A/N: It's strange how the best stories are always the ones you do not intend to do ...and it probably helped that Chris and Mike together are the goddess of Wrestling Slash (your argument is invalid). I don't own anything and I don't earn anything either. Enjoy.
Warning: slash, mentions of Centon, a little bit of sex-talk
Mike opened the door to the locker room tentatively and was instantly relieved when he found the room empty for Chris who was sitting on one of the benches, leaning back against the wall with the earplugs of his iPod in his ears. He was humming along to whatever music he was listening to and had his hands lying relaxed by his sides. It was pretty rare to see Chris doing nothing for once and the young wrestler was glad that the blond seemed to be off duty for the rest of the evening.
Not really knowing if he should make himself known just yet the brunette walked over to where his co-worker was sitting and stopped a few feet away from the other man, simply standing there and looking at Chris, his head spinning. He did not know what to say if he could get the blond to talk to him and he even less knew how to say it. Mike really didn't feel comfortable in his skin right now and tried really hard to keep the disturbing pictures from earlier from flashing up again.
He took another uneasy step forward the moment Chris' eyes opened. Amazing cerulean eyes looked at him, more in question than in surprise and Mike had a hard time trying to fight down the blush that threatened to creep onto his cheeks. The look his co-worker gave him didn't help matters in the least – he had seen enough blue eyes for today. Blue eyes that… he shook his head to get rid of the memory that invaded his vision once again. It made him shiver and close his eyes for a moment.
"Everything okay, kid?" Chris' voice forced him back into reality and Mike sighed when he caught the other man's questioning gaze. His first impulse was to lie, but that wasn't what he had sought out Chris for. He really needed someone to talk – right now.
"Not really… I- I need someone to talk, Chris." he squeezed out between clenched teeth, not really sure what to do with his hands. He rubbed them together in thought, his gaze drifting along the wall behind the blond without registering anything he was looking at. This whole thing was so fucked up, but he couldn't keep it to himself. Mike instinctively knew that he needed to talk about what he had seen earlier or he wouldn't get a wink of sleep tonight.
"Sure. Come, sit down. You look like you're about to faint." Chris said, patting the bench beside him, eyes never leaving Mike in the process.
Still a little unsteady on his feet the brunette let out a relieved sigh when he slumped down onto the bench beside the older man. For a moment the only thing he did was trying to get his breathing back to normal and it actually worked somewhat – the uneasy feeling was still in his gut, though. The whole situation had hit him simply out of nowhere and that was probably the reason why it affected him so much.
"I… they…" Mike was very well aware of the fact he made absolutely no sense but he couldn't force the words to leave his mouth.
"Calm down Mike. As far as I know no one his dead or in the hospital and Vince didn't cut our salaries either, so it can't be that bad." the blond tried to cheer him up and it actually made Mike cut a small smile in return.
"No it's not that bad I suppose."
"See?" Chris grinned, "Now tell me what's up with you. You look like you have been eye to eye with your worst nightmare …and the nightmare won, obviously."
Mike risked to cast a chaste look at the older man who caught his gaze and looked right back, making the brunette gulp and avert his eyes to the floor. He did not know how to begin this conversation that no doubt would be very awkward for him. The Miz was no coward and Mike usually wasn't either, but he couldn't deny that he was more than a little scared right now.
"You're starting to scare me, kid. You never struck me as the type to swallow his tongue, not in my presence at least." Chris frowned, "That hard to talk about, hm?"
The only thing the younger wrestler could do was nod.
He flinched, startled when something made contact with his hand, and was even more surprised when he looked down and saw the blond's fingers interlacing with his own, Chris' hand not letting him go when Mike tried to pull away his fingers. The older man's grip was strong and his skin was warm against Mike's cold hands.
"It's easier to talk to someone when you have physical contact." he explained quietly.
"Where did you get that from?" the younger man couldn't hide his curiosity, still not quite used to the feeling of Chris' hand in his. It was strange to sit here in the locker room, holding another guy's hand – especially after what he had seen not long ago – but it somehow helped Mike to slowly rearrange his confused mind.
