"ITVR: Chapter 42"
Growls.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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The heat shivering through Shawn splintered as Hunter pulled away, backing up against the wall like they'd threatened his life rather than offered their love. His instinctive hurt at the seeming rejection almost immediately smoothed into concern for the man in front of them, eyes wide and face pale.�He took a half a step forward before he realised it and stopped, not wanting to push any further than they already had. Casting a look down at Dave, he winced at the bowed head, guilt almost pouring off the man, and dropped a hand down to his shoulder for reassurance. "Yes." The breathed word brought him to a standstill as his head slowly turned back to Hunter, still pale but a familiar glint in those eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at Hunt, taking in the sight before him. All bronzed flesh and wide hazel eyes and dripping hair and hard throbbing want... A quiet groan made its way out of his throat, his own erection reminding him sharply of his own desires. He watched as Dave moved across the floor to stop in front of Hunter, his breath coming faster at the sight of Dave's fingers ghosting over Hunter's hips, that tongue sliding across Hunt's abdomen... Without realising that he'd moved, he found himself next to the pair, wanting to join in, but half-afraid to interrupt. They'd reached such a delicate balance, and if he jarred it... Burning whiskey eyes met his and he leaned in, not able to keep from touching the men in front of him. One hand clasped Hunter's shoulder, for reassurance and support and he shuddered as Hunter's fingers tangled in his own hair. His other hand dropped to Dave's shoulder, a light touch to keep from distracting him. "Oh God I love you both. So much...." "God..." It was nearly a moan, as caught up in the sizzling heat in those eyes as he was. "Love you, Hunt." His voice was harsh as he pressed closer, unconsciously rocking his aching length against Hunter's hip, his gaze dropping. "...please. Don't stop. Don't stop." "Never," he promised hoarsely, not able to tear his eyes away from the sight of Hunter's cock thrusting into Dave's willing mouth. The sudden clenching of the hand in his hair warned him, and he wrapped his hands around Hunter's head as it snapped back, watching with greedy eyes as Hunter gave himself to them, losing himself in orgasm. Tilting his head, he kissed the side of Hunter's neck, one hand slipping down to caress the heaving chest as he leaned his head on Hunter's shoulder, looking down at Dave, his own eyes dark with lust. What he wanted... god. He shuddered against Hunter's side, his cock throbbing. He wanted so desperately to�feel them, to�take or be taken, he didn't care which. It had been so long...�If he couldn't convince Hunter later that night, he'd make love to Dave right in front of him, until Hunt couldn't deny him. The thought of Dave inside him made him groan and he squeezed his eyes shut. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, he fought to bring himself under control. They didn't have time and he knew it, but his entire body was aching for it. **** "Oh God I love you both. So much... please. Don't stop. Don't stop." His heart skipped a beat and his hands clenched tightly on muscular bronzed thighs. Eyes drifting closed, his throat working convulsively around the hard length now buried in his throat, Dave wondered if he had really heard what he thought he'd just heard. Allowing Hunter's hand to guide him, he increased the strength of his suction, teased Hunter's length with his tongue, even as his mind was trying to wrap around Hunter's words. He met every erratic thrust of Hunter's hips. Relishing the heavy weight of his lover's cock on his tongue, the slide of smooth skin against his lips, the ripple of muscles underneath his fingertips, he pushed his questioning thoughts aside for later examination. Right then he wanted to immerse himself in Hunter... and Shawn. He could smell Shawn's arousal. Opening his eyes he was immediately faced with the erotic sight of Shawn's hard length rubbing against Hunter's hip just a few inches away. Following his line of sight upwards he growled in appreciation at the vision before him... a long stretch of skin on skin, Shawn pressed tightly against Hunter. Feeling Hunter's cock swell against his tongue, he braced himself for that final thrust as Hunter's back arched, his hips snapping forward. Drawing his head back slightly along the hard pulsing shaft, he caught the last of Hunter's release on his tongue. Cognizant of Shawn's continued arousal - it