"You were good tonight baby," Hunter told Randy as they walked up the ramp together. "You were a little late coming out though."

Randy was scripted to run out and interfere in Hunter's match therefore saving the belt.

"I know, sorry. Chris was coming out of the shower. He was all wet with nothing but a towel on and, ya know."

"You guys had sex?"

"Almost. We were playing around and then he reminded me I had to go. He gave me head and sent me on my way."

"Huh," Hunter said thoughtfully as they stepped through the curtain.

"What's wrong?"

"He's been doing that a lot, have you noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"It seems like he doesn't ever wanna get off. He watches us together, he jacks us off, he gives us head, but he never asks for anything. When you try he takes over and does something for you."

"You think he's not into it?"

"He's into it. We'd know if he wasn't. When he sucked you off did he act like he wasn't into it?"

Randy gave Hunter a sly smile. They'd both agreed that no one could suck dick like Chris. It's like he worshipped the dick he sucked. He had a real passion for it.

"Exactly."

"Well what do you think the problem is? If there's even a problem. Maybe he just likes being in charge."

"But even being in charge you still wanna get off. Can you even remember the last time you fucked him? Or he fucked you?"

Randy though for a second before he stopped walking. "Damn. It's been a while. Do you think he's feeling neglected?"

"I don't know. He doesn't seem unhappy. That's the thing, I don't know if he's upset or not. If he were don't you think he would ask us to do something, or let us when we tried?"

"How about we gang up on him tonight," Randy asked with a smile. "Like we did the first night."

Hunter smiled at Randy and pecked him on the nose. "Sounds good. I gotta take a quick shower. Grab Chris, we'll be out of here in about ten minutes."

Randy nodded and went off to look for Chris.

~~~

Randy was a little confused. Chris wasn't where he said he would be, and he checked in a couple of Chris' friends' locker rooms and still didn't find him. He was about to start from the beginning when someone touched his arm. He turned to see Hunter freshly showered wearing a pair of breakaways and a tee shirt. He didn't let himself dwell on how good Hunter looked because he was starting to get worried.

"Where's Chris?"

He was hesitant to tell Hunter because he knew how Hunter worried about both of them. He might freak out, especially if he knew that Randy was a little upset.

"I, uhm, I'm looking for him."

"You haven't found him yet?"

"Well no, but he's around here somewhere right? I'm just not looking in the right places."

"You shouldn't have to look this hard to begin with," Hunter said grabbing Randy's arm and dragging him through the backstage area.

Randy was practically jogging to keep up with Hunter's rushed strides. They nearly knocked Matt on his ass as they passed him. Randy thought for a second and stopped.

"Hey, Matt, have you seen Chris around?"

"Yeah I saw him. Jason was pulling him off somewhere not even a minute ago. They were just down the hall by Eric's office."

Randy barely had time to thank Matt as Hunter grabbed him again and started to pull him in the direction Matt had indicated.

"Jason? What the fuck would he want Chris for," Hunter asked as they walked.

"They're friends, Hunt. Friends talk."

"I feel weird about it for some reason though."

"It's fine," Randy said not wanting to admit that he felt a little off too.

~~~

"I think I heard voices. Over here," Randy said pointing towards a door that was open slightly.

"Come on, Chris, you know how much you want it. You can't tell me that all those nights you came to me didn't mean anything. That last night didn't mean anything."

Hunter nearly exploded when he heard that. Randy felt his own blood boil. Chris hadn't come to their room until two o'clock in the morning claiming he'd taken a ride around the city.

"That son of a bitch lied to us," Hunter hissed heading for the door. It took all of Randy's strength to hold him back.

"Hunter, I'm pissed too, but maybe it's not what it sounds like. That doesn't really sound like Chris. He wouldn't do something like that."

"He just said-"

"Shh. Let's just listen and see. If it's true then we'll deal with that."

The two inched closer to the door and tried to catch the rest of the conversation.

"-ore than Hunter ever could. He let you go once Chris, I would never make that mistake. And then his little pet bitch, Orton. Let's be s-Ah! Chris what the fuck," Jason screamed and there was a loud noise and the sound of something shattering.

When they heard Chris speak his voice was deceptively calm. Dangerous. "Jason, don't you ever, ever, say a word about them especially not to me. I will hurt you. I will literally end your wrestling career, do not fucking play with me."

"So that's it? You'll threaten me? You'll turn your back on me when I was the one who was there for you al these years? You'll put our friendship on the line for them?"

"You're the one throwing our friendship away. You know how I feel about both of them. Here I think I'm confiding in my best friend and all you can do is hit on me. And then insult the two people I told you I was in love with just last night. What the hell kind of friend is that?"

"I know I could treat you better."

"You're not treating me better now. You're disrespecting me, the men I love, and the friendship I thought me and you had. I can't believe you would do this shit, Jason."

