"ITVR: Chapter 43"
Dances.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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They were terribly cute, Benoit decided with a smirk as he watched the little dance the blonds were performing with each other. Both of them injured and both of them acting like it was nothing while insisting that the other one get attention now... yeah. Somehow, what Adam had inadvertently revealed to him earlier just didn't surprise him.�He'd known for a while that CJ had a thing for Copeland; he just hadn't realised how serious it could be until this evening. "I'm not going to hurt him Benny. You don't have to read me the riot act or anything." He finally let his smile show as he shook his head slightly. "I'd better not. He's good for you, CJ." Casting another glance over his long-time friend, he nodded to himself. Jericho was visibly happier today than he had been this same time yesterday, even with the overriding concern for Adam that he was radiating. Knowing how Adam felt made Benoit feel better about the whole thing, even being familiar with Copeland's reputation, since he was aware of at least the general reasons why that had gone down. What anyone saw in Terry, he'd never know, but he rather thought that no one would have to worry about that for too much longer anyway. Pausing, he debated saying more, but his attention was caught by the doctor approaching them. Before they could ask anything, he handed a clipboard to Benoit and tilted his head at CJ. "If you can fill out the paperwork for your friend here, I'll see that he gets his X-rays too." Benoit's eyebrows lifted briefly. Was that a smile he'd glimpsed for an instant on the doctor's face? Snickering quietly, he nodded, pushing the suddenly frowning Jericho forward. "Have at. He's a bitch of a patient, though," Benoit said in a level voice before sitting and starting on the forms. He'd done this often enough that he knew most of Jericho's info, and anything he didn't know CJ could finish when he came back out. **** "Waitin' for you." Of all the answers he could've heard, that was probably the one he'd least expected. He'd been sure that Jeff would run like hell, having just embarrassed himself so badly... and having been so obviously tense the whole time on top of it. Mark couldn't quite hide the relief in his eyes as he allowed himself to relax a little. "A thousand times sayin' I'm sorry couldn't make up for what I just did.... That you'd need to, even." And then that tension was back as he forced himself not to show his surprise. That Jeff was apologising was surprising but not shocking. The fact that he was apologising for thinking what he had... well. That was different. The assumption Hardy had made wasn't that uncommon backstage, after all, and given what Mark had said he was perfectly justified in having taken it that way. No matter how much he might regret having phrased his words that way, though, Mark had to admit that the momentary glimpse of the young man in front of him had been amazing. Guilt welled up in him at that thought; taking enjoyment from someone else's pain and distress wasn't like him, and the incident had obviously distressed the man sitting in front of him. As the last words penetrated his thoughts, he blinked before schooling his face to calmness again. Had Jeff thought about his sex life? That would be... Mark couldn't even think of words for how that made him feel. Confused, mostly. Their angle together had been brief, their match amazing, and their respect mutual. Were other things mutual too? No. This wasn't the time or the place to be thinking about that, especially not now that he'd taken on Jeff as his responsibility. He'd never taken advantage of someone in their weakness and he was damned if he was going to start now... especially with this tumultuous young man. "You really don't know what you're letting yourself in for.... I'll probably do worse than try and jump you in a shower." Lord, he wished that Jeff would try worse... Dammit! He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him even as he forced back a sudden smile. He did have a pretty good idea of what he was in for; he'd been through it before, after all. First thing he was going to do after talking to the slime ball was hunt down Shawn and ask him to help out. If nothing else, training with the kid would probably be fun, and any advice Heartbreaker could give him on dealing with someone like Jeff would be from first-hand knowledge of how that sort of personality worked. Standing up slowly, he wondered if he'd even be able to keep up with Jeff. His age was starting to show, after all. "I guess I'm sayin'... you don't have to do this. Not for me." Allowing his eyebrow to raise, Mark cocked his head at Jeff, seeing more than the kid probably thought he did in those oh-so-casually said words. He thought he wasn't worth Mark doing this, did he? They'd have to see about