Author: Mick

Title: Devious Blondes and Shower Stalls

Disclaimer: The characters belong to WWE. Concept is all mine.

Distribution: Let me know and credit me.

Rating: PG for light slash

Written: December 3, 2002

As I stand here at the top of the ramp with Booker talking about the sizes of our manhood, I wonder why the hell I'm here. This is getting as bad as the end of my WCW stint. All I need now are those horrendous pigtails and a top hat. Why am I still here? Well that's easy. There's only one thing- Okay, two things- keeping me here: My contract and...him. You know who. The blonde god with his perfect body, gorgeous aqua eyes, and a great ass. I've talked, no bitched, nonstop to him for weeks about throwing the towel in. Then he gives me that look. That heartbroken look, complete with tear-filled puppy eyes and a pouty lower lip. That look makes me melt. It makes me pull him into my arms and hug him and kiss him. It makes me want to never leave him. So I'm still here, at the top of the ramp being compared to "Stuart Little".

After the match, which turned into a tag bought, he and I walk back to the locker room in silence. He knows I'm, upset and I know he's planning something in that pretty head of his. We lock eyes for a moment and he smiles at me. I smile back, even though I'm far from happy. He's just that infectious. It's part of the reason I love him so much.

Without much thought, we head to the shower room, ignoring everyone around us. I turn on a showerhead and when I'm sure the water is boiling hot I step under the spray. My eyes drift closed as the water soaks my hair and flows in tiny rivers down my body. I suddenly let out a scream and my eyes snap open as I get hit with a burst of freezing cold water.

"CHRISTIAN!"

He bursts into giggles and nearly falls to the floor. I turn the water off and glare at him. It's taking my strength not to laugh with him. I grab my towel and start rolling it up. His laughter stops abruptly and he backs away. I smirk and inch towards him.

"Chris, c'mon man, don't!" He pleads.

I smirk, "Don't what? Don't do THIS?"

SNAP! The towel snapped him right in the ass and he let out a magnificent shriek. I laugh giddily as he holds his ass in pain.

I smirk again and innocently say, "Hm, that must have been what you meant. Woops."

Suddenly, I'm shoved against the wall and he's spraying me with more cold water. Oh, I DON'T think so! I grab the nearest loofah and start beating him with it. He laughs and before I can react he's got me pinned between him and the wall. Our cocks are pressed dangerously hard together and his hands are planted firmly on my chest. He leans forward and kisses me roughly, his tongue ramming into my mouth. I gasp and run my hands up and down his back.

Abruptly, he pulls away and gives me a devious smirk, "See you at the hotel Chris."

With that he leaves the room, leaving me a sweaty, panting, horny mess. I push my hair out of my face and mutter, "Bastard."

He's in for it tonight.