Congratulations!

Chris narrowed his eyes, did Wade really think that he could make Chris Jericho crack. "The drive," Chris stated simply, picking up his bags with the scowel still sketched into his features.

"Damn you." Wade smirked, picking up his own bags and following Chris to the car.

"I am the best at what I do, how many times to I have to say it?" Chris was still scowling, as they got into the car.

Wade shook his head as he drove back to the hotel. They walked up to their hotel room. Wade set his things down on the floor as he stepped inside.

"Damn its hot in here." Chris said as he took his shirt off and put it in his bag. Chris wouldn't admit it but he had gained weight and was a little un comforatable with his body.

Wade's breath hitched in his throat and all he managed was a nod in agreement.
It certainly was now that Chris was shirtless. Wade stripped down into his boxers, cursing the fact that they had two seperate beds. He plopped down in his own.

Chris stared at Wade when he wasn't looking. His was not sure that he had the hots for his rookie and he didn't mind, he liked Wade. Chris striped down to his boxers and got in his bed, eyes Wade from the corner of his eye.

Wade quietly stepped out of his own bed and laid beside Chris in his. He immediately regretted this confident decision. It was so unlike him. It was too late to crawl out now, the bed had shifted with his weight so Chris had to know he was there.

Chris breathing caught in his throat at Wade being so close, in the same bed...with him. Chris scooted over so Wade had plently of room. Chris had no idea wha Wade was doing but if he could be close to Wade it was fine with him.

Wade knew he shouldn't push his luck. But Chris hadn't objected to them sharing a bed so he had to try. This could possibly be the last chance he had with Chris. He reached a hand out to Chris's back which was facing him. His fingers ran ever so gently down it, stopping inches away from the elastic on his boxers.

Chris couldn't breath as he felt Wade's fingers ghoast over his back and down to his boxers. Chris waited, hoping Wade was doing what Chris thought he was but Chris didnt want to do somethng and then have Wade be like "What the hell are you doing you fag!" That would kill Chris.

Wade paused, waiting for the protesting to start. It didn't. So he moved closer, so his chest was touching Chris's back. He let his lips gently attach to Chris's neck, sucking slightly.

Chris made a mewing noise and pushed back against Wade. His hand raeching back and coming to rest and Wade's abs.

Wade smirked.
Chris felt the same as he did.
"Chris you want this?" He asked for confirmation.

"No Wade, its normal for me to do this with people." Chris stated sarcastically. "Yes I want this, I have wanted it for a while."

Wade chuckled. Only Chris could find time for a sarcastic response at a time like this.
Wade let his hand slide down Chris's boxers and began palming his cock.

Chris moaned out and arched his back, he had not been expecting such a bold move. Chris's semi hard cock was growing harder and harder. Chris let his hand slid down into Wade's boxers, letting his fingers ghoast over Wade's dick in a teasing manner.

"Oh it seems as if I have the amazing Chris Jericho speechless." Wade smirked. Directly after the words left his mouth a sharp gasp followed them. Chris's finger's just gently brushed past the head of his cock.

"K-Keep talking Barret." Chris gulped as he let a finger run over the slit on the head of Wade's cock. Wade was killing him. "God thats so good." Chris moaned.

"What about this, how's this feel?" Wade smirked, sliding his hand around Chris's hips to his ass. He let a single finger tease his hole, not sliding the whole way in just yet.

Chris held back a scream, that was so good. "Oh God, Wade." Chris breathed out hotly, pushing back against the finger.

"You want it in you?" He asked seductively, teasing Chris's hole, finger dipping in and out of the crack of his perfectly globed ass.

"Oh, God yes. Wade damnit you tease. FUCK ME!" Chris screamed, he had wanted this for to long and he was ready for it. Chris's hand gripped Wade's cock firmly.

Wade chuckled at how impatient Chris was becoming.
He stood, ignoring the small whimper and grabbed a tube of lube out of his bag. He slid down Chris's boxers for better acces, then took off his own although he planned on dragging this out. He squirted a small blob out onto his finger, smearing it up Chris's hole.
He then gently eased his finger into Chris.

Chris groaned, it felt so good. Chris was a vetren one finger didn't hurt him. "I said fuck me, not finger me Wade." Chris growled, eyeing Wade's cock hungrily.