WWE Fan Fiction ❯ The Bad Guys Club ❯ Chapter 16

Author's Note: I don't own anything. Everything's own by…you know. My friend Pearl owns herself, and I happened to just finished it as a birthday gift to her. This is based off the Oxygen reality series, The Bad Girls Club, season two. Love Bad Girls Club, so why not write a WWE fanfic about it? If slash ain't your cup o' tea, then don't read. Children and other-others need not apply as well. Don't steal this, either. Feedback's always appreciated. :-)

 

 

 

“SHAWN!!” Went the muffled cries of Adam Copeland as a playful Shawn Michaels attacked him on the living room couch with his mind-altering tickles and probes. “Cut it out!”

 

The Rated R Superstar was already sensitive from the aftershocks after he and Chris had amazing sex in their bedroom, the shower, the kitchen, and on the bed outside last night while all of the Bad Guys went over to Ken's summer condo to meet about their upcoming Bollywood party. But, it was even more fun for the Heartbreak Kid as he continued to tickle him, causing him to yell. “You're no fun,” he pouted, heading towards their bedroom located at the end of the hall. “I'm gonna tickle Jericho while he's asleep.”

 

Adam ran after Shawn to his and Chris's room, where the shorthaired blond Street Urchin slept in his bed in jogging clothes. All of sudden, Shawn jumped on top of him and tickled him mercilessly, emitting a loud wail (that was heard all over the house) from the Winnipegger. “Fucking shit!” he cried, pushing the Texan off him. “Get off me!”

 

But Shawn didn't let go, as he held on to his waist. “Come on, Chris!” he whined. “Play with me!”

 

“No!” Chris finally dragged Shawn off from his bed, then pulled out a scary African mask, placed it on his face, and scared Shawn all over the house until they ended up in the kitchen where the rest of the Bad Guys were hanging out.

 

“Will you two stop?!” Randy yelled at them. “Jeez, man! Act your ages!”

 

“He started it!” Chris protested as he took off the African mask.

 

“You didn't have to scare me,” whined Shawn. “And I told you not to buy that mask at the museum!”

 

It was the only mask that stood out at the Art Institute of Chicago's gift shop that Shawn freaked out about, and he didn't tell Chris not to buy it. Actually, he told C.M. Punk to tell Chris not to buy it since he knew what Chris was capable of once they set foot in that museum. Unfortunately, as soon as they entered the European paintings gallery, the thought of warning Chris disappeared from the Straight Edger's mind, and Adam and Chris explored around the gift shop and the mask ended up in the Bad Guy house. But, Randy didn't care about the mask or the fact that the Canadian Urchins and Shawn were just playing around. He was more interested in getting everything together for the upcoming Bollywood party in two weeks, and being the point person meant everything to him, next to a championship title.

 

But the Legend Killer paid more of his attention to his rekindled friendship with the Animal, Dave Batista. They were joking with each other, as well as their crazy flirting. It was enough for Chris to rolls his eyes, Adam to cringe, and Shawn to grow insanely jealous at the fact that Randy had taken his friendship away from him. Adam always thought that Batista may have a crush on Randy. He thought it was disgusting and freaked him out.

 

It was finally time for the Bad Guys to head out to meet Ken's friend Anjana Mehta downtown, who actually tossed Ken that idea to throw a Bollywood-themed party two months ago because her sister Bina had just gotten married to her high school sweetheart, Shankar Chautala, and were coming back from their honeymoon in India. So Randy, Chavo, and Shawn left downtown to meet her and Ken, and Pearl while Batista, Chris, and Adam stayed behind.

 

Downtown, the guys introduced themselves to Anjana, and she showed them around, pointing to where they could turn their dining room into a ballroom, and for Rebecca to post her DJ table. She also pointed the bar near the kitchen. When they were done with the tour, the guys and Anjana sat down in the living room with Pearl and Ken. “Where's the other three?” Pearl asked the guys.

 

“I got Jericho calling the caterers,” responded Randy. “Adam and Dave are stopping by earlier in the week to pick up Shawn's wife from the airport and help her set up the DJ stuff.”

 

Meanwhile, back at the house, Dave sat outside by the pool while Adam caught Chris in their room taking a nap…in his bed. “Get off my bed,” he said to him.

 

“The hell I do,” he muttered. “It's my room, too.”

 

“Yeah, Chris…You're sleeping in this room for the next two months.” Adam tried to playfully shove him.

 

“What are you gonna do about it? You gonna make me get off your bed?”

 

Adam smiled deviously at the seductive smirk coming from the 9-time Intercontinental Champion as he placed his lips onto his lips. Adam's tongue entered Chris's mouth as his hand traveled under his shirt to feel his soft skin, his taut abs and pecs. He couldn't help but to caress the hard nipples as he trailed his tongue along Chris's jaw line and down his neck. Then, Adam took off his own shirt and guided Chris's hands to caress his pecs and nipples while the Rated R Superstar took off his jeans and boxers down to nothing. His hardening shaft caressed his older lover's inner thigh, breathing growing heavier, breaking into pants.

 

Meanwhile, at the Mehta condo in the Loop…

 

“Good. Just inform them of the meeting today, and I will see y'all next Saturday at 5pm,” said Pearl.

 

“And don't be late,” Ken sternly added.

 

The rest of the Bad Guys headed out to their van, and drove off to a Jewel's supermarket to grab some groceries for the house. Meanwhile, back at the mansion house, it has been almost an hour and a half Adam's cock kept pumping in and out of Chris's body as the shorthaired blond rode the longhaired blond like a stallion, hands caressing the soft, long locks of his lover. Then, Chris climbed off of Adam as they entered another position (Well, according to the Kama Sutra), where Adam and Chris were side-to-side on the bed facing the door to the pool outside. Adam lifted Chris's left leg over his left shoulder as his cock entered in and out, while his free hand jerked his older lover's hard shaft.

 

Their cries and moans of uttering pleasure woke Batista from his sauna outside of their room, where their door faced the pool outside. The Animal was spending his day outside by the pool tanning his tattooed bodybuilder body and napping, but his little day by the pool was interrupted by loud noises of two blond, Canadian Street Urchins making passionate love in the confines of their own bedroom. At first, he thought he was dreaming, but the screaming and dirty talking grew intense, so he sneaked a few glimpses between the blinds as he saw Adam on top of Chris riding his cock like a stallion. He knew what was going on with those two, and believed that Randy had a right to know. A few weeks after he came into the house to replace John Cena, he noticed the two Canadians holding hands in public and just flirting with each other. Moments later…

 

“FUUUUCCCKK!!”

