| Monday Nights |
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| Chris Jericho stepped into the locker room, grinning when he found Rob Van Dam on his own. Rob perked his head up when heard the door open. Smirking when he saw who it was. �Chris� he greeted curtly �Rob� said Jericho eyeing Rob �What can I do for you?� asked Rob turning his attentions back to his shoelace. �There�s something we need to sort out, Rob� said Jericho stepping closer to Rob who was sitting in blue jeans and a white from fitting t-shirt, busily tying his laces. Rob snapped up from what he was doing. �And what�s that Jericho?� he asked looking at Jericho who was wearing black leather trouser and his Y2J hockey shirt, Rob inwardly shook his head at Jericho�s choice of wardrobe. �I have a little problem about your name� stated Jericho, his eye�s roaming over Rob�s strong chest. �What? Rob?� asked Rob �No. Not that one� answered Jericho, his gaze moving dwon Rob�s body. �Which name might you be referring to Mr. Jericho� Rob asked standing up. Jericho�s eyes flickered up to Rob�s face. �Mr. Monday Night� he stated �Yeah so?� asked Rob, accutely aware of Jericho�s poximity to his body. �Well, Raw is my show, which is on Monday� �And?� asked Rob gesturing vaguely, wondering why Chris had bothered him. �Well, we can�t BOTH be Mr. Monday night can we?� asked Jericho Rob laughed at Jericho�s pettiness, but soon stopped when Jericho grabbed his chin and shoved him back into the lockers with a thud. Jericho ground his hips into Rob and whispered in Rob�s ear �What�s so funny Rob?� he asked. Rob felt Jericho�s stiffening cock against his hip and smirked �Nothing� he said �Apart from you� he said �You think you�re gonna fuck me� Jericho breathed in Rob�s ear and whisprerd �I am� Rob raised an eyebrow �You think so?� he asked as he abruplty pushed Jericho around and pinned him against the lockers. �I think you�ll find, it�s me that�s going to fuck. YOU� he said as he roughly kissed Jericho�s lips. Jericho pushed his tongue at Rob�s mouth who opened eagerly, but soon forced his way into Jericho�s mouth, fighting for control. Jericho�s hand moved down to the hem of Rob�s T-shirt, his hands moving up beneath, finding Rob�s nipples. He plucked at them harshly. Rob winced slightly, but increased his efforts to take control. Pushing his erection into Jericho�s hip. Jericho tried to move his hip away from Rob as he felt Rob prod him with his cock. They both pulled away breathlessly, Jericho pulled Rob�s T-shirt over his head, Rob lifting his arms helping him. �I�m still going to fuck you Jericho� he said, lifting Jericho�s jersey over his head �Fuck you� said Jericho pulling Rob�s head in, biting at Rob�s lip, making it bleed. Rob�s hand moved in front of Jericho�s chest his nails scratching the skin as Jericho pulled him in for anohter kiss. Rob�s cock was growing, and he shoved his jeans down, exposing his cock. Jerichos�s hand moved down and squeezed him roughly. Rob growled and flipped Jericho over with surprising strength. Pinning him against the hard lockers still. He stroked his hand over Jericho�s ass �That� he said slapping it �is mine� he growled nipping at Jericho�s neck as he tugged Jericho�s trousers down. Jericho�s cheek pressed against the cool metal of the blue lockers, and he struggled agaist Rob�s strong grip. He felt himself be moved quickly and pushed forward onto the bench.. Rob pushed Jericho�s face against the wooden bench, and spat on his hand, coating his cock. He had one hand in the middle of Jericho�s shouders pinning him to the bench, his other was on Jericho�s hip. Rob�s cock was dripping �My name is Mr. Monday night, Jericho. Tell me how it feels to get fucked.� He said as he entered Jericho roughly. Jericho was too far gone to realise he hadn�t been prepared, he was angry that Rob had asserted control over him,. He growled and pushed back into Rob, as Rob viciously rammed into his ass. Jericho�s cock was aching for release, he couldn�t move his arms to touch himself. Rob groewled triumphantly as he continued to push deeply into Jericho, quickly bringing his self close with the adrenaline pumping through him. He briefly considerted helping Jericho out, but soon changeed his mind, meeting Jericho�s hips as Jericho pushed back into him. Rob�s hands moved over Jericho�s back scratching at it, red arks appearing all over his back. Rob smirked as he felt Jericho wince and growl in anger. Rob pushed greedily into Jericho one final time, flooding Jericho with his seed, marking him. �Fuck yeah, you�re mine Jericho� he called out spurting into Jericho�s ass. Jericho was so close, and Rob spilling into him sent him even closer, but not over the edge. He felt Rob pull out of him roughly. Rob collapsed onto the floor beside the bench, a smug smile on his face �Who�s Mr, Monday night??� he asked cockily. Jericho�s anger had reached the top, with a burst of energy, he growled and lifted Rob up onto his knees. Puishing him forward onto the tiled floor. �I�m Mr. Moday fucking Night� he roared as he entered Rob abruptly �And I told you� he grunted as he started to pump in and out of Rob �I�ll fuck you� he said. Pulling on Rob�s hair, lifting his head back. �How do you fucking like that shitface?� he asked continuing his brutal thrusts into Rob�s ass.pushing Rob�s head back down to the floor Rob grimaced in pain at the invasion, but it was soon replaced with reluctant pleasure as Chris angled himself to hit his spot every time �I fucking hate you Jericho� ground out Rob, pushing back into Jericho. Jericho grinned and stopped, breath9ngheavily, his sweat soaed hair clinging to is shoulders. �You hate me?� he smirked as Rob gasped at the loss of movement, wriggling his ass backwards. �Yes I fucking out you� confirmed Rob, his body slick and shaking slightly, still recovering from his orgasm, and Jericho was reigniting the fire inside him. �Tough shit, I�m still fucking you� he said as he continued his thrusts, not taking long before he came inside Rob�s ass. �Your ass is mine Rob� he said triumphantly as he pulled out of Rob. Rob shuddered slightly, feeling himself grow slightly hard again, but not enough to woryy about, he sat up and turned to face Jericho �Yeah whatever Jericho� he said picking up his t-shirt and pulling it iver his head �I�m Mr. Monday night and always will be� he said cockily Jericho angrily grabbed his jersey, pulling it ovcer his head. Looking for his trousers, he growled at Rob. �Fuck you.� He said pulling on his trousers. Rob pulled on his trousers, smirking �Yeah you did that already. I fucked you too� he said standing staring at Jericho who looked back angrily at him. Jericho frowned and kissed Rob roughly again. This time taking control by catching Rob off guard. He moved his hand and held Rob�s head in place. Jericho quickly pulled back and pushed Rob roughly back down onto the bench. Rob sat down, still lsightly shocked, but gathered his wits when he heard Chris speak. �See you around Rob� Jericho grunted as he made to leave the locker room �Yeah, see ya on Monday� Rob called out after Jericho, who glanced behind him as he left the door, smirking at Rob, before shutting the door and leaving. Rob wondered what Jericho meant by that look. He shook his head, picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, and strutted out of the locker room. Not wasting his time thinking about Jericho. |
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