Content: M/M sex, BDSM, hot monkey love!
Distribution: Just ask and cred�
Disclaimer: Don't own, would love to lease, but don't sue!
Spoilers: Tiny one from Smackdown!, October 18, 2001. Mentions where Rock attempts one of Jericho's quotes and Jericho halting him in the middle by putting his hand in Rock's face and using his 'just bring it' hand sign.
Summary: Rock needs some relaxation therapy and Jericho is just the man to give it to him. *snorts* Yeah, lame, I know. But what do you expect at 3 in the morning?
Note: Thanks to Sorcha for the setting and the SD description of that scene to give me the idea for this!
October 22, 2001
"Jericho!"
Chris turned to see Rock stalking toward him, a scowl of irritation on his handsome features, dark eyes snapping. "Why, Rock, you look a bit upset."
Rock's lips tightened at the casual drawl, the faint smirk only serving to heighten his annoyance at the blonde. "You could say that. What in blue hell did you think you were doing out there?" He gestured to the curtain leading to the main part of the arena they'd just left.
Chris shrugged, whirling on his heel and continuing his way down the hall to his dressing room. "Just a little add-libbing. Thought it'd be funnier that way. You've heard of improvisation, right?"
Rock frowned at Chris's back, automatically following him. "You think sticking your hand in my face and mocking my sign is funny?"
Chris didn't bother to look around at him as he turned the corner and halted in front of his door, shoving it open and stepping inside before answering. "As a matter of fact, I found it quite funny. Hilarious, actually. If you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for our match, hmmm?"
Rock stared in consternation at the door that was now firmly closed in his face. He considered banging on it and demanding his presence again, but decided against it. He needed to do a few things before the match himself. He'd attend to the blonde when he caught up with him at the hotel later�and this time, he'd get the satisfaction he was hoping for, even if he had to beat it out of the cocky bastard's ass.
*****
Chris climbed out of his rental car, snagging his bag before slamming the door shut and striding into the lobby of the luxury hotel. He retrieved his keycard from the reservation desk and ambled toward the elevators, whistling absently as he contemplated what he would do to occupy the rest of the evening. He wasn't really in the mood to go clubbing and didn't relish loitering in the bar hoping to pick up a likely prospect to screw around with, either. Yet, he didn't much like the idea of spending the evening alone. He sighed as he stepped onto the lift, pushing the button for his floor. Just before the doors completely shut, a hand slipped between the portals, pressing the buffers to trigger the reopening mechanism. Chris found himself gazing into the glittering chocolate eyes of Rock and smiled inwardly.
"Well, fancy running into you again, Rocky," Chris murmured, watching him move into the cubicle, the doors swishing closed almost silently. "Floor?"
"Seventeen," Rock replied shortly, jaw ticking slightly.
Chris pushed the correct button, angling his head to study the other man's profile as the elevator smoothly began to rise. "Still ticked from earlier, I see." He tisked in mild reproof. "So much energy wasted on needless anger. Get over it, will ya? I did what I did. It got the pop I expected and everyone loved it. It's over and done with. Move on, man."
Rock snapped his head around to glare at the blonde. "You know, I might not be so pissed if you didn't act so cocky about it. Your attitude leaves a bad taste in my mouth and that's what's bothering me, not the fact that you jumped my spot."
Chris shrugged negligently, tilting his head back to scrutinize the glowing numbers above the door, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers on his forearm idly. "Hmm, I see," he replied noncommittally.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rock demanded, spinning to face him fully, hands planted on his lean hips, his pique increasing to full-on anger.
Chris blinked slowly, transferring his restless fingers to his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully without taking his eyes from the floor indicator. "Why, nothing at all, man. You need to chill out. All that aggression isn't good for your blood-pressure."
"You know, blondy," Rock snarled, taking a menacing step toward the other man. "You're really getting on my nerves. Are you trying to deliberately antagonize me?"