changing that. "Why not? Sayin' you're not worth it?" He paused, seeing the badly concealed reaction to those softly drawled words, and continued before Jeff could speak. "You're wrong. You've got talent and charisma and looks, an' Vince was an idiot for lettin' you go." He stopped again as he realised what he'd just said. Hopefully Jeff wouldn't read too much into that comment; even if they didn't have this contract agreement hanging over their heads now, there was no way in hell he'd take advantage of Jeff's insecurities. Not when he wanted so much more than just a casual fling... Clearing his throat, he said gruffly, "I keep my word, Jeff, an' I gave my word to Vince that I'd watch out for you. Two months, that's all." He turned slightly, plucking at his coat to keep from reaching out and touching the man. "I have to talk to Heyman." He couldn't quite keep the edge of disgust out of his voice. "After that, I should see if Heartbreaker's around and have a chat with him before taping starts. If you want, you can come along... maybe stop in and see Vince after to get that contract signed." He found himself almost holding his breath, waiting for Jeff's answer, and cursed himself for an old fool. Like the whirlwind would want to follow his old ass around backstage. Surely he had more entertaining things to do... things that definitely wouldn't include him. **** The way Shawn reacted to his love bite was so damn erotic that he wished once again that they had more time. The sound Shawn made rippled over his skin like a wave, his own shudder meshing nicely with Shawn's. He felt the surge of Shawn's hips driving his hard length wildly through their hands and teased his tongue gently over the reddening skin on Shawn's shoulder. It took him a moment to realize that Hunter was kissing Shawn, but once he did he couldn't help the huge grin that he had to hide against Shawn's shoulder. He wasn't sure that Hunter's little problem was 100% gone, but at least for the moment it looked like it was a non-issue. And damn wasn't that growl just fucking sexy as hell? Good thing Hunter had never made that particular noise around him before now because Dave didn't know if he'd have been able to resist it... now he didn't have to. The sudden shift in their positions distracted him not at all from the mission he was on of tasting every little inch of Shawn's neck. He felt the change in Hunter's grip beneath his hand and heard the sharp cry it reaped from Shawn. God he was close, just a little more. Then Hunter's hand shifted again and Dave picked up where Hunter had left off, his hand bumping against Hunter's where he was touching the head of Shawn's cock. Shawn's hand clenching on his shoulder, short sharp pants followed by the whimper of his name, Hunter's voice low and commanding... Dave responded by adding a little twist to his wrist as he stroked hard and fast along Shawn's length. Shawn's wail of pleasure was a completely satisfying reward for his and Hunter's efforts. His orgasm was just as energetic and enthusiastic as everything Shawn did... completely full tilt. Despite his own incredible sense of fulfillment with his release earlier, it had taken the fulfillment of the other two to make his own complete. As he watched Shawn relax against the wall, he smiled. Of course realizing that Shawn had screamed himself hoarse was a bit amusing, but a bit worrying as well. Shawn had been rather vocal today between the fight with Hunter and the two encounters they'd all had together. The crying surely hadn't helped either. He was thankful that at least that part of the problem was over now. He couldn't stand to see Shawn crying. Leaning in, Dave pressed a soft kiss against his lips in reply to the emotions he saw lingering in Shawn's. His eyes shifted to the mark on Shawn's shoulder and he grimaced. He hadn't really meant to bite Shawn, it had been instinctive on some level. Lifting one hand, he gingerly ran a finger over the mark. Locking his eyes with Shawn's once again, he smiled even as he blushed. Not being able to control himself was something new and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. "I'm sorry. If you don't kill me, I think maybe the makeup people will." Despite his other emotions regarding the matter, he couldn't help the tiny little thrill of knowing that the evidence of his feelings for Shawn would be visible to everyone. They really didn't have more time at all, but there was something yet that he needed to say before the mad dash to get Hunter ready to go see Vince. Pulling slightly away from Shawn and letting Hunter remain to hold the man up, Dave lifted a gentle hand to Hunter's cheek, tracing over the skin with his fingertips. "And you... Thank you," he said softly before pressing his lips gently against Hunters, "�for trusting me enough to let me taste you. It was worth waiting for." Now they really had to get moving. Wrapping an arm around Hunter's