~RVD'S POV~
I can't help but grin as I watch Edge dance with Mike Awesome. Mike looks like he wants to devour the tall
blonde, but when he looks over at me, I frown, mouthing the word, "mine." Poor Mike looks disappointed.
Poor idiot. He knows that I don't share and that I always get my man.
I pull a small capsule out of my shirt pocket and carefully open it, dumping the powdery white contents into
Edge's beer, knowing that it will be dissolved before Edge comes back to our booth.
Edge doesn't know it yet, but he's mine. I have no intentions of ending up like his little obedient bitch,
Christian. I'm the one in charge. His ass is mine, and so is Christian's.
~MIKE'S POV~
I frown as I watch Edge stagger back to Rob's booth. Edge has no idea what Rob is really like. Well then
again, maybe he does. From what I hear, the two of them are a lot alike.
Hell, maybe they deserve each other. I'm outta here.
~EDGE'S POV~
I smile at Rob as I make my way over to him. I think I've had one too many beers, because the floor seems
to be moving.
I stumble and Rob is up quickly, grabbing me before I can fall face first onto the floor. "Thank you," I whisper
as he helps me to sit down. I scoot over and allow him to slide in beside of me.
I jump as Rob presses his lips to mine. "You're so damn sexy," he whispers as his hand innocently rests on
my left thigh.
I flash him one of my famous smiles, but somehow I don't think it looks the same when I'm drunk.
He grins and hands me my beer.
"I don't think I should drink anymore," I whisper, my speech already very slurred.
"Don't be wasteful. Finish this one up," he says grinning, placing the beer in my hand. I jump once again as his
hand moves from my thigh to the bulge that I'm now sporting. "Hurry up and let's get out of here."
I gulp the beer down quickly and he smiles at me approvingly. Maybe with a little luck, he'll be in my bed
tonight. Maybe Christian, him, and me can have ourselves a little threesome. Christian will be pissed, but
maybe he will regret thinking about Lance while I'm fucking him.
~LANCE'S POV~
Christian offers no resistance as I walk him to my room. I open the door for him and he immediately strides
in and looks around, sighing. I'm surprised as he promptly falls onto the bed, curling up in a fetal position.
"Why Lance?" He asks confused. The tears have stopped, but I know he's now hiding his emotions. He's
confused.
"What Edge did was wrong," I say in my most serious voice.
Christian laughs. I can't believe that he laughed.
"And what about you?" He asks disgusted.
"What about me?"
"What you did was wrong, and you're no better than him. Do you think you know what's best for me? Are
you the best man for me? Who gave you the right? Don't I have a say in it?" He whispers, trying to hold back
the tears.
"Christian, he was hurting you," I argue, trying to hold back my anger and disgust for Edge. "I would never
hurt you."
Christian rolls his eyes. "You always hurt the one you love," he whispers softly as he sits up on the bed.
"What do you want me to do?" He asks as he stands up and pulls the muscle shirt over his head revealing his
rarely seen smooth, hairless torso.
"What?" I asked confused, but never taking my eyes off the beautiful creature standing before me.
Christian unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them to the floor. "How do you want me?"
All I can do is stand there with my mouth gaping. I'm too surprised at his actions and words. I can only stare
at him as he stands in front of me clad in only a black thong.
My God, he's beautiful. I watch lustfully as he pushes the thong down over his curvy hips and steps out of it
gracefully.
Part of me wants to push him onto the bed and fuck him silly, but the other half, my serious, responsible half,
knows that if I did that, I'm no better than Edge. Is this how Edge feels when he looks at him? The need to
possess? To own? To devour?
"How do you want me?" He asks again, his face showing no sign of emotion. He is willing to give himself to me
for his freedom.
I shrug my shoulders. I want him, but not like this. "Who said I wanted you?" I ask, regretting the question
as soon as it was out of my mouth. I can see the tears forming in his eyes and his bottom lip quivering. Shit!
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
What the fuck did he just say? He kidnaps me in front of all my co-workers and brings me to his room. For
what? To talk? I thought he wanted me. I feel so ridiculous and humiliated as I stand before him naked. "You
don't want me?" I ask, hating how whiny my voice sounded. God, I really am stupid and pathetic.
