Tuesday Morning

~Scott�s POV~

Shit!

Just once, and I�d be happy if it was only once, I want to wake up by myself. You know, not by the alarm, not by somebody banging on the door, and most of all not by the fucking phone!

Damn thing startled me so bad, I�m having to peel myself off the ceiling.

And of course, Kevin is too busy laughing himself stupid to actually answer the damn thing.

There are days when I hate the fact Kevin�s one of these people who is instantly awake. He may be bitch and not fit to talk to until he�s had coffee, but he is awake.

Me, I�m a little slower off the mark. I cling to sleep for as long as humanly possible, which between Kevin and the fucking phone isn�t all that long!

Even as I�m trying to untangle myself from said laughing idiot, give him the evil eye and answer my phone, Kevin�s cell starts doing its digital rendition of the Popeye theme.

After lobbing Kev�s all together too chirpy phone in the general direction of his head, I grab for mine.

�It�s kid� I croak in an octave that only a crying jag and a nights solid sleep can produce.

�Trade ya � Kevin smiles, �mine�s Michaels.�

�Nope.� Damn my voice is still as rusty as my ring skills are at the moment. But I�m finally disentangled from Kev and I�m moving towards to curtains that cover the doors leading to the balcony. I can�t concentrate on kid when Kevin�s right beside me having a �Shawn� conversation. With this many phone�s ringing this early in the morning, it means somewhere along the line the shit has hit the fan. Shawn will do his drama gossip queen bit, I�ll get Sean�s �it looks worse than it really is� view and the truth will be somewhere in between. Just before I hit the button to answer the phone, and as my hand is on the cord to pull the curtains open, the grump from the bed speaks up.

�Open those curtains and you die. After we get rid of these two, I�m going back to sleep or I�m going to bury myself in you. Either way the curtains need to be shut.�

I poke my tongue out at him pretending I�m not standing there naked with a half-hard cock and answer the phone just in time to hear Sean say, �I love you.�

� I love you too kid�

�No, not you Scotty, Hunter.�

Damn kid sounds worse than I do, what the fuck happened last night?

�You don�t love me? I�m totally offended chico.� Croaking like I still am, I have to admit maybe kid doesn�t sound worse than me after all

�Well yes I do love you, but that time I meant Hunter.�

�I love you too. Now tell me why Michaels is on the other phone turning Kev into Super Grumpy.�

Silence. Okay now I�m worried. Kid and silence are never a good combination.

�What Happened?�

Even through the phone I hear the grounding breath kid takes.

�Hunter and I had a little fight last night.�

�Tell me baby, please?�

I hate this; I hate knowing this was somehow brought on by me. Sean would castrate himself with a rusty bread knife before he admitted it, but that doesn�t stop me from knowing it.

Kevin looks up from a rather loud discussion with Shawn.

*You all right love?* he mouths at me.

I nod, what else can I do?

Suddenly kid is talking again and I miss whatever Kev mouthed next.

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

There�s a message in that statement somewhere, but something tells me it isn�t for me, so I won�t bother looking for it.

�Please chico, what happened?�

�Honesty Scotty, not much. I said some things I shouldn�t have, took something�s out on Hunter that weren�t his fault, and finally explained a few things I should have years ago.�

Okay I was right, that message wasn�t for me. But still�

�What aren�t you telling me Sean Michael Waltman?�

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

Glancing over at Kevin, I see him nodding and opening and closing his mouth. He�d look like a blow fish if it wasn�t for the fact I know he�s just trying to get a word in edge ways, with Michaels that can be kind of hard, nearly impossible, at times.

Catching Kevin�s eye�s I mouth *He�s okay, he�s with Hunter now*, he nods, smiles and let�s Shawn continue whatever tirade he�s on.

Kid�s next statement is so quiet, I almost miss it.

�I hurt Hunter Scotty.�

I know Hunter well enough to know he isn�t going to let that comment pass without taking Sean in his arms and getting him as close to his soul as he can.

�Put Hunter on chico.�

I�ll never get a straight answer from Sean; I�m surprised he�s let this much slip as it is. That alone tells me how much he�s not telling me.

I hear Hunter shh-ing Sean, just before I hear �it�s me Scott.�

Okay never let it be said that Hunter isn�t the master of redundant comments. But just this once, I�ll be good.

�Firstly, how are you chico?�

�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.�

Even I can hear the smile and sex in Hunter�s voice as he adds, �and going to get a hell of lot better once you get off the phone.�

And that was HBK subtle.

�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.�

Huh? I�m not even going to bother asking for a translation for that statement.

�Okay before I go and-�

�I fuck Sean completely senseless.�

From the sound of the whimper I just heard Hunter may have already started towards that task.

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

This conversation has gotten way out of hand. A quick glance at Kevin and I�m thinking about what�s in hand. Kevin�s hand that is. He�s obviously convinced Shawn things are fine, because his phone is laying on the floor, next to the boxers he wore to bed last night. He�s lightly stroking a rapidly growing erection, al the while looking at me with the heat that never fails to take my breath away. If I live to be 1000 I will never ever figure out what I did to deserve that heat, but I will thank the gods each and every single time I get to bath in it.

