Inspiration!A Halloween Adventure
Author's note: It's my story, so I make the rules, LOL! All bets (including pre-existing personal relationships) are off if I deem them to be so! I know nothing about Chris Irvine (escept that he is sex on a stick in person!), so am making no implications about his character. Usual disclaimer - own nothing, all the people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!
This is a challenge fic. The challenges were:
Inspiration!
Chris Jericho was restless. He took off out of his hotel and hit the streets for a run. This was a strange little town, he thought to himself as he eased into a steady rhythm. It was like something out of American Gothic. And to be here at Halloween, that was just creepy. These people took the holiday really seriously - there were people in costume already. He silently cursed his agent for booking him into a personal appearance here, which was happening tomorrow at the town's conference centre.
He headed left at the next intersection. It was less populated, but up ahead about a half mile he could see what looked like a stripmall. It seemed like a good place to head for and he put on some speed. He'd trimmed down a little recently, with these new cardio workouts. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and running shorts, with his hair in a pony tail under a baseball cap. It was the closest he got to a disguise. Mostly, what gave him away was that damned swagger, and he never put that on outside the ring or professional appearances.
He slowed as he approached the strip mall, which was an odd collection of stores and businesses. An arts and crafts store bumped shoulders with an ob-gyn's office. He slowed his run to a gentle jog around the parking lot, cooling down a little. He figured to do some stretches, catch his breath and then do a hard sprint back to the motel. There was a bench near the ob-gyn's and he braced himself against it and began some gentle calf stretches. He was startled out of his concentration by a low groan.
Looking around, he spotted a woman in a car nearby. The door was open, and she was trying to get out. What was hampering her was a hugely pregnant belly. She groaned again. He ran to the side of the car.
"Ma'am? Do you need some help?"
"Oh god, the baby is coming! It just happened! Please, my doctor's office is right there!"
Chris wondered if he should run for help or get the woman inside, but her next cry decided that there was no time to waste. He leaned in, hooked his arm behind her and lifted her out of the car. He thought of asking her if she could walk, but figured it might be quicker to just carry her. In a parody of a man carrying his new bride across the threshold, he strode to the door of the ob-gyn's office and kicked it opened, manouvering himself and the woman through the door.
Keelyn sat at her desk, updating files. It had been a slow afternoon, and their last patient of the day was late. Mrs Collins was having her third child, and was due in the next week or so. Well, so the doctor hoped. Mrs Collins was a very nice woman, but details often escaped her. Hence, dating her pregnancy had been something of an exercise in guesswork. Keelyn had noticed with a practiced eye that Mrs Collins had "dropped" when she had been in for her appointment last week, but she still might have a few weeks to go.
Totally engrossed in what she was doing, she was startled by the crash of the door and looked up to see Mrs Collins being carried in the door by a man. It wasn't her husband, a scrawny little man who looked like a good breeze would blow him away. What she could see of this man were strong legs, covered with fine golden hair, and a baseball cap. The rest was obscured by Mrs Collins, hugely pregnant and moaning through a contraction.
Keelyn ran from behind her desk to the doctor's office, motioning over her shoulder to the man carrying Mrs Collins. She flung open the doctor's door and told him that Mrs Collins was here, in labour. Then she moved through to the examination room, which could - and had - been used as a makeshift delivery room on occasion.
"Put her down here, if you could," she directed to Baseball Cap, who moved past her with grace, even with his slightly pigeon toed walk. Pigeon toed walk? Keelyn turned, astounded, as he walked past and she checked out his ass. Oh my god! She'd know that ass anywhere. Blushing furiously, she forced her mind back to the job at hand, thinking all the while, "Chris Jericho is right here in this room!"
Chris lay the woman on the table as gently as he could. He tried to step back, but two things stopped him. The first was Mrs Collins, grabbing at his hand like a life preserver. The second was the feel of a woman's body close behind him.
Keelyn was trying to get to Mrs Collins, to attach a pulse monitor, moving around behind Chris when he stepped back and that delectable ass pressed right up against her. Oh dear god, she thought, reminding herself to breathe. Chris looked over his shoulder and moved out of her way, stepping closer to the table as Mrs Collins clutched desperately at him.
"Thank you so much. Please, could you stay with me until my husband gets here from work? I can't do this alone!"
Keelyn stifled a snort of laughter. Mrs Collins was going to spit this baby out as clean as a peach pit, just like she had the previous two. Keelyn suspected that she'd gotten a good look at her rescuer and wanted to keep him close by. She figured she'd do the same, checking Chris' ass again as she moved around him to drape a sheet over Mrs Collins' belly and lift her feet into the stirrups at the end of the table.
