"ITVR: Chapter 40"
Responses.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

"Genius here tried to catch you before you hit the wall and my hand caught the brunt of it. It's fine." Fine his ass! He wasn't at all happy that Chris had gotten hurt while trying to save him. Chris was so getting that checked out before they left... no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Adam sent a short glare at Chris before Benoit pulled him back to the argument about the matches. He knew that Benoit was getting frustrated with him, but he was not going to back down. If he weren't willing to go talk to Vince for Adam, then Adam would just do it himself. And wouldn't that go over like a lead balloon with Chris? Sandburg was back, deciding that now was the time to tape up his ribs and glue the cut shut on the back of his head. Nice timing. The more hissing and cursing he did, the less convinced Benoit seemed to be. Of course he was going to be more sensitive to it right now. He was starting to get one hell of a headache--where was his damn Advil anyway?--and he had four days to rest up between now and the match on Sunday. He'd be fine by then... or at least on his way to it. "Fine! Whatever you say, then. I'm sure you'll be just fine." Blah! That sounded less than convinced, but he knew that Benoit would do what he asked regardless. Now onto more pressing matters. At least more pressing for him as he heard Chris ask if they were ready to leave. "Oh, no. Not until Sandburg takes a look at your injury." Chris giving him the evil eye was a small price to pay. As he listened to the words Sandburg had to impart, he smothered a smirk. At least he wasn't the only one being stubborn and unreasonable tonight. His ears perked up upon hearing the word X-rays. Despite Chris' nod, Adam knew he had no intention of getting them. Ha! That's what he thought. Adam might not be able to toss him over his shoulder with the condition of his ribs right now, but Chris would have those X-rays done. He suffered through another check of his lungs, then stood as Sandburg gave them the all clear to get out of there. As he wrapped an arm around Chris' shoulders, more because he wanted to rather than necessity, his lover offered up his thoughts on where they would be going when they left. "...You need to be horizontal... and not in the fun way." Even before Chris started speaking he was shaking his head. Bad move again, damn it! Closing his eyes a moment to help dispel the dizziness, he did relax a bit of his weight against Chris. As they moved out into the hall, their steps slowly paced, Adam spoke up with his objections. "No hotel. First of all, we came with Jay and Ty, so we at least need to inform them of what's happened since they aren't around. Second of all, you are going to the clinic to get X-rays and I'm coming with to make sure that you do. You are not going to mess up your hand for my benefit when I'm the reason you got hurt in the first place." And damn didn't he feel guilty about that? He was sure to delve into those feelings more later, but for now... He spotted a familiar figure coming down the hall in their direction, and Adam knew he'd just found the reinforcements he needed. If Chris objected to going to the clinic, Adam would just have Austin cart him off over his shoulder and stuff him in the car. **** Not taking his eyes off the man in front of him, Shawn smiled as he saw the reaction Dave had to the simple sight of Hunter watching them. Knowing that Hunt was watching them sent heat shivering down his own spine and he could feel his own body tightening, responding to the sexual tension that was filling the room. The water beating down on his back was just another source of stimulation at this point and he wondered, in the back of his mind, just how they were going to end this. He certainly wouldn't mind taking it further than a simple blowjob, but he knew they didn't have the time that he'd want to dedicate to it if they did. "Did you at least lock the door, sweetheart?" Oh dear lord. That little shy smile, so completely different from anything Shawn was used to seeing on that face... That look shot straight to his heart, joining the warmth that Shawn felt every time he looked at the darkly gorgeous man in front of him and realised that he was his. Letting that warmth show in his eyes, he returned Dave's smile even as one hand crept up the man's thigh to gently cup his balls, caressing them lightly. As much as he'd love to tease Dave, he suppressed the immediate retort that spring to his lips. This was not the time, not now when everything was so new to them. "Don't worry about anything, Dave. Just... enjoy." Bending