Chapter 1: A Christmas Wish
Pairing: Randy Orton/Dave Bautista
I clenched my fingers, feeling the feather shaped snow flake crush and melt into a small puddle of water on my palm. Funny, I didn't even feel the cold. In fact, I didn't feel anything. I was only wearing a thin t-shirt and a pair of jeans with sneakers and it was falling snow around me. The bench I was sitting on was built under a giant pine tree, which was the only thing keeping the snow flakes falling onto me. The surroundings were quiet, as it was close to midnight. It was christmas. Everyone was at home celebrating it.
I watched as a star fell from the sky, faintly leaving a trail of fire behind it. For a moment I thought of wishing something, wishing for a chance to feel love again. But does these wishes come true? No. Even if they did, mine will never be.
Once in a while a car or a bus would drive pass on the road behind me, but I had no intention of going home. Home…. I wasn't supposed to call that house 'home' as it wasn't mine. Well, not anymore.
'Christmas is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.'
I couldn't help the snort. So this bench was made for lovers? Then this wasn't the place where I ought to be. I had to ignore the slight sting in my heart. I started to get up.
"Orton?"
I swirled around, my cold grey eyes catching warm browns, my heart skipping a beat. He raised a brow, inspecting me up and down.
"What are you doing here?" he asked slowly, like he was doubting his own words. "Aren't you supposed to be at home?"
I snorted again. Pretending like I didn't hear his second question, I answered, "I could ask you the same, Dave."
I caught a flash of an unknown emotion in his eyes. I wondered if it was a bad thing, seeing the warmness in his brown eyes dim a bit. But Dave just gave me a half smile and casually shrugged it off. Like I wouldn't even notice. I decided never to bring up about his home again. I don't know why I was making such a big deal about this. I mean, Dave and I have had major career issues in our lives. We have been friends, enemies and have gone back to being complete strangers. I couldn't care less what happened to him right?
No.
Because at this moment, he had become a special person in my life. He had been concerned enough to come and talk to me.
"Is anybody home?" I heard Dave ask, his voice much closer to me than before. I guess I drifted off to another space. When I blinked, I saw that our proximity was only a feet. Instinctively, I took a step back only to trip over a tree root and fall. A surprised yelp escaped from my mouth as I landed on my butt, on the cold, hard ground.
Dave's booming laugh echoed the empty street. I felt my face burn with embarrassment. But I sent daggers at Dave from my eyes as well. Dave stopped laughing and pursed his lips tightly, forcing himself to stop laughing. But his shoulders bounced a little, which meant that he was still laughing silently. I did what every twenty-nine-year olds did at moments like this.
I crossed my arms and pouted, sticking my chin in the air refusing to get up. Dave chuckled but walked closer, reaching out his hand to me. I waited a full minute glaring at the humorous look on Dave's face before stretching out my hand to hold his. I jerked my hand back as if a wave of electricity shot through me. Well, it actually felt like that, when our skin touched. I wondered a moment if that was only for me.
An astonished look was on Dave's face and his eyes were glued to his hand when I looked at him, but he quickly covered it up when he noticed I was staring at him. He flashed a quick smile before reaching for me again. He gripped my upper arm and gently pulled me up, but I was still shaken up from that moment. I hugged myself, feeling suddenly cold as his hand let me go.
Dave bit his lip while looking at me for a few seconds before he started to take off his jacket. I raised a brow as he handed it to me. "Just wear it. You look like you're cold," he said looking away from me. I gave a nod even though he couldn't see me and slipped on his jacket. It was too big, it could fit someone twice the size of me. Of course Dave Batista was twice the size of me. My lips twitched for a small smile as a smell of foreign spice reached me.
This time I couldn't hide the hurt look on my face as I remembered how I used to love the smell of candy and coffe which always lingered on…. Shaking my head, I looked at Dave. He was no longer in front of me, he was sitting on the bench I was once sitting on. His eyes were up in the sky and they were moving, like he was counting the stars. I looked away before his gaze halted on me, otherwise he would catch me staring at him again.
"You have lost weight," he said, brown obs roaming over me. I shrugged and shifted my weight to one foot, feeling uncomfortable. I really had no idea how to carry on a conversation with him. "I mean it. You look like a chic."
"Thank you," I said, acting like I was offended. He chuckled again and patted the empty space beside him, a silent gesture for me to sit down with him. "You do realize that the bench is made for couples, right?"
He just rolled his eyes, "I don't care," and patted the seat again. Sighing defeatedly I sat down next to him.
"Then why were you here sitting alone?" I felt Dave's hard stare as he examined my face for any clues which showed the current emotional situation I am. I felt like he already knew what happened to me but just asking to confirm it but then again, Dave was never a one to gossip. The warm feeling I was having inside a few seconds ago was now gone again, replaced by an instant freeze.
