May Roses in Cold December
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R (to be safe)
Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!
Pairing: Jericho/Mystery
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Romance
I love ya'll! Hey if you guys were interested, me and a few others run a slash rp site-- orginal, based on whatever you want kind of thing-- We have themed chats on Wed, Thurs, and Tues, please feel free to come and look around! ^_^ http://groups.msn.com/SchoolBoysIIAYaoiRPG))
~
Chris wasn't paying attention to anything that either man had said to him as he was dragged along the hallway. All that mattered was that he was in the company of the great Shawn Michaels... Who seemed pretty interested in dating him none the less!
Shawn was eyeing Eddie the whole time. It seemed that the other Texan was not in the mood to just let him have Chris for the evening which was his plan. Granted, he really didn't like Chris, nor held too much of an interest in going out with the blonde. Though he had to admit, Chris was sexy... and nice to boot, which was something he had never noticed before. Not that any of that mattered. All that did, was beating Eddie at their contest.
"Mama Cita, wait till you see this place... You're going to love it!"
"It's the biggest fair in the whole state of Texas."
A state fair sounded pretty romantic to Chris... He loved rides, games, and the like. But what was even better was Shawn and Eddie seemed to be fighting over him. That had never happened before! No one had ever shown that much interest in little ole him before... And there he was looking so slumpy too! Chris gasped looking over himself in the mirror. His hair was pulled up into a messy bun, his sweater went way down past his waist and his jeans were way too baggy. He felt like a child wearing his father's clothing. "Gimme a second guys..." Chris said breaking away from them to run to the bathroom.
Flair was in there washing his hands and fixing up his slicked back mane a little. "Hey there Chris... Been traveling all day?" He asked indicating to Chris's comfy attire.
"Yeah, I was..." Off went the sweater and down went the hair as he worked his fingers through the long locks. "I'm going out with Shawn and Eddie." He said straightening his Rolling Stones tee shirt a little.
Ric groaned a little walking over to Chris. "And you're going like this? Dressing like some reject child-fan from a burnt out rock band ain't gunna get you anywhere."
"Hey, I like the Rolling Stones!" Chris protested as Ric tugged out his tee shirt and ripped the bottom off. "God damn it Ric! This WAS my favorite tee shirt!"
"Yeah, I did too." Ric ignored Chris's protests that he got when he yanked the sleeves right off of the shirt. "That's a little better... God, why do you hide that sexy little body of yours under mountains of clothing anyway?!" He asked in an agrivated manner, tieing the long piece he had torn off the end of his shirt around Chris's head, letting the ties hang off to the side. "That's better."
"Yeah... You're right." Chris said looking at himself in the mirror at his refelction, placing his hand on his exposed midrif. "Ya know, you're good at this sort of thing."
"Thanks." Ric grinned. "Go get im'. I'll see you later."
Chris smiled at him, walking out the door. Flair sighed softly shaking his head as he tossed out Chris's sweater in the nearest garbage can. Bischoff wasn't going to win his little bet... Looks like everything was going his way. Chris was happy, Flair was happy that he was happy (even though he didn't get laid, he thought better of Chris now) and was beginning to think of Chris... well... like a son.
~
Sandwiched between Eddie and Shawn, Chris walked down the midway. Shawn was definately not a ride person, with his back injury-- But Eddie was more than eager to take Chris on EVERY ride in the place. Even though after twenty rides when Chris was permently dizzy, Eddie was ready for more.
"Tilt-a-whirl!"
"No, no tilt-a-whirl..." Chris moaned holding his head. "Eddie, you have the most energy I have ever seen..."
"Thank you Mama Cita! But I'm sure you found that out on Christmas."
Chris blushed to the roots of his hair, mumbling something as he rubbed the back of his head.
Shawn had just about enough of watching Eddie score with Chris like he had been the whole night. He had to win over Chris's attention some how... They were walking into the game area of the fair-- Shawn's specialty... "'Cuse me, Eddie... Need to borrow Chris for a second." He said snagging Chris by the wrist as he pulled him away. He brought him over to the nearest booth, with several huge prizes hanging up. Shawn pointed up to a stuffed teddy bear, nearly as big as Chris. "You want that?"
"Oh Shawn, these games are all rigged!"
"I think I'll be okay." Shawn said grabbing Chris's wrists. "I want you to do something for me if I win that for you though. Can you do me a favor, Chris?" Shawn asked rubbing the skin above Chris's wrists with his thumbs, stareing him straight in the eye.
Chris turned redder, nodding his head vigorusly.
"I want you to kiss me. I think you can kiss me right?"
Shawn's thumb brushed across Chris's bottom lip as the blonde was left agasht. "Yeah, yeah... I can kiss you Shawn, I can do it..."