forward again, he trailed his tongue up Dave's now-straining shaft, sighing a little as he�took in�the musky taste of his new lover. Flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin, he raised an eyebrow at the moan that escaped Dave's lips. He hadn't expected the big man to be too vocal... but if he could be, Shawn was going to have all sorts of fun prodding him into it. As he trailed his fingers farther back, brushing lightly against the small opening, he smiled again at the tremour that he could feel in the body so close to his. The sudden sound of a familiar voice caught his attention and he looked up, his eyes widening in pleased surprise at the sight of Hunter standing behind Dave. One hazel eye winked down at him, as Hunter's hands came up to touch Dave's bare skin, the fingers tweaking dusky nipples as Hunt tilted his head, a now-familiar soft stream of words flowing into Shawn's ears even over the pattering of the shower. His own cock twitched against his belly at the sight and he moaned softly. The effect on Dave was staggering. One of Hunt's hands tightened on the 'Animal' to keep him upright, and Shawn took his opportunity. Drawing in a deep breath, he pushed his wet hair out of his face and slid his lips slowly down around the swollen head, sucking briefly before letting it slip from his mouth. The loud whimper from above made his lips curve briefly before tilting his head, allowing his wet locks to trail across Dave's cock, wrapping around the hard flesh as he tongued the heavy balls, sucking them one at a time into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue. One final caress to the sensitive spot immediately behind them, and Shawn leisurely ran his tongue back up the straining shaft before taking another breath and relaxing, allowing it to slide down his throat until his chin was nudging Dave's balls.�The immediate reaction from Dave was incredibly gratifying. **** Okay, that was just too gorgeous a sight to pass up. The moan Dave released when Shawn licked him again while simultaneously stroking the hidden entrance between Dave's legs moved Hunter further into the room like a magnet. All that naked skin, sluiced with water and the remains of a fruit-smelling soap, was calling to him with a siren's song he generally only associated with a big gold belt. And that was just a piece of cold metal, this was warmth and strength and love, right here in front of him. Feeling his desires declare war on his panic button, Hunter moved around the two lovers like he was admiring an expensive piece of modern art. What a unique and priceless piece this would be. Hunter captured the image in his head like a snapshot, he'd call it simply 'want'. Because that was his primary feeling right now, a want deep inside his body manifested in his hard member and prowling walk. There was no panic here, neither Dave nor Shawn were touching him. No. His want was paramount right now, his desire mirrored on the faces of Dave and Shawn. A want that would finally be lessened, at least for the time being. Feeling the hot spray cover his arms, Hunter's body shivered in the change of temperature, warming to match the endless expanse of skin and muscles he found as he began to stroke his hands along Dave's back. The dark man arched into his touch, so Hunt continued the caress, up over sharp shoulder blades, down along biceps, tensing and relaxing with each action of the man before them. Making sure his touch was sure enough to avoid tickling, Hunter moved closer until his chest met Dave's back, his cock resting against one hard cheek. Dave's body was a masterpiece of muscle, bone and skin. It wasn't just eye catching, Hunter found himself positively enraptured by all the glorious flesh on display for him, enhanced beyond lovely by the dark, erotic dragon tattoos. Using his fingers to tease the small hard nipples he found while searching that muscled chest, Hunter started a litany of words that seemed to flow from the part of his mind he'd once suppressed while around these two beautiful men. "Dave. Dave... do you know how much I've wanted to see you like this. See your skin exposed for me, for my touch. You're everything I want David. Look at Shawn, our love. He's so fucking hot, isn't he Dave? On his knees for you, sucking you and loving your cock like that. He wants you so much he couldn't wait to taste you Dave. Just like I want to, my David." A nibble on one soft lobe, his breath hot into his lover's ear as Dave let his head drop back onto Hunter's shoulder. "God I want you David, feel that?" Hunter shifted slightly so his hard sex now�nestled in the wet cleft of Dave's ass. "That's what you do to me, what you do to us when we look at you.