Chapter 3: Making Up For Lost Time
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Rating: PG13 for some curse words and mildly intimate scenes
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. Don't sue me.
Characters: Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, Eddie Guerrero, Jay Reso
Desc: (COMPLETE) –slash- The sequel to Yhu's story, May Roses In Cold December. Read and Review please! This is my first fic.
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Six years...that was how long Eddie had to put up with obnoxious cell mates, cold nights and hard beatings, all because he loved Chris. Not a day went by that he didn't think about him. And not a day went by that he didn't hurt deep within, because Chris was probably living life happily with...Shawn. This fact hurt more than any beating he ever received, and was more insufferable than harsh life in the jail cell.
Finally, he was free. How long he had waited for this day! He stepped out of the prison and inhaled deeply...his first breath of freedom after such a long time. What a wonderful feeling. He took in the beauty of the surroundings, when suddenly, he spotted...no, it couldn't be. It wasn't possible...
"Chris?"
No sight had ever made Eddie happier than this. He ran towards Chris, who stood with arms wide open, and tightly embraced him.
"I can't believe it, ese...is it really you?"
Chris smiled and his lips pressed against Eddie's. Pure bliss filled them both, although Chris's joy was slightly tainted by the pain of losing Shawn...but that didn't matter now. He had Eddie, the one he had been waiting for all these years, the one he truly loved...or did he?
Sure he did..."Hey, sweet thing...how about we go over to the nearest hotel and make up for lost time?"
Eddie grinned. He couldn't believe it...Chris actually loved him. Not Shawn, him! Life couldn't get any better than this.
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Shawn was weeping bitterly on his sofa. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he have to go and give it another shot? Hadn't he learned anything from his past with Hunter? Now he was burnt twice, and felt a hundred times worse. "Never," he swore to himself through angry sobs, "never again." He picked up a frame that held a picture of him and Chris together, and hurled it angrily against the wall. "Heartless son of a bitch...do you even know how much I loved you?"
The doorbell rang. Obviously not expecting a visitor, Shawn wiped away his tears, inhaled deeply, and checked himself in the mirror. He was a complete mess, but who cared anyway? Nobody cares about poor old Shawn.
He opened the door. "What do you want?" he growled.
"Um, is Chris...?" It was Jay, Chris's best friend. He stopped mid- question, and noticed Shawn's bloodshot eyes and rumpled hair. "Man, what happened to you? You look like hell."
"Chris isn't here, Jay. We...we broke up."
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Eddie's head rested on Chris's chest. It was all so surreal...he had expected to live the rest of his life alone, only loving Chris in his dreams. And here he was, lying right next to him.
Chris lovingly caressed Eddie's raven black hair, and Eddie cooed softly. He never thought this would have happened, either. He had committed himself to life with Shawn...sure, Shawn was a great guy who loved him dearly, but nothing moved him so much as what Eddie did for him...all Chris ever wanted was for someone to love him, and no one loved him more than Eddie. Chris glanced over at the clock...11:00 AM? Chris hadn't slept this late in such a long time. Shawn was always up early to wake him...Shawn...
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Rating: PG13 for some curse words and mildly intimate scenes
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own squat. Don't sue me.
Characters: Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, Eddie Guerrero, Jay Reso
Desc: (COMPLETE) –slash- The sequel to Yhu's story, May Roses In Cold December. Read and Review please! This is my first fic.
~~~
Six years...that was how long Eddie had to put up with obnoxious cell mates, cold nights and hard beatings, all because he loved Chris. Not a day went by that he didn't think about him. And not a day went by that he didn't hurt deep within, because Chris was probably living life happily with...Shawn. This fact hurt more than any beating he ever received, and was more insufferable than harsh life in the jail cell.
Finally, he was free. How long he had waited for this day! He stepped out of the prison and inhaled deeply...his first breath of freedom after such a long time. What a wonderful feeling. He took in the beauty of the surroundings, when suddenly, he spotted...no, it couldn't be. It wasn't possible...
"Chris?"
No sight had ever made Eddie happier than this. He ran towards Chris, who stood with arms wide open, and tightly embraced him.
"I can't believe it, ese...is it really you?"
Chris smiled and his lips pressed against Eddie's. Pure bliss filled them both, although Chris's joy was slightly tainted by the pain of losing Shawn...but that didn't matter now. He had Eddie, the one he had been waiting for all these years, the one he truly loved...or did he?
Sure he did..."Hey, sweet thing...how about we go over to the nearest hotel and make up for lost time?"
Eddie grinned. He couldn't believe it...Chris actually loved him. Not Shawn, him! Life couldn't get any better than this.
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Shawn was weeping bitterly on his sofa. Why had he been so stupid? Why did he have to go and give it another shot? Hadn't he learned anything from his past with Hunter? Now he was burnt twice, and felt a hundred times worse. "Never," he swore to himself through angry sobs, "never again." He picked up a frame that held a picture of him and Chris together, and hurled it angrily against the wall. "Heartless son of a bitch...do you even know how much I loved you?"
The doorbell rang. Obviously not expecting a visitor, Shawn wiped away his tears, inhaled deeply, and checked himself in the mirror. He was a complete mess, but who cared anyway? Nobody cares about poor old Shawn.
He opened the door. "What do you want?" he growled.
"Um, is Chris...?" It was Jay, Chris's best friend. He stopped mid- question, and noticed Shawn's bloodshot eyes and rumpled hair. "Man, what happened to you? You look like hell."
"Chris isn't here, Jay. We...we broke up."
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Eddie's head rested on Chris's chest. It was all so surreal...he had expected to live the rest of his life alone, only loving Chris in his dreams. And here he was, lying right next to him.
Chris lovingly caressed Eddie's raven black hair, and Eddie cooed softly. He never thought this would have happened, either. He had committed himself to life with Shawn...sure, Shawn was a great guy who loved him dearly, but nothing moved him so much as what Eddie did for him...all Chris ever wanted was for someone to love him, and no one loved him more than Eddie. Chris glanced over at the clock...11:00 AM? Chris hadn't slept this late in such a long time. Shawn was always up early to wake him...Shawn...