My insides were shivering and I struggled hard not to let it come to the surface. I squeezed my eyes shut as flashes of 'the scene' came back to my mind.
The damn car had broken down a mile away from home, making me walk all the way back to home. A nice welcoming gift for someone who had spent a week with his family and was now returning to his lover's home. I walked as fast as I could, impatient for a lone time with him after a week. I couldn't help the giddy smile I had on my face as I decided what I could do to tease him until he could take no longer and fuck me on the spot.
Just the thought of it was turning me on. Oh how I was craving to touch his hard skin and soft hair. How I was craving to have his lips on me. How I was craving to see his hazel eyes widen with surprise and fill with love when he saw me. Oh yes, this was a suprised visit. I decided to leave the christmas gift I bought him in the car. It could wait. What couldn't was for me to feel his touch.
The house was dark, not even one light was on. I frowned but continued to walk. It was only 8.00 p.m. and he was asleep? I opened the front door with the spare key I was given. Maybe he was bored and decided to sleep. That's better. I could slip under the sheets with him and give him an unexpected blow-
The moans which came through the closed bedroom door caused me to stop walking. My heart was thudding so hard in my chest, I was half afraid it was going to blast in my rib cage. Maybe he was jacking off thinking about me. Maybe he was…
The moans which followed after confirmed the latter. I clutched my chest as my heart ached. I felt like I was going to die. The only thing I was feeling was the pain in my heart, everything else felt numb.
"Oh baby you're rock hard for me," Adam moaned.
"You know I always do," I heard Hunter growl, his voice cracking like he swallowed a pleasurable groan.
"When are you going to leave that bitch? You know we can't always hide from him. What if he's on his way here? We will get caught," don't worry Adam, I won't disturb you anymore.
"Chill babe, he always call before he comes. Now stop whining and get on all fours for me-"
That was all I heard. I ran as fast as I can, not even checking at where I was going. And I ended up here.
A big hand curled around my shoulder comfortingly, and I felt that warmness again. I pressed my body towards the source of heat and nuzzled my nose against it. I felt something wet on my face. I touched it with my finger tips and realized that it was tears. Then I realized something else. I was crying, sure but I was with Dave. I was crying beside Dave, snuggled against him. I jerked away from him, like he burned me. I pretended like I didn't saw the hurt look on his face and stood up. I had to get out of there. Something stopped me. It was Dave's hand. It was holding mine.
I reluctantly turned to him and met his eyes. They sent me a compassionate look like they knew what happened.
Did I say what happened out loud? He gestured with his eyes confirming it. My heart sank and I looked away, an ashamed look crossing my face. I had never been good enough for Hunter. I was glad that he finally found the one he was searching for. Was I really glad?
No.
I hate him for what he did to me. I hate him for lieing to me. I hate him for using me. I hate him for playing with my heart and tossing away like it was dirt. More tears flowed down my cheek but I couldn't stop it. Dave squeezed my hand reassuringly. I was surprised that this man actually cared.
"Come home with me," Dave said softly, rubbing the back of my hand. I looked at him. He wasn't asking me, he was telling me.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered.
He chuckled heartly as my face reddened slightly. I kept embarrassing myself in front of him. "I said to come home with me. I don't have anyone to spend my christmas with….." It made me feel special.
"Okay," I whispered.
He flashed a genuine smile and let go of my hand, but this time the warmness didn't leave me. Silently I followed him where his car was parked; the parking lot of the restaurant in front of me. Oh. I didn't notice it before. I sat on the passenger seat and closed the door behind me. Dave's car was a Ferrarri, I could tell from the soft purr of the running engine but I didn't care enough to check the model.
The silence was comfortable between us, I was gazing out of the window the whole way while Dave hummed an unfamiliar tune while driving. It didn't take long to reach his house, as it was situated closer than I thought. It was big; every wrestler like us' were, due to the amount of money we received for our work, but there was something unique about it. The sight of it was home-y and I felt like it was pulling me towards it.
It felt like I was belonged here.
I shook my head to clear my mind and I saw that we had already stopped. I quickly got out of the car and hastily followed behind Dave. He took out the key from his back pocket and opened the front door, holding it out and stepping aside so I could enter first. Once I was inside I took off his jacket and hung it on the rack behind the door.
The walls were painted white and the floor was black, the furniture were made of Mahogany. It was plain simple, but had a charming sight without looking overly fancy. Dave walked passing me to the kitchen gesturing from his head to me to follow him. His kitchen looked new, unlike the rest of I had seen, like he never used it. The only thing looked a bit old was the refridgerator. It was odd but he had a mini bar built in the left corner of the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and took out a tub of ice cream, pointing it out to me.
"I actually wasn't expecting someone for the night and I only have this in my fridge. Is it okay?" My lips twitched for a smile. He was seriously having an ice-cream-only dinner at Christmas?
