I'll Return to You
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R for fun
Warnings: Slash, sex and some angst. Not a whole lot though, I get annoyed with too much.
Pairing: Jericho/Randy
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/Romance
I hereby dedicate this here story to XtremeDiva and Ellectra for being my two faithful reviewers for this story! I love ya'll ^_^)
~
The game was on, and Randy was downstairs watching it in his New York City luxery apartment. He wasn't a big football fan, but every once in awhile on a Sunday he liked to relax and watch. He had finally suceeded in pestering Chris enough to move in with him. And right now the blonde was upstairs taking a nap in their bed. Randy knew Chris didn't like football, and was pretty much expecting him to sleep the whole night away.
He popped some popcorn into his mouth and sighed, taking a sip out of his soda. He felt arms snaking around his neck, tendrils of blonde hair falling over Randy's shoulder. He smiled broadly, looking up at Chris's smiling face. "Hey baby... Thought you'd be sleeping still."
"Come up to bed with me, Randy..." Chris cooed nipping at his ear.
"In a minute, Chrissy. Come sit and watch the game with me." He patted the space on the couch beside him.
Chris pouted walking over to the couch. He was wearing Randy's old hockey jersy from high school. It came down to his upper thighs, his hair slightly pulled back with most of it hanging in front of his face. "Please..." He asked pulling on Randy's hand.
Randy looked over at Chris, resisting the urge to lick his lips at his sexy blonde boyfriend. He pulled him down on to his lap, rubbing his back a little. "You need some attention?"
Chris nodded nuzzling his neck a little.
He moved his hands up Chris's thighs, expecting to find boxers beneath his old jersy but was pleasently surprised to find nothing. "I never get to see a game now that you've moved in with me. You always find some way to get my attention off of everything but you. And I never interupt you like this during a hockey game..."
"Do you mind?" Chris asked wiggling around when he felt Randy's hands cupping his ass gently.
"Nah."
"Good." He moved down Randy's chest, tracing little patterns with his fingers. "Such a sexy sexy body..."
"Chris..." He hissed softly as he watched Chris's fingers trace over the zipper. The smaller man smirked up at him, winking. He watched the blonde's fingers slip in, taking his cock out. Randy's hands trailed through Chris's hair, watching his mouth slip over the head. "Mm, Chris baby..."
Chris's mouth worked eagerly, sucking hard along the shaft, elicting moans from Randy. His tongue licked up the length one last time before he moved downward to suckle one tesicle before moving to the other. "Mm... You taste so good..."
Randy pulled up Chris's head, grabbing him by the shoulders, kissing him roughly. "No, you do Chris... You and your hot little mouth..." He caressed his bottom lip, his cheek, slipping a finger inside Chris's mouth.
Chris sucked on it happily, until Randy pulled it out. "I need you inside me, Randy..." The blonde whispered as he clambered up into his lap, rocking his hips down. "Please baby..."
"Like I could ever deny you anything..." The dark haired man whispered as he nudged Chris over to the arm of the couch.
Chris drapped himself over the arm rest, raising his ass up a little. He looked over at him wiggling his hips.
Randy's mouth went dry, scrambling over to lift the jersy up and over Chris's hips. "From now, you are only allowed to wear this. ...And those vinyl pants."
Chris smirked and slipped off the couch and started up the stairs with a little smirk on his face.
"Where are you going?!" Randy asked flabbergasted as he looked to the retreating form of his lover.
"To put on the vinyl, silly!"
-
He shot up straight, his erection straining painfully in the tight constriction of his tuxedo pants. Randy moaned in disbelief. A dream, a lousy, freaking... dream. It was great when it happened a few months ago, even though he had to get his leather couch cleaned, and Chris's vinyl to boot. But since he was currently sleeping on the dirt floor of a small home inhabited by elves, a memory such as that one did him no good. Normally he just would have woken up Chris to satisfy his needs.
Randy laid back down face down on the ground on his stomach, trying to get his mind off of other things. He sighed heavily, forcing himself back to sleep.
~
"Randy, Randy, Randy!" Jaka shouted as he climbed down from the ladder the next morning. "Are ya awake yet?!" He jumped onto his back shaking Randy's coat. "Wake up! Wake uuuuupppp! Us men have to go out and get firewood so Momma can make breakfast!"
"Us men need more sleep..." Randy muttered. He had been up the rest of the night, and finally suceeded in willing away his unwanted erection.
