"Ok, so I'm not a huge fan of tonight's script?" Seth said softly, his voice light with a questioning lilt.
"It's just a script." Chris said absently, he wanted to ignore the nervous fluttering of his stomach as he watched Seth pace.
"Well, I still don't like it." Seth said sharply, he watched as Chris let out a sigh, his stress showing in his blue eyes. "You know why, Chris."
"I know but it's just a script, nothing more Seth." Chris looked at Seth in the mirror, a small smile quirking his lips.
"Whether it's real or not, I don't fucking like it! You know I don't like having to talk to you like that!" Seth moved over to where Chris was sitting, his agitation clear in his dark brown eyes. "It doesn't really make me feel good and I damn sure know it doesn't make you feel good."
"Either way, it's still just a script, we can't afford to let our personal feelings get involved in this Seth, you know that." Chris tried not to let the truth show. He knew if he did, Seth would go out on stage tonight and do something completely off script. Looking at the glass, watching the man behind him, Chris grinned. "At, uh, at least it's not true?" He knew he should trust Seth by now but their lives were crazy. They could have a relationship off screen but on screen they had to be enemies and it was beginning to take its toll on them.
"None of that shit is true Chris, none of it." Seth moved to sit behind him, wrapping his arms around Chris' waist. "See, this is what I'm talking about. They do these scripts and don't think about how it affects people." Seth pressed a gentle kiss against Chris' neck, smiling at his soft hitch of breath. "We have..." Seth's lips moved lazily against Chris' neck, chuckling soft at his shivering response.
"N-no time for this, Seth." Chris stammered breathlessly. He glanced up at the clock, trying to determine if they could or... "Seth, we really don't..." Chris broke off with a soft gasp, shifting his position against Seth. "Y-you're going to make me late."
Seth grinned, "They won't start without you and we have 45 minutes before you have to be on stage." Seth licked a strip across Chris's neck, biting down on the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "We have time Chris, besides you're wound as tight as a fucking spring." He slid a hand across Chris's stomach, taking a deep breath at the way the muscles twitched beneath his hand. "Relax sweetheart, it's just like you said..."
"It's a script but Seth..." Chris started then stopped, biting his bottom lip. "W-what if..."
"It isn't, don't think it is, ok? Focus on tonight. When we leave here..." Seth stopped, pausing at the sound of footsteps in the hall. When Chris stiffened against him, he slowly pulled away. "You know, eventually you're going to have to tell him about us."
Chris frowned, "I will, just...just not right now."
Seth bit back a harsh sound, moving to stand up. He paused at the hand on his wrist, looking down at Chris with a sad expression. "Don't worry about it. I'm going to go get ready, you talk to him."
Chris held on tightly to Seth's wrist. He knew Seth was right, knew that he was going to have to tell his best friend about them. He just wasn't sure when or how. "I'll see you in a few?"
Seth looked away from Chris, pulling gently on his arm. "Yeah, I'll see you in a few."
Chris watched as Seth turned away from him. He wanted to tell him to stay, to come back and they would tell Kevin together but he didn't. He couldn't, not when he already knew how Kevin would react. Kevin was a cool guy, his best friend but Kevin and Seth never really saw eye to eye, on or off camera. Taking a deep breath, Chris looked at his reflection in the mirror, the face starring back at him was one he didn't recognize. Glancing over at the silver clipboard, Chris frowned. Seth was supposed to have taken it with him, what was he going to do if he couldn't find it? His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Chris responded automatically. He looked up to see Seth standing in the doorway. Turning, he frowned at the brunette's hesitation. "Seth?"
"I, uh, I forgot something." He looked at Chris, watched as his expression went from confused to understanding.
"The clipboard or uh, The List as it's called." Chris reached for the silver board and was stopped mid motion by the sound of the door's lock.
"No, I forgot why I had originally come by." Seth looked Chris over from head to toe. "I need to give you a reason to be mad at me tonight."