"You invited me for an ice cream dinner?" I laughed, unable to contain the humor inside. When I stopped I saw Dave blinking rapidly. "What?"
"Did you just laugh?"
"Yeah… what you thought I couldn't? I am a human being of course," I gave him an incredulous look.
"No, no, it's not that," he quickly composed. "It's just that I haven't heard you laugh in a long time. I kinda missed it," he mumbled the last part so that I couldn't hear it. But I did. I bit my bottom lip and sat down on the stool at the counter, waiting for him to hand me the tub. Dave didn't sit next to me, instead he went to the mini bar. I couldn't see what he was doing, his back was facing me. He took out two glasses and started adding various kinds of liquid to them, all the while eating mouthfuls of ice cream from his own tub.
I was almost finished with my vanilla ice cream when he came back and sat down next to me. Vanilla. Huh, he remembered my favorite. He handed me a glass and started gulping down his own. I looked at it. The golden brown liquid was cold. "What is this?"
"It's called Bucks Club. Basically a combination of Gin, Cherry Brandy, Champagne, Orange and Tangerine juice and a secret ingredient which I won't tell you," Dave smirked. I pouted and took a sip, my eyes widening at the taste. Clearly, the secret ingeredient was the one that was making the drink sweet. It tasted like candy, spice and…..Christmas. It was just perfect, I couldn't put the glass down until I dried it.
"So, a very normal dinner we had," I licked my lips to taste the remainings of the drink. Dave sent me an amused look and I was sure that his eyes went down to my lips. I fidgeted in my seat uneasily. "What are you looking at?"
"You," he answered simply.
"Well, don't. I don't find it comfortable when people stare at me when I eat or drink," I confessed.
"Really?" suddenly a teasing grin was placed on his lips and he put his glass on the counter and rested his head on his fists staring intently at me. I blushed for the third time after I met him today. Not that his gaze was bothering me, it's just….strange.
"Anyway, fancy a dance?" he grinned, standing up and pointing towards the living room. I raised a brow. "Oh come on, it's not every day you get a chance to dance with a handsom dude like me."
"Oh, please don't be so modest," a grin stretched my lips.
Dave chuckled heartly and bent to insert a CD to the player. I looked away as he bent; I couldn't look when his ass was staring at me. I blushed. Fourth time! I felt like a teenage school girl. My head snapped turn when the speakers blasted Hard Rock type music. My mouth hung open. Laughing at my expression and took my hand, pulling me closer.
Again the shock of electricity waved through me, but this time it was more intense. Dave didn't show any emotion like the first time, he just kept his face strictly normal as he snaked a hand around my waist. He pushed the hand he was holding on his shoulder, a silent gesture for me to lock my arms around his neck. I did, but kept our bodies not pressed against. We swayed to the music, even though our 'dance' didn't fit to the music.
He cleared his throat making me look into his brown orbs. They were darker than Hunter's, as Hunter's eyes were hazel and Dave's were a coffee brown, spreading the warmth just like it. Hunter… I guess I was never in love with him. But I did a have a strong pull to him. The tightening in my chest made me drop my eyes from Dave's. He squeezed my hips, like he knew what I was thinking and was trying to reassure me. One of his hands left my hip and touched the exposed skin of my arm. I felt tingles and something fluttering in my stomach like butterflies when he touched me.
He was gazing at the tattoos on my arm. "I was always jealous of your tattoos, and I still am. I once actually considered getting tattoos just like them just to annoy you. You know, when we weren't on good terms. They look beautiful on you," he locked his gaze with mine. "And you are too."
I struggled to ignore the chill that ran down my spine and grinned teasingly. "Was that drink too much for you Dave? Are you drunk already?"
"I'm serious," he was.
I gulped and acted like it didn't affect me. "Maybe. You know…. Today is so weird. So many things happened. And now I'm here with you, stomach filled with chocolate ice cream and I-Hope-You-Aren't-Trying-To-Rape-Me drink and dancing Ball Room to hardcore rock music."
Dave's lips twitched with humor. "But it's good."
"Yeah, it's good," I replied honestly.
Dave stopped swaying and slowly leaned closer. His lips were inches away from me. "I need to use the bathroom," I whispered. I just couldn't take it. He jerked back like I hit him and let go of me.
"Um, yeah…uh…it's uh in upstairs. Last room at the end of the corridor," he said pointing at the direction without looking at me.
I took it as a gift to escape from the uncomfortable situation and practically ran to the bathroom. I actually didn't want to use it but I needed some space. I slammed the door behind me. I gripped the sink and cursed at myself for being so…weak. I needed to get over Hunter. He wasn't mine. He was never mine. I couldn't let him affect my life anymore.