waist, he shifted and backed Hunter under the spray of water. "You need to get rinsed off and go get dressed or you're going to be late meeting Vince. I think we'd all prefer it if he wasn't ticked off by you being tardy with what you have to tell him." **** "... but I'm pretty sure it's not the one you intended." Kevin bit back his response as Scott arched up against his hand, his lover's reaction to the teasing blows obvious even through the denim covering him. God, he wanted nothing more than to strip Scott naked, throw him down onto his hands and knees, and fuck him raw... but he couldn't. Not the lack of privacy, but his own body was conspiring against him. As much as he wanted to, he just wasn't there yet. He let his eyes wander over Scott's body, taking in the growing arousal that was obvious to him... but the mischievous glint in Scotty's eyes warned him that his lover wasn't quite ready to lie back and take what was coming to him any more than he was ready to dish it out. Groaning a little as Scott jumped to his feet, pulling at his hand, he followed Scotty out of the room and down the hall, half-afraid to think about what trouble he was plotting. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realised that he was noticeably acting out of character by docilely following Scott around like this, but he didn't give a damn. Something in their relationship had changed that morning and they were still adjusting to it; they probably would be for a while. Fuck anybody who tried to pry into that; it was nobody's business but their own and he'd�make sure it stayed that way. Preoccupied with his half-wry, half-defensive thoughts, Kevin only realised that Scott had found who he was looking for when he heard the slow drawl, the old Razor accent noticeable as Scotty greeted the man in front of them. Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Kevin made a mental note to ask Scott to use that accent more often. He'd almost forgotten what it could do to him, hearing his lover's voice go even lower, almost�purring around the letters. **** He's good for you, CJ. Chris hadn�t realized how much he�d been hoping for a positive reaction from his friend till he heard the words. He�d often used Chris� inbuilt bullshit meter to judge a few of his past conquests and while he hadn�t ended a relationship on Benoit�s say so, he�d certainly looked at his partner through fresh eyes if Chris had avoided the guy. It was almost karma really, that the man he�d fallen very hard for was a friend of Benoit�s, as well as being his current tag team partner. There was nothing like spending every moment of your work day with someone to learn their good points and more importantly their bad. �Thanks Chris, � CJ bumped shoulders with Benoit as they reached Adam�s room. �I�ll try not to distract him too much till your programme�s done at least.� I'll see that he gets his X-rays too. �Oh great, so it�s a conspiracy is it?� CJ demanded jokingly, with a poor attempt to hide his taped hand behind his back. Chris had thought he was the shameless hussy in this relationship, but it seemed like Adam had turned those soulful green eyes on Intern Tom here. The kid never stood a chance, CJ sure hadn�t. �Fine, let�s get this over with, then Adam right?� Chris winked at Benoit, then followed Tom down the hallway towards the rooms marked �Maystron Imaging�. Enduring his sore hand being gently manipulated and posed, just made the throbbing ache become more intense. So CJ let everyone in hearing distance know, in exacting detail, what hurt, what didn�t, how much it hurt on a scale of one to ten and if it hurt less or more depending on what he was moving. Fortunately for his continued breathing, Chris gave his commentary in a lighthearted and totally unrealistic manner. He wasn�t as bad a patient as some, mostly because he possessed the bizarre talent of being able to amuse himself easily, but he was still damn annoying for Tom and the technicians. When they were finished, Chris noticed they were all smiling� probably relief but hey, they�d been quick. Very quick. Back into the hallway to find Adam leaning against the wall ready for his turn, Chris snuck under Adam�s arm on the pretense of helping him walk. Keeping his grip gentle, but firm, CJ walked Adam into the X-ray rooms and into Tom�s professional care. It would be far worse for Adam to lie still for the procedure, that while not painful, was uncomfortable at the best of times. Chris was starting to see the lines of pain around Adam�s sweet mouth begin to deepen. The basic painkillers Sandburg had given him were obviously not doing the job, but he�d be denied anything much stronger till the concussion was no longer in the danger zone. Well there were other pain-reducing techniques that Chris knew and as soon as he could get Adam alone, naked and in bed, he�d demonstrate all of them. Even one handed he could get Adam at least relaxed enough to