Title: And These Are The Days That I Dreamed About
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: Chris Jericho/Evan Bourne, with hints of all other pairings from this verse
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Love, fluff, slash, good stuff

AN: If you have come upon this by itself, I'm not sure you need to read the other parts of the series or not *shrug* To get their complete story, go to my profile and find He Thrusts His Fists Against the Posts and see how they started off and progressed. Because this little bit actually takes place in the third part of that story, called Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling.

This right here is their week off together, with a little pause for RAW. Good stuff, let me tell you, good fluffy stuff. Oh, and I just read on Evan's profile that he lives in Tampa? I'm changing that for this story. I can't make everything connect.

A plane ride to Tampa was long, particularly when you're going from Canada to the United States. Thankfully the customs people had been fans, and all he had to do was flash Chris's dual-citizenship and they were let through easily. It was only a few hours, and in first class they had plenty of room and comfort.

Of course, his sweet Evvy had plugged in his MP3 player ten minutes in and had easily fallen asleep. Jericho was looking out the porthole window, admiring the clouds and letting himself be at peace. The warm weight of his lover's head on his shoulder grounded him.

Chris was glad he could take Evan away. He could have taken him to his home in Los Angeles, God knew it would be just as hot, but he could offer seclusion and quiet for him at his out-of-the-way Tampa home.

He turned his head, dropping a kiss in raven hair, "I want you comfortable and happy, Evvy."

Evan snuffled in his sleep, snuggling into the older man.

Yes, this was going to be a good weekend.

-WwE-

By the time they landed, got their luggage and their rental car, Evan was wide awake and hyper. Chris kept reminding him not to move too much, but the ravenette kept countering that the bandages kept the wounds from getting irritated. And when they pulled up to his house, Evan started loosing it.

"It's off the beaten track, Chris!"

"I like my privacy."

"Is that a beach? Do you have a beach on your property?"

"I like the beach."

"God, your house is big!"

"…I like to spend my money."

They carried their luggage up to the house, the young high flyer bouncing the entire way. Chris laughed at his eagerness, but merely unlocked the door and stepped back. Evan rushed inside, dropping his bags every which way before darting off to explore the house. Chris shook his head, entering his house and bumping the door closed behind him.

"Mr. Irvine, you're home unexpectedly."

Chris looked over, finding Miranda (his housekeeper/house-sitter) standing there. She gave him a little curtsy, and he gave her a warm smile. She had been on his small staff for some time now, about three years, and he trusted her. Not enough with anything more important than the code for the burglar alarm and the dusting of his tables, but it was a mutual respect.

"Ah, there you are Miranda. I'm going to be home for the next week or so."

"Oh good" she looked around, pondering "The dogs in the kennel are fed, I cleaned the kitchen this morning, I've vacuumed. There's not anything to do really, so I'll leave you to your leisure."

Miranda gave him another curtsy, quietly leaving.

Chris wasn't like some people he knew (Adam) who kept a cook and a maid and a houseboy all on staff. He just had Miranda and his bodyguards, his accountant, manager…basic staff.

Chris left the bags to lay for now, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. He sauntered into the living room, snatching the remote off the table before collapsing onto the couch. He flicked it on, slouching back into the plush leather. He surfed a bit, eyes lighting up when he found a hockey game on.

There were some vague sounds from upstairs and the rest of the house. Shuffling, footsteps, the sudden break of a run. Evan sounded like he was having fun raiding his home, and who was he to stop him?

Time went by unnoticed.

Two almost-goals, and one real goal later, the footsteps got louder and then someone sighed in the doorway. Chris tilted his head, giving the younger man a curious look. Evan strode through the doorway, a big ol' grin plastered on his face. He came right up to the blonde, straddling his waist and taking his mouth in a swift kiss.

His lover's smile was contagious, and in a moment his own lips were quirked, "Did you find something you liked, my Heaven?"