*I�m coming* I mouth.

*Not yet, and, not for while yet your not* is what gets mouthed back at me.

I love Sean; I do want the whole story to this one day, but maybe not right this second.

�One last thing Hunter, how�s Sean?�

�Sean is incredibly-�

I hear fumbling, a sigh, then something that sounds remarkably like a slap.

�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 have had to hurt Hunter to realise, but I did and I can never be sorry enough for that.�

Now I�m hearing Hunter whisper �I�m sorry too� then a fine catch in Sean�s breathing, it�s a second or two before he can continue.

�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-�

Then there�s just the empty buzz that means Hunter found the off button.

Throwing the disconnected phone in the rough direction of the chair, I turn to Kevin and ask quickly �Shawn�s version?�

�Editing out all the Shawn-isms, apparently kid let fly last night, if full acid flight and everything. Hunter did what he usually does when faced with the anti-christ Sean can become.�

Seeing my head slightly pitch forward, Kevin nods too. Of course the whole time he�s still stroking as well.

�That�s right, he brought up lunch, panicked, then rang Shawn, not always a good move, but nearly always the first one Hunter makes. Shawn then spent the next 4 or so hours listening to blame himself for everything from the fight they had to El Nino. He rang Sean, blasted him, something about Jesse and a tree, and that�s all he had. Kid�s version?�

�He said some stuff, Hunter said some stuff, he ran off, I don�t want to know about the whole Jesse and the tree thing, a big deep and meaningful conversation took place, Sean�s sorry, Hunt�s sorry and now Hunter is planning on �fucking him completely senseless.� His words, not mine.�

�Why do I get the feeling both Hunter and Sean are leaving gaps you could drive trucks through?�

�Because you know them, and they are.�

Okay that�s it. I cannot stand here and watch Kevin stroke himself any more.

�Kev?�

�Hmmmm?� He�s looking at me through eyes that are nearly closed, horny smirk plastered all over his face.

Sitting down, I then roll over so that I�m laying full length beside him with out touching so much a hair anywhere on his body.

�What did Kid tell you to do with me last night?�

�Mmmmmm� is the only answer I get. You know from my point of view, Kevin is getting far too into this whole self-pleasure thing for my liking.

His eyes are fully open again now. Maybe that�s because the fingers of the hand he�d been so in intently touching himself with are now in my mouth. Where I can taste both the tang of Kevin�s skin and the uniquely Kevin of his precum that even now is beading on the head of his cock.

Letting him remove his fingers but making sure they are touching me, not him, I ask again �what did kid say last night?�

God that�s a killer grin.

�Last night-�

The hand I had been holding is making nonsense shapes in my hair now, his other is drifting down my torso, side tracking around my nipples only vaguely before continuing downwards.

�I was under orders-�

The stroking continues, circling around my belly button, before going left and down, to stroke over a hipbone.

�From kid-�

The hand veers right to the other hip.

�To fuck you through the floor.�

The hand is around my sex now. And moving ever so slightly.

After 3 false starts, I finally get the words out.

�What stopped you?�

The hand stops.

And Kevin looks sort of annoyed and rather pissed

�You stopped me you fucking fool!�

Upgrade time on the rather and sort of.

�You were wiped out Scotty. I need you whole and well a helluva lot more than I need to get laid; last night, now, or any other time of the week. I love you Scotty. Please don�t degrade that by making out sex is all you and I are about.�

Lord I love this man. My lips find his cheek, his ear, his mouth before I find the words.

�I love you too. For everything that you are and that we are. But I love the feel of you inside me as well. Please chico, I need you to make me feel whole, and well. I need you to make me feel you. I need you to make me feel me�

As I close my eyes, I know there�s never any doubt I�ll get what I want. But feeling the hand that still sounds my sex start to move again, watching Kevin lean into me, feeling his mouth against my shoulder still let�s me know in a way that only Kev can that he�s still with me, still in this with me.

The hand in my hair tightens ever so slightly, the lets go completely. I whimper its loss until I feel it one my chest, tweaking one nipple, and Kev�s mouth finds the other. I�m whimpering for a totally different reason now.

�Please baby� is what I breathe; hoping Kevin understands what I want, because I�m not exactly sure what I�m asking for myself.

But I know when I feel the gentle suction on my hipbone that whatever message I was trying to send got through.

My hands that had been clutching the bed sheets are now on those shoulders. Smoothing and raking over them, not sure whether I�m trying to pull that mouth up to mine, or push it further down, but all the time knowing whatever I�m trying to do means nothing. Kevin will move when, and only when, he is good and ready.

But that doesn�t stop me from trying to grind my hips into his chest, and making a fairly incoherent noise that consist of �more, harder, baby, love and please� all droned together into one word.

Finally Kevin�s tongue gently flays the mark he�s left and then that same tongue is spiralling around my cock, then softly flicks at my balls.

