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"This is fun!" Shawn hooted as he laced his fingers through Chris's and dragged the younger blonde after him down the sidewalk, tripping and catching his heels on broken concrete. Lights blinked and throbbed neon against the dimming sky, evening was falling fast and dousing the street and sidewalk with dusty shadows. Patrons hummed in and out of bars and clubs, menacing bouncers stood at some of the doorways with tree-trunk arms crossed over barreled chests, music thudded and blared inviting partiers inside for a hot grind, karaoke, bare breasts, beer-pong, pole dances, billiards, and much more. In this part of the city there was anything for anyone and Shawn was having a blast popping in and out of different places, falling over men, getting drinks bought for him, half-finishing them, then dragging Chris on to some new destination. The Canadian wondered at what point in the evening Shawn had became the one in charge, but maybe it didn't really matter. I think it started before we even left the hotel room…Chris thought with a smile urging the corners of his lips upwards.
Normally Chris was the center of every party but tonight his vibe had been thrown off. While Shawn threw himself at random men and sipped pretty drinks all Chris could do was watch Shawn with his mouth hung ajar and his eyes going dry from forgetting to blink. He could still not wrap his mind around how good Shawn looked and his mind kept pulling his thoughts to hot, wet, places that left him panting over bowls of pretzels and clutching half-empty beer bottles in white knuckled excitement.
"Let's go in here!" Shawn drew Chris onward and he barely had time to stop before stumbling into Shawn when the smaller man stopped short. Chris was still fighting with his wandering mind and it took him a few moments of blinking to take in their surroundings and see just why Shawn had stopped right inside the door.
A southern twang accompanied by a wailing steel guitar sobbed out a plaintive riff from an old fashioned looking jukebox. Large men with even larger cowboy hats leaned here and there dragging on cigarettes, guzzling from long necks, or roaming their calloused hands over tight asses clad in Daisy Dukes or painted on Wranglers.
Shawn clapped his hands over his mouth and burst into a fit of tearful giggles. Heads turned and harsh stairs and quirked eyebrows met the two cross-dressed men who stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Shawn!" Chris whispered leaning close. "I don't think we belong here…"
"Why not? We're a couple of hot chicks." Shawn responded wiping tears from his baby blues and strutting forward. Chris' eyes jerked back and forth over the unpleasant looking faces and up and down strong, tall, frames of many men who were the size of Glen or Mark. None of them looked very pleased to see the likes of Chris and Shawn barging into their honky-tonk. Scenarios rushed through Chris' mind and he saw him and Shawn lying in an alley with tobacco juice and blood smearing their faces and boot print-bruises. His heart jumped up in his throat choking him and he quickly grabbed Shawn by the waist and dragged him away just as a couple of mean looking giants rose from bar stools hitching up their pants and cracking their knuckles.
"Fuck Shawn, you're so clueless!" Chris shouted as he pulled Shawn a ways down the street and then collapsed onto a bench. He wiped his drenched forehead on the back of his hand and sighed loudly.
"What? I thought this is what we were supposed to do…" Shawn pouted, blinking his long eyelashes and idly pushing around a cigarette butt with the tip of his shoe.
"You have to be careful." Chris warned combing nervous fingers through his long hair. Shawn watched the younger man as his blue eyes flashed with the flicker of memory. Shawn sat next to Chris and rested his hand gently against the other mans arm.
"Chris, you forget who you're talking to. I don't understand 'careful'."
Chris' stomach churned sickly as things he didn't care to remember tried to resurface. This was not supposed to be happening, this was supposed to be a night of fun, one last hoorah before he changed things and put this part of his life behind him for good. He turned his gaze to Shawn who had a smile hung crookedly on his face, his hair shimmered with the pale light of the moon, and the concern in his lively eyes was enough to make Chris smile even if it was bitter sweet. Shawn always had a way of caring that made Chris feel better. It was part of the reason Chris…cared so deeply for him.
He closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts and then lock them away so he could forget them and have fun. There are so many things I keep to myself, things I could never express, things no one would understand.
"Chris, are you okay?" Shawn whispered and the gruff quietness of his voice sent a shiver up Chris' spine. His eyes fluttered open and he pasted a perfectly false smile on his face, the one he had used for so many years. It was the smile of Chris Jericho, not Chris Irvine.