Chris finally looked at Rock with a quirked brow, the amusement in the depths of his cobalt-blue eyes plainly apparent. "You know, I would have thought our match would have gotten all that aggression out you're obviously feeling, but if it's a fight you're after, I truly would be glad to oblige you, but I don't think a hotel elevator is quite the appropriate place for it. Care to shelve your hostility until the PPV?"
Rock opened his mouth to deliver a scathing remark, but the lift chose that moment to chime it's arrival to his floor. He settled for a parting shot before striding off the elevator.
"You're an asshole, Jericho."
Chris followed him, strolling at a more leisurely pace, admiring the flexing muscles of Rock's rippling back and thighs, smiling at the furious sway of his hips as he walked. "Mmmm, so I've been told once or twice."
Rock stopped in front of his door, searching in his pants pockets for his keycard, catching sight of Chris slowly making his way toward him. He frowned at the blonde, pulling the card from the inside pocket. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow me and piss me off more?"
Chris's golden brow rose again in mock-surprise. "Follow you? I'm doing no such thing," he replied, holding up his own key to the brunette. "As it so happens, my room's on this floor too." He glanced at the door just on the other side of Rock's and smiled crookedly, a tinge of wry humor rife in his tone when he spoke again. "And it looks like fate has conspired for us to practically be roommates."
The line between Rock's brows deepened in bemusement. "What do you mean?"
Chris waved to the doors, smile widening. "My room's right next to yours, and if my calculations are correct, their connecting rooms. How convenient."
Rock glanced at the door next to his and cursed under his breath, turning his attention to slipping his card in the slot, determined to ignore the exasperating blonde. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Chris sauntered past him, close enough to send a warm wash of displaced air against his back. But it was the hand gliding over his hip to lightly cup, then squeeze a butt cheek that surprised and infuriated him. He spun around and caught Chris's wrist before he moved out of reach, jerking him to a halt. "What the fuck was that?"
Chris tilted his head to the side, his cool regard dropping to where the bronzed fingers were clamped around his wrist in a bruising grip. "Care to let go of me, Junior?" he said in a low, carefully neutral tone.
Rock tightened his hold, feeling the slender bones grind together under the pressure. "Not until you explain what that little grope was?" he hissed, fighting hard to keep his growing wrath under control. "I'm quickly losing patience with you, boy. I'm not in the mood to play games with you tonight, understand?"
Chris's blue eyes, now darkened to almost midnight and frigid as a wintry breeze blowing in the Arctic Circle, raised up to meet Rock's fiery mocha ones. He stared at him silently for a long moment, then, in a lightning-fast motion, he wrenched his captured hand down, breaking the hold, simultaneously bringing his other one up to dig the fingers into the vulnerable crook of Rock's neck, shoving him brutally against the door of his room. He came up hard against him, bending his head so that their noses almost touched. "Do you really want to deal with me, Rocky? I mean, do you seriously want to fuck with me right now?" He paused, grimly gratified at Rock's sharp intake of breath, his face twisted in an agonized grimace. He pinched the nerve even more firmly, his voice remaining as mild, almost pleasant, as before. "Because if you truly want a piece of me, I'd be glad to oblige you."
"Get�off�me!" Rock ground out, unable to make his limbs cooperate to push him away.
Chris examined Rock's tense features, a broad grin flashing onto his face. "You know," he drawled speculatively. "you seem entirely too stressed. Perhaps I can assist you in relieving some of your�tension?"
"Fuck you, Jericho," Rock growled, shifting his weight, trying to move away from the paralyzing claw the blonde still had on him. "You're the last person to help me do anything except piss me off further. Just let me go and get out of my face before I'm tempted to mar your pretty one."
"Pretty, eh?" Chris replied with a glint of mirth, adjusting his fingers slightly, easing up only marginally while he let his body relax into the bigger man, chuckling at Rock's narrowed look. "Why, I'm flattered, truly I am. But seriously, I think I can help you, Rocky."
