I'm not sure where this idea came from. The three-way relationship came from codyrhodesfan a bit, but it certainly was mentioned in a different way than well this.

Just so no one is confused, Chris is Jericho, and Jason is Christian. The Addy that Jason mentions is Adam of course. =]

I own no one involved at all, they all belong to the WWE.

Jason sat silently in his hotel room, watching Chris as he sat at the table, a pencil spinning in his fingers. He watched as the late afternoon sun shined in through the window, bouncing off his blond hair. That blond hair was something that Jason always found himself attracted to more than anything else on Chris. Well no, there were other things about Chris that he loved, but his hair was the one thing that he always found himself drawn to. He let his eyes drop down to Chris' face, the annoyed look still resting on it from earlier. Why Chris was so annoyed, Jason wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure if he was at fault or not. He stared at Chris' expression, his mind racking itself for any kind of situation that might lead to the reason behind Chris' annoyance.

Shifting slightly on the bed, Jason let his eyes drift further along Chris's body before returning once more to the pencil that was spinning in his fingers. He watched the yellow utensil spin and spin before he felt dizzy so he turned his gaze up to Chris' hair, his attention once more drawn towards it.

Chris knew Jason was staring at him, watching his every movement and although normally he wouldn't mind, today he just found it annoying. It was almost as if the other man was analyzing his every movement, calculating over every little thing to see what it meant. He shook his head slightly before turning his gaze back to the paper that rested on the table in front of him. The smooth surface of the paper was unmarked expect for a few places where Chris had ripped or picked at the paper while thinking.

"Chris?" questioned Jason, breaking the silence that had rested between the two of them, "Can we go eat now?"

Chris snapped the pencil down and turned his gaze towards Jason, staring at him before speaking, "I said we can eat once I figure out what I'm going to write this song about," answered Chris, snapping his gaze back to the paper.

A soft, gentle sigh escaped Jason as he stood up and walked over to Chris, stepping up behind him. He stared down at the paper, inwardly sighing when he saw no words covering it. He didn't even notice he was bothering Chris until Chris draped an arm over the paper, blocking it from Jason's view.

"I told you not to bother me when I'm writing," stated Chris, looking back over his shoulder at Jason. Jason frowned and stepped away from Chris, returning to his spot on the bed. He dropped his hands to his lap and stared down at them, silence filling the room once more aside from the soft ticking of the clock and the tapping of Chris' pencil.

"Chris?" questioned Jason an hour later, breaking the silence again, "Can we please go eat now? I'm starving."

Chris slammed his hands down on the table, his gaze flashing over to Jason, "If you're so damn hungry then get out of here and go eat!" he shouted at Jason, not even caring about the fear he was imposing in him.

Jason jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, the door shutting with a thud behind him. He leaned back against it, a soft pant coming from his lips before he started off down the hall. He sighed as he stepped into the elevator and took it down to the lobby. He walked to the hotel's restaurant and took a seat at one of the tables, his eyes locked on his menu.

After eating his dinner, Jason left the restaurant and went back up to his room, slipping in quietly. He spotted Chris laying on the bed, and walked over to him, taking his rightful place laying next to Chris, his head on Chris' chest.

"Sorry for yelling at you," said Chris, his fingers playing with Jason's hair. Jason smiled faintly, his eyes falling shut. He felt shudders run through his body as he felt Chris' fingers in his hair, the touches leaving an electrifying feeling within him.

"Don't be sorry Chris," whispered Jason, turning his head so he was looking up at Chris. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I should know that by now."

Chris smirked down at him, pressing his lips against Jason's, "Yes, you should have known that by now," he growled softly, "I thought I taught you that already."

Jason nodded his head briefly, turning his gaze away from Chris, "I'm sorry I disobeyed you," he said softly.

Chris turned Jason's face towards him, pressing his lips against Jason's once more. He pushed the younger man back on the bed, pressing his body down on Jason, pinning him to the bed. He ran his hands along Jason's sides before resting them at the top of his pants, tugging lightly at the material.

Jason grinned slightly into Chris' lips before letting his lover, his master do whatever it was he wanted. He knew better than to fight against Chris' wishes, even if at times they weren't exactly what he wanted. He knew that somewhere inside of him he wished that Chris was someone else, someone that had left him months ago, but he knew that person would never come back, well not for a few months that is.

Hours later, Jason was lying tiredly in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around Chris, his head resting on the older man's chest. He sighed faintly, his movements unnoticed by the sleeping man. He turned his gaze from the floor to the window, staring out at the twinkling stars.

"I miss you Addy," he whispered to the silent room before closing his eyes, snuggling himself closer to his new lover, his new man.