A reminiscent smile tug at Chris' lips, "From an old friend who went to visit another old friend."
Mike didn't comment any further, knowing that it was not his place to meddle with the blonde's memories. Currently his own memories were by far enough to occupy his mind entirely. He sighed.
"I walked in on John and Randy." he felt instantly better when he admitted it, as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Saying it out loud actually helped a lot in clearing his mind, even if he was still far away from feeling settled – because he wasn't sure if he would be able to remove the images from his mind anytime soon.
John had Randy pressed against the wall of the hallway, apparently not caring that someone could walk in on them anytime soon. He was most likely beyond caring, because Randy sure as hell was, his head thrown back in ecstasy, sweat running down his forehead and his eyes shut tightly. A throaty moan tore from the younger man's throat when Johns head buried itself in the crock of his neck, one hand rubbing against the massive bulge in Randy's jeans. The moan turned into what could only be described as a slutty mewl when John slowly sunk down to his knees, his hands freeing Randy's cock from his pants and fisting the hard on before he pressed a light kiss to the already leaking tip. "I'm gonna make you cum, Randy. I'll make you cum and then I'm gonna fuck your pretty ass." Cena smirked, baby blue eyes dancing with mischief.
That was when Mike had spun around and started running. He doubted that either one of them had seen him – they had obviously been too engaged in each other to notice anything but themselves.
"They caught you of guard." Chris didn't even try to fake surprise. It was evident that he knew, because there was no chance that something like this could have went unnoticed by any veteran. Mike even started to question how many of the younger guys knew what Randy and John were doing behind closed doors – or in open hallways for that matter.
"Damn, in The Real World they at least kept it straight." he muttered.
"Does it upset you more that it were Randy and John or that it were two men in general?" Chris asked his voice still calm. The blond's hand was still holding on Mikes and the older man made no move to release his grip anytime soon. Mike didn't really know if he should push his co-worker away or not.
"You want to know if I'm homophobic, bottom line." Mike cleared. The accusation, if it was one, made him a little angry. It was probably because the older man kept his cool even now, looking at the brunette with honest baby blue eyes that once again triggered his memories. The thing that irked him a lot more though was the fact that Chris was bold enough to rub his thumb in slow circles over the back of his hand while their eyes locked. The touch distracted him more than he liked to admit.
He sighed. "It's… I heard the rumors – everyone who isn't deaf has heard them at some point – but I never thought too much into it. Now… how many guys fuck each other backstage, in the hotels? How many did at some point of their careers?"
"You feel betrayed?"
"A little. And overwhelmed, more than a little." he admitted.
Chris chuckled, "You'll get used to it in time. It won't come overnight and it will be awkward at first but in a few years you simply shrug it away. The specialty gets lost some day."
Mike avoided to look at the other man and unconsciously backed away a little from his presence. He words sounded too easy and practically forced him to get suspicious. In reality he didn't really care if someone was straight or gay but the topic of conversation sill made him feel uncomfortable in his skin. What if…?
"You… I mean…" he closed his mouth when he started to stammer.
This time Chris outright laughed, leaning his head back against the wall. He turned a little to have a better look at Mike who returned his gaze but couldn't completely keep from blushing. Damn, he felt like a fucking fifth-grader in sex ed.
"When was the first time you had sex?" the blond asked, startling Mike a little with the choice of his question.
"When I was nineteen. I met her in some club." he answered honestly, still not quite getting what Chris was after.
"Was it good?" Chris was grinning now.
"What's the matter, Chris?" he gowned, rolling his eyes, "It was my first sex, so it obviously wasn't good. The rest room stall probably wasn't the best choice of location, we fumbled a lot and it was over too soon. Satisfied?"
"My first time was after a match in Mexico." the older man confessed, "She was really sexy and I was a 22-year-old virgin who got his first taste of fame at the time. We went to my room and I was scared shitless. I entered her, we started to move and it was over in seconds."