Like always, Evan flushed, "This place is awesome. Thanks for this, really. I…I appreciate. I've been so stressed and-"

Chris pulled him closer, kissing him to silence. Evan melted into the touch, a soft moan escaping his chest as he was tasted so thoroughly. He ran a hand through that thick crop of blonde hair, letting his fingers ruin the styling gel in it.

"Does it please you?"

Evan chuckled slightly, pulling back with a confused expression, "What a strange thing to say."

"Well" seeing a blush on the older man's face brought Evan a sense of satisfaction "I have another home in LA. If you don't like this one-"

This time it was Evan who cut him off with a kiss, taking that talented tongue with his own and silencing him. They stayed like that for minutes, simply enjoying the taste of one another.

"I love it here."

"You're always welcome here" Chris murmured against his lips, sincere.

"I believe you…love you, Chrissy."

"Love you too."

-WwE-

"My sweet Evvy."

Evan awoke languidly, undulating his naked form along the soft mattress. A solid arm was around his waist, warmth radiating from the body beside his. He pressed back into it with a mewl of content, loving every aspect of this early wake-up call. He felt so happy right then, such a pure moment of love. For that's what he felt. Half-asleep, safe, warm, loved. Even…cherished, with the possessive palm brushing his ribs.

Lips brushed his temple, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

Evan opened his eyes, realizing at once it was Chris behind him.

-X-

Where you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello, I've missed you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms

-X-

Chris smiled at the surprised look his lover gave him, turning over on his back to look him over. He seemed as if he wasn't sure it was really him.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Chris inquired, his thumb tracing the line of the younger man's abs "You look surprised to see me here. We don't get to sleep in the same bed very often…I was savoring it.

-X-

I like where you sleep,
When you sleep, next to me.
I like where you sleep... here

-X-

"I just…" Evan wasn't sure what to say, realizing he truly loved this man. This beautiful man, his icon for so long, that had decided he was worthy enough for care and attention. It was by chance he had even worked up the nerve to say hello to Chris Jericho in the first place, so nervous he had ran off the first two times he had tried. This was a man he watched wrestle growing up! And, to be perfectly honest, fueled a few horny teenage fantasies of his.

Evan leant in, brushing their cheeks…their lips, pulling a happy sigh from the other.

-X-

Cause our lips, can touch
And our cheeks, can brush
Our lips can touch here

-X-

"I love you" Evan stated in pure candor.

Chris stared at his lover in shock, mouth falling open of it's own accord. Before when Evan said those words, it was always a giggly love you, Chrissy or a lustful, orgasmic I fuckin' love you, Chris! But never like this, never unprovoked or so straightforward. His voice was low, serious. He meant it.

Chris leant over him, dropping a chaste kiss on his lips, "I love you."

"We're serious about this, right?" Evan half-panicked, grasping the back of his lover's neck and looking him square in the eyes "You're not going to leave me for someone in the next round of new guys, right? I'm not…I'm not some oh, look at the shiny new toy! fuck, right?"

Chris winced, remembering how he was treated the much same way by Shawn.

"Never" Chris swore "This is as long as you want it, as long as we can stand each other."

"It better be" Evan grumbled, rolling them over and straddling the older man's waist "I'm not giving you up for anything."

"Same on my end" Chris was careful when he gripped his lover's hips, knowing the wounds the tacks had caused didn't need to be bandaged but that didn't mean they were healed "No one's touching you, Evvy."

"I want you to touch me, Chrissy" Evan purred, grinding his firm ass down on the blonde's rapidly hardening cock.

"Mmmm" Chris's eye lashes fluttered at the sensation, his fingers trailing down a smooth cheek to finger the ravenette's entrance "Are you still loose from last night?"

Evan smirked, "We'll find out, won't we?"

-WwE-

Chris had no idea his lover couldn't properly wake up without a shower. And from what he watched, Evan had to stand under the hot spray for ten minutes before he could even move. Another thing Chris didn't know about his beloved? As he woke up, he'd sing the first thing that came to mind. At least, he sang it when he had a song stuck in his mind.

