Content: M/M sex, language, mild domination
Distribution: Surely, just ask and cred me
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue
Spoilers: October 21, 2001, No Mercy�sorta
Summary: Christian seeks a little release from his frustration at losing his title. Lame, I know, but I don't care!
Note: Thanks to Sorcha for helping me with this and to Kat for encouraging the idea in the first place.
October 21, 2001
Christian stalked down the hall, air hissing between his teeth in a fury of frustration and disappointment at losing the match and his belt to his brother, Edge. He had no doubts that he'd regain his prize back soon, but it was still a huge let down, the grueling match leaving him thrumming with adrenaline�and horny as hell and not one likely prospect for a quick screw was about. He slammed into his locker room, pacing the floor restlessly, cursing under his breath as his fingers raked through his tumbled, damp hair, hoping his nerves would calm on their own.
But after a few minutes of aimless wandering, his nerves seeming to wind up rather than down, he realized he needed a more active expenditure of his pent-up energies. He strode back out of the room, prowling the halls in the hopes of someone stumbling across his path. It looked as if his luck was about to change.
Christian eyed the tall brunette lounging in a doorway, flipping through a magazine with a bored air, frequently glancing at his watch as if expecting someone. Christian didn't hesitate as he ambled up to him, taking the magazine from him and planting a hand in his chest to shove him backwards into the room behind him.
"What the-Christian! What the fuck-?"
"Shhh, Matty," Christian urged, dropping the magazine to the floor and slowly stalking him, deftly maneuvering him into a corner where he barred him from escaping by placing a hand on either side of his head. "I just need a little favor from you, then I'll leave you alone, k?"
Matt Hardy's eyes narrowed suspiciously, nostrils flaring at the other man's nearness. "What kind of favor? We're not exactly on the best of terms these days, you'll recall."
Christian smiled faintly, tilting his head in concession to his statement. "True. But I think I have a righteous idea of how we can remedy that, hmm?"
Matt didn't trust that feline smile, nor the fathomless gleam in those blue-green eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at him, wondering just what the blonde was up to. "What is this "righteous idea'?" he asked, adding with a soft growl, "And I warn you, I'm not in that great a mood right now, so make this good, huh?"
Christian's finely arched brow quirked in amusement. "I would have thought with your win and all, you'd be pretty stoked right now. What burr got up your ass?"
Matt's frowned deepened, recalling the tongue-lashing he'd received earlier from Lita after being caught ogling Stacy Keibler in her lingerie. She'd even gone so far as to tell him she was staying with Trish that night instead of bunking with him, as had been the routine for the past few months�consequently withholding herself�which meant he would be going to bed tonight with a case of blue balls. He hissed a curse under his breath, suddenly jerking himself back to the present, his jaw tightening as he saw the twinkling mirth in Christian's eyes. "None of your business. Look, I've got things to do, so if you don't mind�?"
"Well, I won't take up your time�much of it anyway," Christian murmured, an enigmatic smirk on his lips. "You just let me do one little thing and I'll be cool and leave you alone, mmmm?"
"What?" Matt demanded sharply.
"Just let me fuck you real sweet and hard and I'll be out of your way in a few minutes. How's that?"
Matt blinked at him in amazement at the almost casual drawl in which Christian had delivered that outrageous suggestion. "You must be out of your ever-lovin' mind!"
Christian chuckled quietly, bringing one of his hands down to glide along Matt's shoulder, clad in a thin, black T-shirt. He lightly squeezed the flesh, feeling it tense and flex under his fingertips, the warmth seeping into his skin arousing him even more. "If you call being horny as hell out of my mind, then you're God damn right," he grated, stepping closer so that their bodies were mere inches apart, forcing Matt to press himself into the corner in order to maintain some marginal distance from him. Christian's voice dropped to a silky, seductive purr as his gaze became smolderingly intense. "Now, what do you say we cut the chit chat shit and get on to the fun stuff, hmm?"
Matt had to bite his tongue to prevent the moan from escaping at the nearly overwhelming animal magnetism that exuded from Christian. How had he missed this aspect of his former friend's nature? Jesus, but he must have been blind and dumb not to notice it before! "Look, Christian�" he was dismayed to hear his voice crack with strain and he promptly cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm not interested, okay? Go find some other-shit!" Matt grew rigid at the feel of Christian's hand boldly cupping him through his jeans, firmly kneading the bulge until it became large and hard, much to his mortification and reluctant pleasure. He reached down, clamping his fingers around Christian's wrist, gritting his teeth when the blonde's tightened on him in turn. "Stop."
Christian's head tilted back so that he watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, the predatory glint reflected in his smile. "You don't want me to stop, Matty," he whispered sweetly. "I can feel that you wanna fuck just as much as I do. Why don't you just let me, hmmm" He bend his head forward so that his lips brushed the brunette's ear, his heated breath puffing against his skin, sending shivers of response through Matt. "I'll make it sooo good for you, baby. You know I can, don't you?"
