'SmutFest' - Pairing 3
This here won't be a story, it'll just be a bunch of One-shots, pure smut, heavy, fluffy, rough, soft, tender, hard fucking with rare pairings which I've chosen myself. I'm not sure yet how many it'll be. 14 are already planned though. I'll try and update once a week (at least). Some of them might be out of the blue without any plot at all, some will refer to past episodes of SD, Raw or NXT, others will be more detailed and with background/plot.
I truly suck at fluff and this once again will be prove for it. Even though I enjoyed writing this One-Shot.
Pairing: Wade Barett/Chris Jericho (If anyone knows a good name for that pairing, let me know!)
Title: Comfort Me
Warning: Slash, Sex... and lots of Sweetness. You've been warned.
God, he was more than glad to be back in his own four walls, in his privacy, his hotel-room, away from the booing fans, the boring questions of the media, the pitying looks of his co-workers. Plopping down on his bed, face first, Wade cursed the world, cursed the people, cursed his life. Ever since this whole Nexus angle had started, everything seemed to fall apart. First, his boyfriend had left him because he started to travel more and more, then friends started to turn their backs on him, saying the angle went to his head and he became more and more obnoxious, more and more self-centred, then the fans started to abandon him, to turn on him. And on top of it, his co-workers did nothing but to feel sorry for him. It was the last thing he wanted, the last thing he needed.
All he wanted was his world to fall back into place, a man to cheer him up, someone who understood him, who accepted him the way he was. Not many of his co-workers knew that he was gay and even less knew about his five-year long relationship that had ended two months ago. It was not as if the relationship was going anywhere anyways. He had realized a year ago already that it was not bound to work out, but he had held onto it. He was a person who could not, who did not want to be alone… and that was how he felt right now. Left by everyone.
He stayed like that for a long while, face buried in the pillow, spread out on his stomach, arms curled up under said pillow, just thinking about his life and the world in general until a forced cough made him look up. His eyes met light blues, sparkling, a wide, toothy smile, the handsome features of his blond co-worker, his mentor, his friend; the man who was sharing a room with him on the road ever since he had started in WWE.
A small smile made it to his lips, automatically, an effect the older man always had on him. He was the only one he felt comfortable around, the only one who seemed to understand him, who seemed not to judge him and still… he could not open up to him. Not since he had lost Rene in that waste of time he had called a relationship. It's been too long since he had trusted anyone, been too long since he opened up to anyone, too long since someone made him feel loved, wanted, even needed. Even around his friends, he felt as if he was alone in this world, though no one knew about his true feelings. To them he would always be grumpy old Wade, who could joke and laugh, but only as long as he was not in one of his moods… and he had one of those a lot as of late.
"Earth to Wade?"
Snapping out of his daze, Wade stared back into those beautiful blues, almost getting lost in them, realizing just how close Chris was to him right now, the older mans face only inches away, corners of his lips hanging down in a frown as he studied the dark-haired male's expressions with concern.
"Everything okay? You seem a bit out of it for a few days already."
And that voice… it send chills down his spine every single time Chris opened those sinful lips to speak. Turning around on his back, Wade let go of a short sigh, nodding his head with a cracked smile. His body language though spoke more than a thousand words. Chris could see the tense muscles, could see the chest heaving and falling rapidly, could see the nervous twisting the long fingers did with the bed-sheets and looking into Wade's eyes, he could also see the hurt, the pain.
"Just the heat I think… I'm fine, really."
His brow shot up, head slightly falling to the side, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips, studying the younger man. It did not go unnoticed to him that Wade's eyes shifted to his lips the moment his tongue snaked out, lingering there longer than it was healthy and a small smirk appeared on the blonde's face. Clearing his throat, he could not help but to let out a soft chuckle, tongue darting out another time -this time on purpose- before he spoke again.
"Ya know… my eyes are up here!"
Pointing to them with two of his fingers, the chuckle grew, especially when the young ravenette's cheeks turned a slight red, his Adams-apple bopping up and down as he swallowed hard.
"Sorry… I just… maybe I'm really not feeling well. All the stress of those past months… the travelling, the partying, friends leaving me, fans turning their backs on me…"
"… and no one there who understands you, who is there for you."
