Tuesday Morning Elsewhere

~Hunter's POV~

I'm not sure what wakes me, I just know that suddenly my brain is completely alert, even if my eyes aren't open yet.

Three focusing blinks later and I know why I'm awake.

Chocolate eyes are open and watching me with intensity that only Sean can manage this early in the morning.

"Hey, baby," I murmur gently, quietly, not wanting anything loud to split the quiet and, more importantly, the peace that surrounds us. Reaching out, I rub my fingers over his cheekbones, just so that I can touch him.

I actually think I'd kill just to see the smile that dawns, both on his lips and in his eyes.

My fingers have drifted back to drag themselves through his hair when I hear him whisper, "Mornin'."

Without even being all that conscious of it, my fingers are beginning to tangle themselves within Sean's hair, twisting and turning those black silk ribbons around my fingers.

What I am conscious of is watching those dark eyes. Sean must still be so incredibly wiped out. Normally his thoughts don't live in his eyes, so easily read. He's trying to figure out how to say something, how to phrase it.

I'll just lay here and wait. Wild horses won't make him speak before he's ready and it's all nutted out in his head.

"I'm sorry, Hunter." His voice is barely enough to be called a whisper this time.

So that's the way we're going to play it, huh?

"For what? For last night? Last night was last night, baby. We dealt, it's gone." The silent tone of my voice continuing.

There's that smile again.

Maybe I shouldn't be blowing Sean off about last night, and I silently promise myself I'll make a point of making sure Sean knows I'm not completely blowing him off. Later, much later. Right now I want to get back to what we started last night. More words would almost get in the way after everything else we've said in the last hours. Right now I want to show Sean I love him. Put into my kiss, my touch, what I seem to fuck up every time I try I put it in words.

He lets me use the hand tangled in his hair to pull him to me, meeting my lips with his, and I get the feeling that even though I didn't say that last thought out loud, he understands anyway.

The feel of those lips under mine, letting me give them my breath, my tongue, is everything to me. This morning Sean's allowing me to give, and that thought alone has me getting hard at an alarming rate.

Slowly I draw back, which is last thing on earth I really want to do. But I hate getting interrupted and if Sean doesn't ring Scott, because lord knows Shawn will have, the ever-loving gossip that he is; you can bet that the phone will ring at the most inopportune moment. As much as Scott and Kev bitch about kid's timing, theirs ain't a whole lot better.

I may have to remove my lips for him to ring Scott, but I'll be fucked if I stop touching him all together. Leaving my hand exactly where it's knotted, I reach over to grab his phone from where he dumped it last night.

Handing it to him, I kiss him gently once more.

"Ring Scotty, baby. Shawn's probably taken perverse pleasure in throwing him into a complete tail spin by now, and that'll make Kev even more grumpy than he already is just because it's still in the a.m. and that in turn will piss Scott off just that bit more-"

"And round and round the merry-go-round the monkey chased the weasel. I get the picture, Hunt. Let's see how quickly I can do this. I have plans for you, baby." Sean's voice is still full of sleep and as sexy as all hell.

"No, baby," I growl as quietly as I can, still not wanting to fracture Sean's peace. "I have plans for you. Please?"

A laugh goes with the smile now, and I get harder still.

"Ring Scotty, Sean. Please. Now. I can't wait much longer."

Almost faster than should be allowed this early in the morning, Sean's pressing a hard kiss to my lips and pressing the button on his phone all at once.

"I love you. No, not you Scott. Hunter. Well, yes, I do love you, but that time I meant Hunter."

I watch kid's face, the smile on it and I'm not close enough to hear Scott's words, just the rumbling tone that is Scott. Then Sean's smile slips a little; both he and Scott are silent. Didn't take Scott long to ask, that's for sure.

Scott's, "What happened?" comes though loud and clear.

Sean grabs for my hand, holds it tightly, then with a deep breath he says, "Hunter and I had a little fight last night."

Pointing at the phone, then at me, I ask silently if he wants me to talk to Scott. Just as silently he shakes his head.

I lean into Sean, closer now, so that I can hear everything Scott says. Not to mention the added bonus of Sean's scent filling my already horny mind.