"Come on, please?!" He begged tugging on his Randy's leg.
He let out a low groan sitting up. "Alright, we can go chop wood." Maybe that was a good idea. It would keep his mind off his lovely little blonde who he was looking forward to seeing in a mere matter of moments.
"Yay!" Jaka exclaimed pulling Randy out of the house and to the little clearing behind the house. Randy slipped out of the suspenders, and removed the shirt he was wearing. No need to get that all sweaty when he'd have to return it to get his deposit back. One of these days he'd have to get tux for himself. After all, it wasn't as if he couldn't afford it... Jaka ran to a huge stump with an axe sticking out of it, pulling it out and handing it to Randy. He stood up a small log on the chopping block and stood back. "I used to help my dad chop wood alllll the time." Jaka said proudly.
"Oh really?" Randy asked as he aimed and swung downward, chopping the wood in half.
Jaka set up another log and nodded. "Yep!"
Randy smiled to the boy, trying to get his mind back on the task at hand. Which was not thinking about spanking Chris in those vinyl pants... Though he would catch his mind straying all over the place to that subject, feeling the heat that radiated from Chris's body... The cries of glorious estacy escaping the blonde's perfect lips...
'CHOP THE WOOD, RANDY! CHOP THE WOOD!' He started repeating over and over to himself. But it was so very hard... 'Chop chop chop... Not Chris...' He hadn't the slightest idea of how much wood he had gone through until he felt a tug at his pant leg. "Hmm?" He looked toward Jaka curiously, who had a good grip on the material of his pants.
"Ya went through all the wood, Randy! We have enough for three winters now!"
"Oh... heh... I had my mind on something else, I didn't even realise how much I had done..." He said sheepishly, skimming off his tuxedo shirt. He did however know he was plenty hot-- In all the wrong places at the moment. It was a good thing that he could just will away an unwanted erection-- Came from the year he spent oogling Chris before they were a couple.
"Y-Y-You... You ha-have..."
Randy looked at the little elf boy curiously. He looked silently frightened... "What's wrong Jaka? What do I have?"
"MARKS!"
'Marks?' Randy thought trying to figure out what that meant. "Oh, you mean my tatoos?"
Jaka was near trembling. "Please don't hurt my mom and or my sister!"
"Jaka, I'm not going to hurt you! I honestly don't know what you're talking about!" Randy said truthfully and horribly confused at the moment.
The elf calmed down looking up into Randy's eyes seeing that he sopke the truth. He grabbed Randy's hand and started toward the cabin. "You have their marks Randy... The marks of the banished ones, the marauders!"
"What, the dudes your mother was talkin' about?"
Jaka nodded, now running for the cabin not too far off. "Even if you're not one of you're not one of them, you can't stay here... What if they come and see your marks? They'll mistake you for being one of them and may hurt me and my mom and sister... Ya gotta get your stuff and go..."
"I understand Jaka." Randy said solemly. He couldn't bring harm to such a wonderful family like this one. Oddly, it kind of reminded him of his own extended family to some extent. The mother even looked a little like his one cousin...
They reached the cabin, Jaka pulling Randy inside. Lellia and Durriana awake making some form of breakfast for them. Durriana's eyes widdened at Randy's tattos, gasping a little. "Oh my... Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you had marks, Randy?"
"Well I didn't think they were such a big deal..."
"Oh my... I'm afraid you cannot stay here... It is much to dangerous for you and my children. You must go to the East, to the city of Farian. They can help you find the way home there. But Randy, please do not let the marauders catch you. I know you are not one of them, but if they see your markings they will mistake you for one of them. They're everywhere in this area now, but if you keep to yourself and travel solely in the day then you should be fine. At night, hide in the safety of the trees." She paled grabbing his coat and the mirror. "Here... Take the mirror... It will help calm your needs for your lover, and assure you of his safety..."
"Don't go Mister Randy!" Lellia whimpered hugging on to his leg. "You can't go..."
"I have to Lellia. Don't worry, you'll be fine. You got Jaka to protect you now."
Durriana pulled Lellia off of Randy's leg, the little girl starting to cry silently. "There's a loaf of bread on the table, take it... Good luck Randy. I'm sure you shall find your lover alive and well."
The dark haired man nodded taking the loaf, and wrapping it in the coat. He'd just have to get the tux dry cleaned, there was no escaping it now. "Thank you for your hospitality." He said bowing at the waist.
"Good journies, Randy." Durriana murmured watching as the man slipped out of the house.
