Chris walked down the long hallway to his hotel room with a pleased smile. The show had gone well tonight. The fans had been very receptive, so much in fact, that he was still feeling the effects of his adrenaline rush. He was going to have a hell of a time sleeping.

He heard someone call his name and turned to see Hunter coming up behind him. He stopped and smiled expectantly at the larger blonde as he approached.

"What are you up to tonight?"

"Nothing. I was heading to my room. I'm still kinda pumped but I don't really feel like partying tonight. I think I'll just listen to some music or something and go to bed."

"Really? That doesn't sound much like the Jericho I know," Hunter said with a smile of his own.

"Well I could say the same about you. Aren't you and your Evolution buddies normally out right now? I didn't even think y'all came to the hotel first, just went straight from the arena to the club."

Hunter chuckled lightly at that. "We normally do, but we sorta went our separate ways tonight." "

"I can't believe they left their fearless leader at the base. What happened to all for one and one for all?"

"It's amazing what the thought of sex can do to a team, even ours," Hunter chuckled. "Naw, Ric and Dave hit some new restaurant downtown, and the kid said he had some important plans of his own tonight. My leg is kinda bothering me so I'm in for the night."

"Is it serious," Chris asked in sudden concern. "You didn't injure it again did you? Did you talk to the trainers? Does Eric know?"

"Chris, Chris, it's fine. Just a little sore, nothing major," Hunter laughed with a reassuring smile. "Calm down."

"If you're sure," he answered not fully letting go of his worry.

"I swear. Scouts honor."

Chris laughed as Hunter raised his right hand. "Like you were ever a boy scout."

"Might've been. You never know."

"For some reason I can't picture you in that uniform," Chris said with a light smile. "Now Randy on the other hand, I could see him in the outfit, badges and all."

"Yeah as a stripper," Hunter laughed.

"Well at least we know he'll always have a back-up plan if the whole wrestling thing doesn't work out."

"That he will. But I think he's gonna be wrestling for a long time to come."

Chris nodded. "I wanted to tell you, you and Ric are doing a great job with him. He's come a long way. He definitely isn't the shy kid he was last year."

"No, he's not," Hunter said biting back a smile. "Why don't you tell him that? He loves to hear somebody tell him how good he is," he said with a playful roll of his eyes. "Especially you. I happen to know he thinks very highly of you."

"Maybe I will next time I see him."

"You do that, Chris," Hunter said barely containing himself. "I have to go now, my leg is getting a little stiff. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"Oh, and Chris?"

"Yeah," he asked turning back to Hunter.

"Have fun tonight."

"Okay," he said with a confused smile.

He thought he heard Hunter laughing softly as he walked away, but he wasn't sure. He shook his head and started towards his own room. Hunter had been acting like he knew a secret that he was dying to tell him. The way his eyes had danced mischievously throughout their conversation and the way he'd his parting words.

"Have fun tonight."