The Texan smirked at Chris walking over to the vendor. He like Chris like this. Cute, and at a loss for words... He always thought Chris was very attractive, but he couldn't get past the unending pluthra of crap that the other would sometimes spew out of his mouth. If there was only some way he could just keep Chris's mouth taped all the time. "Gimme three balls for a dollar." He said handing over a dollar to the man behind.
Eddie scoffed. "Hah... Like he'll be able to do it. Knock over the bottles with a ball. Oh so simple yet... So impossible."
Shawn ignored Eddie's comment. He had been going to this fair ever since he could remember and spent hours watching the pros at these games play. Not to mention that he was one hell of a picture back in high school. He wound up, aimed, and threw the first ball. It missed, by a mere hair's width. The second ball went over the top, and the third knocked into the stack, the milk bottles falling to the dirt floor below with a thunderous crash.
"I can't believe you did it, homes! I've never seen anyone suceede in doing that before!"
The vendor cursed something under his breath and pulled down one of the gigantic bears from off the ceiling, giving it to Shawn.
Chris took the bear from him, it being nearly as big as him. "Shawn... This is great! I'll never be able to fit this on the plane..."
"Well I'm sure you'll think of something-- Huh... It's getting a little late... Maybe we should-" Shawn said glancing to his watch.
"Hang on there, ese." Eddie interupted stepping over to a game booth. "I want to try one of these for myself."
And thus began one of the most intense gaming matches that state fair had ever seen. If Eddie won a prize, Shawn instantly felt the urge to win two more. If Shawn won a big prize, Eddie had to win one doubled in size. Chris watched in amazement, sitting down on the dusty ground to watch the two men. And hour had passed, both competitors now out of money but rich in stuffed animal wealth came back, dumping a horde of toys on Chris.
"Dear god! How much money did you guys waste?!" Chris exclaimed looking at the huge mound with wide eyes.
Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie got to it first.
"Not enough Chris. Not when it comes to you." He said extending his hand to help Chris off the ground.
Shawn eyed Eddie, mouthing the words 'Dirty bastard' to him as he started to gather up stuffed animals off the ground. Eddie helped, but let Shawn carry most of them back to the car.
"Hey wait guys..." Chris said stopping Shawn as he got to the car. "I don't need that many stuffed animals for shit's sake!" He took a huge amount of them from Shawn, going over to a nearby family with a few young children. He gave them all to the children smiling at their praise and thank yous. Satisfied, he walked back to Eddie and Shawn.
'Huh... didn't think Chris was so generous...' Shawn thought as he smiled to the smaller man. "That was nice Chris..."
"You are so giving!" Eddie exclaimed clapping Chris on the back.
~
Shawn walked Chris back up to his room, Eddie having left to meet an old friend at a local club.
"I had fun today Shawn. I never knew you were so damn good at all those games! It was inredible. Jay is gonna go nuts when he hears about all the stuff you won. He really can't do those games, you know. But then again, neither ca-"
"Chris?"
"Yes Shawn?"
"Shut up." Shawn murmured as he pressed Chris up against his hotel door. He pressed his lips to Chris's, urging his mouth open with his tongue. The smaller man made a tiny squeak of surprise, but soon wrapped his arms around Shawn's neck, as a hand slipped up Chris's stomach. It went up to Chris's chest, cool fingers brush over the warm nipples and skin teasingly.
Chris moaned loudly gripping to Shawn's shoulders as those fingers started to pinch and tug, rolling his thumb up the small nub. He was pushed up against the wall, Shawn's leg moving between Chris's, rubbing his crotch gently with his knee. "Let me open the door..!" Chris panted as he felt around in his pocket for his keys.
Shawn let up, moving backward so Chris could sucessfully open the door. As soon as it was open he grabbed the blonde by the wrist throwing him over his shoulder.
"Shawn, your back!" Chris protested as Shawn's hand groping his backside.
"Oh trust me... I'm more than fine Chris." Alright, so this wasn't in his plan... He wasn't supposed to be doing this with Chris! He was supposed to be dumping him off like unwanted garbage on someone else (not Eddie though). This was not supposed to happen... But it had been so long, and he was more than a little arroused at the moment. He tossed Chris down on the bed and sat down on his abdomen, shoving up the ripped up shirt Chris was wearing.
"Unngh! Oh Shawn!" Chris blushed.
The phone rang, Shawn looked over to it. "You want me to get that..." He said looking toward the bedside table.
"I'll get it-- May be Jay." Chris said picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Chris... It's me Jay... Listen closely..."
Chris sat up a little, a look of concern appearing on his face. "What's up?"
"I... I need you to come to King Cobra night club. ALONE. Some one will show you to were I am in the back... It's on Elmwood... Please... Now, Chris..."
"Jay!"
The sound of a dial tone echoed in Chris's ear as he placed the phone back. Jay's voice bothered him. Something was up...
