"ITVR: Chapter 41"
Waits.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Chris shook his head as he walked back inside. He'd left Eddie behind checking out the limo, chortling madly. He suspected that his lover was going to have far too much fun with his spot tonight with JBL. Of course, since the character makeover had gone to Bradshaw's head in a big way, Chris couldn't really blame him, either. The smile faded from his face as he spotted the little group ahead of him: Austin and Jericho, both standing in front of Copeland, staring at him. And Adam... the damned idiot! His eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of them, his hands on his hips. "Why in the hell are you still here? You should be halfway to the hospital by now!" Yeah, he was definitely growling, but if that got the point across, so much the better. They both needed x-rays, from what he'd heard in the med bay, and neither of them needed to be acting this stupid. "...and I'm just going to sit here and hope that Terry wanders down the hall so I can take his head off." Chris shook his head as his eyes closed momentarily in exasperation. He could sympathise with Adam's feelings, he really could, but this was ridiculous! He'd gone to Vince, against his better judgment, and asked him to let Adam go ahead with his scheduled matches... Hell. He'd have to call Eddie and let him know where he was once he'd gotten these two moving. "If you keep up this stupidity, I'm going back to Vince and telling him that I was wrong, since you're obviously out of your damned mind! You both need x-rays, and you're damned well going to go and get them." Pushing between Jericho and Adam, he tugged Adam to his feet and wrapped a careful�arm around him for support. Turning to Austin, he snapped, "Don't just stand there! You grab Dumb and I'll take Dumber. If he argues too much, just throw him over your shoulder; we're going to the hospital. Now." **** Hunter felt Dave's release overwhelm the body in his arms like an electric shock, the hoarse shout of Shawn's name reverberating in his own pulse of need. Leaning his cheek against his lover's forehead as Dave growled into his neck, Hunt continued to hold�him while watching Shawn, sensuously licking his lips like a pleased cat, rise up to�capture�Dave's mouth�in a loving kiss. Such�delicious sights these two kept presenting him with, so nice of them. Holding Dave�through the aftershocks of what had obviously been a mind-blowing experience Hunter relaxed slightly, his own needs partially sated with Dave's climax. When Dave guided Shawn's mouth to touch his, Hunter, still hard as hell but not so desperately aroused any more, returned the luscious kiss with easy pleasure. Kissing Shawn was becoming second nature now, even though they had only shared the first tentative brush of lips not twelve hours ago. The agile fingers curling around his cock, caused Hunter a momentary flare of concern, but Shawn's tongue in his mouth distracted him sufficiently. His balance momentarily shifted as Dave moved from his arms, but Hunt kept his fingers in place on his lover's bronze shoulder, so he wouldn't lose contact with the man. What... oh my god. Dave's tongue... tongue.�Godalmighty. Hunter looked down into eyes almost gone black with desire. David. Will you let me... taste you?" Again Hunt heard that strange sound issue from his throat, not quite a moan, almost a growl. Half feral need, the rest all submissive passion. That smooth, metal bar stroking his length, darting in to touch oh-so sensitive skin, once again fully aroused and stimulated beyond tolerance by both his partners' touches. Shawn's moving, taunting hand, first on his shaft then his balls, had Hunter's eyes shutting and his body arching into those wonderful sensations. The tips of his fingers still resting on the damp skin of Dave's shoulder, Hunter curled his other hand around the back of Shawn's neck, holding his partner steady while he deepened their kiss. It was heaven to feel them both touching him, Shawn at his lips, Dave at his sex, both giving him their love and their pleasure through their mouths. It was... ...too much. Pulling his hands off�Dave and Shawn�like he'd been burnt, Hunter didn't realise his feet were moving until his back hit the wall of the shower room. The cool tile was like ice on his burning hot skin, his hands braced behind him like the wall was the only thing keeping Hunt on his feet. It probably was. They looked at him. His lovers both dark and light. Their faces shocked, turning from warm desire to pained understanding in seconds. No... not again.