WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping with the Frenemy ❯ One-Shot

Title: Sleeping with the Frenemy

Author: Lucky Mosqueda

Email: lucky.mosqueda7@yahoo.com

Rating: R to NC-17

Genre: Slash/Comedy

Contents: Drunken sex, masturbation, and voyeurism.

Characters: Adam “Edge” Copeland, Chris Jericho, and Shawn Michaels

Character mentioned: Rebecca Hickenbottom

Spoilers: The HBK/Jericho feud.

Disclaimers: I don't own anyone.

Distributions: Want them? Ask me first.

Summary: A night of drinks leads two superstars to take risks they wished they would regret.

Author's Note: First time I wrote this pairing. You'll have to read who I've written about. Also, please do not read if this isn't your thing. Positive feedback's appreciated!

 

 

The last time the trio of Chris Jericho, Shawn Michaels, and Adam Copeland went out together was last year. All three of them were forced to room with each other whenever they were traveling on the road. That also included bar-hopping and morning sleep-ins. Shawn wasn't happy with how the Canadians were partying every night, nor their hangovers. He remembered doing that early in his career, and since accepting Christianity, he regretted it. At least, he knew that entertaining the crowd every night had made the man above happy.

 

But Shawn's constant whining and religious piousness often pissed Chris off, which led to them fighting in the ring and out two years ago. Now, they have become not the best of friends, but frenemies was the better term these days. It suited them because they were rivals one day, then buddy-buddy the next, and it was fine for Chris—as long as Shawn didn't do anything to push the big red button inside of him.

 

One night in Tampa, after doing a tri-branded show, Adam, Chris, and Shawn went out to a gay bar, much to the chagrin of the Heartbreak Kid. “I don't think this is a good idea,” he whined to the Canadians. “I just don't feel comfortable.”

 

“Don't chicken out!” cried Adam. “They're not gonna do anything to you!”

 

“It's not that! I'm not a homophobe…God made us different, okay? It's just that—

 

Adam laughed as Chris flirted about with some random dude by the pole. “I know. Jericho's a slut. Gotta watch out for him when he drinks. He's like a damn cat in heat like Mimi from Rent.”

 

Shawn gulped. “I don't wanna overdo it with the alcohol.”

 

Just then, Chris walked in on the conversation, buzzed like the Rated R Superstar predicted. He wrapped his arms around Shawn and tried to dance with him. Shawn wasn't feeling the alcohol-laced breath Chris was exhaling. “What's the matter?” he asked the Heartbreak Kid. “Don't you wanna have fun? Thought we were having fun.”

 

“We are!” Shawn said. “Can you control yourself?”

“Don't you wanna drink something?” Chris took a sip of the pomegranate screwdriver. “Try this. It's really good. I've had, like…I'm fucked up.”

 

“Yeah, you are.” Adam rolled his eyes. “Sit your ass down.”

 

“Hey!” Chris yelled at the bartender, then pointed at Shawn. “Could you give this sexy cowboy one of these pomegranate bombs on me?”

 

Shawn blushed, but politely took the drink and downed it. If he didn't, there would be another bar fight because when Chris got wasted, he either became horny or combative. Horny was Shawn wanted tonight. He liked the drink, so he ordered a few more, not realizing that alcohol, especially vodka-laced drinks, could get him buzzed quickly.

 

After having several drinks, Chris and Shawn staggered into the van while Adam rolled his eyes. He wished the night was over so they could get ready to go fly over to Puerto Rico. He loved Puerto Rico, anyway. It was always quiet, and the noise he could hear was bongo drums and coqui frogs. When they got into their hotel room, Shawn and Chris started to make out, caressing all over each other, while hands grasped each other's hair. Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing. Of all the stupid things, Jericho, he thought as he quickly went into the shower.

 

By the time the Rated R Superstar got out of the shower, he accidently walked into both the Best in the World and the Showstopper on the bed, butt naked. Chris has his mouth wrapped around Shawn's shaft, scraping his teeth up and down. Shawn moaned and bucked his hips, but Chris held his hips down to prevent gagging. Adam, on the other hand, wished it would all go away for frenemies never fucked, not even male frenemies. So, he hopped into his own bed, and tried to sleep.

