Chris Jericho had never been to Vince McMahon's house before, but this party was not to be missed if he valued his job. His boss at McMahon communications was always scrupulous about attendance when it came to parties, and Chris couldn't avoid this one, especially as it was the first one he'd been invited to. He wasn't looking forward to it: on the invite list he'd seen, every other employee invited must have been at least twenty years older than him.

When he got there the party was in full swing. Chris grabbed himself a drink then spotted his boss and went over to make his presence known.

"Hey Vince. Great party." He motioned a toast and smiled politely.

"Chris, glad you could make it." Vince was as cheerful as ever. He motioned for someone to come over. "Have you met my partner yet?" Chris shook his head. "Well, this is Jeffrey Hardy. Jeffrey, this is Chris, I've mentioned him to you before."

"You have. It's nice to meet you Chris." The young man smiled shyly, but it was a smile that lit up his face.

Chris just stared. This would have to be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. His hair was every color of the rainbow, his facial hair shaved into intricate patterns, and jewelry adorned his ears, fingers and his navel, where his flat stomach was emphasized by a short T-shirt and hipster jeans worn with a silver belt.

"It's n…nice to meet you too." He stammered, still a little shocked: Vince had to be thirty years older than him at least.

"Chris, I'll leave you in Jeffrey's capable hands." Vince grinned. "I appreciate that you don't have much in common with most of the associates I've invited here."

"Thank you." He murmured; he couldn't help watching as his boss kissed the younger man tenderly, then walked off.

Then he felt awkward. "So, err… Jeffrey."

The young man grinned. "You can call me Jeff. I prefer it, but Vince likes Jeffrey."

"Jeff." That felt more comfortable. "So… what do you do?"

"Well…" his cheeks reddened a little. "To be perfectly honest, I do Vince." He laughed as Chris' eyes widened. "He looks after me… and I look after him."

"I see." Chris was trying not to choke down his drink.

"I guess that made you uncomfortable, huh?" Jeff took the glass from him and set it down on a nearby table. "Don't be, really. I'm not."

"It just wasn't what I expected." Chris regained his composure.

"No? Why else would I be with Vince?" Jeff cocked his eyebrow. "Seriously, I feel a lot of affection for him. It's not as

mercenary as it sounds. He rescued me and treats me good, and I look after him in return."

"I guess." The blushing had finally left Chris' face. "How did you meet him?"

"You know the strip club on 4th?" The blond knew it well; he'd been a regular there since he'd moved to the city. "I was working as a dancer. Vince was one of my best customers. One night he made me a proposition, and here I am."

"Cool."

"Come with me Chris." Jeff took his hand and dragged him outside, to the maze at the back of the garden.



"Vince never comes out here. This is my maze, I designed it. It's my own little space."

"So why bring me out here?"

Jeff looked a little lost. "I don't know." He pushed a few strands of blue hair out of his eyes. "I guess… no one… Vince asked me to entertain you… I like it out here… I don't like the parties Vince gives… I'm more comfortable out here."

"Yeah?" Chris looked at him carefully. This boy wasn't revealing everything yet.

"It's nice, to have someone near my own age to talk to." Jeff looked up tearfully for a second, then looked away. "I mean, I love Vince, I really do, but…Vince said… I think he knows that… it was why he invited you… he knew I liked you… he wants…"

"What do you mean, he knew you liked me? What's all this about?" Chris led Jeff over to a stone bench at the entrance of the maze. "Jeff, tell me what's happening here."

"Vince… I was with him at the office one day… I saw you through the window, and Vince knew that I was attracted to you… he said that I could… I don't know, like go after you… and one part of me desperately wants to. But I don't know if I can. I don't want to hurt

Vince, I don't want to take his money then be with someone else. Cos I could never cheat on him, or you. Hell, you're probably not interested in me anyway." Jeff's monologue was punctuated by sniffles, and he buried his face in his hands.

"Jeff." Chris pulled his hands away from his face and held them within his own, forcing the younger man to look up. "I'll be honest with you. One part of me wants to know you better, I'm incredibly attracted to you, I think you're beautiful, but, I can see how much you care for Vince, and I don't want to put you in an awkward situation. He obviously cares for you, and he wants you to be happy. He wouldn't give you that freedom if he didn't want that. I think we both need to talk to him, so we know where we stand, cos I would truly like to know you better, but not if it's going to make you uncomfortable or unhappy. Talk to Vince, Jeff. Find out what he wants for you."