Scott's voice saying, "Tell me baby, please?" brings a quick flash of pain across Sean's face. We both know that somehow Scott is blaming himself for our fuck up. I kiss Sean's cheek just to let him know I'm here, and that I understand. Well, the kiss was for him; the tongue that trails over his ear was for me.

That smile is back in place when Sean mouths *I love you.*

If I had to go through last night 20 times over, just for that one phrase, I'd do it willingly and be grateful for each strike of pain.

Sometimes, I don't think Sean will ever know exactly all he is to me.

Lord knows if it's up to me to get the actual words out of my mouth he won't.

All of a sudden, the look of Sean changes. The smile lags a little and his eyes are screaming 'Listen to me.'

I could have told him I always listen, I just don't always hear.

"Last night seems to have been the night for recovering drug addicts to have minor break downs, Scott."

This time I actually manage to do both. I'm listening to what he's saying and I'm hearing what he's not. Leaning back slightly, it's my turn to mouth *I love you.* Then I'm back into his space and listening to Scott.

"Please chico, what happened?"

Sean's openly pleading to me the whole time he's saying, "Honestly Scotty, not much. I said some things I shouldn't have, took some things out on Hunter that weren't his fault, and finally explained a few things I should have years ago."

Closing my eyes, in a rather lost attempt to hold back the tears, I will not let him shoulder this entire fuck up alone. If I can do nothing else, I will get him to understand what he so desperately wants Scott to understand, that leaning on me will not make him weak.

But in the mean time, I'm back to breathing Sean and touching him, not with sex in mind but trying to make it the comfort touch I get from him, so often and so well.

It only dawns on me exactly how bad Scott's voice sounds when he booms, "What aren't you telling me, Sean Michael Waltman?"

I can't help the almost silent laugh that escapes. Again leaning back just enough for Sean to see my mouth, *You're in trouble.*

Sean pokes that tongue out at me. Okay, thoughts are back to sex now.

"I disappeared for a couple of hours, Scott. Hunter rang Shawn, and that's probably what Kev's getting the run down on about now."

And if that isn't the understatement of the century, I'm not blonde. Mentally, I shake myself. I don't think I worded that right.

I almost miss the look of vivid pain that crosses Sean's face, and my hands are surrounding his face before I even realise it. The next quiet statement has the tears that were threatening running free.

"I hurt Hunter, Scotty."

Within seconds of that statement leaving his lips, Sean is as close to me as I can get him without him actually being inside me. I hear Scott say something but I'm too busy making a noise that would leave my lips for no other person on this planet. It's amazing how much 4 little words can tell you. And those four little words tell me exactly how raw Sean is at moment.

Without so much as a sound, Sean hands me the phone, then tries to burrow so close to me it's almost like he'll become me.

My arms are holding him so tightly it's a wonder he can breathe. The fact that he's letting me scares me a little.

"It's me, Scott."

Of course, the stupidity of that comment doesn't hit until it has left my mouth.

As more proof, as if we needed it, of how the past 24 hours have gone, Scott lets that slide right by him.

"Firstly, how are you, chico?"

Scott seriously sounds like crap. But I'll play the 'let's pretend for now, then bring it up later' game right along with him.

"I'm good, and before you lay an egg, I mean it. I know Sean thinks he fucked up all by himself, but I fucked up fairly spectacularly myself. Seriously, things are good, better even."

Sean's tongue just found my nipple. Oh hell. Well, it isn't like Scott hasn't heard this tone in my voice before so I add, "And going to get a hell of a lot better once you get off the phone."

Sean suckling at me now. Oh fuck.

"Hey, you lot rang me!"

"Only because I knew Shawn wouldn't wait to do what ever the hell he thinks he's doing when he does what he does."

I simply can't make sense when Sean's mouth is travelling anywhere over my body, let alone downwards!

"Okay, before I go and-"

"I fuck Sean completely senseless."

The whimper that Sean lets loose just about has me ready to beg. For his mouth, his tongue, just for him.

"Two more minutes you two, then I'm gone. I have plans of my own, you know."

