Title: Rapture

Pairing: Chris Jericho/CM Punk

Rating: M

A/N: This is my first slash fiction so no promises of its amazingness. Just to be clear, I do not own any of the following; WWE or any of its members. I also don't own Fozzy or any of its music! I also don't know anything about anyone's actual sexual preferences. I make no money from this story but I'm pretty sure that Reviews=Love. Thanks for reading!

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"Phil!"

"What?"

"Where's my amp?" Phil rolled his eyes.

"It's already on stage!" Phil hated being a roadie for his brother's band. They're a bunch of idiots, but they had to have some talent because they were the opening act for Fozzy (a.k.a. Phil's favorite band). Helping his asshole brother gave Phil and all access pass to the stage, back stage and all performers. Phil had loved Fozzy for a long time and he had the biggest crush on the lead singer, Chris Jericho.

"Punk!"

"What?" Phil called, annoyed with that stupid nickname.

"We need you to set up another speaker!" Phil grumbled then set to work, getting the speaker ready for the show.

"Excuse me?" A charming voice asked Phil's brother, Josh.

"Yeah, sup?" Mike turned around to see no other than Chris Jericho.

"I always meet my opening act, I'm Chris Jericho."

"Hi, I'm Mike Brooks"

"What's your band's name?"

"Rapture"

"Ahhh, very cool."

"Thanks." Chris looked out on stage and saw a black haired teen setting up a speaker.

"Who is that?"

"My brother Phil."

"He's your roadie?"

"Yeah."

"I'm down one…can I borrow him?"

"Yeah I'll tell him to help you set up." Chris nodded and walked away. He was taken aback by the teen's strength and looks. Black hair slicked back, from what he could see a lip ring. The boy was beautiful. Chris knew he had to be careful, he didn't know if the kid was even legal but damn! That kid was gorgeous!

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"Phil! Phil!" Mike yelled, hurrying over to Phil.

"What?" He asked exasperated.

"I need you to do me a favor!" Phil looked at him suspiciously.

"…What?"

"I need you to be Chris Jericho's roadie."

"Um…what?!"

"Chris Jericho needs a roadie! Will you do it?"

"Why the hell didn't you say so!?"

"Doesn't matter! Now go they're setting up!" Phil ran on stage and saw him. Chris. Jericho. His spikey blonde hair, his blueish gray eyes and his tight black shirt with only three buttons actually done up on it. Phil repressed a lustful shutter. God this man was perfect! He was telling a roadie where to move a speaker, then he turned to Phil.

"Uh…Hi, I'm Phil, my brother said you needed help?"

"Yeah, I have three roadies but one couldn't make this show so while those two do speakers can you do the mics?"

"Yeah o-of course!" Chris smiled at the blushing teen. Phil tried to walk away cooly, somehow managing to trip over nothing and semi-stumbling away to the microphone. Chris watched Phil work.

'He has to be legal! He has to or else…' Chris thought. Finally Phil finished with the microphones and he started to walk backstage.

"Hey Phil?" Chis called. Phil whipped around to look at Chris, "Thanks for the help tonight…after the show come to my trailer".

"Uh yeah…okay…" Phil said confused. Chris smiled brightly at him then he ran on stage, the fans were screaming as loud as they could. Phil watched and listened as Chris did all of his favorite songs; "To Kill a Stranger, New Day's Dawn, Eat the Rich and many more. His favorite song by far was 'Broken Soul'. After Chris sang that song he decided to go to Chris's trailer. He turned to walk away when he ran into his brother's friend and band mate Mitch.

"CM Punk!" Phil hated Mitch!

"Yes Mitch?"

"I saw you talking to that Fozzy guy."

"Chris Jericho." Phil corrected.

"Yeah whatever-" Suddenly Phil didn't care what Mitch had to say so he turned away from him then suddenly Mitch grabbed Phil's arm and pulled him into a kiss. Sure Phil once had a crush on Mitch but Mitch was a total ass.

Chris had finished the concert and had seen Phil back stage. He went to talk to him but saw him kissing a random guy. He turned to walk sadly to his trailer until he heard Phil.

"Get off me!" Chris ran to the guy and pushed him away.

"Get off him now!" Chris demanded and Mitch backed further away. Phil hid behind Chris while Chris glared at Mitch. Then he led Phil to his trailer.

"CM wait!" Mitch called after them. Phil rolled his eyes and ignored him so Chris did the same. After they reached the trailer Chris turned to Phil.

"Who was that?" Chris asked, trying to keep the anger and jealousy from his voice.

"Mitch, he's in my brother's band"

"Why did he…kiss you." Chris bit out.

"I'm not really sure. Last time I checked he hated me." Chris looked at him questioningly, "It's because I'm gay". Phil said quietly. Chris nodded then motioned to a couch, incase Phil wanted to sit. Phil nodded then sat down.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Chris said as he grabbed a bottle of water.

"I didn't think so either but my brother and his friends think differently." Phil said. He then sat quietly, wondering why Chris Jericho of all people cared about what he was going through.

"What does CM mean?"

"Chick Magnet…they think it's hilarious."

"Well with the skills they have in music I'm sure that, even gay, you could get more women than them." Phil chuckled a little and thanked Chris for the compliment. Chris just shrugged and opened his water bottle. "How old are you Phil?" , he asked before he started drinking his water.

