Victory

Victory

Pairing: Chris Sabin/Petey Williams
Rating: Very much NC-17
Theme: hmm... A little PWP
Summary: Based after TNA Bound For Glory 2006, Chris Sabin is the next X Division champion,and Petey pays him a visit for a little post match victory celebration;D
Disclaimer: No I don't own Sabin or Petey. This is purely fiction etc etc.

"Come on then, Sabin let's see it."

Chris lifted his pounding head to look across the room. The slam of the door woke him completely from his dazed stupor, and the surprised look on his face issued a grin from the new occupant .Petey Williams stood with his suitcase trailing in one hand, and his gym bag slung over his other shoulder.

"What's that look for, eh?" he said, clicking the handle back into place on his case and propping it up against the wall.

Chris blinked and smiled back, " How come you always manage to find me? I think I was falling asleep just then..."

The shorter man shook his head and walked over to where his partner led leaning against the pillows of the double bed. Kicking off his boots he crawled,grinning all the way, into Sabin's tired arms.
"Because I'm your boyfriend, idiot. It's my job to know where you are all the time, right? Call it gut instinct.."

"You slipped the receptionist $50 again didn't you?"

"Sure did."

Sabin laughed as much as his bruised body would allow, which wasn't much, as Petey began an impression of the female receptionist, complete with high pitched, falsetto voice. He gave him a playful shove in the side to shut him up, and pulled him closer to his side so his head fit almost perfectly into the crook of his neck.
"Alright I get it. What did you come and wake me from my beauty sleep for anyway?"

The Canadian sat up a little, pulling Chris with him as he did so, and gestured towards his partners gym bag.
"Well you're the new X division champ aren't you?? Come on, put it on, let's see it."

Chris sighed,"What for? It's not as if you haven't seen it before yourself."

"ah ah ah, stop avoiding the request, "Petey cut him off, wagging his finger in a motherly fashion.

Sabin shook his head in despair and reached down to unzip his bag, muttering to himself as he did. He pulled the strap of leather and gold out into the open and laid it across his lap, watching as the light reflected off it in Petey's eyes. He studied the blend of black, gold and red before him, and smiled despite himself. The belt was finally his again. Boy had his body paid the price, but it was his at last. He pondered this thought for a moment, still feeling the bruises and effects of Senshi's stiff kicks all over him.

"I'm proud of ya, Chris, " Petey said, smiling up at his other half.

"What for?"Sabin said, bemused.

"For putting on such a fuckin great match, man. You and Senshi really took it to the next level, you deserve this belt."

Chris blushed a little and then shook it off, "Gee thanks, mom, I'm glad I could do you proud, " he replied in a mock serious tone.

Petey's response was to thump him in the shoulder, unknowingly hitting one of his many bruises.
"Asshole, I was being serious for once, eh?"

Whilst Sabin gasped in pain beside him, Petey lifted the title belt and stared for a second. There was a ghost of a smirk on his lips, and Sabin caught it, becoming suspicious immediately.
"What are you planning?" he said through his teeth, rubbing his sore shoulder with one hand.

Petey looked over at him, his azure eyes sparkling suddenly.
"Seein as your champ and all, I was thinkin' we could ..y'know...celebrate..."

The sentence was loaded and Chris knew it.
Running a hand through his drooping hair spikes he sighed again, "man you sure pick your moments, huh? I'm pretty banged up right now, Petey..."

Before he could finish Petey's hands were already unbuttoning his shirt, having placed the belt back on his lap. They worked pretty fast, and soon the item was hanging off his shoulders. Sabin shrugged it off in one movement, and Petey's lips were attached to his neck as soon as he did so, placing delicate kisses down to his collarbone.
"Don't worry about that, Chris," he said in between kisses, "You don't even have to move, I'll take care of it."

