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*
AN: Damn it! -sigh- I accidently had this under G. It's really R *blush* sorry ^_^
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Chapter 2: Dos hermanos
Hot kisses were placed along the muscles of Chris's graceful neck as he was laid in bed by Eddie.
"Mami, this bed is huge..." Eddie murmured as he rolled on next to Chris. "Mm, I like I like."
"Me or the bed?" Chris asked as he moved onto his side.
Eddie's breath graced across the blonde's lips before he claimed them in a firey kiss. "What do you think..?"
"I like, I like." Chris's fingers quickly unzipped the front of Eddie's blue coveral uniform. He pulled off the soft white tee shirt he was wearing underneath, running his hands all over his sculpted chest. Bradshaw's body was once great like Eddie's but over the years it had fallen into a state of supreme disrepair. But he was his husband, lumpy and saggy as he was.
Eddie watched Chris's soft, silky hands ghost around his chest as if he had never felt anyone with muscles before.
"You like what you see, mama cita?"
"Yes... You're so built Eddie..."
"I like to impress my clients." He grinned climbing on top of Chris. "Poor little house wives left alone by their husbands need the comfort of latino heat!"
Chris laughed pulling Eddie down close. "Is that what you call it?"
"Si, mami... Do you think you're ready?" He asked biting at the soft flesh of Chris's neck. His fingers toyed with the tight ring of muscle between the sweet sprawl of Chris's shapely legs.
"Oh god, yes!"
( parts removed do to sexual content)
Chris lay exhausted and very sticky beside a very happy Eddie. "That was... Amazing Eddie..."
"Glad you liked it, mami. I aim to please when I come to repair..." He ran his hands through the blonde's beautiful soft hair gently. Eddie wrapped his arm around Chris's waist pulling him close. He continually stroked his hair, running it over his fingers, enjoying the silken tresses, the sweet smell, and enjoying listening to him purr in response.
"My husband never touches me anymore. It's always work, work, work."
Eddie frowned kissing Chris's head. "Then he is a bigger fool than I thought he was. He leaves you here all alone, and never touches you to boot?! I don't think so. If you were my husband I doubt we would ever leave the bedroom..."
Chris smiled kissing Eddie's collar bone. "That's a nice thought."
"It is, isn't it... Hey, is this your husband, mami?" Eddie picked up an expensive looking wooden frame that was resting on the bedside. It was indeed of Bradshaw, wearing a black suit and obnoxious looking white cowboy hat. "He looks like a ass."
"Yeah... If he were here, he'd tell you how much the hat, suit, shoes, and personalized underwear cost. To John, everything has a price on it."
"Even you?"
Chris gave him a soft look, hugging Eddie tightly. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay Chris." Eddie said as he sat up and got out of bed. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
"Where are you going?" Chris asked as he shifted to lay on his side watching Eddie put on his disguarded khakis.
"Not very far." Eddie started over for the mahogany closet doors. He opened them up and began to thumb through the expensive looking fabrics. He pulled out a huge red robe with gold embroidery on it. "Is this yours?" He asked eyeing the robe with a slightly digusted face.
"No, that's John's."
"Of course. You must wear more dainty things, things that fit your beautiful form." He threw on the robe and tied it shut. Three big gold letters -JBL- stretched across the lapel. Eddie grabbed a big white cowboy hat and cuban cigar from the top self of the closet too before turning around to face Chris. "How do I look?"
Chris giggled and looked over. "Oh so sexy."
Eddie cleared his throat a little. "Well, I'm just a big stupid hick-" He began achooling his voice into a Texan accent. "I can't even remember my own got dang name! I need it sewn on to all my clothes. Why, I have such a problem with the old rememberin' process that anything over three little letters'll make my head hurt!" He paused to watch Chris roll around on the bed in hysterics before continuing. "And to make matters worse, I buy everything ten times bigger than it has to be to make up for things I can't buy!" He said pointing down to his crotch. "No wonder why my pretty little husband ran off with that handsome latino repair man!"
Chris held onto his sides as he cracked up. When he finally settled down, he sighed. "Eddie... Come over here."
Eddie smiled and flopped down next to him again. He played with the cigar as he pulled Chris up closer to him. "You know... I kind of like being a hick Texan. You get a big hat, goofy robes, expensive cigars... and a beauty on your arm."
"Well I wouldn't know anything about being a hick Texan, Eddie. I'm from Canada."
"You like hockey?"
Chris punched Eddie in the arm. "Yes! Stupid question, ese."
Eddie gave him an amused look, then snapped upward when he heard the door bell ring. "Are you expecting company?"
He paled softly. "Oh yeah, I forgot... My two brothers! Adam and Christian..."
"Are they as beautiful as you?" He asked as Chris pulled on some clothing from his closet. "Mm, take your time mami! I like you naked."
"Ha ha, thanks. And I don't know, they're my brothers! I don't look at them like that..."
Eddie pulled on his clothing too and held open the door for him. "Do you think they'll like me?"
"Probably not. They're the type that would find me seeking the attention of repairmen and help in exchange for my absentee husband a horrific act."
"We all have relatives we're not proud of, mami."
"Yeah, well this was my fault. They never were like this before I married a rich man..."
Eddie watched Chris walk down the stairs and out of sight. He wanted to meet his family- get to know them. Even if they were undesirable people. He knew if he had a chance then he could win them over...
