Tonight and the Rest of My Life
Part IX

Struggling to balance 'Taker's video camera among the armful of sex toys – including a suction-cup mounted dildo, a semi-deflated sex doll named Delightful Delilah, and something called a Rabbit vibrator –, a bottle of lube, a tin of body glitter and an enormous stuffed bear named Sir Humpington, Kurt realized that retrieving his hotel room key card was not going to be a possibility. Not unless he managed to grow another arm. "A little help would be nice," he grumbled to his companion.

The Undertaker crossed his arms over his chest. He was able to do that because he wasn't carrying anything. He looked like an extra from The Rocky Horror Picture Show and he had just committed acts that, in some jurisdictions, were felony offenses. In short, he was not in the most helpful of moods. "You look to be doing okay. You managed to veer around that little old lady and her walker without a word from me."

"Did she call us queer?"

"No. She said we were the queerest sight she's seen in a long while." He stuck his hand in Kurt's pants pocket."

"You could at least buy me a drink first," commented Kurt.

"I could take this card and leave your ass standing here with Delilah."

In defiance, the card slipped from his grasp and tumbled to the floor. Swearing under his breath, 'Taker bent down to get it. From his position – bent in half with his ear pressed to the door – he managed to overhear, "You keep tugging on it like that, it's liable to snap clean off!" It was the voice of his brother and it did not sound like he was having a good time.

"If you would just relax and let me handle this…" With no mistake, 'Taker was sure that that voice belonged to Chris Jericho.

"It's the way you're handling it that's got me worried," Kane complained. "Now move your hand and let me do it."

"You shut up and lay there! This isn't my first rodeo."

"Then you won't be surprised when I buck you off."

"Just as long as you don't mind me putting the spurs to you."

Kurt nudged 'Taker in the ankle with his foot, causing Delilah to slip from the pile and flop onto the floor. "What's the hold up?" He did not appreciate 'Taker shushing him. His arms were tired, his lower back was one giant knot, and he had a headache blooming behind his eyes that would kill a bull. Maneuvering Stephanie's dead weight around the bed had been no easy task. She might not look like much, but, when completely unconscious, she weighed a ton. And now 'Taker was taking his sweet time getting the door open. "This load isn't getting any lighter, ya know."

"Will you shut up?" He swatted his hand in Kurt's general direction, coming in contact with one of the rubber toys. "I'm trying to listen!"

"Chris!" Kane shouted. "Chris, this isn't working! Let's just forget it and go to bed. We can have another go in the morning."

"Don't give up, you blockhead!" the Undertaker muttered. "Jeez… How difficult is it to fit Tab A into Slot B?"

"Are you talking to me?" Kurt asked.

"No. When have I ever called you a blockhead?"

"I dunno… You call me a lot of things in the heat of the moment."

Well, I never…"

"And I do recall the time you asked me if I got an Olympic medal in pogo-stick riding."

"Are you gonna shut up or do I have to gag you?"

"Promise, promises…"

'Taker resumed his eavesdropping.

"What we need," said Chris, "is some lube."

'Taker punched the air with his fist. "Finally that boy is showing some brains!"

"What, you got some WD-40 in your gym bag?" Kane inquired.

'Taker began to wonder exactly what kinds of sexual experiences his brother has had. Given his run of bad luck and his poor choice in friends, not to mention his dysfunctional upbringing, it would be the least bit surprising to learn that the boy had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He would have to remember to stop by a bookstore in the morning and purchase his baby brother some highly informative reading materials. He wondered if they made a gay Kama Sutra.

"You said that Kurt has some edible lube," Chris replied. "We can use some of that."

"If you're that hungry, I can order us a pizza."

"Careful… You might cut yourself on that sharp wit of yours… Now hold still and let me put this on you."

If not for fear of interrupting what little progress was being made in his brother's social life, 'Taker would have burst through the door at that moment. Instead, he waited patiently for the sounds of their coupling to drift through the wooden door. Anyone happening to come across him might think he was being a pervert – especially once they caught sight of Kurt and his armful of goodies – but the truth of that matter was that he was proud that his baby brother was in a normal, healthy relationship. Well, as normal and healthy as one can expect from the seed of Paul Bearer.

"This has got to be the most immoral thing I have ever seen you do," commented Kurt. Having realized that he wasn't getting into his room anytime soon, he had deposited his load as well as himself onto the floor, beside the crouched Undertaker. He waved the suction-cupped dildo under 'Taker's nose. "And that's including the time you made me shave off all my body hair so you could eat tiramisu off my naked body… Said you didn't like hair in your food."

'Taker batted the sex toy out of his face. "First of all, leave that alone until we get it disinfected. And second, I don't recall you complaining when I was sucking cream out of your navel."

"But I was the one that had to explain the mess to the cleaning staff. Thank goodness we put up that Do Not Disturb sign otherwise would've really been embarrassed."

'Taker rose to his full height. Looking down at Kurt, he said, "I am never embarrassed."

"What about that time you went to get some ice from the machine and got locked out?"