 

Dave witnessed between the blinds of the bedroom another position the Canadians were in until both of them came, then quickly went back inside of the house, blushing in fear that he would get caught peeking onto their lovemaking. In the bedroom, Adam and Chris caressed each other and basked in the afterglows of sex. “I'm still not getting out of your bed,” purred Chris.

 

“After what I'd done to try and get you off?” Adam smirked.

 

“You always find some way to get me off.”

 

“You do the same thing.”

 

Then Chris traced along the star tattoo on the Rated R Superstar's right arm and said, “Vickie isn't going to know a thing about how good I always make you feel the whole time we're in this house.”

 

Adam responded with a passionate kiss to his lips. “Hell, you do a hellava better job than my ex-wife. You know how to make a man beg for mercy.”

 

The reality of it is that Chris wasn't interested in starting a relationship with Adam. He wasn't a home wrecker, but more of a “sex therapist”, just the opposite of what a therapist does. For Chris, sex with Adam or Jesse was a way for him to control his anger, rather than booze (that will turn him into his drunken personalities). In fact, he's not that innocent-innocent as he claimed to be when it came to making money fucking like Randy had done with his brief gay leather porn career.

 

Chris Jericho (when he's not doing house shows or when he's in the ring doing promos and starting shit with the other guys in the locker room) was a dominator. Yes, a dominator under the moniker of “Phoenix”, making over a $1,000 a night per customer after he left for his two-year hiatus, and coming back to the ring. He would get off and get paid beating the hell out of his customers, mostly men of all types, even transmen and genderqueers. He would expect his customers to obey him, call him “master” or a “yes, sir”, or “yes, sir, Phoenix” or else he would whip them and choke them, and he wouldn't penetrate them. Chris was the ultimate hardcore dominatrix, and maybe he could've taught Randy a thing or two on being the obedient bottom and him as the disciplinarian top.

 

Everyone in the locker room knew of Chris's “other” job (and not just Fozzy, his acting, and the autobiography), especially his two roommates in the Bad Guy house, Randy and Dave. Randy kept rolling his eyes at how every night Chris came back in the house with “Rowdy” Roddy Piper, Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka, and his idol, Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat. It grossed them out a lot on how Chris would dominate them sexually and emotionally. They thought Chris hated them because they were has-beens and blah, blah, blah. If this was the one way Chris would get his revenge on people, and then another way, like poisoning JBL for instance, he needed to learn to control his anger in some way while he is stuck in the Bad Guys Club house for the next two months.

 

The next day, the Bad Guys traveled to an Indian-Pakistani neighborhood on Devon Street to buy their costumes for the Bollywood party. There was lots of fabulous traditional-style Indian clothing that you would normally see in Bollywood films. Dave was a huge fan of Bollywood films, and he had visited India numerous times already because he loved the culture of it. Although he hasn't been in the parties like the rest of the guys, this one he was excited about.

 

Chris, on the other hand, wasn't excited about the party. Of course it was mandatory if he wanted to stay in the house, but to dress like them is something that he was uncomfortable with. It was too expensive, first of all, and all of the colors weren't his type. So he stormed out to stay in the car and waited for his fellow Urchins to get done with their shopping. The Urchins joined Chris in the car moments later, and all the “Second Coming” did was bitch about the prices and the tackiness of the clothing. He hated that he looked stupid, but Adam told him that it was just a one-time thing. “Well, we were worried about you, Jericho,” said Chavo.

 

“No, Cena was gone for several hours,” Chris retorted. “I was gone for a couple of minutes. Oh, let's just go!”

 

Meanwhile, Shawn and the two other Bad Guys went home. Randy and Dave then quickly dressed to go hang out at a small dance club downtown. “This is fun,” said the Legend Killer. “Not too crazy about the music, but it's all right.”

 

“Yeah,” the Animal agreed.

 

“You know, man, I've been thinking…Every time I'm with some chick, I find her a hot mess. I'll be honest with myself; my first crushes were on men. I cheated on Rosy a lot, before Teresa. But they weren't with chicks. My crushes were on guys because chicks' bodies find me disgusting. That porn leather DVD I did while I was in the Marines, man? It was like an awakening. And honestly, whenever I see or hear about Jericho doing the exact opposite of what I was doing, it feels like an insult. Then, to see him come to the house with Snuka, Piper, and Steamboat? Of all people, why have some animosities towards those guys then fuck them like they were regular johns? I would never do that!”

 

“You think that you're gay? And do you think Chris has a problem?”

 

“As far as I go, like I said, I think I'm better off just to go out partying and be honest with myself. As far as Chris goes, if you think that controlling your problems by fucking random married men and strange men, then trying to kill people because you were offended by silly shit, you need to be placed in a mental asylum.”

 

“I agree with that.”

 

Under Randy's ramblings, it was clear that the Missourian had a huge crush on Batista. He was a hot guy, and he wanted to fuck his brains out. They had a lot in common, but at the same time Randy didn't want him to freak out or know about the crush. So, for now, he was going to keep that on the low. Meanwhile, on the ride home from shopping for Bollywood party items, Chris was so hungry that he didn't want to wait until he got home to finish off the last of the Twinkies. “We'll stop by at a burger joint and get you some fries,” said Chavo.

 

They passed by a couple of them, much to Chris's chagrin. “You fucking passed by a Wendy's, Burger King, and a fucking McDonald's!” the Fozzy lead singer cried out, throwing a playful fit.

 

“God, you are such a fucking brat, Christopher!” Adam said, and then laughed.

 

They were also aware of the rush-hour traffic on the main streets, which pissed Chavo off. “Throw a temper tantrum, Jericho!” he said to the shorthaired Canuck sitting next to him in the front passenger seat as he honked at the other cars in front of him.

 

And Chris did so; rolling down the window to cuss out the other drivers to let them pass so he could eat, causing the two other Urchins to crack up laughing. “DAMNIT!” he cried. “I'm hungry! Where's my fucking costume for the Bollywood party? I'm gonna eat it.”

 

The next night, the Urchins and Shawn went out grocery shopping…again (They've been doing it every week because they're wrestlers with abnormally large appetites) while Randy and Dave hung out outside by the pool. “I'm bored,” whined the Legend Killer.

 

“Yeah, wonder if the guys bought something good home other than Jericho's Twinkies,” said Batista, and then an idea popped in his head. “Do you want me to give you a massage?”