The doctor strode in, wiping his hands on a sterile towel and then snapping on the latex gloves that Keelyn held out for him. "Hello Mrs Collins. Well, seems like it's time," he noted, peeking under the sheet. "You're fully dilated, and I can see baby crowning. Keelyn, do we have a fetal monitor set yet?"
Keelyn had just finished adjusting it, and the screen showed a healthy heartbeat. "Excellent! Well, Mrs Collins, you know the drill. At the next contraction, I want a nice strong push. Ready?"
Mrs Collins nodded, staring up at Chris in a distracted manner. He found her gaze unsettling, and looked away, and found himself staring directly into Keelyn's eyes. Pretty eyes - unusual. Light blue, with these golden brown flecks. They stared at one another for a long moment, until the doctor spoke. "Keelyn, call 911 for me? I think we'll want to transfer to Mrs Collins and her baby to the hospital as soon as we can. I'd rather have them waiting than have to wait on them."
Keelyn cursed silently, breaking her gaze from those dark blue eyes and picking up the phone on the wall to summon the ambulance.
Chris winced as Mrs Collins took a deathgrip on his hand as the contraction started. More American Gothic, he thought - how many other places had he ever been where going for a simple run could end up with you having your hand crushed by a perfect stranger as she gave birth right in front of you? Not that the miracle of birth wasn't something he hadn't thought about before - he just figured he might know someone in the room when he witnessed it.
He looked around wildly and found himself staring into those pretty eyes again. She tipped him a wink, and then he noticed that she was wearing a cute little pair of devil horns. Well, he hoped she was wearing them - this scene was so surreal, he wouldn't have been surprised if they were real. She grinned, and he couldn't help it.
"Hello horny," he purred. That made him feel better, the look of startlement in her eyes.
Then she grinned at him. As she moved around the table to assist the doctor, she leaned in quickly to whisper in his ear. "Oh you don't know the half of it!"
Yikes - were things getting hot in this room? At his startled look, Keelyn grinned. Now what on earth made her devil him like that? Oh yes, the horns. She resisted the urge to giggle.
Mrs Collins gave a loud cry, and suddenly it was eyes down for a full house. Keelyn and the doctor worked as a team, and within minutes, Mrs Collins' baby boy was born. It got even more surreal as Mrs Collins insisted that the baby would be named Chris Jericho Collins and asked him to autograph something for the child. That turned into a mini autograph session as each time he did one, she would ask for another to be addressed to someone else. Keelyn stood right beside him, handing him sheets of paper for the purpose. He thought he was saved from serious writers cramp by the arrival of the ambulance.
He was mistaken. The paramedics were wrestling fans too, one of them even remembering him from his ECW days. As they talked and also requested autographs, simultaneously loading Mrs Collins and her baby onto the stretcher, Keelyn quickly and efficiently returned the examination room to its previously pristine condition. She had to do it anyway, but it was an excuse to keep an eye on Chris' fine self as well.
Finally, the whole party moved to the pavement. Mrs Collins and her baby were loaded into the ambulance, the paramedics farewelled Chris, who had been pulled along in their wake, and the doctor brushed past them heading for his car to follow the ambulance to the hospital. Keelyn remained in the vanguard, still watching Chris's ass, extremely grabbable in his running shorts.
Chris thought he was beyond shock as the ambulance pulled away, but he was startled by a low moan of arousal from his left. A very low moan. He turned his head very slowly, and thought he'd walked into a XXX movie theatre by mistake. A gay XXX movie theatre. Two very naked men were currently engaged in . . . ah . . . anal copulation on the hood of a car in front of the arts and crafts store. The . . . ah . . . catcher was the one doing the moaning. The pitcher was simply grunting softly.
Chris blinked and shook his head. This had to be an hallucination. It was still pretty much broad daylight. And despite the fact that he wasn't into gay porn, this was actually turning him on. Oh lord, this town was going on his "not until hell freezes" list of places to visit again. And then a warm sweet voice sounded from behind him.
"They are so bad."
"Excuse me?" She sounded most matter of fact about the fact that there were two guys butt naked and screwing in the parking lot.
"Bobby and Dave. They get off on doing it in public. And not subtly either."
Jesus, were they all crazy in this town?
"Got to admit, they really go for it. No quickies for them, Bobby always gives Dave a really slow, thorough one. But it's better when they get a foursome going."
"Excuse me?" Chris' voice sounded a little strangled.
"Oh, Bobby and Dave are bi. They often get together with a couple of women and - same deal. Damn, that's hot."
