Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story. Any characters you recognize here belong just to themselves.

Warning! This story has contents that might offend you. It's slash, M/M so if it's not your thing you shouldn't read it.

A/N I'm straying off my path here! I've never written slash before and I just hope it turns out nicely. I blame it all on DarkZoul and a pic I found the other day(.com/albums/uu208/glamagirl84/?action=view¤t=)

This really comes as an early b-day present for DZ. She wanted a nice, steamy story that mingled Christian, some friend, alcohol and the rumors of his divorce, so here it is, hope you like it girl (I made you two lol)

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Self Pity

I don't know why I listen to Adam anymore. He might be my best friend and all but let's be honest; he has the stupidest ideas in the whole wide world. Ever since we were kids he had always managed to convince me to do about anything, so it's really no surprise that I'm here. That he managed to trick Chris into coming as well does surprise me.

What idea is that, you might be thinking? Well, since both Chris and I are getting divorced from our respective wives, Adam decided to throw us a divorce party at his place… I know, pretty juvenile.

For some reason he thinks that playing in his stupid PS3 and drinking until passing out is going to take my mind off the fact that I found my wife, my soon to be ex-wife having sex with her tennis instructor in our bed.

Fucking bitch!

"You cheated!" Adam yells a little too dramatically as his hands, still holding the control go up to his head.

"Yes!" Chris stands up from the sofa and raises his arms up in the air as he makes a little victory dance "I'm the champion and you my friend a L-O-S-E-R"

"That was not winning, it was cheating!" Adam whines as he throws the control to the sofa I'm sitting in, almost hitting me. "I told you before, you can't play as yourself!"

"Shut up jerky" He says with a motion of his hand as he turns to me. "Come on Reso, your ass is mine"

I wave him off, I don't want to play their stupid game. I'm not in the mood for it and I think I'm too drunk to accomplish anything anyways. SO instead of playing with them I reach for my beer and bring it to my lips, only to find out its empty.

I stare stupidly at it for a while; in my drunken stupor I don't remember draining all of it and I look up to Chris questioningly. "Dude, you beer my drank?"

My supposedly two best friends look at each other and then start to laugh at my expense… this is it; I can feel my eyes pricking with menacing tears. "You know what, fuck you!" I slur as I attempt to stand up, much to my shame I fail to do so and fall back on the sofa.

"Hey, calm down Jay, I'll just get you another one" Adam says as he fishes into the cooler he so intelligently placed besides his reclining chair. Apparently the journey from the living room to his kitchen was too much for him to handle. "Uh oh…" he exclaims and his eyes grow like huge plates as he looks from Chris to me. "They are gone"

"Big fucking deal, I'll look for more in the kitchen" Chris says as he puts the control down beside me.

"No, they are all gone" Adam says and an eerie silence fills the room, it is almost as if the Apocalypse has finally come and we are too shocked to react. "Shit!" He mumbles while standing up from his chair for the first time in hours. "Don't panic guys, I'll go buy more… But Chris, I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next one, so be ready for an ass kicking when I come back"

Chris waves him off without taking his eyes away from the TV, after that Adam leaves. Somewhere along the way, Chris turned the PS3 off and he is now surfing aimlessly through the channels.

"So what do you want to see?" He asks sitting back at my side, I just throw my head back against the back of the sofa.

I don't want to see anything; I just want to go home. I don't know why I came here in the first place… I mean, I was doing just fine at home, letting self pity swallow me whole.

Either Chris couldn't find anything interesting or my rotten mood spoiled his, but I hear him turning the TV off as he turns to me. Whatever it was, I'm too drunk to care.

"You want me to give you a good advice?" He asks, playing the role of a worried friend as I shake my head no. I'll cope with my sorrow however I please.

"If she was stupid enough to walk away, then be smart enough to let her go"

I snort. "What the fuck is that?" I snap at him. "She didn't walk away, she just fucked her way around with her instructor until I caught her, get it?" after yelling at him I mumble under my breath some nonsense and watch out of the corner of my eye as he actually draws away from me.

"Jesus, Jay! Just chill out, I'm just trying to help" He hisses with a roll of his eyes.