sleep for a while and right now, getting his lover comfortable was his main priority. Adam�s face when he left the room was the colour of ashes and CJ�s lips tightened at the obvious pain the blond was enduring. Damn Terry and his revolting jealousy. He�d caused this just because he�d been caught being a complete asshole and then realized subsequently what he�d been throwing away by cheating on Adam. Stupid Fuckhead. Why the hell couldn�t he act a like a grown-up and get over it? Not that Chris could blame him for being wrapped up in what the green-eyed blond said and did every day, he was the biggest sucker for Adam�s company there was. But Terry was the one who gave away heaven when he�d held it, the Fuckhead had no right to hurt Adam again just because he couldn�t keep his dick in his pants. Stowing the slowly building fury he felt beginning to return, Chris once again hooked his good arm around Adam�s waist and looked knowingly at Tom when the young attendant returned. He looked quite serious, but CJ got in first. �Let me guess. Proximal phalange base fracture of the ring and little fingers, I know.� Seeing Tom�s curious expression CJ relented. �Trust me, I can tell and this isn�t the first time I�ve seen a broken finger or two. But considering they were squashed and not bent, you�re not thinking pins or anything drastic. So it�s tape, a pretty plastic mini-cast and elevation am I right? Good. Now that I�m done, what about Adam? Are they broke Tom? Can he ride in the Grand National or not?� **** "Hey, if it isn't Paul E.," Scott practically purred as he swaggered up next to the man, Razor Ramon persona firmly in place, before leaning his forearms against a crate. "Kev and I were just talking about you, man. See we were wondering which one of those brilliant writers came up with this storyline for you and Mark." Of course his emphasis on 'brilliant' was exaggerated, but not enough for Heyman to catch, obviously. "Actually it was my idea. All mine." Heyman looked particularly happy to accept all the praise for the idea. "Oh, it was you? You came up with that all on your very own? Well, damn. That's too bad, Paul E." Scott got a particular thrill out of saying Paul E., rolling the words together as if they were one. If only because the fat, balding man reminded him of Paulie, the slime bag brother-in-law from the Rocky movies, and it was an insult that Heyman would never figure out... Kev would though. "See I was just telling Kev how much this storyline... sucks." Heyman's beady little eyes fixed on Scott in surprise. "Yeah... sucks, just like..." Scott raised one fist and made an unmistakable gesture or it was when coupled with his tongue poking obscenely against the side of his cheek. Heyman cocked his head to the side, still not quite figuring out that he'd been insulted. "Whoa, man. Can you tilt your head back the other way? I'm catchin' the glare from the lights off the top of your head. I think I'm blind!" Scott could see the slow progress of Heyman's color change from pasty white to pale pink. Still not good enough. He was going for purple... dark red at the very least. "Oh and before I forget. Vince got a call from Pennzoil, they want to sponsor the next oil change for your hair." Just then out of the corner of his eye, Scott saw Mark approaching them. His eyes showed momentary surprise at Mark's companion, but other than that Scott reacted not at all. Back for another round? Or was Hardy just visiting? 'Good god, I'm getting as nosy as Kid,' he thought to himself. "Hey, Mark. I was just telling Paul E. here how very much I'm enjoying your current storyline," Scott said with a smirk, accompanied by an obvious roll of his eyes. Nodding to Jeff, Scott smiled. "Hey, Rainbow." **** When Shawn came, he shouted. Like his slim form�couldn't contain the ecstasy his orgasm produced, so he let it tear out of his lungs in a hoarse cry. It was that sound as much as the feel of Shawn trembling in his arms, the dusky blue of his eyes that proved to Hunter beyond a doubt that he was in love. He wanted to hear that sound as often as Shawn could manage it, along with Dave's moans and the succulent sound of their kisses. Letting the blond's tangled hair free, Hunt leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the blushing red result of Dave's bite. "You are beautiful my Love." It was an easy compliment because it was true. for trusting me enough Dave's soft words caused Hunter to shake his head in denial. "Not a question of trust David. I just needed something to kick my ass over that wall I'd made." Hunter leaned over till his lips were a breath away from Dave's. "Thank you, for doing the kicking. That was... fantastic." And wasn't that the absolute truth as well. Hunter would kick his own ass if he even thought about lying to these two men�again. you're going to be late meeting Vince. Hunter was tempted to say 'Fuck Vince' but the idea was just abhorrent, considering