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R (to be safe)
Warnings: Slash, bad poetry and a rather odd unconventional romance up ahead!
Pairing: Jericho/Mystery
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Romance
I love ya'll! Hey if you guys were interested, me and a few others run a slash rp site-- orginal, based on whatever you want kind of thing-- We have themed chats on Wed, Thurs, and Tues, please feel free to come and look around! ^_^ http://groups.msn.com/SchoolBoysIIAYaoiRPG))
~
Chris wasn't paying attention to anything that either man had said to him as he was dragged along the hallway. All that mattered was that he was in the company of the great Shawn Michaels... Who seemed pretty interested in dating him none the less!
Shawn was eyeing Eddie the whole time. It seemed that the other Texan was not in the mood to just let him have Chris for the evening which was his plan. Granted, he really didn't like Chris, nor held too much of an interest in going out with the blonde. Though he had to admit, Chris was sexy... and nice to boot, which was something he had never noticed before. Not that any of that mattered. All that did, was beating Eddie at their contest.
"Mama Cita, wait till you see this place... You're going to love it!"
"It's the biggest fair in the whole state of Texas."
A state fair sounded pretty romantic to Chris... He loved rides, games, and the like. But what was even better was Shawn and Eddie seemed to be fighting over him. That had never happened before! No one had ever shown that much interest in little ole him before... And there he was looking so slumpy too! Chris gasped looking over himself in the mirror. His hair was pulled up into a messy bun, his sweater went way down past his waist and his jeans were way too baggy. He felt like a child wearing his father's clothing. "Gimme a second guys..." Chris said breaking away from them to run to the bathroom.
Flair was in there washing his hands and fixing up his slicked back mane a little. "Hey there Chris... Been traveling all day?" He asked indicating to Chris's comfy attire.
"Yeah, I was..." Off went the sweater and down went the hair as he worked his fingers through the long locks. "I'm going out with Shawn and Eddie." He said straightening his Rolling Stones tee shirt a little.
Ric groaned a little walking over to Chris. "And you're going like this? Dressing like some reject child-fan from a burnt out rock band ain't gunna get you anywhere."
"Hey, I like the Rolling Stones!" Chris protested as Ric tugged out his tee shirt and ripped the bottom off. "God damn it Ric! This WAS my favorite tee shirt!"
"Yeah, I did too." Ric ignored Chris's protests that he got when he yanked the sleeves right off of the shirt. "That's a little better... God, why do you hide that sexy little body of yours under mountains of clothing anyway?!" He asked in an agrivated manner, tieing the long piece he had torn off the end of his shirt around Chris's head, letting the ties hang off to the side. "That's better."
"Yeah... You're right." Chris said looking at himself in the mirror at his refelction, placing his hand on his exposed midrif. "Ya know, you're good at this sort of thing."
"Thanks." Ric grinned. "Go get im'. I'll see you later."
Chris smiled at him, walking out the door. Flair sighed softly shaking his head as he tossed out Chris's sweater in the nearest garbage can. Bischoff wasn't going to win his little bet... Looks like everything was going his way. Chris was happy, Flair was happy that he was happy (even though he didn't get laid, he thought better of Chris now) and was beginning to think of Chris... well... like a son.
~
Sandwiched between Eddie and Shawn, Chris walked down the midway. Shawn was definately not a ride person, with his back injury-- But Eddie was more than eager to take Chris on EVERY ride in the place. Even though after twenty rides when Chris was permently dizzy, Eddie was ready for more.
"Tilt-a-whirl!"
"No, no tilt-a-whirl..." Chris moaned holding his head. "Eddie, you have the most energy I have ever seen..."
"Thank you Mama Cita! But I'm sure you found that out on Christmas."
Chris blushed to the roots of his hair, mumbling something as he rubbed the back of his head.
Shawn had just about enough of watching Eddie score with Chris like he had been the whole night. He had to win over Chris's attention some how... They were walking into the game area of the fair-- Shawn's specialty... "'Cuse me, Eddie... Need to borrow Chris for a second." He said snagging Chris by the wrist as he pulled him away. He brought him over to the nearest booth, with several huge prizes hanging up. Shawn pointed up to a stuffed teddy bear, nearly as big as Chris. "You want that?"
"Oh Shawn, these games are all rigged!"
"I think I'll be okay." Shawn said grabbing Chris's wrists. "I want you to do something for me if I win that for you though. Can you do me a favor, Chris?" Shawn asked rubbing the skin above Chris's wrists with his thumbs, stareing him straight in the eye.
Chris turned redder, nodding his head vigorusly.
"I want you to kiss me. I think you can kiss me right?"
Shawn's thumb brushed across Chris's bottom lip as the blonde was left agasht. "Yeah, yeah... I can kiss you Shawn, I can do it..."
