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Title: come get some
Author: ForgottenEvil
Rating: NC-17.
Characters: Chris Jericho and John Cena
Summary: PWP..if you find my plot let me know
Disclaimer: own no-one and no-thing.
Warnings: M/M. nothing much more then that.
Word count: 2,378
Spoilers: the first draft and RAW 15th/6/05 (date in Australia).
Notes: if you feel like beta’ing it (grammar) go right ahead.
If you don’t criticize it isn’t going to get any better.
They had decided to meet the day before taping for RAW in order to go over recent footage of Christian and his goat, as well as discuss the storyline and way their segment was to play out.
John was just changing into his street gear as the door to the locker room slammed open and a far too happy Jericho bounded in.
‘Hello assorted people’s. Sorry I’m late, meeting went overtime.’ His arms flew around as if talking to a large crowd and John actually looked around to make sure they were alone.
‘Man why the fuck are you always so…excited’
‘Oh John, I didn’t see you there.’ And the little fucker actually looked surprised. ‘Being me, or with me’ insert suggestive wink ‘just gives you a natural high’.
John smirked over his shoulder as he conducted a detailed eye-bathing of Chris. ‘Maybe I might have to become a user then’
No Chris had not ever been stared at so intensely, by anyone. And no that did not turn him on. At all.
It was the unwritten law of the locker room, flirting to break the ice. Only Jericho was surprised Cena participated in it. With all the comments he made, you think he’d want to ‘bash your faggot ass’ for even trying it, but then again Jericho didn’t know all that much about his one-time tag-team partner, hadn’t really ever paid too much attention to him. Different shows, different interest in music, different age brackets.
Chris shrugged as he dropped his bag inside his locker on the opposite side of the room to Cena.
‘So anyway, how were you thinking of doing this’ Chris spoke to the wall as he opened his duffle and changed out of his suit and into more comfortable ‘fozzy’ shirt and jeans.
‘I was thinking perhaps over that bench or right here on the floor works for me’ Chris’ mouth dropped as he spun around shirt still in hand, to face the smirking champ. A million images flashed through his head as he watched that you-love-me-and-you-know-it smirk grow to impossible levels. Chris shook his head and willed for his brain to take over.
‘And here I thought you were in the league of ‘straight men in wrestling united’ ’
‘Damn you heard of that as well? I say if it’s good go for it. And it looks pretty damn good to me.’ The basted didn’t move from his position slouched against the opposite wall, only conducted another search with his eyes. ‘But let me guess, you have a life membership?’
Chris now realized that he was just standing there with his shirt hanging from his hand.
-Real cool- his brain chastised as he proceeded to dress.
‘Haven’t you ever heard, all rock and roll is homosexual’
‘Hmm really? No, no I don’t believe I have ever come across that one in my extensive research. Maybe you should come over here and explain the idea behind it to me’ John looked serious as he stroked his chin and furrowed his brow, except maybe for the smirk that was still in place.
If his years had taught Chris anything it was how to be seductive, as he practically stalked across the small room until their bodies were almost touching.
‘Well it goes on the theory that you take what you want’
John raised an eyebrow as his face feel into deliberation at the new idea. He seemed to draw a conclusion as he reached around and grabbed Chris’ ass, closing the distance so they were flush. Both lent forward slightly but John pulled away at the last moment, throwing a challenging look directly at Chris.
‘Hmm really? Well my philosophy is, if you want some come get some’
Chris growled as his closed the distance, immediately claiming for control.
He felt John smirk as he flipped them so Chris’ back was pressed against the hard wall, and before he knew it he was squirming beneath the intensity of the kiss as places in his mouth he didn’t even know existed were plundered. Jeeze the man was fierce, and Chris loved it.
John soon moved away from the mouth as that was an easy conquest. His hands moved upwards and grabbed the hem of Chris’ shirt, taking all his control not to rip it.