the� spectacular thing he'd just been a part of. The hot water gently sluiced any residue of sweat from his body, while a quick borrow of Dave's soap cleaned Hunt's hair. It was getting long again he noticed absently, his mind still caught up in the sexual byplay�he'd been lost in. But Dave was right. His father-in-law had asked for his presence and Hunter didn't like to keep anyone waiting, particularly Vince. Dropping a quick kiss on Dave's cheek and then Shawn's nose, Hunter stepped out from under the water and into the dressing room, snitching the first towel he could see. Dragging it roughly over his hair, he dried off and dressed as quickly as possible. Given that he was shooting some last minute promo photos for the Bad Blood Pay-Per-View, he'd have to go shirtless later and could keep the dress clothes to�a minimum. Sliding into his black trunks, Hunter tugged on his sweat pants and an Evolution T-shirt, before sitting down to put on his socks and three-hundred dollar sports shoes. Dave and Shawn were just leaving the shower, lightly glistening with drops of water, towels held haphazardly and covering nothing whatsoever. Tearing his eyes away from the tempting sight, Hunter promised his newly awakened libido that they'd all have plenty of time to play 'lick the drop' at a later date. And a few other games Hunter was sure he could nut out the rules for pretty quickly, with the right incentive. There was a hell of a lot of incentive standing in his dressing room right now, both of them looking both horny and satisfied at the same time. It was a good look on them. Rising, he joined his two lovers, feeling a slightly perverse sense of power, being fully clothed while they both wore only their skin. Such delicious touchable skin too. Pity he couldn't take the time to dry them off before he left. "Off to beard the Grumpy Bear. You'll be nearby?" Hunter didn't actually think it would go badly with Vince, but he wanted to let his lovers know about any fallout as soon as it began. Waiting for their answers, Hunter leaned an arm across Shawn's shoulder in a familiar gesture known to millions and nuzzled the wet, tangled hair of his croaky Toy Boy in a gesture that no-one had ever seen. Using his free hand to snag Dave's fingers, Hunter pulled the dark man close and kissed the back of his hand with warm, confident lips. Reluctantly letting them go, Hunter unlocked the door with a wry, teasing look at Shawn and made his way down the hallway to Vince's office/dressing room with eager steps. The sooner this was over, the sooner he'd be back with Dave and Shawn. Because, god help him, he didn't want to miss anything. -------- Hunter did miss the other entrant to that particular hallway by about twenty seconds. His damp blond head just out of sight when a set of slim, ruby fingernails tapped lightly on the door to the Evolution locker room, before confidently opening the unlocked door. Three sets of eyes looked at each other with dawning horror. "You know Boys. I really can't decide which of you I should kill first," said Stephanie. **** Two months, that's all. Okay, so Jeff was on a clock. Fine by him. He had two months to soak up Mark's presence like a sponge, to be around someone who made him feel all kinds of things, most of them good. If by the end of the two months 'Taker wanted to kick him to the curb, or more likely ask him politely to piss off,� then Jeff would take it and be grateful he'd had the man's attention in the first place. Being allowed to tag along tonight would be the perfect opportunity to learn more about the big man while having an instant excuse if anyone asked what the fuck Jeff was doing here. "Ahhh 'Taker. You're stuck with me tonight Man, we gotta get this thing outta the gate somehow don't we? I promise I'll behave so don't wince. I won't embarrass you... much." Hands in pockets, Jeff walked lazily beside Mark up the hallway. Then he picked up his pace when he realised he'd be left behind in about six seconds by Mark's rangy long-legged stride. Mark was built along beautiful lines, every limb and muscle in exact proportion to the rest of him, like a statue of an�ancient warrior, beyond human. But this man was very human and Jeff was all set to get past the first page of this intriguing book called Mark Calloway. He wondered if he'd be allowed to call him 'Mark' sometime. As they walked Jeff speculated on the exact details of this 'responsibility' Mark had taken on. It couldn't just be shepherding him to the arenas or anything. It would take creative about two months to work Jeff into a storyline anyway, if Vince thought he was prepared enough to go on air in the first place. But the Boss wouldn't waste a comeback like Jeff's on a house show or Heat, so they'd have to manage something else. Hopefully another arc with Undertaker if possible. They'd had a brilliant reaction� the first time they'd worked together, even if it was ended