Chapter 22

Chris drove up the long driveway of his propety in his Range Rover with Dean next to him in the passenger seat. Dean's eyes grew wider as the large colonial style mansion came into view. The house was white and trimmed with grey along the borders. It had four large pillars going across the width of the house and they reached up to the second floor of the home just below the roof.

Jericho stopped the car in front of the house at the steps to the front door. He had a circular drive way with a fountain in the center that featured two dolphins leaping out of the water with the water spouting out of their mouths and back into the fountain.

Ambrose got out of Range Rover as soon as it had stopped and gazed up at the mansion. He whistled appreciatively. Chris came around the side of the vehicle to join him.

" Damn. Working for the WWE does have its benefits." Dean knew that it was well paying job but to see what he could eventually achieve was mind blowing.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and laughed. " Well yeah. You'll have your own mansion soon enough."

Dean shook his head. " Not this large. How many bedrooms does it have?"

" I think six."

Dean looked at Chris in amazement. " What the hell do you need six bedrooms for? Aren't you a single man?"

Jericho grinned. " Yeah but I might have friends over." He patted Dean on his shoulder.

Dean shot him a look. " I hope I'm more than just a friend."

Chris' face grew serious. He looked at Dean, studying him. " Yeah you are."

They got their bags from the car and Chris showed Dean through the house as they walked to the stairs. The downstairs was a large open plan area. With the living room and den on one side and the kitchen and dining room area on the other. They were separated by a curved marble staircase with black ornate cast iron railings. Chris walked ahead of Dean down the long hallway to the door at the end.

Chris opened the door and pushed it aside and waved his hand to usher Dean in before him. Dean's eyes opened wide and gasped involuntarily as he stepped inside. This was definitely the master suite. It was an enormous rectangular shaped room dressed in cool colours of white, cream and baby blue. The bed was a kingsized four poster bed with the softest looking sheets that Dean had ever seen with six inviting pillows at the head. The furniture was cane and bamboo in muted camel tones. The rug next to the bed was a soft baby blue that matched the light airy curtains . When Dean walked over to the curtains he pulled them back to reveal a sliding glass door that led to a balcony. Pushing back the door he stepped onto the balcony and saw that it overlooked a large olympic sized pool that contained the most mesmerizing topaz blue water.

Dean stepped back inside shaking his head in disbelief. " It's like a friggin resort in here."

Chris chuckled. " I take it that you like it?"

Dean looked around the room taking in the high valuted ceilings and the overall serendipity he experienced while in the room. " Definitely."

Chris set his bags next to the bed. " I'm glad."

Dean was still holding on to the handle bar of his suitcase. " So where am I going to sleep?"

Chris laughed softly and walked over to him. " You're so silly sometimes."

Dean looked at him questioningly as Jericho embraced him. " With me, silly."

Chris then kissed him. Taking his time loosing up Dean's lips with his. He had wanted to kiss him since they got on the plane. Dean with his unruly auburn hair and cool laid back demeanor was really getting to him. He felt Dean pulling him closer against his body and deepening the kiss. He was such a good kisser, Chris mused as Dean confidently stroked his tongue against his. A man could definitely get used to this.

Half an hour later Dean was lounging by the pool in a pair of board shorts. Being that they were in Canada, outside wasn't hot by a long shot but it was pleasantly warm for a spring day. Chris was in the kitchen making sandwiches for both of them. Dean laid his back against the soft oceanic blue cushion and closed his eyes. It didn't feel as if it was just this morning that he had the fight with Roman and Seth. He knew that he had hurt them and for that he was sorry but maybe with time they could realize that it was all for the best. At least that was what Dean tried to convince himself of. But he could feel his heart hurting. He loved Seth. He was a cheeky lovable imp who wore his heart on his sleeve. He loved Roman. He was a stone wall with a deep compassionate caring side. He loved both of them. He couldn't chose between them if he was asked to.

" Hey, you sleeping on me?"

Dean leisurely opened his pale blue eyes and looked at Chris with a sexy smirk on his face. Jericho was holding a tray that had two plates on it. Each plate contained what looked like a mountainous chicken club sandwich . He also had two cans of beer, probably Canadian on the tray as well.

