Title: Make It Better

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Jericho/Phil, John/Phil, Jeff/Adam

Summary: Sequel to Please, Don't Leave Me. Chris has finally pushed Phil too far. After his actions on Raw, it seems as if there is no way for him to redeem himself in Phil's eyes. Is there any way to make it better?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash

Part: 8/?

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Phil reached for the phone and dialed the all-too-familiar number. His husband answered before the second ring. "Hello?" Chris' voice floated over the line.

"C-Chris?" Phil's voice trembled as he said his husband's name. It felt like forever since he had heard his voice.

"Baby?" Chris sounded shocked, but continued. "Philly, what's the matter?"

"I miss you." Phil swallowed hard, and felt tears burn at his eyes.

Almost as if Chris could see him, Chris was quick to placate him. "Shh, baby-boy. Please, don't cry. You know that I hate it when you cry…"

Phil sniffled, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palm pathetically. "I just… I just really wish you were here. I don't want to be without you. I'm sorry about what I said. I know it hurt you."

"It doesn't matter, baby-boy. All of that is history. All that matters to me is you. Are you okay?"

"No." Phil answered honestly. "I need you."

Chris was silent for a moment, and Phil was worried that he had lost him. Finally, he started to speak again. "Where are you, baby-boy?"

"I'm at my mom and dad's house." Phil said.

"You know that I'll be there as soon as I can, baby-boy. But… we're looking at four hours at the least." Chris sighed. "Do you think you can hold out till then?"

"Y-Yeah…" tears slowly leaked from his olive-colored eyes. "…but…"

"But what, sweetheart?"

"Could you… talk to me? Just until I fall asleep." Phil asked hesitantly.

"Of course, baby-boy. Whatever you want."

Phil smiled, the tears finally slowing as Chris' warm voice flowed over the line. There weren't words to describe how much he had missed hearing that voice speak to him lovingly, telling him that everything was going to be okay. He wondered how he had lasted all of this time, purposefully hurting the owner of that voice. Even though Chris had hurt him first, it still didn't excuse what he had done. After a few moments, the tears ceased completely. He relaxed into the bed completely, finally able to fall asleep.

On the other end of the line, Chris smiled when he heard Phil's soft snores. The pleasant conversation was a welcome twist from the conversations that they had been having as of late. Quickly, he ended the call and set the phone aside. Not really knowing what to pack or how long he would be there, he threw all of their suitcases into his rental and started for the airport like a madman. Most would think he was drunk. But Chris knew the truth. He wasn't drunk… he was in love.

(Four and a Half Hours Later)

Phil flinched when he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind, and soon after a firm body pressed against him. But the owner of the body softly shushed him, reaching up to twirl a dark hair around his finger. The familiar scent of his husband washed over him. Chris! Quickly, he wrestled out of the man's hold, only so he could turn around and throw his arms around the man's muscular body. Chris laughed, cradling the smaller form in his arms. He had missed this so much.

"I am so sorry about what I said to you." Phil said honestly. "You know that I didn't mean it."

"I know baby-boy. I know." Chris answered, trying to calm the Straight-Edge Savior.

Without taking the time to think properly, Phil climbed on top of the larger man and kissed him hard. Chris' eyes widened as he felt Phil's hips thrust down against his own, both of them already sporting impressive erections from the kiss alone. This wasn't like Phil. Normally; Phil would want to talk the entire situation to death. He had trouble conveying his emotions, but he loved to talk. That was something that Chris would never understand. But, right now, talking was the last thing on his mind.

Maybe it was a mistake to let him get away with it, but right now, Chris wasn't really thinking straight. It had been far too much time since he had had his baby like this, and it was clouding his judgement. The talking could wait until later. Phil's hands knotted into the material of his shirt and tore it in half, ripping it off of his chest and covering his lips in a breathtaking kiss before he had the chance to protest. Not that he would have, anyway. Trailing further downward, he slid Chris' belt out of the loops and tossed it aside, before he started to unbuckle his pants.

However, before he could take them all the way off, Chris rolled over so that Phil was on the bottom and started to work on his pants. Silently, Phil thanked whoever would listen that he had taken his shirt off when he had first arrived… it certainly saved time. Phil's jeans flew to one side of the room, Chris' the other. The boxers followed shortly thereafter. There would be time for foreplay later. Quickly, Chris reached for the lube and went to slick his fingers, but Phil stopped him.

"No prep… I want to feel you… all of you. Take me now." Phil said.

"But baby, I don't want to hurt you…" Chris trailed off, uncertain.

"Take me now!" It was no longer a statement, but an order.

Not wanting to incur even more wrath from his beloved, Chris quickly slicked himself up and gently pressed the head of his cock to the younger man's entrance. When Phil thrust back against him impatiently, he quickly thrust in until he was balls-deep in the smaller man. Blunt nails dug into his back, urging him to move faster. It had been far too long since they had been intimate, and they both needed this. Chris slowly started to thrust, but that speed was not good enough for Phil. Somehow managing to flip them both over, Phil started to ride the older man.

The end came much too soon. Phil came first, arching his back as he slowly ground his hips down onto Chris. Chris moaned, throwing his head back as he filled Phil to the brim with his seed. When they came down from their high, Phil slid off of Chris' manhood and curled into his husband's side. He didn't want to talk, but he knew that they would have to at some point. Chris gently stroked Phil's hair, relishing in the familiar presence of his baby.

"I love you so much, Chrissy." Phil said. "Promise me that this is behind us now?"

"I promise, baby."

"Do you love me, Chris?" Phil asked.

Chris nodded slowly. "I love you, baby. Forever."

Little did they know that the worst was still ahead…

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A/N: New Raw tonight, which means an update on the storyline! Stay tuned for the next update!