Title: The Liberator
Part 21
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 had no idea where he was going. He just drove. All he understood was he felt weird inside, and had been alright until he'd met Christian and Rob Van Dam. He just couldn't figure out why. His night with Rob after their drunken bar session had been just that - one night: terrific fun and gratuitous sex, but it meant no more than that. He remembered the time he'd been with Christian too, but that had been a long time ago, so that shouldn't affect him any more, should it? Hell! At the end of the day he'd been with just about everyone - better to have your fun that way than get too involved with just one person - you might end up getting hurt. So what if everyone secretly (or otherwise) thought he was an easy lay? That was the way he liked it - his life decision - no strings, no regrets. He glanced at the various diners on his way along, he had come out for breakfast, but for some reason he didn't feel hungry any more. So he just drove ...
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Rob looked around the room curiously, relieved to see it contained just the one single bed - that could mean only one thing. Jerking his head toward it he addressed Christian.
"No Edge then?"
Christian's eyes quickly darted to Rob's before hanging his head. He drew in a deep breath and his voice was determined sounding when he replied.
"No. Edge isn't here: this is my room. When I got back from hospital yesterday I booked myself a single room. I didn't see him till this morning. I bumped into him as I was coming to get you: he wasn't too happy."
Rob smiled encouragingly.
"No, I'll bet." Then he frowned and looked closely at Christian. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Christian smirked in a self-satisfied fashion.
"No, but it wasn't for want of trying. He swore at me and shit, called me names, pushed me into the wall then tried to hit me - but I blocked him, then I pushed him against the wall. He decided then it might be a good idea to leave me well alone when he realized I was gonna break his arm!"
Christian was wearing the smug expression of a person who knew exactly what he was about, with the self-confidence to do it. Rob was grinning: pleased at Christian's accomplishment. He nodded his approval and spoke softly.
"You did good, Christian, real good."
"It's thanks to you, Rob. If you hadn't got me so mad as to retaliate - I don't think I'd ever have gotten out of that mold. But, Rob, I'm so sorry I hurt you ..." To Rob, his eyes looked akin to those of a kicked puppy-dog.
"Hey!" Rob cut him off. "That was my intention, remember? If I'm such a dumbass as to attack someone - I should expect to get some back - if you hadn't - I'd have given you up as a lost cause! Now how about you start repaying me?"
Christian looked slightly startled, until false comprehension dawned in his eyes. He should have expected this, in truth, it was what he'd been half hoping for. Smiling seductively he crossed the space between them, until he stood immediately in front of Rob. Rob could do no more than stare in fascination at the approaching blond; immobilized as Christian's arms wound slowly round his neck, pulling them closely together. Christian's velvety half-parted lips met his in a soft kiss; sweet, moist tongue gliding gently round his mouth. The blond's promise-filled eyes closed as he pressed himself closer...
"No! I didn't mean that!" Rob gasped out as he pushed Christian away. The blond's blue eyes were filled with surprise and the hurt of rejection as he pushed his hair back behind his ears. He shook his head in bewilderment.
"What do you want me to do?"
Rob sighed.
"I don't expect you to do that - I didn't do what I did just to ... to ... I mean, to make you .... Oh fuck!" Rob waved a hand in the air. "What I mean to say is I didn't do it just so I could fuck you! Understand?"
Christian stared some then nodded, speechless, although he wasn't sure he did understand. All his professional life, because he was good-looking and with his long golden hair, practically every guy in the Federation wanted to fuck him. And now, here he was with Rob Van Dam, who was saying he didn't! He wanted to ask why, but instead said:
"What do you want me to do then? You did just say you wanted repayment ..." his voice faltered; this was a totally different situation for him.
Rob sat heavily on the bed; he looked tired but managed a glimmer of his customary RVD smile.
"I'm hungry, and I could use a shower, then I'd like to sleep."
Christian looked reassured. So that's why he didn't want anything more energetic, of course he was still tired after all that had happened, it wasn't because he found him, Christian, unattractive, it was because he was whacked. He started bouncing round Rob, fussing over towels and shower gel, then fishing in his bag he discovered some aromatherapy bathing gel. Energized at the powerful sensation of being in charge, he persuaded Rob that he might find it more relaxing to take a bath rather than shower, after all, this aromatherapy bottle did contain lavender and lilac - well known for their stress reducing properties ... Rob was too tired to protest, and reclined on the bed while Christian fussed around in the bathroom, turning on the taps full-blast as he poured copious amounts of the scented purple goo into the swirling water gathering in the bath. He'd added too much: soon the bath was overflowing with hundreds of white bubbles all vying for room within the confining tub, popping madly and exuding their luscious scent in the direction of the bedroom. But Rob was oblivious. The tinkling of water and relaxing fragrance had lulled him almost to sleep. Through the haze of the in-between world of dreams and wakefulness he became aware of a figure looming over him, checking him out. Forcing heavy lids open he gazed up at Christian.
"The bath's ready - I can get the food while you're bathing ..."
Eyes still half-closed, Rob smiled calmly up at him.
"Thanks - that'd be good ..."
With the effort of the still half-asleep, he dragged himself up from a laying to sitting position on the edge of the bed. Wearily he pulled his shirt over his head, dropped it on the bed and started unzipping his jeans. Christian watched mesmerized as the act of removing his upper clothing had caused the other man's muscles to ripple effortlessly; his eyes glued in fascination as the zip was lowered. But Rob stopped as the zip was halfway down, noticing Christian's intent gaze. Christian's confusion was apparent as he became flustered, pretending he wasn't looking when he was. Christian's perceived innocence amused Rob.
"Food, Christian?"
Christian fiddled with his hair nervously again, pulling at it then nodding enthusiastically.
"Yes, food ..."
Propelling himself to action he headed as if in a dream to the door, only too aware that Rob was now standing and had removed his jeans, leaving him clad in only a pair of boxers. Christian stood immobile with his back to the room a moment - there was something he'd forgotten - but couldn't remember what it was ... oh yes! Dashing back into the room he tried to ignore the semi-naked Rob Van Dam striking an amused pose: arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Christian's bewilderment.
"I forgot to take some money..." Christian offered as way of an explanation.
Rob merely nodded, his eyes glinting his amusement. As Christian snatched up his wallet before heading out the door, Rob turned and went into the bathroom, removing his last item of clothing. Gingerly he decided to test the water: just as well he had - blond-brain had forgotten to add any cold amidst his confused bumbling. Bending over the bath he turned the cold tap on, then supporting himself with his hands he remained in this bent-over position over the tub, watching the fresh water commingle with the rest while he swirled it around with his hand from time to time to mix it up. He was still in this position when Christian burst back in the room again, dashing to the bathroom without thinking, flinging the door open. Was he doing this on purpose? No, maybe not, Rob caught the flush of embarrassment in the other man's eyes as he wondered where to direct them, and he looked practically everywhere but at his bare ass. Christian mumbled incoherently.
"What's that?" Rob frowned, not catching the hurried mumbled words.
"I -er - don't know what you want ... erm - to eat." Christian offered apologetically.
"Anything." And Rob shot him another of his quirky smiles as he turned off the cold tap, tested the water once more before climbing in, either oblivious or uncaring that he had an observer. In truth - he was too tired to worry about it either way, and sighed his relief when the human cyclone known as Christian disappeared out the door again, leaving him to relax deeply within the abundant soapy bubbles. He relished the comforting sensation of heat enveloping his body as the water lapped gently around him. Somebody was playing some kind of serene rain-forest music somewhere within the building, the faint tinkling melody lulled his senses and his eyelids got heavier and heavier ...
End Part 21