Matt bit his lip hard, his head falling back to bump against the wall, fighting to keep his knees from buckling under the onslaught of Christian's concentrated seduction. "Please, Christian�"
The blonde slowly move closer, lightly undulating his body against him, not releasing his hold as he gently nuzzled the tender spot just below his jaw, flickering his tongue out to taste his flesh, groaning as the flavor of sweat and man sent a sharp stab of lust through him. "Please what, Matty? Tell me what you want."
Matt instinctively turned his face into Christian's neck, inhaling his musky scent, tentatively uncrossing his arms to splay his hands over his chest, feeling the warm, firm yet pliant flesh beneath his palms. "What is it you want?" he questioned under his breath, caught up in Christian's powerful allure.
"You know what I want, baby," Christian growled, releasing him to slide around to clutch the other man's ass and bring him hard up against him, letting him feel just how aroused he was.
"Tell me again," Matt demanded softly, arching into him, fingers digging into the blonde's chest, his respiration becoming labored as desire flooded his system. "Tell me exactly what you want to do to me."
Christian chuckled, letting him go long enough to rip the T-shirt off him, then hauled him back against himself, sighing raggedly at the feel of their bare skin pressed together. "I want to tear those jeans off you and fuck you up against this wall. Fuck you deep and slow." He laved his throat, murmuring his name as he bared more of it to his ministrations. "I wanna be buried so deep inside you, Matty�you'll let me, won't you, hmm? Let me make you scream as you come."
Matt whimpered at the soft imploring, yet implicitly commanding tone of Christian's voice, helpless to resist him any longer. Then�then what are you waiting for?" he asked breathlessly, blatantly grinding his hips into Christian encouragingly.
Christian hissed sharply, abruptly reaching between them and roughly yanking the fastenings open on Matt's jeans, shoving the material off his hips, moaning when he discovered the silky thong beneath. "Fuck, Matt�" he traced the edge covering one hip, smoothing the fabric over the lower abdomen. "You're so damned sexy, baby."
Matt smiled, kicking off the pants and hooking a thumb in the thong, tugging it down slightly, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of dark curls. "I've shown you mine�why don't you show me yours, huh?" He gave Christian a sultry look that had the blonde catching his breath, then laughing wryly.
"Actually, I'm commando tonight," he glanced down at his purplish ring tights that he was still wearing. "Have to in these or you can see jock straps or underwear lines. Can't have that." He absently stroked a hand down his own velvet-clad flank, looking up at Matt when he heard a stifled groan. He grinned smugly at the heated expression on the brunette's face. "Problems?"
"Get those fucking things off or you'll have one less pair of tights in your wardrobe," Matt growled.
Christian cocked his head slightly, making no move to oblige, instead trailing his fingers up the inside of his own thigh, teasingly inscribing designs up the inner side to his groin. "Oh, you wouldn't ruin one of my favorite tights, would you?" he purred, licking his lips enticingly. "I just love the way they fit me�they just hug my ass perfectly, don't you think?" He emphasized his words by taking Matt's hand and drawing it over the area in question, eliciting a soft curse as he clutched him.
"Christian, anyone ever tell you you're a cocktease?" Matt accused, slipping his fingers into the waistband of the blonde's ring tights and yanking down, sucking in his breath at the sight of Christian's shaft bursting free of it's confines.
"I haven't teased your cock yet, sweetheart," Christian replied, amused at the other man's struggle for self-control. He slapped Matt's hands away and finished undressing, catching the waist of Matt's thong and pulling on it insistently. "Want me to tease your cock, Matt?" he offered innocently, his crystalline eyes deceptively wide and guileless as he swayed toward him, his moist lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue flickering out to touch the lower one as he avidly stared down at the straining bulge barely harnessed by the silk fabric.
Matt gasped at the sweet ache that gaze evoked, quickly pushing the thong down and off, reaching for Christian in silent need.
Christian's playfulness fell away to reveal the burning desire blazing beneath. He uttered a low snarl as he hauled Matt against him, capturing his mouth in a fiery kiss, thoroughly plundering and conquering the slick depths. After a moment, he tore his lips away to pant, "Lube?"
Matt had to blink several times to gather enough of his wits to realize what Christian was asking. "Oh, shit�I didn't�wait!" He stumbled a few feet to his bag, which was thankfully sitting against the same wall. He bent over, rummaging around in the side pocket for the half-full bottle of hand lotion he always carried. He nearly fell over in startlement at the feel of moist lips in the small of his back. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder to see Christian on his knees behind him, busily laving and nibbling his way over his buttocks, hands squeezing and molding the taut flesh in his palms as his tongue swirled wet circles across the skin, then darting down the dusky valley. "Christian, what�Oh, God!" He brought his hand up to brace against the wall as he felt Christian part his cheeks and delve his tongue into his tightly puckered entrance. He nearly cried out at the exquisite jolts of pleasure that sang through him. "Fuck, Christian�Jesus!"
