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I was going to post sooner, but the chapter that was meant to be chapter 32 became the Bitterest Pill. Ah well. More Matticho equals more love.
The thirty-second one is for wrestlefan4, Matt/Chris. Enjoy!
Painkiller
Matt turned around, trying to sleep, but the pillow Randy let him use was almost rock hard. Since they were going to St. Louis, Randy offered to let a few of them stay at his house, and Matt wondered if it was worth it at all.
Note to self- Orton gets nothing for Christmas. I bet fucking Ted is sleeping like a king. Well, it was a safe bet, especially since he was sleeping in Orton's own king size.
Matt looked to the side and noticed that Chris, his lover, wasn't sleeping next to him. Maybe the rock hard pillows scared him away too. He stood up and began looking for him, hoping maybe they could stay awake talking or arguing or something. No one could argue like his Chrissy; no matter how many people argued against him, no matter how little he had to argue with, he would argue until he was right. Add that to Matt's stubbornness, and a Matt Hardy-Chris Irvine debate was nothing short of gold.
"Chris?" he called out. Nothing. He left the room and looked for the Canadian all around the house. Still nothing. Just as he was about to give up, he passed Randy's game room, and he heard the faint sound of a crowd. He walked to the door and pushed it open a little. He was surprised to see Chris in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, holding a wireless mic in front of Randy's TV and XBox 360. He was playing Rock Band 2, it seemed.
A metal song started playing that Matt didn't recognize, and Chris was banging his head to the opening drum beats. He pumped his fists for a while. and then brought the mic to his lips.
Faster than a bullet Rides the metal monster
Terrifying scream
Enraged and full of anger
Hes half man and half machine
Breathing smoke and fire
Closing in with vengeance soaring high
Matt smiled, watching Chris jump a little, mostly stomping to the beat, making his own dance to the song. He loved watching Chris sing: he had a wonderful voice, and he was always so euphoric when he performed.
Matt slowly walked in, not bothering to close the door, and he watched. Although he only saw Chris' face a few times, the passion he saw there thrilled him. It always did.
He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller
Planets devastated
Mankind's on its knees
A saviour comes from out the skies
In answer to their pleas
Through boiling clouds of thunder
Blasting bolts of steel
Evils going under deadly wheels
He is the painkiller Faster than a lazer bullet
This is the painkiller
Louder than an atom bomb
Chromium plated boiling metal
Brighter than a thousand suns
All thoughts of his previous sleep issues were gone as Chris went ballistic, jumping around in every which direction to the guitar solo. Chris looked like a rock god, so lost in the music that he didn't notice anything. Matt licked his lips, thinking that this was Chris at his sexiest; he didn't need the suits or the glitter, just a mic in his hand and the music flowing out of his lips.
Flying high on rapture
Stronger free and brave
Nevermore encaptured
They've been brought back from the grave
With mankind resurrected
Forever to survive
Returns from Armageddon to the skies
He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller
Wings of steel painkiller
Deadly wheels painkiller
He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller
Pain pain killer killer
Pain pain killer killer
This is the painkiller
Matt suddenly got an idea as Chris finished the song. He took off his shirt and threw it at Chris, watching it neatly land near Chris' feet. Chris picked up the shirt and turned around, ignoring the shouting Rock Band crowd. "What's this for?" he said, huffing and grinning.
Matt smiled slyly. "I didn't have a bra, and, well, don't groupies usually throw something on the stage?"
Chris nodded. "But your underwear is much more standard wear than your shirt."
"You want my underwear?" he asked. Chris nodded, and Matt dropped his pajama pants, followed by his boxers. Standing there completely naked, he threw the boxers at Chris, who caught them.
"Well, someone's a dedicated fan," Chris said, "I wonder how the rock star should treat such a fan." Matt reached for his pants, to put them back on, but Chris said, "Nuh uh babe, you won't be needing those."
Chris walked forward and pushed Matt to the wall. "I always try to be nice to my fans," he said, breath hitting Matt's ear in a sensual way.
"Oh really?" Matt said, doing his best imitation of a groupie, "Well, I'm your biggest fan."
