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 6- Bradshaw's Proposition
Eddie had guided Chris up to his and Bradshaw's bedroom. They crawled up on the big bed, the latino man opening his arms for Chris to snuggle into. The blonde gave a small sigh.
"Take your time, mami." Eddie whispered into Chris's soft hair.
Chris sighed and nodded, listening to Eddie's heart beat as he spoke. "I followed him out into the hallway, fearing the worst. John was a big and important man. He was also angry enough to try and hurt me and my job. I'm sure if he snapped his fingers I would have been fired."
"What's your name, boy?"
"Ch-Chris Jericho." Chris stammered. "I'm sorry I spilled all that coffee on your suit, b-but I tripped on the rug! I would never intentionally pour anything on my customers!"
"Think you're smart, hmmm boy?"
"No! I know I'm a dumb blonde, sir!"
A flicker of thought went across Bradshaw's face and he smiled- a toothy grin that made the blonde feel very unsettled. "So you know your place then?"
That took Chris off guard. "Yeah, I guess."
"Good, people like you are what America needs, Chris."
"But we're in Canada, sir." Chris said somewhat dumbly.
"Ah and that really is a shame."
Chris's pretty blue eyes flickered angrily. "No it's not! How dare you insult my country!"
"Sh. Your place isn't to tell me what to say, it's to do as I say. You know... You are a real beauty."
Chris blushed hotly and turned his head to the side. "Please..."
"It's true. You've got the prettiest hair I've ever seen on a man." Bradshaw grinned reaching out to touch a lock of it. "It's so perfect."
"You think so...?" Chris asked as he turned his head to look up at the taller man.
"Yes. And look at these little pink lips..." Bradshaw smiled brushing his thumb over Chris's lower lip. "Completely kissable little lips..." He said licking his own.
"M-Maybe I should go..." Chris whimpered. "I should go see my brothers. They're probably worried about me."
He smiled and shook his head. "Why? It's your job to make sure all your customers are happy right? That's good business- and trust me, I know business." He smirked pushing him up against the wall.
"Mr. Layfield..." Chris gasped.
"What, are you nervous about kissing me, my little Canadian? I'm sorry, you must be put off by what a handsome man I am..."
Chris burst out laughing at that. "Handsome? You're a big goon with a silly accent!" He said giggling madly at the horrified expression on the larger man's face.
Bradshaw growled softly. "You little, rotten..."
"I'm sorry..." He whispered and looked up at the taller man. "I didn't mean to insult you."
He frowned softly to Chris. No one had ever said 'no' to him. Defeated he leaned against the wall with a pout on his face.
Chris felt bad. He didn't mean to hurt this man's feelings... He walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to kiss me, Mr. Layfield."
"Well I don't want to pity kiss you." Bradshaw snapped.
"I mean it! If you're so good, then kiss me and prove it!"
"Fine." Bradshaw turned around, pushing Chris up against the wall. He brought his lips down on the blonde's, sweeping his tongue across them.
Jericho pratically melted against him, feeling flush and kind of faint. Long had it been since he was kissed, especially this well. Despite his looks, poor Jericho never really had offers to go out on dates- and only had one real boyfriend in the past.
"Wow baby, that sure was VERY nice! God damn..." Bradshaw smiled running his thumb down Chris's face. "You know... I'd sure love to take a pretty young thing like you back with me to Texas. That'd be one hell of a souvineer."
Chris blushed. "Please, Mr. Layfield... I really have to g back to work now!"
"Alright, then I'll make sure to find you again later..."
For the next few weeks, Bradshaw did keep up with his vow, and pestered Jericho till his wits ends. He was so demanding of him, never giving him a moments peace. By the end of the week, Chris had just about given up.
"Okay baby..." Bradshaw began approaching the small blonde on one of his breaks.
Chris sighed into the cup of coffee he was sipping out of. "...What, Mr. Layfield." He asked, no, more like demanded.
"John- Or JBL what ever you prefer." He smiled toothily at him. "I really want you to come down to Texas with me. See... You and I could do a lot of good things together. You're a smart, attractive, and talented young man.. And I know that you want the money to fund that silly garage band of yours with your brothers... you can bring them down too if you want!"
Chris gave a defeated sigh. "Oh fine. ...One week."
Sooner than they would have liked, Christian, Adam and Chris were jet setting down to Texas- their band equipment in tow. And who met them at the Dallas airport? None other than Hunter, and Kane.
"Why do we have to go here?" Christian whined quitely to Chris in the limo. "And the bald headed guy keeps looking at me all weird..."
"Yeah Chris, why'd you have to drag us into your little date abroad, huh?!" Adam hissed, shooting glares to the blonde American who kept giving him looks too. "I have an X games tourny coming up, damnit! I need to practice..."
"BECAUSE he said he would fund our band... And incase you two haven't noticed our crappy jobs aren't doing much of anything but cause us more stress than we need at 22, 20, and 18!"