"I don't want your God damn help," he snapped furiously.
"Oh, but I think you do," Chris whispered, his voice becoming soft and cajoling, his thumb brushing over the rapidly beating pulse in the hollow of his throat. "You just don't realize it yet. But I think I can persuade you."
Rock stiffened, confusion swirling through his mind at the suddenly seductive quality to Chris's manner. "Jericho, just what is it you're after?"
"Hmmm�" he mused thoughtfully, bracing his free hand on the door beside Rock's head. "That's a very good question, my friend. 'What am I after?'" He curled his lips faintly, as if laughing at some secret joke. "Why, I just want to help you, Rock."
"Help me, huh?" he repeated, his tone frankly disbelieving.
Chris nodded, readjusting his fingers again so that they circled his throat, palm pressing into the warm skin over his Adam's Apple. "You're tense. I want to relax you. It's the least I could do since I'm the cause of your stress in the first place, hmm? Now, how 'bout it?"
"Why are you doing this?" Rock demanded harshly, eyes narrowed down to mere slits now, only the glitter of suspicion visible.
"I told you-"
"Cut the bullshit, Blondy," Rock retorted, hand coming up to enclose Chris's wrist again, though he didn't attempt to pull it away. "What's the real reason?"
Chris half-shrugged, dropping the altruistic line and bestowing a dark, cold smile on the brunette. "I'm bored and you seem the most likely form of entertainment for me tonight."
"You're bo-" Rock stared at him incredulously. "Why, you little bastard!" he breathed.
Chris chuckled quietly, reaching down to pluck the keycard from Rock's lax fingers. "I've been told that once or twice, as well. One of my more endearing traits, certainly." He deftly inserted the card, disengaging the lock, deliberately leaning into rock as it swung open, knocking him off-balance so that he stumbled into the room. He discarded both cards and Rock's bag, stepping close to shove at his chest, keeping him unsteady, forcing him to backpedal in order to stay on his feet. Chris maneuvered the other man until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell sprawling onto the coverlet. He swiftly planted a knee in his stomach to prevent him from sitting up, grinning in supreme self-satisfaction at his prey's predicament.
Rock glared up at Chris, hands coming up to clutch at the leg, fingers still tingling as the feeling returned to them from the nerve pinch. "Let me up, Jerky," he ordered gratingly, squirming for leverage.
"Uh-uh," Chris refused with a shake of his head. "I believe I like you right where you are." He shouldered off his own bag, setting it on the bed, unzipping it and rifling through it, grunting in triumph when he withdrew a couple of items, holding them up for Rock to see. "Ahh, I knew I'd packed them in here just in case."
Rock's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open as he blinked at the padded handcuffs and leather riding crop dangling from Chris's fingers. "You're not using those on me."
"I'm not?" he returned with a sparkle of humor in his own eyes, shoving the duffel onto the floor, dropping the crop to the comforter, snapping open the cuffs and tracing the crimson silk lining with a fingertip.
The dark-haired man attempted to wriggle out from under Chris's knee, with no success, falling back with a snarl of frustration. "Dammit, Chris, Get your ass off me! You're not going to play your fucking games on me, do you hear me?"
Chris captured one of Rock's arms and deftly slipped a cuff on, the snick of the lock loud in the room. "Oh, but I think the game I'm gonna play will be just what you need to release some of that pent-up tension," he contradicted, abruptly bounding onto the bed and dragging the temporarily immobile man to the top, swiftly threading the other cuff through the headrails, snatching the other wrist and securing the bracelet around it before Rock could gather his wits for a counter. "There!" he sighed in approval, absently flicking the buttons open on his shirt and letting it slither off his shoulders to drift to the carpet with a soft swish of cloth. He then kicked off his shoes and prowled around the room, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up, taking the tie from his hair and shaking his head to allow the silky tresses to tumble freely down his back.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" Rock bellowed, yanking on the chain, biceps bulging as he tried to break free of his restraints. "You unlock these things and get the fuck out of here or I'll�I'll�"
Chris spun around, striding to the bed and plucking up the whip , bringing it sharply down across Rock's thigh, eliciting a yelp of pain, shock freezing him in mid-curse. Chris's expression was stony as he regarded him, fists on hips in a rigid stance. "You will lower your voice, understand? You will soon realize that I will not tolerate insolence from my playmates."
