Knees, If You Please

Title: Knees, If You Please.
Author: Analyssa
Pairing: Eric Bischoff/Johnny Nitro
Rating: ADULT for blow-jobs.
Spoilers: The only spoilers I can think of is... well, no there's none.
Summary: You'll do absolutely anything to keep the job of your dreams.
Disclaimer: Eric Bischoff & Johnny Nitro are CHARACTERS and do not in any way resemble the way they are portrayed in this story. They also belong to the McMahon family, Titan Sports, World Wrestling Entertainment and others. I do not profit in any way for writing this story.
Notes: First male slash. If it sucks, sorry. Not used to watching two guys suck each other. This was written YEARS ago so the characters and storylines are old. I thought I had lost this during a recent computer crash but was glad to see it was alive! So I thought I'd throw it up on here. Hope you enjoy.

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Eric Bischoff had just finalized ten matches for the next RAW brand pay per view and he was feeling, one of which was a four man handicap match, Batistia, Randy Orton and Ric Flair would take on Benoit. He snorted as the image of a beaten and bloody Benoit laying in the middle of the ring flashed in his mind, he was finally going to be able to stick it to that little punk Benoit for hurting Nitro by slamming his fist into his injured arm.

He settled deeper into his plush leather chair as he remembered the pain that made little Johnny scream out as the trainers treated him. His protege was interesting, he usually didn't enjoy the clingy type but there was something about this boy that made him rethink about shoving him away and sending him to Velocity to grab coffee and kiss ass for Josh Matthews.

No... there was potential there. He probably wouldn't be a good wrestler like Flair or a showman like Randy but he could be the one to fall in line with the guys, get some insider info with the boys. He could also make all the Divas fall in love with him, pry open their little thighs, tease and please until all their little dark secrets came spilling forth for him to use against them.

Eric felt a twinge of jelousy at the the thought of Johnny touching them and sneered.

The hell...

"I'm not gay."

It didn't sound so convincing to himself, he wasn't really gay. Okay, so he was. Fine. Eric Bischoff was gay. A flamer, a fag, a homosexual. Whatever.

But Johnny Nitro was a very heterosexual male who was probably, at this moment, trying to pry open Ivory's legs open with his good arm, he shuddered at the thought, it just seemed so... wrong. Disgusting even.

His fingers traveled down his chest and finally settled against his bulge, where he could feel himself begin to harden. The thought of the pink, pouty lips slowing taking his cock in and out of that tight warm mouth made him grow even harder, within a few minutes, he was aching for the snug little mouth of Johnny Nitro.

He stroked himself through the cloth of his tailored pants and scoffed as he pulled his hand away. This was ridiculous, why torture himself with images little Nitro on his knees when he wasn't hitting the ball for the home team.

"Nitro, Nitro, Nitro, what I wouldn't do get get my cock in there."

He heard a tiny gasp behind him. Fuck. He turned his chair towards the door and there stood the object of his fantasy, jaw hanging open, he could see that perfect little pink tongue from here.

"Boss?" He squeaked.

Eric gave Johnny the once over, he did look delicious in his leather pants but extremely shocked at the sentence that passed from his boss' lips. Okay, Eric had two choices, laugh it off and threaten him if he pushed any further or take his slip up and use it to his advantage.

Even if he did refuse, he could always send him to Stamford to clean the offices of the mail clerks at WWE headquarters. He took a deep breath before deciding.

"Come here." Eric calmly stated and motioned for Johnny to come around to the side of his desk, he watched as the younger man warily made his way to the side.

"Get on your knees." He said, as calm as ever.

"What?!" Johnny exclaimed, jumping back, his face filling with disgust.

"If you like this job, if you like working for me, get on your knees. If you don't then you can say goodbye and I'm sure I can fill your position quite quickly."

"Boss... please."

"Knees. Now." He demanded.

Johnny weighed his options. Get fired from a job that he loved so much, something that he had been working for and dreaming of for years or give Eric Bischoff a blow job. Oh my god. He dreamed up images of another dude's dick going through his head at such a rate that he was beginning to feel dizzy.

"Is there anything else I can do? Please, Mr. Bischoff. I can't lose this job." He pleaded.

"Then I think you know what you must do. C'mon, Nitro. Be a team player."

He groaned and slowly got to his knees, he winced as his shoulder got jarred by even the small impact of moving to the carpet, which didn't feel like carpet at all.

