"ITVR: Chapter 53"
Innuendos.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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you making me scream like a little fangirl about right now. Chris chuckled against the warm curve of muscle beneath his chin. "Yes Babe, you certainly did pay me a�'huge' compliment and�shall be justly rewarded."�Smiling�at the gorgeous�arc of�Adam�s back, Chris gave into temptation and licked again at the satiny skin�which had�produced such a fine reaction in the man lying beneath him. He hadn't failed to notice the aborted shift and play of Adam's hips during his sensual tasting spree and was almost unnerved by his lover's response to Chris' playful orders. Just because CJ had a knack for directing traffic in any circumstances didn't mean he wanted Adam to give into him all the time. But then... wasn't it Chris who planned things to go differently not five minutes ago? Maybe he was the one in danger of giving in to his delicious Adam? After a moment of contemplation,�Chris decided he could think of worse things to experience. Adam made some muttered comment that Chris didn't quite hear, but he decided the general�gist of it was "get on with it." �Huh. Impatient aren�t we? I though that was my gig Babe, but I�m glad to know you share it.� CJ slowly let himself become lost in bringing them to mutual, satisfying ...but not too dangerous... pleasure.�He licked and teased with slicked fingers his way into his lover's body. Judging his pressure by the muffled groans and curses coming from the pillow beneath Adam's face. He wasn't deliberately torturing them both, just playing with Adam's limits and more especially his own. But eventually all the touching, stretching and licking in the world was soon subsumed by his cock's insistent desire to be inside the warm heat of Adam's body. Given that his dick had been the subject of such a recent and public discussion, CJ decided it deserved to have some say in the proceedings. Incongruously Chris though of Trish as he stroked the warm oil onto himself. Not with any sexual pleasure of course, no way anyone would fantasise about someone else with a naked and�needy Adam Copeland before them, just that she'd shake her head at the direction of his thoughts and say 'you men always think with your dicks.' Well yeah. Letting Trish flit out of his thoughts with a toss of her hair, Chris focused his complete and undivided attention on the�sexiest blond Canadian he'd ever had the chance to love. Cuddling up behind his shiny, new boyfriend, Chris leaned down onto his elbow giving him access to the back of Adam's neck and his earlobe. Nibbling at the small, soft nub of flesh, Chris began to whisper softly into the silky hair while he lined his hardened shaft up with Adam's welcoming heat. "Relax Babe. I'm almost... Oh god that's good... that's soo good Lover. You feel... feel... There... my god you feel so good. So tight Babe. I wanna stay here inside you, feeling you around me... so hot Babe..." Unable to leash his sex-foolish lips, Chris continued his whispered commentary while rocking so slowly and gently into Adam that he was buried balls-deep before he even realised it. To soothe the slight tension he felt in Adam's shoulders and bring them both a moment or two to relax, he began drawing small patterns on Adam's hip with his fingers. An exhalation from�the lovely man in his arms�brought Chris' hand around to cup and stroke the proud erection resting heavily on the smooth cotton sheets. Drawing his fingers over the pearl of moisture on the tip, Chris pulled his hips back slightly before pushing forward again. The warm, tight flesh that embraced his sex was getting harder and harder to resist. With each push, Chris felt the hot, pulses of lightning sizzle from his cock to his brain and knew he wouldn't be able to keep up this agonising pace indefinitely. Good thing he and Adam seemed to be on the same page if the sounds of his lover in a passion were any indication of happiness. It was a continuation of the slow tease from earlier, but it seemed right that after last night's sexy love-play, tonight he could create a slow, hard burn that would leave them breathless. Feeling the cock in his hand jump as he circled his hips in a slow grinding motion, Chris did it again, getting another twitch and a definite whimper as his response. God, his Adam was so responsive to his touch, such a sensual, physical man that CJ sincerely doubted his own control would hold up under such a reaction. But he was determined to bring Adam to pleasure before he allowed himself to sate his own hunger. Tightening his fist, Chris pulled at the velvet shaft in his hand just a fraction harder, timing his movements to the thrust of his hips. "Yes... Babe... good, so good. Urgh... ahhh. Just like that... yes... just like that." Of course, he couldn't stop talking either. ****� Even squirming from Hunter's teasing with his toes, Shawn wasn't blind to the look on Hunter's face at his castle comment, and shook his head with a slight smile. His friend-slash-lover hadn't even had to say anything; his thoughts had been clear on his face, at least to Shawn, and if Hunter had offered