Chapter 8- Stupid question- Dean Ambrose

Dean Ambrose watches with soft eyes as his lover Chris Jericho made his way around the hotel kitchen giving back Ambrose some short loving glances before pulling his attention away from him and focusing on something other the Ambrose.

The glances said more then what was really said from them which were absolute silence from the two superstars.

Not a "hi how was your day?" or a "Fuck you." was passed back by either men.

They haven't spoken a word since Ambrose arrived, which was unexpected from the older man since he just loved talking. Everyone who knew Jericho knew he was a talker-holic.

A talker who really needed to learn to shut up when told to.

He looks up to find Jericho eyes on him. 'See There it was again', another sweet glance was sent from the blonde to the hound but quickly was cut short with a sharp turn on the neck.

Jericho seemed pissed? He didn't recall doing anything to anger the blonde did now did he? Was there something missing? There Anniversary? Maybe it was someone's Birthday? Was there something crawling up his ass? These entire questions that just drove through Ambrose mind somehow didn't seem to fit the puzzle exactly right.

Though Ambrose wasn't really worried, the flirtatious glances Jericho sent him were beyond sexy and it gave him such a major hard on. A sly smirk would then appear on his young pure face, he was begging for something big to happen to him, or more like something big going inside him.

The thoughts invading Ambrose mind actually gave him a warm feeling and soon found himself relaxed, he was in a much better mood then when he was off facing that bastard redneck Bray Wyatt.

Ambrose fingers twitch, God the name just ticked him off. He wanted to break the guy's neck into pieces and enjoy it while it lasted.

His anger was rising up again, boiling inside him.

His eyes flared with anger but the fire in his eyes died down once his eyes caught a glimpse of the cute short blonde, thankfully the sight of Jericho made him feel so much better, all that anger that was coming back to haunt him died down and were placed back into the grave where they belonged.

He shut his eyes, quietly thanking Jericho for his cute little blonde ass to be the sight of reasons. He was the only possible outcome that could possible prevent Ambrose from ending up in jail and making everyone his bitch.

Jericho glanced at Ambrose opened his mouth but turned away quickly so the younger man wouldn't notice, he chewed on his bottom lip he was nervously rubbing his fingers against each other, his knees were weak at the point he started down at his feet and back at Ambrose.

"God I'm such a girl! Stupid butterflies get the fuck out of my stomach and let me talk to my man!" Jericho whispered.

Jericho thought deeply, wanting to speak up but the butterflies just distracted him.

"Hey Doll," Ambrose called out not taking his eyes off his nails. "Do you think the white t-shirt looks good or the black?" He pulls on his T-shirt and waits for a response.

The response back took a little longer than he expected, Ambrose looks up noticing Jericho chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"You okay?" Ambrose asks making his way towards the shorter man.

Jericho snapped out of it and turned his neck sharply. "What?"

"What?" Ambrose repeated making Jericho pout in anger.

He huffs and turns away. "Nothing I was just thinking." Jericho mutters.

Ambrose glared dangerously at the blonde, something was up but knowing Jericho he was one stubborn mother fucker and didn't like being pressured into something he didn't want to do or say, but Ambrose understood that completely he wasn't the type to take anybody shit either maybe that's why he was so into the short blonde because they both had that in common, they both didn't take other people bull shit.

But at some point he just wished he knew what was going on inside the rocks star head when he was staring off into space.

He sighed to himself, If Jericho was in a pissy mood that must mean only one thing and that would eventually be leading into stress.

Thankfully Ambrose knew what to do to take someone's stress away; he had lots of practice with Reigns heck that sort of makes him a professional come to think of it.

He cockily smirks to himself "Here i go." He mumbles before placing both his hands against the blonde shoulder gently rubbing his thumb against his neck in circular motion. Jericho leaned against the counter his hands supporting his weight as he screw his eyes shut letting Ambrose work around his neck.

"Your stress sweetheart, you need to relax," He spoke softly and slowly against Jericho ear." . .rockerboy."