Lance sighs as he walks up to me. I can't control the trembling of my body as he stares at me.
"It's not that I don't want you Christian, but you're in love with Edge. I can't compete with him," Lance
whispers as he wipes a tear away with his thumb as he gently caresses my bruised cheek.
He was right. No one could ever compete with Edge in my eyes. Edge was my everything. My world. "But
why....?"
He places a finger over my lips, stopping me from asking my question. "I don't want him to hurt you again,"
he whispers softly, placing an innocent kiss on my forehead.
I bow my head. I know he's only trying to help me, but don't he see that I can't, or won't, ever leave Edge? "I
love him," I whisper meekly.
"I know," he replies as he shakes his head, stripping down to his boxers.
I watch as he slips underneath the sheets. I smile, I still can't get the image of his Power Ranger undies out of
my mind. Edge had planned all of that to embarrass Lance, but Lance merely laughed it off.
"Come to bed, Christian," Lance says yawning. "Get one night of sleep without him and think about what you
really want."
He's right. I'm tired and the prospect of night consisting of only restful sleep sounds really inviting.
Cautiously, I crawl onto the bed, moving as far as possible to the opposite side. I yawn and slowly let sleep
claim me. What do I want? Who do I want?
~LANCE'S POV~
I smile as I hear his soft snores. I roll over and look at him. He's laying on his side facing me. Guess he doesn't
quite trust me. A smile slides across his face and I can tell that he's dreaming. Must be some dream. I sigh,
it's too bad he's probably dreaming about Edge.
~CHRISTIAN'S DREAM~
I moan as I am gently forced backwards onto the bed. I can see the serious and intense look in Lance's eyes
as he stares down at me, and it is sending chills down my spine. I spread my legs wantonly for him, inviting
him. Lance grins as he moves in between them, forcing them wider, lifting them. His hands are exploring
every inch of me for the first time, mapping my body. I can't help but moan his name in pleasure. Lance.......
~LANCE'S POV~
My eyes widen as I watch him squirm on the bed, lost in the dream. Must be some wet dream. Then I hear
my name. He's moaning my name.
I'm suddenly speechless as I watch him roll onto his back and squirm on the sheets. The sweat on his body
glistens in the pale light of the room. I'm captivated as I watch him surrender to me in his dream.
Telling myself that it was wrong, but unable to stop myself, I gently lift the sheets back, giving me a perfect
view of his entire body. I lick my lips as I see his long, slender cock, jutting up proudly from it's dark nest of
curls. The tip is glistening with a small conspicuous amount of precum, and I have to use all my will power not
to lean down and lap at it.
"So good.....ahhhh......oh Lance......," he moans softly as his head thrashes from side to side.
Unable to control the urge any longer, I move closer, leaning down and lapping at the tip of his cock, tasting
him. So sweet. His moans intensify. Deciding to push my luck, I take his whole length into my mouth, sucking
at it as my free hand gently fondles his balls.
He semiconsciously arches upwards into my mouth, still lost in his enchanted dream.
"Lance....," he moans, his voice more husky and deep.
I know he's close. I watch as his abdomen muscles ripple and contract as his whole body tenses. I swallow
everything that he has to offer, savoring each drop, and expertly licking him clean. Afterwards, I quickly
scrambled to my side of the bed and pretend to be asleep.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
My eyes flutter open and I'm breathless. Wow! What a dream! I could actually feel Lance's mouth as he
sucked my cock.
I glance over at him and he is sound asleep. I sigh in relief, I'm so glad he didn't hear me. I wipe the sweat
from my forehead.
I roll over and stare at the blank wall, eventually falling back into a contented, sedated sleep. Lance's words
echoing in my head. "I would never hurt you." Maybe I should give Lance a chance. He would never
manipulate me like Edge.
~LANCE'S POV~
I smile as soon as Christian rolls over. I was scared for a moment that he could tell that I was faking sleep,
but he thinks the sensations were just part of the dream. My smile broadens as I watch his back. He's asleep
again.
I want desperately to reach out and pull him closer, but I know he isn't ready to be held by me, just yet.
I lick my lips, savoring the taste in my mouth. Christian was sweet. An addiction. I had to have him.
Patience. I had to be patient. Christian would be mine.
