Msg from Merc: First of all, this contains slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Secondly, apologies to Christa. I know I promised you I would never write slash, but I just couldn't resist. Finally, I have never written slash before, had never planned to but as I said, this was one that was screaming to be written, so if it sucks, more apologies.
"Jesus Jericho what the hell was that about?" Edge shouted as he entered the locker room from the shower area. Chris looked up in confusion. "What was what about?"
"What was what about." mimicked Edge. "Cause nobody knows more about beating than you, Tiger." he repeated Jericho's pre match verbal beating.
"Trash talk, there was nothing in it. I'm more surprised you didn't take offence at the 'Hanson haired' comment. " Chris bent down to take off his boots. Edge threw a towel at him. "I hate you."
"No you don't." Jericho pulled off his right boot and started unlacing the left. "You're just paranoid cause you think an innocent - well, semi innocent comment is gonna get taken literally. You got a gorgeous fiancee, any amount of mat rats trying to get you in the sack, and I vaguely remember reading in one of Ivory's magazines that 99% of guys do it and it turned out that the other one percent had lied about it. I do it, you do it, I bet even Rikishi does it."
"Ugh, that was a mental image I didn't want." muttered Edge shaking his head. "The point is, you promised you wouldn't say anything!"
"I haven't though have I?" Jericho shrugged calmly. "You and Christian are constantly raving on about 'Tiger Beat' it was the perfect trash talking comment. I checked with Vince before I went out and he loved it."
Enraged, Edge could only stare at him angrily. Chris grinned at him. "OK so there's something about getting in the ring that gets you hard and you have to jerk off after each match. Big fucking deal! You're not the only one, we all have problems with similar things, some of the others just have it under better control than you do."
"You fucking asshole." muttered Edge in a dangerously low voice. Now naked, Jericho just looked at him. "Edge, get over it, at the end of the day what are people going to remember about our match? That Christian is six degrees of separation from the editor of 'Tiger Beat' that I bagged the shit out of you and that I beat you to get to King of The Ring. Unless it’s one of those fanfic writers that Jeff was telling us about then they'll remember that I called you 'Tiger' and start a whole heap of slash stories."
"What's slash?"
"Trust me, it's probably better you don't know." Chris smirked, heading into a shower and adjusting the water. Edge's temper reached boiling point. Next thing Christ knew, he was being pinned against the wall, Edge's body pressed hard against his. "Fucking hell!"
"Listen to me." growled Edge in a low voice, his mouth inches away from Jericho's. "I don't care how many others do or don't do the same thing. I can't help it, I have a problem, and it's something I have to deal with. I really don't appreciate you working it into your mic time."
"I'm sorry I pissed you off ok?" The animal heat emitting from Edge and the fact that Edge's towel had fallen off was making it hard for Chris to remember the point of the conversation. "Look, there is nobody out there besides you who gives a shit over when you beat your meat or not. It wasn't personal."
Edge growled low in his throat, an animal sound that meant he was close to losing control. "When you do something like that you make it a personal matter."
Jericho just looked at him helplessly attempting to struggle free, but Edge had his wrists in a death grip. He wondered how Edge would react if he shared his problem with him. Probably hit him. Chris's problem was this - there was something about watching Edge in the ring that aroused Chris. And like Edge, he was feeling rather aroused right now.
"Just how personal are we talking?"
"Extremely." Edge's green eyes bored into his. Christ struggled again. "I wouldn't do that if I was in your position."
"Oh?" Chris's voice sounded slightly sarcastic. "And what would you be doing if you were in my position."
"This."
Suddenly Edge's lips were pressed against his, while their bodies were pressed even closer which Jericho hadn't thought possible. Moaning he opened his mouth to allow Edge's tongue access.
Edge's grip on Chris's wrists relaxed and he used the opportunity to run his fingers through Edge's silky blonde hair. Edge ran his hands down Jericho's sides and grasped his hips, pulling them hard against his. Jericho cried out in surprise as Edge's cock came into sharp contact with his. "You like that huh?"
"Oh god yes." moaned Chris. Edge kissed him roughly, attacking his mouth ferociously. His hands grasped Chris's ass and lifted him. Jericho wrapped his legs around Edge's waist. Edge pinned him against the wall and reached down to lightly wrap his hand around Jericho’s hard cock. "Edge for christs sake fuck me."
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Edges face and was gone against in an instant. "Got lube?"
Jericho reached over and grabbed the bar of soap, lathering his hands up. Reaching down, he took hold of Edge's cock and stroked it lightly, till it was covered in froth. Edge's green eyes glittered like emeralds. "Ready?"
"Yes." The word had barely left Chris' mouth before Edge was thrusting into him. Gasping at the sudden intrusion Jericho clenched his ass muscles around Edge’s cock. Edge moaned. "Whoa, relax, just relax."
Chris willed himself to relax and he quickly adjusted to the feeling of having Edge inside him. They moved together quickly, urgently Edge’s hand reaching down to stroke Chris’s cock in time with the thrusts.
It wasn’t long before Chris shouted out, arching his back and came all over Edge’s hand and chest, which was quickly washed away by the water from the shower. Edge thrust roughly into Jericho a few more times, then came with a muffled shout.
After a few minutes in which they both caught their breath, Edge slid out of Jericho and let him onto the floor. They looked at each other uncertainly for a minute, then Edge leant forward, cupping Jericho’s face in his hands and kissed him gently.
Jericho kept his eyes closed as Edge broke the kiss and when he opened them again, Edge had vanished.
