Kay
Forgive and Forget - 1/? (*slash*)
TITLE: Forgive and Forget
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, mild bdsm
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, they own themselves or Vince does. I don't know their
true sexual preference, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket, if she wants it.
CHARACTERS: Hunter and Chris Jericho
SUMMARY: Chris wants Hunter to forgive and forget, but Hunter has other ideas. Lame, I know.
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~HUNTER'S POV~
I frown at the light tap at my hotel door, it's so soft that I almost didn't hear it. I glance at the
clock and frown. It's not Stephanie, she left hours ago.
I slowly get up, and pause to yawn and stretch. My hand casually slides down past my muscular
abdomen and underneath the elastic of my clingy black boxers as I stroke my poor neglected
cock. It's been months since I got laid. Damn, I'm not the game. I'm pathetic.
I remove my hand as I pull the door open. A smile slides across my face as I see Chris Jericho
standing there, looking extremely fuckable in his trademark black pants and silver shirt that is
splayed open revealing his smooth muscular chest.
"May I come in?" He asks nervously as he lowers his eyes in a submissive gesture. I notice that
his eyes glance at the bulge in my boxers before they drop to the floor in a steady stare.
Interesting. I haven't had sex for months and tonight the most sought after man in the WWF
walks into my hotel room. Screw Stephanie. She never has time for me and my male needs
anyway. I know she has a lover on the side, but who? Kurt's gay, so I know it isn't him. Hell, why
do I even care?
I motion for him to enter and he slowly brushes past me. Damn, he has a nice ass, so round and
firm. I can just imagine how it will feel to sink my cock into his tight hole. I shut and bolt the door.
There is no way that Chris is leaving until I've fucked him through the mattress.
"Hunter, I know you're getting ready to come back, and I just wanted to be the first one to......."
I silence him as I press my fingers to his lips. "Trying to kiss up to me Chris?" I ask teasing him,
enjoying the look of mounting fear on his face. "Are you worried that I'm going to seek revenge for
what happened to my knee? For putting me in the Walls of Jericho on the announce table?"
I feel him shiver as he nods. His eyes are still lowered. "I had no idea that your leg was hurt that
bad. I swear," he whimpers. His declarations sounded sincere.
I smile as I walk around him, stalking him. I can smell his fear, and if I listen close enough, I can
hear the pounding of his heart.
"That's not why I'm after you," I whisper into his ear, causing him to shiver again.
"Why?" His voice asks quavering.
I tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at me. "You have something that belongs to me."
He doesn't say anything. He knows what I mean. He has my title and I'm coming to collect it. I
will be the new Undisputed Champion. Screw the Rock. Screw Austin.
"Did you have to fuck Vince to get the belts?" I ask, loving how his body is trembling. Austin and I
had never sunk that low, but I know that Rock did. Poor bastard practically sold his soul to Vince.
"No!" He quickly retorts. "Never!"
"So no one has fucked you since Benoit went out on medical leave?" I ask, licking my lips in
anticipation of how tight he will be. Everyone knows that Chris and Benoit were lovers. They had
been for years before even coming to the WWF.
He looks up and frowns at me. "That's none of your business!"
Without warning, I push him, knocking him backwards on the bed. I'm immediately straddling
him, pinning his wrists against the mattress above his head easily as the rest of my body blankets
his. Using my good knee, I pry his legs apart and slip between them, allowing our cocks to grind
together.
He whimpers as he attempts to free himself, but he's no match for me now that I'm back at one
hundred percent.
I watch as his head tosses back and forth and I lean down and latch my mouth onto his beautifully
exposed neck, sucking and biting. Marking him as mine.
"Hunter!" He gasps as his struggles become weaker and weaker.
I grin smugly as I rub our crotches together, releasing his wrists. The warm texture of his pants
is a sharp contrast to the silkiness of my boxers.
He's as desperate as I am. Most of the guys in the back think that Chris is a slut, but I know
different. He only spreads those legs for his wife and Chris Benoit, and I am honored to be added
onto that particular list.
"What the hell is this?" I ask frowning as I look at the red dye at the tips of his beautiful blonde
hair.
"It's a statement," Chris gasped as he wrapped his arms around my waist in an attempt to pull
me closer.
"Lose it. You've been hanging around with Jeff Hardy haven't you?"
Chris rolls his eyes. "It's none of your business."
A loud growl escapes my throat before I can stop it. A sense of possessiveness overwhelms me.
"I'm making it my business," I hiss.
Chris looks up at me, the fear returning to his face as he releases his grip around my waist. Our
faces are mere inches apart, and I can feel the trembling of his body. It almost matches the lust
that is surging throughout mine.
"Hunter, let me go," he whispers nervously as he is no longer attempting to pull me closer, but
instead, trying to push me away.
I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against mine, and I know that he doesn't want to leave. He
wants to be claimed and fucked hard. He wants to be broken.
"Instead of a little forgive and forget, how about some payback and punishment," I whisper in his
ear, as I slowly suck on the lobe of it, eliciting a whimper from him.
Chris' eyes widened as my hand strayed to the belt buckle on his pants. Any protests from him
were stifled as my mouth claimed his in a brutal, but passionate kiss.
~TBC~
