A/N: I never dared to write slash, but that was before the Jericho-muse found me, kept bugging me for days and even woke me up at 5 am to force me to write. When Jericho wants something, he gets it, so I wrote my first attempt to slash. It's Jerimiz... there's not much out there, but what I read was freaking hot. I nearly die now, every time Jericho touches Mike on the show and I really hope they'll keep them as a tagteam.

DISCLAIMER: I obviously own no-one, except my muses. Honestly I only own the jeri-muse and co-own the miz-muse. What I wouldn't give to own Mike Mizanin or to even have him in my bed for just one night *drooling and off to take a cold shower*. Hope you need a cold shower too after reading this.

Be kind and leave me reviews, tips, criticism, ideas anything.

Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 1

For more than 20 years Chris had been living a lie. He had a wife; he had kids. He played the perfect husband; he was the perfect father. But when he was on the road, with either the WWE or with Fozzy, he was a different man. He could be himself. Never before this had bothered him. He loved his life, he worshipped his kids and he had the trophy wife. The woman who was content with staying at home, raising his children and spending shitloads of his money. It was the perfect arrangement. They had been friends from high school, Jessica knew him better than anyone else, and she loved her life too much to ever give it up. Even though she knew that, in truth, Chris was gay.

Chris had always thought he had the best of two worlds. The loving family at home, who kept up his image, and the affaires he had on the road, mostly with co-workers and crew. Within the WWE the code was clear: you never talked, about no-one, no matter what they did, no matter who they did. Yes, Chris had been perfectly happy, everything had been perfect, until now.

Chris looked at the man lying on his bed. The man who had made him doubt his entire life. Chris had fallen in love for the very first time and for the first time ever he thought about coming out.

"But you keep forgetting one thing, Chris," Mike grabbed the older man, who had been pacing trough his room, telling Mike how wrongly he was treated by him, by his waistband, pulled him down on the bed and rolled on top of him, "I don't mind being your dirty little secret." Mike leant on his forearms, his lips mere inches above his lover's face, "As long as I'm with you, I'm perfectly happy. Even if it's only stolen hours in a hotel room." After seeing the slow smile on Chris' face, he leant down to kiss him, slow, passionate, loving. Both men moaned into the kiss, when Chris sneaked his tongue between Mikes lips and Mike eagerly let him in. They took their time to enjoy each other. Having arrived at the hotel a day early, they had all night.

"But you don't get what the problem is Mickey," Chris rolled on top of Mike now and started to kiss his neck up to his ear, causing Mike's breath to quicken, "You are a hell of a lot more to me than just a dirty little secret." Chris blushed after saying these words and was terrified to get an rejection now. Never before had he felt this vulnerable. Never before had he tried to tell someone he was in love with him. If he had dared to look at Mike's face he would have seen a bright smile on the younger man's face at hearing these words. He had no idea how to react to his words, no idea what Chris meant by them.

Chris was the first man Mike had ever been with. Feelings he might have had for other men before he'd met Chris had always been denied. It amazed him how quickly Chris had made him feel comfortable with his bisexuality. They had only been together for a couple of weeks and already Mike had fallen harder for Chris than he'd ever felt about a woman. Mike didn't want to admit this to him. He knew Chris valued his family and maybe even more than that he protected his image and he would never give those up. Chris constantly had affairs but he had never had a relationship. And Mike? He had known the rules of this game from the beginning… and he had never expected to wanna break them; had never expected to wanna go public with it; had never cared about his own image, his own career so little.


Chris and Mike had really gotten to know each other past fall when Chris often made appearances on Raw and they had long talks about the music they both loved. Chris was immediately attracted to this pretty intense guy and even more intrigued when Mike showed him the man behind his attitude. Their twitter battles had been hilarious and Chris often wondered if he was the only one seeing the hidden sexual meaning. But even if Chris sensed the sexual attraction behind the obvious admiration the younger man had for him, he did nothing with it. He sensed Mike wasn't ready. He wanted him, but he would give him space.

Months later, when Chris was drafted back to Raw and a hotel had been overbooked, Chris took his chance. He had been teamed up with Mike which meant spending a lot of time together. They had fallen into an easy friendship and he was now sure that he didn't imagine the sexual tension between them.

So he paid the receptionist to put him in the same room as Mike. The look on Mike's face when he walked into his room to find Chris already there, half naked, on his way to the shower, told Chris everything he needed to know. He saw surprise, happiness, lust as the young man couldn't help checking him out, and then fear when he realized what he had just done.