Rock hissed in a breath, eyes blazing with rage. "Why you sorry-I am not your fuckin' playmate," he spat contemptuously, nostrils flaring as his chest heaved.
Chris quirked his brow in sardonic amusement. "Oh no? The fact that I have you cuffed to the bed says otherwise. You will quickly learn who's master here�and I can tell you now, that it's not you."
Rock seethed at the blonde's words, his fury so overwhelming that he couldn't speak for a moment. He simply glowered at Chris, continuing to jerk on the chain in a futile bid for freedom.
Chris watched him for a while, lip curled in derision at his struggles, finally climbing onto the bed, slowly slipping the buttons free of their holes on the brunette's shirt, ignoring the curses and insults hurled at him, tugging the silk material from his waistband and drawing it up his arms to dangle from the chain. He sat back on his haunches to admire the broad chest bristling with muscle, smoothing his fingers over the rippling pecks. "You know, you've really got a very hot body, Rock," he murmured softly, rubbing a thumb over a flat nipple, lips twitching as it stiffened into a hard little nub. "Very tight and powerful. I'm going to enjoy playing with you."
"Look, Jericho-" Rock began, but got no further when he was seized in a spasm of pain, his eyes widening on Chris as the blonde raised the crop to slash it down again to strike mere centimeters above the previous blow just below his navel.
Chris paused, tapping the handle against his hip, studying the weals he'd made, fingering them contemplatively before suddenly locking gazes with Rock, the intensity in his eyes almost a tangible thing. "Rock, have you ever let yourself go completely? I mean, just lost all your inhibitions? Put yourself totally into someone else's hands and just feel?"
Rock blinked at him, his pulses quickening at the cold fire of his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered, biting the inside of his cheek to stop the involuntary moan from escaping as Chris's fingers returned to toying with his nipple, lightly plucking and rolling it until he wanted to scream.
Chris leaned close so that his breath wafted warm and moist over his cheek, eyes piercing deeply into the other man's, his voice low and husky with passion. Give yourself to me, Rock. Let me show you what it's like to be free, hmm?"
Rock inhaled sharply, unable to look away from the nearly hypnotic power of Chris's gaze. "No�no, Chris�" he rasped.
"Yessss, Rock," he countered sibilantly, tilting his head so that his hair cascaded over his shoulders to fall around their faces in a golden curtain. "You know you want to. You want badly to be free. You want me to free you." The pitch of his voice dropped into a basal purr. "Let me free you, Rocky."
"I�I�" Rock was at a loss for words for the first time in a very long time. All he could do was stare into the cobalt depths, his body thrumming as if attuned to a high frequency. With a tremendous effort, he tore his eyes away, gasping as if he'd just run a mile at full speed. "Please, Chris�let me go."
Chris tisked in mild chastisement, splaying his hand over Rock's flat stomach, feeling it flutter and contract under his palm. "I'm afraid I can't�no, won't do that."
"Why not?" he asked, his attention focused on the hand holding the crop.
"Because I haven't liberated you yet," Chris answered, swiftly and precisely moving to strip him of the rest of his clothes, tossing them in the chair beside the bed. He perused the bronzed nakedness with a critical eye, gently, almost tenderly skimming fingertips up the back of a calf to caress the satiny skin behind the knee. He was gratified to feel an almost imperceptible tremor just beneath the surface.