"Thank you." Nervously Jeff chewed his lower lip. "Chris… will you kiss me?"

He leant forward to kiss the boy, at first their lips just touching but gradually pulling each other deeper, with an embrace that left them both breathless.

"Come on now, before we get cold." Slipping a caring arm around Jeff's shoulders, Chris reluctantly led him back to the house. Vince raised a questioning eyebrow when they returned to the party, but made no comment.



Jeff snuggled up to Vince in bed that night, trying to hide his melancholy the best he could. The older man wrapped his arms around him tightly, sensing the conflict within him.

"Talk to me Jeffrey." He smiled tenderly as the younger man looked up, surprised. "This is about Chris, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry." Jeff sniffed. "I… I really like him… and he said that he'd like to get to know me… but I couldn't… I couldn't cheat on you Vince, not ever. You mean more to me than I think you realise."

"But Jeffrey, I want you to be happy. And if that means you being with Chris, then that's OK. You're to young to spend the rest of your life with me."

"But I want you to be happy too."

"Jeffrey, I am happy. Seeing you as you are now, compared to when we first met. That I had a hand in that transformation makes me happy. I am happy in my life Jeffrey, I promise you. But I know you're not, and I can't deny you the chance of happiness with Chris, not now that you're so close." Vince touched his cheek. "You make me proud, and you make me happy, you know that."

"But I'm scared. I'm so secure with you Vince, and I'm risking that. What if it all goes wrong and I'm left alone cos you've met someone else?"

"I'll always be here for you. You always come first in my life, you know that. Sure you're gonna be scared, but I'm sure Chris will help you through that."

"Are you sure?" Jeff sniffed again and wiped his eyes. "Vince, you mean so much to me, I don't….."

"Shhhh Jeffrey. I'll talk to Chris tomorrow, and maybe he could come over to see you." Vince kissed his eyes shut. "Now sleep Jeffrey. I love you sweetheart."

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The next day at work Chris was nervous. What was Vince going to say to him? He was basically trying to steal his boyfriend, after all. He feared the worst as he got a call that the boss wanted to see him.

Nervously he knocked on the door. "Vince, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes Chris. Come in, shut the door and sit down please." Chris did as he was told.. "Now Chris, I've spoken to Jeffrey, and he… well, he's sure of his feelings for you. How do you feel about him?"

"I… I don't know." He looked at Vince with honest blue eyes. "I think he's beautiful and… I'd like to know him better."

"Would you ever hurt him?"

"No, no!" Chris stated quickly. "I don't think I could ever hurt something so beautiful."

Vince smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way Chris. I've achieved almost everything I ever wanted to in life. Except for making Jeffrey happy. I hope that by bringing you together I might achieve that."

"But what about you and…?" Chris asked, shocked.

He laughed. "I love Jeffrey, and I know that he feels great affection for me, but I also know that he's not happy. I'm not prepared to deny him that happiness, just for my own selfish needs. Jeffrey's been through an awful lot, he needs security and contentment. I can make him secure, but I think that only you can make him happy."

Chris nodded thoughtfully. "Can I ask… what happened to Jeff?"

"I think you should ask him. Once he's comfortable with you he'll tell you."

"OK." He fidgeted a little. He still didn't feel entirely comfortable with this.

"Chris, I can understand your discomfort." Vince was a perceptive man. After 40 odd years in business, he had to be to be as successful as he was. "I'm not planning anything, I have my reasons for this, and one day I'll tell you, but for now, please trust me."

This was the strangest situation Chris had ever been in, but the allure of that beautiful rainbow was too much to fight. "I'll try and make him happy Vince."

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As requested, Chris went to visit Jeff just a few hours later. Vince had insisted that he take a few days off, so he could spend some time with the young man.

Nervously Chris stood at the huge front door of Vince's home and rang the bell. A member of the domestic staff greeted him and led him straight to the garden at the back of the house, to the entrance of Jeff's maze. Left alone, Chris sat down and waited for the rainbow to arrive.

A few minutes later, Jeff walked out of the maze, his head bowed low and a melancholy air about him.

"Jeff." Chris stood up and whispered his name. The younger man spun round, shocked.