Scott's gone kind of quiet, which gives me a second to realise Sean didn't take that tongue where I wanted him to. He's moving back up now, kind of slowly, though, by the time he stops to kiss here, suck there and trail his tongue everywhere in between.

I let him do this to me why?

As his face comes back into view I remember exactly why.

Fuck! I want off this phone and I want off it now.

The ability to focus on something other than Sean's mouth seems to have left the building, that makes me start a little at the sound of Scott's voice.

"One last thing Hunter. How's Sean?"

I don't even think about the answer that leaves my mouth.

"Sean is incredibly-"

Sean is grabbing the phone, that's what he's doing. Of course, he's also trailing that tongue down my neck and I could no more stop the sigh that escapes than I could kiss Austin's butt. I do manage to get a slap in the general direction of his ear in though.

My turn.

I'm happily stroking anywhere I can reach, and just about to shadow my fingers with my mouth when Sean answers Scott.

"Scotty, I'm going to get there, honest. Hunter and I talked last night; I had some things driven home that I should have woken up to a long time ago. I wish I hadn't had to hurt Hunter to realise, but I did and I can never be sorry enough for that."

Whispering "I'm sorry, too" I lean in to kiss his cheek, then his ear, his neck, his collarbone. I know from the way Sean's breath just caught Scott knows exactly what's going on.

Suddenly, Sean wants off the phone as well. Maybe because I've wiggled my way to lay between his thighs and I'm still kissing my way south. His nipple, his sternum, his belly button.

"I'll ring you later Scotty, but there's just a couple of things you need to hear right now. We are fine; 'us' is fine. And hear the next bit well Scott Hall - My temper tantrum was not your fault. Whatever happened last night was not your fault. It was mostly mine, maybe a little of Hunter's but not yours. Okay, now that said, tell Kev to do what I told him to do last night and know that we'll be doing the same. I love you, I gotta go now, Hunt's mouth is-"

I toss the phone about the same time my mouth reaches, and by-passes, his cock.

"Oh fuck baby."

Well, that's almost what I want to hear coming from that incredible mouth.

It's almost like he feels the smile that's all over my face at the simple statement, because there's nothing but laughter and sex in Sean's voice as I hear him groan, "You can make a little noise here as well, you know."

Sean's hands grab for my head and my hair. Not to guide, push or pull, but just to touch, feel and be felt.

"Let me hear you, please baby? Quiet and gentle is nice, but not this morning, okay? I need to know that you're still here with me. I just need to hear and feel you. Only you. Always you."

Who am I to deny him anything?

I feel the rasp of Sean's nails in my hair as he feels my tongue dragging along the inside of his leg. Even without him wanting to hear, I couldn't have stopped the moan that leaves my throat. The answering whimper that leaves his lips tells me that it was really something else he wanted... but it also tells me this'll do for a while.

And nobody will be looking for a love bite behind his knee. I look at the flaming red mark that I've put there and feel oddly proud of myself, but I'm even prouder of the fact the man laying beneath me lets me mark him. I kiss my mark gently, then start a wandering path back up to Sean's groin.

I will have kissed, licked or sucked every square inch of him by the time we get out of bed if I have my way. And I plan on getting my way!

My mouth's almost at its goal when I hear Sean mewl.

"Hunt-"

The bite I lay into the flesh where his leg meets his torso is none too light. Sean knows what I want to hear, and that's not it. My tongue plays in the hair that surrounds his shaft, then drags down until I take the smooth flesh of his sack partly into my mouth, flicking at the balls within with my tongue.

Sean's arousal is something so tangible I can almost see it. Lord knows I can feel it, smell it. For me, it's part of the most precious thing on this planet.

I'm still happily lost in what I'm doing when I feel his fingers tighten slightly in my hair and fuck it feels nice. I can't help but relax my mouth and raise my head into those fingers, eyes closed, like some kind of jungle cat that's hooked on being petted.

"Please, baby" is the half plea, half whimper that slips from my throat.

One hand leaves my hair, journeying its way down my temple to circle my ear, the touch barely enough to feel, but more than enough to tease.

"Please what, Hunt? This is your show this morning."