was kind of hard to miss with the evidence right before his eyes - Dave allowed his hands to travel gently up Hunter's thighs, over his hips, to brush against Shawn's as he stood. As much as he wanted to express his thanks to Hunter for allowing him to taste him, he had something he needed to share first. Meeting Shawn's eyes as he gained his feet, Dave smiled at the pure lust exhibited in those blue depths. Leaving his hand to stroke soothingly over Hunter's chest, Dave lifted the other hand to nudge Shawn's chin upward, lifting Shawn's mouth to his own with a gentle pressure. Leaning his body into Hunter's lax one, the kiss he initiated with Shawn was almost animalistic in intensity. Thrusting his tongue past soft lips, he shared the last of Hunter's release with Shawn, rubbing his tongue wildly against his lover's. Growling as Shawn shifted restlessly against Hunter and himself, he lowered his hand over Hunter's ribs and past his hip, searching for his hand. Once he found it, he clasped it gently, giving Hunter a chance to pull away if he chose to do so. As he'd done with Shawn before, he directed Hunter's hand to Shawn's straining length, wrapping his own loosely over top of Hunter's. Knowing that they hadn't much time left for playing, he guided the hand beneath his to a fast pace, allowing Hunter to dictate the tightness of his grip. Breaking the kiss as abruptly as he had initiated it, Dave shifted slightly, pressing his mouth against Shawn's neck and rubbing his tongue over the pulse hidden beneath silky skin. Infused with an overwhelming desire to leave some evidence of their new bond, he bit down firmly on the tanned flesh where Shawn's shoulder met the curve of his neck. **** Despite the shortness of the trip and Benoit's careful driving that had had to be one of the most uncomfortable car rides he'd had to suffer through. Laying down hadn't seemed to help, though Chris' fingers had distracted him somewhat. He'd still been able to feel the nausea creeping up on him. Discounting it as an effect of the concussion and attributing it to his normal motion sickness, he focused on the gentle touch at his temples. Thankful that the ride hadn't been any longer, he managed to make it into the waiting room with Chris' help without the ground spinning or at least feeling as if it were. He smiled at the gentle touch to his face and relaxed against the seat. Then he was watching Chris' restless pacing and it threatened a recurrence of his dizziness. He closed his eyes, the only way he wouldn't be tempted to keep them on Chris, and left his arms curled over his ribs since it seemed to make breathing a little less painful. He knew that he'd have to keep up with deep breathing to avoid the chance of lung infection, but he'd deal with that when he wasn't suffering sitting on one of these hard-as-hell plastic chairs provided by the clinic. "Shit." His eyes popped open again hearing Chris' curse. He tried to figure out what had inspired it, thinking maybe Chris' hand was bothering him more than he'd admitted to, but Chris didn't seem to be interested in his injury at the moment. "If the Fuckhead manages to avoid Steve, he'll end up face first with Dave. Not something he'll enjoy." He tried processing that, he really did, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why Dave would go after 'Fuckhead' as Chris had dubbed him. One of Chris' exes? He couldn't remember ever hearing anything of the sort, but then he preferred to make his own decisions by watching people rather than listen to gossip. Of course Chris had been watching Dave last night... Dave and Shawn. He wasn't worried about it. Just curious why Dave would have any interest in what had happened. Yep, keep telling yourself that Adam and eventually you'll actually believe it. "That is if Mark doesn't get there first." He noticed the look that Chris gave him, but didn't reply immediately. He'd had the feeling that Mark was wrapped up in his own issues when he'd talked to him earlier. Mark might be upset over what had happened, but Adam was fully aware that Mark hadn't really involved himself in the backstage politicking for quite awhile now. With having to deal with the possibility of seeing Shawn with someone new, Mark might be more than distracted. He couldn't see him taking an active involvement in whatever might happen to Terry. Adam honestly didn't care though. He'd much prefer if he got to deal with Terry himself. He owed him. Getting caught up in his own little plots, he hadn't noticed Chris walking away. "You'll have to deal with this. I don't know your info." He looked up and took a moment to focus on his tag partner before he realized