Title: The Liberator
Part 15
Author: Angel Eterno
Rating: NC-17 - slash
Content: Slash, Romance, Abuse
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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"Chris!!" Rob called in the general direction of the bathroom, forcing himself to get over the strange rejection Chris seemed to offer him five minutes ago. "I need a shower too, you know?"
Silence.
"We don't have much time - you know we're late already!"
"Come join me then!"
Rob needed no second bidding. Wearing a happy grin once more and little else he shot out bed and into the bathroom. Through the steam he could only just make out Chris's naked form submitting to the pleasures of the hot water jetting forcefully down onto his already saturated body.
Unable to contain his enthusiasm, Rob pulled open the door to the cubicle, standing there a moment to fully enjoy the beautiful sight: Chris was standing beneath the cascading water, each drop and rivulet making its leisurely way down his beautifully sculpted body; he had his head thrown back and his golden hair hung damply down his back. Rob could feel his cock jumping and balls tightening as he savored the view.
Eagerly he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Chris opened his eyes momentarily, eying his companion before reaching for the shower gel. He didn't resist when it was taken from his hand. Wordlessly, Rob flicked the cap and poured a liberal amount into his hand, all the while gazing deeply into Chris's eyes. What the hell was with his earlier comment intimating he didn't want this kind of rendezvous again? Maybe he could persuade him to change his mind....
Chris didn't murmur as he felt the cool, luxurious gel massaged into his chest and across his hardened nipples. He didn't utter a sound as it was smoothed across his abdomen, where Rob inserted a finger into his belly-button, running it around inside. He gazed soporifically as Rob poured out more ... rubbing that firmly into his shoulders, which meant that Rob had to lean in closer to him to get that far. Close enough to kiss. Which he did, softly at first Rob pressed his mouth over Chris's, running his tongue on the inside of his mouth, as if to gauge his reaction. Chris decided not to react - just go with the flow - see how long he could hold out ... so he didn't kiss back, but just allowed Rob to do with him what he wanted. Which he did.
Chris felt the soothing gel massaged across his shoulders, down his back, around the cheeks of his butt - which of course meant Rob had to pull him even closer. Chris was still trying the game of non-reaction - but it was getting increasingly difficult, especially as Rob's dick was now pressing insistently rigidly against his own. The gel-slick hands meandered down his legs, his thighs, his inner-thighs and inner legs, massaging their way back up to his abdomen and chest. Chris took a quick intake of breath, his body shouting its displeasure at the omission the gelled fingers had chosen to make. He growled as he suddenly pulled Rob tight against him, feeling with satisfaction that the fingers had realized their error, and were now making their way down to massage his aching member.
Fuck the game of non-reaction - he gasped as his little friend was manipulated and mauled by the experienced fingers of Rob Van Dam. They glided silkily along its underside, insidiously spreading out as they encompassed its entirety. He closed his eyes, giving himself up to the pleasure. Not long after he sensed Rob's body sliding downward, gliding against the silken gel on his body; his dick jerked its response at the soft, insistent mouth devouring it, sucking it to greater heights of excruciating bliss. He moaned as two gel-slick fingers were inserted gently inside him. So much for non-reaction!
He was rising to a crescendo with his member being sucked avidly and his body being invaded by Rob's fingers, a third had now joined the two and Chris thought he would explode - no fucking way he could show non-reaction now... Suddenly the mouth and fingers disappeared, to be replaced by Rob kissing him hard, manipulating his dick with an almost feverish fervor before turning him round so he faced the wall of the shower. He groaned and almost came right there knowing what was to come. His wet, slippery fingers tried to grip without success onto the wet, flat tiles as he felt Rob push inside him. He didn't just push in a short way first this time, but wham! all the way in straight up as far as he could go. He felt the other man withdraw before slamming into him again and again; he relished the rough, powerful thrusts and pushed himself back onto him while pleading for more.
Rob placed one hand on the wall for support as he slid the other round to grip Chris's dick, pumping it to match each thrust as he sank himself deeper and deeper inside Chris Jericho. Both hands then gripped Chris's thighs securely as Rob plundered his body demandingly; white hot emotion searing Chris's brain as he was filled to overflowing with Rob's cum, his own shooting off in answer against the wall of the shower cubicle and running down to swirl away with the water at their feet. Trembling with emotion and exhaustion, Chris sank to his knees, aware that Rob was still holding him, his face resting against his back. They remained in-situ, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.
Chris was the first to move. Languidly he extricated himself from Rob's arms.
"We really are totally late now, you know?" he murmured, which was difficult considering Rob was frenziedly planting kisses all over his face and mouth.
"I don't care," was the mumbled reply.
"You will when we're fired ..."
"Hang on - I remember this conversation from about half an hour ago ... I didn't notice you complaining too much a few seconds ago ... You didn't say 'Oh do stop, Rob, or Vince'll fire us' then - did you?" More kisses. "Don't forget - I am Mr All Fuckin Night ...." Yet more kisses.
"Yeah - but you didn't mention anything about Mr All Fuckin Day too!"
Rob laughed. "Well he only takes over after Mr All Fuckin Night!"
And even more kisses .... Until Rob was forcibly pushed away, right under the tumultuous pelting of the shower, still on full-blast.
"I think we need to clean up," retorted Chris.
"So shall I do you and you do me?"
Chris observed Rob's super-wicked grin. "Don't you ever give up?"
"Nope! Pass me the shower gel ..."