Chapter 1
The Bet

Randy looked up curiously at the way his friend stiffened beside him on the couch when Hunter entered the room.

"Hey, Dave," Hunter called casually letting his tongue caress the name ever so slightly.

"H-hey, Hunter. Uhm, I gotta go. Later kid."

"Later. Be back in time for our match," Randy called after him with an amused smile. When the door closed he tossed the magazine he'd been reading onto the floor and looked up at Hunter expectantly. "What the hell is that all about?"

"My good looks were too much for him I guess."

"And they sent him running out of the room like a bat outta hell? Come on, Hunt, what's really up? Two days ago you two were fucking like crazy and now all of a sudden you can't sit in the same room?"

"Two days ago he wasn't all moralistic and claiming that he wanted an honest relationship and not the little arrangement we had."

"Arrangement? Oh, you mean where you fucked him and any and everything else while he watched and cried silently," the younger man asked with exaggerated confusion.

"That's the one. Guess he didn't appreciate it too much."

"He knew what he was signing up for first hand when he let you fuck him. I mean, everybody knows how you are. Especially us."

"I know, which is why I can't get a hold of this shit. Why he's acting like it should've been more or something. I don't know."

"How many times did you two have sex anyway?"

"Only six or seven over the last two months."

Randy hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Six or seven is still a lot for you and one person, Hunt, even if it is over a two month period. That's the closest anyone's ever come to Shawn since you made it a point not to circle back too often."

"That's not true. I can't even count how many times me and Shawn have had sex."

"But besides Shawn, who in the last three years have you had sex with that many times? I don't think you've gone past three with anyone else."

Hunter was quiet for a moment before answering. "Dave is close ya know?"

"Close at hand or close in relationship?"

"Both. I don't know, I just didn't have a problem going back to him after the third time. It looks like it really doesn't matter now though does it? He called it off."

"Hmm," Randy murmured thoughtfully. "There's a piece missing here. You've got that look in your eyes."

"What look is that?"

"Like you're coming up with one of your games."

"Maybe I am. So what?"

"You wouldn't go through the trouble just because he doesn't wanna sleep with you anymore, not when you can replace him with a snap of your fingers. So, like I said before, there's something missing."

"He wants a relationship and he claims he's found one," Hunter said lightly as he sank down on the couch next to Randy.

"Ah, so there's someone else?"

"Apparently," the blonde said trailing his fingers over Randy's bare abdomen slowly.

"Who could be better than you Hunter," the younger man asked with a slight touch of playful sarcasm as he trailed his fingers through his friend's silky blonde hair.

"Someone he said wouldn't treat him like a sex toy," Hunter breathed nuzzling Randy's neck and letting his hand creep down to massage him through his trunks.

"I don't mind it much," the young man moaned in response.

"Of course you don't. No one does except him. And I guess his little boyfriend too."

"Ooh, you're sexy when you're jealous," Randy said with a laugh. "Keep thinking about his new man."

"Fuck off," Hunter said as he roughly jerked away from Randy and pushed away the brunettes reaching hands.

"Oh, come on, Hunter, I was joking," Randy said shaking with laughter as Hunter continued to shove his hands away. "Huuuunterrrrr. Talk to me pleeeeeeease?"

"Will you shut the fuck up," the older man said but relaxed and let Randy run his hands along his smooth chest. "I am not jealous. What the fuck do I have to be jealous about? And before you open your mouth I'm not insecure either. I just don't like the though of someone thinking I'm not the best and that there's someone better. We all know that's not true."

Randy nodded knowing that Hunter was telling the truth. There wasn't an insecure bone in the man's body and so jealousy was a non-issue. That settled he leaned over and licked one pert nipple.

Hunter shivered and continued speaking. "I'm not second best. Especially not to that asshole Jindrak."

Randy's head flew up quickly. "Are you shitting me? That piece of trash?"

"Exactly. Do you see where I'm coming from now?"

"Oh yes. What led him to that walking pain in the ass?"

"The fact that Jindrak is a virgin. He just stepped out of his closet and he's not in a hurry to fuck. He wants to get close to someone first and all that shit. Dave says he's tired of the sex and he wants to know that someone cares about him for real."

"Sounds like the perfect couple."

Hunter smiled at the cynicism in Randy's voice. "It does doesn't it? But we all know that nothing's perfect, not here at least."

"You gonna give them a little dose of reality?"

"Of course. Dave is a good guy and more importantly he's family. I think it's my duty to teach him this lesson," Hunter said in a sugary voice.

"What are you going to do," Randy asked trailing kisses along Hunter's throat.

"I'm going to fuck the shit outta Mark. Dave'll walk in and catch us and it'll show him just how much he can trust his little boyfriend. He'll come crawling back."

"Won't he be mad at you?"

"No, because it won't be my fault. Mark is gonna come onto me and Dave knows how I am. He wouldn't blame me for taking what was thrown at me," he replied easing Randy into his lap.

"How is he gonna know it was Mark's fault and not yours?"

"Cause Mark's gonna confess out of guilt. I'll make sure of that."

"That's a good plan Hunter, it really is, except I doubt Mark's gonna jump all over you. He can't stand you," Randy chuckled as he settled comfortably on top of the muscular man.