Christian gave a rumbling chuckle, grasping his hips to hold him steady as he teased his tongue around the sensitive hole before probing deeply once more, enjoying the soft little mews of delight coming from Matt. He reached out, snagging the bottle of lotion that hung limply in Matt's hand, squeezing some of the peach-scented cream onto his fingers, replacing his tongue with two of them. "You liked that, didn't you, Baby?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. "Liked my tongue in your tight little ass? Just like you like my fingers in there now, hmm?" He rose to his feet, careful to keep his fingers moving inside him as he stretched him. He tangled his free hand in Matt's silky hair and jerked sharply, eliciting a yelp of pained surprise. "Tell me you want it, Matty," he commanded harshly, adding a third finger, angling to glide over the bulge of his prostate, smiling ferally at the other man's loud moan. "Tell me, baby."
Matt planted both hands on the wall, knowing that he'd surely fall if he didn't have that small support. "Please, Chris�ahh, God, that's good!" he rasped, eyes snapping shut as a stab of pleasure rippled through him. "Chrissy�please�fuck me before I explode!"
"Is that what you want me to do?" Christian questioned, his voice almost mild as he eased his fingers in and out of him, lowering his head to suckle the nape of his neck. "Want me to fuck you, hmmm? Sink my hard dick deep in your pretty ass, huh? Talk to me, baby. I want to hear you."
Matt whined at the hot, sibilant whisper in his ear, rocking back against him, seeking more. "Please�I need you inside me�now! Wanna come so bad, baby."
Christian laughed huskily, removing his fingers, smacking his buttock sharply at the groan of loss. "Spread your legs for me, Matt," he ordered, squirting a generous amount of lotion into his hand before dropping the bottle, taking his time stroking the cream onto himself, reveling in the slick friction, his other hand massaging Matt's hip. "You ready for me?"
Matt nodded emphatically, unable to form a coherent sentence, desperate to get off, having to fight the urge to wrap his fingers around his cock and move things along.
Christian, sensing that Matt was close to his breaking point, wasted no more time in foreplay. He gripped the other man's hips and, in a smooth, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself in Matt's incredibly snug heat. He bit his tongue till it bled to keep from spilling right then and there, managing-just barely-to retain his control. "Ahh, Matty�so damned tight. God, am I gonna enjoy pounding you."
Matt had time to catch one breath before Christian put words into action, nearly slamming his head into the wall with the force of his plunges before he steadied himself and fell into the hard, savage tempo, unaware of the ragged whimpers he was uttering, simply too consumed by the fires of intense hunger sizzling through him.
Christian tossed his head back, hair clinging damply to his shoulders and neck, low grunts of effort exploding from him. "So good�so fucking good!"
"Holy�Christ, baby�gonna�m'gonna come!" Matt gasped, amazed that he was so close and not once did either of them touch his cock. His wonder was swept away in a white-hot flash of heat as Christian shifted the angle of his thrusts to jab his sweet spot. "Fuck, yeah! There�right there�ohhh, Chrissy!"
Christian growled as he strove to send Matt over the brink, needing to hear him come with a bone-deep intensity that would have shocked him if he'd not been out of his mind with lust. "yeah, that's right, baby�shoot for me. Want to feel you come, Matty." He planted his feet further apart, wrapping an arm around his hips, wrenching him back into his lunges while his free hand slipped around to clasp the ultra-sensitive shaft, feeling it nearly jump in his hand. "God, you're so hot�so sweet�mmm, come, baby. I'm waiting for you."
Matt whined at the hoarse command, rearing back into him, hovering just over the pinnacle. He gave a sudden howl as Christian simultaneously drove deeply into him, tugged on his over-stimulated cock and pinched one of his throbbing nipples almost savagely, hissing his name sharply.
Christian gave a triumphant laugh at the feel of Matt's orgasm, it transforming into a roar as he reached his own release, exploding into Matt in a scorching flood, shuddering in reaction.
Matt tensed his muscles as he felt Christian's weight sag against him, supporting him as he recovered, staring sightlessly at the wall, mind gone numb with over-loaded circuits. He was vaguely aware of time passing and Christian straightening from him, soft crooning in his ear as he was led into the bathroom into a warm shower. Finally, he slowly regained his senses, blinking at Christian, then smiling faintly. "Damn." That was all he could think of to say, merely shaking his head and repeating himself. "Damn!"
Christian gave him a supremely arrogant smirk as he handed him the washcloth and soap, turning his back to him. "Told you I'd make it good for you. Perhaps you'll believe me next time."
Matt automatically soaped the blonde's back, raising a brow at the back of his head. "'Next time'? You're assuming there will be one?"
Christian flicked a glance over his shoulder at the brunette, a cocky glint in his eyes. "Baby, that's not an assumption, that's a prediction." He reached behind him, grasping Matt's wrist firmly, staring penetratingly into the other man's eyes, a mysterious grin on his lips. "And my predictions are never wrong."