The three Americans sitting on the other side of the limo smiled- mostly a wicked looking smile- to the three Canadians as they whisered back and forth. Bradshaw did reeally think the world of Chris- hell! He had a beautiful body, thats all any one really needed right? The other two... He had brought back for his comerades that had missed the meeting due to Winnepeg's nasty winter storm.
Bradshaw INSISTED that they all stay in his home- which could on average support 200 or more. And during that time, he single handedly worked on spilting the three blonde brothers up enough so Hunter and Kane could take what they wanted. Chris was not a happy man after a week had passed by.
"I want to go home, John. Your friends have got my brothers acting all weird! All they seem to want to do is spend money! We haven't even practiced once this whole time!"
Bradshaw looked up to Chris from his disk and smiled. "Oooh Chris, I'm sorry that you're not haveing a good time! Your brothers sure seem to be... Are you want to take that happiness away from them so soon?"
"Well I..." Chris stammered. He loved seeing his brothers happy. Maybe if they stayed another week or so... They'd see how foolish this all was and would want to go home. "Ohh... fine. I guess we can stay another week or so..."
And 'another week or so' QUICKLY became two weeks, three weeks... Four months, six months... During that time, Chris saw his brothers take on a drastic transformation... From being rough and tumble hard workers, to platic junky petticure and facial pampered bitches! And unfortunately- he saw himself change too. Bradshaw had so much money... He got used to wearing Versage and expenive name brand clothing. In fact, he liked it. By time a year had passed, Bradshaw had Chris so far gone on his lifestyle that when he popped the question...
"Yes!" Chris cried happily, leaping onto the taller man.
Chris Jericho became Chris Layfield.
The blonde wept on Eddie's chest as he finished his story. "I'm such a fool Eddie! I thought money was SO important that I made myself fall in love with a man who I HATED!"
"Mami... Don't cry." He murmured stroking his hair gently. "You're not a fool. Just some one who got snowed by lavish things..." Everyone does things for money... Eddie thought making a checklist of what he need to borrow from Bradshaw. I.E. one of the corvettes downstairs, a few silver candle sticks... Chris.
"You brought me back to my senses, Eddie... I only wish that I could have met you earlier! Then I wouldn't have married him... I would've married..."
"Me?" Eddie asked kissing Chris's fingers, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Yeah..."
Eddie remained quiet, letting that thought sink in slowly as he stroked Chris's hair.
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 6- Bradshaw's Proposition
Eddie had guided Chris up to his and Bradshaw's bedroom. They crawled up on the big bed, the latino man opening his arms for Chris to snuggle into. The blonde gave a small sigh.
"Take your time, mami." Eddie whispered into Chris's soft hair.
Chris sighed and nodded, listening to Eddie's heart beat as he spoke. "I followed him out into the hallway, fearing the worst. John was a big and important man. He was also angry enough to try and hurt me and my job. I'm sure if he snapped his fingers I would have been fired."
"What's your name, boy?"
"Ch-Chris Jericho." Chris stammered. "I'm sorry I spilled all that coffee on your suit, b-but I tripped on the rug! I would never intentionally pour anything on my customers!"
"Think you're smart, hmmm boy?"
"No! I know I'm a dumb blonde, sir!"
A flicker of thought went across Bradshaw's face and he smiled- a toothy grin that made the blonde feel very unsettled. "So you know your place then?"
That took Chris off guard. "Yeah, I guess."
"Good, people like you are what America needs, Chris."
"But we're in Canada, sir." Chris said somewhat dumbly.
"Ah and that really is a shame."
Chris's pretty blue eyes flickered angrily. "No it's not! How dare you insult my country!"
"Sh. Your place isn't to tell me what to say, it's to do as I say. You know... You are a real beauty."
Chris blushed hotly and turned his head to the side. "Please..."
"It's true. You've got the prettiest hair I've ever seen on a man." Bradshaw grinned reaching out to touch a lock of it. "It's so perfect."
"You think so...?" Chris asked as he turned his head to look up at the taller man.
"Yes. And look at these little pink lips..." Bradshaw smiled brushing his thumb over Chris's lower lip. "Completely kissable little lips..." He said licking his own.
"M-Maybe I should go..." Chris whimpered. "I should go see my brothers. They're probably worried about me."
He smiled and shook his head. "Why? It's your job to make sure all your customers are happy right? That's good business- and trust me, I know business." He smirked pushing him up against the wall.
"Mr. Layfield..." Chris gasped.
"What, are you nervous about kissing me, my little Canadian? I'm sorry, you must be put off by what a handsome man I am..."
Chris burst out laughing at that. "Handsome? You're a big goon with a silly accent!" He said giggling madly at the horrified expression on the larger man's face.
Bradshaw growled softly. "You little, rotten..."
"I'm sorry..." He whispered and looked up at the taller man. "I didn't mean to insult you."