�He wasn't going to mess this up, Hunter wasn't going to drive them away from him again because he had this ridiculous mental stumbling block. He could have them now, he was allowed to have them.�Fuck! It wasn't supposed to be this difficult. His breathing coming in heavy pants like he'd run a marathon rather than scuttled three feet like a frightened rabbit, Hunter�forced his mind into a mental place it wasn't familiar with.�Shaking his�hair from his eyes, Hunter caught his breath in deeply and let it out in one, consensual answer to David's request.� "Yes." **** since he doesn't have to get X-rays, I don't have to go to the hotel Oh, of all the stupid, stubborn, simpleton...Chris couldn't come up with any more names for Adam that didn't start with S. Preparing to go to J for jackass, his mental obscenities were interrupted by Benoit levering Adam off the crate and suggesting... You grab Dumb and I'll take Dumber "Austin no! Don't you even..." Too late. CJ hadn't even the chance to raise both hands to block Steve, when the bigger man pressed his shoulder into Chris' abdomen and he was hefted up in a fireman's carry. "God put me down you Neanderthal. Now. Dammit Steve." CJ cracked his pony-ride in the back of his disobedient bald head with an elbow. "Put me down! I am so fuckin' sick of being carted around like a sack of... oomph." The last was due to the corner Austin decided to take at an ambitious angle, causing Chris's feet to smack the wall and his place on Austin's shoulder to become precarious. Righting himself, Chris kept his injured hand safe against his collarbone. It was not lost to him, that despite Austin's exaggerated staggering and the occasional collision, he was in no danger of falling. Austin wouldn't risk hurting him, Chris knew that for a fact. He could see Benoit and Adam following them through the building, both smiling at Austin's antics and CJ verbal admonishments. "Oh yeah, laugh it up Fuzz ball, when I get down... Seriously.�Put me down you Redneck or we'll both end up with fractures. My foot and your ass I mean." Austin refrained from swatting CJ's ass although he was sorely tempted. That sort of thing was Copeland's domain now and Steve knew what boundaries were. Even if he liked to cross them every now and again just for fun... and to see what would happen. But he'd been corralling this�wildcat for years and would keep his place as Best Friend no matter who the challengers. "Shut yer mouth Kitten, yer stayin' where I put ya and it's yer own damn fault. Ya could a done this the easy way, but ya had to be all stubborn so ya get what's comin' to ya." As Chris started to protest again Steve cut him off, by leaning back a�dangerous�degree to kick open the door to the parking bay. "If ya say yer fine once more I'm gonna gag ya and I don't think Copeland will mind one bit. He could use the peace and quiet I'm thinkin'." Spotting the rental car Austin recognised from last night, he stomped over and sat Chris gently on the hood. "Ya might think about getting Copeland ta that clinic at well. Those ribs could be broken fer all Sandburg's guessing." It was that more than the threats that gave CJ pause. Sandburg had said there was just bruising and some cracks, but an X-ray would confirm the result one way or the other. Seeing Chris' mulish expression fade into thoughtful concern, Austin let a smug smile cross his face. "Don't you smile, you smug bastard. You have a point I accept that. But it's the first one I can remember, so I wouldn't be resting on any laurels if I were you." Adam and Benoit caught up with them just as Chris finished speaking. Leveling his eyes on his lover, CJ did his best to sound determined. Considering he was sitting on the bonnet of a car like a hood ornament probably didn't help his credibility. "Okay, here's the deal. We go to the clinic to get you X-rayed," pointing at Adam. "If there's time, I'll get my hand done... maybe. Then the hotel. Deal?" CJ knew the 'maybe' sounded petulant and childish but his hand actually was starting to throb. "Oh and Adam my Sweet... no way in any hell are you driving. Steve's got an appointment so... Chris? Will Eddie spare you?" **** Mark jumped like Jeff's touch had scorched him, green eyes shocked and repulsed by Jeff's naked presence so close to him. That shock turned into appalled understanding as the bigger man scrambled for the faucet and a towel. Jeff... no....this isn't what I meant, Jeff. Not at all But he'd said... this isn't... the contract... what I meant. On autopilot Jeff accepted the dark blue towel being thrust at him, noticing Mark's distance with a bizarre sense of hurt. Was he really so fucked up that having his whorish behaviour rejected actually got to him. He hadn't wanted Mark in these circumstances, not as some kind of payment for services rendered. But he had wanted Mark and still did. Trying to force this unexpected change of events into his stalled mind, Jeff stood staring at Mark in a horrified realisation at what he'd done. Oh no... Mark didn't.