what 'this' was. Great. Fucking paperwork. The bane of all mankind. Taking the clipboard he settled it on his lap with a sigh. He was still a little miffed at himself for having spilled the beans to Benoit earlier. So help him if Benoit said anything he'd kick the man in the ass. He knew he would tell Chris how he felt eventually, he just didn't want it to be... too soon. Would Chris even believe his feelings were genuine if less than 24 hours after they'd gotten together he professed his love for him? Most likely not. Besides, with his luck Chris would drop him slicker than shit once he had to actually deal with him being injured. He wasn't the easiest patient and he knew it. It'd be pretty pathetic to tell the man he loved him and get dumped the next week once Chris got tired of his attitude. Okay he knew he wasn't being rational at the moment, but that was part of the problem. Turning his attention back to the clipboard, he tried to focus on the page in front of him... 'tried' being the operative word. Why the hell did they insist on using such tiny print on these damn things? He managed his name, address, and phone number with little problem. Then he lifted his head and noticed Chris' absence. Nice time to notice, Copeland. He knew that Chris was here somewhere, he'd just better not try skipping out on getting his own X-rays. Back to the stupid forms. He stared for a moment at the spot that said birth date. It took him longer than it should have to come up with that one. God he hated concussions. Social security number? Christ, he wasn't even going to attempt it. He was reaching for his wallet before he remembered that he was still in his workout clothes and his wallet was in his bag... back at the arena. Fuck! Flashing a quick glance at Benoit, he decided he was not going to ask him for help. He'd make some big deal out of it and that wouldn't get him any points when the man had already threatened to change his mind about what he'd said to Vince. Chris was still MIA, though he probably wouldn't have asked him either. Chris would jump on the bandwagon with Benoit the first chance he got. Adam hadn't missed the look Chris had given him when he said he was still going to wrestle both Sunday and Monday. His lover probably would have informed Steve that his brains were indeed scattered all over the arena wall if he hadn't been busy cussing the man out for throwing him over his shoulder. Looking back at the paper, he growled quietly without even realizing it. Damn it. He'd just have to sweet-talk the lady at the registration desk into filling it out for him. If he didn't have to concentrate on reading the stupid thing maybe his head wouldn't throb so badly and he'd be able to concentrate on coming up with the answers. Slanting another glance at the Rabid Wolverine, he pushed himself out of his chair and turned towards the registration desk. **** Closing his eyes against the hot water pounding down on him, Mark's mind called up the image that he'd seen so recently�of Jeff, standing in front of him... naked. Shaking his head, he banished the thought. It would probably come back to haunt him in his dreams, but those at least he could claim he had no control over. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and touch, but he knew better. The kid had been so frighteningly ready to do whatever he thought it took to get that contract... What the hell went on in that tie-dyed head of his? The slowly-dawning realisation in those cold eyes, the arms wrapped around the thin stomach to ward off hurt... He just wanted to reach out and pull Jeff close and protect him. Damn. Opening his eyes again, Mark rushed through the rest of his shower, ignoring the low rumblings of lust that were edging his nerves. He needed to deal with Jeff as an equal, as much as he could. The kid had obviously had some bad experiences, although he hadn't thought anything had gone down in the WWE. He'd never heard anything, anyway, although that wasn't much of a guarantee anymore. Toweling himself dry, he nodded to himself. It was definitely long past time to take his place backstage again, especially if he was going to be responsible for the blur of motion that he'd left in his locker room. Jeff might want his job back pretty badly, but Mark suspected good intentions wouldn't get them very far. Wrapping the wet towel around his waist, he gathered up his things and re-entered the main room, almost dreading what he might see... but it was empty. A feeling of disappointment welled up inside him when he realised that Jeff had fled, taking the opportunity Mark had given him to escape.