Title: Leather

Author: Lizzie

Rating: PG-13

Content: Not a lot besides some very light m/m and a whole bunch of total silliness.

Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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"I'm telling you bro, those pants make your ass look huge!"

Christian pouted, flipping his hair over his shoulder and smoothing down the black leather pants as he took a look in the locker room mirror. He pouted some more then turned back to Edge with a violent shudder.

"Damnit dude, you let me walk around all day in these things with my ass looking huge. Huge! My butt looks humongous! How could you? This is so totally not cool!"

Edge choked back giggles and rubbed at an eyebrow to hide his smirk. "What can I say, bro? You're the one who bought the pants..."

"You, you... you reekazoid! Dork! Why didn't you just slap a pair of little pink shorts on me and call me Mr. Ass? I can't believe you let me wear these things. I am so totally not talking to you". He huffed and dropped down onto the bench, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting again and glaring down at the offending leather pants. For all of five seconds, before he looked back up at Edge. "How could you?!" he practically yelled, looking genuinely hurt.

"Oh, I don't know..." Edge said, taking a couple of steps forward, nudging Christian's thighs apart and kneeling between them. "I guess I just like how your ass looks in leather". He reached up and tucked a strand of Christian's hair back behind his ear, watching the pout fade a little and his gaze wander onto him for a second. Edge stole a quick kiss from Christian's pouting lips then stood and backed up a little. "Even if it does look huge".

"Hey, I heard that!"

"You were meant to", Edge said, with a smile.

"Reekazoid".

"Reekasaurus"

"Reekasaurus Rex".

"Ow! Hey! Illegal use of..." Edge stooped, picking up the item Christian had just flung at his forehead, and looked up with both eyebrows raised. "A tube of lube?"

Christian shrugged. "First thing that came to hand".

"First thing that came to mind, more like", Edge muttered. Christian raised an eyebrow.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you".

"Must be your advancing age, bro".

"Guess you'd know all about that. You're older than me, dork".

"By a month, you intellectual midget".

"Every little counts, dorkzilla".

"Little? Oh, I guess that's something you'd know about... mental munchkin".

"Oh yeah? Come over here and say that, uh, uh, dork".

Edge grinned, stepping forward, yanking Christian up off the bench by his wrist. "You already said that one, doofus".

"I guess you got me distracted, dork". Christian leant forward, slipping his arms around Edge's waist with a smile. "One glimpse of those teeth and all I could think was `my eyes, my eyes!'" Edge chuckled and closed his arms around Christian. "So, you gonna kiss me or what?"

"Oh and miraculously your fragile anatomy can withstand the awesome glare of my teeth now you want me to kiss you, huh?" Christian grinned and nodded. "Man is it ever a good thing your ass looks so cute in those pants... otherwise I might be tempted to leave here with a certain other blonde hockey-lover".

Christian rolled his eyes. "That bottle-blonde? He wouldn't know a decent conditioner if it jumped up and bit him in the butt. Besides, who's cuter? I think you'll find it's not him".

"No contest, bro. I'd have you over Jericho any day. Hmm, you over Jericho... Hey, what was that for?" Christian shrugged as Edge rubbed his cheek theatrically. "You didn't have to slap me!"

"You deserved it. Me and jerky boy? Bitch!"

"Aww, you know I only have eyes for you", Edge said with a smile, making Bambi-eyes and almost making Christian laugh.

"You're sure about that? Don't want me to go find Jericho for you? I'm sure he'd be more than happy to..."

"Would you *please* shut the hell up?" Edge said in his best Jericho voice. Christian rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let's get back to the hotel and I'll prove it, `kay?"

"I can't. I'm, uh, I'm washing my hair".

"So I'll wash it for you. And the rest of you. Of course presuming I can get you out of those pants".

Christian shifted forward, hooking his arms around Edge's neck, pulling himself up so they were eye to eye... and the door opened. Both of them turned to look and both rolled their eyes when they saw who it was. Christian planted a soft kiss on Edge's nose then stood back, grabbing his stuff and tossing Edge's to him.

"Let me just answer that by saying a big `eww' to that", he said, pointing to the couple who'd just entered the room and were currently engaged in sucking off each other's faces, "and a big `I'd like to see you try' to what you said about the pants. These babies are skintight. I can hardly move!"

Edge shook his head, making for the door. "I told you to leave the leather to the Rock..." He turned and shoved the door shut behind them. "Not that he looks half as good in them as you do".

A slap on Christian's leather-clad ass and a half-hearted glare back later, they were on their way out of the arena. They got into their rental together, threw their stuff in the back and as Edge was about to turn the key, Christian turned to him with a frown.

"Is it just my imagination or was Rhyno wearing leather pants back there?" he asked.

Edge was silent for a moment before his eyes grew wide. He clamped one hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, gesturing wildly with the other. Christian's jaw dropped and both of them broke into giggles.

"Oh my God, so was Heyman!"