I stop by a random door, banging on it loudly. A rumpled, bleary eyed Chris Jericho pulls it open, looking more than a little annoyed. I push past him without even asking, walking into the middle of the room. This is as good a place as any to stay; all I need is a place to lay my head. And seeing as he doesn't have a room mate tonight, hopefully he won't object to my presence here.
I hear a low sound come from his throat, something like a growl. "Kurt, what the hell are you doing?" he snarls. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"Sorry," I apologize, not sounding the least bit sincere. "I need some place to crash."
"And what, pray tell, is wrong with your own room?" he growls, putting his hands on his hips.
I sigh deeply. "Noisy neighbors."
"Oh really?" He's still scowling. "Well that's tough! Get out!"
I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "No."
"Now!" he snarls.
"Would it be so much trouble for me to stay here?" I snap.
He keeps scowling at me, his eyes narrow. It's quiet for a moment, and I can almost see his mind working. His expression changes a little, a spark of interest coming across his face. "Kurt," he breathes, taking a step closer to me. "Have sex with me?"
I stare at him in shock. What the hell have I walked into here?
"W-what?" I stammer.
"Have sex with me," he repeats, an urgent need filling his eyes.
"Why are you asking me?" I stare at him, still not able to believe what I'm hearing.
"Kurt." His eyes are pleading now. "Please, take me. Use my body for your pleasure. Whatever you want, just, please....it's been so long since I was intimate with someone..." His voice trails off, and I can see the pain in his eyes. "After Benoit and I broke up, he trashed me to all the single guys," he whispers, his voice filled with hurt. "No one will so much as touch me now. Please. Please take my body, Kurt. Please."
I keep staring at him. I suppose I've been so obsessed with Christian recently, I haven't even noticed Chris' pain. Hell, I didn't even know the two of them broke up. Not that I've ever paid much attention to anything like that. But now I have to decide...should I do what he says? Should I use his body for my pleasure? Try and use him to replace my angel, my Christian? It would be using him...it would be just sex, for the purpose of sex...and that's wrong. I've always believed that's wrong. But right now, in this moment, it doesn't seem like it should be. He stands before me, so vulnerable, and so beautiful, in a way. It's been a while since I've been with anyone myself, and I know my body wants him.
What the hell? Maybe this can bring me some comfort, since nothing else has. I take him into my arms, kissing him frantically as I pull off the thin robe he's wearing. As I kiss him I push him back towards the bed, shoving him down onto the mattress and crawling on top of him. I let my body take over, letting all my built up lust and sexual tension run wild throughout my body. I take him roughly, forcefully. I touch him in ways I would never have touched Christian, my angel. I get some sort of primal satisfaction as he moans and writhes beneath me, pleading for more.
When it's over, I collapse on top of him, not even caring if I'm squishing him. My breath is thundering in my throat, my breathing so heavy it's almost painful. I hear him whimper, pushing on my chest until I roll off of him and onto the mattress. We just lay there beside each other, on the bed in which our quick, frantic encounter just happened. I feel so filthy, like total trash. I don't do one night stands. I just don't. And I don't feel better now....I don't miss Christian any less.
Before I can tear myself apart any more, my eyelids drift shut, exhaustion taking it's toll on my body and forcing me into the world of dreams.
THE END