"I love you, Chris. I've been in love with you for years, but you were all wrapped up in Hunter so I never said anything. Every time you two had a fight and you cried on my shoulder I wanted to take you in my arms and never let you go back to him. But you always did. For three years I sat back and watched. And then you two broke up and I thought I finally had a chance, but you were too sad. I would've been taking advantage of you. I held you in my arms almost every night for two whole months waiting for you to heal enough so that I could tell you how I felt, but you went back to him. After all the tears you cried and shit over him leaving you, after all the times you thought about suicide, you just go back. And not just to Hunter, oh no, but to Randy too. That was the ultimate slap in the face. He's nowhere near as close to you as I am and you just fall in love with him out of the blue? What about me? How can you feel nothing for me after everything we've been through?"

"I do feel something for you Jason. I love you."

Jason laughed bitterly. "Just not enough right?"

"Not the way you want me to. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too, Chris. Me too."

There was nothing for a few moments. No words, no movement, no anything. It was dead silent. And then the door opened and Chris stepped out closing it behind him. He looked up and jumped slightly when he saw his lovers. He felt guilty for half a second before he realized he had no reason to be. He hadn't done anything wrong.

"Are we ready?"

Hunter started to say something but stopped and nodded instead. Chris nodded back and began to walk knowing the two men would follow.

~~~

"You okay, baby?"

Chris' head snapped up at the sound of Randy's tentative voice. No one had said a word since they'd left the arena and Chris had been staring out of tinted window of the limo lost in thought.

"Yeah, I'm alright sweetheart. No worries," he assured with a light smile. He and Hunter both felt the need to reassure and protect Randy all the time. He was young and they both knew how hard it could be at his age.

"Are you sure," Hunter pushed gently. "Jason said a lot of heavy stuff."

Chris sighed wearily. "Yeah he did. It's…I'm shocked, but I'm fine. I'm not, like, second-guessing my feelings for him or you two. I know where I stand with all that."

"You love me?"

Chris smiled fondly at Randy. He'd never heard his voice that soft or amazed. He even thought he heard a small hint of uncertainty. Randy sounded so…young. And Randy never acted his age.

"Yeah I love you. It was inevitable."

"Are you happy, Chris?"

"Yeah," Chris asked a little shocked. "Why would you ask?"

"You know that if you're not you can tell us right? We'll give you whatever you need and change whatever you want us to change."

"Hunter, I'm happy. Why would you think I wasn't?"

"I don't know. You're going off to talk to Jason about our relationship and then lying about where you've been. And it's like you don't want us to touch you anymore all of a sudden. I just, I don't wanna lose you again. Neither one of us do."

"I went to talk to Jason last night because he's my best friend and we talk. I wasn't complaining to him, I was telling him how happy I am with you two. I told you I went for a drive because I didn't want y'all to freak out about me being with him until two in the morning. And as for me not wanting you to touch me…it's not like that."

"What's it like," Randy prompted softly.

"I know that y'all were together for a whole month without me being there. You were starting a relationship and I want you to be able to explore that without me coming in and taking over or something."

"Chris, me and Randy are secure. We love each other and we love you too. When all of us get together we want you to actually be a part of it, you don't have to be neglected. We can give as good as we get and we wanna give to you."

"Oh do we ever," Randy said in a low voice.

Chris eyed Randy carefully. He knew that voice. "You can't still be horny, I blew you like half an hour ago."

"Yeah, but the thought of you being inside me is getting me all hot," Randy said practically slithering into Chris' lap. He undid Chris' belt quickly and undid his jeans, pleased to find Chris hard underneath his cotton boxers. The two worked together to ease both his jeans and boxers down around his ankles.

"Hunter? Take care of it, huh?"

Hunter nodded at Randy and pressed the intercom button that allowed him to talk to the driver without having to open the separating glass.

"Hey, Mike?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Just keep driving around until we tell you to head for the hotel."

"Yes, sir."

Hunter let go of the intercom button and leaned forward to grab his bag. He rummaged through it and produced a couple of condoms and some lube. He turned back to his lovers to see that Randy had slid his sweatpants down and that he and Chris were rubbing their dicks together lightly while kissing softly.

Chris reached out blindly knowing that Hunter had him covered. When Hunter pressed a condom and the lube into his hand he broke the kiss and handed the condom to Randy knowing how much he liked to put it on whoever was about to fuck him.

Sure enough, Randy's eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. He carefully placed the condom at the head of Chris' dick and went to work. He took his time rolling it down, pausing every inch or so to run his thumb over the latex covered tip. When it all the way on, he brought his eyes back up to Chris' and smiled.

