Shawn's match had been long and tiresome, and Batista had thrown more stiff punches than he had felt in the ring in years. Hell, the way he had been in the ring, he almost thought Dave had thought he had been trying to hit on Randy or something. He was sore and tired, and all he wanted was a hot shower to relax his muscles and take the tension away.

To make matters worse, Hunt was on vacation, and Ric was out injured, so he didn't even have anyone to hang out with tonight after the show. Oh, he could hit the hotel bar with some of the younger guys, but that just made him feel his age like nothing else. No thank you, he'd just stay in his room and watch some TV. Maybe call home or something.

Stepping into the locker room, he noticed a bag on the bench next to his and glanced around, wondering who was in his locker room, and what they were doing there. He hadn't been told he was sharing with anyone, so he was more confused than anything else.

Walking over, he looked at it carefully, trying to figure it out, but not wanting to actually open it. Finally giving up, he reached into his own bag for his shower supplies, pulling out a towel as well, he shrugged and sat down to jerk off his boots, quickly followed by his tights and jock before heading for the shower, vaguely noticing Chris Jericho was nearing the end of his match on the monitor.

Groaning as he walked into the locker room after his own match, CJ shut the door behind him with a sigh of relief. Normally he shared with either Adam and Jay, or Benny, but not today. Him and Benny were fighting, over something stupid, at that, and Adam and Jay's anniversary was today. Desperate he may be, but not desperate enough to try to share with him and get cavities. God, the sweetness factor was enough to make him ill.

Not paying attention to anything as he walked over to the bench, CJ was so far lost in thoughts that he had already stripped and grabbed his shower supplies, halfway to the shower when he heard the sound of water running. Fuck, he had thought Shawn was not back, having a meeting with Vince or creative or something.

No help for it, CJ stepped into the shower room, a big, open area with several shower heads, white tiled walls and a large drain in the middle of the room. The air was hot and moist, a thick fog of steam filling the air, pungent with the scent of vanilla from Shawn's body wash. Not moving any further into the room for a moment, simply looking at Shawn, rivulets of water running down over his chest, stomach, down his thighs. Wet and slick and soapy, his sweet scent strong in the air, hands above his head threading through his wet hair, bright blue eyes closed at the moment. He was fucking gorgeous.

Shawn opened his eyes a moment later, he had the odd feeling of eyes burning into him, roving over him. A pleased smile coming to his lips at the sight of CJ staring hungrily at him, Shawn arched a brow in silent invitation.

Not needing to be asked twice, Chris stalked across the room, supplies dropping to the floor uncaringly in his wake. Reaching Shawn, he raised one hand up to tangle in his hair, dragging his head down to kiss him hungrily, demandingly as he walked him backwards into the cool tile wall behind him.

Shawn leaned back into the wall, the difference in temperatures from the cool tile, the hot water, and Chris's warm body pressed fully against him making him moan hungrily down into his mouth. Both Shawn's hands came up to Chris's shoulders, kneading lightly as he brought one long, curvy leg up to wrap around Chris's thigh, opening himself better for Chris's free roaming hand.

Chris immediately took advantage of the movement of Shawn's leg, his finger sliding down to stroke firmly over his opening for a moment, feeling it relax under his finger before sliding the water slicked digit inside Shawn. So hot, so tight, and so fucking responsive with the way his body arched into him, rocked his hips, their wet cocks sliding together offering a delicious friction.

Shawn's leg lifted higher, up to wrap around Chris's waist, opening himself even further as Chris slid a second finger into him, thrusting them and scissoring them inside him. A shudder of pure desire ran through him as he rocked even more firmly against Chris, pleading, mewling moans emitting from the back of his throat.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Shawn?" Chris asked, changing the angle of his thrusting fingers to brush against Shawn's spot, feeling him jolt against him.

"Yes. Now, CJ…fuck, yes. NOW!" Shawn commanded, hand sliding down between their bodies to grasp Chris's cock, guiding it to his entrance.

"Your wish…"Jericho responded with a breathy chuckle, withdrawing his fingers and shifting his hips forward, feeling Shawn's welcoming, tight heat sheathing his cock.

Moans and groans filled the air as their straining bodies rocked against each other, their hands slid along the slick, silky skin of each other's bodies. Faster and faster they rocked, Shawn writhing and undulating between the wall and CJ, Chris thrusting into Shawn, one hand wrapping around his cock and stroking him in time with their movements, long and tight, his thumb circling the head on each stroke.

Needy moans sounding loudly over the running water, the water beginning to chill, but neither man noticed in their strain to find completion, faster and faster they rocked against each other. Shawn's body tightened first, clenching unbelievably tight around Chris as he convulsed, screamed, seed spilling forth over Chris's stroking hand to land on their stomachs before being rinsed away by the water. Chris followed him over, being drug over the edge by Shawn's clenching, thrusting erratically several more times before his own muscles locked into place and he exploded inside Shawn with a loud growl.

Slowly, ever so slowly, they caught their breath, their pounding hearts slowed and they drew apart. Both men simply looked at one another for a moment, smiled, and went back to taking their showers like nothing had happened.

End.