Rock chewed on his bottom lip, attempting to muster a fulminating glare at Chris's audacity, but wound up merely darting a glance at him, incapable of holding the intent regard for more than a second, feeling his cheeks become hot with embarrassment at being nude and helpless before the blonde.
"No need for shame here, sweetheart," Chris murmured, correctly interpreting the other man's expression. "Remember that I'm here to help you."
"By whipping and humiliating me?" he whispered, his tone slightly bitter, his eyes still on the crop as Chris absently trailed it up and down his own thigh.
Chris grinned, bowing his head. "I know it seems strange, but yes. Just give yourself over to me, Rocky, and I'll show you. I'll open up a whole new world for you."
"And what if I say no?"
"You won't."
"What makes you so certain?"
Chris's lips curved into a beatific smile, kneeling up to unsnap one of the cuffs, nudging his hip insistently. I know you, sweetheart. I know what gets you off. I know what turns you on, what makes you tick-turn over."
Rock flushed at Chris's words, finding himself acquiescing with only a token resistance, lifting his head to watch him refasten the cuff around his wrist. He shuddered when he felt the brush of lips on the nape of his neck, the ends of his hair tickling his shoulders. "What�what are you going to do to me?"
Chris stroked his fingers down his back, pressing the heel of his hand into the bunched muscles. "Relax, baby," he crooned. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want. In fact�" He cupped a buttock, molding it in his palm. "You're going to beg for it by the time I'm through with you."
"I doubt that," Rock grated dubiously, struggling to remain unmoved by Chris's sensual exploration of his body.
"Oh, I think I can pretty much guarantee it, Rock," Chris contradicted, trailing the tip of the crop down the other man's spine. "You'll be pleading for me to whip you�to fuck you�" he straddled his thighs, grinding his hips into his taut ass, growling softly, "to let you come. You're gonna crave me, Rock. Plan on it."
Rock gasped, involuntarily groaning at Chris's motion, body tensing as he anticipated his next move. "Pain has never been a turn-on to me, Jericho."
Chris snorted in disbelief. "Bullshit. I've seen the hard-on you get when your opponent is beating the crap out of you."
"That's adrenaline, jackass," he retorted, his body melting into the covers at Chris's soothing, massaging fingers on his back and shoulders.
"Maybe," Chris allowed, bending his head to seal his lips to the juncture of neck and shoulder, sucking hard until a purplish bruise formed. "But how do you explain that flash of hot pleasure that comes into your eyes when someone hits you with a chair or slams you through a table, hmm? That's quite a bit more than adrenaline, sweetheart." He hummed softly as he suckled the tender spot just below his ear, knuckles gliding up and down either side of his spine, causing Rock to arch in response. "Come on, baby�admit that you get off on it. Like I said before, there's no shame in it."
Rock moaned at the coaxing tone drifting over him, seductive and dark like the richest chocolate. "Chris, please�"
"What, hmmm?" Chris breathed, swirling his tongue around the shell of his ear. "Please what? Tell me what you want, baby?"
Rock shivered, feeling gooseflesh rise on his skin at the predatory note that crept into Chris's voice. 'Chris, stop this, okay? I don't�don't want�oh, God�" He grew rigid when Chris viciously sank his teeth into his shoulder, just short of drawing blood. The exquisite agony shot straight to his groin, leaving him panting and vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Oh, yeah�you liked that, didn't you?" Chris hissed, rocking his hips against him, letting him feel how aroused he was getting. "Mmmm, sweetheart, I can tell you're very responsive. Are you a screamer? I love screamers," he purred, easing away from him, drawing a gentle hand down his side before swiftly bringing the crop slashing down across his back in a short arc, the sound of leather against flesh loud in the room.
Rock cried out, jerking hard in his restraints. "Shit! Chris, you-"
"Quiet," he said calmly. "No speaking. Just sounds, hear me? I want to hear you moan and plead for me wordlessly. If you're good, I'll fuck you." He paused, tracing the new welt with a wolfish smirk. "And if you're really good, I might let you come."