�Let me..."�catching�Dave's hands from where they were�braced, Hunter guided them to Shawn's head and shoulder. "Touch him Dave, show him how much you love what he's doing to you.�I want you Dave, just like Shawn is now. I want to be on my knees for you, sucking you, tasting you, letting you thrust into me." Hunter's voice caught at the truth of the words pouring�from him. �"I want you to own me." **** Second of all, you are going to the clinic to get X-rays and I'm coming with Great, first Sandburg, now Adam, who�should really be focusing on breathing, was pushing him to go to�the clinic. Chris wasn't denying his hand hurt like hell, particularly after their EMT had pulled each finger to see if it hurt. Well yeah, of course�it hurt, that would be why he was favouring it after all. The problem was, CJ admitted grudgingly, his concern for Adam was a higher priority right now that waiting at a clinic for a someone to tell him his hand was damaged.�Chris knew that it was, and he'd deal with it like any other injury... keep it immobile and don't punch anyone. Well, if he ran into Terry the Fuckhead anytime soon, he wouldn't punch him. Kicking was easier. Now to deal with the guilt lacing Adam's slightly weakened voice. "Ahh yeah. Your fault. Of course it is, all of it. If you hadn't shut The Fuckhead down, exactly as he deserved by the way, he wouldn't have charged you. But then... if you and I hadn't got together last night, he wouldn't have had anything to tease you about. So that's your fault too for being honest with me in that alley." Ahhh, Chris' friend sarcasm. "But then..." Chris ignored Adam's pained expression. "...if you didn't come out with us to cheer me up then I wouldn't have even known you liked me, so that's at your feet as well." A beat. "Also you shouldn't have been friends with me, dated Terry, jumped to Raw or let's face it, become a wrestler. Because obviously, if you hadn't this never would have happened." Chris had just finished the last of his tirade, laying it on as thick as he could, when he looked up from Adam's steady pacing to see�the pair of denim shorts, black t-shirt and bald head that could only belong to one man. Coming to a halt, Chris assessed the expression in the Rattlesnake's eyes. It wasn't pretty. Word spread fast in the fish bowl environment of the locker room and Steve's reaction could be anything from laughter to explosive violence depending on his mood. In one sharp ice blue look-over, Chris could see Austin take in the blood still matting Adam's hair, the uncomfortably stiff pose�his lover had adopted to minimise the pressure on his damaged ribs�and the taped hand Chris held curled protectively against his stomach. "He's a prick. A dead Prick.�I'm gonna rip off that famous horn o' his and stick it up his ass like Dwayne always suggested." Fury radiated from the Texan in a wave. "If ya haven't a'ready heard, Vince's talkin' suspension without pay. But I got some other ideas for dealing with this kinda shit." Steve's voice almost caused CJ to take a step backwards, but he stood firm under Adam's arm. "Don't pretend ya ain't hurt Kitten, I ain't buying it fer a second, I know ya too well ya little shit. What ya gonna do about that hand yer trying to hide, huh? Ya need it checked over at a hospital? And what's up with yer head Copeland, got any brains left in�yer skull�or they all over the wall back there?" Austin jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the scene of the crime. Before Adam could turn him in again, Chris deflected Steve's concern to where it should be. "You can rip off all the horns you want, you Nutcase. I'll bring the beer and pompoms, I promise.�Now shift it so I can get a taxi to the hotel for Adam. Find Jay and Tomko and tell them what's up would you? They can have the rental, we won't need it." With one hand around Adam's waist and his injured one still being uncooperative, CJ nudged Steve's ankle�with his foot to make the bigger man give way. "C'mon move." Yeah so, he was back to giving orders. But if everyone would just do as they were told the first time, he wouldn't have to. **** sign your contract It's funny, Jeff always thought an alternate reality would be all cool and pretty colours like the original Star Trek. It wouldn't be so... normal. But it had to have been a joke, because there was no chance in this lifetime that Mark had just said what Jeff thought he'd said. No. This was an alternate reality. A nasty version of Trish in leather pants would come walking in soon and tell him he was a vampire or something. Because it just wasn't possible.... Not possible. Really, really not possible. Jeff slowly came to realise that his mouth was slightly open. 