Author: Mick
Title: Jealous Blondes and Hot Tubs
Disclaimer: Once again, they are not mine. SOB.
Distribution: Let me know or feel my wrath.
Rated: PG for light slash
Written: February 23, 2004
I hate it that they do this to us. That they make us act straight when everyone, even the straight guys, know we've been fucking for at least six months now. It drives me crazy that I've got to pretend to be something I'm not. I grit my teeth and pretend to smile as I "flirt" with Trish. I pretend it's Christian I'm kissing and not her. Christian I love. Christian I married. Not Trish. I don't even consider her a friend, seeing as we only talk when need be. So all this straight act does is further the level of uncomfort.
Monday nearly ended it for me. When Christian asked Trish to "lay down" for him, my stomach churned. I'm not a jealous person at all. I understand that work is work and all that crap, but just the thought of Christian with a woman upset me. Hell, I hate to admit it, but I'm pretty sure we both took pleasure in his and Trish's "math". I felt kind of guilty for enjoying her pain, but really it all came down to being sickened by the story line.
After his match, I met Christian at the Gorilla position. We walked back to the locker room together, hand-in-hand. I was off, so I waited for him to change and we left for the hotel.
Once inside the safe confines of our room, we stripped off our clothes, filled up the hot tub and climbed in, his body reclined on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed every inch of him I could reach.
"Chris? I love you," Christian murmured, snuggling against me a little more, "I hate pretending I don't."
"I know," I went to grab the shampoo bottle, but instead knocked it over, splashing Christian in the face in the process.
"Hey!" Christian splashed me back, sending water in every direction.
"It was an acc-"More water hit me in the face, "Oh it's on now boy!"
Suddenly an all-out water fight had begun. The once full tub suddenly began losing water quicker than a fat kid eats cake. Loofahs flew, water splashed, and everything was soaked in a matter of minutes.
We grew tired of the tub, so I lifted him up and carried him to our bed. Still dripping wet, I laid him down and crawled on top of him. We loved to play in water, but making love was the greatest of all. It didn't matter how they mad us act at work, we knew what we had and that was what mattered.