�Mark�really didn't want him. At all. He'd misread what the dark man had said, putting an unforgivable tone to something that was entirely innocent. God help him,�he'd forgotten people could be like that. 'Taker's hand between his shoulder blades brought him out of the self-punishing daze Jeff had fallen into. The warm, wet skin a counterpoint to his own cool,�slightly trembling flesh. Taking a dozen steps, Jeff knotted the towel low on his hips and wrapped his arms around his stomach while he waited for�Mark to explain what�Jeff had�done wrong. you misunderstood Yeah, he had. In absolutely the worst possible way imaginable. He was surprised 'Taker hadn't sent him from the shower with a clenched fist. No... he wasn't. Mark, as was becoming painfully obvious,�wasn't like that. It was Jeff's sick head that kept putting all these crappy motives onto Undertaker and he didn't deserve that... not one bit. I'm responsible for you. Bet you're regretting that now aren't you Mark? But it didn't seem that he was. Mark seemed actually more concerned with setting Jeff straight about the contract rather than bitchin' Jeff out for being a stupid slut. He'd better accept the fact that Mark was just as admirable and perfect as Jeff always thought he was or he'd kill himself trying to guess what the man's real game was. Just that. There's wasn't one. Mark was helping him with the contract because Mark was a great guy who'd do him a favour just because he could. He didn't like Jeff like that, certainly didn't want him in a sexual way, so that left... friendship. Oh hell. Jeff would beg on his knees to have a genuine friend like Mark, someone he could trust that wasn't his beloved brother. He had to admit he'd take Mark on any terms the man was willing to give him, fuck toy, mentor or friend. The first would break Jeff's heart but he wouldn't say no, the second would be fair and Jeff would do his absolute best, the third would be more than he deserved and he'd treasure the gift like the jewel it was. The fourth way... well, no point thinking those kind of thoughts Jeff, that just leads to more pain. After the taping's over, we could talk about... things Jeff blinked at the rest of Mark's words, watching the man return to his shower in stunned silence. Yeah, they needed to get this whole thing right so Jeff didn't make another disastrous mistake like he'd just done. Despite the heat, Jeff was still feeling the cold emanating from his slowly thawing heart. Maybe he could afford to let it warm again. Mark wouldn't know. Suddenly energised Jeff dropped the blue towel and tore into his clothes like he was freezing. He'd been given a chance, one with a WWE contract and one with Mark Calloway... his friend. Leaving his boots unlaced Jeff shot out the door, intent on giving Mark the privacy he deserved. Jeezuz. Following�the man�into the shower like that? What must Mark think of him now that he'd been willing to sell himself for a contract? Jeff ignored the voice that told him he wouldn't have done�walked into that shower�if it had been anyone�other than�Mark. Sliding his back down the wall, Jeff sat beside Mark's dressing room door, and pulled his knees up to his chest, mind racing. He'd been staring at the man like a stunned mullet while 'Taker had been at pains to explain the real situation over the fantasy one Jeff had conjured. So first, he�should square things with Mark. Apologise for his behaviour and actually thank him for going to Vince for him. Then he'd better swear... much as it might�make his heart clench... that he'd never invade Marks' personal space again. It was all very well for�the bigger man to make assurances,�Mark needed to know he could do the right thing for someone without fear of being sexually propositioned at every turn. His thoughts slowing to a more manageable level, Jeff laid his hands