us, but one hundred percent of his attention is, as always, focused on Jay, and Jay is staring up at him like he hung the moon and stars. Sometimes I'm actually jealous of them. There was a time, when Adam was out, that I was really jealous. Jay and I were a tag team, and we were doing that whole 'ambiguously gay' thing, and I found out just how good Jay feels, and man, all I can say is it's a damn good thing Adam and I are friends, or my ass would be dead. I don't think it was as much that I wanted Jay, as I wanted someone to call my own, and there was a second one, who I wanted, but couldn't have. Admittedly, I didn't want him anywhere near as bad as I wanted Chris, but that, as well, is beside the point.

"How about we just drive over to the next town and see what's still open? Even if it's nothing but a Danny's, we won't be mobbed, because people won't be expecting us there." Benoit said with a shrug as he stood up and grabbed our bags, smirking back at me as he noticed that Dave was carrying their bags, and Adam was carrying theirs. "And guess who's in charge of this relationship?" He mouthed to me.

"Works for us, we'll follow you." Adam said after a quick look to Jay for confirmation. Dave and Randy both shrugged, and we were on our way. As we reached the hall Chris threw a companionable arm around my shoulders and we all headed down the hallway towards the back door that lead to our cars. I was riding with Adam and Jay this tour, so I didn't need to find anyone, and evidently Chris had already dealt with whomever he was driving with on this tour, if he was driving with anyone. Dave and Randy had been driving together since the beginning of Evolution, so that left us with three vehicles to deal with. We decided to take all three, that way we didn't have to come back, we could just stay there, or drive on to our next appearance, whichever.

Reaching the door, Randy separated himself from Dave so they could walk out through the fans that always seemed to be waiting for us. I started to extract myself from Chris, but he wasn't letting go, so I just shrugged, figuring the fans were seeing us as friends right now and didn't worry about it, though secretly I had decided that for tonight, I could pretend that Chris was my boyfriend, and that he loved me as much as I loved him. As the six of us walked out, I noticed that Adam and Jay, who still weren't together onscreen, were still holding hands as we walked through the throng of fans, stopping occasionally to sign an autograph, or take a picture. I heard Jay telling someone that Adam and him were trying not to get separated as an excuse for why they were holding hands, and heard Adam answering questions about his 'new wife' and did my best not to laugh. Randy and Dave were answering their fair share of questions, as well. A few people were asking me questions about my band, and I tried to answer them, but truth to tell, I'm not sure what I said, because I was paying too much attention to Chris's arm which was still wrapped around my shoulders.

"Where you going, Jerky?" Chris asked me when I tried to separate myself from him again once we had gotten over to the cars.

"Well, I've been riding with Adam and Jay, so..." I started to explain, but stopped at the look in Chris's eyes. "Nowhere."

"Good. Didn't think you'd mind keeping me company on the drive. Let the lovebirds be alone, and all that good shit." Chris said, grinning, and let me just say day-um!

After all of us had gotten into our respective vehicles and were on the way, I sat there, looking out my window, thinking about the situation. Okay, fantasizing about the situation, to be more truthful. In my daydream, Chris was my lover, and we were going out to dinner with two other couples. When Dave would wrap his arms around Randy's waist from behind and sit his chin on Randy's shoulder like it was nothing, Chris would do the same with me. When Adam would lean down and brush a kiss on Jay's lips, uncaring who was around, Chris would....be speaking to me....shit....

"What did you say, Benny?" I asked, embarrassed to be caught daydreaming.

"Nothing important, what were you thinking about?" Chris replied, also looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, uh, I was just thinking about next week's Raw. Have they hinted anything about the script to you, yet?" I asked, figuring work was always a safe topic of discussion.

"Nope, haven't even let me know which of us is running the show next week. How about you?" Chris replied, glancing over at me before returning his attention to the road.

"No. Nothing yet." I said, shaking my head and nervously searching my mind for another safe topic of conversation. "So, not having a hockey season this year. That sucks!" I tried, knowing he was as big of a hockey fan as I was.