I won't ask for what I want and yes I'm aware that I'm kind of bullheaded. Sean knows though, and if I make him give it to me, it makes the gift something less than what it is.

Those fingers are dancing down the cords of my throat when I take the head of his sex into my mouth - and just hold it there. No movement, no suction, just heat. My wet heat surrounding his hard heat.

"For fucks sake, do something Hunter! Move, let go, something!"

I like the sound of Sean begging. Let's see if I can get some more of it...

I trail my fingers up his leg, then swerve to play with the flesh hidden behind Sean's sac. They have another target in mind. I'm nothing if not persistent, I want something first.

And Sean's nothing if not quick.

"I can't, Hunter."

What?

My hand stays put, stroking all the while. My mouth, however, lets go, and my head looks towards the face I love like nothing else alive. I know the look on my face is pure bewilderment.

"What?"

His eyes are closed, but even that doesn't stop the tear that breaks loose.

I'm back up, looking him in the eye and pulling him into my arms before either of us can breathe. I'm holding him so tight I'm surprised either of us can breathe.

My lips kiss the tear away, then they kiss his ear, his hair, his cheek, his lips. They linger there for a minute, gently taking in the taste, then Sean's tongue. I'm not letting myself be side tracked though.

"Baby, I don't understand."

So what else is new? Paul 'Hunter' Levesque: the person who understands sweet fuck all on any given day.

Those eyes open again and we're back to whispering.

"I don't have the right."

I don't have a clue what's going on.

"You, above anybody else within this world, has the right."

Christ, let us be talking about the same thing.

"Last night-"

And I knew blowing him off earlier last night was going to turn around and bite me in the butt.

"Sean, baby, please. Nothing you said to me last night has any impact on now." I shake my head. "No, that's not right."

Please let me find the right words here.

"Last night was gut wrenching. I said some pretty unforgivable crap, but you still forgave me. Whatever you think you said, and it can't be all that because I can't even place it, why on god's green earth wouldn't I offer you the same forgiveness? I don't know how to make you understand this, Sean. You are everything to me; you are worthy of everything I have to give you. Sometimes I panic that you're worthy of more than I can ever hope give you. But you've never once added to that feeling, never once even hinted that I am not enough for you. You are my life; you are more than enough for me, flaws and all. There's nothing else for me to say other than I love you. You, Sean Waltman. We take the lessons we need from last night and hold them dear, we leave the other bullshit in the past where it belongs." Okay, it's fairly obvious I'm rambling here. But I want to love him this morning, and the only other way I can see to make him see my point is to shake him until his teeth are loose. That'll kind of put a dampener on the whole 'buried in him till neither of us can see straight' idea.

"I-"

A finger lays against my lips. He's not letting me forgive him. Maybe I'll go with the shaking thing after all...

"I used it to hurt you, Hunter. I took my gift and shoved it back in your face. I don't have the right to use it any more. I'm so sorry."

I watch more tears follow the first one, and I can't do this any more.

This isn't what I wanted this morning to be like, but it's better than hitting him over the head with a lump of 2 X 4.

I grab the lube from its spot on the bedside table. Speed is what I'm after here, so as fast as I can without actually hurting Sean, I'm preparing us both. Then, with his legs draped over my arms, I sink myself into him, becoming part of him.

"Oh fuck that's nice."

It's only when I hear Sean's answering, "You're telling me," that I realise I said that out loud.

Holding myself still and barely breathing, I need to get this next bit said before I loose what little sense I have right now.

"Look at me, Sean!" He doesn't, so I drive my hips a little, barely scraping his prostate. That did it. "Look at me," I repeat.

"I forgive you, it's done with. Finished. You can't give that gift back. Please don't hurt me by trying to. It's part of the same gift you gave to me, it's part of my love Sean." I lean down to kiss him, again trying to give him everything I don't know the words for. And mixed within our tongues, moans and heat, I think I finally do.

"I love you Paul, now please fuck me!"

"All you had to do was say my name."

That's all I wanted, my *name* to leave those lips.

Reluctantly I leave his lips, pushing myself back up and forward into him all in the same movement. Oh fuck, I'm not going to be able to do this for long and I refuse to do it alone.

