Sunday Night

~Scott�s POV~

I'm drifting in that peaceful haven commonly called sleep when I feel the chest my head has been ever so comfortable against undulate. Unique talent you have there Kev, sighing without actually making a sound.

Keeping my eyes closed I wonder if I really have to wake up for this.

/Com'on Kevin, just drift off again, please?/ I silently beg. If I just lay here, totally still, maybe he'll just...

"Scotty, I know you're not asleep. You're never this still when you are."

"Can't we just pretend?" I mutter without lifting my head. Great, now I'm pleading out loud.

"Scott? What's...?"

"Babe?" I still refuse to lift my head, or open my eyes for that matter. "Can we please, just for one night, please can we pretend we both work in a coal mine for a living?"

"If we're playing pretend, I'd rather be Hugh Hefner." I don't even have to open my eyes to know Kevin is wearing as smirk usually reserved for a certain brother of ours.

"Shut up Nash, or I AM going back to sleep!"

Like I have any chance of doing that anytime soon. But, if he doesn't shut up, his chances of getting lucky are exactly none.

Complete with condescending sigh, Kevin grumbles, "Okay, we work in a coal mine. Even though I'd never fit in a fuckin' coal mine."

"Nash, I love you, but shut up! Lord, there are times when you're worse than kid."

Both of us can hear the smile in my voice and I know there's an answering smile on Kevin's lips as well.

I feel the arm that has been loosely draped around me all along tighten into a hug; Kevin's other arm raise from my back and start to slowly stroke my hair.

Lord, I love the feel of Kevin's hands anywhere on my body, but I'm particularly fond of them tangled in my hair.

Still neither lifting my head nor opening my eyes, my hands start to wander, one over Kevin's chest and the other along his thighs.

"Chico, I have no idea what's going to happen come Monday night. We both know that despite what everybody just 'knows' for a fact, I could still turn up and watch the entire thing from a back stage monitor. Again! So for tonight there is no 'what about', 'what if' or even 'what the fuck', and if I can't go back to sleep..." I lift my head finally, to look into the grey eyes that know me like no other person on earth.

They're smiling.

So are mine, for that matter.

"And if you can't go back to sleep?" Damn, Kevin is almost laughing at me.

"I'm callin' kid for a little phone sex." Suck on that, big guy.

And there's now no 'almost' about it as laughter fills the room. God I wish more people could know this Kevin. He's not 'Big Sexy,' and he's not 'Big Daddy Cool' though there are part of them in him. But there's also the part of him that's a bitch in the morning, the worst passenger on the face of the earth, the gentlest lover I've ever known, the best friend I've ever had. He's the guy that's cursed and kicked my ass, dragging me by the hair from another bar, then held back that same hair while I vomited up last weeks lunch. He's held me together through two divorces then helped find the pieces when I shattered anyway. He's held my hand and my heart for longer than even he knows.

And he loves me just the same.

"Hey." The gentle voice startles me from my mental drifting "No thinking tonight, remember? We're playing pretend."

Those eyes are still smiling, but there's more love than laughter in them now.

"Cool, can I pretend you're 6' have hair the colour of a crow and far too much energy?"

"Fine. And who'll you be? His incredibly jealous blonde lover?" Kevin's lips are back to smirking.

You know, this conversation is getting us exactly nowhere.

In a move that should have been slicker, I roll so that I'm between Kevin's legs, my hips level with his knees, his growing groin beneath my chest, and a chest just crying out for something is right beneath my lips. My hands slip down around his rib cage, my thumbs making lazy shapes just so I can feel his skin.

"How about we just be us? You," I kiss that chest, "and me." I kiss a little higher. And quietly bite my lip so the gasp I know is in my throat doesn't make its way out. Those hands in my hair are moving, raking over my scalp, gently pulling, then soothing.

My next kiss is a little higher and to the left. I don't lift my mouth after I press a kiss to Kevin's nipple, just open my mouth and start to suck lightly. Feeling the nub tighten and hearing Kev's breath catch with a quiet moan, I drag my cheek across his chest to the other nipple, knowing that for some strange reason he likes the feel of my stubble on his chest. This time, my sucking is harder and Kevin's moan is louder. I'm not stopping at this one little peak though. I'm calmly drifting my mouth all over that chest, never settling and being such good boy by not staying in one place long enough to leave a mark. The hips beneath my chest are just starting to make their presence known. Sweet Jesus, I could get lost in his taste with out a great deal of effort.