The blonde caught Mike's irritated gaze and laughed. "Don't look at me like that, we all start from scratch. My point is: I was horrified at what would happen, and after that disaster I told myself 'Can't get any worse than that'. It only gets better when you are on the rocks and it did … and when I met Shawn three years later and he flirted with me like there was no tomorrow I thought back to that awful night and knew that it would be the same in some way and different all the same."
Mike remained silent for a moment but didn't avert his eyes. The blond didn't interrupt his thoughts and waited patiently for the younger man to start talking again. He knew that this wasn't as easy for Mike as it was for him – which wasn't unusual considered that there was a difference of about ten years of experience between them.
"Was… was it good?" Mike didn't get his head around why he even asked, but now that the question was out he looked at Chris with curious blue eyes.
"Very." Chris confirmed, cheshire grin on his lips, "It actually helps a lot when you aren't scarred just because you're doing something new."
Their eyes locked.
"How old are you, Mike? Twenty-six?"
"Twenty-seven actually." he answered, again not really knowing where their conversation was heading. It didn't help that he didn't know that much about his older co-worker either – because Mike was lucky to be considered mid-carder and Chris was somewhere far above that. The older guys usually didn't care that much for the younger talent and their interaction was sparse most of the time.
"I started two years before you; you better hurry up if you want to catch up with me at some point." the blond man taunted, making Mike blush beet-red in the process.
"I'm not… I don't like other guys that way. I'm not gay, dammit!" he all but shouted, staring at Chris wide-eyed.
His outburst earned Mike a raised eyebrow from Chris that was accompanied by a light chuckle from the older man. The blond obviously found amusement in something that wasn't amusing in the least to Mike. He banged women and had no intention to do otherwise anytime soon.
"I didn't say you are." Chris clarified, "I don't consider myself gay, Shawn …okay that's a different matter entirely, but whatever… and Randy isn't gay either. I don't know about Cena though."
Mike snorted. "Sure. Randy let… he lets John fuck him and he isn't gay."
"You still have a lot more to learn about this business, Mikey." Chris didn't seem faced by the angry look the received for that statement, "Randy certainly is not gay. But he is a man in his prime with way too much testosterone in his system who rolls around in a ring with other men every day. His wife his heavily pregnant and he would never cheat on her with another woman. So if he works out his pent up energy with John, I'm not gonna blame him for it."
"Sill…" Mike cringed and left the sentence unfinished. Guys did not fuck other guys, it wasn't natural. Hell, even back in primary school it had been clear that real man didn't cuddle, hold hands or kiss each other. Such things were reserved for women only … because tenderness like this was weak and no boy wanted to be weak – weak guys were either momma's boy's or faggots.
"You don't have to support what they're doing, damn you don't have to like it at all… but somehow I get the feeling that they aren't your problem." the blonde mused but didn't press the matter when Mike avoided his gaze once again. His goal was not to make the younger man uncomfortable, even if it didn't looked that way at times. Chris really wanted to help Mike sort things out for himself, but therefore the brunette needed to cooperate.
His thumb still caressed the back of Mike's hand gently and even if he looked at little uncomfortable at the touch the younger wrestler didn't try to escape the soothing motion now.
"Did you and Randy ever have sex?" Mike suddenly asked, startling Chris with the incoherent question.
"Me and Randy? Hell no." the older of the two couldn't stifle a laugh, "Orton his clever enough to know that he wouldn't come out on top of this and that his ego couldn't cope with that. I suspect the only reason he lets John do it is because he's actually physically stronger than him. Randy was always the guy you had to force into submission."
Mike cringed. He could empathize with the fact that Randy didn't want another guy to shove his dick up his ass. The thought alone made him shiver. It already sounded like something very painful.
"It has to hurt like hell." he mumbled to no one particular.
His low chatter earned him a thoughtful look from a pair of cerulean eyes but Mike didn't notice the way Chris looked at him – what most likely wasn't a bad thing considered how the blond's lips curled into a sly grin when he eyed Mike's far away expression and the way he became restless once again. Chris decided that his younger co-worker probably only need a gentle shove into the right direction.