It had Chris a little confused, but he chalked it up to Hunter being weird and shook it off. Or tried to at least.

~~~

He slid his card key into the electronic lock and pushed his door open. He didn't know what he was expecting to find, but Randy Orton lying on his bed, arms behind his head, and smug grin in place wasn't it.

He let the door swing closed behind him, toed off his shoes and socks, and slid his bag off his shoulder all without taking his eyes off of the grinning twenty-four year old man in his bed.

"How did you get in here?"

The smile never left Randy's face as he answered. "I'm me."

Chris felt his lips quirk into a half smile. "Would you mind elaborating on that please?"

"Well, the desk clerk was a female. And, like I said before, I'm me. All I had to do was smile, wink, and move her hair behind her ear. It wouldn't have mattered if I said my name was Randy, Chris, or Stacy, she was going to give me whichever key I asked for."

"You flirted with a chick for me? Damn, I can honestly say I'm flattered, but I'm still wondering why."

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"Tonight. What you said about me."

Chris frowned a little in confusion. "I didn't say anything about you. We didn't have any script against each other tonight."

"I know that," Randy said sitting up gracefully. "That's why I wasn't really watching you when we were in the ring together. But I was watching the tape in the limo on the way here trying to see if I fucked up at all, and that's when I caught it."

"Caught what?"

"Come over here and sit down. I'll show you."

Chris watched as the younger man stood and picked up a tape from the night table next to the bed. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down as Randy set up the tape. Randy sat down next to him as their images appeared on the television screen.

"Now, we're all standing around goofing off while Hunter sucks up to Eugene," Randy pointed out as all of Evolution entered the ring and presented Eugene with his gifts. "So then me, Ric, and Dave stand off to one side and you and Regal are on the other when Hunter gets the guy to come in and take the picture. When they cut the camera to you, look at your lips. At first I thought you were talking about what Hunter was doing. You know, selling for the crowd. But then I replayed it a few times and followed your eyes. You were talking about me."

Chris realized with a sinking feeling that the camera had caught it. He hadn't meant to say it, but as he stared at the man across the ring it had slipped out on it's own accord. He watched the screen as his own lips formed one word.

Unbelievable

Randy stood and switched off the TV and the tape turning back to Chris with his hands resting on his hips.

"So."

"So," the blonde echoed weakly.

"Let's start talking about this."

Chris lowered his head slightly as he prepared to speak so he missed Randy moving towards him, he missed the look of hunger in the younger man's eyes, and he missed him jumping at him. He couldn't miss the lean, muscular body that was now pressing his into the mattress.

"I…thought you…weren't we…talking," Chris finally managed through the feverish kisses Randy was placing on his lips.

Randy sighed in frustration as Chris kept evading his seeking lips. "I've been into you for a VERY long time. I didn't say anything because I was scared you'd turn me down. I'm not anymore. You think I'm hot, and I practically worship the ground you walk on, so now you can screw me six ways from Sunday like I've been wanting you to for the better part of a year and a half," Randy rushed before fusing their lips again.

Chris chuckled into the kiss and broke it again. "Year and a half huh? That's a lot of jacking off. Did you have, like, a poster of me or something?"

"Chris, please," Randy whined. "Do not joke right now, I want you inside of me so bad."

That killed any further jokes Chris might've had. He instigated the kiss this time and deepened it within seconds. He took great pleasure in the soft moans that erupted from low in Randy's throat as he slid his tongue past those soft pliant lips.

Chris' kisses were everything Randy had dreamed they'd be and more. They were perfect, ranging from slow and erotic, to sweet and light, all the way to hot and nasty. His tongue was soft and warm, caressing every inch of his mouth like smooth velvet. Randy inhaled sharply through his nose as Chris drew his tongue into his own mouth and began to suck at it lightly. The thought of Chris mimicking that same act on other parts of his body turned Randy's blood to liquid fire instantly.

Chris broke the kiss gradually, nibbling Randy's lower lip as he did so. The dazed look on his young soon-to-be lover's face did nothing to subdue his ego or his erection.

"You have too many clothes on, sweetheart."

Randy wasted no time jumping up from the bed and getting undressed. Clothes flew in every direction until he was standing at the foot of the bed naked as the day he was born. There wasn't an ounce of insecurity or nervousness as he stood in front of the blonde letting him look until he'd had his fill.

Chris couldn't help the gasp that left his lips. Randy was beautiful, no one could deny that. His body could've been sculpted from a marble slab and his erection was very impressive, but there were so many other things that contributed to his beauty. The way he stood before him, demeanor proud, bordering on arrogant, eyes defiant. He was almost daring Chris to find him lacking in any way, challenging him to look him over and find an error or imperfection. The way his desire was evident in every inch of his being. His lips were parted slightly, taking in each short, shallow, lust filled breath. His eyes were no longer an ice blue, but navy with his growing arousal. He was swaying almost unnoticeably with withheld passion as he gazed at the older man wantonly. It was the most beautiful sight Chris had ever seen, not to mention the hottest.

"Come here," he whispered laying back on the bed. His voice was gone and he was afraid he'd never get it back. He calmly acknowledged that Randy had stolen it along with his heart somewhere in these last few minutes.

Randy slowly climbed onto his fantasy come true and joined their lips softly. He was aware of the shift that had taken place. Where this was originally going to be a hot and fast fuck, it was now something more. Something to be savored and drawn out to its full extent. Randy was nowhere close to complaining. He'd always dreamed that he and Chris' first time would be like this, but he'd never let himself expect it. Hell, until about an hour ago he'd never expected to get Chris at all.

"Let me feel you," Randy mumbled against the warm lips he'd so recently fallen in love with. The words were a command, but they both heard it for the plea that it was.