Sabin paused to speak, but Petey stopped to look up at him, and the puppy dog eyes were so intense he couldn't bring himself to say a word. Instead he moved his legs further apart, and gently pulled him down with him. He reached forward to pull the Team Canada jersey off, and Petey complied, still trailing his way down towards his chest with soft kisses. It was thrown aside, and Petey lifted his hips a little, reaching down to unbuckle his pants with one hand, his other taking Sabin's chin to draw him into a slow, sensual kiss.

Before discarding his trousers, Petey reached into one of the pockets and fished out a few items, which he tossed onto the covers next to them.
Chris eyed the lube and condoms that were scattered beside them, and the realisation of what was about to happen made his aches and pains fade into the background.
Petey's tongue sliding into his mouth brought him back to reality, and he softly moaned into the kiss, feeling the smaller man's fingers working on his belt now.

"Man, you're a real expert with that now aren't ya?" Chris remarked breathlessly as Petey undid the belt and fly with one hand.

Petey gave him a cheeky grin, reaching back to untie his hair. " Well I've had lots of practise."

Sabin just smiled back at him, watching the soft brown curls fall around his shoulders. He lifted his own hips and allowed Petey to tug his trousers off and onto the floor.
He settled back into his position, lying flat against Chris's chest, skin-to-skin. He pulled him into another kiss, hot, fast and needy.
Chris's arms snaked around him again, one sliding along the base of his neck, threading through his hair, the other tracing the curve of his ass through his boxers. Petey gave a growl and kissed him harder, brusing his lips slowly. His left hand slid downwards to cup the growing bulge in Sabin's underwear. He felt him roughly through the fabric, illiciting a throaty moan from his partner. He slipped his hand under the tented material and loosely gripped Chris's cock, pumping with the slightest of motions.

Chris's hips arched upwards of their own accord, a lustful hiss escaping his lips at the touch. His breathing quickened, and Petey leaned in to steal fast kisses in between his gasps. The slow pace was agonising ecstasy. Petey paused momentarily to lift Chris' hips and pull his boxers completely off. Chris moved to do the same, but Petey moved out of his grasp .Lowering his head he held Chris's erection with one hand and attentively trailed his tongue over the tip .The taller man gave a soft moan in response,and threaded his fingers through Petey's hair, holding him in place. He licked all the way along it's length before stopping, taking just the end into his mouth.

"Fuck...Petey," Sabin managed to groan, watching as the smaller man sucked gently, applying just the right amount of pressure with his tongue.
From below his lover looked upwards with his bright blue eyes, locking contact as he took him inch by inch into his hot, wet mouth. Chris struggled to keep his eyes open. More than anything he wanted to see the look on Petey's face as he sucked his cock, but the feeling was overwhelming and his eyes slitted in pleasure. His fingers tangled into the bed sheets and he leant his head back onto the soft pillows, letting out a series of breathy moans.

He was beginning to feel the tightening in his abdomen when Petey pulled back suddenly. Chris made a disappointed grunt, but didn't have time to say anything as he watched Petey reach for the lube and a condom. Shooting him a dirty smirk, he tore the packet open with his teeth and slowly pushed it down along his length.

"Still feeling too beat up to do this?" He teased in a deep, turned on voice, unscrewing the lid on the lube ever so slowly.

Chris looked down at him, his face flushed and red and full of lust. That was all the answer Petey needed.
He slid off his own boxers at last and squirted some of the cool liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up .Sitting back on his heels his spread his legs as wantonly as he could and started to prepare himself. Sabin's cock hardened even more at the sight, and his eyes were fixated on Petey's two fingers carefully slipping in and out of himself. The Canadian's face was knotted in pleasure, and he bit his bottom lip in the most adorable way as he added a third finger, slowing to apply more lube before curving up inside him again. He let out a small gasp as he scissored his fingers, stretching himself ready, and then slid them back out, reaching for the lube once more.

"Shit I love it when you do that, " Sabin remarked under his breath, licking his lips slightly.