"Chris!" The melancholy dissipated. "What are you doing here?"

"I talked to Vince today." He stated calmly, but his heart was beating in his ears. "I… he wants to give us a chance. I want to take it."

"Oh Chris!" Jeff threw himself into his arms. "I'm so glad you said that. I talked to Vince too… and he wants me to be happy."

"I have a few days off, so we can spend the next few days getting to know each other, can't we?" Chris smiled, and taking a chance, kissed Jeff's cheek.

Jeff returned the kiss with a grin. "Cool. Let's go to the kitchen, have you eaten yet?" Chris shook his head. "We'll go… the chef's doing my favorite today, chicken lemon salad."

"That's my favorite too." Chris exclaimed. "I wonder what else we have in common."

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It turned out that they had very similar tastes. Both adored Leonardo di Caprio, especially in Titanic, rock music, the color purple, there were just so many things.

Jeff was beaming and talking animatedly, Chris occasionally commenting but mostly watching the happiness and passion on Jeff's face. This was the most comfortable that he'd felt with someone for a long time, and it felt completely right.

A lot later on, the phone rang. It was Vince, and he informed his young love that he was going away on business for a few days. Jeff began to tremble: he hated staying in that big house on his own. All the staff left at nine, and Jeff always felt very scared and alone. Vince knew this fact well, so he casually suggested to Jeff that Chris stay over. Jeff agreed, not really thinking about the implications of this, and was a little calmer. He wished Vince well, then hung up.

Then he realized what he'd have to ask Chris. The older man sensed something was wrong and looked at Jeff with concern.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"Vince is going away for a few days, and I don't like staying here on my own." He muttered nervously. "I said… I should ask you to stay… but that makes me sound like I'm a slut, and I don't want you to think that."

"I don't." Chris took Jeff's hands, which had been hiding his face. "I don't think you're a slut, I know it's a completely innocent thought that you had, and I'd be happy to stay here, and I wouldn't expect anything from you, I wouldn't pressure you. This is a huge house Jeff, I'm sure there's a guest room I could stay in."

Jeff let out an audible sigh of relief. "Sure. I'll get the housekeeper to make up a room for you. Thank you Chris." He smiled, realizing that he didn't need to worry.

"OK, well, would you like to come over to my apartment with me to pick up my things?" Chris vaguely remembered that his place was a complete mess, but it didn't bother him that much.

"I'd love to." Jeff was curious about Chris' home, irrationally wondering what it would be like to live there.



"I'll drive, OK?" Jeff nodded. "Did Vince say how long he would be away for?"

"A few days. With him, that means anything up to a week."

"OK, just so I know how much stuff to bring. Shall we go then?"

Jeff grabbed his keys, following Chris outside to the older man's blue sports car.

"Oooh it's nice." Jeff said appreciatively. Proud, Chris pulled the roof back so that they could drive in style.

Jeff couldn't help but stare at Chris as he was driving. He was beautiful, Jeff thought, with his long, flowing blond hair, his chiseled face and muscular body partially disguised by a white T-shirt and black jeans. His blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, and each time he smiled over at Jeff, his face lit up, like a shooting star in the night sky.

"When did you move here Chris?" Jeff asked. Though he wasn't a native, he recognized that Chris' accept wasn't local either.

"About a year ago. I came to Greenwich from Canada, cos there were no jobs where I lived, it was a small town and I had to get out of there."

"I definitely knew that accent wasn't local." Jeff grinned thoughtfully. "I suppose I'm the same."

"Where are you from?" Chris guessed the south, but he couldn't be any more precise than that.

"North Carolina." Jeff's voice was clipped and Chris immediately knew to change the subject.

They pulled up at his apartment. The abode was small, messy, but unique. Posters and prints covered every wall, and CDs were piled everywhere. The kitchen was barely used by the look of it, and the bed was unmade.

"My god Chris, it's such a mess."

He shrugged. "I don't have time to clean properly. I do it about once a month, that seems to be OK."

"The domestic staff would freak if I left a room like this. They like the house tidy before they start cleaning." Jeff giggled, shaking his head.

All this time Chris was putting clothes into a holdall, figuring he'd have enough clothes there for at least three days. "I've got everything now, I think. Shall we go back to your place?"

"Sure." It was getting late, and the staff would be leaving soon, and Jeff wanted to be home before they left.

