Title: Happy Birthday, Baby FONT>
Author: Chris F.
Content: m/m sex and very very mild restraint
Rating: NC-17 I finally did it...errr...they finally did it :)

Alright, I think I have everything ready. The candles are lit, the lights are out, I'm properly dressed in my silver shirt and shiny black pants, and I've got the cake set out. I hear the doorknob turn and I hurriedly leap onto the bed, lying there as seductively as I know how. Hunter walks in and pauses, obviously in shock. "Surprise." I say, smiling.

Hunter stands frozen in the doorway. "It's only you?"

Oh no. My face falls. "Did you want someone else? I thought..."

"No! No...I just want to make sure none of my friends are gonna pop out of nowhere like last year....you're the only person I want."

I feel much better now. I push myself off the bed and saunter over to him. "Well you've got me."

Hunter grins. "Chris, did you take something? You're acting strange..."

I wrap my arms around Hunter's neck. "No, it's just that the thought of getting busy with an older man really turns me on."

He pushes me away in mock-anger. "I haven't even been 31 for a day and already you're spouting the age jokes!"

I stick my lower lip out in the pout that gets him every time. "I'm sorry...." I walk over to a table in the corner of the room. "Will this cheer you up?"

Hunter looks at the cake. The frosting was blue and there were little plastic ring posts in the corners with string licorice acting as the "ring ropes". Across the top it said "Happy Birthday to 'The Game'." He glances up at me. "Wow...a theme cake...they didn't have these when I was little."

"Yeah, so I figured I'd get you one now. You like?" I'm grinning widely. When I saw the wrestling-themed cake at the bakery, I had to buy it. It was too perfect!

"Mmm-hmm....but....I gotta ask, Joanie said you were going through her old CD's....is there something I should know?"

I try to look upset, but couldn't stop smiling. "Aww, she spoiled your surprise! Oh well...." I grab Hunter's hand and lead him to the bed. "Sit down and enjoy the music and dance stylings of..." I spin dramatically. "Chris Jericho!!!!"

Hunter raised his eyebrows. "This I gotta see."

I walk over to the CD player and turn it on, hearing a little noise from Hunter when I bent over, showing how tight my pants really were. "I figured I'd use music from the same guy we first danced to, so....here goes...." I hit the "play" button and from the first note Hunter starts cracking up. When the words started, I sang along, changing some of the pronouns to fit the situation and swaying my hips in a way that hopefully left no question the impression I want to give.

She sits alone waiting for suggestions
He's so nervous avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking

I slip out of my shirt and throw it at Hunter, the silver fabric glistening in the light. With a hugely exaggerated gesture, I run his hands up my chest, causing a small shiver to run down Hunter's spine. I giggle at the effect I'm having on him.

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby

I unbutton my pants, but as I try to push them down, I remember that my shiny pants don't exactly come off that easily. I struggle to get them down as Hunter rolls on the bed, tears of laughter streaming down his face. I stumble over to the CD player, turning it off and sitting down on the floor in frustration. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

I make a move to pull my pants back up, but Hunter yells "Stop!" Still chuckling, he helps me to get my pants off and admired my boxers with the gift bow on them as I wallow in my humiliation. "Uhm...does this mean what I think it does?"

I look up at Hunter hesitantly. "Yeah...I mean, if you want to...it just seemed like this would be a good day, you know...on your birthday....if you don't want...."

He places a finger over my lips. "You honestly thing I could watch that little show and not want you?" I smile shyly. "But first....you know, that cake looks really good...but you forgot to bring plates."

Oh SHIT! "I knew I forgot something...hang on, I will be RIGHT back, I'll just run and get them..."

Hunter grabs my arm. "Ok first of all, you are not leaving this room dressed like that. Someone will jump you. Second...." he smiled almost evilly, "I have a better idea."

***

"Ahh...Hunter....that TICKLES!!!!" I half-scream.

Hunter looks up at me. "Stop laughing, you're gonna make it fall." He lowers his head back to my stomach.

I'm lying here on my back, still wearing only my boxers. I move my head slightly upward so I could see him. A piece of the birthday cake rests on my stomach and every scrape of the fork he's holding sets off another wave of giggles. I can only be thankful that I didn't bring ice cream.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. "Go away!" Hunter yells.

"C'mon, let me in, I got you a birthday present!" Sean Waltman yells from outside the door.

Hunter looks down at me apologetically. "I'll be right back, ok?" He opens the door, intending to go and talk to his friend outside, but Sean, obviously into the Mountain Dew again, has other plans. He darts into the room, his constant companion (and, I suspect, lover) Kane following sedately behind.

Sean looks at me and gets pale. "Oh shit, did I interrupt something?"