 

And Randy immediately blushed, his eyes widened, then relaxed as he and the Animal went into Randy's room. The Legend Killer immediately took off his shirt, and lay on his bed belly down, face on his pillow, and ankles bounded by other pillows as Batista rubbed cocoa butter all over his sore back muscles, not missing the back of his neck. Randy was having the time of his life letting his secret crush perform massage therapy on him…until the Street Urchins Chris Jericho and Chavo Guerrero stopped by and interrupted his little quiet time. Chris and Chavo couldn't help but to laugh and make rude comments at how perverted the former members of Evolution were together.

 

“So,” Chris wanted to know from the Legend Killer, “How are you feeling, Orton?”

 

Then Chavo blurted out, “Damn, I didn't know he was that spineless, you know?”

 

Randy had enough of those two. “Hey! Quiet time in Randy's room! He's getting a massage!”

 

“Sorry. Handle your biz. Puto.”

 

There are about seven or eight rooms in the house for the Urchins to act a fool in, Randy thought to himself. Why my room? I don't need them to piss me off anymore, and the party's in like a week. Have they done anything at all? Has Chris done what I've asked him, most of all? Typical.

 

Later that night, Dave decided to permanently move into Randy's room where he slept in the bed Hunter used to sleep in. They said good night to each other, and Randy, drunk as a buzzard, decided to take off his thong, and sleep in his nakedness. He was unaware that the Urchins had found about it through referee-disguised security. They were checking out the premises when they found the Legend Killer in his room sleeping in his room butt-naked, and laughed. Chavo and Adam were curious to know what they were laughing at until they saw Randy and burst out in hysterical laughter. They ran all the way down the hall to Chris and Adam's room to tell the shorthaired blond Urchin. “Dude!” the Rated R Superstar exclaimed. “I saw his pink cock and balls! He shaves his pubes!”

 

“Yeah!” said Chavo. “He's naked!”

 

“Let me see this!” Chris responded as he ran down the hallway to find the nude and asleep Legend Killer, then ran back to his and Adam's room cracking up.

 

All a sudden, just as Batista had enough of the Urchins making fun of Randy naked in his bed with his ass and privates hanging out, he catches Adam running in with a camera taking pictures of his naked friend like the paparazzi. The animal breathed a sigh of anger and quickly locked their room, then covered Randy with blankets and went back into his bed. He thought it was messed up for Adam to sneak into their room to take a picture of Randy while he was naked.

 

In Chris and Adam's room, the Urchins were laughing so hard at what they witnessed tonight. “Oh my, God!” cried Chris while sharing his bed with Adam. “Randy Orton is a…is…an alcoholic butt-naked ho! Who the hell sleeps without any clothes? And what kind of a man would shave his own pubic hair?”

 

“If you're that sloppy to let it all hang out and be naked, then something is wrong with you,” said Chavo, lying in Adam's bed.

 

“Yeah,” said Adam. “And I just happened to take a picture of that. I'm giving him what he wanted.”

 

“It's going to be worse at the Bollywood party. Mark my words.”

 

“Right?” said Chris. “Randy wanted me to call up every single fucking Indian restaurant for catering. Wait a second here! Why do I have to do as much work when he didn't do a damn thing for the last party? That's ridiculous!”

 

“Well, did you do what the butt-naked ho you to do?” Adam asked him.

 

“I'm going to tell him to fuck off and stick the catering up his ass. You do have a point, Chavo. Imagine the Great Khali giving out Subway sandwiches at the Bollywood party…him and Orton. You know how much those two are worth?”

 

“Five!” they all sang the jingle. “Five-dollar foot long!”

 

“Don't forget,” Adam added. “They would do any foot long!”

 

All of a sudden, Chris broke out cackling hysterically which woke Shawn up from his bed upstairs. The Heartbreak Kid ran all the way down to the room located at the end of the hallway where the Urchins were sleeping in to tell them, “SHUT UP! Can I sleep in peace without the three of you cackling like hounds in the middle of the night?”

 

“Awww,” Chris responded in sarcasm. “We were just playing!”

 

“Do that in the daytime!” Shawn stormed sleepily back upstairs to his room. “Geez!”

 

“Big baby!” Adam huffed. “Grow the fuck up!”

 

The next morning, Dave told Randy what went on last night with the Urchins. “Last night,” he said to him, “I hear them making fun at how you're running the party, and just insulting you. It was mostly Jericho doing all of that and I could hear him cackling at the other two clowning around. He goes and tells them, `Randy can take his fucking catering assignment up his ass and can fuck off! It's like Khali and his family serving Subway sandwiches.' They were singing the commercial jingle. Totally racist shit, I know. He's complaining about how much he did all of the work for the last party and you didn't do shit.”

 

“What?” Randy retorted. “Who the fuck does Chris Jericho thinks he is?”

 

“And another thing, Edge came running into our room and took a picture of you while you were in the nude asleep. I had to cover you up with blankets and lock the door after that.”

 

Randy just couldn't believe it. He just had enough of the Street Urchins. He was so pissed at Adam for taking a picture of him while he was naked. It was violating his privacy, who does that?

 

In the phone room, Chris had to accept a call from his dad in Winnipeg, who complained that his only son had not called him lately. “Dad,” Chris explained, “I was busy setting up this party as part of a job we had to do while we stayed here.”

 

“Yeah, but you didn't call me last month,” said Ted.

 

“Yeah, I know that. But you have to understand the consistency that I have to meet for this party.”

 

“What kind of a party is that?”

 

“Some stupid Bollywood party, like out of Slumdog Millionaire. The fucking clothes they have to make us wear. The usual traditional crap these people have and it's ridiculously priced. It pisses me off and it makes me not want to like Chicago…or India that much.”

 

“It's not their fault, Chris.”

 

Chris scoffed. “Oh, whatever, Dad!”

 

“It's not their fault.”

 

“That's the problem with the world these days, man! Everyone's not into arranged marriages and all that crap. Why can't everything stay the same, you know?”

 

“Like what? The world does not revolve around rock and roll, and heavy metal, Christopher! It always has to be heavy metal and sex with you! You gotta stop!”

 

“You are—See, Dad, this is why I don't wanna call you! Because you always have to make these annoying smart remarks on the phone!” Chris slammed the receiver and stormed out of the room and joined the other Urchins and Shawn in the car outside. “This man is fucking nuts! I can't deal with my father anymore!”