Chris gulped, that was just what he needed to think about - those two guys going at it with women as well. He closed his eyes and wished he could close his ears without putting his hands over them. He'd been on the road a while, and he was feeling a little . . . backed up. This kind of thing was not helping.
Keelyn grinned rather wickedly. She didn't just wear the horns because it was Halloween. She wore them because she was devilish and wicked, but wearing horns daily was a bit too much of an advertisement. She was planning to be at Chris' appearance tomorrow, but he was making an appearance right here, and she thought it would be criminal not to make the most of the opportunity. She stepped close up behind him and did what she'd always wanted to - cupped that fine ass in one hand. "Perhaps you'd prefer not to watch?"
"Um, no!" Chris managed to squeak.
"Why don't you come back inside? They'll be done in ten minutes or so." Oh she was so bad, she thought to herself.
Chris turned so abruptly that they were almost nipple to nipple. She stepped back to let him get in through the door, and followed - viewing his ass and smiling. She shut the door behind her and surreptiously locked it.
Chris tore off his baseball cap and raked his hands over his hair. This place was just plain nuts. He turned around and realised he was in a room with a horny little devil. Dropping his eyes to her chest, and seeing her hard nipples poking through her shirt, he amended that to a very horny little devil. And he was feeling in a similar state.
"So, Keelyn, is it? Are you really a horny little devil?"
Keelyn's response was to step closer and grasp the hem of his T shirt and push it up slowly. Then she dropped to her knees and kissed his belly button, reaching around him to cup his ass in her hands. Still holding on to his ass, she slithered up his body until she once again stood almost nipple to nipple with him. "What do you think?" she grinned.
Okay, so maybe this wasn't such a bad place after all, Chris thought, staring down into those pretty eyes. Keelyn was fair too, with a few little freckles. He loved freckles, they were so kissable. Before he could stop himself, he was brushing little butterfly kisses over her nose and cheeks. She wriggled against him, and he could feel her hard nipples brushing his chest.
"Mmmmm, Keelyn - just how comfortable is that table in the examination room?" he murmured into her ear as his hands slipped around her waist and gently squeezed her ass. Nice, comfortable, lush, he thought.
Her response was to wriggle very slowly out of his grasp and walk down the short hallway. He stood for a moment, watching her go, and then followed, a very broad smile lighting up his face. He threw his cap onto one on the chairs in the waiting room as he passed, and reached up to strip the tie out of his hair.
Keelyn turned on the desk light in the exam room, and tilted it down to create a soft light, rather than turning on the overhead fluorescents. As she turned, she saw Chris leaning on the doorjamb. He had untied his hair and it hung softly around his shoulders, blonde and gleaming. She closed her eyes briefly against the surge of lust that she felt. As she opened them again, he smiled and his hands went to the hem of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it up and off. His chest was golden and perfect.
Chris watched her avid look, and licked his lips unconsciously. "Keelyn, I am so hot right now, so horny. Wanna help me out here?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh yes," she moaned. She moved to take off her own top, but Chris crossed quickly to her and brushed her hands away quickly. "Allow me. I always liked unwrapping my presents."
His hands were caressing as he slid them up her body to the hem of her shirt and slowly pushed it up, his fingers brushing her skin all the way. His touch blazed trails of heat along her sides, teasing the sideswell of her breasts and then up her arms and all the way to her fingers. She whimpered softly as the contact broke when he tossed her top to one side.
Chris looked at her breasts in her white bra, her nipples so hard and pink through the lace. He bent his head and licked one wetly and was rewarded with a moan and her hands coming up to his hair. He snaked his hands up behind her to unclasp her bra and pull it off her quickly, and returned hungrily to her breasts, kissing and nuzzling them.
He looked around the room quickly, and spied the straight backed chair next to the desk. He grabbed it and pulled it into the centre of the room, and sat down. He reached out to Keelyn, catching her hand and drawing her closer. When she was next to him, he dropped his hands to the hem of her skirt and pushed it up over her hips, exposing white panties to match her bra. Damn but he loved white lacy underwear! It looked all virginal and sexy. He pulled her forwards and guided her to sit straddling his lap. She came willingly, settling herself against his body, and giving a little wiggle against his growing erection.
"Now this is better," he growled softly, before pressing his face forward into her breasts. "Much more comfortable. And what lovely breasts you have, Keelyn."
Keelyn wanted to tell him to shut up and get busy, but was spared from the necessity when his lips fastened onto one nipple, suckling gently, while his fingers tweaked the other gently. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward and gave herself over to the sensations.