"But I don't want-" He yelped as another stinging lash landed.
"When I say something, you'd better listen, pet," Chris drawled, administering a string of blows that had Rock writhing and cursing in pain. When Chris momentarily stopped, he examined his handiwork, pleased at the criss-crossed patterns displayed over his back, buttocks and thighs, fingering a few almost reverently before resuming his ministrations with deadly precision, careful not to break the skin or strike the same place twice, reveling in the harsh gasps, whimpers and squeals coming from the other man.
Rock twisted and squirmed in is bonds, savagely biting his lip until it bled, unable to prevent his anguish from being voiced. "Chris�ahh, fuck, please!"
Chris didn't pause in his work, shifting to concentrate on his buttocks and thighs. "Please what, Rock?" he ground out, shaking his hair from his face with a toss of his head. "Beg for me, sweetheart. Beg for me to stop�or to hit you harder. Come on!"
Rock yanked on the chain, tears of pain sheening his eyes, dismayed to hear himself utter a choked sob as he found himself doing as Chris bid. "Stop�please�Chris�ahh, Jesus, please!"
Chris instantly ceased, laying his body over Rock, a hoarse, snarling whisper in his ear demanding, "What do you want, Rocky? Tell me. Tell me what you're feeling right now, hmm? You're rock hard, aren't you? And the pun was definitely intended."
"N-no...," Rock said raggedly, struggling to control the tremors quaking through him.
"You're lying, sweetheart," he hissed sternly, climbing off him to shove him onto his back, ignoring the moan of distress this caused Rock. He looked at the place between the brunette's tense thighs, leveling a cold glare at Rock, a tight smile curling his lips. "Not hard, huh?" He wrapped a hand around the throbbingly erect cock, giving it a firm tug, eliciting a whimper and involuntary arch of hips. "I'm going to have to punish you for lying to me, pet."
"No!" Rock panted, eyes wide and dark with reluctant entreaty. "Please�no more whipping. Please?"
Chris didn't reply, urging him back onto his stomach, then slapping his ass smartly. "Hands and knees, if you please," he commanded silkily, administering a few well-placed lashes when Rock hesitated. When the other man was arranged to his satisfaction, Chris stretched over the side of the bed to rummage in his bag again, returning to rock with a tube of apricot-scented lube, setting the crop aside, having no further use for it. He stripped off his jeans, relieved to finally be free of the constricting material. He flipped open the top, squirting some of the gel onto his fingers, warming it thoroughly before dropping the tube and cupping one of Rock's buttocks, trailing a slicked finger down the crevice to tease the tightly puckered hole.
Rock stiffened at the intimate touch, shifting to try and move away, but Chris's nails dug into his flesh, holding him in place. "Chris, don't," he said softly, eyes fixed unseeingly on his cuffed wrists.
Chris paused at the quiet tone, lightly circling the entrance, feeling the muscles flex under his hand. "Don't?" he inquired just as softly. "You don't want to feel my fingers inside you? You don't want me to fuck you? You don't want to come harder than you've ever come in your life?"
Rock opened his mouth to tell him that that was exactly what he didn't want, but his throat clamped shut on the words, leaving him shuddering and breathing shallowly in reaction to the sultry tone.
"That's what I thought," Chris murmured, easing a finger into him, feeling the internal muscles close around it snugly, seeming to draw it deeper. "Mmm, you know, baby, even if your mind is protesting this, your body definitely has no objections to what I'm doing. "
Rock grew still as Chris probed him, unaware that he was holding his breath until it left him in a rush as his prostate was lightly nudged, sending a sparkle of pure sensation through him.