 

However, he couldn't get to sleep. He kind of liked the sex Chris and Shawn were engaging in. In fact, Adam was curious to know how the Heartbreak Kid was in bed, especially with another man like Chris Jericho. He covered himself really good with the covers and watched Shawn spread Chris's legs wide open. Shawn saw the dental dam in the drawer next to the KY. He grabbed it and covered Chris's asshole, and began eating him. “Shawn…” Chris moaned as the Heartbreak Kid's tongue pierced with the strawberry-flavored latex, almost reaching his g-spot. “So good…lick me the way I want it. Yes-s-s…”

 

As Shawn continued licking Chris, Adam felt his erection rising between his boxer briefs. He felt his panting breaths almost suffocating him between the covers. Shawn and Chris looked so hot together. This was better than the porn he watched on Tube8. Forget Tube8, the Rated R Superstar found something real and quite randomly interesting in front of him. “I want you inside me,” Chris whispered into Shawn's ear on the bed on the opposite side of Adam's.

 

Shawn complied, which made Adam's thoughts overload with pleasure, while at the same time, his cock was rock hard and waiting for release. Shawn grabbed the KY and slicked his cock, then removed the dental dam and entered Chris in one quick thrust, while grabbing his legs for support. In the opposite bed, underneath the covers, Adam slowly pumped his member in rhythm with Shawn, trying to muffle his moans with the comforter. “Mmmm...” Chris cried. “Harder, Shawn! There! Oh, my god! Feels so fucking good! Fuck me harder! Harder!”

 

The more Chris cried out begging for release, the more the Heartbreak Kid quickened his pace, caressing his g-spot. The more they were in tune with each other, the harder the Rated R Superstar stroked his cock as he watched. Then, Shawn turned Chris over, and entering him from behind, smacking his ass and pumping his cock in rhythm. “Fuck, Shawn!” Chris cried. “Ahh, that's my spot! Yes!”

 

“Mmm, Rebecca!” cried Shawn, which made Adam giggle underneath the covers, still stroking his own member.

 

“Shawn!”

 

“Rebecca!”

 

“Shawn!” Chris spoke through pants. “I wanna see your face.”

 

So Shawn and Chris quickly entered another position where Chris was on top of the Showstopper, riding his cock. Oh, you're so hot like that, Chris, though Adam as he continued stroking his own cock.

 

“Oh, you're so beautiful, Rebecca!” moaned Shawn.

 

Chris continued riding Shawn like a bull, while the Showstopper caressed his pecs and torso. Shawn continued calling out his wife's name instead of Chris's, causing Adam to stroke his own member and giggle underneath the covers. Just then, Chris felt his orgasm coming on, and so did Shawn. “Aaaahh!!' screamed Chris as he shot his load all over Shawn's chest.

 

He got off of the Showstopper and pumped his member until the Showstopper came inside of his mouth. Suddenly, Adam felt his own orgasm coming. So, he silenced his moans with the comforter as he shot his seed all over his hand while stroking his overly sensitive cock. Then, Chris and Shawn got underneath the covers and kissed. “ 'Night, Shawn,” mumbled the shorthaired blond Canadian.

 

“Goodnight, Rebecca,” responded the Texan.

 

The next morning, Chris woke up with a major hangover and found Shawn's shirt next to him on the bed, as well as his own clothes. He had no recollection as to what had happened last night, but he could taste the sweet and salty aftertaste of Shawn's semen. Just then, Adam followed him into the mini-kitchen and started laughing. “What's so fucking funny?” he wanted to know.

 

“That was some show you put on last night!” Adam exclaimed. “That was hot!”

 

“What show?”

 

“You and Michaels fucking, that's what.”

 

“Why would I do that? He's not attractive. I don't remember it.” Chris's voice grew into a dramatic whine. “Why can't I remember anything when I'm drinking?”

 

“You sure were attractive to him last night. `Oh, Shawn! Fuck me harder, Shawn!'”