on his upraised knees and rested his cheek against them, eyes on Mark's door. If Mark would have him, Jeff'd stay with him during the show. He could catch Ames while Mark was shooting, then go back to�the hotel. Going dancing wasn't necessary any more, he had better things to do tonight... namely start a friendship. **** He'd pushed too hard, too fast. And this time he didn't have the excuse of ignorance. His head still blissfully lethargic from his release, he'd accepted the sound from Hunter as assent. In his desire to give Hunter the same pleasure that the man had given both him and Shawn through his words, he'd pushed aside all thought of Hunter's problem beyond the asking of a question. Should he have waited for something more concrete as an answer? From Hunter's reaction, the answer to that question was yes. Even though he'd managed to avoid his first impulse of swallowing Hunter's length in one fell swoop, keeping his touches teasing and almost tentative, it had still proven to be too much, too soon. At least that was his first guess when it registered that the focus of his attention was no longer close enough for him to focus on. Sitting back on his heels, hands braced on his thighs, he located Hunter easily enough. Taking in the wide eyes, pale countenance, and rapid heavy breathing of the man pressed up against the wall, Dave wanted nothing more than to comfort him, protect him even if the person he was protecting Hunter from was himself. Closing his eyes and catching his lower lip between his teeth, he bowed his head for a moment, upset with himself over his own impatience. He was on the verge of apologizing from the exact position he was in when he heard one quietly spoken word. "Yes." Raising his head much slower than it had descended, Dave opened his eyes, cocking his head to the side as he studied the man before him. Still flush with the wall, no less nervous, but there was a steely determination in his eyes. That uncompromising do-or-die attitude had been one of the first things to draw him to the man other than his obvious physical attributes. Casting a quick look at Shawn, he saw a mixture of concern and hope in his eyes. Taking a deep yet silent breath, he turned back to Hunter and shifted his weight slowly onto his knees. Was it considered crawling if you didn't use your hands? It really didn't matter. Stopping just short of Hunter, his knees bracketing the man's feet, he realized that Hunter hadn't left himself an out this time. The wall was against his back and the only way he could move was if he went over top of Dave. Not liking the possibility that Hunter might feel trapped in any way, he gave Hunter that out if it was needed. Shadowing his hands over the top of Hunter's thighs, he said simply, "One word is all it will take Hunter." Looking up, he saw the dawning understanding in Hunter's eyes. If Hunter was cognizant enough to notice, everything that Dave felt for him was laid bare in his own eyes. Desire, respect, devotion... love, it was all on display for someone adept at looking beyond just color. 'Just keep it light to start,' he told himself. Maybe a bit of gentling was just what Hunter needed, the same as you'd do with a skittish horse. Gentle touches to establish trust rather than storming the keep. Having just compared Hunter to a horse and a castle within a heartbeat, Dave couldn't help but smile. Those thoughts he'd never confess to unless he wanted smacked upside the head. And Hunter would do it too. Finally daring the lightest of touches, his fingers ghosted over the angular bones of Hunter's hips. Replacing his fingers on one side with a brush of his lips, he rested his forehead gently against that spot as he allowed the backs of his fingers to drift over Hunter's thighs to just below his knees. As his fingers made the return trip he lifted his head and he drew an imaginary line with the tip of his tongue from hip to hip with a short detour through Hunter's navel. His ears attuned for any signs of panic, he absorbed the feel of those muscles shifting and twitching beneath his fingertips and tongue. He savored the clean taste of Hunter's skin, the sweat from their workout having been washed away while Hunter had whispered those erotic words in his ear. Knowing without looking that Shawn had moved closer, Dave kept his attention focused where it was for the moment. Opening his mouth over Hunter's hip, he used the bar in his tongue to draw a circle before sucking against the skin. His