"Ahh, yeah, that's it, my pet," Chris cooed, adding a second, then a third finger, slowly thrusting them in and out, fumbling for the tube again and squeezing more of the gel one-handed into his palm, stroking the slippery substance onto himself, moaning at his own touch. "That feels good, doesn't it? Mmm, yes, it does, sweetheart. Think of how it'll feel with my cock pounding into you, hmm? You want that, don't you? Want my cock buried all the way inside you�yeah, mmm�"
Rock closed his eyes, letting Chris's voice ooze over him like thick, sweet molasses, gripping the chain as he lowered his head in unconscious submission, resignedly surrendering himself to the pleasure building in him. "Please, Chris�need�need�"
Chris removed his fingers, moving to plaster his chest against Rock's back, lips hovering close to his ear. "Yes? What do you need, baby? You can tell me. I'm right here. Talk to me, sweetheart." The other man mumbled something too low for him to hear and he nuzzled his jaw softly, his voice a mere breath of sound. "What was that? Speak up, I can't hear you."
"I need�need to�"
"Yeah?" he encouraged, fingers sliding around to tease and fondle his nipples, erotically undulating his hips into him, his shaft nestled between the perfect globes of Rock's buttocks.
Rock gave a tormented groan, squirming against him a little. "I need you inside me. Need to come�please?"
Chris sighed in satisfaction. "Ahhh, yes. Yes, baby. More�tell me more." He smoothed his palms down the other man's stomach, lightly skimming his nails over the fluttering abdomen.
"Chris�" he moaned, curving into the blonde. "Don't make me say it."
"I want you to, Rocky," Chris said implacably, cupping and toying with his balls, caressing the silky skin of his scrotum. "Say it, Rock. Say it and I'll do it."
Rock bit his lip, shaking his head helplessly. "I can't."
Chris enclosed the pulsing cock in his hand, slowly drawing his fist up and down the length, briefly blowing in his ear, eliciting a shiver of response. "Come on, now. It's not difficult to say, baby. Come and repeat after me�'I want you to fuck me, Chris'. Say that." When Rock merely continued to shake his head, soft mewls emitting from his throat, Chris's tone hardened. "Rock, I want you to say it. Say 'fuck me, Chris'. Do it!"
"I�f-"
"Yes�what? Come on."
"F-fuck me, Chris," Rock blurted, panting rapidly as a flush of heat flooded his cheeks.
Chris growled, planting his hands on the bed on either side of Rock's body and, with a smooth, practiced roll of his hips, he sheathed himself inside the tight tunnel. He stilled all motion as he allowed him to adjust, whispering and crooning in his ear to calm his wild trembling.
Rock uttered a low cry of mingled agony and delight, pushing backwards into him, blood trickling down his chin and neck from his teeth tearing into the tender flesh of his bottom lip. "Chris�oh, God, Chris!"
Chris drew in a long, sibilant breath, muttering a curse as he pulled out and plunged in again, grunting as he sank home. "Mmmm, oh, yeah, sweet Rocky�so tight. How does this feel, huh? Like this, hmm?"
Rock moaned loudly, head arching back, exposing his throat to Chris's hungry gaze. "Yes! Christ, that feels so good!"
"Yeah, it sure does," Chris agreed, bending his head to lick up the droplets of ruby red sliding down the dusky skin, reaching up to tilt Rock's chin toward him, capturing his lips in a fierce conquest, strengthening his rhythm slightly. "God, you're so sweet. Give yourself completely to me, baby. I want all of you with me."
Rock turned his face to nuzzle his jaw, his response almost inaudible. "All of me�yes, Chris. All of me."
"Oh, Rocky," Chris groaned, straightening to grip his hips, driving into the other man powerfully, angling to stab his prostate on each inthrust. "Come on, sweetheart, let me hear you. Moan for me, hmm? Call my name."
