Pride, Prejudice and Eddie
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... *slash*
Chapter One: Hola Mama Cita!
He smiled down at his pretty blonde lover, as he ran his hand through the beautiful golden tresses. "Mm. I'm so sorry baby... But I got to go, there's a big broker meeting up in New York city."
Chris frowned softly as he watched Bradshaw leave the bedside he had been sitting on to finish getting a bag put
together."You never spend any time with me!" He whined throwing himself back down on the bed. "I don't know why I married you... You saw me more when I didn't live with
you..."
"Well baby, I wish I could take you with me. But... That's hard to do. I need you here at the moment to keep things on the ball. And I hired a mexican repair man to fix the tank in the hot tub outside. Watch to make sure he doesn't steal anything. You know how those people have such sticky fingers. One painting would finance a whole family of illegal aliens into the country."
Chris rolled his eyes slightly as he toyed with the sheets on the bed. "I'm sure this guy won't steal anything."
"It must be nice to be from a country that has really no illegal aliens trying to escape in all of the time."
"Nah, all we have to worry about is you Americans," Chris rolled out of the large bed and went over to the wardrobe. He pulled out a shirt black kimono style robe, throwing it on.
"Don't joke like that baby, it ain't funny." Bradshaw growled gently. "I'll see you in a week."
"Bye John." Chris muttered in a huff. Obviously Bradshaw could say what ever the hell he pleased when it came to any country, but he couldn't say anything bad about Americans.
It was hot that morning. Chris glanced down to the pool below and licked his lips a little. A nice swim would be just what he needed to cool off.
~Outside~
Eddie Gurerro pulled out infront of the large Texan mansion in a repair van. He rubbed his hands together eagerly- With a house that big, there had to be some kind of valuables inside worth the trouble of taking.
He pulled out a tool box from the back walking toward the the large mansion. He had heard about this place... The guy that lived here was a real piece of a work. Eddie knocked on the door, instantly smiling. It'd be a pleasure to steal from this place.
"Hola le! Anyone in there?!" He called after five minutes had passed. Eddie shrugged and tried the knob. The door swung slowly open leading way into a giant foyer. "Come on, this is too much!" He cried and looked up at the vaulted ceilings. "This is great, boy would I ever like to live here..."
A splash came from outside catching Eddie's attention. So he wasn't completely alone- That was okay. He walked out to the large backyard where a huge two level pool complete with a waterfall happened to be. A giant gazeebo with a hot tub in it was off to the left. "Hola le! Where are you?!"
Chris resurfaced gasping for air. "Hi! Are you the repair man?" He asked moving his sopping wet locks to the side.
"Si, ese..." Eddie said and bent down by the pool side. "My name is Eddie. Eddie Gurerro."
"Chris Jericho." He grinned softly. "It's nice to meet you..."
"You too... You want a hand out of the pool?" Eddie asked as offered his hand to the blonde.
"Please."
Eddie grabbed Chris by the hand, helping the dripping wet blonde out of the water. His jaw nearly dropped to the terracotta floor tiles as he took in the beautiful site of Chris. His nude body was so well toned and curved... His skin looked so beautifully, kissably soft, accented by the his pretty long blonde hair. "You... You... Are... mucho bonito, mama cita..." He whispered crushing his lips to Chris's hand.
Chris blushed softly. "Mm, I don't know what that means but I like it a whole lot."
"I said you are very beautiful..."
"As I said before, I liked it very, very much... Can you get me that towel on the chair please? I'd like to dry off a little."
Eddie nearly stumbled over his own feet trying to walk over to the beach chair. He grabbed the towel and began to hand him it. When Chris reached out to take it, he pulled it away with a coy smile on his face.
"Eddie, come on." Chris protested trying to snag the towel back.
"Besame." Eddie held it behind his back, dancing out of Chris's reach every time he tried to reach for it.
"What's Be-sa-me mean?"
"Kiss me- por favor." He grinned and dodged again.
"Why didn't you just ask me first?" Chris looped his arms around his neck. He pressed his lips against Eddie's, moaning softly.
Eddie pulled him tightly to his chest, the water from Chris's soaking wet body dampening his uniform. He bit the blonde's bottom lip gently as he smirked. "Mm you are perfect, mami."
"No I'm not. I'm cheating on my husband right now."
Eddie pulled back. "You're married?"
"Unhappily, of course. My husband is a racist bastard who never touches me anymore..." Chris said in a bitter tone. "You're the first one whose kissed me in six months. Still think I'm perfect?"
Eddie slipped his hands down to cup the wet, round flesh of Chris's firm buttocks. "Of course. Even more so."
"That's kind of you to say Mister Eddie." Chris said coyly.
"Pienso que encontré lo que deseo robar..." Eddie murmured as he placed tiny kisses along Chris's graceful neck. 'I think I know what I want to steal, and it's you baby.' He thought to himself as he toyed with some of the wet tendrils of Chris's mane.
"And what does that mean..."
"I said 'It's going to take a long time to fix that water heater.'"
"Ohh.. And you didn't even go over to look at it yet."
Eddie glanced over to the hot tub, stared at it for a few moments, then turned back Chris. "There I looked."
"What a professional."
"Play before work, always and forever." Eddie leaned against Chris's toned frame inhaleing in his sweet scent. "Mm. Why don't you show me to this husband-of-yours-bedroom, mami..."