by Jeff's increasingly erratic attitude and 'Taker's desperate need for some time off. Maybe they could train together a couple of times a week, practice some ring work or something until Jeff was back in form. He'd been working out every other day, but he hadn't leapt off anything taller than himself for months. Jeff didn't want to get rusty. Fuck me. Talk about statues of ancient warriors. Up ahead in the hall stood Scott Hall, Kevin Nash and Heyman. Not that Heyman could pass as a god-like figure in anyone's imagination but the Outsiders certainly did. Feeling like he was about four foot tall, Jeff�slowed slightly before�they reached the group. Hey, Rainbow. Typical. Hall knew he hated that name as much as the particularly witty Skittle, but the man liked to tease the crap out of anyone in his radius. As long as he smiled at Jeff while he did so, Jeff could take it. "Fuck you too Gillette Boy," he replied sweetly. "You two making a big return?" While they talked Jeff didn't hide just behind�Mark. He didn't. **** Having the X-rays done had sucked. Seriously. Although probably not as much as the walk to the radiologist's room. The nurse had offered up a wheelchair for which she'd received a polite as can be "no thanks." He had a feeling that once he actually stopped moving tonight that that was going to be the end of it, so he was staying mobile as long as he possibly could. The return trip was easier though not only for the support Chris offered him, but just because Chris was with him. Chris was way too smug in his own diagnosis, but Adam was happy to find out that Tom agreed with it. Not that tape and mini-casts were pleasant, but it could have been worse. Chris would still be feeling it for awhile and that didn't help to alleviate Adam's anger at himself for starting the whole thing or at Terry for coming totally unhinged for god knew what reason. He still hadn't figured it out. Chris' question and the silence following it caught his attention. Lifting his head, he eyeballed good ol' Dr. Tom and raised a brow. Tom was studying him as if debating with himself over something. He watched as the man leaned back against the table behind him and crossed his arms. "You told me earlier that if I said you can't wrestle you won't. I won't say that, but only if you give me some guarantees," he said his face showing no real signs of what was to come either way. Adam nodded and waited to hear what those guarantees were along with what exactly he'd done to himself. Taking a step away from the table Tom approached him. "There are no breaks. The films show fractures of 7, 8, and 9 on the left side, right here." As he ran one finger over a darkly bruised area, Adam fought to suppress a shudder in response. "They are incomplete or greenstick fractures, but you also have what look like possible stress fractures here on 8 and 9 as well. That's not even touching on muscle strain which is part of the pain you're feeling as well." He moved a finger over to an area just under Adam's arm where bruising was just starting to show up. "I want you to get another set of X-rays Sunday morning just to confirm that nothing else shows up between now and then, that's one of the guarantees. I'll get you the number for the clinic nearest the arena in Columbus." Shit. More X-rays? But if it got him closer to doing his matches, he didn't really have a choice. "Okay. What else?" "I'm going to give you the wrap you asked for. Wear it for the match, but that's it unless you need it for plane trips. I don't normally take this tack, but instead of wearing that I'm going to give you a local anesthetic for the ribs. It won't alter your mental state like oral meds would, so it's safe with your concussion, and from your color you need something. You said you had to go back to the arena, but I want a promise that you aren't going to do anything stupid just because it won't hurt as bad. No ring practice, no lifting, no fighting." He'd felt Chris stiffen next to him as soon as Tom mentioned going back to the arena. They'd have to fight that out on the way to the car, but for right now... "You got it." "Last thing... I think you are insane for wanting to do your matches, but since you are going to anyway... Try to avoid any impact moves involving the left side of your chest and of course any impact to your head. From now until Sunday morning you are on complete bed rest and I mean complete. Except for going to the bathroom and a brief shower each day you need to be on your back 24/7." Tom blushed slightly as he realized exactly how that had sounded thanks to Adam's snicker, but recovered quickly, turning to a cabinet and grabbing a syringe and a bottle. Oh god. Adam shuddered just looking at the needle. He could handle pain, but he really hated needles of any kind and this one was about three inches long. Closing his eyes, he gripped the table tightly just so he wouldn't have the urge to punch good ol' Dr. Tom