 

Meanwhile, Randy decided that he was going to confront the Urchins in a house meeting tonight. But Batista warned him to chill out because the party was coming around the corner, and that it was better to wait after that to confront them. But…no, the Legend Killer was stubborn.

 

“HOUSE MEETING!!” he yelled later that night after the Street Urchins and Shawn spent a day in the Loop decorating for the party. “Get your asses in the living room, now!”

 

The rest of the Bad Guys Club all joined Randy and Dave in the living room, folding their arms in utter annoyance. “What's so important that you had to force us to come over here, Orton?” Chris asked the Legend Killer in his sarcastically annoyed tone.

 

“Shut up, Jericho!” he responded. “First of all, I assigned you a task for this party, I expect you to do it!”

 

“And I have, so what?”

 

“Subway? Fucking Subway?!”

 

“Well, some of us have to stay fresh around here,” he joked, causing Shawn to roll his eyes and Adam to crack up.

“It's not funny, man!”

 

“The catering, yeah I have done it like a little bitch! At least I do my fucking job like the last time, and what the hell have you fucking done besides boss us around?”

 

“How about your little fuck buddy taking pictures of me sleeping while I was naked? Explain that!”

 

“Hey, it's not my fault you wanted to sleep naked,” said Adam. “I wonder if the WWE Universe would want to see that.”

 

Randy was livid. “You better not post that on there, Adam Copeland!”

 

Chris elbowed the Rated R Superstar in the stomach. “He really wouldn't do that on the site,” he said to the Legend Killer.

 

“Adam, I would believe you, but you're sitting across me smiling like a fucking idiot.”

 

“Because it was funny!” exclaimed the longhaired Canuck. “I wanted to laugh! Geez, Orton! Live a little!”

 

“No!”

 

“Orton, why are you such an insecure, solipsistic, maniacal, diminutive bitch?” Chris went into psychologist mode. “Seriously, did someone abuse you as a child besides your father?”

 

Whenever Chris gets into conflicts with the likes of Randy, Shawn, and anyone that he has come across with, he has to mind-fuck them with his crazy psychologist persona. “Do not go there with the goddamn therapist thing again, Chris Jericho!” Randy yelled at him. “If anyone needs to see a psychologist in this house, it's you, you fucking sociopath!”

“Now, there's the Legend Killer coming out of his pores! The same, lying, manipulative exotic dancer who's nothing but a daddy's boy!”

 

Both of them stood up and went into each other faces, noticing that Dave was standing between them. “I'm gonna smack you across your face if you don't shut up!” Randy said.

 

“Really?” said Chris. “And when, exactly, are you going to clean up the dirty, disgusting cigarette butts that are lying all over the house?! See, and I'm always the one that's cleaning up after everyone.”

 

Adam couldn't help but to laugh in Randy's face. “Will you stop, Edge?” Randy scolded him.

 

“Hey, Chris does have a point, here,” said Adam. “You're the only one that smokes all over the house 24/7!”

 

“Because you Urchins are driving me nuts!”

 

Then all of a sudden, the Legend Killer and the Ultimate Opportunist got into each other's faces and began a shouting and cursing match, which caused Dave to smile at the idiocy of Adam Copeland. “Adam,” he asked, “why are you yelling?”

 

“Shut the fuck up!” scolded Chris. “You stay out of this one, you little snitch!”

 

“How did you know I told him, Jericho?”

 

“Because I know these things, that's why!”

 

The shouting and cursing matches between the three men cause Chavo to crack up laughing. All of the drama also caused Shawn to space out. I'm looking at Adam and how much he spits when he yells, he thought. Batista's sweaty nipples…and I'm looking at Chris's badly bleached highlights, and Chavo's hair plugs.

 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, ORTON!!” Adam continued screaming and aggressively running his long blond hair back. “YOU'RE A DUMB FUCKING PUSSY!!”

 

“Will you quit spitting in my motherfucking face?!” yelled Randy.

 

All a sudden, the Rated R Superstar lunged at the Legend Killer, but Chris and Chavo had to hold him back. “YOU WON'T HAVE A FACE FOR ME TO SPIT ON AFTER I PUT BATTERY ACID IN YOUR FUCKING AFTERSHAVE!!” he yelled.

 

“Hey!” said Batista. “Adam…THAT is enough!”

 

“Why don't you try it, fuckface?” Randy said to Adam.

 

Dave knew that the house meeting was going to be a disaster because Adam had a way of manipulating the situation so that they're no longer discussing to what the situation was really about in the first place. Instead, he gets everyone to start screaming, yelling, and throwing personal threats and insults to each other.

 

“You and Batista are the sloppiest fuckfaces I ever met with your nasty ass!” Adam yelled back as Chris and Chavo dragged him into the kitchen, “and I will never put my foot in your sloppy ass, dirty, nasty room! And Batista, why don't you wipe the sweat off your ugly monkey nipples?! What are you lactating there, steroids?”

 

“FUCK YOU!!” Dave yelled back.

 

“FUCK YOU!” Adam yelled from the kitchen.

 

“FUCK YOU!”

 

“YOUR MOTHER'S NASTY CU-!”

 

“Adam, pop off!” Chris yelled, smacking him upside his head. “You kiss your mother with that mouth, son?”

 

“Hey, I got it from you!”

 

But Adam didn't care if he yelled to get his way, but it did also get over things. And, he had to admit that Chavo was right about him getting hyper and making threats like that. The next morning, hours before the party, Dave accepted a call from his girlfriend and diva, Kelly Kelly, in Florida. “House of Hell,” he said.

 

“Hey, there,” she spoke bubbly. “How's the Bad Guys Club?”

 

“Yeah, mostly everyone except for Randy are acting like assholes. Shawn Michaels keeps calling me a sinner and wishes me to rot in hell. While Edge is psychotic, and Chris Jericho is psychotic and a ho.”

 

“I heard that Jericho's a dominator of sorts. That's sick that few of his customers are hall of famers.”

 

“Tell me about it, but tell me also how sick this is: Randy is bisexual, a stripper, and a genius.”

 

“Not at all. Oh, I miss you, Dave. I can't wait to fly out and see you in Chicago in a month.”

 

“Same here. Tell the girls I said hi.”

 

“I will. I love you.”

 

“I love you, too.” Dave hung up and got ready for the party tonight. Unlike Randy and Rosy who have had a disastrous relationship, the Animal and Kelly have had a smooth ride with some rocky patches along the way that always pulled them together.

 

Later that night…

 

“DAMNIT!!” cried Randy, pointing to his Indian-style designer suit. “Batista, I look like one of those creepy pimps from the Black 70's movies! But I do look fine as hell, man.”