And I'm well on my way to doing just that when Kevin's deep whimper drags me back.

"If you don't do something else with that mouth soon, I'll be the one callin' kid."

You know, that might be slightly more of a threat, big guy, without the moan at the end. Maybe it had something to do with the fact my mouth is almost in his groin. And this time, I AM sucking hard enough to leave a mark, my mark.

And this time the noise is out before I have a chance to stop it.

"Fuck, chico," I whimper, arching my head into his hands. I have mentioned I get off on having Kevin's hands in my hair, right?

I'm still whimpering as those hands leave my hair, trailing down my neck, coming to rest on shoulders where they start to rub incredibly gentle circles.

I know what Kevin's mind is seeing, hearing. Me, kid, guitars, powerbombs, sickening noises, stretchers. A quick swipe of the tongue to the hipbone just below my mouth brings him back.

"He's fine, so am I. I won't break chico, I promise. Fixed, remember? All cleared, remember?"

The pressure of my shoulder increases by the merest of margins.

"I know Scotty, I swear I know. But you laying there... just being able to watch, having those bastards not let me near you.... after kid... I couldn't..." Slowly his eyes close and he visibly shakes himself. I lay my head on that hipbone and wait, patiently, like his erection isn't inches from where I want it to be.

"Okay, I'm back." I may have mentioned that I love that smile. "Just don't ever fucking scare me like that again."

This really isn't the time to point out that I had jack shit to do with it last time. We were both with Sean every step of the way with his last lot of neck surgery and this is not something I would have been lining up to go through.

This time, it's a tug on my hair that brings me back.

"Weren't we in the middle of something here? Coal mine, remember?"

Oh yeah. I remember. My mouth, his erection...

Kev's hands are strong my shoulders now. They're almost painful as my tongue starts to dance in the hair that surrounds his shaft but you won't hear me complain. Forgetting is what this is all about.

"Sweet Jesus, Scotty. More, please?" I don't give a flying fuck what anybody says, hearing Kevin beg for my mouth is the sweetest sound around. I feel Kevin's hands go back to my hair as my mouth travels downward and then I'm slowly sucking in one of his balls, barely playing with it with my tongue.

I need to be inside him, and I need to be inside him now. Enough with the foreplay.

I wish I could put into words what I feel as I gently slide into Kevin. I hold myself as still as I know how. I could be waiting for Kev to move the way he does to let me know he's ready for more; I could be waiting and telling myself I should be used to the heat, the feel of his body gripping me and that by cumming now I'll spoil everybody's fun. But I'm not. I'm just savouring the feeling of coming home.

But tonight, Kevin's having none of it. Gentle isn't something he needs right now, nor wants for that matter. It�s also not something I think I can give at the moment.

I hear Kevin whimper �fuck me!� as I start moving within him. Each thrust is aimed to have us both forgetting the world around us as soon as possible.

�Scotty��

I know everything that�s put into that world � more � harder � please and as I curl my hand around his sex I try to give him everything he�s asking for.

My hand and my hips are moving harder now, less controlled. Not that this was ever in control tonight. I catch those eyes, those stormy eyes, begging to them, I can�t seem to form the words.

�Kev��

Don�t make me do this alone.

I feel the fingers in my hair tighten just the barest of margins before Kevin tightens around me. I feel his seed, wet, between us, from a distance lost in my own climax.

But I hear �love you Scotty� as clear as day.

�Love you too� I mumble still coming back from that distant place.

Then the only sound is breathing that's harsh and uneven in an other wise quiet room. My face is buried in his neck and hair. He still has a handful of my hair and his lips are still at my neck. As much as I love his smell, I love ours more, the one that we make when we're part of each other. I love that us, the bed and air reeks of it.

But there's a little fun to be had.

As much as I don't want to leave my soul, because it's lived within Kev for longer than I can remember, I gently withdraw from him and both of us give moans that are equal parts pleasure and regret.

"What are you doing, Hall?"

Kevin's eyes don't need be open to know exactly what I'm doing.

"Ringin' kid for that phone sex."

Once more laughter vibrates around the room.

As long as I can have that laughter for the rest of my life, I can deal.

But I don't really wanna watch Nitro from a back stage monitor again.

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