"But if the way he moans your name in the shower is any indication, he can stand you. And that's what I'm gonna need you to play on."

"I could've went the rest of my life without knowing I was that guys jack-off fantasy," the brunette groaned.

"Aww, poor Randy," Hunter said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. "I'm gonna need you to pal around with him, you know, get in good. Then I want you to turn him on to the idea of being with me. I don't care what you have to do, just make him want me. I'll take it from there," he said placing large hands on Randy's ass and rocking him subtly.

Randy allowed Hunter to move him as they continued to talk. "That's all you need me for? You don't want me to lead Dave to you guys?"

"No, he'll know we set it up if it's you. I'll find somebody else to make sure we're caught. Probably Ric, he hasn't really been involved in one of our schemes in a long time."

"Alright. I've been bored lately anyway."

"Bored? You?"

"Yes me."

"How the hell can you be bored when you have sex almost as much as I do? And don't even try to tell me you don't think sex is fun anymore," Hunter said with an amused glance at the large bulge in Randy's trunks.

"It's more than fun, there's just no challenge to it anymore. I could get any guy here and everybody knows it."

"Not any guy," Hunter said quietly.

Randy stiffened his body silently telling Hunter to stop the rocking motions. "What do you mean not any guy? Name one person I haven't slept with who's worth sleeping with besides you."

" Jericho."

Randy's eyebrows raised in surprise as he realized that he hadn't yet fucked the sexy blonde.

"Damn, I haven't have I?"

"Nope and you won't either."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true. You hear at least five guys propositioning him a day right?" When Randy nodded he continued. "And how many guys have you heard bragging about sleeping with him? Zero. Chris has had his little chastity belt on for a while now and it's made out of reinforced steel."

"I could do it."

"The hell you could. Jason couldn't do it and they were sharing a room for months. Fucking Shawn couldn't do it and Chris idolizes him, and he's one of the sexiest men in the business." Hunter gave that statement a brief, private smile. Randy figured he was picturing whatever it was him and Shawn had been doing the night before. "At this point I don't even think Dwayne could come back and get him in the sack again, not without working like a dog."

"I'm not Jason, Shawn, or Dwayne. I'm Randy, that says it all."

"It doesn't say shit. You can't do it."

"I can do anything."

"Ooh tough words, Orton. You wanna make it a bet?"

"What am I gonna win?"

"I think the better question is what do you think you're gonna win?"

"You're letting me choose my prize?"

Hunter tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled easily. "Name your terms."

"Your ass. I fuck Chris and I own you for a day. Anything I say goes."

"What the fuck?"

"Don't worry, Hunter, you know I'm not into S&M and candle wax and shit. Although, I do like to break out the handcuffs and a blindfold every once in a while," he said losing himself in a memory of his own before shaking his head and sighing wistfully. "Anyway the truth is, I just wanna be in you. I want what no other guy here is ever gonna get."

"No weird painful shit?"

"No weird painful shit."

"Just sex for a night?"

"Just me controlling you for twenty-four hours. Sex is gonna happen, but me being in control of you and the sex is what I really want."

"That's what you want?"

"That's what I want," he assured.

"Well I want access to your ass whenever I want. I want you on call."

"No fucking way," Randy said rejecting it flatly.

"What do you have to worry about? Weren't you just running your mouth saying some shit about how you're Randy Orton, and how you can get Chris with no problem? Are you doubting yourself now? The only reason you'd turn down my terms would be because you're scared you're gonna have to comply."

"I'm not scared and I've never doubted myself."

"Then say we have a bet." When Randy still hesitated Hunter leaned up to nibble his earlobe. "Since I've never let anyone fuck me I'm guessing I'm pretty tight."

Randy bit his bottom lip as he thought about Hunter's tight heat swallowing him over and over again. He was certain he could sleep with Chris so it didn't matter what conditions Hunter had placed on the bet. And on the extreme off chance that he did lose the bet and couldn't get Chris, he knew there were way worse things than sleeping with Hunter on a semi-regular basis. Hell, most days he wanted to just stop their playful teasing and move to that next level anyway. Still though, the thought of someone holding that much power over him made him uneasy. He never was too good at giving someone else complete control. He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"I can do it," he said to himself and Hunter. "You're on."

"Now before we seal this I feel that I should make myself perfectly clear. When I say you have to have sex with Chris Jericho, I mean actual sex. Handjobs, blowjobs, humping, phone sex, none of that counts. And I don't want you letting him fuck you either. Well, you can, but it won't win you the bet. You have to fuck him."

Randy thought all of this over and nodded slowly. "Okay, I have no problem with that, but you can't fuck it up. You can't try to stop it from happening. I'm good, but I'm not on your level and if you're working against me I won't stand a chance."

"Fine, I won't get in your way. You'd start saying how it wasn't fair and how you shouldn't have to go along with the consequences. I'm not gonna give you any excuse to back out."

"Then we have a bet?"

"Oh yeah," Hunter said in agreement. "Game time."

"Let's play," Randy said back, blue eyes dancing in anticipation.

Before the younger man could register what was happening, Hunter was pulling him in for a feverish kiss that sealed the deal.

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