They were just in time. Chris sat in the cosy lounge while Jeff locked up and set various alarms.

"Just the ones for Vince's study and the games room, where the valuables are." Jeff informed the Canadian. "It means we can pretty much move about the house freely though."

"Cool. What do you want to do now?"

Jeff bit his lip. Suddenly he felt very unsure. "I… I don't know. We could watch a movie?" Was that what Chris would want? He had no idea.

"Good idea." The blond smiled reassuringly. "How `bout we watch Titanic?"

Jeff relaxed a little. Chris didn't expect anything. That was good. He set up the DVD and started the movie, grabbing a box of tissues then sitting down next to the Canadian. He soon found himself so immersed in the movie he forgot his anxieties about Chris and was resting his head on his shoulder, sobbing, before he realized it. Chris was crying too. It was just something about that love story that got to him every time.

Once the movie had finished they sat together in silence, Chris sniffing a little then sneaking a look at Jeff, who was making a futile effort to wipe his eyes.

"I love that movie." Chris forced a teary smile. "It's just… it's so brave of them to fall in love like that, with no though of the consequences."

"Yeah." Jeff sighed wistfully. "I wish I had the guts… I was capable of falling in love like that."

"I think everyone is capable." Chris detected the self-doubt in Jeff's voice. "You just have to believe in yourself enough to go for it."

Jeff closed his eyes and stayed silent, prompting Chris to think that he'd said the wrong thing. Then his green eyes revealed themselves, sparkling with unshed tears but with a little spark of happiness that hadn't been there before. "I'm never going to give up trying." He murmured, before standing up and holding out a hand. "I'm tired. Shall we go to bed?"

Chris nodded, taking the outstretched hand and squeezing it, simultaneously seeing a flicker of emotion cross the chiseled face of the younger man. He wasn't sure what it was, so was immediately put on guard.

They walked to the bedrooms in silence, Jeff showing Chris his room.

"I'm across the corridor… there's a bathroom through the door over there." He waved a hand over to the right side of the room. "If you need anything…"

"Thank you Jeff." Chris smiled cautiously, pleased when the emotion was reciprocated. "Likewise. I sleep lightly, so if you need anything, I'm here."

Jeff assented and quickly left, shouting a vague "goodnight Chris" from his room. The blond was left alone and confused as hell. This was the weirdest situation he'd ever been in: here he was with someone else's boyfriend, with their permission. And with someone who was so beautiful, so alluring. But also innocent and scared, and that was something that confused and worried him. Vince had alluded to Jeff's past, and Chris was sure that something bad had happened, but he didn't know what, and was scared to ask. What if he couldn't handle what Jeff told him? With a thousand unanswered questions in his mind, Chris fell into a light, dreamless sleep.



Jeff awoke his guest the next morning with breakfast in bed. Chris yawned and stretched, getting his bearings, then smiled at the younger man.

"You didn't have to do this for me Jeff. It looks wonderful though."

Jeff blushed. "The chef prepared it for me, well for us actually. Do you mind if I stay here and eat with you?"

"Of course I don't." He scooted over to make room for Jeff to sit down. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." Jeff sounded half surprised. "Did you?"

Chris nodded, as he had a mouthful of food. He was surprised, but he had a real appetite that morning, and it wasn't like him at all.

They finished eating, idly chatting, then Jeff cleared everything onto a tray. He looked at Chris with eyes that were wide, and innocent, and scared.

"Chris?" He asked in a soft, melodic tone. "Can I… would you…." He closed his eyes, half wishing he hadn't started speaking.

"What is it Jeff?" Chris asked softly, concerned. "You don't have to be scared. You can ask me anything, it's OK."

"Can I get into bed with you and will you hold me please?" He sounded so meek and frightened it broke Chris' heart.

"Of course you can." Slowly and carefully he pulled the covers back so that the younger man could lay down, then pulled the sheets over his slim frame. Jeff immediately cuddled up to Chris, and the blond snaked his arms round his waist and shoulders.

"I… I feel secure with you Chris." Jeff whispered suddenly. "I know you're not gonna hurt me."