"It's easier for you because yours wasn't cheating" I mumble and he looks up to me.

"Are we going to argue now who got it worse? A divorce is a divorce and it sucks whether it was caused by cheating or not… at least you don't have kids"

I take a deep breath, knowing that he's right, he's always right. I run my fingers through my short hair and look back to him. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, I'm just stressed out"

"I know" He says with a sigh and his hand goes up to my shoulder for a light pat, only that it dwells longer than necessary and then it just lingers there.

"It sucks, doesn't it?" I ask and all of a sudden he's just too fucking close to me, nodding as his warm hand remains on me and his eyes scan my face.

I'm feeling way too drunk and I shake my head and close my eyes to clear my mind. It doesn't work, and still his hand is there.

"I'm fucked up" I say and he gives me another pat, only that this time he gives me a little squeeze as well. Yeah, I'm fucked up and it has nothing to do with my wife.

It has to be the alcohol, there's no other way my mind can grasp it. Because if I were sober and in control of all my senses I wouldn't even consider what I'm about to do.

But I'm not sober, I'm drunk and right now it's just tempting, so I open my eyes and find that he's still watching me while his fingers squeezes my shoulder… and here comes my moment, I lean forward and press my lips to his.

It's just a probing kiss, me pressing my lips to his as he remains immobile. Now, I've never kissed a guy before and it's really not that different from kissing a woman… and as that stupid comparison comes to my mind he suddenly pushes me away and punches me right on the jaw, a solid punch that sends me sprawling to the floor.

Down there I groan and rub at my chin, trying to ease the pain before I have to deal with my wounded pride. "I'm sorry… I…" I what?

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He yells as he picks me up by my shirt and puts me back to me feet. I can tell he's angry, no… that would be an understatement, he's fuming and I cringe, waiting for another blow.

But he just pushes me hard down into the sofa and starts pacing around Adam's living room. "Just what the fuck were you thinking?" he yells again and I don't know what to say.

I just tell him that I'm sorry over and over again until I say it a hundred times; I don't think he's listening though…

God I'm such a fucking loser, I knew I shouldn't have listened to Adam; none of this would have happened if it weren't for him.

The tears I felt earlier… well, they are now sliding down my cheeks and I wipe at them in shame before he sees them. I'm pathetic and I make a vow right now that I'll never drink again.

"I'm sorry… I… I don't know what got into me…" I say and he stops his pacing to look at me with his cold blue eyes.

I should have stayed in TNA.

He walks to me and lowers himself so that he's almost resting on top of me. I remain still, feeling apprehensive until he grabs my shirt and pulls me to him. "You know that I'm not into guys" He hisses and I nod my head frantically. In fact neither am I. What happened here was just a lapse of judgment, a drunken mistake.

"Damn it, Jay…" he growls angrily and before I can apologize again he surprises me with a kiss of his own.

So… I don't know what to do, should I push him away? He's taking it farther than I did as he forces my lips open to slide his tongue into my mouth. I gasp in surprise and bewilderment, what's going on here?

I'm too fucked up to think straight.

Chris tastes like beer and chips… and before I know it I'm kissing him back, sliding my tongue along his as my hands go to lock at the back of his head, pulling him nearer, deeper.

The whole thing is just insane and I can feel my cock stirring into life as his body comes to rest completely against mine.

I know this is not going to end well but I can't do a damn thing to stop it.

I slide my hands down his back and they find their way underneath his shirt, feeling his warm skin as I've never feel him before… yeah I've touched him countless times… I mean we have wrestled against each other and not only have I touched him, I have groped him, grabbed him and probably brushed inadvertently his package, the same one that is now pocking insistently against my tight.

But all those touches had been chaste, they were nothing like this.

He pulls away from the kiss and I feel my swollen lips already missing the sensation of him. This is when I know I'm drunk and out of my mind because for a moment I'm afraid that he is going to leave…

But he doesn't, he just takes off his shirt and goes to take mine off as well. Then he claims my lips once again and I moan at the way his naked chest feels against mine.

This is surreal. This is Chris, my best friend! What the fuck are we doing? Neither of us is gay, in fact we are mourning our divorces away, especially me… and he has kids, kids that called me Uncle Jay for the love of God.