He frowned softly to Chris. No one had ever said 'no' to him. Defeated he leaned against the wall with a pout on his face.
Chris felt bad. He didn't mean to hurt this man's feelings... He walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I want you to kiss me, Mr. Layfield."
"Well I don't want to pity kiss you." Bradshaw snapped.
"I mean it! If you're so good, then kiss me and prove it!"
"Fine." Bradshaw turned around, pushing Chris up against the wall. He brought his lips down on the blonde's, sweeping his tongue across them.
Jericho pratically melted against him, feeling flush and kind of faint. Long had it been since he was kissed, especially this well. Despite his looks, poor Jericho never really had offers to go out on dates- and only had one real boyfriend in the past.
"Wow baby, that sure was VERY nice! God damn..." Bradshaw smiled running his thumb down Chris's face. "You know... I'd sure love to take a pretty young thing like you back with me to Texas. That'd be one hell of a souvineer."
Chris blushed. "Please, Mr. Layfield... I really have to g back to work now!"
"Alright, then I'll make sure to find you again later..."
For the next few weeks, Bradshaw did keep up with his vow, and pestered Jericho till his wits ends. He was so demanding of him, never giving him a moments peace. By the end of the week, Chris had just about given up.
"Okay baby..." Bradshaw began approaching the small blonde on one of his breaks.
Chris sighed into the cup of coffee he was sipping out of. "...What, Mr. Layfield." He asked, no, more like demanded.
"John- Or JBL what ever you prefer." He smiled toothily at him. "I really want you to come down to Texas with me. See... You and I could do a lot of good things together. You're a smart, attractive, and talented young man.. And I know that you want the money to fund that silly garage band of yours with your brothers... you can bring them down too if you want!"
Chris gave a defeated sigh. "Oh fine. ...One week."
Sooner than they would have liked, Christian, Adam and Chris were jet setting down to Texas- their band equipment in tow. And who met them at the Dallas airport? None other than Hunter, and Kane.
"Why do we have to go here?" Christian whined quitely to Chris in the limo. "And the bald headed guy keeps looking at me all weird..."
"Yeah Chris, why'd you have to drag us into your little date abroad, huh?!" Adam hissed, shooting glares to the blonde American who kept giving him looks too. "I have an X games tourny coming up, damnit! I need to practice..."
"BECAUSE he said he would fund our band... And incase you two haven't noticed our crappy jobs aren't doing much of anything but cause us more stress than we need at 22, 20, and 18!"
The three Americans sitting on the other side of the limo smiled- mostly a wicked looking smile- to the three Canadians as they whisered back and forth. Bradshaw did reeally think the world of Chris- hell! He had a beautiful body, thats all any one really needed right? The other two... He had brought back for his comerades that had missed the meeting due to Winnepeg's nasty winter storm.
Bradshaw INSISTED that they all stay in his home- which could on average support 200 or more. And during that time, he single handedly worked on spilting the three blonde brothers up enough so Hunter and Kane could take what they wanted. Chris was not a happy man after a week had passed by.
"I want to go home, John. Your friends have got my brothers acting all weird! All they seem to want to do is spend money! We haven't even practiced once this whole time!"
Bradshaw looked up to Chris from his disk and smiled. "Oooh Chris, I'm sorry that you're not haveing a good time! Your brothers sure seem to be... Are you want to take that happiness away from them so soon?"
"Well I..." Chris stammered. He loved seeing his brothers happy. Maybe if they stayed another week or so... They'd see how foolish this all was and would want to go home. "Ohh... fine. I guess we can stay another week or so..."
And 'another week or so' QUICKLY became two weeks, three weeks... Four months, six months... During that time, Chris saw his brothers take on a drastic transformation... From being rough and tumble hard workers, to platic junky petticure and facial pampered bitches! And unfortunately- he saw himself change too. Bradshaw had so much money... He got used to wearing Versage and expenive name brand clothing. In fact, he liked it. By time a year had passed, Bradshaw had Chris so far gone on his lifestyle that when he popped the question...
"Yes!" Chris cried happily, leaping onto the taller man.
Chris Jericho became Chris Layfield.
The blonde wept on Eddie's chest as he finished his story. "I'm such a fool Eddie! I thought money was SO important that I made myself fall in love with a man who I HATED!"
"Mami... Don't cry." He murmured stroking his hair gently. "You're not a fool. Just some one who got snowed by lavish things..." Everyone does things for money... Eddie thought making a checklist of what he need to borrow from Bradshaw. I.E. one of the corvettes downstairs, a few silver candle sticks... Chris.
"You brought me back to my senses, Eddie... I only wish that I could have met you earlier! Then I wouldn't have married him... I would've married..."
"Me?" Eddie asked kissing Chris's fingers, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Yeah..."
Eddie remained quiet, letting that thought sink in slowly as he stroked Chris's hair.
TBC