"You know I wouldn't sweetheart." That Jeff could even consider that Chris would hurt him… "Jeff honey, you know I'm here for you. If you want to talk… if you want me to hold you…" He took a deep breath. How was he supposed to know which words were the right ones? "I like you Jeff. You are beautiful, and just from when we've talked so far I feel like I know you and I feel like you're a special person. And I'll admit, I'd like to know you better. I'd like is to have

something, but I'm not gonna pressure you into that. I'll wait, cos I just want you to be happy. I'd like to make you happy."

"You already have Chris." Jeff smiled tenderly, kissing his cheek. "You've done more for me than you could ever know. I'm often… well, I'm not sure how to act… I don't know what you want, what you expect of me… but now… I kind of understand where you're coming from… and that helps."

"I'm…" Chris couldn't finish his sentence because Jeff had swept up his lips in a passionate kiss. He felt like he was flying. Jeff's kiss was stirring something that opened up a whole new world of fireworks in his mind. The touch of Jeff's hand skimming up and down his back seemed to be charged with electricity, yet he was still scared to touch the younger man: wanting to give him that same intense feeling of pleasure but scared that if he did it would be too much for Jeff and he would leave.

"You can touch me Chris. I'm not going anywhere." Jeff whispered breathlessly, as if he could read his thoughts.

Chris ran his fingers through the silky lengths of Jeff's hair, caressing his neck, then tentatively ran a finger up and down his spine, smiling when he felt the younger body shiver. The skin was so soft, so smooth, so perfect, like he had never been touched before.

"Chris," Jeff whispered insistently. Somehow he had managed to pull himself on top of the Canadian, and sat back, kneeling over his stomach with one knee either side of him. "Chris… touch… let me touch you."

Chris bit his lip and assented, staring at Jeff with passion filled eyes, but having to close them at the sight of Jeff's hand, with his delicate painted fingernails, doing incredible things to his now revealed and fully erect cock. If he'd continued watching he'd have exploded within a moment, Jeff's hands were so skilful, so he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drown in the pleasure.

"Jeff… honey… I'm gonna…" before he could finish he felt Jeff's pretty hand move faster and tighter and he exploded, with the most intense orgasm of his life, cum wetting his stomach and Jeff's hand. Then he felt something else wet. It was Jeff's tongue licking him clean. Chris touched Jeff's head gently, and the younger man looked up with a shy smile, finishing licking Chris' stomach, , then licking his hand clean right in front of Chris' admiring and shocked eyes.

"Jeff, sweetie… oh my god…" For once Chris was speechless. "I've never felt so good… baby that was…"

"Shhh." Jeff kissed his words away. "You don't need to say anything. I just wanted to show you… how special… how important you are to me."

"Oh Jeff." Chris' eyes filled with tears. "Can I… can I do… can I make you feel good… make you feel the same way you made me feel?"

He shook his head. "I already feel good Chris. Just hold me again please."

"Sure angel." Chris was perturbed. Jeff seemed to have frozen a little, struck with nerves again when Chris had said that. He pulled Jeff into his arms and held him until his body relaxed. "It's OK Jeff. I know that something is hurting you… and I know that you're not ready to tell me… but I just want you to know… I'm here. I'll listen if you want me to. Or I'll just hold you sweetie. Whatever you want."

"I know." Jeff sniffled despite himself. "I will talk to you about it one day, I just don't feel ready yet. But right now you're giving me what I need. This feels right."

Chris squeezed him a little tighter and kissed his forehead, wishing he could take all the hurt away. He was becoming more sure of his own feelings every minute, but less sure of Jeff's. He wanted to understand what Jeff was going through, but couldn't, and knew that he wouldn't until Jeff revealed what was in his mind.

When Chris looked at Jeff again he saw he was dozing, so he closed his eyes and drifted into a blissful but troubled sleep.



Chris awoke to find himself alone. He sat up, for a moment thinking that he must have been dreaming, then he saw Jeff, coming back to him from the bathroom.

"Jeff," he sighed in relief. "I thought… I thought I'd been dreaming…"

"You didn't dream." Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and touched Chris' cheek. "You and me… there's something special, I know it."

"But…" Chris knew there was something else coming.

"But I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I want to just sit down with you and tell you everything but I'm scared to." Jeff punched a pillow in frustration.

"Jeff it's OK." Chris took that fist and held it firmly. "It's OK to be scared. I'm glad that you want to tell me what's hurting you, but I'm not gonna pressure you… whenever you feel comfortable… that's when you should tell me."