But as I said before, I'm too drunk to care. Before my mind can finally grasp it we are fumbling with our belts, eager to take them off. Once I manage to take his off, I unzip him and slide my hand right in, grabbing his cock and taking it out. Another first for me, I've never touched another dick that wasn't my own and I find it surprisingly pleasant.

He's hard as he will get and the knowledge that I'm the one that provoked that sends a shiver down my spine; I enjoy the moment, feeling him burning… I like it.

As I stroke his already full dick he moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to pull at his lower lip with me teeth, breaking the hungry kiss for a moment.

I search his eyes with mine and find his clouded blue eyes looking down between our bodies to where my hand is touching him so intimately.

"You like what you see?" I breathe out and his eyes lock with mine for a moment. He doesn't respond and only reaches to my own hardened dick to free it from the restrain of my boxers.

I gasp because fuck this feels fucking amazing, whether it's the alcohol or the fact that another dude is doing it increases the sensation to its maximums. And I know this is wrong… forbidden, but damn it feels good.

I push my hips into his hand and my gasps turn into moans when he grabs both our dicks in his hand, rubbing them together.

"Chris!" I say trashing underneath him, I'm far gone and by now I'll let him do anything at all, the thought doesn't unnerve me. He wants me to suck him, I'll do it, he wants to fuck me, God, I'll let him do that too. I'm just not in control anymore.

Fuck Denise and her instructor! Fuck it all.

This feels too damn good to waste my thoughts in anything but pure sensation. Chris' eyes are fixed on what he's doing, a slight smirk on his face as he keeps rubbing us together.

If he keeps it up I'm going to cum…

I push him away and force him down on his back, this time the smirk is on my face. I assume the position he was just in and lay against him. But not for long, I kiss him quickly before going down to the floor, on my knees and between his legs.

He's looking down at me uncertainly and I wonder if he has done this before, by the look on his face I assume he hasn't, doesn't matter, neither have I.

I take him in my hand, studying him, my eyes taking all the little details. This shouldn't be difficult, I know what I like and I just have to do it to him.

So here I go, I run my tongue up his length and then down again, oddly enjoying the way he moans my name in that raspy voice of his. I go up again and this time I take into my mouth the head of his cock. He's salty and musky, not bad at all and as I start to suck on him he lets out a little yelp that makes my dick twitch in need.

I reach down to it and start to jerk myself as I suck him. Does this mean I'm gay? Who cares! All I care is the way his flushed face stares back at me and the way he feels in my mouth…

But then it all ends.

I hear the sound of the entrance door opening and Adam yelling some stupid quote from one of those stupid cartoons he likes so much.

Chris hurried to his feet when realization hit him, he is now cursing and pulling his pants back up. It takes me longer to react but when I do, I stand up, zip my pants and put on my shirt as well.

Talk about being in an awkward situation.

I don't say anything and just stand there while Chris keeps cursing under his breath as he looks around for his keys.

When Adam finally makes his appearance with a huge grin on his face he is greeted by Chris walking past him in a rush, saying that he has to go. He didn't even look back and was out the door before either of us could react. Adam looks at me and I just stay here, my feet glued to the floor and my eyes to the door.

"What the hell happened?" He asks and I don't say anything. "Did you guys have a fight?" He asks again and I respond him as before, with nothing.

He looks at me with half closed eyes. "Dude, I must be drunk as hell because I could almost swear that was the shirt Chris was wearing" He points at my shirt and I feel the obligation to look down on it.

I chuckle bitterly as I look down at my shirt. "Yeah… you must be drunk, this is mine" He shrugs and then goes to open the cooler to put in the beer, he hands me one and I take it, I know I need it.

"Well, do you want to play now?" He asks and I look at him, a blank expression on my face. "The only rule is that you can't play as yourself"

"Dude, I'm not even in the game" He just stares at me for a moment and then shrugs again. "Well… are you going to play or not?" He hands me the control.

I sigh, weighing my options. I can crawl back to my place and submerge my soul into more self pity or I can stay here and drink myself unconscious. "All right, I pick to be… Y2J"

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