"I'm eighteen." Chris choked on the water in his mouth, effectively covering himself and Phil in water. Phil looked shocked at Chris then down at his now soaked tee-shirt. Chris covered his mouth, embarrassed.

'Way to go dumb ass!' Chris scolded himself as he wiped water off of his face.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked wiping his arms and face off with his hands.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry dude! Here…" Chris handed Phil one of his extra shirts.

"I couldn't…" Chris insisted and Phil nodded and took the shirt. Chris stared at the teen, astounded and overly excited. The boy was eighteen, legal, free for the taking. He kept his exterior calm but on the inside Chris was throwing a jamboree.

Phil slowly peeled off his wet shirt and, equally as slow, put Chris's shirt on. He couldn't believe it. This shirt belonged to Chris Jericho. The very focal point of Phil's fantasies! He tried not to show he was excited but come on…it's Chris Jericho! As Phil thought about the shirt Chris was staring at the teen. He was toned; his middle had a tiny hint of a tummy. He had a smooth chest, and the sexiest nipples he has ever seen. Chris wasn't one for nipples but damn…Phil's were beautifully sculpted and perfectly dusted pink.

"So…uh…why did you want me to come over?" Phil questioned quietly. Chris was silent for a moment, still looking Phil over. After a moment he got his bearings about him and he answered.

"Well…to be honest I needed to ask you how old you were."

"Okay…why?" Again Chris was silent a moment.

"I want you." Phil blinked.

"To work for you?"

"No, I want you for my very own." Phil sat there, dumbstruck. Was this real life? Was this a dream? What the hell is going on?

"Oh…" Phil said quietly. Chris looked at Phil worried. What if Phil didn't want him and he just scarred him for life? Damn, was this going to end in a lawsuit?

"Well, it was worth a shot."

"Y-Yes…"

"Yes?"

"I want to be yours…" Chris nodded slowly, trying to compute what Phil said.

"You'll need to leave your brother's band and go in the road with mine." Phil just nodded. He was finally getting away from his jackass brother! He was free!

"No problem."

"Excellent. Let's go to my room." Chris then led Phil to a back to his tiny bedroom. Phil looked over the room as Chris got a beer.

"This is cool"

"Thanks…wanna beer? I promise not to tell on you." Phil just shook his head "no" and continued looking around the room. It was surprisingly simple. The walls were bare and the bed was covered in black sheets. A small closet next to a mirror revealed all of Chris's possessions.

"Why did you want me?"

"Do you not see how delicious you are?" Phil just shook his head in disbelief. Chris smiled and walked up to Phil, invading his personal space, "I'll make you see it". Phil turned to question Chris but never got the chance because Chris began rubbing Phil's still clothed cock. Phil could only whimper as pleasure raced up his spine.

"I'll make you believe it." Chris said before pulling Phil into a passionate kiss. Phil kissed back with fervor, his every fantasy about to be done with the man of his dreams. Chris ran his tongue along Phil's lip, asking for entrance, with Phil gladly gave. As they deepened the kiss Chris pulled the borrowed shirt off of the teen. Phil shivered a little, his nipples getting hard. Chris pulled away from Phil's mouth, much to Phil's chagrin. Chris then kisses and licks up and down both sides of his neck and trailed his tongue across his collar bone. Phil whimpered again, a little louder. Chris slowly made his way to Phil's nipples and took the right one into his mouth. Phil moaned softly and Chris smiled around the hardened nub.

"Chris…" Phil pants out. Chris simply moved to the other one and lavished it with the same amount of attention. As Chris worked Phil's chest he was also working on getting Phil out of his pants. Phil lifted his hips and Chris tugged the jeans and boxers down. Chris looked Phil over again; his lips red from kissing, his nipples hard and glistening, and Chris's favorite part…the glazed over lustful look in his eyes.

"Beautiful" Chris whispered as he pulled the pants, boxers, shoes and socks off of Phil. Phil looked down, blushing.

"I don't-"

"Hush", Chris cut in then he lowered his head and caressed Phil's tip with his tongue. The action caused Phil to cry out Chris's name. Chris smiled and slowly started taking more of Phil into his mouth. He had a good sized cock and it was, as Chris suspected, delicious. He bobbed his head and Phil moaned softly and whimpered more frequently.

"I'm close…so close…" Phil didn't have time to be embarrassed because as soon as he spoke Chris deep throated him and stroked his balls. Phil tried to warn Chris again but he didn't have time because he was suddenly coming. He could only hear his blood roaring and his heart pounding as he felt the most immense pleasure he had ever felt. His toes curled and he gripped the sheets as he rode out the orgasm. Chris listened to the beautiful music Phil made then he knew he was going to come. PPhi's thighs were shaking and he whimpers moved to moans and with the loudest moan he came, his warm essence filling Chris's mouth, and tasting like strawberries. Chris looked up to see that Phil had passed out. He smiled and got up and tucked Phil into bed.

"Good night my Pet…we'll definitely be playing more tomorrow" Then he kissed Phil's head. He had things to do now. He had an ass to kick and a roadie to steal. Chris smiled and fixed his clothes then got up and went to find Mike and Mitch.

A/N Sorry about the terrible ending XD Please review!