Chris pushed the brunette up onto his knees and sat up underneath him so that Randy was straddling his lap and could lift his shirt over his head. He sighed as he felt soft hands roaming over his chest tweaking already hard nipples. The hands slid around to run across his back and trace the ridges of his spine delicately drawing a contented moan from his lips. He eased himself back down to the bed draping his arms around Randy's neck to bring him with him.

"I love kissing you," the Canadian murmured sweetly.

Randy took the hint and sealed their lips again. They stayed like that for the longest time, laying tangled together, skin-to-skin, kissing lazily until the desire to continue took over Randy. He broke the kiss and smiled softly at the groan of disappointment that slipped past his lover's lips.

"Better things, I promise," he assured with a low laugh.

Chris nodded, eyes sharp and glassy. He was taking in everything about the man he was coming undone over. He could feel the strings of his carefully structured control begin to fray and unravel. And all they'd done was kiss. The emotions flying through him were dizzying and terrifying, but surprisingly welcome. All his life people had been drawn to him, loved him almost instantly it seemed. And now, for the first time, he knew what it felt like to be on the other side of that. It was amazing.

He let a soft moan bubble up as Randy pulled gently at the skin of his neck with his teeth. He could feel the younger man sucking and nibbling at his flesh and it was turning him on like crazy.

"That's so good, baby. You're so good."

Randy felt his blood ignite at Chris' absent murmur. The words were like a caress in their own right, touching every inch of his body before kissing his heart. He knew he was young and, according to some, reckless. He knew that people his age were known for having fleeting emotions and short flings. He knew that no one would believe that he'd fallen in love with the man beneath him so quickly, but he had. Chris had been his obsession, his fantasy, and now, without warning or sign, he had become the love of his young life. Randy had accepted the fact that he was completely lost when he first felt the blonde's tongue slide against his own.

Filled with emotions that he both could and could not name, Randy stopped teasing the warm inviting flesh of Chris' neck and looked up meeting blue eyes that were so much like his own. He pinpointed the exact moment the realization lit in them.

Chris took in a breath as he felt the mood shift yet again. It was something akin to what it originally was, but something completely different. There was the sense of urgency and impatience, but both knew it wouldn't be nasty or hard. They weren't going to fuck.

Randy rolled to his left bringing the blonde on top of him. Chris sat up on his knees and undid the button of his jeans. He toyed with the idea of drawing out the process of taking off his pants, but one look in Randy's eyes stopped that in its tracks. He quickly unzipped them and climbed off of his lover and the bed long enough to take them off completely. He stood before Randy as Randy had done for him.

Randy's eyes darted quickly over the glorious body before him. There was so much that he wanted to see and all at once. He finally willed himself to start again at the top and work his way slowly to the bottom. A gorgeous smile slowly spread across his face unconsciously as he feasted on the beauty before him.

"I want you."

Neither was sure who whispered the words, but they were drawing Chris to the mattress once again. He climbed on top of Randy again but this time he straddled his chest bringing his dick to his full lips.

"No lube," he murmured by way of explanation.

It didn't matter why to Randy, he would've taken Chris in for no reason at all. He smiled and wrapped his kiss-swollen lips around the hot flesh of Chris' dick and sucked gently. He moaned instantly as the taste of Chris' pre-cum hit his tongue. He wasn't ready for the heady feeling it sent whirling through his senses. He almost lost it right then and there.

Chris gritted his teeth and forced himself not to fuck Randy's talented mouth. He slowly inched himself down the brunette's throat and pulled back just at the same speed. He let himself move back and forth two more times before slipping out of the silken heat.

Randy sighed at the loss but was soon paralyzed by the sight of Chris sliding two of his fingers past his own lips and sucking at them. He laved his tongue over them thoroughly, making sure that they were wet enough. He released his fingers and slid back until he was kneeling between Randy's now spread legs.

"Are you ready?"

"I've been ready," Randy said with mock arrogance. He felt his heart swell at Chris' affectionate smile.

When the first finger slipped inside he sighed, when the second was inserted he moaned a little. When Chris brushed his prostate he growled low in his throat and jerked his hips off the bed.

"You want me," Chris breathed hotly in the younger man's ear. He was aching at the sight of Randy writhing against the blanket.

"I want you," Randy panted. "Please Chris, I need you."

Chris eased his fingers out of his lover and positioned himself just right. He gripped Randy's hips in his hands as he moved his own hips forward. He bit his lip as he slipped into the tight heat that seemed to be sucking him in deeper and deeper. He fell forward onto his elbows and kissed Randy with bruised lips.

Randy arched up to meet every movement Chris made letting his fingers run up and down his lover's muscular back. He was moaning loudly into their kiss until the blonde pulled his mouth away to breathe. Randy stared at Chris through the curtain of blonde hair that had fallen to frame his face and breathed the words that had been running through his mind since the start of this.

"I love you, Chris."

Chris pushed into him harder at those words, jabbing his prostate and drawing a long moan from the younger man. He lowered his head again and slowly traced the brunette's lips with his tongue. The act made Randy shiver and call out how close he was.

Chris nibbled a path to his ear and breathed softly, "I love you too."

Randy dug his head back into the pillow, breath catching almost painfully in his chest as an intense pleasure tore through his body savagely. He clutched Chris' back tightly as white light exploded behind his eyes and his world spiraled out of control. The only thing he could focus on was Chris' voice calling out and the warm rush of fluid filling him. He felt like he was falling into Chris, drowning in him and it was the sweetest feeling he'd ever experienced.

~~~

When Randy opened his eyes and focused again he was laying on his back with Chris' head pillowed on his chest. He smiled softly and ran his fingers through the damp golden hair that was strewn across his torso.

"How do you feel?"

Chris kissed his chest lightly before sleepily raising his head. He met Randy's eyes and smiled slowly before murmuring, "Unbelievable."

End

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