Chris saw Mike was ready to run and he was afraid he would bunk with one of his friends instead and he immediately took the tension away. He needed to go very slow. "Hey Mike, there has been a mix-up. Hope you don't mind we have to share tonight?" Mike slowly shook his head, and Chris walked into the bathroom with a huge smile on his face.


After the show that night, they all went to the hotel bar for a drink. Chris sat with Randy and Adam at the bar and he kept glancing at Mike who was playing darts with John, Evan and Ted.

"So, you're after the young ones now. Tell me, who is it?" Adam asked with a smirk around his lips.

Randy pouted, "Does that mean you'll be too busy for me now?"

Chris shrugged, winking at Randy, "Don't know yet. I still have to turn him."

"Good boy. That means you will at least keep your hands off Evan. That's one who doesn't need turning." Chris smiled at Randy's comment. He had been wondering which of the four men Randy had been staring at. Randy and Chris had been on and off for years and if things with Mike wouldn't work out as he hoped, he might go for Randy again.

"I don't do boys, you know that. And I certainly don't do sluts like Morrison. That boy looks like a girl and if I'd wanted a woman, I have a perfectly good wife at home."

"And I doubt if even you can turn Ted, God knows Randy tried that, so that leaves our Mikey," Adam whistled. "Good luck with that Chrissy, I would've guessed him 100% straight. But the guy is hot, I'll give you that."

"He's not gay, but he is attracted to me. We'll see what happens. I have all the time in the world."

Mike was uncomfortable aware of the three man staring at them. Evan kept looking over at Randy and didn't shut up about how great Randy was in bed and how good he treated Evan. As usual when Evan and John were together both of them bragged about everything they had done with about everyone. Before Mike had always felt a little sick in his stomach when Evan and John talked about their sexual adventures, but tonight he realized he was listening a little more closely.

Time and time again his thoughts were pulled back to the mental image of Chris half naked in his room. Every now and then he turned towards the men standing at the bar and every time he did, he met Chris' eyes. Mike blushed slightly when this happened. He had no idea what was happening to him, he didn't understand why he was attracted, because by now he admitted to himself that it was more than simple admiration, to another man. He tried to shake this thoughts, but the looks not only Chris but now also Randy and Adam were giving him, made him utterly nervous. All three men were well known for the relationships they had with other men.

John wrapped his arm around Mikes waist, "Are you finally switching to the other side? I would've thought you'd at least let me take your cherry." Mike jumped when John let his hand slip a little lower and pinched his ass. He pushed John away and decided against punching him out. It had taken him two years before he had gotten John to stop chasing him and now he was starting it all over again. Everything combined was getting too much for him and after a last glance on Chris, he nearly ran to his room.

Having arrived in their room, he still was going crazy. Every noise he heard in the hallway made him jump up, fearing, hoping it was Chris. He hesitated between getting into bed and pretended to be asleep and to wait up for Chris. He groaned and hid his head in his hands, he felt like he was fifteen years old again. After pacing through the room for minutes, he decided to take a shower to calm down a little. When he was finally relaxing under the hot water, the door of the room slammed shut and Chris came in, at first disappointed that Mike wasn't there, but a smirk formed around his lips when he realized that he was under the shower. He wouldn't mind joining him there…

Mike at the same time completely tensed up with the fear of the Chris sneaking under the shower with him. John had tried that multiple times and every time Mike had beaten the shit out off him. But now it was Chris, the stirring in his crotch alerted him that he wouldn't be that opposed to it now. This freaked him out even more. So it took him another 15 minutes before he felt brave enough to enter the room again, feeling shy because he only had sweatpants on. He bit his lip. "Come on, Mike," he told himself, "he has seen you dressed in a lot less."

"Hey Chris," he said, looking over at Chris who sat on his bed drinking scotch and reading a book. He walked over to his bag and started to look for a clean T-shirt.

"Hey Mikey," he smiled at Mike, letting his eyes slowly and deliberately travel over the younger man's body. That action brought a cute blush on his cheeks. Chris smirked, nothing was more fun than a virgin, beside a virgin who still needed to be turned. "I hope you weren't waiting for me under that shower? Because all you needed to do was ask." Mike felt like his head could explode from the heat radiated in it. He didn't get what was happening to him, he always was the one with the cool pick-up lines and the smart-ass flirting. He never, ever blushed; but then again, he never, ever flirted with a man. He tried to come up with a smart remark, but Chris beat him to it, "Sorry Mike, I know you're not into that sort of stuff. But you can let an old man keep his dreams, can't you?"