I pull back with care, but the thrust forward is aimed to have Sean shattering as soon as humanly possible.

"Do this for me baby, please. Trust me enough to know I'll hold you together when you come apart."

Sean's panting and none to steady as he tries to speak.

"Touch me Paul, please! Harder! Christ Paul, please!"

I follow orders wonderfully, if you needed to know. My hand is curled around his sex, pulling in time with my thrusts, my thumb rubbing over the head and spreading the life leaking from him. I make a rather hasty decision as I feel my balls tighten. My fingers tighten at the base of his cock, hard, as I start to come, equally as hard. Words, both his and mine, over lay each other.

"Fuck Paul!"

"Oh shit!"

"Let me-"

"Comin' baby, oh fuckkk-"

"Let me finish Paul-"

"Seannnnnnn!"

"Pleeeeeeassse!"

Then all there is is the sounds of breathing. My harsh replenishing gulps and Sean's sobbing mewls that are actually two words over and over.

"Please Paul, please Paul, please Paul."

Without letting my grip slacken, I slowly break the connection between us. Fuck, if it didn't mean I was leaving him it'd be a sweet feeling.

"How, baby?"

I have his sex in a death grip - I think he knows exactly what I mean.

"Come. Please Paul, let me come."

He was all of one syllable into that sentence before his hips started trying to hump my hand into moving. All I did was rest my other hand on his hipbone, and all that does is make even that small movement impossible.

"Mouth, Paul! Now! Please! Ple-"

There was never any need for him to ask twice.

My hand lets go, and my mouth is on him doing everything it wasn't doing earlier. Moving, sucking, drinking down the hot spurts of Sean's seed as he shudders.

"Fuck, Paul. Love you. Love you-"

And that little chant continues over and over as I lap him clean. Damn, his taste is addictive.

I'm still licking at spots of non-existent come when I feel those strong arms grab at me, bring me to meet his eyes.

"Hey," I breathe, as I lean down to lick at his lips, letting him taste him on me.

"You're evil."

"You love it."

"No, I love you. The evilness is purely an added bonus."

For some reason, I'm back to whispering with the next statement.

"I love you Sean. Do you have any clue how much?"

My head's in place over a steady heart beat as Sean's arms circle around me. If this is how I die, I'll die with a smile on my face.

"If it's half as much as I love you Paul, then I'll thank whatever god responsible." A kiss is placed to my hair before he continues. "Thank you, baby."

"For what, baby? And if it's loving you or the hot sex, let me quietly remind you that I am still bigger than you and I can still choke the life out of you."

I smile at the smirk of laughter that gets me.

"Yeah, but can you out run the hiding you'll get from the other 3?"

The answer to that is obviously no.

I kiss the pec below my mouth while I wait for him to continue.

"I suppose I'm trying to say is thank you for, for being you; Paul Levesque. Slightly inept, cuddly as hell, clueless at times, I dunno, whatever makes you you. I love you."

I'm sure he's about to say more, but I cut him off anyway.

"If that's what makes me me, baby, we're in deep shit." Laughter riddles the words and I feel Sean's chest shake as well. I'd smack him, but I can't be bothered moving.

"Well, it's not all that makes you, but bringing up your strength, loyalty, and truly unique brand of calm is nowhere as much fun."

Arms tighten marginally before he continues.

"If I can't thank you for loving me, then maybe what I'm trying to do is thank you for letting me love you."

Now I have to move, little shit. But only enough so that I'm looking into his eyes.

"You say that like I have a choice baby, and I doubt I ever did. If you were to ask me what makes me, my answer would be loving you. See, no choice."

Sean mutters something I don't catch, but I'm almost sure I hear the word 'humble' in there somewhere.

Odd.

My head goes back to it's pillow, chest, whatever. Suddenly I'm tired, I want nothing more than to lay here and sleep with heart that holds mine pounding in my ear.

Sean somehow knows this, I feel his hands once again in my hair, stroking, soothing.

"Sleep now Paul, I'll be here."

He doesn't say 'when you wake', just that he'll be here.

My minds too full of sleep to answer him, but if I did, for some reason I think the word humble would have been involved.

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