Fic: Crave Part 10.
I really, really love my truck. Not as much as I love Chris, but it’s pretty high on my list of things I care about. I’m pretty fuckin’ in love with my truck right now as I lean against the driver door with Chris Jericho on his knees in front of me. He’s nuzzling at my crotch like a cat, hot breath reaching skin through the fly of my jeans and if it weren’t for my truck I’d be flat on my back in the car park of the hotel. The warm metal of the door contrasts with the cold air around us…..
Shhhhiiiittt!!! He just unzipped me with his teeth!!
Oh baby. He’s wrapping his tongue around the button and I know as soon as he gets it open there’s gonna be no stopping me. Chris. Blowjob. Car park.
Car park?
After winning a Herculean battle of mind over dick, I reach down and haul Chris back up by the shoulders. His eyes are wicked and knowing.
“What?” the mockery is plain.
“In a bed Darlin’.” I grit out as I carefully zip up and head to the lifts.
Jericho slides into the small space and grins.
“Or at least a couch?” The tempting little bastard moves his lips near my ear. I stare resolutely at the no. 5 button.
“Up against the door?” Warm breath in my ear shoots straight to my cock.
Ping. Hallway. Door. Card key. Open.
I know I’ve crapped on about how fast Chris is, but I’m not exactly dead either.
“Ooomph.” Did I mention I love that he’s shorter than me? Held hard against the hotel room door, toes about 4 inches off the ground, he’s kinda squirming to regain some balance.
I angle my hips between long legs and take his weight on my groin, sliding my hands under that soon to be fucked ass, holding him in place. My hard-on making small talk with an equally interested partner.
“You are a cock tease.” I growl into his neck, gently thrusting into the apex of his thighs.
Chris moans, writhing in my grip, lips press to my ear.
“Says the sonofabitch dry humping me against a door,” his breath is hot and ticklish.
I let him slide down slightly till his toes touch the floor, keeping the connection at our groins tight. I mention I love trapping him against solid objects? Walls, doors…it’s all good.
Separating our chests by only an inch, Chris pulls my t-shirt over my head.
Cool hands. Hot skin. Oh yeah.
My head snaps longingly to the bed, then back to the blonde minx tickling my nipples with his tongue.
Bed. With sheets and pillows. Lube in the bed stand and a headboard for Chris to hold onto.
Door. Trapped Chris. My cock pressing against his. Seems ready to go for it right now.
I tangle my fists into honey blond silk and pull backwards till the pleasure shooting from my chest to my groin stops. I focus intently on the wood grain in the door for three seconds and then begin to breathe. Slowly.
In, out. In, out. In, out…?
Don’t think that!!
Bringing my gaze back to Chris’ upturned face, I smile to remove the worry beginning to colour the blue.
“Bed.” Fuck. Back to one syllable. Well, you try to form coherent sentences with an arm full of gorgeous.
Keeping my arm around Chris’ waist I demonstrate a previously unknown ability to dance as I waltz us towards the bed. The look in my baby’s eyes is hilarious as he tries to come to terms with my skills.
“What are you trying to do?” he asks.
Bastard.
“Dancing ya little shit.” I say bitterly. “I was bein’ romantic.”
I so love to see laughter in his eyes.
“Oh, sorry.” He isn’t ya know. “Go right ahead. Don’t let me interrupt.” His smile’s so beautiful I’m gonna fall in love all over again. In instant response to this sappy feeling, I grab two shoulders and shove. I may not be 6’10’ but I know how to get a guy where I want him.
Does this cute little bounce on the bed as he lands too.
I toe off my sneakers and unbuckle my belt, eyeing the delectable body, currently stretching like a big ole pussycat on the covers.
He’s just watching me now.
Making no move to remove his gear or touch me. Just watching me move, like he’s indulging in somethin’ he never let himself do before. I relish that look. Knowin’ it’s all for me and me alone. He ain’t let himself love anyone else but me. Me. My damaged, fallen, golden angel. Yeah..MY Angel. Never his. God, I’m gonna blush in a second.
I reach out a hand, he IS real, and grab hold of an ankle, dragging him slightly towards the edge of the bed, I get to work on his boot.
“I dreamed this once.” Chris comments. His eyes have never left my face. “That you were here, touching me like this.” Blue eyes cloud momentarily. “But it was a dream.”
“I ain’t no dream Doll,” I intend to prove that in spades, as soon as I get his FUCKIN’ shoes off!
Triumphantly I finish unlacing his second boot and toss it over my shoulder, smiling rakishly at my victim.
The room suddenly becomes a lot darker.
Damn.
“You do have a hatred of hotel rooms don’t you?” I can make out Chris’ grin in the glow from the window.
“That was the light wasn’t it?” I don’t wanna take my eyes off him.
Chris wriggles closer to the edge of the bed. Hands reaching up to grab my ass.
“That light had it coming.” He soothes.
Sliding my palms along the strong planes of Chris’ chest I fist the edges of the see-through black shirt and pull Jericho up till we’re nose to nose.
“Smart ass.” I grin then plant another kiss. He squirms a bit then long fingers are undoin’ my fly and trying to remove my shorts. “Good luck Love.” I murmur between kisses. I toss his shirt onto the floor careful not to wreck any other furniture. ‘Cept the bed.
“Fuck!” Chris cussin’ is a definite turn on. “Austin, do you…oomph…paint these on?”
“I thought you liked my tight shorts?” I tease then groan as he finally releases my straining cock from its prison.
“I do. They leave very little to the imagination.” More swearing. He’s got ‘em to my knees now, which is better than I can do after 10 seconds. Talented fingers.