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*
AN: Damn it! -sigh- I accidently had this under G. It's really R *blush* sorry ^_^
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Chapter 2: Dos hermanos
Hot kisses were placed along the muscles of Chris's graceful neck as he was laid in bed by Eddie.
"Mami, this bed is huge..." Eddie murmured as he rolled on next to Chris. "Mm, I like I like."
"Me or the bed?" Chris asked as he moved onto his side.
Eddie's breath graced across the blonde's lips before he claimed them in a firey kiss. "What do you think..?"
"I like, I like." Chris's fingers quickly unzipped the front of Eddie's blue coveral uniform. He pulled off the soft white tee shirt he was wearing underneath, running his hands all over his sculpted chest. Bradshaw's body was once great like Eddie's but over the years it had fallen into a state of supreme disrepair. But he was his husband, lumpy and saggy as he was.
Eddie watched Chris's soft, silky hands ghost around his chest as if he had never felt anyone with muscles before.
"You like what you see, mama cita?"
"Yes... You're so built Eddie..."
"I like to impress my clients." He grinned climbing on top of Chris. "Poor little house wives left alone by their husbands need the comfort of latino heat!"
Chris laughed pulling Eddie down close. "Is that what you call it?"
"Si, mami... Do you think you're ready?" He asked biting at the soft flesh of Chris's neck. His fingers toyed with the tight ring of muscle between the sweet sprawl of Chris's shapely legs.
"Oh god, yes!"
( parts removed do to sexual content)
Chris lay exhausted and very sticky beside a very happy Eddie. "That was... Amazing Eddie..."
"Glad you liked it, mami. I aim to please when I come to repair..." He ran his hands through the blonde's beautiful soft hair gently. Eddie wrapped his arm around Chris's waist pulling him close. He continually stroked his hair, running it over his fingers, enjoying the silken tresses, the sweet smell, and enjoying listening to him purr in response.
"My husband never touches me anymore. It's always work, work, work."
Eddie frowned kissing Chris's head. "Then he is a bigger fool than I thought he was. He leaves you here all alone, and never touches you to boot?! I don't think so. If you were my husband I doubt we would ever leave the bedroom..."
Chris smiled kissing Eddie's collar bone. "That's a nice thought."
"It is, isn't it... Hey, is this your husband, mami?" Eddie picked up an expensive looking wooden frame that was resting on the bedside. It was indeed of Bradshaw, wearing a black suit and obnoxious looking white cowboy hat. "He looks like a ass."
"Yeah... If he were here, he'd tell you how much the hat, suit, shoes, and personalized underwear cost. To John, everything has a price on it."
"Even you?"
Chris gave him a soft look, hugging Eddie tightly. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay Chris." Eddie said as he sat up and got out of bed. "We don't have to if you don't want to."
"Where are you going?" Chris asked as he shifted to lay on his side watching Eddie put on his disguarded khakis.
"Not very far." Eddie started over for the mahogany closet doors. He opened them up and began to thumb through the expensive looking fabrics. He pulled out a huge red robe with gold embroidery on it. "Is this yours?" He asked eyeing the robe with a slightly digusted face.
"No, that's John's."
"Of course. You must wear more dainty things, things that fit your beautiful form." He threw on the robe and tied it shut. Three big gold letters -JBL- stretched across the lapel. Eddie grabbed a big white cowboy hat and cuban cigar from the top self of the closet too before turning around to face Chris. "How do I look?"
Chris giggled and looked over. "Oh so sexy."
Eddie cleared his throat a little. "Well, I'm just a big stupid hick-" He began achooling his voice into a Texan accent. "I can't even remember my own got dang name! I need it sewn on to all my clothes. Why, I have such a problem with the old rememberin' process that anything over three little letters'll make my head hurt!" He paused to watch Chris roll around on the bed in hysterics before continuing. "And to make matters worse, I buy everything ten times bigger than it has to be to make up for things I can't buy!" He said pointing down to his crotch. "No wonder why my pretty little husband ran off with that handsome latino repair man!"
Chris held onto his sides as he cracked up. When he finally settled down, he sighed. "Eddie... Come over here."
Eddie smiled and flopped down next to him again. He played with the cigar as he pulled Chris up closer to him. "You know... I kind of like being a hick Texan. You get a big hat, goofy robes, expensive cigars... and a beauty on your arm."
"Well I wouldn't know anything about being a hick Texan, Eddie. I'm from Canada."
"You like hockey?"
Chris punched Eddie in the arm. "Yes! Stupid question, ese."
Eddie gave him an amused look, then snapped upward when he heard the door bell ring. "Are you expecting company?"
He paled softly. "Oh yeah, I forgot... My two brothers! Adam and Christian..."
"Are they as beautiful as you?" He asked as Chris pulled on some clothing from his closet. "Mm, take your time mami! I like you naked."
"Ha ha, thanks. And I don't know, they're my brothers! I don't look at them like that..."
Eddie pulled on his clothing too and held open the door for him. "Do you think they'll like me?"
"Probably not. They're the type that would find me seeking the attention of repairmen and help in exchange for my absentee husband a horrific act."
"We all have relatives we're not proud of, mami."
"Yeah, well this was my fault. They never were like this before I married a rich man..."
Eddie watched Chris walk down the stairs and out of sight. He wanted to meet his family- get to know them. Even if they were undesirable people. He knew if he had a chance then he could win them over...