�He'd hoped... but no. He couldn't blame Hardy for not wanting to stick around and chat with him, not after the misunderstanding they'd had. Well... next time he saw him, he'd offer what he could. The kid looked like he needed a friend, and since any other option was pretty unthinkable at this point, that's what Mark would try to be for him. He dressed quickly, deciding to carry his coat for the moment. He'd better hunt down Heyman, he decided reluctantly, and see what exactly the plan was for the evening. His lip curled at the name. The slimy little bastard. If Heyman made one more even slightly suggestive comment to him tonight, he was going to punch him. He'd dealt with it for the last few weeks, but his patience tonight was a little thin. Settling his hat on his head, he opened the door and stepped out. The door swung closed behind him without him even noticing as his gaze fixed almost immediately on the figure huddled by the door. Kneeling on one leg, Mark put a tentative hand on Jeff's arm. "Jeff? What're ya doin' out here like this?" Damn. His drawl had come out unintentionally, the worry he felt colouring his voice. **** That strong hand once again on his shoulder caused Jeff to relax the tension that had gripped him since he'd seen the door open. 'Taker was dressed in his ring attire now, the black pants, shirt and hat giving him that glorious wild west aura he'd made an art form. The folded leather jacket�just screaming at Jeff to run his fingers over it, calling like a raunchy siren. And�'Taker, whew what a look.�Jeff would swear he could feel the relaxed confidence of the man through those gloved fingers. What're ya doin' out here like this? And oh god what a voice,�infused even more�with that Texan drawl, going straight to some hidden spot inside Jeff that he would deny even existed. Bracing himself mentally, Jeff hushed all that kind of thinking and set his mind to the job of fixing his mistake. Not moving his cheek from its resting spot, Jeff answered Mark's question with an apology he knew was vital if he was going to regain the man's�respect. "Waitin' for you," Jeff's smile was probably odd from this angle. "A thousand times sayin' I'm sorry couldn't make up for what I just did. It was despicable of me, thinkin' you would try somethin' like that. That you'd need to, even." Because really, what had been Jeff thinking? That Mark would need to bribe someone into his bed? God, the man�probably had a waiting room full of people just hoping on the off chance.... "I won't lie though. That you went into bat with Vince over this... it shocks the hell out of me man. The only reason I can come up with for you doing this, is that you're insane. Totally nuts. You really don't know what you're letting yourself in for being 'responsible' for me. Case in point..." Jeff lifted his head to point over�his own shoulder into Mark's dressing room. "...that will not be the last time I react like an idiot to something I misunderstand, and I'll probably do worse than try and jump you in a shower." It was difficult to read Mark's reactions to this. Jeff had no clue what was going on in that dark head and he suddenly, passionately wished he could. Hah. If wishes were horses.�Still. Jeff was feeling a million times better now that Mark was listening to him and not walking off in dignified disgust. Sliding quickly to his feet in a fluid move more often performed under ladders, Jeff bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment while he watched Mark rise also. Fuckin' hell, the man was huge. Focus Hardy, focus. He's not in your corner yet. His usual frenetic energy returning like a torrent, Jeff was jittery with the possibilities this night could bring. "So... I'm givin' you an out here 'Taker." Please don't take it. "You've got enough going on without training and watching over me for the next few months." But if you would I'd just... "I can try another tack with Vince when he's cooled down, make some more concessions." That he won't consider for a second. "I guess I'm sayin'... you don't have to do this. Not for me." But if he did Jeff would kill himself to find a way, some way�Mark wanted,�to repay him **** Glen shook his head as he watched Sean bouncing down the hall ahead of him. Now that they had Terry settled in a room until Mr. McMahon could deal with him, they really should be heading to the gym. They weren't of course because Sean wanted to go "talk" to Shawn, Dave, and Hunter... in other words, he wanted to be nosy. "I'm just going to knock on the door. If they don't answer, then I'll leave them alone." Glen stopped next to him in front of the door and crossed his arms over his chest, obvious disbelief written on his face. Sean scowled up at his