"Thank you." Jeff felt like Chris was making it so easy for him, far easier than it should be. But he tried to put his worries to the back of his mind, and forced a smile. "What are we gonna do today?"

"I dunno." Chris shrugged. "What do you normally do during the day when Vince isn't here?"

"Read, write, or draw… or shopping." Jeff grinned. "They're all things I adore doing."

"You write?" Chris was pleasantly surprised. "Can I read anything you've written?"

Jeff nodded shyly. "How `bout you shower and dress, and I'll find something out for you to read."

Chris was intrigued. Jeff obviously wasn't just a pretty face.

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Jeff handed Chris a notepad, while clutching another to his chest. He nodded slightly, then sat down opposite Chris and began writing.

Chris opened the notepad and began to read Jeff's neat script. There were stories, poems, the odd line, quotations from Shakespeare, Marlowe, Wilde, a hundred different names that showed not only that Jeff was extremely well read, but that he hurt inside and these quotations and creations helped him to deal with that.

There was a theme of betrayal that permeated the work, an innocence lost, a life destroyed, a heart cracked by a multitude of agonies. Chris looked up at Jeff with tears in his eyes: he was concentrating on his current project, the agony he had written of seemingly absent at the present time.

"Jeff this is amazing honey." Chris told him with admiration. "You're so talented, I've never read anything like this."

He blushed. "I'm glad you like it. I… I don't show those things to many people… only you and Vince."

"I'm honored." Chris truly was. "And all those quotations, Jeff

you've read so much, some wonderful plays and poems."

"I love literature, it's the most wonderful thing, especially the Renaissance works. I love how they can be interpreted in hundreds of different ways." Jeff seemed animated in his love of the subject.

Chris adored literature too. "Have you read `Edward II'?" He asked excitedly.

Jeff nodded vigorously. "I love that play. It's the way that so many people try to keep Gaveston and Edward apart, how much Edward's prepared to lose. I wish…" his voice trailed off wistfully. "someone would do that for me… give up everything if they had to, it's the ultimate romantic gesture, like at the end of `A Tale of Two Cities'."

"Maybe someone would do that Jeff." Chris caught his eye and held his gaze. "But I don't think you truly know whether you'd give everything up for someone until you're in that situation. Faced with the pressure, that's the test."

"I'd never thought about it like that. I guess my view of love has been warped… by everything… and by Shakespeare." Jeff sat next to Chris, curling his feet under him as he turned to face him. "I mean, I read `Othello' and I see how Desdemona gave up everything for him, and was faithful no matter what he did… and Helena in `All's Well', she followed Bertram even when he was so cruel."

"Yes, but you can't always find love in the first place you look… I mean look at Helena and Demetrius in `A Midsummer Night's Dream'." Chris argued. "And Orsino in `Twelfth Night', he had to lean what love was before he could truly love. I don't think anyone truly understands what love is, but they learn every day, when they're with someone special."

"Help me learn." Jeff asked impulsively, flinging an arm around Chris' neck. "And let me love you… I want to love you."

"Jeff, let me…" Chris began to speak but stopped when Jeff began unzipping his jeans. "Sweetie… what…?"

"Shhh." Jeff smiled, putting a finger to his lips. "Just sit back and let me love you." He yanked Chris' clothes down to round his ankles and lowered his mouth down to his cock.

At first he just licked to erect shaft, swirling his tongue around the head, right down the length of it, then back up, teasing Chris. Then he took the tip in his mouth and sucked gently at it, moving every so often to graze his teeth against the sensitive skin. Chris tangled his fingers in Jeff's hair, urging him to do something to end the torture,. Jeff immediately complied, taking as much of Chris' cock as he could into his mouth and continuing his ministrations, adding one of his hands to the mix as he softly traced patterns on Chris' balls, using his nails a little to tease him, occasionally applying a small pressure that he knew was sending Chris wild.

With his other hand Jeff was pulling down his own tracksuit bottoms and boxers although Chris didn't realize it. Then he pulled away from the Canadian and stood up, eyeing the pouting man nervously.

"Fuck me Chris." He ordered, although there was little authority in his voice. "Please, right now."

With that he crawled onto Chris' lap.

Chris gasped. "Jeff… if you're sure." Then he somehow gathered his faculties. "Baby do you have any lube or anything?"

Jeff shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does Jeff, I don't want to hurt you."