Randy was running fast. He had to make good time to avoid these marauders, and was pretty happy that it happened to be early still... His feet and stomach were eating around mid day as he had finally passed the endless fields of flowers and grain. The land around him now was slightly barren of most life, with the exception of some trees, and maybe a few shrubs scattered about. He saw no sign of any thief-like camp set up as he ran, but figured they wouldn't be so stupid as to set up camp in the middle of an open field where they could be caught by some form of law enforcement-- If there was any such thing in this world.
The sun was sinking fast in the sky, and Randy was getting fatigued after running all day. But he couldn't stop. Not until the last ray of sunlight had completely vanished. His breathing became shallower... his pace slowed down to a stand still, Randy holding to his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. There was a small cracking noise beneath his feet, making Randy a little unease. He tested the ground with his heel, determining it was safe before he started forward. The second his foot and weight shifted, the ground beneath him caved in.
Randy screamed as he fell landing hard several feet below. He groaned loudly resting his head on the side of the pit, knowing it must be some kind of trap. He couldn't muster the energy to stand though, fighting fainting or shutting his eyes even to blink. But soon everything faded to black...
~
"Mr. Jericho!"
Chris shot up from his deep sleep at the sounds of doctors and nurses coming in, shouting to each other in medical language. He stumbled backward to the end of the room, a mouth over his hand as he watched Randy's heart rate moniter drop to nothing. They swarmed around Randy's body, blocking Chris's view.
"CLEAR!"
Chris could feel his heart stopping with every jolt of energy they shot into Randy's body. He closed his eyes, growing oddly dizzy. He held on to the table for support, until the sounds of slowly increasing heartbeats blipped on the moniter once again.
(AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry to interupt the story, but I can no longer refer to Jay Reso as Jay Reso. He's too much of a Christian to be called Jay damn it! ^_~)
Christian and Adam were just coming into the hospital room with an arrangement of flowers as the doctors were leaving. Both blondes looked to each other and then to Randy.
"What..." Christian started looking to Chris.
Chris's body finally gave out, and thankfully Adam was close enough to catch him before he fell. "We need some help!! Christian, get a doctor!"
TBC
By: Yhu
Ratings: Anywhere from Pg-13 to R.
This Chapter: R for fun
Warnings: Slash, sex and some angst. Not a whole lot though, I get annoyed with too much.
Pairing: Jericho/Randy
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/Romance
I hereby dedicate this here story to XtremeDiva and Ellectra for being my two faithful reviewers for this story! I love ya'll ^_^)
~
The game was on, and Randy was downstairs watching it in his New York City luxery apartment. He wasn't a big football fan, but every once in awhile on a Sunday he liked to relax and watch. He had finally suceeded in pestering Chris enough to move in with him. And right now the blonde was upstairs taking a nap in their bed. Randy knew Chris didn't like football, and was pretty much expecting him to sleep the whole night away.
He popped some popcorn into his mouth and sighed, taking a sip out of his soda. He felt arms snaking around his neck, tendrils of blonde hair falling over Randy's shoulder. He smiled broadly, looking up at Chris's smiling face. "Hey baby... Thought you'd be sleeping still."
"Come up to bed with me, Randy..." Chris cooed nipping at his ear.
"In a minute, Chrissy. Come sit and watch the game with me." He patted the space on the couch beside him.
Chris pouted walking over to the couch. He was wearing Randy's old hockey jersy from high school. It came down to his upper thighs, his hair slightly pulled back with most of it hanging in front of his face. "Please..." He asked pulling on Randy's hand.
Randy looked over at Chris, resisting the urge to lick his lips at his sexy blonde boyfriend. He pulled him down on to his lap, rubbing his back a little. "You need some attention?"
Chris nodded nuzzling his neck a little.
He moved his hands up Chris's thighs, expecting to find boxers beneath his old jersy but was pleasently surprised to find nothing. "I never get to see a game now that you've moved in with me. You always find some way to get my attention off of everything but you. And I never interupt you like this during a hockey game..."
"Do you mind?" Chris asked wiggling around when he felt Randy's hands cupping his ass gently.
"Nah."
"Good." He moved down Randy's chest, tracing little patterns with his fingers. "Such a sexy sexy body..."
"Chris..." He hissed softly as he watched Chris's fingers trace over the zipper. The smaller man smirked up at him, winking. He watched the blonde's fingers slip in, taking his cock out. Randy's hands trailed through Chris's hair, watching his mouth slip over the head. "Mm, Chris baby..."