"You're not old," Mike bit his tongue after those words had come out. Chris had just given him a safe way out and now he blew it. Somewhere deep down he realized that he might not want the safe way out, somewhere deep inside he was insanely curious and that made the next words slip out, "But yeah, I don't mind you dreaming about me." He cocked his head taking in the cute grin on Chris' face at his last words. He slopped down on the bed and started flipping channels.

"Do you want some?" Chris raised the bottle of Scotch and Mike nodded. When he handed Mike the bottle, their fingers touched and both Chris and Mike shuddered under the sudden contact. After that they were both silent, Mike watching TV and Chris still reading his book. Mike occasionally glanced over at Chris, but it appeared that Chris was totally enthralled by his book. He didn't notice that Chris never turned a page. He was waiting for Mike to break the silence, and when he finally did, it was with a question he hadn't expected.

"Chris? When did you realize you were gay?" He stared at the wall while he talked, deliberately avoiding Chris' eyes.

Chris slowly put his book down and turned around to face Mike, "Ages ago, back in high school. When I was losing my virginity to Jessica and couldn't stop thinking about that cute hockey player."

"Jessica, as in…" a quick glance in Chris' direction.

"Yeah, my wife… We were best friends since high school and we dated for a while. When I realized I was gay, I didn't want to come out. My family wouldn't accept it and I already knew I wanted to wrestle. Being gay as a wrestler wasn't accepted then; not much has changed there. So I stayed in the closet. I had hidden relationships with men and for the outside world I dated women."

"Why did you get married?"

"I always wanted children and so did Jessica. So we made a pact. If we both hadn't found anyone we wanted to share our life with when we were 30, we would get married and have children together. Loads of people make pacts like this, but we actually kept it. And it works out great. We both have the life we want." After this they were both silent again. Chris was curious about where this questions would lead. Mike on the other hand was hesitating if he dared to ask his next question, the one thing that really bugged him.

"Do you think a man can be attracted to other men without being gay?"

"You ask me if I believe in bisexuality?" Mike nodded. "Sure… Randy's the perfect example. He loves his wife, but he needs sex. For him, and for his wife… she knows about it, believe me…, sleeping with men is the way to fulfill his needs without cheating with another woman." He sighed, he would be the first to acknowledge this reasoning was a bit weird, but it worked for Randy, so who was he to judge another man's relationship.

"Look Mike, some guys, like me, are pure gay. I can get it up for a woman, but it takes a lot of trouble and I have to think about a guy all the time. Some guys are 100% straight. I guess Ted is like that, but that might just be fear and prejudgment. But I think most guys, most women too, are bisexual to some degree. Most people will never do anything with it, will never leave the safe road…" He cocked his head and met the curious and fascinated gaze of Mike, "Now that we're playing 20 questions; what category do you fall in, Mikey?"

"Err… I dunno… I never felt attracted to another man… before."

"Before?" Mike only nodded, staring at the wall, only half hoping that Chris wouldn't hear the insinuation behind it.

"What was going on between you and Morrison before?" Chris hoped more than anything that he was wrong in his assumption that there was something between them.

"Nothing, he's been trying to get into my pants since the moment we met. I had thought he had finally given up, but here he was, starting it all over again." Mike started to get pissed off again when he talked about it. Friend or not, he was getting sick of being treated like a sex object.

"That bastard," Chris mumbled.

"Did you ever sleep with him?" Mike blushed again. He sounded like a jealous girl. "I mean… he always brags… about everyone…"

Chris shook his head, "I don't do sluts, I don't wanna get a STD. And in case you wondering, I've never fucked Evan either. I want a man in my bed, not a boy. I want someone who I feel equal too." He smiled at Mike, raising an eyebrow. He had given him enough to think about and he would give him a little space now. "I'm going to get some fresh air." And without waiting on Mike's answer, he left the room to go onto the balcony. There he leaned against the barricade enjoying the frisk air on his face. He wondered how much this was simple curiosity by Mike; questions that he, for obvious reasons, couldn't ask his close friends; or that there was something more behind his it. More than anything he wanted it to be the latter.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Chris jumped when he heard Mike's voice right behind him. Well, well, this might be a lot easier than expected.