Chris nuzzled and licked at her breasts, and his hands slid up her thighs to fondle her ass. She started to undulate in his lap, rubbing herself against his hard cock. Once she found the right spot, she began to rock her hips against him. He could feel her wetness through her panties as she began to pant softly and knew she was about to come. Well, he'd give her that - he was a gentleman, and ladies always came first.
"Oh god," Keelyn thought incoherently, "I am rubbing up against Chris Jericho's hard-on and I am about to come my brains out." And then all thought left her as her orgasm hit, making her moan and shudder.
Chris looked into her face - there really was nothing more beautiful than a woman as she orgasmed. He held her firmly as her body trembled, and smiled. "That sounded like it felt good, Keelyn."
"Good? It was incredible!"
"Mmmmm. So now can it be my turn?"
Keelyn grinned. "Of course." She stood, a little shakily, and knelt in front of him. Running her hands down his chest, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull them down and off. Naked, he was awe-inspiring - that golden flesh, and that huge cock.. There was a tiny drop of pre-come on the tip, and she leaned forward to lap it off like a cat with the tip of her tongue.
Chris looked down at her with lust darkened eyes, and watched as she licked at his cock, little tantalising flicks of that warm wet tongue, different places each time. She spread his thighs apart and pulled him forward a little on the chair, allowing her to gently fondle his balls and his ass as she tormented him with her tongue. He thought he would go insane at the feel of it - he never knew where she would touch next and his whole body ached with anticipation.
Finally she engulfed him with her mouth and he groaned in pleasure. She maintained a strong pressure on his swollen head while gently stroking his shaft. Then she went back to that teasing touching thing, making him crazy. He felt like every nerve ending in his cock was on fire, waiting for her next touch. Damn, she was good.
She took his shaft in her hand and gripped it firmly, and raised her head to look directly into his eyes. "Tell me something, Chris. Can you manage to come twice in one afternoon?"
He goggled a little at her.
"You see, what I'm getting at is, if I let you come in my mouth, am I going to be disappointed later? Because I really want this gorgeous . . ." she squuezed firmly and pumped her hand a little, "hard cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me senseless. If you tell me you can go again - soon - then I'll keep this up. But if the answer is no, then say so now. Because I don't like to be disappointed." She gave him a wicked smile.
He liked her directness. In fact, it was a turn on. "I can go again, trust me. Probably more than once. So - ladies choice, Keelyn."
She smiled and lowered her mouth to his cock again, sucking and stroking, taking him deep into her throat and working him like no-one ever had. He groaned softly as his body tensed, and then he let go. His body bucked in the chair as he came, and Keelyn milked his cock slowly as he relaxed. She sat back on her heels, and smiled to herself as she noticed his cock was still hard. He had been telling the truth, which was good. She was so horny right now it wasn't funny, and it looked like Chris Jericho was going to give her everything she ever wanted.
"God that was good Keelyn. You are incredible. Now, let's see what else you're incredible at," he growled, reaching out to grab her hand and pull her up to her feet as he rose from the chair. "Take off your clothes."
Keelyn smiled and slowly unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She slipped out of her shoes and shimmied her panties down and kicked them off. Chris grabbed her and pulled her up against him, and the feel of his skin against hers almost made her lose her mind. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Want it from behind Keelyn, the first time? Because trust me - you are going to get it more than once."
She had no coherent answer to that except to take a few steps to the examination table and lean over, bracing herself against it as she moved her feet apart. He was on her in a second, rubbing his hard cock between her legs.
"You're wet for me already Keelyn, that's very nice. Bend forward further darling, let me in," he purred, as his hands came around to cup her breasts.
She did so, and he pushed his cock slowly into her. She moaned softly, it was thick and hard and filled her delightfully. He pushed all the way in, and then slowly moved back and forth. He bent forward, so she could feel the skin of his belly against her back as he worked in and out of her. They adjusted position slightly, she spreading her legs further apart to give him better access, and he leaning further forward to reach her clit with one hand as he caressed her breasts.
"Hard and fast? Or slow?" his voice sounded low in her ear, and he kissed her neck.
"Hard," she panted. "Hard please."
"My pleasure," he moaned as he began to thrust quickly into her willing body.
She bent further forward, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. His hands held her hips firmly as he fucked her, panting as he thrust hard against her. When she had his rhythm, she thrust back against him, taking him even deeper. He reached around again to find her clit and worked it relentlessly. She moaned and cried out as he worked her to a climax, and they came together, she screaming his name and he shouting and falling forward onto her.