 

Adam, Chavo, and Shawn were dressed in traditional kurta pajama and slippers, along with scarves. The turban and bindi dot also made the Heartbreak Kid prove that he was a happily married man. Chris, on the other hand, wore his proudly traditional black sherwani jacket (with a wifebeater under), white striped pants, black slippers, and a black and red shawl covering his costume, making him look appear as some rich snob. It pissed off Randy and Batista, whose Indian-style designer suits pissed off everyone in the house because they looked like the Punjabi mafia.

 

They finally arrived to the party, on time to set up the food, and Rebecca's DJ set. Of course, Shawn was surprised to see his wife looking gorgeous in her turquoise salwar kameez outfit with matching earrings, bangles, and necklace. “You look beautiful,” he gasped, kissing her.

 

“Why, thank you,” she responded. “You look adorable, too, sweetheart. Would you like to help me see if the set works?”

 

The Bad Guys finished setting up the tables for the caterers (and no, it wasn't from Subway Chris had joked about), then placed the balloons and streamers on the ceilings. Chris suddenly went to Anjana and told her that the toilet in the guest room was making a funny noise. Anjana then went to her husband, Amitabh Singh and they started yelling at each other in Hindi, which made Shawn to crack up, causing his wife to smack him over the head with a Bollywood movie soundtrack CD. He then faked crying and begged Chris to punch her, but the shorthaired blond Canadian gave him the dirty look and went into the kitchen and found Pearl, who was clad in a black choli blouse showing her abdomen, black lagana skirt, all wrapped up in a black sari, and she had her black curly hair up along with a chain that connected to her ear and to her nose, matching black jewelry and bangles. He was surrounded by her beauty that he almost got the cat catching his tongue when she spoke in her Southern twang, “Hey, Chris.”

 

“Hey,” he replied.

 

“You wanna help me take the rest of these boxes of vodka to the bar?”

 

“Yeah, sure.” Chris picked up the last boxes and placed them behind the counter of the bar.

 

Suddenly, Ken called for all of the Bad Guys, Pearl, Rebecca, and the hosts of the party in for a pep talk. “Uh,” he began, “I want thank you guys for coming out and setting the party. The setup looks amazing; you guys have done an amazing job. I want to congratulate the beautiful couple, Bina and Shankar on your marriage. May you have the best of luck than me and my ex-wife did.”

 

Everyone started to laugh. “I'm just kidding!” Ken continued. “Okay, we got people coming over. Shawn and Chavo, I would like you two by the bar and take turns. Adam, you're doing coat-check. Orton and Batista, you're in charge of the food. And Jericho, you're checking the list. Please don't get too violent with the uninvited.”

 

“Oh, I won't,” Chris said with a smirk.

 

“I'm serious.”

 

The party had just begun, mostly all of the Mehta and Chautala families have entered in the house, along with friends and co-workers, but there was one person whom Chris didn't see on his list: C.M. Punk. “So, you gonna let me in the house or what?” the Straight-Edge rocker in his costume appropriate for the ball quipped.

 

“You're not on the list,” said Chris, “so get the fuck out right now.”

 

“Hey, I don't give a flying fuck if you're on the rag, Jericho. I don't need to be on the list to get in this party. I know somebody in there. He invited me!”

 

All of a sudden, Kanji Chopra, Bina's friend from medical school stopped by, and Chris asked him, “Hey, did you invite this guy?”

 

He pointed at Punk. “Phil? Yeah, me and him used to work at this record shop down the street from here.”

 

The shorthaired blond Canadian stared at Punk and let him in the condo. “You got lucky this time, enjoy,” he told him with a smirk and a sarcastic tone of voice.

 

Meanwhile, Ken caught Shawn and Chavo hanging out by DJ Whisper's (A.K.A. Rebecca Hickenbottom) booth and said to them, “Hey, I need one of you manning the bar.”

 

“Sorry,” the Heartbreak Kid responded and went back into the bar. He noticed how close Randy and Dave were, and was getting upset. It wasn't fair to him that Randy had to go back to becoming friends with the Animal after the hell they went through five years ago, and that Dave had to be the wingman because he was new to the house. Shawn also thought that Randy got back together with Dave because he felt sorry for him. It was disgusting.

 

Meanwhile, Chris and Adam were making out at a corner of the dance floor, which caught the eyes of C.M. Punk as he also noticed Chris playfully stalking Pearl afterwards , and followed her out on the balcony, making out. “Hey,” the Straight-Edger turned to Randy, Chavo, and Batista, “Is is just me, or is Jericho getting way too frisky tonight?”

 

“Your point?” Chavo wanted to know.

 

“I just saw him and Edge make out on the dance floor, then stopped and made out with that Pearl chick. Isn't she your boss?”

 

“What the hell is he doing trying to get into her pants?” said Dave.

 

“If it's not Adam,” said Randy, “it's the goddamn city.”

 

“Do you think he's bi?” Punk asked, then demonstrated how Chris was behaving. “ 'Cause he was all over Adam, then that girl. `Oh, Chris!'”

 

“No, he's fucking psycho! That's what it is.”

 

“Did he try to fuck you, Orton?”

 

The Legend Killer gave him a stink eye. “Punk, why in the hell do you even want to know what Jericho does in our house? I'll hurt him if he ever tries to molest me.”

 

“Maybe you want to fuck him, Punky,” said Chavo, laughing.

 

“Hey, I don't mess with him like that,” quipped Punk. “Word in the locker room is that he's one of those leather freaky hoes.”

 

“We all know that,” they all said.

 

“I knew it!”

 

Back at the bar, Shawn was still making drinks and getting tips. He noticed how the customers were picky with their drinks and never thought that bartending wasn't going to be easy. Another thing, he saw his wife jamming the music on her set, playing all of the music he wanted to get on the floor and dance to. “I wanna dance,” he whined to Chris, Randy, Adam, and Chavo.

 

“Shawn,” Chris informed him. “It's not going to close tonight.”

 

“What do you mean the bar's not going to close?”

 

“Go yell at Kennedy for it, he's the one that told me to tell you to keep it open the whole night.”

 

Not fair! the Heartbreak Kid thought to himself. Everyone's having a ball! Orton and Batista are on the corner getting way too buddy-buddy, Jericho's whoring around, Edge claims that he doesn't like the Chicago scene. But noooo, Edge is on the living room floor dancing the night away! And I'm stuck here selling screwdrivers and cranberry juice to everybody's mamas! Why me?