" Nah. Just thinking." Dean sat up in the lounge chair as Chris rested the tray on the table between them. Jericho handed Dean a plate and then sat down on another chair next to the table.

" About what?" Chris took a bite of the sandwich.

Dean held half of the sandwich in his hand. " About how many times you probably had sex in the pool?" He took a bite of the sandwich and grinned.

Jericho nearly choked on the part of the sandwich that he was swallowing. Dean was certainly not shy. " Not as often as you would think."

Dean held his gaze as he took another bite of the sandwich. " I guess we would have to do something about that."

After they had finished eating, Jericho was sipping his beer looking at the pool and beyond into the gardens. He was trying not to think about Dean's suggestion. But as usual, when one tries not to think about something, that was all the person ever thought about. His cock was already getting hard at the thought of being with Dean again. He wasn't the most talkative partner but he had such a relax aura that just put Jericho at ease. Although when he thought about it. He didn't really know much about him. There seemed to be an invisible wall around him that prevented anyone from getting too close. Chris didn't worry too much about it though. He thought that in time Dean would let his guard down around him.

He was brought back to reality by something tugging on his hand. He looked up to see Dean looming above him, trying to pull him up. He obliged and stood up. Chest to chest. He could feel a slight tension between them as a crooked smile played on Dean's lips. Next thing Chris knew was that he was aware of the sensation of Dean's mouth covering his. Plucking his lips between his soft red ones. He tasted like the beer that they had just consumed, bitter with an underlying sweetness.

Dean's hands were gliding down his back. He enjoyed feeling Dean's slightly calloused fingertips against his skin. Dean's hands stopped at the waistband of his shorts and then his hands went underneath the waistband, palming Chris' ass. Jericho grinded his hips against Dean as a response. He could feel that Ambrose was hard as well. Their kisses started to become more intense as they breathed harder against each other.

Ambrose pushed Chris's shorts past his hips and they dropped to the ground and Chris did the same to him. Their flesh were hot against each other as the friction between their cocks rubbing was taking both of them to the tipping point. Dean pulled away abruptly from Chris and pulled him towards the pool. He went in the shallow end so that his feet touched the ground and Chris followed him.

Roughly he pushed Chris against the edge the pool. His hands all over Jericho's body touching him erratically. " I always wanted to have sex in a pool."

Chris felt the wall digging into his skin but he was also turned on by his sudden wild movements. Dean's auburn hair was wet and stuck to his scalp. His hands were moving all over his body without any rhyme or reason. Kneading and probing at different areas as if he was some sort of a strange specimen. It was different to say the least but Chris liked it. Especially since his legs were spread and Ambrose was standing in between them and he could his hard cock pressing against his butt cheeks. He couldn't wait for Dean to take him.

" So this is a fantasy of yours huh?" Chris groaned as Dean pressed his tongue flatly against his neck and slid it down to the part where his neck connected to his shoulder. Then Dean lightly nibbled the flesh there while flicking his tongue out to soothe the redness.

" Yeah," Dean mumbled as he continued to assualt Chris' neck and shoulder with his mouth. " What's yours?"

Chris could barely find his voice to speak as Dean lifted his legs and kneeded his ass cheeks apart while still kissing his neck and the sides of his face.

" A threesome maybe."

Dean paused over Chris' face. His face only mere inches above Jericho's. Chris' words brought him instantly to the night that he, Roman and Seth had spent together. His cock twitched as he remember the pure euphoria of that night. Dean tried to shake the thoughts from his mind when he saw that Chris was watching him intently.

" The legendary Y2J never had a threesome?" Dean playfully teased him. " I don't believe it."

Chris positioned himself so that the head of Dean's cock was right at his entrance. He shook his head. " This one time I was going to try it but I was so drunk that I ended up passing out."