"A little, it all depends how rough the other guy is. But trust me, Mike…," he locked eyes with Mike making sure his words came over as personal as he meant them, "it's the best thing you ever felt. Another guy understands your body like no women ever can… Another guy can do things to you that you'd never imagined possible. Oh Mikey… I can blow your mind away."

Blue eyes stared into blue eyes, blond and brunette; two men of the same height, the same built, sexual tension charging the air. Very slowly Chris took a step closer to Mike, Mike still stared into his eyes hypnotized. Another step and Chris was all but touching him. He gave the younger man all the chances to get away, but Mike was caught by the other man's gaze, trapped by the confusion he felt, the thoughts that raced through his head; fear, anticipation, disbelief, shame, nerves, tension and hot streaming rivers of desire.

"Let me blow your mind away Mike," Chris whispered halfway between asking and begging. With those words Mike felt himself growing hard, an involuntary smile crept over his lips and this signal was enough for Chris to take the last step towards Mike to press his body against him and to brush his lips over Mike's. Electrical current ran through Mike's body when his lips touched Chris. It shouldn't feel like this? It shouldn't feel this good, this… right?

When Chris pressed his lips a little firmer against Mike's, his tongue tracing Mike's lips, a shudder went through his body and he stopped thinking. One hand cupped the older man's face, thumb stroking his cheek, for a second the stubble surprised him; then he enjoyed the roughness against his hand. The other arm wrapped around the waist pulling Chris close. His lips opening to grant access, his tongue sneaking out to get the first taste. Chris moaned into the kiss, his arms sneaking around Mike's waist, pulling him even closer, crotches rubbing against each other. The slow moan from the young man was the most erotic thing he ever heard. The kiss went on and on, tongues dancing, battling, tasting, exploring. Chris traced his hands across Mikes broad back, sneaking under his T-shirt, caressing the soft skin. He traced his jaw line with his lips, then turned his attention to his neck. The young man practically mewed when he started sucking and biting his neck. Chris wasn't gentle, but hell, that was just how Mike liked it.

"Are you sure about this Mikey? I won't do anything you don't want, but god, if you wanna stop, tell me soon."

Mike pulled back to look Chris in the eyes, "If I start something, I finish it, always!" he cocked his head, "Anyway you're not the one who's enjoying himself." With that words he crashed his lips against Chris. Chris gasped. He was completely taken by surprise by this behavior, not even Randy had acted this forward on his first time. Mike's hands slipped under Chris' shirt and roamed his body. He took his time to get used to the differences; no breasts but pectorals, a body build way harder than a woman's. At first his touch was tentative, insecure, but as his action elicited soft moans from the older man, he grew bolder. Chris reacted to Mike's exploration by grabbing his ass and pulling their crotches together. Their erections rubbed together and both men gasped. Chris guided Mike back into the hotel room, no longer being able to take the slow pace; he wanted to see him, taste him and to claim him as his own.

"Take off your shirt Mikey," He groaned as he flung his own shirt to the floor. Mikes eyes grew dark with lust hearing the command. A second later his shirt was off. He stared at Chris awaiting further instructions, suddenly insecure again. Chris smirked at the uncertainty shining from Mike's eyes. Very slowly he let his hand trail over the young man chest, his eyes never leaving Mike's. Mike bit his lip when he felt the effect that Chris' hands had on him. Liquid fire trailed under his skin, making him harder then he ever was before. He wanted Chris to touch him there, but he didn't dare to ask. Chris knew very well what Mike wanted, but he would let him wait a little longer.

He rubbed his cheek against Mike's neck, before tasting his skin. He started licking, sucking, biting every inch of skin from the neck down, meanwhile his hands rested on Mikes hips. His thumbs trailed up and down over the sensitive area, his actions driving Mike wild with need. His hands rested on the blond's shoulders, wanting to push him down, but not brave enough to do it. Chris flicked his tongue over a nipple, taking it in his mouth, sucking and biting. A moan escaped from Mike's mouth and he clenched Chris' shoulder. That reaction went straight to Chris' dick; the boy was so goddamned responsive, like he was exclusively made for Chris. Chris was already determined to make Mike his, in all ways possible. After tonight the boy wouldn't want to sleep with anyone else, man or woman, ever again.