Jericho shivers. "Relax; I'm relaxed…aren't I?"

"We are not playing the how many stupid questions I can come up with." He laughs sliding his hands down Jericho arms stroking them.

Maybe he wasn't pissed?

Jericho bites back an insult and chooses to ignore the youngster and turns half way facing upwards at Ambrose." Well thanks anyway but I think I'm going to lie down I'm tired as fuck." Jericho yawns while doing so as he covers his mouth.

Ambrose smirks and follows after him. "I'll come with you just to make sure you get into bed without any trouble.

Jericho laughed. "What?" he stares back at the younger man confused.

"What?" Ambrose shrugged throwing himself on the bed.

"Get into trouble, the fuck you talking about Dean?" He narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Well yeah! You'll never know I mean you're a blonde….and blondes…are known to be very-"

Jericho hit's him with a pillow and scolded him. "Ah! Don't even think about it kid!" He lay down beside Ambrose, pushing against his body before taking the pillow for himself and hugging it against his body.

"Well I'm speaking the truth." He points out the obvious moving his hand in such a manner before tossing the pillow aside and pulling Jericho closer to his body.

Jericho smiles at Ambrose taking in every detail from his beautiful grey cloudy eyes to his scruffy chubby cheeks and to his thin chap lips which were begging to be touched.

He drowned in complete lovey-doveyness, feeling the butterfly's rise once again controlling his every thought and feelings also the power to talk. He growled in frustration and pulled himself away slowly.

Ambrose notice the change in Jericho's attitude once he started shifting his body, he had finally figured out what was crawling on Jericho's skin, these was a great time to take advantage.

He leans in and places his lips against his lover. Jericho lets out a pleasing moan once the taste of Ambrose enters inside his mouth. Ambrose rolls over making him top, cradling Jericho underneath him. He guides his hands down the rock stars hips, rubbing against it lightly.

Jericho arms found their way around Ambrose neck pulling him closer than before. He pulls away for a bit before pressing his hot tongue against Ambrose neck and up to his chin. He then carefully travels his hands down towards Ambrose crotch; he slid his hands down his pants and gently strokes on Ambrose length.

"Chris don't you fucking tease me." Ambrose growls, he sits himself up settling Jericho on his lap. "I don't like it when you tease me you bastard."

He rubs his lips against Jericho very own, the touch was strong it made both men moan with pleasure, Jericho then only pulled harder against Ambrose cock, he rubbed his finger over the slit twice. Ambrose cock twitched in his hands.

"Ah-that's sexy bastard to you." He laughs pulling his hands out of Ambrose pants and pressing his hands against his cheeks instead and squishing at them in a playful manner.

He grinds against Ambrose harder, receives satisfying moan from the hound.

"Old sexy fart that you can't get enough of." he adds with cockiness.

"Ugh- God fuck it Chris," His breath hitched, he was for sure now he made a mess in his pants but decided he would take care of that later right now it just didn't matter he wanted to spend some time with his rocks star and nothing else.

Ambrose stares into Jericho baby-blue eyes, he admire the little hint of pale grey mixed within his eyes, he glanced over his feature, no sign of wrinkles what so ever, just pure beauty was in graved on this bastard, forever young and forever beautiful was one of Jericho other gifts.

He couldn't then help himself and feel his own act of lovely-doveyness kick in.

They lean in for a kiss. "I Hate but love your kisses you stupid Canadian." He mumbles against the warm hot lips against his own chapped ones.

Jericho gets comfortable against Ambrose body laying his head on his shoulder. "I love you too idiot."

He yawns once more before finally giving himself a good well rest against the other man's body.

"Night De-"

"Wait."

Jericho's sighs. "What?"

"You never answered my question."

Jericho eyebrows knitted. "What question?" He asked confused.

Ambrose smirks. "What do you think white or a black t-shirt?"

Jericho's scoffs and looks away for a bit, slightly amused with the small importance of that question." Now who's asking stupid question?" He glares playfully at Ambrose.