‘Man I seriously don’t know why you bothered getting dressed. Now I just have to undress you’
‘Huh’ Chris wasn’t sure what was happening, but he didn’t like that it had stopped.
His knees also chose that moment to give out as he grabbed John around the waist and crashed them both to the floor.
Before he knew what was happening he was minus his jeans and half crawling, half being dragged up John’s fully clothed body to sit on his chest.
His mouth was again plundered as Chris vaguely became aware of a very solid floor beneath his back, but all he could do was moan as he tore at the loose jersey and jeans his hands found on their own accord. The material was painful and rough to his sensitized fingertips as he tugged and groaned for assistant.
‘I’m sorry Chrissy, did you want something’ the basted had a knee either side of his waist and was kneeling over Chris who had no idea how the man was still coherently thinking, but he knew that it just wasn’t right.
He shook his head for some clarity as John tore his own shirt off. Instantly Chris was on his elbows as he attacked the smooth chest presented for him, gently pushing them back so that he was leaning on his hands with John seated on his boxered lap.
The younger man threaded his hands through the golden locks as he gently began to massage the scalp that was causing him so much pleasure, his chest was his biggest downfall and Chris was murdering him.
Chris moaned gentle at the pleasure raining on his scalp. What had he been missing out on? anyone else would have been forcing his head or yanking on his hair, but certainly not concerned for his pleasure.
Chris leant them back further as he joined his hands in the dance of exploration, soon continuing further down the packed body to the fly button of John’s pants.
John was a moaning mess as he gently detangled his fingers and raised Jericho’s face.
‘Need lube. Need to fuck you’. Chris didn’t know where, but there was a question in that so he nodded his head frantically as he leaned up and stole another kiss that John had to drag himself out of.
‘Dam boy you have a good mouth’
‘You should feel what else it can do’
A spaced groan was all he received as he opened his eyes and slipped out of his boxers, again reclining naked, hard and proud on their clothes.
His eyes traveled around the room directly in front of him, door, bench, wall.
‘John. Door. Lock quick’.
John quickly locked the door and then pounced on Jericho. Somehow he had become fully naked and Chris wasn’t complaining.
A foil packet appeared in Chris’ hand as his neck and chest were brutally attacked with butterfly kisses, his back arching off the floor.
He tore the packet open with his teeth and ran both hands down the beautiful chest before him, gently running his fingers around the base of johns cock as he slid the rubber over it. He certainly wasn’t small and Chris could only imagine what he tasted like. It then hit him that he was bottoming.
‘Hey who said you could top’
Chris felt the lips on his chest smirk as he was greeted with mirth filled coffee eyes.
‘And here I thought I had you so wrapped out of it that you’d let me do anything’ Chris just grunted and turned his head to the side in a look so classic of a child, John swore Chris would have had his arms folded if it wasn’t for the fact that were so happily running up his sides.
‘Chris. May I please. Fuck you until you screaming so desperately for….’
‘Ohh just fucking do it already’ Chris was past caring and back to moaning with his eyes closed as he arched his body back off the floor as the whole of his torso was once again attacked by those massive lips. Then he was being stretched gently as his nipples were brought to screaming points. ‘Fuck. No more, hard, need it harder. Do me already.’ He had no idea why, but the younger gangster was making him desperate. Fast.
Chris was attempting to flip them when John began easing into him, pushing fast enough so that it burned, but stopping when he was fully sheathed.
Chris’ eyes flew open as he reached up and slapped the chest in front of him ‘fuck my brains out or I’ll kill you. I don’t want gentle’
‘ohh kinky’ was the last thing Chris heard as John pulled completely out before smashing himself back in.
Chris arched as a howl flew out of him, His nails shredding down johns back. This caused them to both loose control and become vicious as bites, licks, thrusts and scratches where exchanged in a flurrying symphony of primal exclamations.
Chris’ hand blindly found himself but was slapped away by John who was braced above him, watching closely every slight change in his facial features.