My voice, still harsh from the last 24 hours, is cracking as I moan, starting to fade as I plead. Then gives out completely as that mouth I love slides down, swallowing every inch of my shaft into that never ending heat.

I don�t think I meant to thrust that hard upwards, but still the sounds coming from Kevin are nothing but pure pleasure.

Somehow I have to find the words to make him stop. Soon.

Grabbing at those shoulders doesn�t stop that mouth, or that tongue. So sliding my hands into that mane of silk and satin shards, I pull hard enough to divert his single minded attention. I�m already kneading away any hurt as he lifts it his head.

The smile that greets me momentarily robs my broken voice of what little power it still had. All I know how to do is wheeze �please� once again hoping he understands.

He does, but Kevin has never taken me yet without asking permission. This morning will be no different.

�Will you let me please you baby? You want to feel, and I want make you feel. Me, us, you, everything, anything. Please?�

I�ve tired to explain that this isn�t necessary, that the trust I have in him is something no scale can measure. But every time he just nods and calmly says �What you give me each time you let me fuck you is a gift, I can�t take it, you have to give it.� It�s kind of hard to argue with that.

�Please!� tumbles from my mouth for about the 100th time tonight. I�m still begging, but this is no question. This time I�m giving Kevin the only thing I have to give him at the moment, my permission.

I�m already on my hands and knees when I feel the cold slick of the lube; it�s almost a welcome relief from the flames almost burning me alive. I feel the near delicate thrust of Kevin�s fingers. Suddenly I seem to have found the ability to make words again.

�Enough chico. I need you to be a part of me. Now�

The chuckle that spring from Kev�s lips, send the same thrill through me as the words that follow them.

�I love you Hall.�

I feel the insistent pressure of Kevin at my entrance.

�I love you.�

I feel Kevin start to tenderly slide his way towards stroking my soul.

�Love you.�

I feel a pain barely worth a thought, then I feel the rigid way Kev holds himself. Vaguely in the back of my mind I wonder if at this point he feels the same sense of coming home that I do, but, more insistent is the thought that just wants me to get him to move!

My hips are undulating against those hands, which is turn tighten to hold them harder.

�Shhh baby I�ll get to moving, sooner or later. I can feel your pulse around me Scotty; this is the one time I know you�re alive like no other. Let me just savoir *this the wrong word, please change it to the right one!* that for a second, please baby.�

Another Kevin statement it�s impossible to argue with.

So hold as still I as I know how, all the time soft moans and mewls slip from my mouth.

Then the hands that have been holding my hips are sliding up back then twisting in my hair. Suddenly the moans and mewls are gasps and near howls.

The thrust of Kevin�s hips, the rub of his hipbones against me is all I�ll ever need to feel to know I�m alive.

�Christ Scotty, just when I think this can�t get any better. Fuck baby��

Something tells me this�ll be quality over quantity, the slow rhythm Kevin�s been trying to keep is already starting to faulter. His stroke is already becoming shorter, but at the same time deeper, stroking my prostate till I�m the one whimpering �fuck baby��

�Scotty, please baby...�

Nice to know I�m not only one of that has problems with words at times like this.

One of the hands in my hair tightens, before it lets go, trailing down my back, then over my hip and finally around my cock pulling and tugging with little finesse but more care than most people would give the big guy credit for.

I hear �please� again from somewhere, I�m not sure which one though. But both of us answer it as Kevin�s hand moves faster around my cock and my hip�s move to take Kev�s sex deeper.

Suddenly I feel Kevin coming, giving me part of him, a part that I will always gratefully receive, but there�s barely time for that thought to register before I start coming apart in a way only Kev can create.

I�m barely conscious enough to feel Kev leave me, but I whimper the loss still.

When I finally drag up the presence of mind to roll over, the sight of Kev slowly licking my cum from his fingers threatens to send me straight back to my knees.

Instead I reach for the hand, taking a finger into my mouth, tasting me on Kevin. It�s a hell of a combination.

As I release his fingers, and they slowly make their way down my chest I hear Kevin rumble �I love you.�

Lord forgive me for the grin that appears on my face.

�I know.�

I�m waiting, I know there�s more.

�I will always love you.�

Still I wait.

�Sometimes I worry about the fact I can�t find the words to tell you how much.�

�Don�t. Don�t ever doubt that I know baby. And words, while they�re nice and I do need to hear them, they aren�t what tells me you love me. You told me you loved me every time you hunted me out of some bar. You told me you loved me every time you rang the kid in tears because I�d spent the last hour getting intimate with the toilet bowl. You tell me you love me every time you bring up the lost cause that is my name on Nitro. You tell me you love me every time you touch me like you just did, every time you let me touch you.�

Quiet tears are sliding down both our faces now.

�I love you Kevin Nash. What was that you said to me last night? I love you. Always. For fucks sake never forget that.�

Not so quiet laughter is filling the room now.

�For fucks sake? Nope, not gonna do it.�

I�m surrounded within Kevin�s arms as I hear, �For your sake? For you I�d stop time.�

And one day I�ll be worthy of that.

Please?

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