 

Just then, Chris came back for another screwdriver, which was annoying Shawn, as he and the other Bad Guys had warned the first-ever Undisputed Champion to not overdo it with the alcohol, especially with the Heartbreak Kid there. “No,” Shawn slapped his hand. “No more free drinks for you tonight, Chris! You know how you are when you drink. I smell it seeping your pores! Bye!”

 

“Shawn, don't be like that,” he pouted. “Do I have to use physical force just to get another screwdriver?”

 

He took his black and red shawl and playfully choked the Texan with it. “Jericho! I mean it! Cut it out!”

 

“Why?” Chris whispered into his ear, nibbling his earlobe, holding the shawl in his hand, the other caressing his inner thigh. “You know you love it, Shawn.”

 

“Hey!” Shawn shoved him. “Back off! You're still not getting another drink, period!”

 

“Aw, lighten up, Michaels! I was joking around with you!” Suddenly, Chris noticed Kanji and Rani Talwar, who was another of Punk's “stupid” friends (As Chris would call them), was flirting and making drunken sexual comments at Rebecca by the DJ's booth. “Uh, you sure you want to let those two flash their members at your wife like that?”

 

“You better not start with that!” Shawn yelled at him. “Enough!”

 

“Really, I'm not kidding, Shawn! They're messing with your wife! Look!” Chris pointed to Rebecca, and that set Shawn to the edge to where he jumped over the table and confronted the two men to where they were so drunk, they started to curse and shove Shawn around.

 

“Oh, yeah?!” cried the Heartbreak Kid as he went and attempted to give Sweet Chin Music to his wife's suitors but was stopped by Punk , Shankar, and Bina.

 

“What is the matter here?” Shankar said in his thick accent. “They do not mean harm, my friend.”

 

“Hey, if I were you,” Shawn let out a retort, “you would do the same thing if they were messing with your wife. I saw them with their pants down!”

 

“What is wrong with you?” Bina yelled at the drunken suitors in her Hindi language, slapping them hard in their faces. “Why must you disrespect me like this?”

 

“Yeah, what she said!” Punk agreed, then shoved his friends. “What is wrong with you? You don't mess with his wife like that!”

 

“Yeah,” Kanji tried to explain by demonstrating how large Rebecca's breasts were. “But they were huge!”

 

“We were curious!” said Rani. “And she wouldn't play our songs again!”

 

“I don't care!” scolded Punk. “That's his fucking wife, you sick pervs! That's why I don't hang around you two anymore! Because you guys do stupid shit like this! Do not talk to me the rest of the night—as a matter of fact, you are dead to me.”

 

Bina got even more upset as she threw the nasty perverts out the apartment, throwing in a few Hindi swear words. Punk walked away from the drama in disgust and decided to hang out with Chavo, Randy, and Batista. Chris, on the other hand, made his own screwdriver and ran off to the balcony before Shawn could catch him. It was bad enough that Randy was ruining his friendship with him by rekindling his with Dave's, Jericho stealing drinks at the bar, and now these two dumb-jock, Indian frat boys were sexually harassing his wife. The Heartbreak Kid was not having a good night. It felt like, for him, Satan had taken over the party in his hands. So he threw in the towel and stood at the bar selling drinks.

 

Meanwhile, Chris joined Pearl by a corner on the balcony. She was doing nothing all night but twirl her sari around her wrist. “Hey,” he greeted her.

 

“Hey,” she replied. “Having a good time?”

 

Chris smirked. “Honestly, I'm drunk and I'm bored. At least I kicked all of the bad people out of the party. Oh, except for those guys that Punk's friends with. Did you see what happened inside? They were harassing Shawn's wife, by flashing their cocks at her, and Shawn got pissed.”

 

“I take it that he ain't having a good time, neither,” Pearl chirped, then turned to face the shorthaired blond with a deadly smirk. “You instigated the fight with him and those guys, did you?”

 

“I had to, so I could get another drink.”

 

Then, Pearl grabbed the drink away, and said, “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

 

“I take it that you're bored, as well?”

 

“Fuck, yeah. I told Ken to do a metal bash, but since he has a circle of life with friends, it didn't happen.”

 

“Ken does what he does best. Without us six bad boys on a `suspension', he wouldn't make this party possible. Between you and me, I've been trying to get into his pants the moment he became our boss.”

Pearl's eyes widened. “Seriously? Me, too!”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean, trying to get into your pants the moment I laid eyes on you.” She and him immediately locked lips again, then let go of each other for oxygen.

 

Chris twirled his fingers in her curly, tied-back, black hair. “Do you find Ken attractive as well? I want the truth, Pearl.”

 

“Why, yes, I do,” she replied seductively in his ear. “Let's have a threesome. Kanji's cousin owns an adult shop on the North Side, and she's got some toys for us to play with at her place, if you don't mind kinky.”

 

“I don't mind it. I'm a dominator out of the ring. Roddy Piper can't get enough of me choking him with my whip.”

 

“Oh, my!” Pearl giggled, then followed him inside where the party was going on.

 

They found Ken by the food, and Chris whispered into his ear, “Hey, Pearl and I wanna get it on. Are you the guy we can use as an excuse?”

 

Ken nodded in response, and they went downstairs to Kanji's cousin Sita's apartment, and snuck into her room. There, Chris and Pearl made out on the bed, while eying Ken sitting in a chair across. Chris wasn't having it. So, he placed his foot between his legs and purred, “You gonna sit and watch or are you gonna join in? Huh?”

 

“Well,” Ken tried to utter but Chris's foot was rubbing the incoming erection between his legs.

 

“You know, Ken,” said Pearl, as she slowly opened the buttons of Chris's sherwani jacket. “You're going to have to join in whether you like it or not.”

 

“After all,” Chris added. “This is the Bad Guys Club.”

 

“This is the Bad Guys Club.”

 

“Are you a member?” Chris slowly pulled Ken to the bed and locked lips, then let go as he pounced the Minnesotan, hands caressing his chest under his shirt. “…or not?”

 

Meanwhile, back at the party, the rest of the Bad Guys were wondering where Chris and the bosses head off too, until C.M. Punk told them, “Yeah, I just saw Jericho with your two bosses heading downstairs to Kanji's cousin's apartment. They're gonna fuck each other, I know it.”

 

“Oh, my God!” cried Randy.

 

“When we get home,” said Batista, “I'm gonna fucking yell at Jericho for pulling that stunt.”

