Title: Skin on Skin
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex
Disclaimer: I'm not saying any of this ever happened...
Pairing(s): Adam Copeland/Jay Reso (Edge/Christian)
Summary: Adam comes home to Jay.
Notes: This was written for my best friend Chantelle's Birthday (love you ), before Jay came back and before Adam retired :(
Adam's heart is still beating hard in his chest as Jay leans down to kiss him- it's hard and messy, but slows down into something slow and soft as their breathing steadies.
"Welcome home," Jay breathes as he pulls away, laughing a little. He can feel the beat of Adam's heart under his fingers, his hands flat on Adam's chest and his knees on either side of his waist while he catches his breath.
Adam smiles at that, looking down from the tips of Jay's stubby fingernails, up his toned arms and into his face. His skin is a lot paler than it usually is, without it's usual orange glow, and his hair is dirty blonde instead of platinum. It's not that he prefers Jay this way, being a fan of highlights and tanning beds himself, but he does love it. The scar on Jay's chest is still pink and tender looking, but he stopped wearing the brace on his shoulder a couple weeks back.
Jay's blue eyes narrow and he gives Adam a funny look as he stares up at him, until Adam he remembers that he should probably be saying something.
"Missed you."
"Miss you too," Jay leans down for another kiss, "I'll be back soon though." He barely pulls away to say it, his breath warm against Adam's lips before wincing as he sits back up again, "Ugh, shower."
Adam leans back on the bed, putting a hand behind his head and watching as Jay moves off of him, closing his eyes and shuddering a little as he moves off of Adam's dick. Jay opens his eyes to look at him, his tongue running over his kiss swollen lower lip before standing and heading to their bathroom, come sliding down the backs of his thighs, and Adam loves it.
He loves that it's his come in Jay's ass that he just fucked, his name on Jay's lips- his Jay who pushed him against the wall as soon as they'd gotten home from the airport, telling him how bad he'd been wanting to fuck for so long. His luggage is still in the doorway downstairs, a trail of clothes leading up to their bedroom, and he loves it. Loves coming home to this. Coming home to Jay.
Sometimes he finds himself thinking about what would have happened if he wasn't where he was today. If they weren't where they are today. If they had both graduated from Humber, moved to Toronto gotten normal jobs. Jay would be a teacher, a writer, whatever he wanted to be and Adam would be a radio DJ for the Edge and every day he could come home to this, to fuck Jay in a hundred different ways and makes dents in the wall with their bed.
Adam hears the shower start and sits up, cracking his neck. He knows it's a selfish thought, but that's all it is. Soon they'll be back on the road together, Jay driving with him and booking their hotel rooms from his iphone in the passenger seat, telling him to embrace technology and get one of his own for the millionth time. And then they'll throw their stuff onto the bed closest to the door and fall asleep in together in the bed closest to the window.
He smiles at that thought before going to join Jay in the shower now that the water has warmed up.