“You been imaginin’?” I ask, planning my next assault as the shorts hit my feet.
“Oh yes.” He breathes, sapphire orbs locked onto my cock. That note, that sexy husky tone he just used, banishes all playfulness from my mind. Right here, right now, I have Chris.
Without pause, my hands go to the buttons on Chris’ pants and I wrench the vinyl down and off with one strong pull. Now he’s lying before me like an offering. A temple all of my own to worship. Smooth golden skin, strong muscle, warm breath and honey hair.
Chris.
Leaning down I slowly trail a spiraling pattern up one long leg with my tongue, till I reach the junction where the skin dips in just before his hipbone. Silky skin against my tongue, solid muscle lying directly underneath. I nibble a bit, like I’m tasting a new dish. Snort. Certainly a dish at that. I lick some more and am rewarded with an erotic moan of pleasure. I continue upwards, hands pressing undulating hips into the bed when I reach the defined muscle of Chris’s groin. Ya’ll saw those really low vinyl pants he wore with the matching shirt? I nearly came in my jeans when I saw that outfit. Can think of a better place to come right now though.
Chris is twisting beneath me, eyes closed, a blissful expression on that amazing face, his head resting in the crook of one arm. His fingers are digging into my hips as I slowly curl my hand around his beautiful, hard cock.
Mmmmm. Let’s see if I can get that little noise again.
There, yeah Honey. That’s right, I gotcha now.
I can feel the pleasure building along my nerves now, a hot heavy pressure between my legs that’s soon gonna take me over. Reaching out to the bed stand I snag the bottle of oil I got weeks ago and pop the cap. The small sound causes my lover to open dazed sapphire eyes. Eyes that widen and fill with glory as I gently sink one finger deep into his body.
His face. Oh god. I could come just from looking at the expression on that achingly perfect face.
So hot. Tight.
How could I think he was cold?
I can hear the freaky feral growl start in me as I work a second finger into that tight, hot little hole.
“Austin..love...” the low luscious whisper nearly kills me. “Please…”…nearly just.. “Austin please…baby...please,”..begging me.. “…please baby.…oh god….please….Steve!”
My name.
I don’t even recognize the possessive roar that comes from me as I hold his lean hips in place in what I know is gonna be a bruising grip and sink into Chris’ burning body.
Heaven.
I was right.
I rock in, deeper and deeper, growling in satisfaction as I am finally, finally, fully sheathed within that clinging channel.
Oh Jesus!
Chris is moving his hips, rolling himself further down onto me.
Hooking my arm under his bent knee, I lift a long golden leg and twist my hips in a deep grinding thrust that nearly lifts us both off the mattress.
“Yes.” Like he’s won something. “Just like that Love.”
I agree.
“More.”
Yep.
“Now.”
Thrust. “Bossy.” Thrust. “Little”. Thrust. “Thing”. Thrust.
That I can talk is a miracle.
Arms flung back, bracing his body against the headboard, Chris meets my thrusts eagerly.
Hot, spicy breath brushes my mouth as I leaned down to taste Chris’ parted lips, dipping my tongue into the sweet wetness within, growling again as my love retaliates with equal passion. We move together into perfection. Building, rising, pounding harder and faster. I shift angles, pistoning my cock in and out of Chris’ body, jolting the bed with the strength of our strokes.
I can feel the pressure inside of me, low in my stomach, my thighs. The white heat, the fierce pleasure. I can still hear my own voice, hoarse and growling. It twists with Chris’ moans and demands. A tangle of sounds that mirror the tangle of our bodies. Our minds.
Leaning down I curl my arm under the small of Chris’ back, lifting his hips off the bed, controlling the position so I can watch his face as he comes, my hand on his burning flesh telling me it will be soon.
His voice husky, words barely formed.
Sapphire eyes glazed and wild, inhuman with intense pleasure, head fallen back to the pillow in a tangle of honey fire.
Nearly.
There.
Chris’ back arches, fingernails dig into the wooden headboard.
Exquisite.
With a guttural roar I pour my release deep into that slick channel, my cock pulsing endlessly as I yell my beloved’s name.
My eyes fixed on him.
******
I think I’m dead.
I’m collapsed across Chris, sprawled like a big Texan blanket. His heartbeat is at about 150mph but slowly decelerating. Lazily I nuzzle at his neck, tasting sweat and skin. Then I lift up slightly, resting my forearms on either side of his Chris’ head and watch him come back down to earth.
Big sigh. Small little frown and then eyes flutter and open. Like he’s waking from a dream.
Still deeply embedded in his body, I rock forward slightly.
“I’m real Darlin’,” I whisper, eyes locked onto his.
Chris retaliates with a slight clenching of muscles that send my eyeballs rolling back into my skull.
“So I see,” he whispers back. Contented smile beginning to brighten his lovely face.
“Ahh, yep,” I try to refocus. “An’ I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.” It’s a lifetime, but fuck it all. I mean it.
Jericho’s smile could shame the sun.
“I’ll hold you to that.” He promises. With a surge he rolls us over changing positions so he’s straddling me. My hands automatically grope the round globes of his ass as he begins to slowly start up the band.
“Want to prove it to me?” He asks, hair a halo, eyes wicked, smile like sin. Fallen angel indeed.
“Every single day Darlin.” I vow.
Just lust?
Well, a hell of a lot more than that. It’s also a heap of other stuff that’s going take us our whole lives to enjoy. Can’t wait. I’ve discovered somethin’ else though, as I watch my golden Chris writhe and moan.
Sometimes, when ya get a taste of what you’ve been wanting, ya just crave it all the more.