fingers having almost reached the tops of those muscular thighs met at the apex. Knuckles of one hand brushing against the bottom of his balls, Dave ran just the backs of his other fingers up the length of Hunter's shaft. With a final kiss against Hunter's hip, he tilted his head back assessing Hunter's reaction as he heard that sound again... the one usually proceeding Hunter's desire to escape. Listening for the one word he hoped he wouldn't hear, he wrapped his fingers loosely around the base of Hunter's shaft. After a few slow, loose-fisted strokes, he ducked his head and finally allowed himself to circle the head with his tongue. Even that small taste of his lover was like heaven. Dave closed his eyes and savored the moment, holding Hunter's cock steady as he moved slowly forward, the head breaching his lips in a slow glide. **** "...I'm going back to Vince and telling him that I was wrong, since you're obviously out of your damned mind!" He barely managed to suppress the urge to roll his eyes again. Benoit certainly wouldn't appreciate it and with his mood right now Adam didn't want to irritate him any further. He really should have been a fortuneteller in a circus rather than a wrestler. With his record lately he could have made some serious money. Too bad he was hooked on the business too much to change professions. Benoit pointing out that he should have X-rays as well he certainly could have done without. If by chance the X-rays proved Sandburg wrong and he actually had any broken ribs he could kiss his matches goodbye. Vince might let him skate by with fractures, but with an actual break there was the increased risk of puncturing a lung. No way would he convince Benoit or Vince to let him go out there in that case. As soon as he was on his feet, with Benoit's arm around his waist, he scowled at the man. It was cut short by a grin as Austin slung Chris over his shoulder. Listening to the curses pouring from Chris' mouth was amusing even if he was starting to wish he'd had something a bit stronger than a couple of Advil. Surprisingly he wasn't at all jealous of Austin carting Chris off as he was doing and he actually trusted Steve not to drop Chris despite all his wiggling. Kind of weird when you considered that Austin's on-stage tag was 'Don't Trust Anyone'. With Austin far enough ahead of them to give him a bit of padding, Adam was hoping to clear up the misconception that he'd given Benoit earlier. Hopefully the man would believe him. He also owed him for his help. "Thanks for that," he said nodding his head at the pair in front of them. "I couldn't exactly do that myself. Whether you believe me or not, I was all for going to the hospital. Granted it was more so for him than myself, but I only grabbed a crate because he insisted on going back to the hotel instead." They'd gone a few more feet when a thought struck him. "I don't know how he thought we were going to get back to the hotel anyway. Neither of us can drive right now. I still get dizzy if I move my head too fast and as much as I love him there is no way that I'm letting him drive one-handed." He didn't even realize what he'd said until he saw the look on Benoit's face. Directing his gaze to the floor he groaned. "Oh man. You did not hear that. I... I haven't actually told him." Lifting his head as they approached the car, he spotted Chris sitting on the hood of the vehicle. "If there's time, I'll get my hand done... maybe. Then the hotel. Deal?" Yeah, right. Like there was any chance of that flying. Chris would be getting his hand looked at whether he liked it or not. He'd wait until they got there to argue the point though. Smirking at Chris because he'd already figured out for himself that he wouldn't be driving, he half-turned to Benoit. "We'd really appreciate the help, Benny." Starting to feel a bit worn out from the walk to the car, he opened the backdoor and sat on the seat. A moment or two later and Chris had slid in beside him. Apparently Benoit had agreed to play baby-sitter/chauffeur for the time being. Knowing that he was facing a rather nasty car ride, short or not, he took a chance, hoping that Chris wasn't mad enough to dump him off the seat. He wiggled around until he was half-laying on the seat sideways with his head on Chris' thigh. Damn motion sickness. **** Dave had closed�his eyes, the disappointment on his face pulling at Hunter's guilt like a tug of war. At his forced assent, however, Dave's eyes slowly opened and locked with