Chris again opened his eyes only to be met with intense brown that reflected his desire.
‘Need a hand?’ and the smirk was back in place. And Chris wanted to know just how the fuck the man had any sort of sense left, as he managed a strangled pleading groan in reply.
John just chucked above him but was cut off half way as Chris squeezed down hard on his manhood.
‘ohh fuck man, do that again’
It was Chris’ turn to smirk as he obliged, blindly pushing John’s hand in a downward direction.
John obviously felt it was only fair to return the favor as he began a steady pump in comparison to his erratic lower half.
He returned his assault on Chris’ chest as the blond bombshell arched impossibly off the ground before collapsing in an undignified mush.
John chucked as he redoubled his efforts, Chris in his exhausted state still futily trying to bring his partner off whilst shivering with the heightened sensations relentlessly crashing through his body.
‘Urgh, how long can you last?!’
‘I bet.. until.. you come again’
Chris released a turned on moan of protest even as he began to grow hard again.
‘You’re… trying to kill me’
‘We only do …what …we can’
John decided he’d had enough of talking as he captured the lips offered for him whilst he began tracing his free hand up and down the abused chest in a way so gentle and sensual it raised Jericho to full arousal.
John’s pace was fast becoming totally erratic as he continued the gentle tracing of Chris’ lower half. Fingertips, although shaking, traced gently up and down Chris’ cock. It was the strangest and most erotic thing Chris had ever felt. That added on top of the total contrast with the brutal thrusts was amounting to one of the most intense second orgasms he’d ever experienced.
Chris literally shrieked as John finished him off with one full stoke up his cock before allowing himself to let go, holding still as he squeezed his eyes shut in silent orgasm.
Chris was still moaning and sighing as John pulled out and tied off the condom throwing it over his shoulder as he collapsed in one movement. Dragging the again boneless form of his partner to lie fully across his heaving chest he ravished the bruised lips he decided were permanently offering kisses.
He gently stroked the older mans back as they both attempted to regain their breath.
‘You..are..an evil man. And I’ve decided I’m taking you to hell with me’
‘I feel so honored to be chosen as your riding partner’
‘urgh…no more….too tired…fck’n endurance…wish I had.’
John chucked again as he gently rolled Chris off him onto their crinkled clothes as he dragged himself up to sit on the bench, stretching the arm he’d lent the whole of his weight on for their little…escapade. Well that was going to hurt like a bitch when feeling returned.
He dramatically sighed as he rose and picked up the form of Jericho who had now curled into the fetal position.
‘C’mon Chrissy, time to shower. I ain’t taking no one to dinner who smells.’
Chris seemed to be coming back to reality as he allowed himself to be carried into the showers where he slumped against the wall while John readied them.
He took the time to enjoy the full beauty of what was presented to him, smirking with pride at all the marks he’d left down John’s back and on that ass was far too perfect to be hid under loose jeans all the time. Chris laughed heartily at the dimples that matched the ones on his face.
‘If you are laughing at my dimples, you’ll pay’
‘Oh what are you going to do big tough gangster?’
John was showing off his other dimples as he came over and dragged Chris off the wall and under the spray.
‘Hmm I don’t know, I might just have to wine and dine you’ Cena grinned down as he soaped up Jericho who was leaning against his chest.
‘Ohh jeeze I don’t know if I’ll be able to take that treatment. I might just have to buy you dinner.’ Chris retaliated, poking John in the stomach and sticking out his tongue.
‘Ohh really, and what if you were too distracted to notice’
‘Yes really, and why would I be distracted’ Jericho grinned as he leant up placed as chaste kiss on those bigger then ever lips.
‘I have no idea, why don’t we find out’ John threw out an innocent look as he blinked his water clumped eye lashes.
‘Well you know how it is; if you want some, come get some’
‘Some aye, I think I’ll take the lot’
Chris could only grin as his back mysteriously found the hard wall again.