Chris's mouth worked eagerly, sucking hard along the shaft, elicting moans from Randy. His tongue licked up the length one last time before he moved downward to suckle one tesicle before moving to the other. "Mm... You taste so good..."
Randy pulled up Chris's head, grabbing him by the shoulders, kissing him roughly. "No, you do Chris... You and your hot little mouth..." He caressed his bottom lip, his cheek, slipping a finger inside Chris's mouth.
Chris sucked on it happily, until Randy pulled it out. "I need you inside me, Randy..." The blonde whispered as he clambered up into his lap, rocking his hips down. "Please baby..."
"Like I could ever deny you anything..." The dark haired man whispered as he nudged Chris over to the arm of the couch.
Chris drapped himself over the arm rest, raising his ass up a little. He looked over at him wiggling his hips.
Randy's mouth went dry, scrambling over to lift the jersy up and over Chris's hips. "From now, you are only allowed to wear this. ...And those vinyl pants."
Chris smirked and slipped off the couch and started up the stairs with a little smirk on his face.
"Where are you going?!" Randy asked flabbergasted as he looked to the retreating form of his lover.
"To put on the vinyl, silly!"
-
He shot up straight, his erection straining painfully in the tight constriction of his tuxedo pants. Randy moaned in disbelief. A dream, a lousy, freaking... dream. It was great when it happened a few months ago, even though he had to get his leather couch cleaned, and Chris's vinyl to boot. But since he was currently sleeping on the dirt floor of a small home inhabited by elves, a memory such as that one did him no good. Normally he just would have woken up Chris to satisfy his needs.
Randy laid back down face down on the ground on his stomach, trying to get his mind off of other things. He sighed heavily, forcing himself back to sleep.
~
"Randy, Randy, Randy!" Jaka shouted as he climbed down from the ladder the next morning. "Are ya awake yet?!" He jumped onto his back shaking Randy's coat. "Wake up! Wake uuuuupppp! Us men have to go out and get firewood so Momma can make breakfast!"
"Us men need more sleep..." Randy muttered. He had been up the rest of the night, and finally suceeded in willing away his unwanted erection.
"Come on, please?!" He begged tugging on his Randy's leg.
He let out a low groan sitting up. "Alright, we can go chop wood." Maybe that was a good idea. It would keep his mind off his lovely little blonde who he was looking forward to seeing in a mere matter of moments.
"Yay!" Jaka exclaimed pulling Randy out of the house and to the little clearing behind the house. Randy slipped out of the suspenders, and removed the shirt he was wearing. No need to get that all sweaty when he'd have to return it to get his deposit back. One of these days he'd have to get tux for himself. After all, it wasn't as if he couldn't afford it... Jaka ran to a huge stump with an axe sticking out of it, pulling it out and handing it to Randy. He stood up a small log on the chopping block and stood back. "I used to help my dad chop wood alllll the time." Jaka said proudly.
"Oh really?" Randy asked as he aimed and swung downward, chopping the wood in half.
Jaka set up another log and nodded. "Yep!"
Randy smiled to the boy, trying to get his mind back on the task at hand. Which was not thinking about spanking Chris in those vinyl pants... Though he would catch his mind straying all over the place to that subject, feeling the heat that radiated from Chris's body... The cries of glorious estacy escaping the blonde's perfect lips...
'CHOP THE WOOD, RANDY! CHOP THE WOOD!' He started repeating over and over to himself. But it was so very hard... 'Chop chop chop... Not Chris...' He hadn't the slightest idea of how much wood he had gone through until he felt a tug at his pant leg. "Hmm?" He looked toward Jaka curiously, who had a good grip on the material of his pants.
"Ya went through all the wood, Randy! We have enough for three winters now!"
"Oh... heh... I had my mind on something else, I didn't even realise how much I had done..." He said sheepishly, skimming off his tuxedo shirt. He did however know he was plenty hot-- In all the wrong places at the moment. It was a good thing that he could just will away an unwanted erection-- Came from the year he spent oogling Chris before they were a couple.
"Y-Y-You... You ha-have..."
Randy looked at the little elf boy curiously. He looked silently frightened... "What's wrong Jaka? What do I have?"
"MARKS!"
'Marks?' Randy thought trying to figure out what that meant. "Oh, you mean my tatoos?"
