Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE Superstars featured in this fic. I wish I could borrow them, though...
Rated: M
WARNINGS: slash, m/m pairings & sex, character death, blood and gore, explicit language, & other graphic scenes
Angry voices rose up among the men. Phil rose to his feet and raised his voice over the complaints. "We're going to need a source of water. That's our main priority. Then we're going to need food and warmth. Since we're probably going to be stuck out here for a while, we should just accept the fact and take the cards life handed us and use 'em." Phil looked around at the men briefly before speaking again. "Big Show! I want you to take Cody, Santino, Alberto, and Daniel to find a fresh water source. Make sure you leave a big trail behind you so you can find your way back. Might I suggest someone drag a stick deep into the earth as you walk?"
"Sure thing, Punk," Big Show said, gathering up his group before heading off the bus.
"Kane, will you take Zack and Miz on a food gathering expedition?"
"Sure," Kane spoke, ushering Miz and Zack off of the bus. Phil turned towards Randy and gave him a brief nod.
"Randy, take Cena and Christian along the woods. Christian knows a great deal about edible plants, so maybe we could find some nourishment there."
The three men left the bus and headed off. Phil looked back and saw Sheamus and Jericho, who had a nasty smirk set on his face, left on the bus. He hadn't even noticed that he left Y2J to inevitably go on a search with himself. He groaned, knowing that he'd have to leave the reliable Irish man to guard the bus and take Jericho off by himself.
"Sheamus, I want you to stay here and guard the bus. If Herbert comes back around, I want to know why he left and why our shit is missing," Phil spoke. Sheamus gave him a brief nod. "Jericho, you and I are going to find some fire starters or something to keep us warm."
Jericho got out of his seat and followed Phil off of the bus. Phil handed Chris a long, sturdy stick and instructed him to leave a trail behind them.
"Sure thing," Chris said sweetly, positioning the stick behind his body. Phil rolled his eyes once and started off through clearer parts of the woods.
"You think we're gonna find any dry wood out here, Phil?" Chris asked innocently. Phil narrowed his eyes and tried to ignore the Canadian and his remarks. "It's so wet and chilly. I hope we can find something to heat us up."
Phil bit his lip and willed his dick to stop twitching upwards. He'd be damned if he let the douche find out he would give his life to bend him over a table and shove his dick so far up his ass he saw stars. As they continued on, however, Jericho shut his mouth and eventually Phil went limp again. He breathed a sigh of relief as he and Chris continued searching for any dry pieces of wood, a task that proved very difficult in the rainy climate. After over an hour of searching, Phil finally threw his hands in the air and sighed with defeat.
"It's no use. Everything out here is drenched," he groaned, turning to face Chris. The t-shirt he had been wearing when they left the bus was gone, and the rain collected on his sturdy chest and ran down the carved-out grooves in his abdomen. Phil pulled his eyes away from the spectacle and forced himself to look into the blue eyes of the other man.
"Let's go back, then," Chris murmured. He let Phil lead the way as he fought to see the line Jericho left in the ground. After a couple hundred feet, though, the line disappeared altogether. Phil failed to realize that the rain would easily and quickly wash away any line or footprint put into the sodden ground. His heart skipping a beat, he turned to face Chris.
"The line stops here," The Straight Edge Superstar informed the blond. Phil watched Chris' eyes widen with terror before he dropped to his knees and let out a wail.
"What do you mean?" He asked frantically. "I left a deep line all the way out here! How can it be gone already?"
"The rain," Phil sighed, flicking his lip ring. "It washed it away in no time at all. Why don't we walk a little further to try and find a sheltered area to get out of the rain for a bit?"
Phil helped the Canadian to his feet and through the woods. They finally came across a sheltered area among some rocks, and crawled underneath and into it. It was like a short cave of sorts, and there were no traces of animals making it their home. Phil groaned and lay on his stomach, his face to the opening of the cave. He shut his eyes and tried to calm himself. He felt Jericho scooting up next to him, and felt the blond brushing against his skin.
"I'm cold," Chris complained. Phil looked into Chris' eyes and saw tears welling in them. He never knew Chris was such a pansy, but couldn't help but try to comfort the charming man.
"It's okay. We'll get out of here soon." Phil was never really good at soothing people, but he tried his best. Phil watched as a tear dropped from Chris' blue eyes and ran down his cheek. Not thinking, he used his thumb to brush it away. Chris gave him a weak smile.
"I'm glad you're brave, because I'm not," he confessed, rolling into Phil's side. He felt his heart race at the skin-to-skin contact with the irresistible blond. "Will you suck me off?"
"What?" Phil exclaimed, shying away from the man. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"Phil, it's no secret that you like me," Chris explained, looking up at Phil with a pout. "I promise I won't tell anybody. But I'm scared and I want to feel better, so please-"
Phil cut Chris off by kissing the man on the lips firmly. The two rolled around a few times until Phil was on top, pressing his lips against Chris' passionately. Finally given an excuse to manhandle the man the way he wanted to, he was taking advantage of every moment of it.
"Mm… Punk, ah…"
Phil started to grind his groin against Jericho's. His erection was becoming painful, and Phil could easily see the indent of Chris' in his trunks. He wasted no time pulling his trunks to above his knee pads and exposing Chris' glory as well. His erection bounced against his stomach as Phil set it free from the fabric containing it.
"Just do it," Chris urged Phil, drawing his knees to his chest to give the raven-haired man better access to his nether regions. Phil grabbed hold of Chris' hips and lined himself up with the tiny pink hole presented before him. He pushed past the barrier and absorbed the yelps and shrieks of pleasure coming from the other man.
"Ah, Punk… So fuckin' tight… around your cock, yeah… ohm, uh – yeah, like that… Oh God, Punk…"
Phil thrust his way in and out of the hot tightness that was Chris Jericho. He panted and moaned loudly as he felt Chris' walls constrict around his length and pulsate with pleasure. It definitely put a new meaning to the term Walls of Jericho.
Phil felt himself approaching the end. Waves of pleasure radiated from his spine to his entire body as he shuddered inside the older man and left his seed in the warm channel. Chris' cock twitched and pulsated a few more times before he released his silky, white essence over his own stomach. Phil couldn't help but lean forward and lap it up from the rock hard abs, leaving a trail from his tongue along the grooves. Pulling out of Chris, he pulled his trunks back up and flopped onto the ground next to Chris. The blond shifted as he shrugged his trunks back up before leaning into Phil's side, panting heavily.
"Do you think someone's going to come looking for us?" Chris murmured, his body shivering from the cold. Phil wrapped his arms around Chris and pulled him close to keep him warm.
"I hope so," Phil murmured back. "Sheamus or Christian would know what to do. I'd trust Randy or Kane to find us, too."
"Why do you hate me?" Jericho asked suddenly. Phil shrugged his shoulders once and sighed slowly.
"Your ego and your attitude is a huge problem," Phil told him. "You're arrogant, bossy, irritating, unreasonable, snide, and rude. But at the same time, you're so irresistible it's not even funny."
"I could have guessed that last part," Chris snickered. "And hey, you gotta give me more credit than that! Yes, my in-ring behavior is shitty, but my normal behavior is much better."
"I'll give credit where credit is due," Phil spoke. "Besides, I was hoping that, especially after that, we'd be able to get to know each other for who we really are."
Chris gave a simple nod before resting his chin on his hands. Phil scooted the two backwards so the rain didn't splash their faces and spooned Chris on the uneven ground. Chris molded into Phil's body and the two dozed off, keeping each other warm.
A/N: I tried to make this fic different than my others. But I really can't resist Jeripunk smut. ;) Hope you enjoyed. Please Review!