"Yeah, it does. I can't believe the NHLPA won't even talk to the owners association. It's already beyond the deadline to even have a season! They could have at least called up some minors and went with that." Chris ranted, seeming more at ease now that we were on a comfortable topic. We talked about hockey, a sport close to any Canadian's heart, for the rest of the drive. We were still talking about it when we pulled into the Denny's parking lot. Getting out of the car, we met Dave, Randy, Adam and Jay at the door, and all went in together.

"EDGE!!!!!!!" The hostess squealed, hurting my eardrums.

"Okay, guess she knows who *you* are." I said, laughing at the way Adam was latched onto Jay as if for protection.

"Oh, and you're Christian!!! Can I have your autographs?" She asked, pulling a pen out of her apron and handing it to Adam with a menu. She was so excited at seeing them that I don't think she had even noticed the rest of us. Maybe there was hope? Nope, Adam was going to ruin it for us.

"I guess. Do you want theirs, too?" He asked, pointing at the rest of us, bringing us to her attention.

"Please?" She asked, so, knowing that without the public, we are nothing, I put on my best smile and took the pen and menu she was shoving at me and signed it, handing it off to Chris. "Hey, why are you holding Christian's hand?" she asked, looking adorably confused.

"Oh, well, in our match earlier tonight, I hit him kind of hard and he's a bit dizzy. The trainer said he was ok, but I'm just trying to be sure." Adam said, trying to explain away what he was doing. I just hope that she doesn't watch us the entire meal, because they're sure to forget that we're in public again I wouldn't put it past them to start going at it where we sit.

She showed us over to our table, one of those circular booths, and we all climbed in, picking up our menus. She took our drink orders and left us there to decide what we wanted to eat. I knew what I wanted, Chris, naked as the day he was born, looking down at me with those hot eyes while I licked syrup off of him; but I didn't think Chris was going to go for THAT, so I looked through the menu, trying to find something to settle for. I looked up once I had made a decision, and noticed that sure enough, Adam and Jay had forgotten the world outside of them again. I reached over and pulled them apart by their hair, and thought to myself yet again, that this is why I had to travel with them, otherwise, they would be arrested for indecent exposure, and could you just see those press releases?

The waitress came back over and took our orders and wandered away, grinning madly the whole time. We sat there, talking and laughing, as she brought our food back, when suddenly I felt Chris's hand on my thigh. Figuring he had done it in his laughter, I turned to make a crack about him feeling me up when I noticed that he was grinning happily at something Randy was telling him and he hadn't even noticed what he was doing. Smiling to myself, I turned to Dave to ask if he was going to get the title on Randy's week, which we have all been told will be the last week, when I noticed that he was watching Chris and I intently. Blushing, I turned my head away to watch Adam and Jay again, making sure I didn't need to intervene.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Chris asked, squeezing my thigh.

"Nothing, just watching the Suicide Blondes over there. Sometimes they have a tendency to forget they're famous now." I joked, trying to cover my embarrassment, and frankly, my arousal that his touch was bringing me.

"You sure? Something seems to be bothering you?" He asked, running his hand up and down my thigh, getting precariously close to my erection, which was pushing painfully against my jeans.

"Uh, nothing." I gulped, praying he'd hit it, and that he wouldn't notice, all at the same time. I was both happy and sad when he stopped rubbing and his hand just settled at the top of my thigh, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his arm on my erection.

"So, got a thing for blondes, huh?" Chris whispered in my ear, his breath sending shivers straight down to my crotch before I figured out what he was talking about, my staring at Adam and Jay.

"Oh, God no!" I said, a little too loudly, because everyone else at the table jumped and looked at me in shock." What?" I snapped.

"What the fuck are you screaming about?" Dave asked, reluctantly breaking away from Randy to glare in my direction.

"Oh, we were just talking about hockey." Chris answered for me, grinning. Well, it was a form of hockey, right? Tonsil hockey.