'Catching flies', his mother would say. 'You look like a moron', would be his brother's more honest comment. Snapping that same jaw closed with an audible click, Jeff looked around for Mark who seemed to have moved while Jeff was contemplating his reality. If Mark was serious, then Jeff just flat out did not know how to react. Had 'Taker really gone to Vince to talk him into giving Jeff a contract in... Jeff looked at his Mickey Mouse watch... seventeen minutes? Why had he...? Why would Vince let...? It all came down to the 'Why'. Keeping his mouth shut before he let the word burst out, Jeff tried to come up with the answer for himself. The sticking point with the signing had been trust. Fuck Melrose, Vince just didn't trust Jeff anymore, and the galling thing was Jeff didn't blame him. He wouldn't trust himself in the same circumstances. So Mark had... what? Got Vince to trust Jeff to behave? Not fuckin' likely. More chance that he'd talked Vince into trusting Mark, an easy ask, than anything else. So what did Mark Calloway get out of getting Jeffrey Nero Hardy a WWE contract? Jeff was fairly sure he knew. Eyes suddenly sharp with knowledge, Jeff looked on passively as Mark pulled his vest off and tossed it on the floor. Piece by piece, Jeff felt his heart and soul go cold. He wouldn't never have thought this of Mark. Not him. Mark was supposed to be better than that...than this. He was supposed to stay on that high shiny pedestal Jeff had placed him on and never fall off. Perfect, tall, dark and handsome Undertaker, so totally out of Jeff's reach he wouldn't dare even try. He wasn't supposed to�do something like this. This'd teach Jeff Hardy to think there were perfect people out there. "Right. Thanks." The words were like ashes in his mouth. "When we're done here I'll go and sign. Thanks." Mark was looking at him strangely, but Jeff was better at dissembling than he had been in the past. Besides, he knew this game. "Just give me a minute okay?" He knew there was a pathetic�note to his voice, but he really needed some time to get his head around this. When 'Taker moved�towards the private shower his status afforded him. Jeff slumped down on the bench and, just for a moment let his hurt flood him. Not Fair! He wanted to wail like a small child denied an ice cream. This wasn't him, shouldn't have been him. But unfortunately, Jeff was realising, this was him. Whether he liked it or not. I could always tell him to shove his contract so high up... But he wouldn't. For two very good reasons. The contract was a chance and Jeff knew he had run out of those. Then there was�the price. It�wasn't that high and Jeff would be a liar if he said he hadn't wondered. Hoped. Guess guys like Jeff don't get dinner and chocolates. Shucking off his velvety jacket, Jeff folded it neatly before placing it on the bench. With trembling fingers he pulled at the buttons of his shirt and pants, placing�his boots underneath his other clothes. He left on the stylized Hardy symbol at his throat for comfort. Hovering in the bathroom door, Jeff couldn't help the pang of longing that filled him at seeing Mark's broad naked back. Such pale, luminous skin, long, long limbs and tight, hard buttocks. He'd said Mark was to die for and Jeff knew he probably would do just that. Seeing the man slowly rotate his shoulder under the steaming water, Jeff watched as the black hair slid to the side, revealing the sexy�Reaper tattoo on the back of�'Taker's neck. Knowing his eyes and heart were dead and hoping Mark didn't care to notice, Jeff reached out to stroke the muscle being worked under the spray. "What do you want me to do?" **** Kevin couldn't quite prevent his laugh from tumbling out even as his eyes narrowed at the man still draped on top of him. He tried valiantly to ignore the little flashes of lust that sparked through him every time their groins rubbed together as he considered his lover. Scott was obviously trying to push buttons tonight, and Kevin wasn't blind to that. If Scotty thought that Kev needed a little help regaining his balance, who was Kev to argue? Hell, Scott might be right. Whatever the reason, though, this was one of his favourite games to play with the dark-haired man. "That was pretty harsh, Scott, considering that it is his room." He tried to keep his voice level, although he suspected that his amusement was visible in his eyes. Tightening his grasp on Scott's ass to keep him in place, he allowed one leg to drop all the way to floor before sliding the other one under Scott's body to follow, leaving him sitting up... and Scott still sprawled across his lap. "You're being pretty naughty