"Just fuck me Chris. I don't care, I just need you." Jeff sounded, desperate is too strong a word, frantic is better.

"OK babe, just tell me if I hurt you." The last thing Chris wanted to do was cause him pain.

Jeff positioned himself above Chris' erect cock and slowly pushed himself down on it. He bit his lip to stop himself crying out at the invasion, and forced himself to ignore the pain, knowing that it would stop in a minute. When Chris was fully sheathed, Jeff stopped to allow himself to adjust to the feeling.

"Jeff honey?" Chris whispered, although the feeling of Jeff tight around him was making him almost incoherent. "You OK?"

"Yeah." Jeff gasped. Once he was comfortable he began to move, meeting Chris' thrusts with his own, watching Chris' expression of sheer joy and excitement and… something else that Jeff hadn't seen before. He loved how Chris was reacting, knowing that it was him making him feel that way.

Chris lifted his hand to wrap his fingers around Jeff's cock, but Jeff pushed him away. The younger man began to move more and more quickly, bringing Chris close to orgasm. He wanted to feel Chris' cum inside of him, he needed it, and his desire was soon fulfilled as Chris put his hands on Jeff's hips and held him close as he came, his body falling back against the couch when he was spent.

"Jeff…" he said breathlessly. "Baby, are you OK?"

Jeff nodded, eyes shining. "Thank you Chris, Are you OK? Did I show you how much I love you?"

"Oh sweetie." Gingerly Chris slipped out of him, and the younger man moved so that he was curled up on Chris' lap. "Jeff I know now that you love me, baby making love to you is the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced. You know how to make me feel so incredible."

"I'm glad." Jeff kissed his neck with small light kisses. "I want you to be happy."

"Baby are you sure you're alright?" Chris stroked Jeff's hair back off his face, so that he could see the creamy white skin. "I mean… we didn't use lube, or prepare you or anything."

"It's OK Chris, you don't need to worry about me." Jeff could deal with it on his own.

"But I will worry. I love you and worrying about the one you love is a part of being in love." Chris smiled.

Jeff lifted his head up. "You love me?" he said in shock.

"I do." Chris realized that was the first time he'd said it. "I always have, I think. I guess I was just scared to tell you.. I thought I'd scare you."

"Oh Chris… you've made me so happy." Jeff smiled in joy. Suddenly everything seemed OK "I… love you too."

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the house, kissing, cuddling, just as lovers do. Jeff felt comfortable in Chris' arms, and Chris felt wonderful having him there. He was also getting used to having a few days off; it was nice to relax, and even nicer to have someone to relax with.

When Jeff announced that he was tired and wanted to go to bed, Chris was both jubilant and apprehensive. Their relationship had intensified so much in the last twelve hours; he wasn't sure what would happen next. Jeff took his hand and led him up to their rooms, then stood outside Chris' bedroom, waiting expectantly.

"Jeff, if you want to come in with me, I would… it's up to you. I don't want to pressure you." Still he was nervous, even after everything that had happened that day.

"I want to. Please can I?"

In answer Chris pushed open the door and allowed him to enter, following him into the room.

Jeff sat down on the bed, looking around worriedly. He stared up at Chris questioningly.

"What is it baby?" Chris knelt at the bedside, taking Jeff's hand. "Don't you feel comfortable?"

"I don't know." Jeff seemed like a little boy lost. "I guess I'm a little scared."

"You don't have to be angel." Chris sighed. He wished there was something he could do. "Just… do anything you feel comfortable with and I'll accept that. I'm not gonna do anything that'll hurt you, I promise."

Jeff nodded, standing up and slowly beginning to undress. Chris couldn't help but glance over while he did the same: the rainbow truly was beautiful. He was slim but not too thin, and lightly muscled in all the right places. Wearing just his boxers he slipped into bed, soon to be joined by Chris, who immediately pulled the younger man close, in a loving embrace.

"Baby, you are OK with this aren't you?" Chris asked apprehensively.

"Yes. It's so nice." Jeff closed his eyes and relaxed. "Don't let go of me, will you?"

"I won't." Chris kissed his forehead protectively. "Never ever." He knew that he had an attachment to this man, that was so strong it would be difficult to ever break.