"It does, but it hurts so good." he answered, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a laugh when Mike turned his head and stared at him wide-eyed before he blushed scarlet and was quick to eye the opposite wall once again.
"Because nothing can really compare to the feeling of being filled that way. It's too much and not nearly enough at the same time. Your ass is on fire, burning, and the pain his mind blowing and the only thing you want to do is to scream for it to stop … and then there is that first thrust that hits you prostate and you really scream, you beg for it to never stop, for it to be faster, harder…"
"Stop! Shut up, shut the fuck up or I'll…" Mike didn't finish his sentence. He was looking at Chris with blazing eyes, his breathing once again unsteady, his cheeks colored pink and his fingers clenched around the older man's.
"Or you'll do what? What are you gonna do, hm Mike?" Chris teased. He had a filthy mouth and he loved talking dirty, especially when it got people as flustered as his co-worker was right now. Responding to Mike's fierce gaze the blond locked his blue eyes with the younger man's, daring Mike to do something, to make him shut up. He loved the thrill it gave him.
"Nothing. I don't want you to talk about it this way, that's all." Mike backed down immediately.
"Oh come one boy." Chris groaned, "One second you're totally upset and the next you shy away again. What are you so friggin' scared of?"
Mike shot him a nasty look, "I'm not scared."
"I've seen you act more convincing the first time you were on Smackdown and let me assure you, you were a miserable actor back then."
The brunette growled in return but Chris knew that they both knew that he was right. Mike was a very talented actor and had usually no problem in lying straight to someone's face – that was why the older man didn't believe him for a second. He did not get what Mike's problem was.
"Okay, you obviously don't care that much about Cena and Randy fucking and even if the thought of two men sleeping with each other makes you uncomfortable you still have nothing against it, because you didn't use the word faggot once in this entire conversation, plus you're still holding my hand. So why are you scared? …and you are scared of something, I can see it." Chris gave his co-worker a stern look.
Mike's head sunk back against the wall and he narrowed his eyes in frustration. He knew that he could have easily freed his hand of Chris' grip and fled the room, but that simply wasn't his style. He faced problems and didn't run away from them – because they tended to come back and bite him in the ass later on if he did.
He clenched his teeth, "They, I mean Randy and John… they… they were darn hot. I mean really hot as in fucking hot … two men should never look that hot together, it's wrong on so many levels…"
"That's your big problem?" Chris laughed, "For God's sake you're weird."
"You are a Christian, you are not allowed to curse in God's name." Mike shot back, trying to overcome the feeling of shame in his gut.
"I am a Christian, thus I have more right to curse in God's name than most other people." Chris grinned, laughing when he saw the younger man shaking his head in disbelief. Mike joined in only seconds later, his posture now more relaxed than he had been the whole evening since he walked in on John and Randy.
"They were hot, hm?" Chris eventually said when their laughter died down and Mike managed to nod without turning red again, "Come on it's not the end of the world. Even I think they're hot and I've seen -never mind."
The fact that he broke off in the middle of his sentence made Mike look at Chris curiously, one eyebrow raised in the blonde's typical fashion. The older man however didn't finish what he wanted to say, knowing that this really wasn't his secret to tell.
"Thanks for talking with me, I really needed that." Mike squeezed Chris' hand.
Cerulean blues eyes locked with his and the next second Mike was pulled forward by the older man, suddenly sitting so that their chests were pressed against each other. One of Chris' arms snug around his waist and the hand of the other still held on to his fingers tightly. The blond's light stubble scratched the tender skin of his neck.
"It was nothing." Chris snickered, "You sought me out after all."
Mike didn't know what to respond for a moment. He didn't mind the hug, it was quite nice actually and innocent enough.
"Well, I didn't want to talk about this particular experience with Adam, because … you know him. He's something like my adopted older brother and he would've made fun of me for freaking out-"
"Cut the crap, kid." Chris sighed, warm breath hitting Mike's earlobe, "You could've gone to your partner John, or – even better – to Jay who is a lot better of a listener than I am, but you didn't. It's okay, but don't try lying to yourself."
