Let Me Be The One To Hold You…

After being shoved forward, Chris nearly tripped over his own two feet. He glared back at Jeff. "What the hell are you doing?"

Jeff grinned smugly. "Making all your dreams come true."

For the second time that night, Chris concluded that his friend's gingerbread was not completely baked.

"Chris Jericho!" Kane's voice boomed.

Chris nearly leapt out of his skin. He had no clue what was going on or how he should act.

Jeff prodded him again. "I suggest you get over there before he smacks your bottom. Unless that's what you're into." He left before Chris could muster a reply.

There was a distinct odor of a set up wafting in the air.

Turning slowly, Chris faced Kane. The beast continued to laze beneath the spray of the water. Rivers ran down his chest and stomach. Cutting across his hips. Soaking the dense patch of hair surrounding the object of Chris' fascination. Droplets of water clung to the tip of Kane's cock, hanging precariously before plummeting to the shower floor.

Kane beckoned. "Come join me, Chris."

"Umm…"

"That was not a question. The only response I require is you moving your pretty little ass in my direction."

The fact that Kane did not intend to beat the living snot out of Chris put a bit of swagger in Jericho's step. "You think it's pretty, do you?"

This was the side of Chris Jericho that Kane adored. Brash, egotistical, without a drop of humility. Hips swaying lazily, arms loose and limp at his sides. Chris was an animal waiting to pounce on its prey. Kane could not wait.

Gone was the fear and trepidation. No more quaking in his boots, which Chris quickly discarded. He turned on the taps to the shower heads as he advanced. The spray was cold at first, but quickly heated. By the time he reached Kane, Chris' clothes were thoroughly and completely soaked.

"That's wasteful," Kane noted. "But I like you wet."

"I like you naked. It looks like we're both gonna get what we want."

Kane's fingers threaded through Chris' wet hair. "And what do you want?"

The answer was as clear as the soap bubbles sluicing down the drain.

Chris' hand wrapped around Kane's shaft. Fingertips barely meeting his thumb. Its intense heat was stunning, even in the rising temperature of the showering area. With painstaking precision, Chris slid his hand up, up, up to the tip. Kane's skin slid smoothly along his palm. His thumb worked across the head of the cock, drawing a deep groan from Kane.

Chris obviously knew what he was doing.

"Suck it," Kane ordered. The patter of water against the floor nearly drowned out his words.

Chuckling, Chris initiated his downward stroke. "You sound like DX."

"Whatever gets the job done. Although I believe I am much, much better than those… What's the word? … Assclowns."

A thick dick and a sense of humor, thought Chris. If he fucks as well as he talks, then we're in business.

The infusion of water made Chris' denim jeans uncomfortable. They chafed against his thighs as he sank to his knees.

A warm spray beat at his face. Sliding down Chris' forehead, nose, and cheeks. Droplets speckled his eyelashes, sparkling like precious stones. In Kane's eyes, Chris was beauty in its most natural state. Unadorned. Unembellished. Unmatched by any Diva in the organization. Forget the spandex and the push-up bras and the inch-thick pancake makeup. As far as Kane was concerned, Chris Jericho was the hottest thing on two legs.

Chris lapped at the underside of Kane's cock. Starting at his balls, he licked his way back to the tip. The fingers in his hair tightened as his lips brushed across the head. They moaned in unison when Chris' tongue finally made contact with Kane's sensitive slit. Even as he kept his lips wrapped tightly around the tip, water continued to trickle into Chris' mouth. Each drop infused with a flavor that was uniquely Kane's. The strong, heady essence filled Chris' mouth as completely as Kane's shaft. Every swallow shot waves of heat down his belly, straight to his crotch.

Those jeans could not stay on for much longer. With every slurp and slide along that thick, hot cock, the available space in Chris' pants grew smaller and tighter. The more he sucked, the harder Chris grew until he had no choice but to free himself.

The sound of a zipper coming undone drew Kane's attention. He looked down. A fiendish grin blossomed onto his face. So immense was Chris' desire that his own hardened cock sprouted unashamedly from the breach of his jeans.

Kane's hand pressed at the back of Chris' head. Insistent but not over-bearing, Chris allowed more of the shaft to slide down his throat. He breathed in and out through his nose. He reached his breaking point long before Kane's length could be fully consumed. Still, Chris pressed onward until he was forced to draw back.

Water blurred his vision. Chris struggled to catch his breath. He couched once, then once more. His hand continued to stroke Kane. The mixture of water and saliva made his grip even more slippery.

Undeterred, Kane rubbed the head of his cock across Chris' lips. A pink tongue darted out to greet him. "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes." He flicked the tip of his tongue along Kane's slit, moaning at the essence he drew forth. Chris could not get enough.

Kane slid himself further into Chris' wet, willing mouth. "I like watching you, Chris. Seeing your lips wrapped around me. Watching them slide up and down." He thrust forward with his hips, and then retreated. "Then there's the heat of your mouth. Your tongue… I fucking love your tongue." Kane's hips took action. Pumping and sliding himself deeper and deeper.

Petting Chris' hair, Kane whispered, "Open your throat for me, Chris… A bit more… That's it… Let me give you that deep stroke."

Chris complied. Head tilted back, throat open, Kane went nearly balls deep in Chris' mouth. His hands fiercely gripped Kane's hips. Saliva trickled from the corners of his mouth. Kane's thickness made swallowing nearly impossible. A hot, slick trail of spit wound down his chin and neck.

When he could take no more, he pulled away. Coughing and gasping for air. Thick ribbons of spit bridged the gap between Kane's cock and Chris' mouth. The cascade of water threatened to tear them apart.

Chris wrapped both of his hands around Kane's length. He placed a kiss on the tip. Blue eyes locked on one another, he sighed, "I love your cock." He kissed it again.

Kane cold not keep the grin off his face. "And it's all for you, Chris. It's all yours."

"Mine," murmured Chris. He liked the sound of that. He would not be sharing Kane with anyone. "Mine."

"And I can give you more." Hand on the back of Chris' neck, Kane helped the man rise to his feet. Their gaze did not break. Neither one of them so much as blinked. "Do you want more, bunny?" There was something special about Chris. His openness. His eagerness. The expressive nature of his face. Turning this into more than just a one-time fuck. Now that he had Chris Jericho in his grasp – or, rather, Chris had him – Kane was not about to let him go.

Grasping Kane's strong arms, Chris nodded. He could follow Kane anywhere. "I want more," he sighed. "Give me more."