today, Scott. Maybe you need a reminder as to appropriate behavior backstage, since it's been a while, hmmm?" He ran a hand down Scott's back in a long petting motion, smiling a little at the unconscious reaction it provoked. No way was he about to actually get serious about things, between them being in a fairly public space and the fact that he really wasn't in the right mindset to take the lead in a scene like this, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy himself a little. And he knew Scott wouldn't complain. The longer this went on, the more he was looking forward to being alone with his lover tonight. Leaning down, he slipped a hand under Scott's chin, turning him to face him as he kissed him gently, his other hand still caressing Scott's back. As he pulled away, allowing his fingers to tangle gently in the dark curls, he lifted his other hand before bringing it down in a sharp slap across Scott's ass. The little moan and squirm from his lover made him draw in a sharp breath as he repeated the motion, making sure to keep the blows hard enough to sting but light enough to not leave any lasting marks. Once more, and he trailed his fingers across the area, rubbing gently as he smiled down at Scott. "Learned your lesson, Bad Guy?" **** Even as he stripped off his clothes in preparation for a much-needed shower, Mark kept an eye on the man across the room from him. He was pretty sure he'd just shocked Jeff as completely as he could have, and he was starting to worry a little about the reaction. Maybe he should've explained further rather than let Hardy wonder what the conditions were, but... telling him that Mark was basically his "keeper" now probably wouldn't go over too well. The kid had always had problems with authority figures, only the mutual respect they had for each other keeping that problem out of their angle together. "When we're done here I'll go and sign. Thanks." His head snapped up at the oddly flat tone in Jeff's voice, but the kid looked normal... maybe a little thoughtful. His eyes seemed a little cold, but... he could practically count the number of times he'd seen Jeff's eyes on one hand, so how was he supposed to tell what they looked like normally? Frowning, he paused as he stood up, his hands at the waistband of his shorts. He wasn't altogether sure he wanted to just strip down completely in front of this man in particular, but Jeff looked almost frozen as he stared at him. What the hell? "Just give me a minute okay?" Maybe he just needed a little time to pull himself together before facing Vince again. That was probably it; Vince could be pretty damned intimidating, and Jeff hadn't exactly left the office on good terms half an hour ago. Mark shrugged as he steeled himself and pulled off the rest of his clothes, turning around to pick up his towel and wrap it around his waist. "Take as much time as you want." Hopefully that sounded understanding; this was a delicate situation, and Mark wasn't used to handling things like this. But the two of them were going to have to work together for a while and he hoped that they could get started off on the right foot, so to speak. He didn't want any awkwardness between them, but he wasn't going to be Jeff's confessor, either. So wherever that left them, hopefully somewhere in the middle, they'd work with. As long as Jeff didn't come unglued when Vince told him what those "conditions" were that he'd mentioned... Sighing slightly, he picked up his bottles of shampoo and soap and headed into the showers, hanging his towel up and turning on the hot water with a sigh of relief. To hell with washing; he was just going to stand here for a few minutes and let the heat soak into him. He turned slightly to let the water fall more directly on his aching shoulder, rolling it gently to help it loosen up. Tilting his head to the side, he closed his eyes as he sighed in relief. He'd been able to come back at Wrestlemania basically completely injury-free for the first time in at least a decade and it had been the best he'd ever felt. It hadn't lasted all that long, of course, but every time he managed to recapture a part of that elusive not-in-pain feeling, he enjoyed it. The soft touch to his shoulder made his eyes fly open in surprise and he turned sharply, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Jeff standing in front of him... naked. "What do you want me to do?" It took him a long moment to process the words, his eyes drinking in the unexpected but gorgeous sight in front of him. As the words finally trickled through to his brain, the strangely flat tone they'd been spoken in pricked him and he jerked back, mingled horror and shame