Jaka was near trembling. "Please don't hurt my mom and or my sister!"
"Jaka, I'm not going to hurt you! I honestly don't know what you're talking about!" Randy said truthfully and horribly confused at the moment.
The elf calmed down looking up into Randy's eyes seeing that he sopke the truth. He grabbed Randy's hand and started toward the cabin. "You have their marks Randy... The marks of the banished ones, the marauders!"
"What, the dudes your mother was talkin' about?"
Jaka nodded, now running for the cabin not too far off. "Even if you're not one of you're not one of them, you can't stay here... What if they come and see your marks? They'll mistake you for being one of them and may hurt me and my mom and sister... Ya gotta get your stuff and go..."
"I understand Jaka." Randy said solemly. He couldn't bring harm to such a wonderful family like this one. Oddly, it kind of reminded him of his own extended family to some extent. The mother even looked a little like his one cousin...
They reached the cabin, Jaka pulling Randy inside. Lellia and Durriana awake making some form of breakfast for them. Durriana's eyes widdened at Randy's tattos, gasping a little. "Oh my... Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you had marks, Randy?"
"Well I didn't think they were such a big deal..."
"Oh my... I'm afraid you cannot stay here... It is much to dangerous for you and my children. You must go to the East, to the city of Farian. They can help you find the way home there. But Randy, please do not let the marauders catch you. I know you are not one of them, but if they see your markings they will mistake you for one of them. They're everywhere in this area now, but if you keep to yourself and travel solely in the day then you should be fine. At night, hide in the safety of the trees." She paled grabbing his coat and the mirror. "Here... Take the mirror... It will help calm your needs for your lover, and assure you of his safety..."
"Don't go Mister Randy!" Lellia whimpered hugging on to his leg. "You can't go..."
"I have to Lellia. Don't worry, you'll be fine. You got Jaka to protect you now."
Durriana pulled Lellia off of Randy's leg, the little girl starting to cry silently. "There's a loaf of bread on the table, take it... Good luck Randy. I'm sure you shall find your lover alive and well."
The dark haired man nodded taking the loaf, and wrapping it in the coat. He'd just have to get the tux dry cleaned, there was no escaping it now. "Thank you for your hospitality." He said bowing at the waist.
"Good journies, Randy." Durriana murmured watching as the man slipped out of the house.
Randy was running fast. He had to make good time to avoid these marauders, and was pretty happy that it happened to be early still... His feet and stomach were eating around mid day as he had finally passed the endless fields of flowers and grain. The land around him now was slightly barren of most life, with the exception of some trees, and maybe a few shrubs scattered about. He saw no sign of any thief-like camp set up as he ran, but figured they wouldn't be so stupid as to set up camp in the middle of an open field where they could be caught by some form of law enforcement-- If there was any such thing in this world.
The sun was sinking fast in the sky, and Randy was getting fatigued after running all day. But he couldn't stop. Not until the last ray of sunlight had completely vanished. His breathing became shallower... his pace slowed down to a stand still, Randy holding to his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. There was a small cracking noise beneath his feet, making Randy a little unease. He tested the ground with his heel, determining it was safe before he started forward. The second his foot and weight shifted, the ground beneath him caved in.
Randy screamed as he fell landing hard several feet below. He groaned loudly resting his head on the side of the pit, knowing it must be some kind of trap. He couldn't muster the energy to stand though, fighting fainting or shutting his eyes even to blink. But soon everything faded to black...
~
"Mr. Jericho!"
Chris shot up from his deep sleep at the sounds of doctors and nurses coming in, shouting to each other in medical language. He stumbled backward to the end of the room, a mouth over his hand as he watched Randy's heart rate moniter drop to nothing. They swarmed around Randy's body, blocking Chris's view.
"CLEAR!"
Chris could feel his heart stopping with every jolt of energy they shot into Randy's body. He closed his eyes, growing oddly dizzy. He held on to the table for support, until the sounds of slowly increasing heartbeats blipped on the moniter once again.
(AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry to interupt the story, but I can no longer refer to Jay Reso as Jay Reso. He's too much of a Christian to be called Jay damn it! ^_~)
Christian and Adam were just coming into the hospital room with an arrangement of flowers as the doctors were leaving. Both blondes looked to each other and then to Randy.
"What..." Christian started looking to Chris.
Chris's body finally gave out, and thankfully Adam was close enough to catch him before he fell. "We need some help!! Christian, get a doctor!"
TBC