Wade's eyes widened in surprise as he stared into Chris' blues, the older man looking back with a small smirk on his lips.
"I know it, Wade… I felt the same when I started in this biz… but… It get's better over the time. You'll realize who's truly your friend, you'll realize that as long as you get a crowd reaction it doesn't matter if it's positive or negative, you'll realize just how many people really understand you, cause we are all going through the same or have been at one time or another. And most importantly… you'll find someone who shares all this with you, someone who understands you, who cares for you, someone who'll make it all hurt a lot less, someone who'll make this experience, this job the best thing in your life."
The frown on his lips had slowly faded while listening to the deep, soothing voice, calm and content washing over him, invading him. Taking a deep breath, the dark-haired man shook his head though, raking a hand through his fluffy hair.
"You know… you might be right… but being gay in this business makes it even worse. It's hard enough to find a woman for that journey… but finding another guy… that's almost impossible."
"Mmphhh…" Whatever Chris wanted to say got lost in a sea of chuckles, of laughter as he shook his head, plopping down right next to the taller man, one hand searching out his thigh while the other one rested on his own knee.
"Who are ya telling that?"
Again, Wade was taken aback, trying to figure out what Chris meant by that, what the older man was talking about, tilting his head to the side and arching his brows, lips pressed together. The blond sensed his confusion; or rather saw it in his eyes, smiling warmly at him as he started to explain.
"Did you ever ask around who else is gay? Or… at least tried to open your eyes and see who behaves different? Who isn't married or doesn't bring a ring-rat upstairs with him almost every night? I mean… do you ever pay attention towards the life of your co-workers?"
"Well… I… yeah… no… I guess. Why?"
The stuttering, the insecurity, the almost naïve rambling from the else so self-content man was just too damn cute in his eyes and instead of letting words speak, Chris decided to give him an answer he could -no way- misunderstand. Squeezing the younger mans thigh, he slowly leaned over, eyes fixated on the soft brown of the man next to him as he moved closer and closer, seeing them widen in surprise and shock, the smile on his lips still not fading as he pressed them onto those of Wade.
The blond soon felt his resistance fade, wrapping one arm around the younger mans waist to pull him closer while his other hand tangled in his hair, playing with it, his eyes fluttering shut as he deepened the kiss, making it a little more urgent but still soft and sensual.
Though Wade did not know what was happening, he did not fight back, he did not even feel the urge to do so, completely getting lost in the sensation, feeling Chris' tongue tracing his lips slowly, begging for entrance. Granting it by slightly parting his lips, a soft moan escaped him as he felt the warm, wet tongue explore his mouth, gliding over his teeth, his taste buds, his own tongue and he slowly started to act himself. His hands -until moments ago holding onto the bed sheets- started to slowly slide up and down Chris' chest before tucking at the older mans shirt, pulling him onto his body and into his lap.
Chris' groin collided with his own as the older man started to rock his hips back and forth, using his chest to press Wade back down on the bed, holding himself up with his hands on either side of the younger males head. As their lips parted, he started to trail a line of kisses down Wade's jaw to his throat and over to his shoulder and neck, staying there to suck and nibble at the sensitive flesh, his tongue sneaking out to lap at the red marks, their hips now rocking against each other in synch.
The blonde's breath was ragged, coming out in short pants between kisses, his left hand slowly travelling down Wade's torso over his shirt before sneaking underneath. At the first contact of the warm, smooth hand with his burning skin, the dark-haired man gasped, his hips snapping up, letting Chris feel the painfully hard bulge in his pants, rubbing it against the blonde's thigh. Chris drew back for a moment, watching the young man's face contort in pleasure, hungrily licking his lips as his hand slit up and down the bare skin, tweaking a nipple in the process. Leaning back down, he took Wade's earlobe between his teeth, gently tucking at it.
"Let me take care of you… let me make you feel better… let me make this experience the best… in… this… world." His husky voice turned into a growl as he underlined the last few words by pushing his jeans-covered hard-on into Wade's thigh, the younger man almost coming undone beneath him, a loud gasp escaping his lips as his head lolled backwards. Chris took this as his sign to continue, his hand travelling back down to the hem of Wade's shirt, sliding it up those chiselled abs and over the broad chest to pull it over Wade's head before throwing his own shirt away.