But was my life right with Dave? I don't know. I felt pulled towards him. Why didn't I feel this pull earlier when we were in Evolution? Oh, yeah. Hunter was on my tail 24/7 so I couldn't give attention to anyone else but him. I cursed again and punched the wall, ignoring the pain it caused. But I wasn't fast enough to hide the yelp which escaped instantly. The door burst open.
"Are you okay?" Dave stormed towards me and took the hand I was cradling. He examined before exhaling deeply like he was relieved that I wasn't injured. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him to me. I kissed him. The second I realized what I was doing, I shoved him away and turned to leave the bathroom. He was lightning fast and in a second he blocked the door with his large frame.
"You're not running away from me again," he stated firmly. I backed up when he stepped closer to me. Soon there wasn't anywhere I could escape since I was pressed against the wall with Dave pinning my arms above me. He placed one of his legs between mine so I couldn't duck under him. I sighed and looked away from him.
"Let me go, Dave," I said softly but my heart was trying to burst through my chest and my insides were swirling like a storm.
"No," he growled and took my chin and turned it so I had no choice but to look at him. "I want you."
That simple statement made me feel hot and bothered. It was obvious that my jeans were becoming uncomfortable to wear by the passing second and so was his. I felt his package rub against mine and I let out a quiet moan feeling a pleasurable wave flow down my body. If I was feeling like this when our clothes on, then how would it feel when we are naked? I already knew where this was going and I couldn't stop it. I just wanted to give myself up to him.
He started to grind against me hard but slowly, sucking my earlobe. Then his lips started to plant kisses down my jaw and back up to the base, accidentally kissing under my ear lobe. I gasped, as he hit my soft spot. He pulled back and looked at me before a cruel smile stretched his lips. He attacked that spot again and again with his lips and teeth until I was panting for breath.
He released my hands but I kept them up allowing him to take off my shirt. For the shortest second he looked at my bare chest before resuming his work with his lips on my neck. I grabbed his head and pressed it against my neck harder, whimpering when his fingers grazed my nipples. Dave lifted my legs from the ground and I wrapped them around his waist to support my balance. I sensed him carrying me somewhere, and it turned out to be that it was his room that he has carried me to.
He didn't let go of me while he undo my jeans and discarded the boxers. Dave's eyes roamed my body before stopping at my grey orbs. "You're beautiful," he whispered before catching my lips with his. As soon as our lips touched, a fire ignited within me. As our lips molded together in a rhythm it grew, sending sparks through my veins. I had to admit. I never felt anything like this with Hunter.
Damn it; stop thinking about him for a second!
The soft kiss turned to a heated passionate make out, and we didn't do anything but kiss for a long time. When he released my lips to take a breath they hurt, in a pleasurable way. Along with kissing and touching, Dave had taken off his clothes as well. As I trailed my hands down to feel his hard muscles, he looked up to me with an unknown emotion and lust burning in his eyes.
He was silently asking me if I wanted this. Did I? Yes.
I gave him a small kiss as my approval, but before I could pull away he leaned in and roughly caught my bottom lip, nibbling it. I felt one of his fingers rub the entrance of my pucker. Instinctively I spread my legs for him to access it easily, and he entered his index finger in it. A gasp escaped from my lips as he circled inside me, once in a while applying pressure against the walls for stretching. Then his middle finger joined the first and they both scissored the pucker gently.
As he hit my prostate I arched my back and pushed my ass on his fingers, moaning to tell that I needed more. When he took his fingers out I whimpered, suddenly feeling empty. Without wasting time he entered me. I gripped his shoulders for my dear life as he started pushing further until he was fully inside me. Dave took one of my hands and squeezed it, telling me it was okay. His other hand gripped my hip in a bruising hold, but I didn't feel anything but the pleasure waves and drift down my body from his thrusts.
I tightened the legs wrap around his waist demanding him to go faster. He obeyed, hitting my love bundle repeatedly earning moan after moan from me. I pushed my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more. It earned me a delightful groan from Dave, one that filled my heart. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as pleasure overwhelmed me clouding my mind. I was the first one to climax, shooting cum over my chest and his stomach and he followed after, filling me with his seeds.
He thrust a little longer until his shaft softened and pulled out of me. He sighed contentedly and rested his chin on my chest, not caring about the jizz on my chest. He looked into my eyes and stared like he could see right through me. I wondered if he was laughing at my flushed face in his mind but then he leaned up and kissed me hard, cutting out the trail of my thoughts.
"Stay," was the only thing he said before sliding next to me on the bed and yanking me against his back. Despite what happened today I smiled, planting a kiss on his shoulder. I listened as his breathing slowed to a rhythm stating that he had fallen asleep. Even though he was sleeping his grip on me had not lessened. It was as if he never wanted to let me go. And I wasn't intending to let go of him too.
I fell asleep wondering if the thought I had in my mind when that star fell was actually a wish. If it was, then my Christmas wish had become a reality.