right in the nose... it had happened before. After he loaded them up with all the goodies, including prescriptions to be filled tomorrow, Chris and Adam were finally ready to leave. They bid goodbye to Tom adding in their thanks and a promise to send him some tickets for the next time they were in town before finding Benoit in the waiting area. His ribs did hurt a lot less at the moment, but he was fully aware that Chris still wasn't going to want to go to the arena. As they walked out to the car, he gathered his arguments in his head, though that was tough to do with his mind still refusing to concentrate on one thing for too long. As he climbed into the back seat again he leaned back and looked at Chris. "I know you don't want to go back to the arena, but besides the fact that we took off with the car, we also left our bags in the locker room. I left my wallet in my bag," he said feeling a bit silly for not having thought of grabbing it before they left in the first place. "I really don't like relying on the off chance that Ty and Jay will remember to grab them before they leave and since it's on the way back to the hotel anyway, I'd feel a lot better if we just stopped to get them now." It might not work, but it was worth a shot. Besides, maybe he'd be able to find out what was going on with Terry and whether or not McMahon had made a decision on the matches. If Terry was going to be hanging around, then he needed to figure out a way to keep him away from Chris even if it meant that he couldn't be around Chris either. That thought just about killed him, but if that was the only way to keep Chris from getting hurt again, then that's what he'd have to do. He just hoped if it came to that, Benoit would keep the slip up to himself and not decide to kill him. He'd explain it to the man if he had to, though he would prefer not to have to. With any luck at all, Vince would send the little bastard, Terry not Benoit, back to OVW for awhile. **** Dave couldn't help the pleased smile on his face. He'd gladly kick Hunter over that wall anytime if he got those kind of results. He watched openly as Hunter hurried through washing his hair. He would have liked to wash it for him, but that would have necessitated yet another delay to his meeting with Vince. Too bad. The kiss to his cheek as Hunter left had him aching to pull the man back and plant a serious kiss on the man, but again... no time for what that might lead to. Feeling a bit playful yet, he splashed water at Shawn, laughing when Shawn splashed him back. They played for a couple minutes before following Hunter out into the locker room. Dave walked in with his towel draped over his shoulder. Modesty between the three of them was pretty much out the window now from his perspective although he was pretty sure that Shawn normally didn't have much to start with. All the better from his point of view... now that he was allowing himself to look. Hunter, unfortunately, was already dressed, mores the pity. Once they got back to their hotel room he was going to correct that travesty as soon as they walked through the door. "Off to beard the Grumpy Bear. You'll be nearby?" Dave nodded in assent. He wasn't going anywhere far until after this meeting. He'd either be right here with Shawn or if at all possible standing right outside Vince's door when Hunter emerged. His fingers tingling from the contact with Hunter's lips, he watched as Hunter slipped out the door before turning back to Shawn. Tossing his own towel on the bench, he snagged Shawn's from his fingers and ran it gently over Shawn's chest. Making sure the terrycloth rubbed very slowly over Shawn's nipples, he bent his head to trace his tongue over the seam of Shawn's lips. They wouldn't take it far without Hunter there, this was all too new, but that didn't mean they couldn't indulge in a little bit of harmless groping and petting now did it? He had just lowered the towel down over Shawn's abdomen with the intention of taking it further south, his tongue still teasing over Shawn's lips when the door swung open. He snapped his head to the side with the intention of telling whoever it was to get the hell out, only once he got a look at who it actually was, the only sound he seemed capable of making was a squeak. Wrapping the towel in his hand quickly around Shawn's waist, he took a step behind him until he could grab his own towel from the bench. "You know Boys. I really can't decide which of you I should kill first." Oh boy. She did not sound happy at all. Since to his knowledge Hunter hadn't called her yet, he wasn't sure exactly why she wanted to kill them. Dave would almost bet on it. He wasn't sure exactly what to say since, "Hi Steph. Sorry for blowing your husband in the shower," just didn't seem appropriate. So he stuck to something simple. "Hey Stephanie. We... uh... didn't expect you." Duh... way to state the obvious there Dave. **** to be continued... |