 

There was a slight pause, then Chris exclaimed, “Is that why I could still taste some of Shawn's—OH, MY GOD!! SICK, SICK, SICK!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT!!”

 

He ran to the bathroom and washed his mouth with mouthwash, then stormed back into the room with Adam, screaming, “Seriously, what the fuck did I do last night?! You saw us?! Why didn't you stop us?!”

 

“Blue balls.”

 

A slight pause. “That's not what I asked for, Copeland.”

 

Just then, Shawn skipped merrily into the bedroom, and plopped on to the bed he and Chris were whoo-hooing in last night. “You're quite cheerful today,” Chris said sarcastically. “Aren't you hung-over?”

 

“Popped a couple of Chasers,” said Shawn.

 

“Oh. Well, we need to talk about something.”

 

Adam scoffed at his fellow Canadian, “You need to talk about something. Leave me out of this.”

 

“About what?” Shawn wanted to know.

 

“Do you remember what happened last night?” Chris asked him. “Because I don't.”

 

“No. Did we fight or something?”

 

Chris clasped his hands to his face and sobbed. “Please don't freak out—

 

“Michaels, you and Jericho had sex last night while you were drunk.” Adam finished it.

 

All of a sudden, Shawn started laughing hysterically, and all Chris did was cover his face to keep from blushing. He was embarrassed because he got too drunk last night and slept with Shawn. “Hey, did you guys bring Krispy Kremes last night?” Shawn asked them, pointing to his chest. “Because I woke up with glaze on my chest. Did I eat any?”

 

“Shawn…THAT WASN'T FUCKING GLAZE!!” screamed Chris.

 

“Come on, you guys! You play too much!”

 

“You and Jericho had drunk sex, and Jericho came on top of you!” blurted Adam.

 

All of a sudden, the room got quiet, then Shawn screamed, “WHAT?! OH, NO! I'M GOING TO HELL!! I'M GOING TO HELL!”

 

He stared at Chris for confirmation that it didn't happen, and all he saw was a reddened face of embarrassment and remorse. “Yeah, and you were screaming out your wife's name,” Adam continued rubbing it in.

 

“OH, MY GOD!” Chris and Shawn cried.

 

“Please tell me this didn't happen!” Chris whined.

 

All Adam could do was smile. He was glad that he stopped drinking for a while; otherwise he would've regretted fucking Shawn, too. But, then again, he never slept with the entire locker room like Chris had done. Shawn, on the other hand, paced back and forth, screaming at how he was going to figure out a way to repent his sins, and to explain everything to his wife, Rebecca if she ever found out. “God sure did lie to you,” said Adam, smirking away. “You sure knew how to keep each other closer.”

 

“Yeah, we can't even remember the events of last night,” Chris chided him, “and you're over here, smirking.”

 

“And how did you even recall it?” Shawn demanded to know.

 

“He didn't drink,” Chris added. “That's the one thing I remember.”

 

Then it hit the both of them like lightning bolts. Suddenly, Chris and Shawn freaked out screaming. They really felt like crap. “You guys were so hot together last night!” Adam continued bragging. “Best porn I ever saw.”

 

All at once, Chris elbowed the Rated R Superstar hard in the ribs, screaming, “I can't believe you wacked off to us!”

 

“How dare you?!” Shawn yelled in agreement. “You need some help!”

 

Shawn stormed off with his suitcase out of the room. Adam and Chris were alone, and Chris gave him the coldest glare. “Chris, before you kick my ass at the Smackdown house show,” Adam tried to explain, “It—

 

“Oh, I'm gonna do worse than that, you sick pervert!” chided Chris. “I'm done with you! Don't fucking talk to me again! As a matter of fact, you are dead to me!”

 

So, Chris packed his belongings in his suitcase and stormed out of the room with Shawn. Adam did the same and followed his two roommates. “Come on, you guys!” he exclaimed. “I'm sorry!”

 

“Fuck you!” Chris yelled back.

 

“And those are my same two words for you!” added Shawn.

 

 

 

THE END.