Suddenly Mike wasn't the only one who couldn't hold it any longer. He continued the exploration of Mike's body, his hands and tongue going lower and lower, until his hands rested on his hips again and his tongue trailed the waistband of the brunette's sweatpants. He looked up at Mike who was looking down on him, biting his lower lip, his breathing fast, eyes big in anticipation. Chris rubbed his cheek against Mike's rock hard dick, thoroughly enjoying the low groans that left Mike's throat. Well, the boy hadn't felt anything yet.

"Let's see what you look like, Mikey." He hooked his thumbs behind his waistband and slowly pulled the sweatpants down. Chris groaned when he took the sight in, he couldn't believe his luck; couldn't believe Mike was so big, all this beauty was his for the taking. Mike shifted on his feet, feeling nervous, afraid he wouldn't be good enough; afraid that Chris would change his mind.

"So freaking hot," Chris groaned as he wrapped his hand around Mike's length, letting his hand slide over the satin smooth skin, "so fucking perfect." He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over Mike's tip, licking up a little bit of precum. Mike's fingers tightened in his hair, the feeling combined with the tension was almost too much to take. He fought to get control, to not to come on the spot. Chris continued his exploration, his tongue twirling around the tip, traveling the ridge, pressing his tongue against the pumping vein down to his balls, licking them, sucking them in his mouth for a moment, then going even further. He signaled Mike so spread his legs a little wider and licked the sensitive spot behind his balls, slowly flicking his tongue over it, alternation between almost tickling and applying as much pressure as he could. He went as far back as he could reach, almost getting to his pucker, his hands massaging Mike's ass, his own length throbbing painfully. Mike groaned loud, not able to keep the sound in; he felt like he was on fire, every inch of his skin was burning. His breathing was ragged, his heartbeat off the charts. Chris came back up, his tongue following the same way up to the tip of Mike's twitching cock. The boy was already close and God knew, he was too.

He stood up and crashed his lips against Mike's, meanwhile leading the younger man's hand down to his own neglected erection. Mike hesitated for a moment, but the whispered words of Chris, "Touch me, Mikey," made him press his hand against the bulk in Chris' trousers. Chris bucked his hips forward in an involuntary movement, not quite believing how that fairly innocent touch could make him feel this good. He threw his head back, when the brunette started to rub the heel of his hand against his cock. He sighed when the movement stopped, but soon he felt the two hands undoing his belt and his zipper. Noticing Mike's hesitation again, he pulled the man close for a passionate kiss that made Mike's head spin. Not caring anymore he pushed Chris' jeans down and his hips bucked forward as their erections rubbed together. Slowly he wrapped his hand around the older man's shaft and hesitated again. He knew what he liked, he knew what Chris wanted him to do, but it was just too strange, he didn't have another man's dick in his hand, right? Wide-eyed he looked at the older man, looking for guidance. In a response Chris wrapped one hand around Mike's dick, softly squeezing and his other hand around Mike's hand, signaling him to do the same. He was hesitant at first but as he took in the pleased features of Chris, the soft whimpers that left his lips, the eyes darkened with lust that openly stared into his, the pleasure that flowed though is body as the older man's expert fingers worked on him, he forgot about his fear, forgot about his doubts and squeezed a little harder, letting his hand run over the other man's shaft, his other hand cupping the blonds balls, letting them roll in it. Chris' cock twitched in his hand, Mike was thinking about if he dared to take it in his mouth, but at moment Chris pulled away from Mike. He was getting too close, too fast, and he wasn't nearly done with his boy yet.

"Get on the bed!" Chris ordered, meanwhile walking to his bag looking for some lube. Mike bit his lips, not entirely sure what was expected of him. The blond stalked back to Mike, surprised by this reaction. He cupped his cheek and softly ran his thumb over his cheekbone, "Hey Mikey, please don't tell me you're having second thoughts?" Mike slowly shook his head, his hands caressing Chris' chest, loving the soft skin with the firm muscles beneath it.

"It's just… I don't know what you want me to do…" he bit his lip again, avoiding eye contact, missing the amused grin on the blonds face. So cute and innocent; no, nothing was more fun than a virgin. Chris pulled Mike close for a kiss, meanwhile backing him down, until he knees touched the bed and a little shove by Chris made him fall backwards onto the bed.