Petey looked at him through hooded eyes and grinned, his breathing still hitching a little. He squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and spread it over Chris's cock, hearing the taller man curse quietly as he did so.
"You love it even more when I do this, "he said, straddling him roughly.

He reached behind him, holding his cock steady, and lifted himself over it. His teeth gritted a little as he pushed down gradually, taking Chris inch by inch into his tight ass.
They both sucked in a breath; Petey to relax his muscles in preparation, Sabin to stop himself from being overcome .He shut his eyes tight and took long, deep breathes.

It didn't take long for Petey to adjust, and after a few minutes he began to move gingerly. Leaning forward onto his hands, which were spread over Chris's chest, he pulled himself almost completely off of him, before slamming back down full hilt.
Both of them let out a cry, and Chris's hands shifted to hold a firm grip on Petey, helping him keep his balance as he began to rock his hips faster .His head fell back as he bounced, his eyes closed, his mouth open slightly, cursing unintelligible words under his breath.
Soon Sabin began snapping his hips up to meet Petey, and they moved perfectly with each other. Nothing but deep, throaty moans and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the air.

"Oh...Fuck.. God, " Chris gasped. He could feel he was nearly there, but it wasn't quite enough to send him over the edge. He took a hold of Petey's hips, attempting to slow him a little.
Out of breath the other man could do nothing much more than pant in question.

"T...Turn over, Petey, " Sabin breathed raggedly, helping him as he lifted himself off of his painfully hard cock and onto his hands and knees.
With one arm holding him around the stomach, he positioned himself behind Petey and pulled him roughly back, penetrating him again.

The Canadian let out a sharp cry which trailed off into a moan, and spread his legs wider to accommodate more room for him. Sabin forgot all about his bruised shoulder and aching muscles, and began to thrust hard and deep, drawing out desperate moans from his lover .Whomever was staying in the room next door was certainly getting a show tonight that was for sure.
Petey started to mewl with delirious pleasure. Sliding forwards onto his elbows he rested, pushing back into Chris as he pounded into him, hitting his sweet spot every time until he was panting like a dog in heat.

Suddenly behind him he felt Sabin's body tense up, and a haltered moan signaled his lovers climax. Stopping himself from falling forwards onto Petey's sweat-slicked back,Chris gripped his hips and continued to thrust into him, one hand reaching around to jerk his erection, swiftly bringing him to orgasm. Petey's moans converged into one long sentence of expletives as he did so, thick spurts of cum splashing onto his stomach, thighs and the bed sheets below.

Chris carefully pulled out, peeling off the condom and tying it in a knot, throwing it expertly into the nearest trash can. Petey slid forward completely, his muscles tired and still shaking slightly. Chris led out next to him, out of breath with a lazy grin spread over his face.
"I'm gonna be even more sore tomorrow, " he said, feeling the post-coital effects wearing off, and the aches and pains returning one by one.

"Hey, whose ass were you just pounding into oblivion?" Petey interrupted, shoving him a little in jest, " I think I've lost the ability to walk....Shit what is that?"

"What's what?"

Petey shifted uncomfortably, and then reached underneath him. A look of extreme shock and amusement appeared on his face as he pulled the X Division title belt out from the covers.
"Oops...." He spluttered, laughing, admiring the brand new shiny belt which was now splattered with white and clear.

Sabin rose one eyebrow and mock punched Petey in the shoulder, "That better fucking wash off cos I am not showing up on Impact with a cum-stained belt!"

Petey continued to laugh.

Chris shook his head, " I swear, if I hadn't just fucked it I'd be kicking your ass right now."

Petey gave him a sugar-coated smile and curled up next to him, wrapping the bed sheets around him, " Ah just think of it as marking my territory, eh?"

Sabin went to thump him one again, but noticed that he'd dozed off.

THE END.

This a a rare occasion for me to actually start and finish a fic, understand thisXD R+R is appreaciated if you feel like it^^