LadyDragonsblood, Hehe, sorry i left you hangin. Maybe someday i'll expand on that.. honestly, i don't know who the Master is right now, chose whomever you please! JoMoFan-spot, Ah, i've teased another one. I'm sure someday Adam will be good & punished. ;) takers dark lover, thank you so much! I always appreciate your feedback. :)
Also not technically a twitterfic, since i typed this up on tumblr one night. But i linked it on twitter, so it counts. Set during RAW, 6 Aug 2012. Jericho's POV.
That was bullshit. It was enough of a bummer that Christian had to do the job for Alberto - a guy who, in my opinion, they needed to re-package before he'd go anywhere – but tapping immediately? Christian didn't deserve that, especially after the great matches we had last week, and I was going to tell him that.
I knew he'd been unhappy lately. They'd given him a consolation run with the Intercontinental title, but it wasn't like they'd done anything with his reign. It didn't keep him from feeling like a second-class Superstar. Sure, I was losing too, but frankly, I'd wanted to put Punk over at 'Mania, just like I wanted to put Dolph over now. I actually had stories, and while I'll admit some disappointment over the Rumble and Money in the Bank, it was good for my current storyline, and wrestling wasn't the world to me like it was to Christian. I'm still befuckled by how I managed to be a bigger star. The real kick in the nuts was, we all knew he'd set the world on fire with a froot storyline, but they just weren't interested in building Christian. He was feeling like his window of opportunity had shut. I didn't want my buddy to leave his career, but right now I wasn't sure why he'd stay. I know I wouldn't.
I hurried along the corridor in my pink shirt and blue jeans, wanting to catch him before he left the arena. Maybe invite him out for a drink after I was done on commentary. When I opened the door to the locker room I expected to see my old friend getting dressed, or drying what was left of his hair and wearing a towel around his waist. I did not expect to see him jacking off.
Now, I understand needing to blow off a little steam after a frustrating match, but he couldn't even make it back to the hotel? What was he, fourteen? But there he was, sitting on the other end of the bench with his back to me, tights halfway down his hips and showing his ass crack, legs spread and arm a-pumpin. I bit back my first response, which was to point and laugh, in favor of shutting the door and getting out my cell. He hadn't even locked the door for fuck's sake, and I was going to threaten this sloppy motherfucker with Tout until he agreed to pick up my bar tab tonight. Fuck, I love technology.
I pulled up my camera and focused the screen on Christian's back, still glistening with sweat from his match as his arm moved, muscles in his shoulder and over his ribs shifting. His blond head was bowed, and by the hisses and grunts he was making I knew I was just in time. Oh yeah, I remembered his getting-close noises very well. The way his cheeks would puff and his nose would wrinkle before he grit his teeth and snarled... I felt the corner of my mouth lift in a smile at the fond memories as I pressed record.
Seconds later Christian tossed his head back with a sharp cry that turned to a groan, then looked back down, jerking himself harder.
"Ahhyeah... that's it. Uhm, fuuuuck... so fucking hot..." he growled, and I had to cover my mouth and double over to keep my laughter silent, still training the phone's camera on the unsuspecting porn star. He panted and hummed, then I heard a wet slapping noise before he chuckled. Oh, this was gonna be rich. He wouldn't be so amused in a moment.
As I looked up to see what he was giggling at, Christian pulled a fistful of red hair up from his lap. I hadn't even noticed that shadow crouched between his legs, and now I stared in shock as Christian licked a whiskered cheek before capturing pouting lips, kissing thoroughly. As the blond pulled back I was met with a pair of sparkling brown eyes, a streak of white dripping comically between them.
"Ah, shit!" Heath said, smacking Christian's arm. "You forgot to lock the door!"
Christian looked over his shoulder and saw me with my phone, and I grinned as he tucked himself away. "Goddammit, Chris!"
I gave them a sheepish little wave as I stopped the camera, then bolted for the door. Well, I just discovered one reason he stayed with the company. This oughta be worth a bar tab for at least a month... as long as he didn't catch me!
