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His head felt full, full of sleep, full of the previous night's excesses; but through it all a sliver of thought wormed its way to his consciousness. The memory that he hadn't spent the night alone. Further evidence of this, as if required, was wafting through the bathroom door in the guise of delightfully scented body gel. Rob smiled to himself, remembering the lush feel of Chris's pliant body as it had succumbed to his last night, the sensation of Chris's mouth as he'd claimed it's overwhelming sweetness.

After their lovemaking Rob had felt proud that he hadn't fallen straight asleep as was usual after some of his one-off drunken encounters; instead they'd lain as close as they could get, Chris resting his head on his shoulder as they'd whispered together in the darkness. Every so often Chris had raised his face up to Rob's, and Rob would kiss him gently, enjoying their intimacy. All thoughts of Christian almost receding from his mind - almost, but not quite.

He'd woken suddenly at some point during the hours of darkness, his mind transporting him back to the previous night when Christian had stayed in his room, in his bed (although he himself had spent the night on the floor). At that time, he'd almost thought it was Christian cuddled up close to him, until his brain reorganized itself. He was relieved he hadn't whispered Christian's name again by mistake - a mistake which fortunately didn't seem to have bothered Jericho too much. Vaguely Rob wondered why that was, until his thoughts were interrupted by a near-naked Y2J standing dripping at his door - a almost indecently small towel adorning his well-toned lower body.

"Oh fuck ..." Rob murmured huskily, the alluring apparition reeling his mind back to their shared night. "and I thought I was still tired ..."

Chris laughed, tossing back the long damp tendrils of his golden hair, where they hung down his wetly glistening back. "You mean I didn't tire you sufficiently? They don't call me the Ayatollah of the Bed Sheets for nothing you know!"

Rob laughed back "Yeah - you lived up to that all right!"

"And you lived up to yours." Chris sneaked a sly peek at him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mine?" innocently.

"Yeah - Mr All Fuckin' Night - remember?"

Rob looked startled, then frowned - the memory of his encounter with E+C crashing back intrusively into his mind.

"Oh..."

Rob flushed, turning his head toward the wall. Chris continued gazing at him curiously.

"What was that all about? Did you and Edge have a thing?"

Rob didn't know whether to laugh or be insulted.

"Shit no! I wouldn't have a 'thing' as you call it with him if he were the last guy on earth!"

"You sound serious."

"I am. I'm not into that kind of fucked up crap!"

Annoyance hit him at the thought of Edge and his behavior, his mind turning in on itself as he remembered Christian and the abuse he suffered at Edge's hands.

"What's that then?" Jericho asked inquisitively.

Rob sighed.

"You might as well know, hell you probly do anyway, you've worked with them longer than I have. He beats up Christian - regularly - has sex with him - then beats him up some more. Christian's only to look at another guy and Edge starts off."

Chris nodded seriously.

"And you were another guy?"

"No! Yes! I mean no - not really," he looked quickly at Chris to gauge his reaction.

"Did you want to be?" Chris queried, still looking serious.

"I hadn't really thought of it," Rob lied; "But he did come to me one night ..." Rob trailed off, maybe it would be unwise to say any more.

Jericho walked over, rubbing his hair with another towel.

"Don't worry about us - what happened here," he encouraged "I knew - we both knew - last night before we came here - this was just a one-off. You don't want any ties, I don't want to get too close to anyone either - you just end up getting hurt that way. And working closely together like we all do - it's better, really, not to get too involved." He shrugged and flung the hair towel on the bed, his hair hanging in a tangled mane across his shoulders. "So don't think anything you say is gonna upset me, hurt me in any way, because if we play this right - we can have our fun, not get too involved - and emerge as friends still at the end of it. So now you know why I didn't get mad at you for calling me Christian ..." his laugh had an edge to it.

Rob gazed up at Jericho. He felt relief, and some confusion.

"I called you Christian?" Chris smiled.

"Yeah, in the elevator after we'd .... Yeah - you did. So Christian came to you after Edge had beaten him up some time?"

Rob sat up in the bed, feeling more inclined to talk now Chris wasn't likely to throw some hissy fit. A nice little arrangement really, this - sex, play, and no commitment.

"Yes he did. Nothing happened - he came - got distressed some - stayed the night in my bed. I spent the night on the floor."

Chris grinned "Bet that came hard. No pun intended!"

They both laughed aloud.