Chris couldn't help himself. He stood just inside the bathroom, watching the form of his lover from inside the frosted glass of the shower. Evan was starting to wake up, and apparently he already had a song stuck in his head. His lithe form was rocking from side to side, rinsing suds from his hair.

"Oh God, God, she's really done it now…coked up, her body's all spun around…oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, and seein' her just isn't something I can stomach" Evan sang softly, punctuating the end with a big yawn. The longer he was in, the faster the words picked up."Back it up, back it up, ff you talkin' shit to me. Smack it up, smack it up, if you act a bitch to me. Stack it up, stack it up, if you fuckin' rich as me. My daddy owns a dealership, the rest is fuckin' history."

Chris put the back of his hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh. His lover was so cute sometimes…hell, all the time! But this was new. He'd never heard the kid sing before. He wondered if he could get Evan to sing like that -so uninhibited- with only him around?

"This ain't a love song…oh no. This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely" Evan started bouncing to the song, the blonde wished he could see that cute little ass wiggling around his shower "This ain't a love song…oh no, no, no. This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad. There ain't nothing here that's valid!"

The water shut off, the door opening up to reveal a billow of Bourne-scented steam. The young man snatched a towel, scrubbing at his hair as he continued.

"So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard! Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home! Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters…God dammit, I just can't do it aloneI can't do it alone!"

"Aw, Evvy, you're adorable."

Evan jolted so badly he nearly crashed into the shower stall, barely covering himself with the towel as he stared wide-eyed at his boyfriend.

"Chris! What the hell?!"

"I walked by and heard you singing" Chris replied, shrugging at his lover's shocked look "I thought I'd stay. You sound nice, Evvy."

Evan flushed, but he couldn't really be mad.

"Just…don't stand there next time, join in."

"With the singing or the shower?"

"…both."

-WwE-

"Evan, you can't swim."

The ravenette paused from pulling on his shirt, "Uh, why not?"

"Sweetheart, your back-"

"Oh!" Evan waved him off, tossing the t-shirt aside "It'll help my scratches! It's the sea, it's a healing- hippie-yoga-thing!"

"They're not scratches, they're puncture wounds!" Chris snapped "And it's salt water."

Evan gave the blonde a wink, "A thousand hippies can't be wrong, Chrissy!"

And then Evan was gone, sprinting down into the ocean and diving head first into a wave. Chris sighed reluctantly, then stripped off t-shirt and jeans as well. He followed the younger man into the water, glad that Evan didn't seemed bothered with his back. He was splashed in the face several times before he got his arms around his love, pulling him close and putting his lips to his ear.

"No one puts up with me the way you do" Chris told him, adoring the shiver that went through the lithe body he was holding so tightly "You just wave off my attitude. Everyone else gets offended, storms off."

"But if I stormed off, I wouldn't have you here" Evan turned, trapping the brunette by wrapping his arms and legs around him like a squid.

Chris nearly overbalanced into the sea, "Evan!"

"But I love ya, Chrissy!"

"You're gonna drown us!"

Evan just laughed at him, getting off him. His feet weren't back in the water three seconds before he screamed like a girl and clung to the blonde in sheer desperation. Chris cradled him as much he could, wondering what the fuck this was about.

"Uh, Evan?"

"My foot!" Evan buried his flushed face in the older man's neck "I think a shark just brushed my foot!"

This time, it was Chris's turn to laugh.

"We're barely in four feet of water, there's no sharks!"

Evan glared at his lover, offended, "Bite me, Chris. I saw a show that it didn't matter how shallow the water was, they'll swim right up on a beach!"

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry" Chris cooed, soothing his indignant lover "Do you want to get out?""No" Evan grumbled, but he clung tighter to the man and kitten-licked the salt from his skin.

Chris sighed pleasantly, "Evvy."

"I've had sex on the beach, but I've never made love in the ocean."

Chris slipped his hand down the back of the high flyer's boxers, "I can make help you scratch that off your list, sweetheart."

Evan forgot all about the sharks.

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