Chris Benoit sat in the passenger’s seat of his shared rental car, sore from the match earlier that night. His entire body ached from being beaten and thrown around the ring. Breathing even hurt him. He was exhausted and really just wanted to go back to his hotel room to rest. Kurt Angle sat in the driver’s seat, looking over at him, smirking slightly as Chris winced. Kurt had been the one to inflict Chris’ pain. He chuckled lightly and Chris looked over at him, snarling quietly.

“Shut the hell up.” Chris growled. He looked out his window. “Why the hell are we stopped here anyway? You planning to kill me?”

“Maybe.” Kurt smirked. Chris shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“Why’s the heat up so high? It’s too god damn hot in here.” Chris reached forward to turn the heat down, but Kurt grabbed him by the wrist. Chris looked over at him, eyeing him suspiciously. Kurt moved closer, pushing Chris’ hand back down to the seat. Chris looked slightly afraid.

“What are you going to do to me?” Chris asked quietly, swallowing hard. Kurt released his wrist and let his hand move to Chris’ thigh, touching him gently and squeezing. Chris jerked. “What the hell?”.

“You don’t hate me as much as you act.” Kurt said, looking straight into Chris’ eyes. Chris batted Kurt’s hand away.

“Cut it out, Kurt! Just take me to the hotel.” Kurt was leaning over him, forcing him back against the seat and not allowing him to move away.

“Just tell me you don’t really hate me.”

“No, go to hell!” Chris spat. Kurt just grinned, letting his hand gently touch Chris’ face. Chris didn’t dare to move. He just stared back at Kurt, stared and watched as Kurt came closer, and pressed his lips to Chris’. Chris quickly punched him, knocking him back and then opening his car door, leaping out into the freezing winter night. He darted away from the car, hearing Kurt yelling something from the car but not stopping to find out what. Chris’ feet sunk down into the snow as he ran, trying to get straight what had just happened in his head. He didn’t understand why Kurt was suddenly acting so differently. Why did Kurt kiss him? Chris slipped, almost tumbling to the ground but caught his balance and then continued to run. The pains in his body were becoming more evident the longer he had to move so fast. His arms began to ache, his legs throbbed from the cold and from his strained muscles. His back was weak, and begging him to just stop, to turn around and go back to the car because dealing with a horny Kurt was easier than running through the cold in a direction he wasn’t very sure of.

It was becoming more difficult to move in the snow. His feet sunk deeper and the cold air was making his lungs sting with every breath. He stumbled and fell, beginning to tumble down a drop off he hadn’t seen, falling quickly down through the snow. His body suddenly crashed down through something cold, hard and sharp, a shockingly freezing wetness surrounding his body and dragging him lower. Chris only noticed how deep he had gone under when the shock of the cold and inability to breathe hit him. He was already feet from the surface. He began to kick his feet and tried to swim back up, thrashing his arms violently, thrusting his body upward. He seemed to be moving so slowly and each second seemed like a minute, and within those seconds his lungs began to burn and strain at his need for oxygen. He finally reached the top and pressed his hands up, a solid layer of ice keeping him from the surface. He pushed against it desperately, tried slamming his fists against it and kicking his feet. He began to panic. He was going to drown because he was an idiot and ran off when he could have just dealt with Kurt like a man. His lungs felt like they were going to burst. He felt around frantically for a way out. He was just about to give up, there was no way he would get out.

He was suddenly grabbed by the wrist from somewhere above him. A strong, secure hand pulled him up fast, forcefully yanking him out of the water. Chris gasped as two arms wrapped around him and pulled him completely out, Chris falling against a warm body and trying to hang onto it as tightly as possible. He choked and gagged, gasping for breath. Chris looked up to see Kurt, a horrified look on his face as he began to carry Chris back up the hill and to the car. Kurt moved quickly, trying to get Chris out of the cold winter air as fast as possible. They were at the car before Chris even realized it, his teeth chattering and body trembling from the cold. Kurt opened the back door and gently put Chris in, getting in after and shutting the door behind him. He sat between Chris’ legs, leaning over him as he laid across the back seat. Kurt grabbed onto Chris’ shirt and began to pull it off him when Chris pushed him away quickly.

“N-No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Chris growled. He was breathing heavily and shivering.

“Listen, Chris, you gotta get out of those clothes. Your skin is purple!” Kurt told him, eyeing him with concern. “Just let me help you! You’ll get sick if you don’t.” Kurt touched him gently as they looked into each other’s eyes. Chris reluctantly sat back and Kurt reached up to take his shirt in his hands. He slowly peeled the shirt from his body and tossed it to the floor of the car. He rubbed his hands over Chris’ cold flesh, trying to warm it as much as he could. Chris let out a quiet moan at the warm touch. Kurt’s hands traced over his shoulders, down over his chest and gently against his stomach, slowly creeping down below his belly button where his hands touched the button of his soaked jeans. Chris quickly sat up again, grabbing Kurt’s hands and pushing them away.

“N-No. I-I-I don’t w-want you doing that.” Chris stammered as his lips quivered. Kurt simply looked at him and pressed his hand to his chest, pushing him back down and continuing what he was doing. He pulled at Chris’ shoes, sliding them off and then peeling off his socks, massaging his freezing feet to warm them gently. After, he moved back up and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Kurt pulled them off along with his boxers, and Chris immediately covered himself with his hands. Kurt slowly massaged Chris’ legs, gently working the muscles and moving up to his thighs. His fingers pressed down against his flesh, sliding up even further until his hands were right below Chris’. Chris groaned, a strangled moan escaping him as he grew hard from Kurt’s hands massaging his inner thighs. Kurt smirked crookedly as he looked up at Chris, his eyelids fluttering shut and his lips slightly parted.

“Apparently you don’t mind me touching you as much as you say.” Kurt chuckled. Chris’ eyes snapped back open.

“You’re warm, that’s all.” He said as he shivered. Kurt leaned over him, pressing down on top of him and bringing his lips close to his neck. He kissed up his neck and then gently kissed his ear.

“I’ll keep you warm.” Kurt whispered. Chris turned his head, looking up at Kurt, unsure of what to say. He just looked up into Kurt’s eyes, waiting for him to say something to assure him he was kidding. But he also said nothing.

“I-I don’t know...Kurt.” Chris said quietly. Kurt slowly lowered his lips, bringing them closer to Chris’, Chris swallowing hard. Kurt pressed his lips down against Chris’, kissing him softly and cautiously. Chris tensed at the contact, but slowly loosened up and allowed Kurt to deepen the embrace.