Chris nodded at him and uncapped the tube. He oiled two fingers and reached around placing the first one at Randy's hole. He massaged the tight ring with the tip of his finger until he felt it relax and loosen a bit. He then slid his finger inside, pleased to hear a soft moan from Randy. He worked in and out for a moment before adding his second finger. He sought out Randy's prostate and had to catch his breath as the younger man threw his head back and moaned loudly.

"Chris…baby, now," Randy gasped as Chris grazed his spot again. "Oh, my fucking, God."

Chris didn't waste any time. He pulled his fingers out after scissoring them one final time, and lifted Randy's hips. Randy reached behind himself and took hold of Chris' dick, lining it up. When it was in place he slid himself down slowly until he was fully impaled. He drew in a gasping breath as Chris groaned low in his throat.

Chris looked to his left and saw Hunter stroking himself slowly. Not enough pressure to bring himself off, but enough to keep him hard. It made Chris bite his lower lip and squeeze Randy's hips slightly. It was all the encouragement Randy needed and he began to move. He didn't just move he full out bounced. He rode Chris hard and fast feeling his dick rub against Chris' stomach with every up and down movement.

Chris moaned as Randy jostled around in his lap. He knew this wasn't going to last very long and he had a feeling that that was the point. This was just something to take the edge off.

True enough only minutes later Randy lowered his head to Chris' neck and bit down as he came all over both their shirts. Chris let go seconds later groaning Randy's name loudly and filling the condom. Chris melted back against the seat and Randy went limp on top of him, both breathing heavily.

This didn't last for too long though because Hunter lifted Randy carefully off of Chris' lap and deposited him in the seat on Chris' right side. Hunter then removed Chris' condom and tied it off handing it to Randy to get rid of.

"Ready?"

Chris just nodded not able to form words yet. He watched as Hunter rolled a condom on and picked the lube up off the floor where it had been dropped. He spread his legs a little wider and waited for Hunter to start.

"I missed this," Hunter said softly as he brought his index finger to Chris' hole. He pushed gently until his digit eased inside. He began to stroke in and out slowly while he spoke. "I missed touching you like this. Feeling you shake and hearing the little noises you make."

Hunter's voice was like syrup, thick and dripping with sex. It sent liquid fire through Chris' veins. He knew he shouldn't be ready again so soon, but damned if he wasn't hard and leaking when Hunter added a second and then third finger.

"Fuck, Hunter. Do it, please," he begged through his moans.

"And I definitely missed you begging," Hunter chuckled dropping a light kiss to Chris' parted lips. He pulled his fingers out and looked over at Randy. "Can you go again?"

"Hunter, did you forget who you're talking to," Randy asked and stroked his dick to emphasize that, yes, he was more than ready for another round.

"Oh yeah, you're like the energizer bunny."

"Well could one of you get this going," Chris panted impatiently.

"And going and going," Randy with a teasing laugh. "Where do you want me?"

"Right where you are," Hunter said moving away from Chris. "Chris get on the floor in front of Randy on your hands and knees."

Chris scrambled to the floor of the spacious limo and took Randy in his mouth without any further prompting. He moaned around the hard flesh when he felt Hunter sliding into him slowly.

They set a fast rhythm, Chris taking Randy down his throat as Hunter pushed deep inside him. It was hot and it was hard. Hunter was squeezing Chris' hips hard enough to leave bruises and Randy's hands were tangled in his silky hair pulling slightly.

Chris moaned loudly around Randy as Hunter jabbed his prostate one final time and came into the condom with a low groan. Hunter reached around Chris' body and began to stroke his still hard cock furiously determined to get him off. Chris in turn took Randy all the way down his throat and held him there, swallowing around his cock over and over again. Randy shot and Chris barely had time to swallow before he came as well, both nearly screaming.

Randy pulled Chris up into the seat next to him with his last bit of strength and the two collapsed against each other. They heard Hunter getting rid of the condom before he joined them. There was no sound for a while except for harsh breathing and the occasional moan of contentment. Each man was reflecting on what had just happened.

Finally though Hunter shifted and looked at Chris.

"Better?"

"Much better. I may not be able to walk when we get to the hotel, but I feel a lot better."

"We missed you. Maybe we got a little rough," Hunter said with a chuckle and a hint of apology in his voice.

"It's fine, it was great. I don't know what the fuck was going on with Randy though. He thought he was a fuckin' vampire or some shit," Chris laughed rubbing absently at his neck.

"It got you off didn't it," Randy asked smugly. "I just wanted to leave something for everybody to see. You know, something to say 'The Pet Bitch Was Here'. That's what he called me right?"

"You are so arrogant," Hunter said affectionately.

"We're three of a kind," Chris chuckled. "Tell the driver to go to the hotel, I wanna go to sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Hey, I've been out of it for a while. I'm pacing myself, you know, easing my way back in."

"Fine, you can go to sleep, but next time you're not getting off that easy."

Chris couldn't help but smile and look forward to next time.

End

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