011. Storm.
"Stay?" Christian looks up from his head buried in his knees, reaching out and grabbing Harper's wrist. He expected some look of excitement and thrill to come from the intimidating man, and mentally scolded himself for the narcissistic thought. He's met with this half-smile that grows as he takes a cautious seat on the rickety bed, though he looks more confused than anything. Christian decides he likes those plush lips Harper's unruly beard tried to conceal.
012. Blackboard.
Christian makes a snide remark as The Eater of Worlds finishes a new sermon that had gone untold before. It baffled the two kneeled down beside him, but it made him laugh. He stood up, dragging the chains binding his ankles as he stepped toward Wyatt. Luke rises to his feet and quickly stands between his leader and the man he hoped would become his lover.
013. Truth.
"You'll be safe," Luke bends down, placing a paper plate with a modest sandwich on the ground. He reaches out, eager to embrace the handsome blonde. Christian whimpers, pulling away and tucking into himself, pressed against the corner and shielding his face from the touch with his chained and bound hands.
014. Prowl.
Christian looked so wonderfully domestic. The bright kitchen lights allowed a clear view of everything happening in the home. Christian looked so content - but not happy, Wyatt's First Son could tell that even from his place in the backyard, hidden position secure behind an overgrown tree. Christian blankly stirred a pot of something on the stove, a cat walking by on the counter attempted to garner her owner's interest. He sets the cell phone down beside the now sitting cat, heading to the table and beginning to put the perfectly placed dishes away. If only the blonde knew he had not really been spending the night alone again after all.
015. Strawberries.
"Oh… That's… sweet. I like it - them," Christian smiles, sort of. Being treated like a woman was certainly not on the top of his to-do list, or anywhere near the things he remotely wanted. He's not sure why the dessert-fruit is such a threat to his manhood, but occupying his lips with Harper's instead of worrying about something like that had been way more delicious than any other fruit.
016. Believe.
Edge was supposed to have been his best friend. He was supposed to understand and support him - not make threats, accusations, try to tell him that he was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, or that he should go back home. Christian knew he was in love with Luke Harper, no one had the right to tell him otherwise.
017. Tease.
He scales his smile back, a sly grin playing on his lips instead. The blonde steps toward the bed, his fingers dipping between the denim of his jeans and his flesh, drawing them lower as they fumbled the button open and gently unzipped them. His free hand slowly helped draw the pants further down as he got onto the bed. His body glides across the sheets with fervor, hands finding their way to the Big Rig's sleeveless flannel shirt, the red fabric pulled tight as he used it to guide the man up to kiss him, his legs straddling familiar hips.
018. Gloves.
The kidnapped blonde looks beautiful, even while unconscious and slumped against the door of the car. Luke hesitates to touch his handsome face, he was far too perfect to actually touch. From the way he had acted, it was obvious he didn't deem himself worthy enough to put his hands on this man. He almost has to ask Bray for his permission to touch his own prized possession.
019. Encore.
Christian slams his fist against the wall - another title shot lost. He cries out with frustration as he sinks to the ground. The three younger men stare at him until Wyatt approaches, cupping the pretty blonde's face in his hand, forcing him to look him in the eye as he bends down to his level. Bray's words are simple, soft, educated and eloquently spoken. Luke approaches once the room is quiet, he nods faithfully. "Bray has never been wrong. You'll get a title."
020. Road.
"Makes sense…" Christian comments in thought. Of course Luke would have been a trucker. It made sense - and now the "Big Rig" nickname made sense, too; aside from the obvious height and build of his new lover. He feels nothing short of ridiculous as he pictures going out with the man on his tedious drives… there was something romantic about a road trip that didn't end with wrestling.