Fic: Episodes of Getting Laid VII: Bite Me (Edge/Jericho)

[niki_chidon]

raisingkane asks and I deliver. It's not much, but at least it's our blond Canadians;)

Title: Episodes of Getting Laid VII: Bite Me
Author: Niki
Fandom: WWE
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Rating: R
Pairing: Edge/Jericho
Series: Timewise this is a prequel to the whole series.
Summary: In the beginning


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Bite Me!
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Hi. I'm Adam, but you probably know me as 'Edge'. But I'm not here to talk about me, oh no. I'm here to talk about someone way more interesting.

Chris Jericho. Y2-fucking-J. The Ayatollah of... you get the point. I've known him for ever. We've always had this love-hate relationship... as, you know, friends and co-workers.

Right.

It's just that lately... Well, I've found myself looking at him not merely as a... a... well, not in a manly way. Well, yes manly but... Goddammit.

Lately, I've realised how *delicious* he looks. When he grins...

You know that grin. The one that says 'I know you want me.' It's directed at the world, and the whole world agrees.

Or not.

But damn, I do, and half the roster does.

He does it in the promo shots. He gives it to the camera. But when he directs it at *you* you know he wants something from you.

And you'll give it to him gladly.

I'm so doomed.

Not that I'd ever let him see any of this. Oh no. No way am I giving him that much power over me.

But I can't help but being a bit more tense around him, and, given our volatile relations that is not a good thing. So we fight even more than usual.

I don't even know the reason, half the time.

And it's just getting so old.

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Here we go again. I don't even know what happened but we're doing it again.

Shouting and hurling insults, smack bang middle of a heated argument, and I'm getting so bored... but, damn, he looks *edible* when he's angry... Flashing eyes, heaving chest... oh yeah.

And getting distracted by his physique I totally miss what he is shouting at me, and he notices that.

"Bite me," he snaps, and I'm so fed up with the whole argument I think 'fine' and stalk over. Takes three long strides to get to him, and I can see his eyes getting larger with every step I take. Then I bent down, and do just that - bite down on his neck, hard.

"OW!"

I back down and he stares at me mouth open, anger gone as quickly as it arrived.

Then finally his sense of humour re-surfaces from under the shock and he starts to grin.

"So, if I'd said 'kiss my ass'..."

Damn that grin. Always makes me want to either punch him or kiss him.

This time it's definitely 'punch'.

"OW!"

And then I just walk away. I don't think I've ever done that with him before.

Always used to stick around to the bitter end.

"Hey!"

He's yelling after me but I don't turn to look. Is he following? Don't give a damn. I've had enough. Really and truly.

Sometimes friends, sometimes enemies, and I'm just so fed up with it.

Fed up with him flirting with everything that moves, including me.

Fed up with wanting and not having.

But most of all him. Him being so goddamn BLIND. And STUPID. And...

Suddenly a strong pair of arms grabs me from behind and I brace myself for attack.

"Don't you fucking *dare* walk away from me!"

"We're through, so I'm gone."

"Dammit, we're *not* done!" he growls, and then he's kissing me.

Uhh, what? I've heard about people kissing people to insult them but this
doesn't feel like that. It feels... hungry. And when did my body think it a good idea to kiss him back?

He growls in my mouth. Goddammit. I'm shivering. Don't do this... but I can't fight him, fight this.

He's not interested in talking about this any more than I am, it seems. We just stand there, in the middle of the corridor, devouring each other.

"Jeez, guys, get a room!"

The random passer-by's comment makes us pause but Chris is not letting go of me, and damn, he's grinning that grin.

"Good plan! Let's go!"

Just like that. He's willing to accept this new aspect of our complicated
relationship... just like that?

"No."

"What do you mean 'no?'"

"It's the opposite of 'yes'. I said no. I'm not doing this."

"But you want me."

Smugness is *not* attractive, Chris.

"Not enough."

Bullshit. But I'm not too far gone to retain some sense of self-preservation. If we do this... if I let him see...

He raises a disbelieving eyebrow, and his smile says 'oh yeah?' and damn, he's kissing me again, and I'm not a man enough to resist.

My arms are full of a very determinate Canadian, and my body is responding predictably.

Of course I want him 'enough', want him too much. Can't fight him, or the fire we generate. There will be only one end to this, but, dammmit, I know it won't change anything *else*. It's just sex.

It won't make us lovers, it won't make us any better friends, it won't stop us from fighting. Still..

This is me not giving a damn. I know where I stand with him. But if this is all I can have, then I'm taking it.

I'm taking him.

Any way and any place and any position I can. For as long as it lasts, even if it's only for tonight.

And, if I have any say in the matter, we'll repeat that 'one night' over and over again. Who knows, maybe one day... Nah.

I'll stop thinking now, if you don't mind. I've got better things to do.

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