"Just like this, nothing special… this time," he crawled over to the young man, licking his lips as he took in the sight of this beautiful man, quivering with excitement, with need, for him. It had been a long time that he wanted someone this badly. He couldn't resist slipping his lips around Mikes cock and tried to take Mike's entire length in his mouth, repressing the gagging reflex, deep throating him, Mike threw his head, back eyes shut tightly, hands gripping the covers, whimpering, moaning, trying to keep from screaming. The feeling overwhelmed him so much that he nearly missed Chris' lubed finger circling his virgin hole, slowly slipping inside, started to move in and out. When Chris added a second finger the pain made him tense up, but the mouth that still popped up and down his length made him forget about that an instance later. When Mike relaxed again, Chris moved his fingers in and out the tight hole, scissoring them, preparing him as good as possible. He avoided his sweet spot, realizing that the blowjob he was giving was more than enough and wanting to give Mike the full taste when he was finally inside him. He pulled his fingers out and reluctantly released Mike's cock, one part of him wanted to taste him, make him cum in his mouth, swallow him whole. Maybe another time, hopefully another time. Mike opened his eyes, a soft whine asking why he was neglected all so suddenly, now he was getting so close. Eyes big as he saw the older man drip some lube on his erection, rubbing it in. A cold liquid was dripped on his pucker, soft, careful fingers massaging it in. Chris wanted Mike to feel as less pain as possible. All the time Chris maintained eye contact, reassuring him with his eyes. He positioned himself between Mike's legs, pulling one of them up a little, pulled apart his ass cheeks. The head of his cock pressed against Mike's opening, he was almost losing it. He closed his eyes to get the control he needed to take it slow, pulled the younger man close for a kiss and slowly slid inside. Both of their screams were stifled by their passionate kiss.

"So full… I want you to move… fuck me, Chris…"

That command was almost too much for Chris and he started to move in and out, keeping his pace slow, looking for the right angle, suddenly finding the bundle of nerves he was looking for. A guttural groan escaped Mike's throat as a indescribable feeling roared through his body, making him forget about everything around him, back arching, wrapping his legs around Chris' waist pulling him deeper inside. Chris took this as a sign to pound harder, every stroke hitting Mike's sweet spot. He leaned on his hands, sweat dripping from both of their bodies, taking in Mike's face as he reduced the young man to a whimpering, begging mess. If he had been younger, less in control of himself, that sight alone would have been enough to make him explode.

"So fucking tight… so warm… never felt anything so good… oh Mikey, I'm gonna make you mine"

He wrapped his hand around Mike's length and started pumping him, timing his rhythm with the pace of his stroke. The moment Chris started to stroke him, Mike felt the familiar heat forming in the pit of his belly, flowing through his entire body, concentrating at the base of his cock and with a last pound against his sweet spot, Mike exploded in the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, hot cum covering both their bodies. Mike screamed Chris' name over and over again as the feeling never seemed to stop. His inner walls contracted around Chris who kept hammering away until everything combined, Mike's voice screaming his name, the look of pleasure on his face, the already tight hole milking him like nothing ever before, made him finally lose control and he shot his load into Mike's hot ass, at his turn shouting Mike's name.

Spent, he fell down on Mike's chest, too exhausted to support his own weight. He buried his face in the crook of the brunette's neck, both men panting, trying to collect their breath; both men savoring the after-effects of the best sex they ever had. When Chris could finally move again, he slowly slid out Mike, hating the soft whimper that this caused, and rolled off him, elicited another whimper of Mike, who didn't like that the bodily contact was gone. He turned on to his side, smiling at the blond, who was propped up on one elbow, studying him.

Mike was trying to decide what to say, how to express everything that went on inside his head, but all that came out was, "Wow…"

Chris smiled, a sweet, tender smile that Mike had never seen before, "That good he?" He wrapped his arm around Mike's waist and pulled him close.

Mike rested his head on the older man's shoulder and relaxed. He traced his fingers over Chris' abdomen. "You're sticky," he said lazily.

"Your fault…"

"No yours…"

That had been three weeks ago. Since then they had spent as much time together as they could without it being too obvious and both men had fallen hard, neither of them daring to admit it to the other or even to himself because of everything that stood between them.


Like it? Hate it? Need a cold shower ;) Let me know... please! Second chap will be up soon, whenever I find the inspiration to write some more *looks at Jeri-muse having a lot of fun with guitar hero and has no time to inspire me*