Chris stiffened, standing up slowly from the bench, he turned to face Seth fully. "What, uh, w-what are you talking about?" He could feel his face heating as his pants tightened. Chris watched as Seth took off his shirt, unconsciously licking his lips in anticipation. "Seth, we, uh, w-we really don't..." Chris started breathlessly.
"We do, honey, trust me we do." Seth grinned. He moved towards Chris, his smile turning predatory as Chris moved back. "If I don't you won't be upset."
"There are other ways asshole." Chris watched as Seth's grin widened. "Seth, don't do this."
"I'll finish it after the show, you know I will. We have plans tonight, remember?" Seth watched until Chris' back was pressed against the wall. "Besides, you know you want me to, you love it." Seth's gaze moved over the blond in front of him. He could feel a swell of appreciation and lust roll over him. "You look good in those pants." His smile softened at Chris's look of pleasure. Reaching for the scarf on the chair next to him, Seth ran his hands over the material. "Still, you look even better in nothing but just this." Seth said softly, he draped the scarf around Chris's neck and shoulders. He watched as the material seemed to caress the tan skin beneath. "I've never been jealous of anything, until now." His head snapped up at the small sound from Chris, taking in the flushed face, wide, dilated blue eyes, and parted lips. Seth held his breath as a flash of pink slid across Chris' bottom lip and he groaned. "You're gonna be mad at me for now but I swear I'll make it up to you tonight." He kissed Chris, a bruising press of their lips as he moved to press against Chris fully. Pulling back, Seth took a deep breath, "Don't be to mad at me honey, ok?"
"Then don't do..." Chris bit back a moan as Seth's hand found it's way across his stomach and down. His fingers teasing with the waist band of Chris's pants. "A-asshole." Chris panted, trying to keep his focus on the show but failing. Seth felt to good pressed against him, the earlier echos of disquiet fading as he struggled not to give in. "I-if you do this..." Chris swallowed when he felt Seth's hand move lower. "You will owe me." He shivered at the soft sound of a zipper sliding down, biting his bottom lip in anticipation of what Seth would do next.
"I'll owe you, damnit, christ Chris, I'll fucking owe you tomorrow because tonight is our anniversary and right now we have a show and you're supposed to be mad not fucking talking so fucking much." Seth said in fond exasperation.
"You're trying to fuck me in..." Chris glanced over at the clock then back at Seth. "In ten minutes, which by the way is fucking impossible when dealing with you!" Chris glared at Seth, the earlier feelings of need and pleasure began to fade into anger and confusion. "You know I talk during sex, said it wasn..." He was cut off by a hard kiss, moaning in frustrated need. Jerking back, Chris tried to glare at Seth. "Just, what the fuck Seth!"
"You're being difficult, sparkle pants." Seth whispered against his lips. He slid his hand beneath Chris' waistband, using gentle fingers to tease the skin hidden from view. "Let me help you relax."
Chris shivered as his eyes drifted closed. He knew he should stop Seth, remind him again they didn't have the time but the will fled once a large, warm hand wrapped around him. "Y-you promise?"
Seth leaned forward, grinding against Chris slowly. "I promise, it's been two weeks, I have no plans other than spending tonight with you." Seth smiled at the look filling Chris' eyes. Hating himself for what he was about to do, he took a deep breath then glanced at the clock. Seven minutes...five minutes before they came to que Chris. "Two weeks and I've missed you." Seth stroked Chris, holding him in a loose circle. "Tell me you haven't missed me, tell me to stop and I will."
Chris shivered, he hated when Seth went slow, especially before a show and he wanted to talk, now? "Yes, fuck, Seth hurry up, please." Chris tried to move his hips but was stopped by the feel of Seth pressed against him. He knew he'd been warned but was hoping Seth had been joking. Groaning in frustration, Chris looked at the man pressing him against the wall. "You're seriously goi..." Chris broke off with a gasp as Seth tightened his hand around him, his pace still tortuously slow. Clenching his jaw against the hot flood of need, Chris tried to glare at the grinning brunette. "Bastard, that's not...that's, Seth...listen to me...fuck, you asshole!" Chris tried to pull away, only to grab onto the arm around him, his head falling forward as he thrust his hips back up. He looked down at the large hand wrapped around him, his blood thickening as he watched Seth's hand move. Swallowing back a moan, Chris lifted his head, hazy gaze locking with the passion glazed one watching him. "I've missed you, too." He watched as Seth grinned in lazy pleasure, a warm heat spread through out his chest and he returned the grin.
