Evan Bourne walked backstage at the WWE draft. His match was over and unfortunately lost to the great Rey Mysterio. He had heard talk that his delicious boyfriend Chris Jericho was looking for him. Apparently he's pissed off that he had attempted to do the walls of Jericho during his match. Evan spotted Chris first, talking animatedly to Jay, and Evan changed into ninja mode, creeping up quietly behind Chris. Evan pounced, scaring Jay as he let out a girlish shriek, attaching himself on his lovers back. Evan giggled and kissed Chris on the cheek before jumping down. Evan frowned when Chris stared at him, clearly unamused. Jay slowly backed about, saying that he had to call A.J. before the night was over.

Chris had begun to walk the way that Evan came, not saying one word to the small high-flyer. Evan moved in front of the grumpy puss, making him come to a halt.

"What did I do now?" Evan asked, clearly aware of what he had done. Evan sighed as Jericho just stared at him.

Hmm, how can I get him to react?" Evan thought to himself. A light bulb suddenly went off in Evan's head.

"Fine," Evan began casually. "Maybe I'll go and see Jack. He's pretty bummed about his lost to Cena, or even Morrison, the break-up between him and Miz must be hard. Oh! Perhaps even---"

In a flash, Evan was up against the wall, Jericho's hand wrapped around his throat. Evan smiled sadistically before spluttering for breath. Chris let him go momentarily before shoving him into an empty locker room. Evan grew scared at this moment. Chris has never been this forceful with him before. Evan cried out as Chris lifted him up, slamming him into the lockers that surrounded them. Chris bent down, sinking his teeth into Evan's soft skin. Evan cried out in pain, at the bite, and once more as Chris dropped him to the ground.

Only Evan's whimpers and Chris's rough grunts filled the room, and Evan whimpered again when his pants were ripped from his body. Evan tried to bring his legs as close to his body as he could, receiving a hard slap to both of his thighs. Each thigh burned red, leaving an eminent handprint on it. Chris pulled his own pants off before ripping the button up top of "Air" Bourne. Chris spat into his hand, spreading it on his hard cock. Evan whimpered again as Chris slapped him again, this time on his chest. There was no doubt that Chris could tell that Evan was afraid of him, going so far as to try and push him away. Chris smirked at Evan before plunging into his tight hole. The grunts from Chris grew louder as he felt Evan clamp around him, the virgin-like feeling almost too much for Chris to stand. Evan other the other hand, let out a scream of pain, feeling as he had been ripped in half.

"Fucking bastard," Evan spat as tears began to roll down his face. Chris said nothing, only smirked and before sliding almost out of him and diving back in.

Evan had thought that he saw a flash of fear in Chris's eyes as well. It made the high-flyer curious for the motives of this encounter. Chris continued to pump in and out of Evan, skin slapping against skin as both men grew to feel the pleasure in this rough meeting. Chris' hand reached out, harshly stroking at the smaller man's cock, try to get him to come. Evan soon came, yelling out Chris's name and shooting all over his stomach. Chris pumped a couple more times before emptying in the smaller man, collapsing on top of Evan.

It took a moment for Evan to catch his breath and o realize that the man on top of him was crying softly. Evan shook Chris, causing the older man to raise his head and face him.

"Chrissy? What's a matter?"

The blond buried his face back into the crook of Evan's neck where he continued to weep. Evan just took a hold of him, rocking him gently until Chris had fallen asleep. He didn't know what caused Chris to break down. But he will get to the bottom of it, you can bet on that.