Chapter 1 A Chance Meeting

Brad Pitt sat in a restaurant across the table from his lover George Clooney trying to study the menu, when the sound of a man's laugh caught his attention. Lowering his menu Brad looked around pausing when he spotted an enchanting blonde sitting with another quite larger yet equally breathtaking man. The blonde appeared to be his height, but quite a bit more muscular. His friend was very big both much taller and bulkier that Brad was and if he guessed the body underneath those clothes was solid muscle. His hair was slightly longer than a normal man's cut. Its color was as black as midnight appearing to be a natural color and not coming from some bottle and was filled with beautiful waves. From the expression on his face as he watched the blonde, Brad knew that he loved the other man a great deal and from the look he was getting back he would guess that he was well loved in return. "You know it is somewhat of a faux pas to stare at other men when your lover is at the same table as you."

Brad smiled not bothering to turn his gaze from the couple even though he saw that the blonde had seen him staring at them. "Like it's somewhat of a faux pas to drag Matt Damon into the back of your limo and fuck his brains out when your lover is standing outside in the cold waiting to get in?" George laughed softly at the memory. "I was just trying to protect you. I had to make sure he hadn't gotten some dreadful disease from Ben that would make you run after women with big asses." Brad couldn't help it and laughed out loud that time and broke his gaze turning his eyes lovingly to the man sitting across from him.

"I'm telling you Brad Pitt was just checking you out!" Dave sighed and shook his head at his lover Chris. "Baby, he's sitting with George Clooney. Why would he be checking out me? Besides that I didn't think he swung that way." Chris grinned watching the men at the other table. "Well baby from the look he's giving George I would have to say you are WRONG! I've seen that look he's givin' George several times and they are always on your face not some chicks! Besides you're ten times better looking that George Clooney." Chris bit his lip trying to keep a straight face, but Dave just laughed. "You are so full of shit. You would sell your left nut to fuck George Clooney." Chris giggled and shook his head seeing Brad was once again looking at them. "No I wouldn't. The left nut is for Johnny Depp. The right one is for George." Dave couldn't stop the loud outburst of laughter that erupted from his chest drawing attention from the other restaurant patrons.

George couldn't resist turning his head this time to see the man his lover was so enthralled with, but saw his mate first. "My God," he muttered softly ignoring Brad's giggle. "Now who's in the midst of a faux pas? If you stare at the blonde any harder you're gonna start drooling." George simply ignored him as the blonde's eyes finally connected with him.

When Dave saw the look of first panic and then utter joy on his lover's face he could not resist the urge any longer to turn and look at the other table. When he saw that George was staring at Chris with what could only be described as an "I am going to fuck you hard and long" look he chuckled. Turning back around he knew that he should be miffed, but he had always been secure in Chris' love for him and never minded an occasional night with another man knowing that he would always return to him in the morning. Likewise Chris always trusted him the same knowing that when it came right down to it, it didn't matter how good any other man was between the sheets, Chris had his heart and his soul and he didn't intend on taking them back ever. "Oh my God, George is coming this way!" Dave turned again and smiled seeing indeed his lover was again right and turned back to see him trying to primp. "Relax Christopher; you look as gorgeous as always."

"Hello," George said speaking softly as he reached the table and Dave nodded holding out his hand as he knew Chris would be too nervous to introduce them. "Hey, I am Dave, this is Chris." George smiled noticing the blush on Chris' face and shook Dave's hand. "It's nice to meet you. I was wondering… would you two like to join us for dinner?" Chris squeaked and Dave grinned up at George then looked around to make sure no one else was close enough to overhear him. Then lowering his voice slightly responded. "I will agree only on the condition that you promise to wait 'til we're out of the restaurant before you fuck my Christopher. He's way too loud to bang in the men's room."

Chris gasped and blushed brightly. He was just about to scold Dave when George threw his head back and let loose a loud belly laugh. He then watched astonished as George leaned down slightly to whisper in Dave's ear. "If you promise the same with Brad then you have my full blessing. He isn't much of a screamer, but he definitely requires all night to properly appreciate his vast and varying charms." Dave nodded grinning and again shook the other man's hand then stood, picking up his and Chris' drinks following his lover and the man who craved him back to the other table.

Brad knew the second George had seen the blonde that he would go over to him. His lover was nothing if not predictable in his tastes. He wasn't surprised that the men were following him back to join them. George could be quite convincing when he put his mind to it and frankly he was rarely turned down. What did surprise him was the speed at which the big man and George had apparently bonded. George could at times be reserved in his judgment of people taking his time in warming to them, but he seemed to have taken to the big man right away if his laughter and unguarded facial expression meant anything.

The maitre d' came over and finally settled on giving them a larger more private table in the back. Brad wasn't sure if it was George's charm or the larger man's intimidating look that had done the trick, but Brad wasn't going to argue because it gave him valuable time to study the big man and what he saw made him shiver with need. His body which had been impressive when he was seated was simply mind boggling when he stood and Brad couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to taste every inch of him. His fingers ached to run through that hair, but it was his eyes that made him shiver. There was something hidden in them as if his animal instincts were barely being held in check. You could tell that a night with him would be something that you would never forget. Brad could barely wait to try it and hoped that George would make it possible before dinner was over.

When everyone had gotten seated George and Brad were sitting next to each other on a sofa style bench at the back of the table and Chris and Dave were seated in chairs at the front. Brad was just about to ask George to introduce the men when he heard a squeal. "That's them! Herman, I am telling you that's them! I know that blonde hair anywhere!" Brad groaned and lifting his menu put it over his head hearing George laugh at him. Because of this he didn't see the couple approach and didn't know they had come to the table until the woman squealed again. "CHRIS JERICHO!" She shouted excited and frowning Brad lowered the menu confused. When the blonde chuckled and stood to hug the woman Brad looked from the man called Chris to the bigger man then to George who just shrugged as bemused as his lover. "Oh you're my favorite! I love the new Fozzy CD! I can't wait to see you and Christian at the PPV! I'm so glad you're friends again! Oh you are even sexier in person than you are on TV!"