lover. "For now," he amended. Glen rolled his eyes and scowled right back. "Sean, if they were ready to tell you, they would have. This is obviously new... I'm guessing last night or this morning and from the looks of Dave's face it wasn't all chocolate and roses." Glen sighed over the mulish expression on Sean's face. "How long were we together before you were ready to tell them all about it?" "But that was only because..." Sean started out heatedly. "Shh," Glen said, raising a hand to stop Sean's explanation before he got all worked up. "I know, you didn't want me to have to suffer through all their grilling when we were starting out. I understand that, but don't you think that Dave deserves the same thing?" Sean looked down thoughtfully at his shoes for a moment before cocking his head and looking at Glen. "You know that you are part of the family now... don't you?" Glen smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Of course, but why don't we give them a little time to work things out before we toss them in the deep end?" "Alright, alright. Fine, I'll wait, but..." "Oh god... Shawn!" Two heads snapped towards the door, Sean's mouth dropped open and Glen raised his brows. Next thing he knew, Sean was kneeling next to the door with his ear against it. Casting a quick look at Glen he grinned evilly. "Damn Glen, I think he might even be louder than you and Shawn." Glen smothered a laugh with his hand, his face turning slightly pink. "Are you done now?" "Oh hell no. We haven't heard from Shawn yet and I've always kind of wondered if Hunter was noisy too." Sean said, his ear still pressed against the door. When he got down on his hands and knees and tried to peep under the door as well, Glen wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him off his feet. "Okay, that's enough. You are not going to spy on them. If they wanted you to see it, the door wouldn't be locked." "Wait!" Sean said as he made a frantic grab for the doorknob, just catching it with the end of his fingertips before Glen started walking down the hall with him in tow. "How do you know the door is locked?" "Shawn saw you giving him the eye in the hallway. Do you honestly think he'd start something like that and not lock the door?" Finally reaching the locker room, Glen deposited Sean on a bench and smiled at him. "How do you know Shawn started it?" Sean asked with a puzzled expression. "Because he's Shawn..." Glen stated with a grin as he tossed his things into a locker. **** Chris was running out of luck on whole drug hunt. The three nurses/doctors he'd spoken to weren't about to issue painkillers without an examination and when CJ charmingly invited them to come and do said examination they all gestured towards the waiting area with exasperated expressions. Chris wasn't being that annoying,�not like he was�trying to jump in first over a burn victim or anything, he'd just planned on snagging some 'not-busy' looking medic and begging for some drugs. Giving up, he was�wandering back towards the waiting area when he heard a familiar exclamation. "Wow Y2J! Cool. I knew you guys were in town, how ya doing Man?" Feeling a satisfied smile bloom on his face, Chris swung around towards the white coated young man approaching him. He didn't watch enough television to know the difference between Doctors, Attendents, Interns and whatever, just that this guy had the white coat happening so maybe he wasn't the cleaner. "Hey Buddy." Chris turned on the charm. "Haven't started the taping yet. You coming to the show?" Holding his hand a little more obviously than he had been, Chris indicated he wanted to walk back to waiting area. "Nahh,�rostered on all night. I'm Tom by the way. Man I didn't think we'd see anyone tonight, you guys don't really get hurt that often do you?" Tom's question�ended in a gape as he spotted Edge and Chris Benoit loitering amongst the plastic seats. "Shit Chris, what happened? You have a car accident or something?" "Just a mistake during warm up that's all," Chris reassured him. No chance they were going to explain how they were injured to a chatty young doctor. Chris wasn't too sure what Tom was, but then many fans lost intelligence points when face to face with wrestlers in real life. CJ liked to think they weren't�dropping down to the common denominator, but with guys like Terry you couldn't blame them. "Can you hurry things up for us Tom? We really need to get back to the arena or Vince'll freak." Vince wouldn't, but letting fans think Vince was the tyrant he appeared to be on TV often gave them a great support network. Chris spied Adam just rising from his chair with a clipboard in hand. His lover looked paler if