Chris Jericho had screamed as he came hard in Batista's mouth, and for a time, his consciousness was uncertain. "My god, Dave!" He mumbled later when he had recovered a bit and was lying draped across his new lover. "Nothing has ever been so good, babe!"

"Wait `til we go to bed," the big man said smugly. "I'll show you something even better."

Humming softly to himself, Jericho snuggled happily in his arms a while and occupied himself exploring the rock-hard muscles beneath the flesh of the other man's abdomen. Touching, caressing and stroking, the sensations soon caused the inevitable reaction he was hoping for - a second erection. He smiled and touched Batista's long, thick shaft, bent to rub his cheek along its length, and kissed the base. "Why do we need to wait for bedtime?"

Batista brought up his face for a kiss, then looked directly into his eyes. "Everything depends on you, Chris. Are you sure this is what you want?"

The eyes could not hold. Looking down, Jericho drew in hesitantly. "Just the fantasy of being naked and up close to you like this was the most erotic thought I ever conjured up in my romantic little brain, Dave. Being with you for real - you making love to me - you don't know how sweet that sounds to me, by the way…it might be a little painful at first, but I really do want it."

The statement gave the big man pause. "You've never done this before," he concluded.

"Is that a bad thing?" Jericho asked. "I thought most men liked that."

"Liked what?" Batista kissed him softly.

"You know. Being the first. Pioneering the way. Busting the cherry. Tapping it. Breaking it in. Plugging a virgin."

Smiling in amusement, Batista shook his head. "I just want you, and I don't want to hurt you."

"Some men wouldn't care if it hurt or not. In fact, I think it would give some men a sense of satisfaction knowing they were big enough to cause pain."

"Some men are assholes," Batista said. "Maybe there are guys like that, but I'm not one of them. Those guys are warped, baby. Those are the ones who associate sex with violence, and love has no meaning to them."

"What does it mean to you?" Jericho asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"It means everything."

"What are you saying, Dave? Are you trying to say you love me?"

Batista caressed his cheek. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Only if it's true."

Rubbing his shoulder, Batista nodded. "In that case, I'll say it."

"Then say it!" Jericho urged desperately.

With a chuckle, Batista kissed him. "I love you," he murmured. "More than you could possibly imagine."

The blonde threw his arms around him and hugged him ardently. "I love you, too," he said.

"I hope it means as much to you as it does to me. Call me a sap, but I think love is supposed to last forever. I think it's the reason for our existence, the answer to every question in our lives. I think it's the greatest thing the good lord ever invented. I've been looking for it all my life, and I felt the twinges of it the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Of course, I ignored my feelings and went about as if I wasn't attracted to you. But it kept getting stronger. I kept finding reasons to get close to you." Batista sighed. "Okay, that's enough of that kind of stuff. So now you understand that if you give yourself to me, I'll want you until the end of time. Tell me. Does it mean the same thing to you?"

Jericho was moved by his declaration. His voice thin from emotional upheaval, he answered, "Definitely! Everything you just said, it's in my heart, too. Oh, god, Dave, this is a dream. I had the same feelings about you from the moment we met, but I never realized it was mutual."

Twenty passionate kisses later, they moved from the sofa into the bedroom.

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