As soon as the material was gone, Chris latched forward, his hot, wet mouth taking a nipple in, lapping and sucking on it, Wade's hips thrusting up against his in pure ecstasy. The sounds leaving the young ravenette's lips only fuelled him on and while covering his chest with hot, sloppy kisses, his skilled fingers made quick work of both their zippers and buttons, hand gliding underneath Wade's body to lift his ass up, giving the young man room to push his jeans off.
Pulling back again, Chris let his eyes drift over that beautiful, sexy body, taking in each and every bulging muscle, each detail, each mark, bruise and scar, admiring the soft, glistening skin of the young man, his fingertips brushing over it starting at Wade's neck, over his chest, his abs, making a beeline to his sides, his hips, his strong, muscular thighs, lips going dry as he held his breath. His own cock twitched painfully in his pants as he realized that the younger man was not wearing any underwear, laying butt-naked and rock-hard underneath him now.
Eyes travelling up his body again, they came to rest on the ravenette's face, seeing his eyes shut tight, ebony lashes pressed against flushed cheekbones, lips slightly parted in attempt to get some air, breath coming out in short, almost pained gasps, hands clasping the sheets next to him tightly. Seeing that the younger man probably would not move anytime soon, Chris' lips twitched up in a soft smile as he leaned down again, kissing the taller man softly, murmuring against the trembling lips.
"Let me have you, Wade… Let me make you feel better… Let me make you feel loved… wanted…"
The words alone made his cock throb, pre-cum covering its tip as he gasped into the kiss, his hands suddenly shooting up to grab the back of Chris' head, intensifying the kiss, deepening it, pulling him impossible close. Moaning into Wade's hot mouth, Chris tried to hurry out of his own pants, kicking them off together with his boxers before settling back in between the younger male's thighs, their bare, hard, pulsing length' brushing against each other, loud, simultaneous groans filling the air.
Soon there were two long, slick fingers pushing into him and a hot, wet mouth enveloping his girth, the blonde's head bopping up and down at a torturous slow pace in his lap while he pumped his fingers in and out of the tight walls. Wade's eyes were open again, staring down at the gorgeous specimen between his legs, the stormy blues glancing back at him, a smirk playing on his cock-sucking lips as he swallowed and sucked him deep into his wet caverns, fingers pumping deeper and deeper, stretching him, angling just right and finding that sweet bundle of nerves inside of Wade, making his hips arch up, Chris gagging around him.
The dual sensations of that hot, tight throat spasming and gagging around him and those slick, skilled fingers brushing his prostate had him on the verge of losing it after only a couple of minutes already and he found his hands in the blonde's hair, fisting it, tucking on it, signalling Chris to get up again.
"Need you… want you… please… Make me feel better."
The words sounded sinful, his voice having a hint of need, of desire to it, something Chris could barely resist and he obliged the younger mans command, crawling back up to cover the taller body with his own, jacking himself a few times to spread the pre-cum all over his base, to slick himself up before positioning himself between those strong, bulging thighs, their lips meeting in a heated, yet soft and tender kiss, all of Wade's emotions and feelings, all his need and hurt put into it.
Pushing inside in one quick, fluid motion, he took in Wade's low moan of pleasure, of approval, feeling those tight walls gripping him, fitting him like a glove. Their love-making was slow and tender, sensual and passionate, both men taking their time in exploring each others bodies, touching, feeling, memorizing, each movement, each spasm, each groan and mewl saved in their minds. They rocked together, against each other, lips searching out the others, tasting and revelling in, hands, fingers roaming and grasping, legs trembling, wrapped around each other, tangled in a heap of sweat and stickiness.
It was the first time in years that Wade felt that appreciated, that adored, that loved and taken care of; the first time ever that he felt worshipped and wanted. Their eyes were open during their act, deep, lust-clouded blues staring into blurry, roe-likes, emotions, feelings, thoughts and worries switching between them without any words as Chris' thrusts became faster, almost frantic, deep enough to rock Wade to the core, hitting that bundle of nerves inside of him every other time.