Rock inhaled sharply, uttering his name in a garbled shout of intense pleasure, rocking back into Chris's working hips strongly, pleading for surcease. He yelped in surprise when he abruptly found his wrists free and flipped onto his back, his legs wrenched high up over Chris's shoulders and being pounded ruthlessly into the sheets. He stretched his hands up to clasp the rails, using them as an anchor in his heaving world, inexorably drawn into the wintry blue depths of Chris's eyes. "Chris�please�need you�harder. Make me come."
Chris bestowed a brilliant smile on him, which quickly metamorphosed into a grimace of concentration as he redoubled his efforts, slamming into him with enough force to push him up the bed until Rock's head nearly pressed against the headrails. "Gonna�make�you�come�all right," he snarled harshly, curling his fingers around Rock's shaft and pumping it to match the tempo of his hips. "Do it, baby," he grunted, sweat streaming down his face and chest to patter onto Rock's. "Fuckin' shoot all over me right now, Rocky!"
Rock, nearly in an ecstasy of frantic need, bucked into Chris's lunges, straining to do as he commanded, whimpering for a tortured moment when gratification hovered maddeningly out of reach. Then he bowed high off the bed, wailing as Chris rammed savagely into his sweet spot, triggering an excruciating orgasm, dimly aware of Chris hissing his approval before uttering an animal roar, spilling into him in hard scorching spasms.
"Jesus Fuckin' Christ�shit!" Chris panted rapidly, remaining immobile for a few minutes until all the tremors faded and their bodies began to cool. He released a long, gusty sigh, lowering Rock's legs to the bed, sagging limply atop him, utterly spent. He smiled tiredly when Rock's arms tentatively came around him in a tight embrace. He lay quietly for a while, simply listening to Rock's breathing, feeling their heartbeats return to their normal tempo.
"Rock?"
"Mmm, yes?"
"How do you feel?"
Rock took his time answering, opening his eyes to study the stuccoed ceiling, taking an internal inventory, noting the aches and pains, knowing his back was going to sting like a bitch soon, also knowing that he was going to have difficulty walking for the next few days. "Incredibly good," he murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up at his own words.
Chris raised his head to look down at him, a faint smug smile gracing his lips. "Good. I knew you would." He rubbed a thumb over a reddened cheekbone, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're feeling a bit embarrassed, aren't you?" At Rock's curt nod, averting his eyes back to the ceiling. "That will pass. Pretty soon nothing we do together will embarrass or shame you."
"Rock glanced at him sharply. "You sound as if this is something we're going to do regularly."
Chris chuckled quietly, withdrawing from the brunette, bracing his weight on an elbow as he absently trailed his fingers in the still warm come on his stomach, swirling little patterns before rubbing it into his skin. "Baby, you belong to me now," he said matter-of-factly. "I've claimed you now. We will be doing a lot of what happened tonight, I promise you."
Rock stared at him in astonishment, searching his eyes for an indication that he was joking, but the intent, serious blue eyes gazed back at him steadily. "You're kidding, right?"
Chris swiped up a few droplets of come that had landed on Rock's stomach, bringing his fingers to his mouth and slowly, deliberately licking them clean. "I never kid about my pets, Rock. You're mine now. Get used to it."
"But�" He couldn't seem to find the words to refute Chris's claim and he discovered, to his dismay, that he didn't really want to.
Chris smirked at Rock's speechlessness, patting his cheek softly. "Off to sleep with you, my pet," he instructed, reaching down to tug the comforter up over them. "You're going to need all the rest you can get. I plan on introducing you to the art of being my bitch and the lessons are quite�" he yawned delicately, snuggling down to sprawl against the other man, wrapping an arm around his waist possessively, "intense-shut off the light, will you?"
Rock, profoundly dazed by all that had happened, automatically stretched to the nightstand and flicked off the lamp, settling back against the pillows, listening to Chris's breathing even out into long, slow inhalations and exhalations. He recalled the blonde's last words and shivered at the implications, still pondering just how he felt about his new situation when he slipped into a dreamless slumber, body curling naturally against Chris during the night.