his, the worried understanding turning thoughtful. Hunt could�almost see the waves of want flowing from the bronzed man on his knees, even though his own release had been achieved. Hunter was once again smote with self-anger at the trouble he was causing his lovers. Right from the start he'd been the 'problem' between them, his issues, his lies and self-deceit had almost torn them apart. Now his body was betraying his love for them again and Hunter really wished it would just stop. Dave started to... oh my... crawl towards him like a supplicant. The industrial shower still coating them in lovely warm droplets, the play and shift of gorgeous muscle as Dave came to rest at his feet almost hypnotising in it's beauty. Deliberately non-threatening, Dave ran his hands a fraction of an inch above Hunter's skin, causing the fine hairs there to strain upwards as if craving the big man's touch. One word is all it will take Hunter. Hunter knew that, had known instinctively that his lovers wouldn't try to force him to keep up with their pace. It just wasn't in them to make him do anything he didn't want to. It was Hunter who wanted to force the issue... to make himself just relax and enjoy the bounty he'd been offered. He'd made himself do all sorts of things so much less pleasant than accepting a blow job from one of his boyfriends for God's sake. How may people male and female, would kill to have Dave and Shawn for lovers and here he was constantly turning them down when they wanted to pleasure him. The ghosting fingers and tongue touching his hipbones and legs, had Hunter catching his breath at the shock of delightful sensation twisting through him. Such sweet, sweet touches that slowed his heartbeat and settled his nerves. Having this, having Dave was allowed, was permitted. He didn't have to hold back from them anymore. Dave's offer of an out coupled with Shawn's choice from earlier blended into a confidence that strangled the root of all Hunter's panic. Touching them wasn't the problem, Hunt knew he would love touching Dave and Shawn as much as they reveled in each other. It was the thought of immersing himself in their love and then�not having�it again�that caused his irrational fears. That if he indulged himself in them, took what they so freely offered and gave it back to them tenfold, he wouldn't survive losing it. What if he lost them? Like having ambrosia in his mouth then�being denied a second�taste, if he couldn't have Dave and Shawn for the rest of his life, maybe he shouldn't have them at all. But who said he couldn't? Just because they'd only come up with the idea this morning didn't mean they wouldn't last. He and Shawn would be friends forever and if Hunter trusted the emotions he'd seen welling in that chocolate gaze, Dave was part of that forever now, whether Hunt fought it or not. Stop fighting Hunt. Vince assured him. Stop fighting them and you'll realise you've already won. Opening the hazel eyes Hunter hadn't known he'd shut, he looked deep into the dusky-blue�irises of his beloved Shawn. As all those long held restraints finally fell away, Hunter felt Dave's soft lips part to accept his length deep into the hot cave of his mouth. The words were ripped from him, uncontrolled, passionate and true. "Oh God I love you both. So much... please. Don't stop. Don't stop." One hand tangling roughly in Shawn's silken hair, the other guiding the back of Dave's head, Hunt pushed gratefully into�that mouth, delighting in the feel of wet suction and warm tongue. The energised motion of his hips only stopped from hurting his lover by the now strong grip on his thighs. Like a boiling volcano, Hunter felt his orgasm rise up inside him, released at long last from its cage of denial. Pumping in and out of Dave's welcoming heat, Hunter's only impediment to full pleasure was the thought "don't hurt him, don't hurt him" screaming from the whirlpool of his mind. It was Shawn who demolished that thought, his hands on Hunter too, pressed so close Hunt could feel Shawn's rock-hard erection rubbing against his hip. Shawn's musky smell overwhelmed him, the scent of Dave's cum and Shawn's desire sending Hunt over the edge. White fire blinded him, the sizzling pleasure rocketing up his spine like lightning, Hunter gave everything, all his doubts, love and lust into his lovers' care. His head snapping back against the tiled wall, hard enough to bruise, was unexpectedly cushioned by sure fingers and�hot lips once again on his skin. Peace. Purring