Almost an hour later -Chris now sitting on the bed, rocking his hips up into Wade who was rotating his hips in the blonde's lap- the older man felt the heat rising inside of him, gripping him, the familiar coil in the pit of his stomach building, his hand automatically wrapping around Wade's neglected, throbbing girth, pumping it in synch with his thrusts as their lips met once again, Wade's groan of satisfaction swallowed down by Chris' mouth.
It did not take long until the young ravenette exploded, his cum splashing their chests, their abs, covering them with sticky white ribbons, Chris' grip tightening, milking the young male for all he was worth while never faltering from his frantic pace. His name being screamed so incredibly sexily, those hot, constricting walls pulling him in, enveloping him, almost snapping him in half, the hot, sticky fluid covering him, the look of sheer pleasure on Wade's face, head thrown back, mouth hanging wide open, thick length gliding back and forth between his slick fingers started the kind of orgasm the blond had not felt in ages.
His torso searching forward, teeth sinking into Wade's already marked, reddened shoulder to stifle his scream, his hips started to buck furiously, hands holding tightly onto Wade's thighs to keep him in place as spurt after spurt of hot cum filled the younger man to the brim, the intensity of his orgasm making him see stars, eyes shut tight, whole neither regions going numb.
Spent, exhausted, satisfied and pleased, Wade's head lolled forwards onto the older male's shoulder, soft kisses trailing a path up to the blonde's ear, his hands sliding up and down Chris' back.
"Thank you… really… thank you…"
Trying to catch their breath, heartbeats slowly going back to normal, lids fluttering open again, they stayed like this for an eternity, holding onto each other, Chris' hands caressing the young man's thighs as he lapped and kissed the red marks on the others shoulder and neck before finally finding his voice again. Pulling back to lock eyes with the younger man, he leaned forward, capturing the soft, swollen lips with his smiling ones, a soft murmur escaping him.
"You're more than welcome… anytime… anywhere… anyhow."
And for the first time in years, Wade felt understood, felt wanted, felt accepted… and loved.
Told you I'm not good at fluff... Hope I didn't ruin that pairing to anyone now. Please don't forget to review and tell me your opinion. Next up will be Midy (Miz/Cody).
I truly suck at fluff and this once again will be prove for it. Even though I enjoyed writing this One-Shot.
Pairing: Wade Barett/Chris Jericho (If anyone knows a good name for that pairing, let me know!)
Title: Comfort Me
Warning: Slash, Sex... and lots of Sweetness. You've been warned.
God, he was more than glad to be back in his own four walls, in his privacy, his hotel-room, away from the booing fans, the boring questions of the media, the pitying looks of his co-workers. Plopping down on his bed, face first, Wade cursed the world, cursed the people, cursed his life. Ever since this whole Nexus angle had started, everything seemed to fall apart. First, his boyfriend had left him because he started to travel more and more, then friends started to turn their backs on him, saying the angle went to his head and he became more and more obnoxious, more and more self-centred, then the fans started to abandon him, to turn on him. And on top of it, his co-workers did nothing but to feel sorry for him. It was the last thing he wanted, the last thing he needed.
All he wanted was his world to fall back into place, a man to cheer him up, someone who understood him, who accepted him the way he was. Not many of his co-workers knew that he was gay and even less knew about his five-year long relationship that had ended two months ago. It was not as if the relationship was going anywhere anyways. He had realized a year ago already that it was not bound to work out, but he had held onto it. He was a person who could not, who did not want to be alone… and that was how he felt right now. Left by everyone.
He stayed like that for a long while, face buried in the pillow, spread out on his stomach, arms curled up under said pillow, just thinking about his life and the world in general until a forced cough made him look up. His eyes met light blues, sparkling, a wide, toothy smile, the handsome features of his blond co-worker, his mentor, his friend; the man who was sharing a room with him on the road ever since he had started in WWE.