to buy him a castle, he would've been smacked, very firmly. Shawn had made his fair share of impetuous purchases, but he'd never been as bad as Hunter could be at throwing his money away on expensive objects purely for the sake of owning them. He was terribly fond of the Ducati motorcycle, however. �We should only be here for another hour." Thank god. Much more of this teasing, or any more unexpected interruptions, yelling, or any other type of over-the-top scene would have Shawn screaming... regardless of the fact that doing so would kill his voice for at least another day. He loved Steph dearly, cordially loathed Vince, loved Mark as a best friend, and was concerned about Adam and Chris... but if any of them walked through that door, he'd superkick them. Well... maybe not Steph. But only because she'd picked up a wicked right hook somewhere along the line and wasn't afraid to use it. "... and caught Shawn and I in pretty much the same position that Mark caught you and I in..." Dave was just too cute when he blushed. Shawn found himself hoping that the "Animal" wouldn't lose that habit any time soon, because he'd miss it if he did. But... his eyebrow went up at Dave's mention of an apology. He'd talked to Mark, but Mark hadn't said anything that would lead Shawn to think an apology was needed for anything. Cocking his head at Dave, he allowed his hand to drift slowly up Hunter's thigh in a soft massage, hiding his laughter at the little twitches the teasing touch provoked. "What happened with you and Mark? He didn't say anything to me... other than being happy if you two made me happy, that is." He couldn't resist repeating those words, his lips curving in a small smile. Hopefully whatever had happened could be easily worked out, since Mark was his closest friend outside the Clique and he'd very much like the Dead Man to be friends, or at least on friendly terms, with his lovers. That smile turned into a slight frown as�he listened to Dave's reply, but any answer was forestalled by a light knock at the door. **** Mark found himself nearly holding his breath as he waited, not daring to move as Jeff stared almost unblinkingly at his extended hand. The look on the younger man's face was a mixture of shock and disbelief and... some things that Mark couldn't identify. Something inside him told him not to try too hard, at least not right now; even if the emotions Jeff was exuding did have anything to do with him---and who was to say that they did?---this wasn't the time or place to pursue them. Right now, Jeff needed support. As Mark was taking breath to speak again, although he wasn't sure what to say, Jeff moved. Those slender fingers twining with his, the unexpected touch on his arm as Jeff leaned against him, his body still trembling... Mark had to bite back an urge to pull the smaller man into his arms and rock him. They stayed frozen in that tableau for a long moment or two before Mark couldn't stand the feeling of those fine tremours anymore and lifted his other hand, not quite sure what he was going to do: stroke Jeff's hair or back, something to help stop that shaking. The sensation was sending mixed feelings of anger and helplessness through him; anger at the unknown man who'd provoked this sort of reaction in the first place, and helplessness at not knowing how to help, what to do to calm Jeff down. If it were Shawn, he'd have had the man in his arms immediately, petting his hair and whispering into his ear... kissing him... The sudden thought of kissing Jeff nearly blindsided Mark and he twitched in an immediate effort to keep from doing just that. Whatever was going on with his whirlwind, the last thing Jeff needed right now was another unexpected emotional upset... if he didn't just punch Mark in the first place for daring to do something like that. The soft sigh drew Mark's gaze down to Jeff and he wished that he could see the other man's eyes. Jeff had always hidden them from him, for some reason Mark had never figured out. If he could see them now, maybe he'd get a hint as to what to do here. Comfort had never been his strong suit; scaring the shit out of people, he was good at, but following through after he'd scared the bad guys away... that was a different story. His own feelings were running high right now, though, and he had to try to keep them under control. God, he didn't even know what he felt for the man standing in front of him, fingers still tightly gripping his own. He just knew that something kept drawing him toward Jeff, something that had hit him the first time they'd worked directly together and that hadn't let go yet. At least Jeff hadn't let go of his hand. "I'm fine, had worse in the ring." That, Mark didn't doubt for a second. So had he. But this wasn't the ring, was it? And outside the ring, injuries were something else altogether... especially when they were caused by dickheads who just liked to hurt people, as far as Mark could tell. But he bit back the words, knowing that whatever Jeff was trying to say, it wasn't easy for him... and knowing that whatever he was told, it wouldn't be everything. That was a given. "... 