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 4- Muchos Mama Citas!
Chris sighed. He didn't like this. Eddie was HIS latino repairman. Not Christian's. Not Adam's. They had no right to be in this hot tub with them. But oh well. He sighed making sure HE was the only one on Eddie's lap.
"So Eddie... What's it like being a repairman..?" Christian asked cuddling up to the latino's side.
"Well..." Eddie began shifting Chris around in his lap. "It's a family business. My brother and his son and I repair everything from cars to sinks. But that can't be interesting to you mamis..."
"No, we like to hear this kind of stuff!" Adam said eagerly. "Our dad worked at a bowling alley and our mom was a cashier..."
Eddie's eyes grew wide. "You mamis came from blue collar roots?"
"Oh yeah!" Chris said quickly before his brothers could speak. "We're from Manitoba, Canada."
"But how did you end up here?" Eddie asked the puzzling look on his face not leaving- only deepening.
"It would have never happened if not for that snow storm..." Adam began, cutting off Chris.
"Hey ass clown, I should be telling the story here- Not you!"
Christian pulled on Chris's hair and stuck his tongue at him. "Uhhh no, Adam tells stories better than you. You leave out all the important stuff!"
"Arggh fine." Chris pouted. He wanted to tell his lover his story, but Christian was right- Adam could tell it better.
"We were all working at the local Hilton. Chris had just got out of college, I was in the middle of it, and Christian had just started. It was a good job for us. We could work together, joke, and just have a good time. Then one day, in the dead of winter, an important business meeting was held in the confrence room. Alot of important businesses held meetings in our hotel- it was the best and most classy in town. Though why they picked to have a confrence in the middle of January is beyond me. The snow had piled up to extreme heights, and we were both worried that we'd loose Chris in the snow drifts again. It was also no uncommon occurance to loose power in the hotel during such a storm. No big deal- they'd just keep us inside, we'd spend the night..."
- Three years ago, Manitoba Canada-
"I wanted to go home tonight..." Christian whined as he looked out the window at the snow covered landscape.
"...I know how you feel. Mom was supposed to make blueberry pie..."
Chris made a face at his two younger brothers. "Aw, no biggie. Like mom won't save us pie... We get to spend the night in a four star hotel, so don't complain!"
Christian grinned a little. "We all know why you're excited Chris. With all those rich men in the board room, we can see the dollar signs lighting up your eyes from here."
"I'm not like that." Chris muttered quietly.
"He's in the money, he's in the money! He just might make it after all! If he makes it with one of them." Christian sang and then dodged a blow from Chris. "Oh calm down! I'm just trying to have fun with my big brother."
"Yeah, at my expense." Chris grumbled. "I'm going to go take this tray up the board room. Wether or not you two are going to do what you were assigned to do, I could care less." He ignored the rest of the calls and hoots from his younger siblings- He didn't have the time.
Chris smoothed down his hair, flicking it back over his shoulders. He should look presentable anyway- one of them MIGHT be single. Was it a crime to date a rich, powerful man? No. But accoding to Christian and Adamn it was. The blonde gave a soft knocking on the door. "Sorry to interupt... The hotel has sent up complimentary tea to warm you up..."
Soon enough, the door opened. Chris made his way in, smiling nervously to all the people inside. They were a daunting sea of business suits and prim hair cuts. He felt slightly out of his league. Especially when he eyed the near seven foot tall man at the head of the board table. Chris shivered- he was creepy.
"Boy! You there. I want a cup of that tea."
Chris wrinkled his nose a little. What did he look like? A waiter? Maybe he'd get a tip... rich Texans were good tippers- at least he assumed they were. "Sure, sir."
This man was big too- with broad, strong shoulders and a thick weavy head of golden hair. Chris immediately thought of the traditional cowboy... "Come on boy, I haven't got all day."
"Oh now come on, Bradshaw. Leave the kid alone. He's just trying to do his job."
Chris quickened his pace a little, but in his fast pace he neglected his way. He tripped on a bit of the carpet that was sticking up- effectively spilling hot tea all over Bradshaw. "Oh my- I'm so sorry sir!"
"You horrible little..." Bradshaw growled hauling him out of the room.
-
"Shoot!" Chris muttered getting out of the hot tub. "The phone's ringing- I'll be back in a few minutes."
Eddie watched Chris leave- frowning at the smaller blonde. Something was up...
"Hello?" Chris asked as he leaned up against the sandstone wall of the hallway. He twirled the phone cord in his fingers idly as water ran down his body- pooling at his feet.
"Hi Chris honey!"
The blonde froze when he felt Eddie's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back against him. "Hey John..."
"Baby, you don't sound so happy..."
Eddie smirked, biting and nipping at Chris's neck happily.
"Oh, I'm happy..." Chris surpressed a giggle as Eddie moved his hands down his torso slowly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm at the hotel." John lied through his teeth- they were still at the strip club. "I need your help. Mark met a... a dancer. He went to go see him now- He's probably going to want to bring him back-"
"Mark found some one?" Chris asked incrediously. "So soon? And... bringing him back too?"
"See that's the thing... We maybe late because of it. He might want to stay and woo this man. When we do get home.. Get a party ready to welcome him. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay John!"
"I love you, baby."
Chris moaned a little as Eddie's fingers played with the base of his spine. "You too." He whispered and hung up.
"Was that him, mami?"
The blonde nodded and rested his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Yes..."
"What else happened..? I want to hear you tell it, Chrissy." Eddie murmured into Chris's graceful neck.
"Okay, just let me throw out my brothers first."