A small smile made it to his lips, automatically, an effect the older man always had on him. He was the only one he felt comfortable around, the only one who seemed to understand him, who seemed not to judge him and still… he could not open up to him. Not since he had lost Rene in that waste of time he had called a relationship. It's been too long since he had trusted anyone, been too long since he opened up to anyone, too long since someone made him feel loved, wanted, even needed. Even around his friends, he felt as if he was alone in this world, though no one knew about his true feelings. To them he would always be grumpy old Wade, who could joke and laugh, but only as long as he was not in one of his moods… and he had one of those a lot as of late.
"Earth to Wade?"
Snapping out of his daze, Wade stared back into those beautiful blues, almost getting lost in them, realizing just how close Chris was to him right now, the older mans face only inches away, corners of his lips hanging down in a frown as he studied the dark-haired male's expressions with concern.
"Everything okay? You seem a bit out of it for a few days already."
And that voice… it send chills down his spine every single time Chris opened those sinful lips to speak. Turning around on his back, Wade let go of a short sigh, nodding his head with a cracked smile. His body language though spoke more than a thousand words. Chris could see the tense muscles, could see the chest heaving and falling rapidly, could see the nervous twisting the long fingers did with the bed-sheets and looking into Wade's eyes, he could also see the hurt, the pain.
"Just the heat I think… I'm fine, really."
His brow shot up, head slightly falling to the side, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips, studying the younger man. It did not go unnoticed to him that Wade's eyes shifted to his lips the moment his tongue snaked out, lingering there longer than it was healthy and a small smirk appeared on the blonde's face. Clearing his throat, he could not help but to let out a soft chuckle, tongue darting out another time -this time on purpose- before he spoke again.
"Ya know… my eyes are up here!"
Pointing to them with two of his fingers, the chuckle grew, especially when the young ravenette's cheeks turned a slight red, his Adams-apple bopping up and down as he swallowed hard.
"Sorry… I just… maybe I'm really not feeling well. All the stress of those past months… the travelling, the partying, friends leaving me, fans turning their backs on me…"
"… and no one there who understands you, who is there for you."
Wade's eyes widened in surprise as he stared into Chris' blues, the older man looking back with a small smirk on his lips.
"I know it, Wade… I felt the same when I started in this biz… but… It get's better over the time. You'll realize who's truly your friend, you'll realize that as long as you get a crowd reaction it doesn't matter if it's positive or negative, you'll realize just how many people really understand you, cause we are all going through the same or have been at one time or another. And most importantly… you'll find someone who shares all this with you, someone who understands you, who cares for you, someone who'll make it all hurt a lot less, someone who'll make this experience, this job the best thing in your life."
The frown on his lips had slowly faded while listening to the deep, soothing voice, calm and content washing over him, invading him. Taking a deep breath, the dark-haired man shook his head though, raking a hand through his fluffy hair.
"You know… you might be right… but being gay in this business makes it even worse. It's hard enough to find a woman for that journey… but finding another guy… that's almost impossible."
"Mmphhh…" Whatever Chris wanted to say got lost in a sea of chuckles, of laughter as he shook his head, plopping down right next to the taller man, one hand searching out his thigh while the other one rested on his own knee.
"Who are ya telling that?"
Again, Wade was taken aback, trying to figure out what Chris meant by that, what the older man was talking about, tilting his head to the side and arching his brows, lips pressed together. The blond sensed his confusion; or rather saw it in his eyes, smiling warmly at him as he started to explain.
"Did you ever ask around who else is gay? Or… at least tried to open your eyes and see who behaves different? Who isn't married or doesn't bring a ring-rat upstairs with him almost every night? I mean… do you ever pay attention towards the life of your co-workers?"
"Well… I… yeah… no… I guess. Why?"
The stuttering, the insecurity, the almost naïve rambling from the else so self-content man was just too damn cute in his eyes and instead of letting words speak, Chris decided to give him an answer he could -no way- misunderstand. Squeezing the younger mans thigh, he slowly leaned over, eyes fixated on the soft brown of the man next to him as he moved closer and closer, seeing them widen in surprise and shock, the smile on his lips still not fading as he pressed them onto those of Wade.
The blond soon felt his resistance fade, wrapping one arm around the younger mans waist to pull him closer while his other hand tangled in his hair, playing with it, his eyes fluttering shut as he deepened the kiss, making it a little more urgent but still soft and sensual.