filling him. Jeff had obviously assumed... but why? He hadn't said anything that would... oh. Oh, shit. His own words came back to haunt him, suddenly filled with overtones that he'd swear weren't intended: "When we're done here.... There are some conditions, naturally..." No wonder Jeff had stared at him so strangely. But he hadn't... he wouldn't... Shaking his head almost violently, Mark quelled his immediate instinct to reach out and touch. That would definitely be taken the wrong way right now, so matter how comfortingly he might intend it. "Jeff... no. You don't have to do this." Cursing under his breath, he fumbled behind him for the shower handle, finally managing to turn the water off without looking away from the pale young man in front of him. The sudden silence was almost deafening.�Forcing himself to look only at Jeff's face, seeing the almost frightening lack of reaction in those normally expressive features, Mark wondered just how much damage he'd just done. Damn it! "This... this isn't what I meant, Jeff. Not at all." Running a hand through his wet hair, he shook his head again, then grabbed�his towel. Reaching out, he handed it to Jeff, not able to stand seeing him standing there looking so unnaturally vulnerable. "C'mon, kid. We obviously need to talk." He gently pushed Jeff toward the main room, following behind and picking up another towel from the bench to wrap around himself before sitting down and looking at Jeff. This was going to be awkward, with neither of them dressed, but he wasn't about to give the other man any privacy until he said what he needed to say; he just wasn't fast enough to chase Jeff down the hallways when he took off. "Look, Jeff. Whatever you may have thought I implied... you misunderstood. The conditions I was talking about... they're not like that. Like this." He gestured vaguely between them, knowing that his face was revealing more than it should, but the shock of Jeff doing that... He pushed his mind firmly away from that. "You've got a contract. Period. The conditions... Vince insisted, since he didn't feel he could trust you. But all they really amount to is that I'm responsible for you. There's more to it, but that's the upshot. It does not mean that you need to... do anything. For me. Like that." He stuttered to a halt, feeling lost. He wasn't too sure that Jeff was really listening to him, let alone believing him. After a long, uncomfortable silence, he sighed and stood up. "Look, Jeff... if you want the contract, just... go sign it. Keep in touch with me. Show up at the next house show. We can... we can talk then." He took a step toward the shower again, then stopped and turned back to Jeff, feeling incredibly awkward as he spoke. "If�you'd rather talk tonight... I just need to shower and get ready for my spot tonight. After the taping's over, we could talk about... things." He bit his tongue against any further words that might've tried to spill out, feeling like enough of an idiot. With one last concerned look, he headed back into the shower and turned the water back on, wondering if Jeff would be there when he got out. **** A few stray touches from Shawn and already he was unable to control his responses. Maybe he should have requested a gag? Another moan spilled unbidden from his lips at the gentle flick of his lover's tongue, every point of contact like a flame licking along his solid length. The faint touch at his entrance had him trembling, wanting to push back in search of firmer contact. It was a little disconcerting that he was already considering begging when Shawn had barely touched him. He had sensed Hunter's nearness, it was almost instinctive within him now. He hadn't expected the gentle touch against his back, but found that once it was given he craved it all the more. Arching into the hands behind him, he asked without words for more. More he received, those smooth hands washing away the tenseness in his frame. How many times had he convinced himself that it was hopeless to wish for this, for Hunter's hands roaming over his skin? When Hunter pressed up against him from behind, he was sure he was suddenly going to wake up and find this had all been a dream... a lovely, lust inspiring dream, but a dream nonetheless. Shawn on his knees tasting his hot, hard length and the proof of Hunter's desire laying firmly against his ass... surely the stuff that dreams were made of. He forced himself not to come right then through sheer force of will, the games he'd played with O'Haire having a hidden benefit he'd never considered he might need. Then Hunter began to speak, soft words raining down on him, inflaming his senses, making every touch electric. The