"Yeah." Hunter says with equal parts kindness and frustration. "So while I appreciate your visit, can I maybe talk to you tomorrow?"

Overcoming his shock, Sean is now giggling. I'm starting to wonder how Kane has the energy to put up with him. "Aww, but I wanted to have a little mini-party...if Chris can keep that piece of cake balanced, he can join in..."

Before Sean can continue, Kane claps a hand over his mouth and drags him out the door. "Sorry about that." he says softly.

Hunter sighs. "Sometimes, I wonder about him...." He sits back down next to me and picks up the fork. "Now, where were we?"

He finishes his slice of cake and grins at me. "Awww, you've got frosting all over you now. I guess I'll have to clean that up." Slowly, gently, Hunter drags his tongue up my stomach and abdomen, licking up the frosting. Oh God.

"Hu....Hunter...I don't want to stop you, really I don't, but..." I let out a tiny squeak as Hunter's tongue found my bellybutton, "it is your birthday, and so you shouldn't have to do all the work.."

Hunter pauses, moving up to look in my eyes. "Actually, if you don't mind, I think I'm having more fun listening to you respond. So you just rest your pretty little head there and let me take care of you."

"Whatever you want, birthday boy."

I entwine my fingers in Hunter's hair and pull him down for a bruising kiss. Hunter goes along with it, but soon pulls away, much to my dismay. "Uh-uh honey bun. I told you to stay there. If you can't keep still, I'll have to keep you still." He gets up and starts rummaging in his suitcase, finally coming up with two ties.

"What do you have those for?" I ask, playing stupid. "I have never in my life seen you wear a tie..."

Hunter leans over me. "They're WWF ties, I get them for free from the promotional department." He begins to wrap one of the ties around the bedpost, but stops and looks at me with concern. "Are you ok with this?"

I smirk. How come it's his birthday but my dreams are coming true? "If you think you can control the mighty Chris Jericho with those measly things, I invite you to try."

Hunter barely holds back a laugh as he loosely ties my wrists to the bedposts and climbs back to his position straddling me. "So, what shall I do next?" he says, tapping his chin in fake concentration.

"Take your shirt off." I suggest. "It's entirely unfair that I'm lying here in my underwear while you're still fully dressed."

"Well, with you tied up, a lot of things aren't going to be exactly fair, but it's getting hot in here so I'll use your idea."

Hunter pulls his shirt off and I'm treated to an up-close view of his muscular chest. Without consciously realizing what I'm doing, I reach out to touch it, but the ties hold me back. Hunter laughs at me and bends down to kiss my chest lightly.

I suck in a breath. God, but it felt so GOOD!!! I mean, I've been with other guys before but it was nothing like this! Hunter flicks over one of my nipples with his tongue and I arch under him. If he keeps this up, I'm gonna come before he even gets his jeans off.

His facial hair scratches against my stomach and I gasp again. He laughs, his breath warm against my skin. "You're so sensitive..." he says quietly.

There's another knock on the door. "Feliz cumpleanos!!!" the unmistakable voice of Eddy Gurerro yells.

"Hunter, you can't lock yourself up on your birthday!" continued Joanie.

"Now's not a good time..." Hunter said, trying to stay polite.

"Oh come on, you know you want to come party with us..." Obviously, Joanie didn't realize me and Hunter were already having our own private party.

I'll just have to end this conversation myself. "Joanie, please leave Hunter alone so he can go back to seducing me." I shout.

"Oh......well you two have fun then." Joanie sounds quite embarrassed, which is fine with me because it gets her away from us.

Hunter evidently decides that after playing with my chest and stomach, it would be fun to move higher, not lower as I so obviously want him to. He starts to kiss my neck, sucking at it slightly. "If I have a hickey tomorrow, I'm gonna hurt you." I whisper, but he obviously likes that idea and starts sucking harder. He then moved and started kissing my forehead. It was more sweet then arousing, and I squeezed my eyes shut, giggling slightly. He laid kisses on both my eyelids, then whispers in my ear "Are you ready?"

"Mmm-hmm...unless you're gonna go into that "for the thousands in attendance, for the millions watching at home" bit..."

He laughed. "I won't." He moves back, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off.

I smile when I see his boxers. "Aww gee Hunter I would, but you got me tied up here..."

He looks down in confusion at his DX boxer, with the strategically placed "suck it", then back up at me with a sheepish smile. "They were the only pair I had that was clean..."

And once again, there's a pounding on the door, except this obviously rude person doesn't wait for an answer before pushing the door open. Hunter must not have locked it after Sean's intrusion. "If I wanted an audience, we could've done this in the ring!" I yell in frustration, then I see who our visitor is. "Oh...uhm...hi Shane."