Though Wade did not know what was happening, he did not fight back, he did not even feel the urge to do so, completely getting lost in the sensation, feeling Chris' tongue tracing his lips slowly, begging for entrance. Granting it by slightly parting his lips, a soft moan escaped him as he felt the warm, wet tongue explore his mouth, gliding over his teeth, his taste buds, his own tongue and he slowly started to act himself. His hands -until moments ago holding onto the bed sheets- started to slowly slide up and down Chris' chest before tucking at the older mans shirt, pulling him onto his body and into his lap.
Chris' groin collided with his own as the older man started to rock his hips back and forth, using his chest to press Wade back down on the bed, holding himself up with his hands on either side of the younger males head. As their lips parted, he started to trail a line of kisses down Wade's jaw to his throat and over to his shoulder and neck, staying there to suck and nibble at the sensitive flesh, his tongue sneaking out to lap at the red marks, their hips now rocking against each other in synch.
The blonde's breath was ragged, coming out in short pants between kisses, his left hand slowly travelling down Wade's torso over his shirt before sneaking underneath. At the first contact of the warm, smooth hand with his burning skin, the dark-haired man gasped, his hips snapping up, letting Chris feel the painfully hard bulge in his pants, rubbing it against the blonde's thigh. Chris drew back for a moment, watching the young man's face contort in pleasure, hungrily licking his lips as his hand slit up and down the bare skin, tweaking a nipple in the process. Leaning back down, he took Wade's earlobe between his teeth, gently tucking at it.
"Let me take care of you… let me make you feel better… let me make this experience the best… in… this… world." His husky voice turned into a growl as he underlined the last few words by pushing his jeans-covered hard-on into Wade's thigh, the younger man almost coming undone beneath him, a loud gasp escaping his lips as his head lolled backwards. Chris took this as his sign to continue, his hand travelling back down to the hem of Wade's shirt, sliding it up those chiselled abs and over the broad chest to pull it over Wade's head before throwing his own shirt away.
As soon as the material was gone, Chris latched forward, his hot, wet mouth taking a nipple in, lapping and sucking on it, Wade's hips thrusting up against his in pure ecstasy. The sounds leaving the young ravenette's lips only fuelled him on and while covering his chest with hot, sloppy kisses, his skilled fingers made quick work of both their zippers and buttons, hand gliding underneath Wade's body to lift his ass up, giving the young man room to push his jeans off.
Pulling back again, Chris let his eyes drift over that beautiful, sexy body, taking in each and every bulging muscle, each detail, each mark, bruise and scar, admiring the soft, glistening skin of the young man, his fingertips brushing over it starting at Wade's neck, over his chest, his abs, making a beeline to his sides, his hips, his strong, muscular thighs, lips going dry as he held his breath. His own cock twitched painfully in his pants as he realized that the younger man was not wearing any underwear, laying butt-naked and rock-hard underneath him now.
Eyes travelling up his body again, they came to rest on the ravenette's face, seeing his eyes shut tight, ebony lashes pressed against flushed cheekbones, lips slightly parted in attempt to get some air, breath coming out in short, almost pained gasps, hands clasping the sheets next to him tightly. Seeing that the younger man probably would not move anytime soon, Chris' lips twitched up in a soft smile as he leaned down again, kissing the taller man softly, murmuring against the trembling lips.
"Let me have you, Wade… Let me make you feel better… Let me make you feel loved… wanted…"
The words alone made his cock throb, pre-cum covering its tip as he gasped into the kiss, his hands suddenly shooting up to grab the back of Chris' head, intensifying the kiss, deepening it, pulling him impossible close. Moaning into Wade's hot mouth, Chris tried to hurry out of his own pants, kicking them off together with his boxers before settling back in between the younger male's thighs, their bare, hard, pulsing length' brushing against each other, loud, simultaneous groans filling the air.