gentle touch of Hunter's fingers on his nipples, Shawn's hands on him, the moist wet heat of Hunter's mouth on his lobe... everything was more arousing, more tantalizing... just more. He tilted his head back against Hunter's shoulder, his legs vibrating with tension to keep him on his feet, and he was thankful for the strong hand that leant him the extra strength to stay upright. Shawn's lips closed around him as Hunter shifted. Unimaginable heat surrounded the head of his cock while the hard length of Hunter's shaft settled firmly in the cleft of his ass. His mouth opened in a silent gasp, having been robbed of voice by the dual stimulation. He wanted to plead for more, more of anything at all, but couldn't find the words through the fog of passion swamping his mind. When Shawn pulled away, removing that hot wet mouth from his cock, he found his voice once again, but still no words. A whimper ripped from his throat by the loss, he squirmed, pushing himself back against Hunter's hard length. Wet tendrils of Shawn's hair wrapped around his shaft, cool against his heated flesh, Shawn's mouth and tongue teasing at his heavy sac and still Hunter's words washed over him. And then in one swift move, his entire length was lodged in Shawn's mouth, the head of his cock tickling the back of Shawn's throat and lord help him he actually wailed Shawn's name. He could have cared less at that moment that anyone passing in the hall might have heard him. Then Hunter was moving his hands to Shawn's hair and shoulder. His hand clasped reflexively on Shawn's shoulder, his fingers tangling gently in damp locks. His hips thrust restlessly against his will trapped as he was between Hunter's solid length and the hot wetness wrapped around him. He growled as Hunter's words continued ending it with what could only be called a whine. "I want you to own me." That would only be fair wouldn't it? Since Hunter already owned him heart and soul, only his body yet unclaimed by the blond. The pictures being drawn for him with Hunter's words pushed him right to the edge. The demands of his body finally overpowered the thin thread of control he'd managed to cling for a few mere minutes. Shawn's masterful mouth sucked hard on his length as he exploded. "Oh god... Shawn!" His hand clenched tightly on Shawn's shoulder as his release poured into Shawn's mouth. He turned his head, pressing his forehead against Hunter's neck as he growled Hunter's name as well. His breath coming in harsh pants, he stayed where he was, his body relaxing against Hunter's as he fought his way back to reality. Shawn's hands trailing over his chest and soft moist lips tasting of his own release pressing against his drew his head from the clouds. He returned the kiss, his hand wrapping gently once again in Shawn's hair. After a moment, he used the silky strands to guide Shawn's mouth in another direction... over his shoulder towards Hunter's lips. His other hand catching Shawn's wrist, he guided a warm hand over the swell of his hip and directed it firmly to the solid length of Hunter's cock still prodding firmly against his ass. Hearing the surprised noise escape Hunter as Shawn's hand wrapped around his shaft, Dave couldn't withstand the desire... the need to taste. Dropping to his knees, he let his tongue dance over the tops of Shawn's fingers, the cool metal in his tongue dipping in between the parted digits. Raising his hand to the swell of Hunter's hip, he squeezed lightly to gain the man's full attention. His hunger shining in his eyes, he licked his lips slowly. "Baby, I want to know how you taste. Will you let me... taste you?" **** Listening to Dave wail his name, Shawn couldn't quite smile, but he hummed happily, the vibrations rippling against the hard shaft in his throat.�It had been longer than he'd like to remember since he'd had the opportunity to do this, and he'd almost forgotten how much he loved it; the taste and weight of Dave's cock in his mouth was arousing him in and of itself. The incredibly sexy sounds spilling out of the big man, combined with Hunter's husky words only added to the effect. Dave's fingers tangling in his hair made him work even harder, wanting to push the man over the edge so that he could taste him, watch him... "I want you to own me." Oh god. He whimpered around the flesh in his mouth, suddenly swamped by images of Hunter on his knees sucking Dave off... Hunter bent over in front of him as he fucked him... Hunt sprawled on his bed wearing nothing but a collar... Just the thoughts were enough to make him tremble. He forced himself to keep moving, to keep his hands off of himself, and as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive head in his mouth even as he slid back down the length of Dave's sex, he could feel it swell. Dave's shout echoed in the tiled room as his hips thrust forward one last time, filling Shawn's mouth with thick saltiness. Swallowing as much as he could, Shawn reluctantly allowed Dave's length to slip from his mouth, licking his lips as he stood up. Seeing Dave draped against Hunter made him draw in a breath before he pressed himself against the dark flesh, his hands trailing gently over Dave's chest as he leaned in to kiss him. The fingers wrapping in his hair again brought out a soft moan, and as Dave gently pushed him away, he blinked in momentary confusion before he realised what Dave wanted. Smiling softly at his best friend---his lover---Shawn leaned up to press his lips against Hunter's, silently asking entrance, letting his lips part as Hunter responded to him, sharing Dave's taste. Lost in the kiss, he nearly missed Dave's hand wrapping around his wrist, guiding it back and around to... oh. Wrapping his fingers around Hunter's cock, he echoed Hunter's surprised gasp as he moaned quietly against Hunter's mouth. Not able to resist the temptation, he squeezed softly,�gasping himself at the unexpected hot touch of Dave's tongue.�He trailed his fingers up the hard shaft, learning its contours as he delicately pressed against the sensitive spot at the front before letting his hand slip back down to cup the heavy sac below. "Will you let me... taste you?" That brought a quiet whine out of him. As much as he yearned to taste Hunter, the thought of watching Dave do to Hunt what he'd done to Shawn earlier on the plane was a beautifully enticing one. He shifted slightly to look down, only to shudder as his own length brushed against Hunter's. **** "...Because obviously, if you hadn't this never would have happened." Adam rolled his eyes over the heavily sarcastic comments. The bitch of it was that except for the point of Terry have nothing to tease him about, it was all technically true. Deserved or not... his prodding Terry had been the impetus for everything. He could have responded as usual and kept walking, but he hadn't, because Terry had used the one thing guaranteed to get a response from him. And like an idiot he'd snapped up the bait. Regardless, he could tell it would be useless to argue with Chris, so he wouldn't. Besides, he had other issues to deal with right now. One being a pain in the ass lover who thought he was going to wiggle his way out of going to the hospital, the other being a very unhappy Rattlesnake. He was somewhat surprised to hear that Vince was already talking repercussions when he hadn't even heard what had happened, unless they'd had a bigger audience then he'd assumed. Austin wanting to seek revenge was interesting. Although considering he felt the same way he shouldn't have been surprised. Adam wasn't under the misconception that all of that rage was for his benefit. Austin was upset because Chris had been hurt, the same as Adam was. "I'll bring the beer and pompoms, I promise. Now shift it so I can get a taxi to the hotel for Adam." Nice try sweetheart, but I'm a more stubborn bastard than you will ever be. Removing his arm from Chris' shoulders, Adam slowly made his way to the nearest crate and gingerly took a seat. He affected a bored look, ignoring the 'what the hell are you doing' looks being sent his way from both Austin and Chris. "Why in the hell are you still here? You should be halfway to the hospital by now!" Oh. This could be fun. Turning to look at the man that'd just addressed them, he almost flinched at the look on Benoit's face. Almost. Obviously he was going to need some help to get Chris where he wanted him to go and it looked like Benoit had just volunteered his services. Ignoring the muttered words from Benoit he managed a scowl of his own. "We're not going to the hospital according to Chris. He seems to think tucking me into bed is more important than getting X-rays. So I've decided since he doesn't have to get X-rays, I don't have to go to the hotel and I'm just going to sit here and hope that Terry wanders down the hall so I can take his head off." Okay so that made him sound particularly stupid, but if it got results then he wasn't going to sweat it. Knowing Austin and Benoit, they'd make sure one way or another that they did reach the hospital protests from Chris or not. He wondered if Benoit would think he'd lost his mind and go tell Vince that he shouldn't wrestle in his matches, but if it came down to a choice, he'd give up both matches to guarantee that Chris got those X-rays. **** to be continued...

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