his satisfaction, Hunter lay bonelessly against the wall. If not for the hands that held and petted him, he'd be a puddle on the floor. But it would be a happy, angst-free puddle. Thanks to Dave and Shawn, Hunter could stop fighting. **** Losing a stare-down with Austin was bad enough, losing one to Benoit had Chris gnashing his teeth in grumpy frustration. He�d asked the other Chris to drive them to the hospital, but hadn�t expected the immediate consent or air of smugness radiating from the Texan. As Benoit helped Adam into the back seat and then started the car, CJ turned to Austin and sent that smug grin flying. �You better talk to Randy before I get back, or I will." Watching Austin stomp away again, muttering to himself, Chris settled into the back seat of the rental and easily accepted Adam�s lean form cuddling into him. His lover�s pale skin and slight frown of pain drawing an answering one from Chris. Despite what they did, he hated seeing anyone hurting, especially his friends, particularly Adam. The neck surgery had been hard, desperately wanting to help but having to keep his distance. He�d missed being there for Adam because they�d both been so scared of risking the pain they knew they could cause each other. Now Adam was hurt again, but in this instance CJ was at his side. He wouldn�t be on the other side of the country this time. Being injured was never fun and even worse was getting through it alone. It was a hazard all the talent endured, but not a fun one in any sense. The difference was in the degree, sore backs, wrenched wrists they could live with, the bad stuff� not so much. �It�s okay Babe. Not long now.� Softly running the pads of his fingers of his good hand across Adam�s temples, CJ tried to soothe the nasty headache he was sure was responsible for the wince. That Adam suffered from motion sickness wouldn't be helping either, even with Benoit doing his best to take corners as smoothly as possible. Thankfully the car ride to the clinic was mercifully short. It was typical and kinda scary that the WWE notified all wrestlers and the crew of the location of the nearest 24-hour medical clinic. They all hated emergency rooms and although the smaller clinics could be just as bad when considering fan reactions, at least they weren't as chaotic as big hospitals. Pulling up into the temporary parking, CJ was pleased to see it wasn't busy. Trying to get in after a Sunday night PPV was a nightmare that Chris usually avoided if he could manage at all, often waiting till the following Monday for treatment. "Okay Adam, let's get you inside." Adam was still moving under his own steam, it was the pain that seemed to be bothering him the most, not surprisingly. Finding the chairs in the waiting area, Chris settled Adam with a gentle brush to his cheek before starting to pace around the room like a fretful tiger. Chris had gone to the reception for them, so they'd be seen in all of about... an hour maybe. Time that was gonna destroy CJ's small reserves of patience no doubt. "Shit." He growled, finally letting out the anger he still felt about what had happened. Time now let�Chris dwell on how Adam had been hurt... and by whom. "If the Fuckhead manages to avoid Steve, he'll end up face first with Dave. Not something he'll enjoy." CJ didn't fight the nasty smirk that crossed his face at that thought. Sure he hated his friends being hurt, but Terry had never been a friend. "That is if Mark doesn't get there first." Raising a brow enquiringly at his lover, CJ's smirk turned to a soft smile. "He's a fine man to have in your corner Babe." When Benoit returned, Chris turned to his long-time friend and smiled his thanks, before making a sharp turn and heading past a small, bird-like woman with a hacking cough. His hand was seriously hurting now and CJ was considering chatting up a nurse to get some painkillers. He'd split them with Adam and everything. **** "That was pretty harsh, Scott, considering that it is his room." Despite Kevin's trying to appear firm in his chastisement, the merriment was still visible in his eyes. Scott continued to smile even as Kevin shifted and Scott found himself in a familiar position, draped over Kevin's lap. He hadn't anticipated getting punished for his little prank, but was pleasantly surprised when informed he would be. As Kevin's hand stroked slowly down his back, he shivered in anticipation. The thrill he always experienced at this point was addictive, even more so than the alcohol