The Clandestine Affair

Chris grunted, his seed spurting out to coat his toned stomach while he tried to catch his breath, acting like he wasn't out of it in the first place, like Heath had no effect on him, like this had not just been some of the most amazing sex he had ever experienced.

"You sound like A hick." Chris noted the other boy. He had no idea what made sex between him and Heath Slater so electrifying. Maybe it was because out of all the people Heath gave back what he got, Maybe because like Chris, he thought he was the most amazing thing since sliced bread. Maybe it was just something special between the two of them, either way he had never came so hard.

Chris sat for a moment, making sure he was put together before pushing Heath away from him, wincing as the other man's member came out of him with a wet "ploop". The older man stood and limped to the bath room, mumbling about having a shower.

"I'm from West Virginia, of course I sound like a hick. Dumbass."

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A few days later, Heath means simply to sneak into Chris and Wade's room, drop the matchbox for the club that he's going to be hitting, and leave. He doesn't intend on getting caught by Chris. So Heath does what he always does when he's caught with his hand in the cookie jar; he goes for broke.

He locks the door and shoves Chris up against the wall, crushing their mouths together. Heath is relentless, never giving Jericho a chance to catch his breath. His hands are just as intense, roaming over his body, slipping into his trunks, stroking him hard.

When Chris is hard and slick in his hands, Heath pulls away, winks and drops to his knees, taking Chris into his mouth, swallowing him down whole, bobbing hard on the blonde's cock.

Chris's eyes were wide as he looked down at the man on his knees, a wanton moan tearing from his throat. "Fuck you red headed idiot! Did I tell you to come to my locker r-" Another loud throaty moan cut him off, he wanted to be an ass but it was so hard with the man sucking him off.

Chris knew this was risky, someone could walk in at any minute for him, his lover Mike Mizanin for one, it was apparent Mike loved him but all the Miz was to him was a nice fuck and at the moment, he could only have Mike if they were in a relationship and he would like to keep Mike around so this was pushing it for him.

Heath has always had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in him: He was always the first one skinny dipping, he loved the eyes of the crowd on him at all times. When you're the life of the party, being stared at comes naturally.

But this... this is a whole 'nother animal. Anyone could walk in on them at any moment. The show could be over for him. He could be kicked off NXT, disgraced and humiliated... and he's never been more turned on in his life. The thrill of danger, knowing they could get caught, it was intoxicating.

He bobs harder and faster, determined to get him off better than he ever has in his life. Heath Slater is no one's second best.

But Heath Slater had never crossed paths with anyone quite like Chris Jericho before apparently. Chris was someone who did not need to be the center of attention but at times he did enjoy it, this was not the same for him as for Heath. He was not risking his job, if anything he was helping Wade if they got caught together.

"Damnit Heath!" Chris's fingers ran through the silky red locks, tangling themselves their so that maybe he could get control and guide Heath's mouth on him.

Chris would admit that Heath was probably the best fuck he had ever had but he still felt the need to fuck with the man, keep him coming back, give him a challenge to over come so that maybe he could continue to get that amazing sex he craved.

Barely faltering in his pace, Heath reaches up, digging his nails into the thin, delicate skin of Jericho's wrists. Though he doesn't say a word, the message is loud and clear: "My mouth, my pace, my rules."

He doesn't go so far as to pull Jericho's hands out of his hair. Truth be told, he likes the pain of it. Either people were too light and he felt like someone's cat being petted or they were too rough and trying to use his hair like some kind of joystick. Chris... Chris seemed to know exactly how hard to pull to maximize the pleasure.

He knows some people hate giving head, find it demeaning or gross. Heath's the opposite; he rather enjoys the act, both giving and receiving. Right now, he's in total control of Chris' pleasure. Heath could just up and leave at this moment and leave Jericho unfulfilled and wanting more. There's power to be had in that. It's definitely a thought to file away for next time.

But tonight, he wants something out of Chris and what better incentive than to give him a little taste of what's to come? He moves even harder, reaching up, massaging Chris' balls, eager to get him off as soon as possible. The redhead isn't so lost in the moment that he's lost track of time and place. Every second they're doing this, they could get caught.

Chris gave a low growl, rolling his shoulder as his lust clouded eyes narrowed on Heath. Hell No, he was Chris Jericho, he was ALWAYS in control and nothing would change that, especially not a crude sounding ginger.

The man let Heath adjust his hands, not really giving a damn about that. As long as he had Heath's mouth the man could do whatever the hell he wanted with his hands. Chris though, would not be responsible for his hard he thrusted his hips into the warm cavern that was Heath's mouth. It was either let him have the hair, or let him fuck your mouth until he was good and damn ready to stop.

A growl left Chris's throat, his gaze was trained down on the erotic site of Heath's mouth on him, sucking and bobbing, it was a site sexy enough to make some people ejaculate where they stood, Chris was not one of these people although he did enjoy it. Chris himself hated the act of giving head himself, even when he bottomed he did NOT give head and whoever he was with would deal with that or they could use their hand because nothing would change Chris....Well except maybe Heath.

"Damnit Heath!" Chris snarled, he was close to getting off, oh so painfully close he could hardly stand it. It made his eyes water, the pleasure was so intense and so fucking amazing. It didn't take much longer before Chris was cumming, still refusing to say Heath's name, he spurt his milky white seed deep inside Heath's warm mouth.

Heath finally breaks eye contact, his lashes fluttering as he swallows everything Chris has to offer. He pulls off slowly, his lips barely off Chris' length before they're curving into a smirk. Helpfully, he tugs Chris' tights back up, getting him ring ready. The redhead can't deny that he's already hard as hell, but he has no illusions about Chris returning the favour, Jericho most definitely wasn't the type.

He leans in, whispering hotly in the blonde's ear. "Eleven thirty." He whispers, slipping the matchbox for the club into Chris' still trembling hand. "I will be."

Arrogant smirk still in place, hair still madly touseled from Jericho's grip, Heath gives the older man a condescending pat on the cheek before sauntering out the door.