Author: Kay
Rating: NC17 (all except part one, which is probably R)
Content: Slash m/m/m
Disclaimer: Don't own the wrestlers, and I don't know their true sexual preference. *pouts*
Spoilers: Smackdown 8-2-01
Summary: Blondes do have more fun.
(note from webmistress: This is an answer to a challenge by Debs)
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Edge, Christian, and Chris walked into their hotel room with a defeated look. Not only had Stephanie
canceled their reservations, but this was the only room available and it only had one bed.
"Well, it could be worse," Chris said as he tossed his bag to one side and flopped down onto the bed.
"How?" Christian asked as he looked around the small room.
"It could be a twin bed," Jericho said smiling.
Edge grinned as he nodded and tossed his bag with Jericho's.
"This whole day reeked of heinosity," Christian said with a look of disgust.
"Totally," Edge said agreeing. His whole body felt like the Dudley's had used it for a punching bag.
"I'm going to take a shower," Christian said as he headed towards the bathroom.
Chris smiled as he watched Edge watch Christian's every move. He had always wondered if they were lovers,
but judging by the longing look in Edge's eyes, he guessed that they weren't lovers just yet.
Chris grinned, maybe tonight could prove to be more interesting than he thought. He wondered what it
would take to get these two together.
"Damn!" Christian screamed, followed by the sound of something hitting the wall and shattering.
"Christian?" Edge gasped as he jumped off the bed in a flash running to check on Christian.
Chris smiled as he heard the concern in Edge's voice.
"The hair dryer doesn't work," Christian said pouting.
Jericho laughed out loud as he listened to Christian throw a fit.
Edge ran his fingers through his hair as he listened to Christian scream obscenities at Stephanie as he
stormed, out into the room.
Chris gasped as he looked at the towel that swung low on Christian's hips.
"Christian, calm down," Edge whispered softly.
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" Christian screamed.
About that time, Christian's towel came untied and dropped to the floor.
Chris grinned as he took in the beautiful naked form that stood before him.
Edge stared at Christian's perfect body, his eyes roaming every inch of it. He didn't know why Christian
always kept it hidden under those baggy clothes.
Christian blushed a deep shade of red as he looked at Edge and Chris, who were practically devouring him
with their eyes. He reached down and grabbed the towel quickly covering himself as he ran back into the
bathroom. His perfectly round ass was the last thing Edge and Chris saw before the bathroom door slammed
shut.
Chris started to laugh and Edge grinned at him.
"IT WASN'T FUNNY!" Christian screamed.
Chris and Edge both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Christian pouted in the bathroom as he listened to them. He looked at himself in the mirror and cursed his
body. Why couldn't he look like them? His body was so ugly.
Chris held his stomach, he hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. He watched as Edge laid down on the
other side of the bed, smiling at him.
"Have you told him?" Chris asked becoming more serious.
Edge looked confused. "Told who what?"
"Christian. Have you told him that you love him?"
Edge looked shocked. "I don't...." Edge frowned, he couldn't deny that he loved Christian.
"Tell him," Chris said softly.
"You really don't understand Christian do you? He's so.......frustrating."
Chris smiled. "He wants you."
Edge looked at him confused. "Yeah right. If I make a move on him, he starts to freak out."
"Really?" Chris said smiling. "Do you trust me?"
Edge frowned, he barely knew CJ. "Not really."
Chris smiled. "Trust me and I'll have Christian begging you to fuck him."
Edge frowned in disbelief. "Sure," he whispered, his voice full of sarcasm.
Edge and Chris went silent as the bathroom door opened.
"Trust me," Chris said smiling as he laid back down on the bed.
Edge nodded, against his better judgment. He wanted Christian so bad that he was willing to trust Chris
Jericho.
Christian brushed his long hair from his face as he approached the bed. He'd be damned if Chris Jericho got
the best of him.
Chris smiled as he watched Christian. Damn he was beautiful. Chris smiled as he saw the sweats and t-shirt.
Why did Christian insist on hiding that beautiful body?
Christian frowned as he looked at them. "And where am I suppose to sleep?" Christian asked disgusted.
Chris grinned as he patted the open space between him and Edge.
Christian's mouth fell open. "You can't be serious!"
"Just get in bed Christian," Edge said yawning, forcing himself not to smile, and wondering what Chris was up
to.
"I want to sleep on the edge," Christian said pouting, frowning as Chris giggled.
Edge grinned at Christian's choice of words. "You know I always sleep on the edge Christian," Edge said as he
stood and stripped.
Chris grinned as watched Edge. He was as surprised as Christian to see that Edge wasn't wearing anything
under those tight leather pants.
Christian gasped as he blushed and turned his head.
Edge grinned as he casually crawled under the sheets.
Chris stood and stripped, and Christian discovered that he too wasn't wearing anything underneath his pants.
Christian stared in disbelief as Chris crawled under the sheets, totally ignoring him.
Christian pouted for a moment and then crawled onto the bed and slid underneath the covers. He'd be damn
if he slept on the floor. Christian got as close as he could to Edge without touching him. He'd been sleeping
with Edge like this for years.
Chris smiled as he rolled over and toyed with the sleeve of Christian's t-shirt, feeling the smaller blonde
tense. "Isn't that hot?" He asked smiling.
Christian gritted his teeth. "No," he hissed. Even though, he was hot, he wouldn't admit it to Chris. There was
no way in hell he was taking off any of his clothes.
Chris grinned as his hand slid from Christian's shoulder downwards.
Christian gasped as he felt Chris' hand as it roamed downwards and under the waistband of his sweats and
gripped his cock.
Edge grinned as he heard Christian's gasp and rolled over to see what Chris was doing.
Christian arched forward away from Chris' touch and collided with Edge, knocking him off the bed.
"What the fuck?" Edge growled.
"He.....he.....," Christian stuttered, not wanting to describe what Chris had just done. "He....."
"Christian," Edge growled as he shook his head, crawling back into bed. "Go to sleep."
"But..."
"Sleep!" Edge growled, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
Christian laid still with his back to Chris. Sleep? How was he suppose to fucking sleep?
Chris grinned as his hand slid under the waistband again, this time spooning his body up against Christian's,
holding him.
Christian whimpered as he once pulled away, spooning himself behind Edge.
"Christian," Edge growled softly. "What are you doing?"
Christian whispered into Edge's ear. "He's touching me."
Edge grinned. "Tell him to stop." He enjoyed the feel of Christian's body as it rubbed against his. He could feel
Christian's hardness as it pressed against him. It looked like Jericho's little game was working.
Christian gasped as Chris scooted closer. "Do you really want me to stop Christian?"