The heir to the WWF has both hands clapped over his mouth, eyes wide in what is either shock or amusement. The question is answered when I see tears start to flow from his eyes. He looks up to the ceiling to collect himself, then finally says, between peals of laughter, "Hey Hunter, I need to talk with you tomorrow...if you can drag yourself out of bed that is...." Before he starts laughing any harder, he bolts out of the room.

I bring my head forward so I can dramatically throw it back against the pillow. "Are we still ready? I ask weakly.

Hunter grins at me predatorily. "I think I've been ready since I first met you."

I moan as he kisses me roughly. "Hunter...please...I want to touch you." This is killing me! I've waited so long...over a month....to get him in bed and I can't even touch him when I finally get the chance.

He makes a big production of sighing. "Oh, ok....since you've been so good...." He reached up and untied my wrists. Immediately, I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his strong back muscles moving under my touch, sweat making his skin slick. I move down, his lower back tense from that damn pinched nerve. As if reading my thoughts, he quietly says "Don't worry, I'm fine, just keep going." So my hands slip lower, into his boxers.....

Of all the things I ever imagined I would do, grabbing a handful of Hunter's ass was never one of them. Lemme tell you, good as it looks on the few times he's shown it off to the audience, that's nothing compared to how it feels....firm and....ohhhhhhhhh.........

For his part, Hunter's keeping himself busy. He's tracing my collarbone with his tongue, until, I guess, my groping gets to be too much. He wiggles slightly in my hands. "I always knew those Buns of Steel videos would pay off." he said, laughing. I smile back at him and bring my hands up to hook my thumbs out of his boxers and slide them down and off.

And then there it is. I guess you would call it the "Little Game", although from my angle, there's nothing little about it. As a matter of fact, it feels like it's going to punch a hole in my stomach.

With a kiss on the side of my neck, Hunter slides down my boxers and now...well...I guess it's showtime. For just a moment our eyes meet, and he can see my nervousness. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice husky with arousal.

"I just want to make this perfect...." I whisper.

He kisses my lips gently. "It already is." He brushes a stand of hair off my face. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"It's your birthday, what do you want to do?" I'm getting a little bit frustrated with this waiting.....

He leans down, his face mere inches from mine. "I want to be inside you."

My breathing gets heavier as he slides down. He picks up the small tube of lube besides the bed and squeezes some out onto his fingers. He spreads my legs farther apart and slowly....agonizingly slowly...pushes in one of his fingers.

Involuntarily, I buck against him, making him laugh. "Hunter...can you please speed it up...before I explode and get the bed all messy....." I moan.

Finding some shred of mercy in his heart, he slides in another finger, and it takes me a moment to adjust, but soon enough I'm ready to take him. He eases his fingers out and positions himself ready to enter me. He pushes in and that's about when I lose whatever capability for rational thought I had left.

He pushes in and out of me and, as if from a distance, I can hear myself moaning and whimpering. Despite the fact Hunter is pumping (and I'm pushing back) quite hard, his hands are gentle on me. This combination of sensations makes this feel different...better... than anything else I've ever experienced. And then there's his voice. He's saying my name, and...in the midst of all the squeaking of bedsprings and my moaning...I hear "Chris....I love you...." Those words, ones I've never heard except when he thought I wasn't listening or wouldn't remember, push me over the edge, and as every muscle in my body tenses, I can feel him come inside of me.

Hunter pulls out of me and lays down beside me, pulling me into his arms. My head falls against his chest and he kisses the top of my head. I look up at him. "Did you like your birthday present?" I ask, trying to keep my tone joking, but a hint of my uncertainty echoes in my voice.

He holds me tighter, ignoring my squeak of protest. "Of course I did. I'd go so far to say it's the best gift anyone's ever gotten for me." He shakes his head in mock-disapproval. "And I thought I had issues."

I trace my fingers across his chest. "You told me you loved me."

He looks down at me. "I've said that before...right?"

"Yeah, but....only when I was almost asleep...or I said it and waited for you to respond."

His chest rises beneath me as he draws a deep breath. "Yeah...well...I think the god of emotions decided to give me a birthday gift too, because..." he pauses, taking another shaky breath, "I've never felt this way about anyone...anyone except you." Instinctively, I know what he's going to say next, three words that to an outsider might seem a silly declaration, but ones that he and I know the significance of. "I trust you."

My eyes prick with tears that I struggle to hold back. I don't know how to answer him. Everything I can think of doesn't do justice to what he's said. "I love you." is the only thing I can manage to get out. Reaching up, I brush some stray strands of hair off his face and our eyes meet. We smile simultaneously and he lays his head against mine. It's not much longer until he falls asleep, his breathing evening out underneath me.

"Happy birthday, baby." I whisper, feeling, for the first time in a long time, complete.