'it didn't end well', would be the polite way of putting it and Rick thought he'd get some back for his friend." All of his vaunted control, his legendary lack of temper... and all that he could think of as those softly-spoken words penetrated was how much he wished he'd hurt the bastard more. His jaw clenched as those mysterious eyes finally met his, unspoken emotions swirling in them in a storm to match their owner's personality. The pain was obvious, but so was fear, and whatever else was in there was just adding to the strangely damaged look that Jeff was wearing. His fingers twitched in Jeff's grasp but he tightened his hold before the other man could try to pull away. He knew he was up for his spot soon, he knew that he had to be heading for the stage soon, he knew that Heyman would be looking for him any minute... he didn't care. This was more important. Whatever was happening here, it was going to affect the both of them, "You shouldn't be in this... not you." Swallowing harshly as something flickered in Jeff's eyes, he felt the change immediately as the younger man looked away. Jeff hadn't meant to say that last part, at least not out loud, that was obvious. Whatever Jeff had meant, Mark didn't know and didn't even really care; if it was actually as important as the back of his mind was screaming at him that it was, he'd find it out eventually. Right now, he cared about the man tugging at him in a vain effort to get him to move back toward the hallway, away from the scene... away from those whispered words. Turning slightly, he took his chance when Jeff paused to cast a frustrated look back at him and pulled, spreading his feet slightly for additional balance. He staggered slightly as Jeff's mass hit him, but shifted his grasp, finally giving in to his earlier impulse and wrapping both of his arms around the smaller man, his breath escaping in a sigh of his own at the feeling. Damning himself even as he memorised the feel of Jeff in his arms, he tilted his head downward, meeting Jeff's wide eyes. Memories of other times, holding another young man like this when he'd needed it, brought out unexpected words from his depths, words that surprised him even as they brought back memories of pained blue eyes that the startled ones looking up at him reminded him of. But the feelings that they provoked were new, and Mark wondered where they would lead him even as he spoke, his drawl long and deep and his tone almost matter-of-fact. "You need me." Almost. **** "What happened with you and Mark? He didn't say anything to me..." Dave groaned and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, the other still wrapped around Shawn. "When Mark came in, let's just say that he interrupted a... moment, and I wasn't too thrilled with the interruption. When he blasted us for stabbing you in the back, I wasn't too awful polite when I explained that the three of us were together and I didn't really care if he liked it or not." Dave winced as he recalled the other things he'd said to Mark. He really did owe the man an apology if for no other reason than the comments he'd made about Shawn and Mark's previous relationship ending. "Even if what I said was true, I could have been nicer about it. He just got the brunt of my temper because of the timing." That was basically what it boiled down to. The particular memory that he'd been making with Hunter had been tainted because of Mark's appearance. It wasn't a spectacularly wonderful reason to excuse his reaction, but it was at least understandable... wasn't it? Hopefully Shawn wouldn't be too upset with him as long as he delivered the apology he planned on. He wasn't to find out at the moment though because of the knock on the door. Dave sighed, his head dropping against the back of the couch. "Knowing our luck, that's Cena prepared to deliver a rap on why we shouldn't be involved together. If it is, I'm taping his mouth shut and locking him in the closet, main event or no main event." With that, Dave gently untangled himself from Shawn and walked over to unlock the door. Pulling the door open, he spotted the person on the other side. "It's not Cena," he said with a grin before tossing opening the door the rest of the way. "Are you here to save me? These two were torturing me... doing unmentionable things to me. Will you protect me?" **** "...If Hardy screws up, Mark's taking the fall for it." What the hell? What kind of deal was that? Scott frowned wondering what Vince was up to. He hadn't heard of any beef between Vince and Mark, at least not anything recent. Scott would be keeping an eye on Hardy as well in case he ran into any trouble because he would be less than happy if Mark had to bow to whatever Vince had planned. When Kev mentioned Shawn in connection with Jeff, Scott's brows rose almost to his hairline. He'd noticed the tension between the two, had questioned Jeff about his interest in fact, but he hadn't suspected that Mark's feelings ran that deep. Wasn't really surprising he hadn't caught on though, Mark was a very hard person to read when he was trying to keep his feelings private. He was truly surprised that Mark hadn't tried to deny it, truth or not. "...Since we obviously interrupted something