Dean laughed and then pressed Chris' arms against the edge of the pool. Chris then wrapped his legs around Dean's waist. Dean stared straight into Chris' deep blue eyes as he pushed into him. Even though they were in the water, it wasn't as much slip as if he had used lube. He saw Chris' face contort into a grimace as he entered him. Inside Chris was nice and warm. He kissed Chris softly and slowly on the lips. Outlining Jericho's lips with the tip of his tongue to distract him from the pain that he was experiencing. Eventually Chris started to relax and Dean began to pump into him. He enjoyed hearing Chris' low deep groans in his throat as they fucked in the pool. Chris was becoming undone in Dean's arms as his strokes purposely hit that pleasure button of nerves inside of him. Chris bucked his hips against Dean's and soon they were going in rhythm with each other.

A few minutes later Chris was reaching his climax. He didn't expect to get there so quickly but Dean was hitting him in the right spot and his dick felt so good inside of him.

" Oh fuck!" Chris sunk his fingertips into Dean's shoulders as he released his cum into the water.

Dean started stroking away harder inside of Chris. " I'm almost there baby."

Chris grinded his hips down hard on Dean's cock.

" Oh holy shit!" Dean exclaimed as he released inside of Chris' sweet ass.

He collapsed against Chris' chest as his heartbeat continued to race. Jericho placed his feet back on the bottom of the pool and held Dean to his body, kissing him softly at the temple.

" That was great wasn't it?" He asked softly.

Dean nodded against his shoulder. " Yeah."

Chris tugged Dean's hair gently and pulled him back from his shoulder. He kissed Dean firmly. Grinding his lips against his. He was in control now. He kissed Dean with a primal urgency that he didn't know that he was capable of. He felt Dean's cock getting harder, growing against his stomach as his fingers dugged into Dean's scalp keeping his head in place.

Dean allowed Chris to be in charge of the heated kiss. For once the situation was out of his hands and someone else was directing him how to move and what to do. He had never been the submissive type but he decided that it wouldn't be bad to adopt the role once in a while.

Chris pulled his lips away from Dean. His eyes held a faraway gaze as if he was high from kissing Dean. Chris beheld the dishevled hair that fell over one blue eye. The five o' clock shadow and the bruised red lips from the kissing. He grasped Dean's face firmly between his hands.

" You're fucking gorgeous." Chris' eyes roamed wildly all over Dean's face. " Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?"

Dean felt himself blushing at Chris' remarks. He didn't know what to say.

Chris kissed him briefly on the lips. " So fucking gorgeous." He whispered against Dean's lips.

Dean could tell that Chris was falling hard for him. God only knew that he hadn't done anything much to deserve it.

He gently tugged on Chris' hands. " C'mon let's get out of the pool. I'm turning into a raisin."

Jericho allowed Dean to lead him out of the pool, admiring his shapely ass as he did so.

Later that night both Chris and Dean laid nude in the bed. Chris was spooning Dean, peppering kisses along his shoulders and back. Dean felt contented as Chris did this. He felt his body relaxing after a long day.

" Dean," Chris' voice was by his ear.

" Hmmm?"

" How come you don't have," Chris suckled on Dean's earlobe. " a partner?"

Crap. Dean knew that this was coming. He tried to remain as calm as possible as he answered. " I just don't, I guess."

" Oh." Chris brushed his hand down the side of Dean's body and sliding across his body until he reached Ambrose's semi-hard dick. He casually brushed his fingers across the manhood. " That must be a bit difficult for you."

Chris felt Dean tense a little against him.

" Why do you say that?"

Chris removed his hand from Dean's dick and slid the palm up to his abs. " I guess because you have to see Seth and Roman together."

When Dean didn't respond Chris continued. " Maybe you would like to have what they have." Chris dropped his hand back down to Dean's dick holding it gently between his fingers.

Dean suddenly felt very uncomfortable and pulled away slightly from Chris. Jericho sat up in the bed and looked at him. " What gives?"

Dean figgitted with the bed sheets and tried to smile at Chris but the effort died on his lips.
" Nothing. It's just that..." His voice trailed off.

" It's just what?" Dean could hear the frustration in Chris' voice.

Dean sat up on the bed and faced him. This was the one time in his life that he wished he was wearing some sort of underwear.