Brad watched Chris sit blushing brightly and heard the big man chuckle softly. Unconsciously Brad shivered at the sound and wondered who these two men were. He watched the woman bounce excited and turn her eyes to the big man finally. "Oh and Batista you're my second favorite! I'm so glad you're away from that nasty Triple H. I can't wait to see you beat him to a pulp! I wish you and Randy would team up again though. You look so good together." Brad watched Dave stand and kiss the woman's cheek before sitting again himself. "Well you never know what's gonna happen." When he winked at the poor woman Brad thought that she was gonna faint and knew exactly how she felt.

Finally the man named Herman came over and convinced her to leave them to their dinner apologizing and it was their response that impressed him. "No need to apologize man. We are always happy to give a moment to the fans." Brad saw Batista nod in agreement looking at the woman fondly. "We know that without the fans we don't have a job. We appreciate the fact that she came over now instead of while we were eating. We'll be happy to give whatever time we can before or after we eat as long as you allow us to enjoy our dinner." The woman nodded fast and bouncing again hugged both men once more before promising she wouldn't bother them again and letting Herman pull her away.

Finally the two men turned and Chris smiled shyly. "Sorry about that." George laughed and shrugged. "We understand completely. The pretty boy here is probably miffed that she didn't squeal for him." Brad wrinkled his nose and looked up seeing the big man watching him. When he winked at him it was Brad's turn to smile shyly. "So umm your names are Chris and… Batista?"

Dave chuckled and rubbed Chris' back. "You're half right. He is Chris. I am Dave." Brad nodded blushing slightly. "Umm what do you do? She said something about an album, but then she talked about matches… are you fighters?" Dave nodded taking a sip of his drink before responding. "We are both wrestlers. Chris though also had a band called Fozzy and he's the singer." George nodded shaking his head. "That's why Chris' name sounded familiar. My assistant's daughter talks about him nonstop." Dave looked at his lover who was again blushing and looked at George. "That isn't unusual. He's the pretty one. All the girls squeal for him. I'm just the big brute that their boyfriends ask training tips from and try not to piss off."

Chris sniffed and eyed Dave. "You say that like the women don't ogle you too. Drooling over all them muscles… I'd rather be sexy than pretty anyway." Dave smiled and turned his eyes to George who was laughing. "Does THIS conversation sound familiar?" Brad blushed and picked up his menu determined to finally get something to eat.

Later that evening as they were waiting on their dessert Brad took a moment to try and calm his nerves as he listened to Chris and George talking quietly. Dave was watching him with those intense eyes of his and Brad was trying not to just jump him right there. When the waiter asked him what he wanted for dessert it had been almost too tempting not to say a can of whipped cream and a little privacy. Lifting his eyes Brad found himself looking right into Dave's dark smoldering gaze and found all rational reasonable thought fled his brain. "Do you two ever… spend time with other people?" As soon as the question was out of his mouth Brad put his hands over his face not believing that he had asked the question. His brain really must be foggier than he thought. The man was worse than any drug or alcohol and after looking at him all through dinner Brad was surely under the influence of Batista.

Dave chuckled softly at the question and leaning forward reached across the table to pull Brad's hands away from his face. "Shh, it's ok. To answer your question yes Chris and I have an open relationship. We never hide our feelings from each other. Despite the fact that we now have basically the same traveling schedule it hasn't always been like that. We are both secure enough in our love for each other to know that no one else can come between that so why not indulge ourselves in an occasional attraction?"

George saw Brad nodding as he stared into Dave's eyes and wondered if he had heard a word that the big man said. He noticed Dave running his thumbs over Brad's knuckles trying to calm his embarrassment and knew he could now turn his full attention to Chris without having to worry whether Brad would be treated as he should be or just used for his pretty face. Turning his gaze back to Chris he saw the younger man was watching him and smiled softly enjoying the slight blush that rose to his cheeks again. "That woman was right. You are very pretty."

Chris wrinkled his nose and lowering his gaze turned his attention to his pop. "No I'm not. Not like him anyway." George didn't have to look to see it was Brad that Chris had nodded to. Casually George shrugged. "He's ok." Quickly Chris' eyes lifted as he stared at George incredulously. "He's ok?! He's Brad Freakin' Pitt Junior!" George's lips twitched and his eyebrow lifted as Chris's eyes got big and once more his head dipped. When George noticed that Brad and Dave had grown quiet he turned his gaze to Brad to see his lover watching him amused and Dave smiling. He saw the big man reach over and rub his lover's back whispering in his ear then straightened and grinned at George. "Meet the alter ego Y2J. Baby, maybe you should put him away for the evening. His… arrogance probably isn't going to win you friends tonight."

George shook his head looking at Chris. "I don't mind." Chris looked up and bit his lip. "No Dave's right. Y2J's being a bitch right now. Sometimes even Dave can't stand to be around him. He needs to stay away tonight." George nodded acquiescing to the blonde's wishes if only for the moment. "I know who he is, but I also know he is just a man. He talks in his sleep, hogs the covers, and can be incredibly whiny. He is very good looking, but so are you and besides all that you have muscles." George ignored Brad's sniff of protest betting that Dave would soon have him distracted again.

Chris looked up and cocked his head to one side watching George now intrigued at his reaction. "Dave has muscles." George smiled and nodded. "Yes he does, but he isn't really my type and besides his are too big. I want you." Chris opened his mouth to respond, but no sound would come out. George turned his gaze to Dave. "Would you like to join us at our home?"

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