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 4- Muchos Mama Citas!
Chris sighed. He didn't like this. Eddie was HIS latino repairman. Not Christian's. Not Adam's. They had no right to be in this hot tub with them. But oh well. He sighed making sure HE was the only one on Eddie's lap.
"So Eddie... What's it like being a repairman..?" Christian asked cuddling up to the latino's side.
"Well..." Eddie began shifting Chris around in his lap. "It's a family business. My brother and his son and I repair everything from cars to sinks. But that can't be interesting to you mamis..."
"No, we like to hear this kind of stuff!" Adam said eagerly. "Our dad worked at a bowling alley and our mom was a cashier..."
Eddie's eyes grew wide. "You mamis came from blue collar roots?"
"Oh yeah!" Chris said quickly before his brothers could speak. "We're from Manitoba, Canada."
"But how did you end up here?" Eddie asked the puzzling look on his face not leaving- only deepening.
"It would have never happened if not for that snow storm..." Adam began, cutting off Chris.
"Hey ass clown, I should be telling the story here- Not you!"
Christian pulled on Chris's hair and stuck his tongue at him. "Uhhh no, Adam tells stories better than you. You leave out all the important stuff!"
"Arggh fine." Chris pouted. He wanted to tell his lover his story, but Christian was right- Adam could tell it better.
"We were all working at the local Hilton. Chris had just got out of college, I was in the middle of it, and Christian had just started. It was a good job for us. We could work together, joke, and just have a good time. Then one day, in the dead of winter, an important business meeting was held in the confrence room. Alot of important businesses held meetings in our hotel- it was the best and most classy in town. Though why they picked to have a confrence in the middle of January is beyond me. The snow had piled up to extreme heights, and we were both worried that we'd loose Chris in the snow drifts again. It was also no uncommon occurance to loose power in the hotel during such a storm. No big deal- they'd just keep us inside, we'd spend the night..."
- Three years ago, Manitoba Canada-
"I wanted to go home tonight..." Christian whined as he looked out the window at the snow covered landscape.
"...I know how you feel. Mom was supposed to make blueberry pie..."
Chris made a face at his two younger brothers. "Aw, no biggie. Like mom won't save us pie... We get to spend the night in a four star hotel, so don't complain!"
Christian grinned a little. "We all know why you're excited Chris. With all those rich men in the board room, we can see the dollar signs lighting up your eyes from here."
"I'm not like that." Chris muttered quietly.
"He's in the money, he's in the money! He just might make it after all! If he makes it with one of them." Christian sang and then dodged a blow from Chris. "Oh calm down! I'm just trying to have fun with my big brother."
"Yeah, at my expense." Chris grumbled. "I'm going to go take this tray up the board room. Wether or not you two are going to do what you were assigned to do, I could care less." He ignored the rest of the calls and hoots from his younger siblings- He didn't have the time.
Chris smoothed down his hair, flicking it back over his shoulders. He should look presentable anyway- one of them MIGHT be single. Was it a crime to date a rich, powerful man? No. But accoding to Christian and Adamn it was. The blonde gave a soft knocking on the door. "Sorry to interupt... The hotel has sent up complimentary tea to warm you up..."
Soon enough, the door opened. Chris made his way in, smiling nervously to all the people inside. They were a daunting sea of business suits and prim hair cuts. He felt slightly out of his league. Especially when he eyed the near seven foot tall man at the head of the board table. Chris shivered- he was creepy.
"Boy! You there. I want a cup of that tea."
Chris wrinkled his nose a little. What did he look like? A waiter? Maybe he'd get a tip... rich Texans were good tippers- at least he assumed they were. "Sure, sir."
This man was big too- with broad, strong shoulders and a thick weavy head of golden hair. Chris immediately thought of the traditional cowboy... "Come on boy, I haven't got all day."
"Oh now come on, Bradshaw. Leave the kid alone. He's just trying to do his job."
Chris quickened his pace a little, but in his fast pace he neglected his way. He tripped on a bit of the carpet that was sticking up- effectively spilling hot tea all over Bradshaw. "Oh my- I'm so sorry sir!"
"You horrible little..." Bradshaw growled hauling him out of the room.
-
"Shoot!" Chris muttered getting out of the hot tub. "The phone's ringing- I'll be back in a few minutes."
Eddie watched Chris leave- frowning at the smaller blonde. Something was up...
"Hello?" Chris asked as he leaned up against the sandstone wall of the hallway. He twirled the phone cord in his fingers idly as water ran down his body- pooling at his feet.
"Hi Chris honey!"
The blonde froze when he felt Eddie's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back against him. "Hey John..."
"Baby, you don't sound so happy..."
Eddie smirked, biting and nipping at Chris's neck happily.
"Oh, I'm happy..." Chris surpressed a giggle as Eddie moved his hands down his torso slowly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm at the hotel." John lied through his teeth- they were still at the strip club. "I need your help. Mark met a... a dancer. He went to go see him now- He's probably going to want to bring him back-"
"Mark found some one?" Chris asked incrediously. "So soon? And... bringing him back too?"
"See that's the thing... We maybe late because of it. He might want to stay and woo this man. When we do get home.. Get a party ready to welcome him. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay John!"
"I love you, baby."
Chris moaned a little as Eddie's fingers played with the base of his spine. "You too." He whispered and hung up.
"Was that him, mami?"
The blonde nodded and rested his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Yes..."
"What else happened..? I want to hear you tell it, Chrissy." Eddie murmured into Chris's graceful neck.
"Okay, just let me throw out my brothers first."
TBC