The younger man was about to protest but closed his mouth without saying a word when he remembered Chris' words from earlier. "It actually helps a lot when you aren't scarred just because you're doing something new."
He buried his head in the crock of the older man's neck, blond strands of hair rubbing against his face. Mike knew that his heart was beating too fast, his blood roaring in his ears, breathing a tad irregular. His head was spinning again and there was a lump in his throat that had nothing to do with what he had seen earlier. The whole thing was ridiculous, really. Scraping his courage together he cleared his throat.
"Would you kiss me, please?" his voice was faint but steady and he was rewarded with a soft hum of approval from the older man. That was obviously the right thing to say, because Chris drew him even closer against his body.
"I knew you weren't that dense." Mike should have felt insulted, but it was really hard with Chris' bright blue eyes staring at him, a soft smile playing on his lips.
The kiss felt different. Chris' lips were soft against his, tender. They coaxed him into opening his mouth, letting his tongue met the other man's. The blonde's stubble rubbed against his cheeks, his features more edged than any women's. There was no hesitation in Chris' actions, his kiss was fierce, demanding even. He made it clear who was in charge by pushing Mike's tongue back in his own mouth, exploring the wet cavern as he pleased.
Mike's free hand buried itself in the older man's blond shock of hair. He didn't care that the throaty moan that echoed through the room was his own, only half stifled by Chris' mouth against his.
Chris broke away from their kiss slowly, panting a little, "You're a good kisser, never let someone tell you otherwise."
They both grinned at the statement and Mike couldn't stop himself from breathing another small kiss on the other man's lips, "Dito."
"So…" Chris' mouth wandered down to Mike's neck, the blond burying his head against the younger man's shoulder, "Not that disgusting now, hm?
"Nope." licking his lips Mike couldn't prevent the chuckle form escaping his lips. He could feel the warmth settling back in his cheeks the moment he said the word, but ignored it in favor of concentrating on the feeling of Chris' breath ghosting against the shell of his ear.
There was no denying that he had liked kissing Chris … and that right now he wouldn't mind doing it again. The realization felt strange, really strange, but strangely enough he didn't freak out like he had anticipated he would – not that he had put that much thought into kissing another man before at all.
"Thought so." the older man lifted his head, a pair of glistening cerulean eyes looking with Mike's own, "What're we gonna do now?"
Caught by surprise the brunette didn't really know how to answer the question. Was it a proposition or was the older man simply being nice? He didn't know what Chris wanted from him, expected him to do … he had never done something similar before and therefore didn't know what to say, how to react. Should he just give some bold remark? Did Chris expect him to…
"Breath, Mike." warm fingers squeezed his suddenly sweaty palm and only then did he realize that their fingers were still interlaced. Loosening his vice like grip on the blonde's hand, Mike did as he was told and took a deep breath, calming down his overexcited brain.
"You don't have to do anything." Chris reassured him and a look in honest blue eyes confirmed Mike that the blond man meant what he said. Grinning own at him, the unoccupied of the elder's hands sneaked around the brunette's neck and drew him close. Hot, steady breath ghosted over Mike's lips, their mouths nearly touching – his breathing hitched at the close proximity they were in.
"I just thought you might be…" there was short pause, just long enough for Mike to notice that Chris' thumb was caressing the back of his hand again, "…curious."
Mike gulped, "Curiosity killed the cat."
Suddenly Chris' rich laughter filled the room. Mike could only stare at the man open-mouthed when he threw his head back a little, body quivering in amusement, blond hair covering Chris' eyes for a moment.
Then he leant forward, sparkling blue eyes capturing Mike's gaze.
"But you know what they say." his mouth wandered to the younger man's ear, whispering the words in a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down Mike's spin, "…and satisfaction brought it back."
That was when Mike admitted defeat.
Reviews are always welcome ...you'll get the sexy part in the second chapter.