that were possible and CJ decided if Tom couldn't help them he'd walk to an all-night drug store if he had to, just to get something stronger for Adam. "I don't think so Jim." Chris lifted the clipboard from Adam's finger's easily with his good hand and gently pushed the blond back into his seat. "I'll take care of this shit. You and Benoit explain to Tom here how you're doing and see if he'll help us jump the queue for X-rays." CJ grinned at Tom who now had a professional face on and was looking at a board behind the reception area. Something seemed to work in their favour for a change, because after a quick discussion with the formidable woman behind the counter, Tom came back over, a pleased grin on his face. "A room just opened up so I snagged it for you." He crossed back towards Adam. "Hey Edge... I'm Tom Gerentz. Can you stand again? Great. Looks like you're ribs am I right? Okay... just down here... yep here. Have you been checked at the arena? Good. Just going to do the once over and I'll organise those scans." CJ watched as Adam was shepherded into a room, normally towering over the average-heighted Tom, but less so considering the slight hunch he was adopting to comfort his ribs. Finishing Adam's paperwork took less than a minute. Smiling at the receptionist to mollify her slightly pissed expression, CJ turned towards the cubical containing his lover to find his path blocked by one of his oldest friends. Eyeing the man who'd shared more of his life than just about anyone, Chris knew he'd never lie to the other Chris, no matter what the cause. The concern he saw in his friend's eyes was comforting, but also mildly annoying. "I'm not going to hurt him Benny. You don't have to read me the riot act or anything." Benoit didn't talk much, but when he did he could cut you up like ribbons if he so chose. CJ hoped there wouldn't be�any ribbon cutting in his future. **** "I don't think so Jim." Adam blinked as Chris pushed him back down into his seat. Okay... at least he didn't have to go through the process of trying to remember the rest of his info. Thank god. Before he had a chance to think about anything else he was faced with Dr. Tom. Dr. Tom was a fan... obvious by the form of address that he used. That might actually work to his advantage, at least he hoped so. Still guarding his ribs, he walked into the room indicated and sat on the examination table. Doing a quick scan of the doorway to make sure Benoit hadn't followed him into the room and that Chris still wasn't present, Adam eyeballed good ol' Dr. Tom. "Before they come in here... The trainer said he's pretty sure that I only cracked my ribs. If it shows up on the X-rays as a break, I'm asking you not to say anything in front of them," he said pointing vaguely towards the door to indicate Chris and Chris. "They've got this psycho big brother thing going on right now like they're afraid I'm going to fall over dead and I've already had to argue with them about my match on Sunday. I promise I'll tell Vince about it myself if they are broken and I'll get you tickets for the show next time we're in town. They really don't hurt too badly right now... well, except when I move... and when I breathe." "Well breathing is kind of necessary, don't you think?" Okay, he really didn't need the sarcasm. "Obviously, but I know you can't give me anything else for the pain right now because of the concussion. Can you get me a pressure bandage for tonight? I promise I'll take it off as soon as the taping is over. We have to go back to the arena for awhile. Then I'll do the whole deep breathing, no tape, et cetera." Adam looked at him hopefully. At least then he wouldn't have to cling to Benoit again tonight. Not that there was anything wrong with Benoit, but it was a little aggravating to have to be helped around like an invalid. The only reason he didn't mind Chris doing it was because Chris was his lover and it gave him a chance to wrap an arm around him. And despite what Chris thought they were going to have to go back to the arena. Since they had taken the car, Jay and Ty would need a ride, and he really didn't want to take the chance that they would forget his and Chris' bags, especially with his wallet inside his. "If there isn't anything broken then I'll get you the wrap. Speaking of the concussion... why don't you tell me about that," Tom said as he jotted down some notes on a paper. "Didn't lose consciousness that I know of, you can ask Chris for sure, but I was pretty out of it immediately after. Since then... dizziness, headache which is now worse after trying to read that tiny freaking print on those forms. Uh, I think it was because of the headache, but