His left eye twitched ever so slightly. "I was not embarrassed."

Kurt pointed the dildo at him again. "You were wearing nothing but a g-string."

The big man finally snapped. "It was your idea and I am never doing that again! Do you have any idea how much those things ride up? It damn near separated my twig from my berries!"

Kurt smiled a lecherous smile that was seldom seen on the face of the Olympic champion. It was a smile that the Undertaker knew well. "But didn't you look good enough to suck?"

If 'Taker were the type of man to blush, his head would resemble Jupiter's Great Red Spot. However, he was not that type of man. With cocky assurance, he replied, "Yes. Yes, I did." And maybe, just maybe, he would give that g-string another try. If only to see Kurt smile like that again.

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Chris. Both 'Taker and Kurt moved to press their ears against the door. "Oh God, its working!"

"Keep going, keep going, keep going," chanted Kane. "We're almost there… almost to the bottom!"

"God, it feels so good to be me!"

"Bless you and your small hands."

There was a pause and both men in the hallway leaned heavily against the door, not caring if they broke through to the other side. After the longest minute and a half that either of them could remember, the silence was broken."

"Chris… you can move now…"

"In a minute… Just let me savor this moment."

"The first time you were right or the first time I let you in my pants?"

"I just can't believe you got that in there. How did you manage to fit it all?"

"Getting it in was easy. It's getting it out that's the trick."

Kurt and 'Taker knocked their heads together as each dove for the key card that was still lying on the floor. They were slightly more graceful in getting the door open and quietly crept into the room.

On the bed, as they expected, were Kane and Chris. What they could not understand was why the two men were still fully clothed. After closer inspection, however, it became clear that Kane was a little less fully clothed than his partner. His pants were wide open and Chris was staring at Kane's exposed body like a starving man set before an All You Can Eat buffet. The intruders watched, wide-eyed, as Chris placed a kiss on the spot just below Kane's belly button. He followed that kiss with a series of others, blazing a trail from one hip to the other. Kane exhaled heavily; his eyes closed, hair covered half his face, and lips parted.

Chris returned to the spot just below Kane's belly button. He kissed it gently and ran a finger along Kane's happy trail. "You like that?"

Kane smiled, but did not open his eyes. "I could get used to it."

"What about this?" He moved half an inch lower and pressed his mouth against the warm skin there. He hummed slightly and felt Kane's muscles ripple beneath his lips. Fine hairs tickled his tongue when he flicked it out for a taste. Kane's skin smelled of soap, sweat, and something Chris could not identify. The mixture aroused him in a way that no other had.

He kissed lower and lower still until he reached the base of his lover's cock. Nose nestled in the coarse hair growing there, he inhaled deeply the scent that was uniquely Kane's. "God, you smell good," he breathed.

"Chris!" Kane gasped. At the jet of hot air on his most private of parts, Kane's hips lifted themselves off the mattress.

"You like that, too?" Chris whispered. He pressed his nose deeper into that curly patch and, after getting himself another sniff of the man that was driving him crazy, breathed hot air onto that sensitive flesh. He was rewarded with another lift of the hips and wasted no time working Kane's pants down. There was still so much more of his to smell and to taste.

He wrapped his hand around Kane and simply held him, felling him throb against his palm. As Kane groaned his name again, he wondered how many people had had the pleasure of pleasuring this man in this particular way. And what kind of idiot would refuse to do so? "Tell me what you what," he sighed, his lips ghosting across the tender flesh.

"Chris…" Kane could barely get in enough air to say his name, let alone give a detailed description of what he needed. Chris was touching him the way no other person had before. And no one had ever, ever kissed him like this. All he knew was that he never wanted Chris to stop.

"Just tell me what you want." He slid his hand along his length, briefly rubbing the tip with his thumb before stroking back down to the bottom. He repeated the movement several times while teasing the underside of his cock with his tongue and lips. "I want to hear you say it."

Kane tangled his hands in the bed sheets for fear of accidentally causing Chris harm by yanking his head to where he wanted him the most. "I want…you… Chris." The room was too hot, his mouth was too dry, and his brain was too far gone for him to form more coherent sentences. He wanted Chris to keep touching him. He wanted Chris to suck the tip of his cock. He wanted Chris to slide his cock as far down his throat as he could without killing either one of them. He just wanted Chris.

Chris squeezed his lover's cock tighter, stroke him faster, delighting in every groan and gasp he milked from him. It amazed him the kind of power he wielded over this usually strong and capable man. He could make him beg and plead. He could make him cry out in pleasure or frustration. He could make him come. Yet all he wanted was to hear him say it, to hear those words come from those lips. "Where?" he whispered, his lips a breath away from the tip. "Here?" He ran his tongue up and down, back and forth along the underside of his length, where the shaft met the tip.

"Chris…" There were no words to describe how good it felt when Chris licked him like that or how happy he was that Chris wanted to lick him like that. So he poured every emotion, every desire he had into that one beautiful, perfect name.

In the end, Kane never had to tell Chris what he wanted. He only had to promise to always say his name like that.

END