The Texan smirked at Chris walking over to the vendor. He like Chris like this. Cute, and at a loss for words... He always thought Chris was very attractive, but he couldn't get past the unending pluthra of crap that the other would sometimes spew out of his mouth. If there was only some way he could just keep Chris's mouth taped all the time. "Gimme three balls for a dollar." He said handing over a dollar to the man behind.
Eddie scoffed. "Hah... Like he'll be able to do it. Knock over the bottles with a ball. Oh so simple yet... So impossible."
Shawn ignored Eddie's comment. He had been going to this fair ever since he could remember and spent hours watching the pros at these games play. Not to mention that he was one hell of a picture back in high school. He wound up, aimed, and threw the first ball. It missed, by a mere hair's width. The second ball went over the top, and the third knocked into the stack, the milk bottles falling to the dirt floor below with a thunderous crash.
"I can't believe you did it, homes! I've never seen anyone suceede in doing that before!"
The vendor cursed something under his breath and pulled down one of the gigantic bears from off the ceiling, giving it to Shawn.
Chris took the bear from him, it being nearly as big as him. "Shawn... This is great! I'll never be able to fit this on the plane..."
"Well I'm sure you'll think of something-- Huh... It's getting a little late... Maybe we should-" Shawn said glancing to his watch.
"Hang on there, ese." Eddie interupted stepping over to a game booth. "I want to try one of these for myself."
And thus began one of the most intense gaming matches that state fair had ever seen. If Eddie won a prize, Shawn instantly felt the urge to win two more. If Shawn won a big prize, Eddie had to win one doubled in size. Chris watched in amazement, sitting down on the dusty ground to watch the two men. And hour had passed, both competitors now out of money but rich in stuffed animal wealth came back, dumping a horde of toys on Chris.
"Dear god! How much money did you guys waste?!" Chris exclaimed looking at the huge mound with wide eyes.
Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie got to it first.
"Not enough Chris. Not when it comes to you." He said extending his hand to help Chris off the ground.
Shawn eyed Eddie, mouthing the words 'Dirty bastard' to him as he started to gather up stuffed animals off the ground. Eddie helped, but let Shawn carry most of them back to the car.
"Hey wait guys..." Chris said stopping Shawn as he got to the car. "I don't need that many stuffed animals for shit's sake!" He took a huge amount of them from Shawn, going over to a nearby family with a few young children. He gave them all to the children smiling at their praise and thank yous. Satisfied, he walked back to Eddie and Shawn.
'Huh... didn't think Chris was so generous...' Shawn thought as he smiled to the smaller man. "That was nice Chris..."
"You are so giving!" Eddie exclaimed clapping Chris on the back.
~
Shawn walked Chris back up to his room, Eddie having left to meet an old friend at a local club.
"I had fun today Shawn. I never knew you were so damn good at all those games! It was inredible. Jay is gonna go nuts when he hears about all the stuff you won. He really can't do those games, you know. But then again, neither ca-"
"Chris?"
"Yes Shawn?"
"Shut up." Shawn murmured as he pressed Chris up against his hotel door. He pressed his lips to Chris's, urging his mouth open with his tongue. The smaller man made a tiny squeak of surprise, but soon wrapped his arms around Shawn's neck, as a hand slipped up Chris's stomach. It went up to Chris's chest, cool fingers brush over the warm nipples and skin teasingly.
Chris moaned loudly gripping to Shawn's shoulders as those fingers started to pinch and tug, rolling his thumb up the small nub. He was pushed up against the wall, Shawn's leg moving between Chris's, rubbing his crotch gently with his knee. "Let me open the door..!" Chris panted as he felt around in his pocket for his keys.
Shawn let up, moving backward so Chris could sucessfully open the door. As soon as it was open he grabbed the blonde by the wrist throwing him over his shoulder.
"Shawn, your back!" Chris protested as Shawn's hand groping his backside.
"Oh trust me... I'm more than fine Chris." Alright, so this wasn't in his plan... He wasn't supposed to be doing this with Chris! He was supposed to be dumping him off like unwanted garbage on someone else (not Eddie though). This was not supposed to happen... But it had been so long, and he was more than a little arroused at the moment. He tossed Chris down on the bed and sat down on his abdomen, shoving up the ripped up shirt Chris was wearing.
"Unngh! Oh Shawn!" Chris blushed.
The phone rang, Shawn looked over to it. "You want me to get that..." He said looking toward the bedside table.
"I'll get it-- May be Jay." Chris said picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Chris... It's me Jay... Listen closely..."
Chris sat up a little, a look of concern appearing on his face. "What's up?"
"I... I need you to come to King Cobra night club. ALONE. Some one will show you to were I am in the back... It's on Elmwood... Please... Now, Chris..."
"Jay!"
The sound of a dial tone echoed in Chris's ear as he placed the phone back. Jay's voice bothered him. Something was up...