 

“He's what?” cried Shawn.

 

“You heard Punk.”

 

“You mean Jericho's offering to sleep with Pearl and Kennedy-Kennedy? Are you kidding me? He must have lost his doggone mind! Why am I not surprised?”

 

Back downstairs…

 

“FUUUCCCKKK!!” Chris hissed as Pearl, naked as the day she was born, entered him with a vibrator attached to a strap-on as she stroked his erection, smiling evilly.

 

“You like that, baby?” she said.

 

Chris moaned in response as the Brunette continued fucking him with the dildo attached to the strap-on while Ken fucked her cunt from behind. Moments later, they changed positions, with Chris riding Ken's cock, Pearl sucking Chris off, while Chris was caressing her breasts, and Ken eating her out. “Chris?” Pearl moaned. “I want you inside me.”

 

Meanwhile, back upstairs…

 

“I'm telling you,” Punk continued bragging about the threesome going on when Adam walked into the conversation and stood besides Chavo. “Someone's got competition.”

 

“What do you mean, competition?” The Rated R Superstar wanted to know.

 

“Hey, did you hear? Jericho's downstairs fucking Kennedy and Pearl.”

 

“WHAT?!” Adam's jaw dropped.

 

“He's a freak, man!” Chavo agreed with the straight edge rocker. “On top of the freaks in this party!”

 

“So you might as well take a number, Buddy,” said Punk.

 

“First of all,” Adam quipped, “Chris loves me!”

 

“Correction, mano,” Chavo scoffed, “Chris loves fucking you…in the bedroom, in Shawn's bedroom, in the shower, in the swimming pool, on the living room chair, on top of the kitchen counter, on top of the shark tank bar—

 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Punk interrupted. “You two Canadians had sex all over the clubhouse? Literally?”

 

Adam blushed, raked his long blond hair back, and smacked Chavo upside his head. “What's wrong with you, man?”

 

“And I bet you tried to get the cum stains off, did you Chav?” Punk rubbed it in.

 

“You kidding me?” exclaimed the Mexican Warrior. “The way these two cats go at it, shit, I might as well get the fucking fire hose—

 

“Hey!” the Ultimate Opportunist yelled, raking his hair back again. “No more talking about my sex life in that house! I mean it, Chavo and Punk! You have no idea! No idea! And Chavo, you just better not tell your aunt!”

 

“Adam, Vickie's gonna know all about it before our time here is over and when the divorce papers are final!”

 

“You guys are getting a divorce?” Punk asked. “Well, it's about time, Adam Copeland. Because seeing the both of youse together made me wanna—

 

“Shut up!” Adam stormed out of their sight and went to the balcony. Chris did go too far this time, and it was with their bosses. The Rated R Superstar thought that mixing with business and pleasure by constantly sticking his hand in the cookie jar, in that case, Chris's sexual encounters with Pearl and Ken was unprofessional. Of course, Chris wasn't the only one as Adam had done the same thing when Vickie was general manager of both RAW and Smackdown.

 

Meanwhile…

 

“Oh ,God!!” Pearl screamed as Ken and Chris double-penetrated her. “Fuck! There! Faster, I'm so close!”

 

Then, they switched positions, where Chris was penetrated by Ken as he ate Pearl out, while the brunette deep throated his cock. When Ken hit his sweet spot like Adam would do, Chris muffled a moan as he clawed his nails deeps into Pearl's sides. All of a sudden, that white heat soon gave in as all three of them, employers and employee, hit their climaxes and collapsed into a pile of tangled arms and legs. They quickly untangled each other and embraced into hugs and kisses. “Damn, Jericho,” Ken breathed.

 

“What?” Chris mumbled, covering his now beet-red face with his hands.

 

“You're a fucking freak, man. That was amazing!”

 

“Y'all are nasty as hell!” cried Pearl as she picked up her black sari, which was covered in seminal and vaginal fluids. “Now I can't wear this back to the party.”

 

“I'll go buy you a new one,” said Ken.

 

Pearl gave him her “over her dead body” glare. There was no way she wanted to dress like a belly dancer again. She was done with that theme, not that she was racist. On the other hand, Chris climbed over them, grabbed his costume, and quickly got dressed. “What time is it?” he asked them.

 

Ken stared at the alarm clock and slapped his forehead. “It's going to be three in the morning!”

 

“You dumbass!” said Pearl as she jumped up and dressed. “Your friends and their family are going to shit!”

 

“Don't worry about it! They're probably passed out!”

 

“Yeah, but Randy and the guys are on the clock, too! You don't remember that we hired these guys? Goddamn you, Ken!”

 

“Ahem!” Chris cleared his throat. “You forgot someone?”

 

“Oh,” Pearl quickly changed moods, then grabbed the shorthaired Canadian off the bed before he ever got to putting on his shoes. “Why the fuck are you still here? Get your ass downstairs before we dock your fucking pay!”

 

“Whoa, baby!” Ken calmed her down. “He didn't do anything wrong. Chris, don't worry. She gets into her moods whenever we have great sex.”

 

“Well, I was going to check on the guys downstairs anyway,” said Chris as he stole a bagful of exotic toys, put his shoes on, and left before saying, “you might wanna get rid of the evidence before that lady comes back.”

 

Pearl and Ken stared at the creamed black sari and the bed sheets, and cried, “FUCK!” before wiping it down with Fabreeze.

 

Chris headed upstairs and faced six men about to confront him. “Well, well, well,” said Dave. “Look who decided to join us.”

 

“Yeah,” Randy added, “while we busted our asses sending these people home and cleaning up the place, you had to join the mile high club with our bosses.”

 

“We didn't know we were going to take long,” Chris whined sarcastically.

 

Both the two former members of Evolution scoffed. “You just wait until we get home, Jericho,” chided Batista. “What you just did was messed up!”

 

The rest of the Bad Guys quickly cleaned up the place, and then Kanji's cousin Sita stopped by with gifts for the couple, and exotic gifts for the Bad Guys. “Since you have done a great job with the party,” she chirped, “I thought you would be rewarded as well.”

 

Later on in the middle of the night, the guys headed back to the mansion house, and Dave decided to call Kelly again. “What?” she mumbled on the other end of the line. “Honey, it's like four in the morning.”

 

“Oh, not fair!” Dave cried. “You said when I came back from the party, I'd call back, baby.”

 

“Well, I wanna sleep. And, my parents are here, so try again later, okay?”

 

“Okay, love you.” The Animal said and hung up. He walked back into his room with Randy and drunkenly slept with him in his bed…not intentionally.