TBC
Rating: R for sex in later chapters, and sexual situations
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: An AU fic based on the prejudice and overly american angle crap they have as Bradshaw angle on Smackdown!- Bradshaw is a wealthy buisness man who leaves his lover at home when a certain repair man comes to fix the out door hot tub... *slash*
Chapter One: Hola Mama Cita!
He smiled down at his pretty blonde lover, as he ran his hand through the beautiful golden tresses. "Mm. I'm so sorry baby... But I got to go, there's a big broker meeting up in New York city."
Chris frowned softly as he watched Bradshaw leave the bedside he had been sitting on to finish getting a bag put
together."You never spend any time with me!" He whined throwing himself back down on the bed. "I don't know why I married you... You saw me more when I didn't live with
you..."
"Well baby, I wish I could take you with me. But... That's hard to do. I need you here at the moment to keep things on the ball. And I hired a mexican repair man to fix the tank in the hot tub outside. Watch to make sure he doesn't steal anything. You know how those people have such sticky fingers. One painting would finance a whole family of illegal aliens into the country."
Chris rolled his eyes slightly as he toyed with the sheets on the bed. "I'm sure this guy won't steal anything."
"It must be nice to be from a country that has really no illegal aliens trying to escape in all of the time."
"Nah, all we have to worry about is you Americans," Chris rolled out of the large bed and went over to the wardrobe. He pulled out a shirt black kimono style robe, throwing it on.
"Don't joke like that baby, it ain't funny." Bradshaw growled gently. "I'll see you in a week."
"Bye John." Chris muttered in a huff. Obviously Bradshaw could say what ever the hell he pleased when it came to any country, but he couldn't say anything bad about Americans.
It was hot that morning. Chris glanced down to the pool below and licked his lips a little. A nice swim would be just what he needed to cool off.
~Outside~
Eddie Gurerro pulled out infront of the large Texan mansion in a repair van. He rubbed his hands together eagerly- With a house that big, there had to be some kind of valuables inside worth the trouble of taking.
He pulled out a tool box from the back walking toward the the large mansion. He had heard about this place... The guy that lived here was a real piece of a work. Eddie knocked on the door, instantly smiling. It'd be a pleasure to steal from this place.
"Hola le! Anyone in there?!" He called after five minutes had passed. Eddie shrugged and tried the knob. The door swung slowly open leading way into a giant foyer. "Come on, this is too much!" He cried and looked up at the vaulted ceilings. "This is great, boy would I ever like to live here..."
A splash came from outside catching Eddie's attention. So he wasn't completely alone- That was okay. He walked out to the large backyard where a huge two level pool complete with a waterfall happened to be. A giant gazeebo with a hot tub in it was off to the left. "Hola le! Where are you?!"
Chris resurfaced gasping for air. "Hi! Are you the repair man?" He asked moving his sopping wet locks to the side.
"Si, ese..." Eddie said and bent down by the pool side. "My name is Eddie. Eddie Gurerro."
"Chris Jericho." He grinned softly. "It's nice to meet you..."
"You too... You want a hand out of the pool?" Eddie asked as offered his hand to the blonde.
"Please."
Eddie grabbed Chris by the hand, helping the dripping wet blonde out of the water. His jaw nearly dropped to the terracotta floor tiles as he took in the beautiful site of Chris. His nude body was so well toned and curved... His skin looked so beautifully, kissably soft, accented by the his pretty long blonde hair. "You... You... Are... mucho bonito, mama cita..." He whispered crushing his lips to Chris's hand.
Chris blushed softly. "Mm, I don't know what that means but I like it a whole lot."
"I said you are very beautiful..."
"As I said before, I liked it very, very much... Can you get me that towel on the chair please? I'd like to dry off a little."
Eddie nearly stumbled over his own feet trying to walk over to the beach chair. He grabbed the towel and began to hand him it. When Chris reached out to take it, he pulled it away with a coy smile on his face.
"Eddie, come on." Chris protested trying to snag the towel back.
"Besame." Eddie held it behind his back, dancing out of Chris's reach every time he tried to reach for it.
"What's Be-sa-me mean?"
"Kiss me- por favor." He grinned and dodged again.
"Why didn't you just ask me first?" Chris looped his arms around his neck. He pressed his lips against Eddie's, moaning softly.
Eddie pulled him tightly to his chest, the water from Chris's soaking wet body dampening his uniform. He bit the blonde's bottom lip gently as he smirked. "Mm you are perfect, mami."
"No I'm not. I'm cheating on my husband right now."
Eddie pulled back. "You're married?"
"Unhappily, of course. My husband is a racist bastard who never touches me anymore..." Chris said in a bitter tone. "You're the first one whose kissed me in six months. Still think I'm perfect?"
Eddie slipped his hands down to cup the wet, round flesh of Chris's firm buttocks. "Of course. Even more so."
"That's kind of you to say Mister Eddie." Chris said coyly.
"Pienso que encontré lo que deseo robar..." Eddie murmured as he placed tiny kisses along Chris's graceful neck. 'I think I know what I want to steal, and it's you baby.' He thought to himself as he toyed with some of the wet tendrils of Chris's mane.
"And what does that mean..."
"I said 'It's going to take a long time to fix that water heater.'"
"Ohh.. And you didn't even go over to look at it yet."
Eddie glanced over to the hot tub, stared at it for a few moments, then turned back Chris. "There I looked."
"What a professional."
"Play before work, always and forever." Eddie leaned against Chris's toned frame inhaleing in his sweet scent. "Mm. Why don't you show me to this husband-of-yours-bedroom, mami..."
TBC