Soon there were two long, slick fingers pushing into him and a hot, wet mouth enveloping his girth, the blonde's head bopping up and down at a torturous slow pace in his lap while he pumped his fingers in and out of the tight walls. Wade's eyes were open again, staring down at the gorgeous specimen between his legs, the stormy blues glancing back at him, a smirk playing on his cock-sucking lips as he swallowed and sucked him deep into his wet caverns, fingers pumping deeper and deeper, stretching him, angling just right and finding that sweet bundle of nerves inside of Wade, making his hips arch up, Chris gagging around him.
The dual sensations of that hot, tight throat spasming and gagging around him and those slick, skilled fingers brushing his prostate had him on the verge of losing it after only a couple of minutes already and he found his hands in the blonde's hair, fisting it, tucking on it, signalling Chris to get up again.
"Need you… want you… please… Make me feel better."
The words sounded sinful, his voice having a hint of need, of desire to it, something Chris could barely resist and he obliged the younger mans command, crawling back up to cover the taller body with his own, jacking himself a few times to spread the pre-cum all over his base, to slick himself up before positioning himself between those strong, bulging thighs, their lips meeting in a heated, yet soft and tender kiss, all of Wade's emotions and feelings, all his need and hurt put into it.
Pushing inside in one quick, fluid motion, he took in Wade's low moan of pleasure, of approval, feeling those tight walls gripping him, fitting him like a glove. Their love-making was slow and tender, sensual and passionate, both men taking their time in exploring each others bodies, touching, feeling, memorizing, each movement, each spasm, each groan and mewl saved in their minds. They rocked together, against each other, lips searching out the others, tasting and revelling in, hands, fingers roaming and grasping, legs trembling, wrapped around each other, tangled in a heap of sweat and stickiness.
It was the first time in years that Wade felt that appreciated, that adored, that loved and taken care of; the first time ever that he felt worshipped and wanted. Their eyes were open during their act, deep, lust-clouded blues staring into blurry, roe-likes, emotions, feelings, thoughts and worries switching between them without any words as Chris' thrusts became faster, almost frantic, deep enough to rock Wade to the core, hitting that bundle of nerves inside of him every other time.
Almost an hour later -Chris now sitting on the bed, rocking his hips up into Wade who was rotating his hips in the blonde's lap- the older man felt the heat rising inside of him, gripping him, the familiar coil in the pit of his stomach building, his hand automatically wrapping around Wade's neglected, throbbing girth, pumping it in synch with his thrusts as their lips met once again, Wade's groan of satisfaction swallowed down by Chris' mouth.
It did not take long until the young ravenette exploded, his cum splashing their chests, their abs, covering them with sticky white ribbons, Chris' grip tightening, milking the young male for all he was worth while never faltering from his frantic pace. His name being screamed so incredibly sexily, those hot, constricting walls pulling him in, enveloping him, almost snapping him in half, the hot, sticky fluid covering him, the look of sheer pleasure on Wade's face, head thrown back, mouth hanging wide open, thick length gliding back and forth between his slick fingers started the kind of orgasm the blond had not felt in ages.
His torso searching forward, teeth sinking into Wade's already marked, reddened shoulder to stifle his scream, his hips started to buck furiously, hands holding tightly onto Wade's thighs to keep him in place as spurt after spurt of hot cum filled the younger man to the brim, the intensity of his orgasm making him see stars, eyes shut tight, whole neither regions going numb.
Spent, exhausted, satisfied and pleased, Wade's head lolled forwards onto the older male's shoulder, soft kisses trailing a path up to the blonde's ear, his hands sliding up and down Chris' back.
"Thank you… really… thank you…"
Trying to catch their breath, heartbeats slowly going back to normal, lids fluttering open again, they stayed like this for an eternity, holding onto each other, Chris' hands caressing the young man's thighs as he lapped and kissed the red marks on the others shoulder and neck before finally finding his voice again. Pulling back to lock eyes with the younger man, he leaned forward, capturing the soft, swollen lips with his smiling ones, a soft murmur escaping him.
"You're more than welcome… anytime… anywhere… anyhow."
And for the first time in years, Wade felt understood, felt wanted, felt accepted… and loved.
Told you I'm not good at fluff... Hope I didn't ruin that pairing to anyone now. Please don't forget to review and tell me your opinion. Next up will be Midy (Miz/Cody).