he'd been a slave to. He couldn't stop the half moan-half purr that welled from his throat. Automatically following the direction of Kevin's hand, Scott leaned into the gentle kiss that Kevin bestowed on him. As Kevin pulled away, tangling one hand in his hair, Scott licked his lips, impatient now for the first blow. Even with the padding of his pants between Kevin's hands and his ass, the slap was hard enough to sting. "Oh God, Kev," he moaned hoarsely, his groin thrusting harshly against Kevin's thighs. Each successive blow drew a similar response... his back arched, his head tossed back, a look of pure pleasure etched on his face. "Learned your lesson, Bad Guy?" Scott allowed himself another moment of petting from Kev before flipping over, moaning as his ass pressed against Kevin's thighs, his back arching slightly. As he relaxed back against the cushions, he reached for Kevin's hand, smiling lazily as he directed it towards his groin. "Oh I think I learned a lesson alright, but I'm pretty sure it's not the one you intended," he said huskily as he thrust upward into Kevin's hand. "I think there might be a few on the roster that aren't going to appreciate you having taught me this particular lesson either." Smirking, he wiggled his eyebrows at his lover. Kevin had just pretty much guaranteed that Scott was going to annoy the hell out of Bradshaw every chance he got if that was what he could expect in return. Hell he might even go find Heyman and see if he could get the man to turn purple for Kevin's amusement. The thought suddenly entirely too appealing, he sat up and tugged on Kevin's hand to lead him out into the hallway. **** Benoit couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he watched Austin carry CJ off, the blond spouting threats and curses. Jericho had always been a handful, but Austin could handle it. He certainly seemed to be having a grand old time "handling" him right now, anyway. He ignored the dirty look from Adam and started him down the hallway slowly. "Whether you believe me or not, I was all for going to the hospital." Uh-huh. Chris believed completely that Adam would've insisted on CJ getting checked out... while ignoring himself. There were definitely times that Adam's hair colour suited him. Shaking his head a little, Benoit concentrated on moving them toward the exit without jarring Adam's ribs. He wondered just what was up between the two blonds, other than the obvious. Jericho had been mooning after Copeland for a while, and although Benoit had no idea what had happened between them in the last twenty-four hours, he suspected it was a little more than just lust. He'd been Jericho's friend long enough to recognise Jericho's standard reaction when a friend was hurt... and this wasn't it. "...and as much as I love him there is no way that I'm letting him drive one-handed." Well, now. Benoit raised an eyebrow as he gave Adam a sidelong look. That was unexpected. "I... I haven't actually told him." "Oh, for heaven's sake! I hope you're going to tell him, Copeland. If you yank him around, I'm gonna have to hurt you." He managed to keep his voice low and somewhat growly. He even�suppressed the roll of his eyes, although the smirk kept threatening to burst out. Couldn't ruin his rep just because one of his oldest friends had finally gotten together with someone who actually cared about him, after all. 'Bout damned time, though. Jericho had some of the worst taste in men out of anyone Benoit had ever seen... and that included Bret. "Chris? Will Eddie spare you?" "Shit. I have to catch him..." He pulled out his cell phone as he headed around to the driver's door. "We'd really appreciate the help, Benny." "Sure you would. You're stuck with me anyway, Copeland. I wouldn't trust you two to tell a taxi driver the right thing right now." Dialing Eddie's number, he cursed under his breath when he got the voice mail, but left a short message for his lover. Hopefully they'd actually make it back before taping was over. The drive was relatively short, and after he'd gotten the two casualties settled in the waiting room, Benoit went to grab the paperwork. He filled out most of it, knowing Jericho's information from having done this too many times before, but gave up on Adam's information. Heading back to the pair, he nodded at Jericho as the man headed off in search of something or other, and handed the clipboard to Adam. "You'll have to deal with this. I don't know your info." **** to be continued... |