"Come on ass-clown." Chris was determined to have a killer night so he hopped up from the bench and grabbed Shawn's hand pulling him up. Shawn narrowed his eyes slightly at Chris still sensing something deeper, but letting it go. Whatever it is, it hurts him and he wants to forget it. Maybe I'll help him forget about it for one night…
"Oh hey look!" Shawn pointed suddenly and pulled Chris in another direction. "That looks like fun let's go over there!"
Chris laughed as he followed Shawn across the street to a two story building with an elaborate, brightly colored mural painted on the bricks and rainbow striped awnings jutting out over the entrance and upstairs windows.
Moments later Chris had shoved his sudden emotional moment behind him, because he and Shawn had found their way onto the dance floor of the noisy club and Shawn was grinding against his ass and legs under the strobe of colorful lights. Shawn ran his hands up and down Chris' body feeling the cling of his skirt to his burning skin and chuckling in his ear when the skirt rode up showing the fine curve of Chris' ass. The puff of Shawns' hot breath against his ear sent chills shuddering through his body, and once again the same sensation intensified when Shawn's soft lips found his ear and started to nibble at it. Soon the wetness of his tongue joined the prodding of his lips and nipping of his teeth and Chris felt the need to shed all his clothes and dive into a pool of ice water.
Shawn knew that Chris was getting hotter and hotter and he enjoyed each shiver, each sigh, and the taste of Chris' skin wet and salty with liquid desire. Suddenly, Shawn felt hands all over him and he was pulled backwards and away from Chris. A group of people sucked Shawn in and twirled fingers through his hair, blew alcohol tainted breath in his face, and roamed their hands over his body some of them starting to dance and grind until Shawn joined in.
Chris had been leaning into Shawn too much completely melting into his touches and when he was suddenly pulled away Chris found him self falling hard on his ass and biting his tongue. He turned to see Shawn swallowed up in the crowd of people making a perfectly slutty spectacle of him self. Chris watched entertained by the show and the way people flocked to Shawn like moths to a flame.
Shawn ran his hands up and down his body tracing up his thighs and over the feminine curves the corset birthed then entangling his fingers in his messy, sweaty, mane of hair. His eyes rolled beneath blonde lashes his cheeks colored a simmering rose as strangers rubbed their hard cocks against him and dragged their tongues over his exposed skin.
Chris picked himself up stumbling a bit and shrieking when a hand slapped his ass so hard it must have been heard through the entire building. Turning around he expected to see someone he knew but found only a group of drunken drag queens giggling like little girls. Chris rubbed his sore rear and made his way towards Shawn, or at least where Shawn had been. He was now gone again and Chris whipped his head around searching the sea of faces for the one that was so familiar to him.
Slap! Chris shrieked again and wrenched his ankle sideways and quickly threw his hands forwards ready for an embarrassing face plant in the middle of the dance floor. He was confused when he was saved with his nose merely inches from the scuffed flooring. Strong arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him up to standing.
Chris found the large hands that were clasped at his waist and with an annoyed expression traced the strange hands upwards to find they were not strange at all. The forearms connected to the hands were littered with tattoos of skulls, wizards, and all things Mark Calaway. Chris actually laughed at the very though of Mark being in a place such as this…he must be hallucinating. He was just then proved wrong when Mark spun him around and opened his mouth to say something but then stopped and gaped at him slack jawed, his face draining of what little color it had naturally.
"Chri—Chris Irvine?" Mark managed to find his voice and cough out the name. He was horrified to be spotted in such a place by a co-worker but at the same time seeing Chris in drag shocked the hell out of him. He never even knew…
"Mark?" Chris felt his face heat up at the awkwardness of the situation. He found his fingers tugging at the bottom of his skirt trying to make it cover more and failing in his attempt at sudden modesty. Meh, what the hell. Chris gave up on his skirt and forced his nerves aside. He slipped into a dazzling grin and strutted towards Mark and gripped his leather vest that he wore opened and tugged on it. Chris licked his lips looking the big man over. He looked absolutely luscious in tight leather pants that showcased his long, lean legs. The leather vest gave a teasing view of his toned torso, around his neck was a studded dog collar hiding his 'Sarah' tattoo, and most of his long dark hair fell beautifully over his shoulders, the rest was pulled away from his face in a half pony-tail. Chris walked his fingers upwards and wrapped his arms around Mark's neck. Chris' hunt for Shawn had been momentarily derailed as he lost himself in Mark's stormy emerald eyes as they twitched unsure of the situation.