Jeff couldn't sleep, at least not particularly well. He tried to relax and content himself in the wonderful feelings Chris gave him inside, but the decision he'd made meant that all his regular fears and pain were bubbling at the surface of his mind.

Early morning he lay watching Chris sleep. The Canadian's breathing was shallow, and his face was calm and peaceful. Jeff thought he was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he'd ever seen before. He knew what he was risking, but he had to be honest with Chris.

When the Canadian awoke he was alone, but Jeff soon returned with breakfast. Chris could immediately tell that something was wrong.

"Morning baby." He smiled a little. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm" Jeff replied non-commitally. "Chris, after you've showered and dressed, can we talk?"

"Of course." He was put on guard. Jeff seemed so agitated, and that worried Chris. He was pleased that Jeff wanted to talk to him, but nervous about what he might say.

They sat in silence, Chris looking expectantly at Jeff. The younger man knew that this was it, there was no going back now.

"Do you want to know?" He asked softly.

"If you want to tell me, if you're ready."

Jeff nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Chris… this is the hardest thing I've ever done. I've only ever told all this to one person before now, Vince, and I know what I'm putting at risk. I know that you might leave me when you find out all this, but I have to be honest. I love you and I don't want to lose you, but I can't hide this from you. We have to be honest or the relationship will never work."

"Jeff…" Chris' eyes were wide, but Jeff could see concern and honesty and something else there, and it comforted him a little.

"Just let me say all this please." Chris nodded and waited for him to compose himself and speak. "Chris… this all started when I was fifteen. I told my father that I was gay and he threw me out of the house, it was just him, me and my brother, cos my mom died when I was nine. And I was a disappointment, he said he didn't want a homosexual son, he'd rather have no son at all. So he threw me out and left me with no place to go. A friend of mine told me he could get me a job if I moved up here, so I traveled up only to find that he'd lied to me, there was no job. I had no money, nowhere to live, nothing. And I certainly couldn't go home. I lived on the streets for a few days, begging, but I didn't have enough money or food to live on. Then… I'm not proud of what I did and I'm not justifying it, but I felt like I didn't have a choice. This guy… he came up to me and said…if I sucked his dick he'd give me twenty dollars. I did it. That… it led me to… working as a rent boy for the next three years. I... I hated it but I couldn't get out of the cycle. I had somewhere to live so I started looking for other jobs… that's how I came to be working at the club, as a dancer. But even when I was working there I couldn't get away… some of the boys there did extras, you know, giving the customers what they wanted… once the owner found out my past, he forced me to do that as well. I was doing that until I was twenty-one… then I met Vince… at first I thought… it started off, like… I came to work for him… like I was his own private whore, you know. But then he told me… he told me I was free… I didn't have to do that anymore… that he loved me and wanted to make me happy. I love him, I truly do, he's tried to make me happy, but I… don't think I'm ever gonna get close to that cos of my past… I'm a whore, I've been used by everybody, cheap, I'm dirty Chris. A dirty whore, I know that. I know I'm out of that world and I'm never going back… but it's gonna haunt me forever. Chris, I'll understand if you don't want me anymore… I won't blame you."

He looked up at Chris again for the first time since he had started speaking. Chris had his face hidden by his hands, but looked up at Jeff's piercing gaze to reveal eyes brimming with tears. "Oh Jeff." He managed to say before starting to sob into his hands again.

"Chris… I'm sorry… I never meant to hurt you… please don't cry."

"Jeff honey… I love you and will forever, no matter what… sweetie I wish I could have done something so you didn't have to go through that."

"What are you saying Chris?" Jeff's eyes widened. He'd expected Chris to up and leave.

"I'm saying that your past doesn't affect how I feel about you. Jeff, it only makes me more protective of you, and makes me want to hold you until it doesn't hurt you inside anymore. Baby you've been abused so badly by those people…" Chris started sobbing again at the thought. "Jeff you were fifteen years old, how could they do that? How could they take your innocence and abuse it like that?"

"I'm not innocent Chris, I didn't say no." Jeff had never thought of it as abuse. He just thought that it was all he was good for.

"You had no choice Jeff. They treated you so wrong. But I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again. Never. No one deserves that."

Jeff snuggled up to Chris and wrapped his arms around him. This time he was comforting. He was thankful too, and his love for Chris just grew and grew. Chris didn't hate him for what he was, Jeff started thinking that maybe he should learn how to hate himself less too.

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