He moved closer, walking on his knees, looking up as he got to right in front of Eric, that smug expression on Eric's face, the one where he would set up the matches like Kane and Lita having a hardcore match, was staring right back at him.

"What do I do?" He asked, his voice had never seemed so quiet before.

"Do what your girlfriends do."

"I don't know..." He moaned, looking down at Eric's crotch.

"Does someone want to be fired?"

"No, sir but my arm." His other hand gesturing to the cast.

Eric looked at his shoulder and nodded.

"I'll do you a favor."

He tugged the zipper to his pants down and got up for a moment, letting them fall to his ankles, he stood there, with his cock standing out from a neatly trimmed nest of hair.

"I'll stand from now on until you get better."

Johnny's eyes widened but he couldn't tell what yet, the sight of Eric's penis or the thought of having to do this again.

"I..." His lip trembled slightly. "I can't balace myself if I'm using my hand on..."

Eric sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Then use just your mouth, you're running out of fucking excuses."

Johnny placed his hand on the older man's thigh, gripping tightly and moved in slowly, his tongue snaked out and tasted the tip. He immediately gagged and spit over to the side onto the carpet.

Eric growled and grabbed him by his long black locks producing a yelp from the surpised Nitro. "I'm horny, stick my dick in your mouth and suck. I don't care how you do it, just get it in there." He pulled a bit tighter, causing Johnny to cry out even louder. "I'm going to get angry."

"Yes, sir." He cried as Eric released his hair.

"Good boy."

Johnny moved in and closed his eyes, letting the head pass his lips, he remembered hearing some of the Divas talk about licking it like a lollipop, so he did. His tongue moved around the head slowly and he took in more of his boss, slowly tracing the veins of his boss's shaft with his tongue.

Eric moaned loudly and grabbed the boy's hair but this time much more gently, groaning as Nitro took another inch.

Johnny couldn't believe he was doing this as he tried to slide more in. He reasoned in his mind that this was the thing to do to make it in the business, he remembered the guys talking about doing favors for promoters and how they winked about the favors being more than copying a few papers at the local copy shop. He was always disgusted with the idea of the favors the guys talked about and swore he never would.

But here he was. Sucking off his boss. If only he could think about something else. Stacy Keibler's legs, Ivory's hair, Lita's tits. He was soon awash in the thoughts of the divas of the WWE but was quickly brought back to earth as Eric shoved the rest of himself inside his mouth. He gagged as Eric stood up and grabbed him by the ears.

"I can see that you're hesitating and I know that you're inexperienced so I'm going to help you out."

He thrust in and out quickly, his hips bucked as he filled the mouth of the novice before him.

"Johnny... Johnny... Johnny..." He moaned. His fingers moved from Nitro's ears slipped through the black hair of the younger man, tugging roughly. "Use your tongue."

Johnny groaned as his tongue tried it's best to move around the foreign object invading his mouth.

"Look at me, Johnny." Eric whispered at the male below him. Johnny hesitated but finally drifted his eyes up to his boss'. Before he could just close his eyes and imagine anything else but this but now with the image of a panting Eric in his mind. It was all too real and awful.

He whimpered as he recognized the telltale groan of a man coming close to release. He couldn't remember the countless times he had made that same damn noise.

"John, you're so good at this." Eric moaned, he wanted to hold out longer but he just didn't have that power. The warmth and wetness of Johnny's mouth was just too much for him to handle. He jerked slightly upwards filling the wrestler's mouth with his cum.

"Swallow all of it." He growled. Johnny quickly swallowed as much of the salty remains that he could before Eric pulled his penis from Nitro's mouth. Johnny wiped his mouth and continued to look down at the carpet, there was so way he was going to look back up.

He was disgusted with himself, horrified that he actually went through with someone so gross. Eric noted the man's obvious discomfort and with glee and smiled to himself. He truly did love it when people who considered themselves better than certain things had to make their way down in the muck and mud to survive.

"Don't be so sad, Johnny. We all do things we're not proud of and if it makes you feel any better, you weren't bad."

"Can I go now?" Johnny said quietly, still looking down at the dull gray carpet.

Eric sighed dramatically and pondered what he could say to make the young man even more uncomfortable.

"I was hoping you'd let me fuck your ass but you can go."

Johnny carefully pushed himself up with his good hand and moved himself away from Eric and hurried out of the small office.

Eric stared at the door for a moment before tucking himself back in and zipping his pants. He settled back in his chair and propped his feet on top of his table and smiled.

"That wasn't so bad at all."