"Then don't be mad at me." Seth moved forward, pressing Chris fully against the wall. He looked back at the clock and held back a sigh. "They'll be here to que you for the stage, you need to be able to walk sweetheart."
"They will wait." Chris groaned, pulling Seth closer. "It's been two weeks and..."
"And we have to work tonight." Seth moaned. He didn't want to deny Chris, not this, especially when it's been so long for them both. He could feel the small signs of Chris giving in, watched as the blue eyes widened, his kiss swollen lips parted on a sigh and Seth leaned forward to catch it. "We will both have to wait until after..."
Chris groaned in angry frustration. Tonight was already moving much to slow for his liking. "Fuck, fine!" Chris gritted out, he tried to hold in the whine that rose in his throat as Seth's hand stopped moving. Taking a deep breath, Chris groaned as Seth kissed him. He moved his hips forward, pulling Seth closer as he thrust up once...twice...
"Mr. Jericho? You have two minutes before you're needed on stage."
Chris bit back a moan, his angry, passion glazed eyes glared at the door. Pushing back the first response, Chris looked back at Seth and paused. Blinking, he stiffened as Seth slowly stepped back, face flushed, eyes filled with his lust. "Fine! I'm on my fucking way!" Chris heard the slight tremble in his voice, his gaze still held by Seth's. He watched as Seth moved closer, his hands reaching for his pants. "Seth..."
"I know honey, I'll see you in the arena." Seth zipped Chris's pants back up, making sure to be as gentle as possible. Looking up into the bright blue gaze, Seth gave him a sad smile. "At least once we leave here I'll be able to change that look on your face." Seth could see the others struggle to regain some type of control in such a limited time. He watched as Chris' eyes filled with moisture. "Don't baby, you know why I..."
"I know, christ, I know, doesn't mean I'm not pissed and needing to fucking come!" Chris said angrily. His voice breaking as he felt Seth pressed against his hip. "Seth, they could..."
"Your fans, sweetheart, you love them to much to make them wait." Seth leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together he sighed. "I'll see you in the arena." Giving Chris a gentle kiss, he pulled back, not missing the broken expression in front of him. He could see the questions in the clear blue eyes, knew Chris was wondering, again, if this was just part of the act or real. "I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."
Chris nodded, remaining silent as he watched Seth reach for the clipboard. "Seth?"
"You're gorgeous Chris, you don't need me to confirm that." Seth gave him a small smile, aware of how he must look as well. He wanted to finish what he'd started, more than anything but Chris had been right when he said they didn't have the time. "Come on Jericho, time to get on with the show."
Chris took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He started when a loud knock sounded on the door. "What now?!" He shouted in irritation.
"They're calling for your music, Mr. Jericho."
Chris glared at the door. "I'm on my way, stupid idiot!" He watched as Seth chuckled, holding the clipboard loosely by his side. "If you ever do this again, I swear I'll kick your ass."
Seth's grin widened as Chris put his vest on and adjusted his scarf. "I'll let you because I'm in about as much pain as you are." Seth's dark gaze moved over Chris, taking in the flushed skin, skin tight pants, and angry, wrecked expression on his face. "Now, go out there and give them the gift of Jericho."
Chris watched as Seth left the room, closing his eyes with a tired sigh, he brushed his vest down and headed towards the door. "Let's go out here and give everyone the gift of Jericho." He whispered softly. Opening the door, Chris glanced at his expression in the mirror and frowned. Seth was going to owe him far more than usual for this one.