it took me a bit to come up with some of the information for them." He might as well be completely honest. If Chris found out he didn't give the doctor all of the details, he'd catch hell. He just didn't want Chris to worry any more than he already was. "That's normal for some people. If it gets worse though, you need to get back in to get checked. Let's do the X-rays. As long as there is no break, I'll get you the wrap and a prescription for Tylenol with codeine, but you have to stick to regular Tylenol until this time tomorrow. Follow regular procedure for a concussion. I'm sure you know the drill." Adam nodded, but only once, he did not want another repeat of the dizziness if he could help it. "So you really plan on wrestling on Sunday?" Whoops. That didn't sound very positive of good ol' Dr. Tom. Now he was going to have to fight with him too? "I really hate missing matches and I'm not planning on any insane bumps. If I can get through the one on Sunday and the one Monday then I'll have a whole week off to lay around and do nothing and I still have four days until Sunday. If you tell me that I absolutely cannot do it... then I won't, but I'm hoping you won't say that." "Let's see what the X-rays say first, although I should give you hell for planning on going out there with a concussion." Dr. Tom was trying to look stern, but as young as he was it was really hard to take it to heart. Just then, Adam heard the murmur of voices outside the door. Looked like Chris had his information filled out. Turning back to Dr. Tom, he smirked. "Oh and don't let Jericho sneak off without having his hand X-rayed. He'll try it. In fact, I think you should make him go first just to make sure he doesn't." Okay so maybe that was a little underhanded, but if it got the job done... Now all he had to do was hope that Dr. Tom agreed to do it. **** Hunter could feel a single drop of water slide from his temple, across his cheek and down his throat. With his head against the wall, the shower spray was hitting his chest and stomach with a pleasant, relaxing heat. The tingling sensation was still running along Hunt�s limbs, leaving him lightheaded and almost high. That had been, well, with all the emotional baggage it�d bonfired, the best sex Hunter could ever remember having. Opening sleepy lids to half-mast, Hunter allowed Dave, his beloved Dave, to walk his hand across to Shawn�s insistent erection. Hunter had kinda liked it pressed against his hip. In fact, Hunter was now thinking of lots of places he�d like that hard length pressed against, and into, and along. Bubbles of bliss were beginning to form in his stomach and chest, making Hunt want to shout out with laughter or just giggle like a loon. He felt as if a heavy weight that he hadn�t known he�d been carrying was gone. The feel of Shawn�s shudder and the slight mew of mingled lust and pain drew Hunter�s eyes away from the beautiful sight of his hands up to his lovers� faces. Shawn�s eyes were closed, his body still pressed obscenely close to Hunter�s own, slippery form. At the junction of the blond�s shoulder, Dave�s dark head was moving, teasing, kissing and sucking on what Hunt was determining to be one of Shawn�s erogenous zones. Dave leaning up slightly to kiss again at Shawn�s flesh exposed a small red spot beginning to darken on the smooth golden curve of his friend�s shoulder. God� Dave had bitten him. Even with a post-orgasmic lassitude now smothering his limbs, Hunter felt the eroticism of that one act shoot directly to his heart. A heart now freed from the bindings Hunter had inadvertently placed on himself. Blinking out of his haze, Hunt became crashingly aware of his surroundings. The sharp, hot impact of water on his skin, the weight of Dave as the big man leaned against him, the echo of Shawn�s moans as his partner was brilliantly jacked off right beside him. Leaning over to catch the next moan in his mouth, Hunter softly pressed his lips to Shawn�s. At last. He could have this now, all of this. And damn� did Hunter want it. Electrified by the passion now unleashed within him, Hunter let a small growl issue from his throat, rivaling Dave�s earlier one. Shawn had started this. His friend had suggested he could love both Hunter and Dave equally if they gave him the chance. And it had been Shawn who�d started this erotic interlude when he�d deliberately locked the outer door. So now� �Your turn,� Hunter said against Shawn�s lips, in a voice that may have sounded angry if it hadn�t been infused with lust. Up until now, Hunter had been fairly passive in their lovemaking, only touching and stroking his lovers while they were pleasured by each other. Not