"So I guess you likey a little Jerichiney?" Chris grinned and twirled a few strands of his blonde tresses around his fingers while tracing the tip of his tongue over his lips seductively. It was not often one got the chance to make The Deadman uncomfortable and Chris was thoroughly enjoying his temporary shock.
"Well hell." Mark finally spat out. "I guess I might as well own up to it." Mark leered at Chris and one of his hands found Chris' ass and gave it a hearty pinch causing Chris to thrust his hips forwards in surprise. Mark hissed as Chris' groin bumped up against his.
Mark dipped his head down to take Chris' lips in a kiss but instead cracked their foreheads together. He forgot that Chris was taller with his enormous heels—they made Mark's feet hurt just looking at them—and so he botched the kiss. Chris wobbled backwards ready to fall for the second time that night and like déjà vu Mark grabbed him and saved him from further embarrassment. Chris rubbed at his forehead and squinted up at Mark through the silver burst of stars that swam in front of his eyes.
"Nice move. You headbutt all the girls you meet?"
"No." Mark grinned and gently pulled Chris's hand away and laying a kiss to his forehead. "Only the beautiful ones."
Chris was now the one shocked. Mark's words haunted him and he wondered if he meant them. Am I beautiful?
"Of course I am beautiful! I am Chris Jeri—Shawn?"
'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by Def Leppard blared into the room and Chris' chin nearly hit the floor when he saw Shawn being pushed up onto a stage. He stumbled across the stage and found the pole in the middle of it. He gave it a look up and down with a lusty leer and then wrapped himself around it and rode it up and down to the delight of everyone in the bar. Shawn owned that pole like a natural with one hand clutching it and the other holding on to a bottle of whiskey someone had bought him.
Mark and Chris watched in ecstasy as Shawn danced to the song grinding against the pole, spinning, twirling, riding it like a cowboy on a bronco. He tossed his head back and his tangled mess of hair tumbled over his back, sticky strands clung to his sweaty face.
Pour some sugar on
me
Ooh, in the name of love"Chris…" Mark
grunted into the Canadians' ear daring to distract him. Chris
barely heard him and offered a half-hearted hmm? Before realizing
Mark was lifting him upwards and onto the stage. Chris stumbled
forwards coming face to face with Shawn who motioned him forward with
the curl of one finger and a teasing glimmer in his silvery blue
eyes.
Pour some sugar on
me
C'mon fire me up
Chris could hear the cheers from the people surrounded around the stage, whistles and cat calls mingled with the throb of the song and out of it all Chris could vaguely pick out Mark's wolf howl urging him forwards.
Pour your sugar on
me
Oh, I can't get enough
Soon Chris found himself entangled with Shawn and the pole both of them driving each other and every other person in the bar into a heated frenzy.
Pour some sugar on
me
Oh, in the name of love
Mark could not ever remembering seeing anything quite as sexy as this. Chris and Shawn were all over each other lost in knotted blonde hair, biting mouths, flicking tongues, and hot gyrating bodies. Mark only wished he was as lucky as that pole was to have either one of them…maybe after this song is over I'll take them back…
Pour some sugar on
me
Get it, come get it
As the song neared its end Shawn brought the bottle of amber liquid upwards and tipped it over spilling all over him self as Chris sucked at his chin and neck greedily slurping at the burning liquid as it mingled with the taste of Shawn's sweat slicked skin. Mark groaned as his hard on became painfully apparent and throbbed against the tight leather of his pants, which he suddenly regretted wearing. He leaned against the stage to steady himself and panted hungrily. Those two are coming back with me, end of discussion.
Pour your sugar on
me
Ooh
Pour some sugar on me
Yeah! Sugar me!
Have nothing to say here except hope you loved it!!! :D Thank you to DK and Purging Poison who nudged me through some blocks. Hugs!! Review pls don't forget *gives gift of Chris' garter belt which I stole from Adam who 'borrowed' it from Chris* lmao