" It's just that I don't do relationships okay?" He glanced at Chris nervously hoping that he would accept his flimsy excuse.

" That's bullshit." Chris grabbed ahold of Dean's shoulders firmly.

" Why don't you just tell me the truth?"

Dean looked down on the bed and around the darkened room. Anything to avoid Chris' intruding eyes.

" Dean." Chris said firmly. " I won't let go of you until you do."

Dean dropped his head and shook it firmly. Fuck. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He had just wanted to get away from it all.

" Dean," Chris' voice was gentler now. " Is there someone else?"

Ambrose shook his head. " No. I don't have a partner."

" That doesn't mean that you aren't in love with someone else."

" It doesn't matter. I've burned that bridge. They don't want me any longer."

Chris cupped Dean's chin and brought his face up to his. " Are you sure? You don't seem like the type to pine after someone who doesn't want you."

Dean could feel his emotions starting to churn like waves during a hurricane. He tried to bury and forget how he felt about Seth and Roman but it wasn't working.

" I'm a fuck up Chris. I fuck everything that I touch up."

Chris' eyes became more compassionate. " That's not true. Look at how far you've come in your career."

Dean shook his head. " That doesn't matter. I fuck up people. I take people that care about me and twist and play with their emotions until they fucking hate me. That's what I do."

" I don't hate you." Chris tried to reassure him.

" Oh but you will. Give me time. You will see the bastard that they all see." Dean nodded knowingly.

Chris tired a different approach. " Did they, whoever this person is, say that they hated you?"

Dean shook his head again. " That's the funny thing. They said that they loved me. That they still wanted to be with me. They can't see that I'm no good for them."

It wasn't lost on Chris that Dean kept on saying 'they' instead of 'he' or 'she'. He was disappointed in learning how Dean's true feelings ran but he knew it would be pointless to persue someone who was in love with someone else.

Chris placed a comforting arm around Dean's shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek. " I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're so scared of someone loving you that you pushed them away when they get close to you. You don't think that you deserve that love so you try to shut them out."

Dean laughed feebily. " What are you? A shrink?"

Chris chuckled softly. " No. Just a friend." He kissed Dean on his forehead and the younger man smiled appreciatively at him.

Jericho pulled Dean onto the bed next to him. " C'mon. Time to get some sleep."

Dean kissed Chris lightly on the lips. " Okay."

Ambrose rested his head against the silky soft pillow and soon he was fast asleep.

When he awoke the next morning he saw that Chris was already dressed and was sitting down in a chair watching him. Dean's suitcase was next to him.

Dean rubbed his eyes and looked at Chris. " What's going on?"

Jericho looked at him thoughtfully. " You need to leave."

" What?" Dean's brain instantly jumped into motion at those words. " Why?"

" Because you're in love with someone else." Chris looked at him and sighed. " And the more time I spend around you, the more I like you."

Dean got out of bed stark naked as the day he was born and walked over to Chris. He didn't bother to cover himself. He didn't care.

He saw Chris' eyes move appreciatively over his body taking a good long look at his semi-hard cock before moving back to his face.

" Can't we talk about this?" He stopped infront of Chris' chair pleading with him.

Chris stood and shook his head. " Dean please. Look at you. You're fucking beautiful and I can't have you. I won't be satisfied unless I have all of you. Your body and your soul. I can't do this."

Dean embraced Jericho, holding him close against his body. Chris was right. It wasn't fair what he was doing to him. But he didn't feel that Seth or Roman would take him back either after how he had acted. Chris brushed his cheek against Dean's feeling his day old beard scratch against his freshly shaven skin. His lips found Dean's and kissed him passionately, knowing that it was probably the last time he would get to do this. He took in the feel of Dean's lips and the movement of his tongue against his own. How Dean's body felt flush against his. He kissed those red lips one last time before pulling away.

That messy auburn hair falling across his forehead. Those light blue eyes that took in everything but yet revealed nothing.

" You have to go Dean."

A/N: Now Jericho's done with Dean, what's a man to do?