"Yeah - quite hard" Rob affirmed with a grin. "But when I woke up in the morning he'd gone - no note - nothing. He'd just left without so much as a thank you!"

"And come morning I guess you were expecting your thankyou!" Chris smirked wickedly. Rob gave him equally evil smirk back.

"Well, put it this way, I wouldn't have said no!"

Chris's expression changed then, looking serious as he approached the bed, his eyes touchingly soulful and very blue; his voice husky:

"Would you say 'no' now?"

Rob's expression softened at the promise in Chris' voice, easily interpreting the underlying need in his softly spoken words. He smiled seductively at the blond,
languidly reaching out and pulling him down until he was lying on top of him.

"Oh no - I don't think I could ever say no to you, sweetheart ..."

He could feel both their hardnesses even through his sheet and Chris's towel. He pulled aside his sheet, then reached to Chris's waist to release the towel. He threw it to the floor as Chris moved to sit astride him, straddling his hips so their dicks rubbed together as he ground his thighs against Rob's. Rob gasped at the erotic shocks of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Chris - you're so fuckin hot, baby."

Chris grinned widely as he writhed harder against Rob, splaying his hands across his chest, thumbing his nipples and smoothing his hands up and down his rock-hard abdomen. Eagerly he took Rob's pulsing erection in one hand as he stretched out full length on top of him, gyrating his body and pumping Rob's cock simultaneously, driving him wild for gratification. Chris sensed Rob was reaching his climax pretty quickly, and suddenly stopped. Rob forced open his eyes, breathing heavily.

"Don't stop ... Chris ..."

"Ssssh .... I'll be right back"

In a sex-induced daze Rob watched Chris go to the dresser and pick up some lube, smearing it generously on his hands before wandering back to the bed. In a stupor Rob closed his eyes waiting for the feeling of Chris's luscious body coming down on him, enveloping him in its tight heat. To his surprise he felt an invasion, opening his eyes in shock he met Chris' blue ones staring searchingly into his as long, sensitive fingers moved inside him.

"What - what ...." He couldn't say more

"Ssssh!" Chris placed a finger over his lips to hush him. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want you ..."

"But I don't ...."

"Sssssh!"

"I've never ..."

And he felt Chris' mouth come down hard on his, curtailing any more argument as another finger joined the two already inside him, exploring him deeply within. Twin emotions of disbelief and shock assaulted him from either side until he was assailed by the explosive sensation of overwhelming pleasure. He almost yelled aloud at the plethora of sensations shooting through his body; instead he groaned and panted and writhed crazily beneath Jericho's taut form, pushing his tongue out to cavort with Chris's as his body was being wracked and tormented by one powerful emotion after the other.

Powerless he allowed his body to be turned over, unable to resist Jericho's hands pulling his hips upward until he was on his knees on the bed, his face cushioned against the pillow. Bereft were his feelings as the fingers were withdrawn from his body; he felt empty emotionally and physically, and wanted them back, probing and massaging his sweet spot. He moaned his loss, which converted into a gasp as he felt something somewhat larger and thicker probing his entrance. He cried out at the initial pain as Chris eased his lubed cock a short distance inside him.

He closed his eyes, feeling Chris's warm breath against his ear as he murmured he would take it easy, not hurt him. He felt his entrance stretched as slowly and surely Chris inched a bit at a time deeper inside, all the while stroking his cock and pulling at it gently, swirling his fingers over its dripping tip. So many sensations, so many feelings all powering through his body at once, simultaneously overwhelming him with their intensity. It no longer hurt; he relished the tight feeling of Chris driving inside him, through him, in and out with increasing tempo and in perfect rhythm to the hand pumping his cock.

Then he burst. His body went into overload and his mind shut down as his assaulted senses could accept no more - Chris's dick jabbed his sweet spot just one last time sending his whole body and senses rolling into an abyss of pleasure and sensation. He heard himself cry out Chris's name as his whole world exploded around him. He felt Chris shoot deep inside him as his muscles contracted at full force, encouraging the expulsion of Chris' hot seed now coursing throughout his spent body. It was as if from a distance he heard his own words reverberate through the plump pillow: "Fuck - fuck - fuck ...oh fuck, Chris ..."

Chris didn't immediately reply, couldn't reply, he was still trying to regain his breath; the power of speech being totally beyond his capability at that point. Instead he sagged atop Rob's supine body, waiting for his breathing and heartbeat to normalize.

End Part 12