He raised himself off her, and lifted her and turned her in his arms. He bent his head and kissed her gently. "That was very good, wouldn't you agree?"
"That was wonderful," she smiled, kissing him back.
"So, let's find a place to get horizontal, Keelyn. Because I think round two might be coming sooner than you think," he grinned.
She was way ahead of him, pushing the examination table against the wall and locking the wheels in position. She grabbed a sheet to cover it, and hooked the step out to allow her to climb onto it. Lying on her side, she beckoned to him. "It will be close quarters for a bit, but I think that might be a good thing."
Chris grinned and joined her, lying on his side and facing her. He pressed his body close to hers and chuckled. "Very close quarters indeed, but that is most definitely good."
Now that their lust was temporarily sated, they could enjoy one another a little. Pressed close together, Keelyn rubbed noses with Chris, and ran her hand through his blonde mane. He kissed her gently, teasing her with his tongue. Her hand slid down his side, feeling the hard muscles of his body, and the softness of his skin. Kissing and caressing one another soon turned to more passionate actions.
Chris bent his head to Keelyn's breasts again, licking and nibbling at her nipples, as she rotated her hips against his hardening cock. Their arousal built, and finally Chris panted in her ear, "Want to be on the bottom or on the top?"
Her response was to roll slightly onto her back, and they manouvered into position, with Chris settling between her thighs. Their eyes locked, and he bent to kiss her hungrily. He nudged forward with his hips, seeking her entrance with his hardened cock, and she reached down between their bodies as she tilted her hips and guided him into her.
They both sighed with satisfaction as their bodies joined this time, and it was slow and leisurely. Chris thrust deeply, changing the angle of his thrusts as Keelyn wrapped her legs around his hips. She murmured quietly to him, encouraging him until he was stimulating her just the way she liked it. Then they moved together, slowly, steadily building to a peak, kissing and nuzzling.
He stared down at her as her breath started to come faster, loving the way her face flushed. She moaned his name softly, and dug her nails into his back. "Oh god, Chris, right there, there, harder, please oh god," she panted and he was only to happy to oblige.
As he followed her whispered instructions, she suddenly opened her eyes very wide and cried out, her body spasming under him and her inner walls clenching him as she came.
"That's it baby, oh yes Keelyn, come for me," he whispered, continuing to move inside her, feeling his own orgasm building. "Help me, Keelyn, come on baby, bring me home," he urged.
Keelyn stared up into his face, dazed, as he continued to pump inside her. Moaning softly, she ran her hands up to his neck and pulled him down close to her, kissing him, as she clenched herself around him and tightened her shaking legs around his waist. "Oh Chris, god that is so good, please, baby, please, that's it, fuck me, fuck me!"
Chris came with a roar, and Keelyn felt the warmth of his seed inside her. He collapsed on her, and she held him close, sated and happy. They murmured quietly to one another, simple expressions of gratitude and pleasure, warmth and enjoyment. Eventually, Chris pushed himself up and climbed off the table. Keelyn turned on her side, smiling at him. She was still wearing her devil horns. He chuckled.
"Well, you certainly proved you that you are a horny little devil," he teased, as he pulled on his shorts.
"Look who's talking," she retorted with a grin.
"You think it's safe out in the parking lot?"
"Yeah, Bobby and Dave will be long gone. But are you going to be okay to get back to your hotel? You just got a workout," she said with a cat-like smile.
"I'll be just fine - stamina is my strongpoint," he smirked. But he walked over to her and leaned down to kiss her before leaving. "Thank you for a memorable afternoon, Keelyn, you horny little devil."
She admired his ass as he left the room, and then stretched her arms above her head. She was looking forward to tomorrow.
The following day
Chris was sitting at a table, in front of the ubiquitous banner proclaiming his presence. The entire town seemed to have turned out for this signing, and his smile felt plastered on at this point. His hand ached from signing his name, and he was looking forward to going back to his hotel and collapsing with a cold beer. And then it happened.
"Hello horny," a warm, honeyed voice purred from in front of him.
He looked up to see Keelyn smiling down at him. She was still wearing her devil horns, and a tight T-shirt. It came as no surprise that it was one of his - the white one that said "Sexy Beast". He grinned - it was true.
"Hello yourself," he smiled back at her. He grabbed one of his photos and scrawled "For Keelyn" with his signature. Then he turned it over and wrote something on the back. "You have a good evening now," he said.
Keelyn walked away, and turned the photo over. The inscription read "For the horniest little devil I've ever met. Room 416 - ask at the desk." She smiled - it was definitely going to be a good evening!
To be continued - maybe!
Thanks to Pats for the incredible banner!