anymore. Demonstrating in one move that he had as much not-so-hidden power as Dave, Hunter caught Shawn by the waist one-armed and turning, pressed the smaller man hard against the shower wall. Using his body mass along Shawn�s side to hold his lover in place, Hunter tightened his grip on the hard length in his hand. Returning to the pace Dave had set for them earlier, Hunt used his other hand at Shawn�s neck to tug that beautiful face up to his, stealing the deep blue gaze with confident, half-closed eyes. A twist and his hand was out from under Dave�s hot wet fingers. While the other man continued working that hard satin flesh, causing delightful sexy pants from the man he had trapped, Hunter rubbed his palm over the swollen sensitive head of Shawn�s shaft, deliberately causing slower sensations to counter Dave�s swift, tight strokes. Still forcing Shawn to keep his eyes open by the intensity of his gaze, Hunter spoke once again. �C�mon Heartbreaker,� he encouraged hotly. �Come for us Darling� show us� show us.� **** Trembling from the pure want running through him, Shawn couldn't tear his eyes away from Dave's as the big man rose to his feet, the smile on his face promising so much... His fingers clenched briefly on Hunter's shoulder as Dave lifted his chin and kissed him,�possessed him, the intensity nearly knocking him off his feet. The long dreamt-of flavour of Hunter's release exploded across his tongue as Dave shared it with him and he groaned deeply, the shivers running through him having nothing to do with being cold. Shifting against his lovers, searching for relief, the sudden pressure of fingers clasping around his aching length made him stiffen, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried frantically to control himself. Realising that there were two hands on him made his eyes fly open again to lock onto the sight of those hands stroking him. Lost in sensation, all Shawn could do was moan as Dave pulled his mouth away. The feel of those lips on his neck prompted him to tilt his head back with a whimper, offering Dave his throat. The metal bar sliding across his pulse caused another shudder and Shawn lifted�his free arm to wrap around Dave's shoulder. Groaning at the play of hot tongue on one of the most sensitive spots on his body, the sudden sharp pain of his lover biting down there was almost too much. His body tensed and a strangled cry escaped almost as a mewling sound, his hips thrusting his cock frantically through his lovers' joined hands. Relaxing after an instant of strained expectation, he bit his lip as Dave continued to lick and suck along the sensitive skin of his neck, each touch sending his nerves a little higher, closer to that edge. Returning Hunter's kiss almost desperately, the growl against his lips only added to the lust singing through his body. "Your turn." Caught off guard, Shawn found himself pressed up against the wall before he'd realised that he was moving; the cool tile made him shiver, but the chill was almost instantly forgotten as his lovers increased their efforts. A sharp cry escaped his lips as the hands on his length tightened their grasp, his hips twisting as his head fell back against the wall before being pulled back up to meet the burning amber gaze that almost impaled him with its intensity. The sudden change in touch, the dual sensations winding through him,�sent his arousal skyrocketing, his breath coming in short sharp pants.�His fingers tightened on Dave's shoulder as he whimpered his name, wanting to look down, to watch their efforts, but not able to tear his eyes away from Hunter's. "Come for us Darling� show us� show us." His eyes widened at the commanding tone in Hunter's voice, but whatever�Dave did with those clever fingers, combined with those words, was all it took. His body stiffened, his hips bucking under the dual touch, and a wordless wail clawed its way out of his throat as he surrendered, his release washing over him in waves. The only thing keeping him up was the pressure from his lovers, holding him upright. He shook his head a little, trying to speak, but only a hoarse noise escaped. Great; if he'd lost his voice, wouldn't�Vince just love that? After all the abuse he'd put it through today, he shouldn't be surprised, but it could be kind of interesting trying to convince the man that he'd caught a cold... after Hunter had his talk with him. Hopefully it was just temporary... Wincing at the soreness in his throat, he met each of his lovers' eyes in turn, a soft smile on his lips, trying to convey the depths of his emotion. He knew they were out of time, but he really didn't want to move just yet. **** to be continued... |