"Oh, great, you realize that the idiots over there are going to feel the need to rant at us about the Jersey Devils and the Toronto Maple Leafs for the rest of the time we're here, right?" I whispered to Chris, rolling my eyes at him to let him know I was joking.

"I can get them to turn their attention, if you want?" Chris whispered, breathing in my ear, pleasantly turning my cock harder than it already was.

"How are you going to do that?" I whispered back as Adam and Jay started going off about the missing hockey season, which teams were 'so gonna rule' next year, and any player they could think of, and considering they, too, were Canadian, it was a lot.

"Hey, Jay, I was thinking about pitching an angle at Vince where you turn and team back up with Jerky. Let you guys do that ambiguously gay crap again. The fans really seemed to get off on it. I was thinking, though, that maybe this time, you should kiss him when you grab his ass. What do you think?" Chris asked, trying to hide an evil grin.

"My Jay-Jay isn't going to fucking kiss Jerky! I don't care what kind of sick plan you come up with, it's NOT going to happen! If Vince wants Jay in an angle like that, he can fucking put him in one with me!" Adam burst out angrily, wrapping a possessive arm around Jay and glaring over at Chris and I just sat there, trying not to laugh, as Jay began to try convincing Adam that it would never happen, he would quit first, hell, he hadn't even kissed Trish when they broke up our team, no matter how bad the camera angles were, the world saw that Jay had his mouth tightly closed.

"Mission accomplished." Chris whispered to me, squeezing my thigh again and grinning at me. I think he liked the turmoil he was causing, both with them, and with me, because his hand just crept higher up my thigh, and his arm was now resting against my cock, which felt like it was going to explode, just from that slight pressure of his arm.

"Benny, what are you doing?" I whispered; plan to pretend he was my boyfriend forgotten in the lust that was now clouding my brain. There was no way in hell he couldn't feel my erection throbbing in my jeans against his arm, and instead of pulling away, he was just pressing harder. Drawing courage from the fact that he was now blatantly ignoring me, other than his hand that was making a slow climb to my crotch, I moved my own hand over and blatantly began rubbing his own surprisingly hard member under the table. At this point, although Adam and Jay were obviously too intent on swearing to each other their unending love and the fact that neither would ever cheat on the other (*snort* like anyone would ever expect those two to even acknowledge that there is a world outside the two of them, much less that there are people in said world), I'm pretty sure that Dave and Randy knew what we were doing, because Dave smirked at me before mimicking the movements I was doing to Chris on Randy.

"Okay, guys, this was fun and all, but it's time to go." Randy said, standing up and looking at Dave intently.

"Yeah, there's a hotel across the street. We're going to stay there. If anyone else wants to, we'll see them at checkout in the morning." Dave said, getting up to follow closely behind Randy, and to be honest, I don't think he noticed, or cared how obviously he was watching his ass.

"Uh, we're out of here, too, scorchcake. See ya'll in the morning." Adam told me, grinning that dorky grin of his that he always seems to get at the possibility of a naked Jay, and picking Jay up and carrying him out of there.

"Well, looks like we're alone. You want to stick around, or you want to head out too?" I asked, still brazenly rubbing Chris's cock through his jeans.

"I want to get out of here. I want to take you to that hotel next door and fuck you so hard you can't walk straight for a week. I want to hear you screaming my name while I suck you so far down my throat you'll think I'm trying to swallow you whole. I want to feel you doing the same to me. I want to kiss you till you're delirious with need. I want to make you mine. Now, stop playing with me and tell me what you want." Chris growled, looking deep into my eyes.

"I want to be yours." I replied, getting up and walking towards the door wiggling my ass at him as I walked away.

"And just where are you going?" He asked, catching up with me after he'd paid for our meal.

Looking into his eyes, I came back to him and kissed him deeply, unheeding of all the people watching us, breaking away only when the need for air became overpowering, loving the feel of his hands roaming over my body before settling possessively on my ass.

"I'm getting started."



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