Jeff giggled. He didn't know how he did it, but he could get his lover to do almost anything. Right now Chris Jericho was wearing Jeff's T-shirt and nothing else, and was engaged in a complicated belly dancing routine. Jeff had innocently commented that he thought belly buttons were sexy, and within a week Chris had pierced his navel and had promised Jeff this performance.

The younger Hardy giggled, but still continued to play with himself. It was such a turn on, seeing Chris dancing that way. He truly was beautiful. Jeff was tempted to ask for a lap dance, but found that he didn't need to, because Chris sauntered his way over to where Jeff was sat and began to wiggle his ass over Jeff's lap, turning round when Jeff moved his hands up to pull Chris closer to him.

He waggled his finger. "No touching Jeffie, not yet anyway. I'll tell you when."

Screwing up his nose, Jeff moved his hands back to his cock and continued to play with himself. Chris carried on gyrating in front of him, turning around every so often so that Jeff could admire his navel ring, the sensuous movement of his stomach, and the glorious sight that was his cock.

Jeff had had enough of this torture. He was as hard as anything and wanted to pound Chris through the mattress. Gingerly standing up, his naked form dragged Chris over to the bed and unceremoniously pushed him onto it. He landed on all fours, and smiled invitingly at Jeff, wiggling his ass a little as a form of enticement.

Jeff was enticed. He crawled onto the bed behind Chris and began to massage his ass, squeezing it a little. Then he nipped at the skin, leaving little red marks, dragging his tongue over the red patches to soothe them. Chris shivered, knowing what was coming next. Jeff's tongue, teasing and pushing into him. One of Jeff's hands had found it's way to Chris' cock, and was pulling and squeezing at it, sending Chris wild with desire.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, Chris whispered to Jeff. "Please baby, want you now." And what could the younger Hardy do but oblige? He sat up and moved a little, this dripping cock poised at Chris' entrance. Slowly he pushed his way into him, stopping every time he heard a whimper of pain from the Canadian and allowing him to adjust to the sensation. When he was sure that Chris was comfortable, he succumbed to his desires and began to thrust into him, turned on beyond words by each cry that came from Chris' lips, each desperate plea for more. Y2J was shaking and shuddering beneath Jeff, eyes closed so that he could concentrate on the pleasure that Jeff was giving him, both with the wild thrusts into him and the hot hand that was enclosed around his cock. Chris' orgasm sparked Jeff's, and he spilled his seed deep inside him, holding himself inside his lover for as long as possible. When he pulled out of Chris and lay in his arms he smiled. Jeff's kissed his lover's cheek and sighed.

"What is it Jeff?" Chris asked shyly, exhausted but happy.

"I love you Chris. That you would do that for me means a lot."

"What can I say Jeff? Making you feel good is a huge turn on." Chris blushed.

"I love you." Jeff watched Chris until he fell asleep, then flicked the TV on. His mind was whirling as he scanned through the channels. Gladiator was showing, and Jeff got another idea.

He switched off the TV and snuggled next to Chris' warm body and drifted to sleep, making a mental note to ask Chris how he would feel about wearing a toga.