"So I guess I'll have to be extra nice to you." Chris pushed his lips into Matt's, the passion previously given to his performance going to Matt. Matt kissed back with equal ferocity, pushing against his rock star. Chris moaned and grabbed Matt's hips, pulling him closer, trying to feel him through the sweats.
Chris' lips went to Matt's neck, nibbling it softly, making his southerner moan in bliss. Matt's hands, meanwhile, played with the waistband of Chris' sweats, teasing him. Then, the sweats were gone, and Matt had to grin.
"Going commando, Mongoose?" Matt said.
"Best way to go through life. Never know when the opportunity will arise to show how much I love fan appreciation."
"You want to see fan appreciation?" Matt asked. When Chris nodded enthusiastically, Matt switched their positions, putting Chris against the wall. Matt dropped on his knees with a smirk on his face. He pushed Chris' legs open a little, getting better access before he put his head between Chris' legs and licked the tip. Chris shivered in delight as Matt began teasing him, bringing him to full erection. "You... mouth... amazing," Chris moaned, grabbing Matt's hair and trying to force him to take more of his member in.
He took Chris' tip into his mouth, sucking it lightly. Chris couldn't take the teasing any longer, so he yanked his hair again. He nodded and put his mouth around Chris, taking as much of his cock into his mouth as possible.
He sucked slowly, and, for those moments, Chris was nothing but Matt's puppet. All of his movements were things Matt made him do. Chris tried to thrust into his mouth, but Matt pushed his hips into the wall, holding him down, forcing him to work with his pace.
"Fucking shit, Matt!" Chris gasped, feeling him suddenly switch to fast sucking. His head kept bobbing up and down, and Chris felt his body prepare to release. Half of him wanted to cum there and then, but he'd much prefer to cum while their bodies mingled, slapping together in unison. Chris yanked Matt's hair to get him to stop and he lifted him to his feet. Chris then kissed him roughly, stealing Matt's breath like Matt stole his.
"Couch. Now," Chris ordered. Matt nodded and walked to the couch, giddy with excitement. He didn't know who was being sung about in the song, but Chris was definitely his painkiller.
He laid down on the couch and shivered as Chris straddled him, pushing their lips together. Matt's hands rubbed Chris' sides as their erections rubbed together.
"Hold still," Chris said. Matt nodded and watched, completely mesmerized, as Chris hovered over his cock for a moment and slowly lowered himself down. Chris bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud, pushing down until he completely felt Matt inside of him.
"I thought rock stars fucked the groupies, not the other way around," Matt said as Chris put his hands on Matt's chest, feeling the muscles beneath him.
"Not when the groupie has a cock like yours," Chris said, kissing him one last time before he began riding him. Matt moaned in pleasure as he settled his hands on Chris's waist and helped guide the movements. They both made blissful sounds as Matt started to drive up into Chris. In no time, thanks to his knowledge of his lover, his hard thrusts were hitting Chris's prostate and his following orgasm was extremely powerful, splattering all over Matt's body. The tightening of his muscles around his cock triggered Matt's own orgasm and he held Chris still as he pounded into him as he rode it out. Once they were done, Chris pulled out and lay against Matt.
"Wow," Chris muttered, "Shit, you need to come to one of my concerts. If an XBox performance can do that to you, I can't wait to see the full Fozzy experience at work on you."
Matt chuckled and they lay there for a few more moments. Then, they got up and began looking for something to clean up with; they couldn't let Randy find his game room like this.
What they didn't know was that they had an audience, outside the door. Randy's head was in his hands, torn between lust over the performance and fear that they ruined something of his. "Give it to me straight, Teddy," he said, "Did Jericho get my XBox?"
Ted giggled and shook his head. "No baby. But I think they got it on the couch."
"Oh, I'm so going to get them," Randy vowed. The couch was expensive, and now he probably had to pay to get it reupholstered. At least it wasn't the XBox; if it was, Randy would've had to make his Teddy cum on Chris' prize guitar at his Florida home. But his revenge would be sweet.
I must admit... I do love this couple.
Next, we have Batista/Matt/Hunter/Jeff for Esha Napoleon. Then, we have Kane/Edge for Dark Kaneanite.
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