 

Randy didn't care, he was wasted as well. And so, he placed his arm over the Animal and they both slept. “I love you, douchbag,” he muttered.

 

“I love you, too, fuckface,” Batista muttered.

 

The next couple of days passed by and C.M. Punk decided to invite Shawn and Chavo over to a pizzeria for dinner, while Randy and Batista slept in their room for the night. Chris and Adam, on the other hand, had something else planned in mind. “I'm telling you,” Chris confessed to his lover, lying on the living room reclining chair, “Kennedy and Pearl made me the next point person for the Halloween party, and this time, there will be nothing else going on between them and I.”

 

“You promise?” Adam replied.

 

“Please.” Chris walked over to the couch Adam was lying on and climbed on top of him. “I just wanna fuck you.”

 

They made out on the couch for several minutes before rushing to their bedroom at the end of the hallway where the other bedrooms, bathroom, and large closet were located in. Chris took out the bag of exotic toys he stole from Sita's apartment, and picked a blue vibrator from the pile. "Look at the mess you made, Christopher!” exclaimed Edge.

 

The nefarious superstar pushed the Rated R Superstar on his bed and took off all his clothes until he was down to nothing. Chris protected the blue phallus with a lubricated ridged condom, turned it on, and entered Adam with it. “Fuck, Jericho,” groaned Adam. “Feels so good. Suck me off.”

 

Chris reached down and licked the precum off Adam's cock, then lightly scraped down his shaft with his teeth, causing the longhaired blond to moan out his name. Then, Chris played with his balls as he turned the vibrator up a couple of notches, thrusting in and out of Adam as he continued sucking him off. “Stop teasing me!” cried Adam as he fucked the vibrator, begging for release.

 

“Don't cum yet,” purred Chris, stroking his lover off.

 

Meanwhile, at a Chicago pizzeria, C.M. Punk, Chavo, and Shawn hung out eating some good sausage deep dish pizza, and playing a good game of Monopoly, with Chavo earning more rent and utility money every time Punk or Shawn landed on Boardwalk, Park Place, Electric Company, and even Illinois Avenue. “Not fair, man!” cried Shawn. “You're gonna make me poor.”

 

“Hey, I'm trying to the same thing what the White man had done to the Latinos since we came in to wash your fucking cars, mow the lawns, clean your houses, and pick grapes,” Chavo laughed. “You owe me money, so pay up, Michaels.”

 

Punk started laughing at Chavo's mock militant attitude. “It's not funny!” Shawn whined. “I won't have a job after this.”

 

“Shawn, it's just a game,” said Punk. “He's only playing with you.”

 

“I don't like Monopoly anymore!” The Heartbreak Kid pouted. “I'm out.”

 

“Aw, come on, Shawn,” said Chavo. “I was just messing with you. Hey, I ain't like Orton. Ditching you for Batista. They're so disgusting together. ”

 

“Did you have to bring that up? I can't stand them together. Stupid Randy Orton. He had to pick a friend that parties. Randy's friends with Dave is because they're both sinners that like vodka and whores, and cigarettes. And, they come from big cities like St. Louis and Washington, D.C. Randy has a friend that is like him. Not like me—like him. Not fair!”

 

“Forget them,” said Punk. “At least you're changing. Did you see Jericho and Adam? What was up with them at the party? Then, Chris disappears with Ken and Pearl , and come back all messed up. “

 

“He fucked both of them,” Chavo smirked. “I knew they did.”

 

“Don't say that!” cried Shawn. “My ears!”

 

“Well, Jericho and Adam are better off together than Orton and Batista,” said Punk. “But the sleeping around with the bosses is just, nasty. I don't care if you are experimenting; you own bosses are never an option.”

 

“Well, why do you think I tried to get Adam off my aunt?” said Chavo. “I'm surprised they never slept together. But him cheating with Chris is making me uncomfortable. I'm not homophobic or anything, but if Adam married Vickie for her power, then Vickie should filed for a divorce instead of Adam doing it on national television, of all things.”

 

“Well, I know that Chris and Edge are going to fuck tonight.”

 

Back at the house…

 

“Yeah, Chris!” Adam cried after Chris turned the vibrator to the highest level, thrusting in and out. “God! Fuck, yeah.”

 

The shorthaired blond continued playing with the Rated R Superstar's balls and cock, while constantly teasing him with the blue vibrating phallus, causing him to scream in pleasure; Chris was already nude, and like a cat, he wanted him. “Ready for me, daddy?” he asked him.

 

“Yes, baby,” Adam moaned in response, stroking his cock.

 

So, Chris turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of Adam. Then he grabbed the lubricated female condom, placed it over him, and entered the Rated R Superstar's body, thrusting in and out of him. “Faster, pussycat!” Adam screamed, stroking his own shaft. “Fuck me harder!”

 

Chris grabbed his lover's long legs, like he was about to put him in the Walls, over his shoulders, and quickened the pace, moving in and out of him like a cat, slamming against Adam's prostrate. “Oh, that's my spot!” Adam cried. “Make me fucking cum!”

 

The loud noises from their room made it hard for Randy or Dave to go to bed. So they plugged their ears and screamed, “SHUT THE FUCK UP OVER THERE! FUCKING WHORES!!”

 

The Canadians didn't care, nor did they hear them. They went into another position, side-to-side, as Chris continued thrusting into Adam, pulling his long hair, and Adam spanking his older lover hard on his ass. As soon as Chris quickened the pace again, caressing his prostrate, Adam guided his hand to his cock and whimpered, “I'm gonna cum, baby! Please!”

 

All of a sudden, a wave of white-hot oceanic heat submerged the two as Chris came into Adam, riding out his climax. Then, he stroked Adam until the Rated R Superstar came onto the sheets. Chris pulled out and pulled out the female condom out of Adam, and licked Adam's cum off his hands. They went under the covers and cuddled, basking in the afterglows of their lovemaking. “That was awesome,” said Adam. “What a cardio!”

 

“Guess you missed all of that at the party, did you?” asked Chris.

 

“Yeah. I was fucking horny all night. I missed you.”

 

“I love you.” Chris kissed him. “Sleep, no?”

 

“Yeah.” They both drifted off to sleep. To Adam, he needed something to relax him amongst the craziness in the house: Chris. And so did Chris, but was it enough to control his temper next to his drinking for the next two months? Now that he was the point person for the next party they were about to do, how will he ever coexist with Randy and Dave?

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…