between Hunt and Dave. They were locked at the lips like they were trying to breathe for each other." Scott sucked in a deep breath. He could almost imagine that, even without seeing it. Sounds like things were going okay in that department for the moment. Once again he was thankful that his interference last night hadn't had any permanently damaging effects. Scott winced over the mention of how bad a day they seemed to be having. Their boys didn't really need any more interference from anyone else. Hopefully they'd filled their quota for the day or someone might end up losing their head. He didn't see Steph as being a problem and actually hoped they ran into her sometime that night. He'd missed teasing her... in a nice way, of course. "Why are you still standing, anyway? Get your ass over here where it belongs, old man." Scott rolled his eyes. Of course Kev would bring that up again. Still, he wasn't about to argue against sitting with Kev especially with the way Kev was looking at him at the moment. He was almost overwhelmed by the emotion in Kev's eyes. Still... he'd make him pay for the old man comment later. Settling himself in Kevin's lap, he leaned into him even as Kevin buried his head in Scott's hair. "Love you, Scotty." Canting his head slightly, Scott lost himself for a moment in the depths of Kevin's eyes, wondering just a bit what had prompted the slightly emotional tone to Kevin's voice. Draping one arm over his lover's shoulder, he gently tangled his fingers in the silky strands of Kevin's hair as he flashed a brilliant smile. "Love you too... cr�me puff." Before Kev could object to his endearment, Scott pressed his lips gently against Kev's. He kept the pressure light interspersing gentle flicks of his tongue along the seam of his lips without going deeper. After a moment he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Kevin's. "I know I worried you when we were in with Vince, but he wasn't surprised in the least that I stuck my nose into his business. I've done it for years, Kev. Sometimes he'll tell me to piss off and not answer him, but nothing I do will ever surprise that man. He knows that I'll do anything to protect the people I care about. We've definitely had our moments... when he fired me the last time being one of them... but we respect each other." Carding his fingers through Kevin's hair, he smiled. "When I first started here, way back in the day, I caught Vince in a lie. I told him that day that if I ever caught him lying to me again, I'd kick his ass and thoroughly enjoy it. I earned his respect by standing up to him even though he could have canned my ass on the spot. I'm not saying that Vince won't fire me again if he has just cause, but he's not going to go ballistic over me asking about my family. So no more near heart attacks, babe." Leaning in he pressed another gentle kiss against Kevin's mouth. "So... tag team champs again. Damn that sounds good. We'll have to figure out whose belt goes where again," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Damn, the memories that thought evoked almost had him rock hard. Too bad that they were hardly in a place conducive to enjoying it. Not that Scott would mind at all if they did do something about it, but he was pretty sure Kevin wasn't going to go for it. They'd just have to tease a little bit longer, until they were released from the taping. They needed a distraction. "Hardy wasn't nearly as forthcoming. He tried to play off what is going on with him as a schoolboy crush. I didn't believe a word of it, but I didn't call him on it. I can't see him throwing himself at Heyman over something so simple, though," Scott said with a wry smirk. "Maybe we should go check on Dave, Hunt, and Shawn. Do you think we should say anything to them about what Vince had to say? I'm sure Dave would be just a little ticked off to find out that Vince thinks he's trying to fuck his way to the top of the food chain." Scott thought for just a moment and then said with a frown, "Maybe we shouldn't say anything. Dave would probably go kill the little bastard. That wouldn't be at all good for his career." **** Hunter listened to Dave's explanation about Steph finding his two lovers, but relaxed completely at the words kind of bounced around like a rubber ball. That definitely sounded the like the kind of reaction his wife would have when hearing about Dave and Shawn. Instead of those hard words he'd imagined being for Steph's ears, Hunter was pretty certain he'd be on the receiving end of a reverse diatribe about not calling immediately and letting her know what was going on. His formidable spouse disliked being at a disadvantage anywhere and hated being wrong even more. He'd also have to give her another huge hug, not just for having his back against Vince earlier, but also for going into mama-bear mode when she thought Dave and Shawn were ignoring him. Having Stephanie McMahon in your corner was a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it. You just had to survive her attentions in the first place to get to the good side of being one of her people. Well as long as everything was cool between Shawn and Stephanie, Hunter was happy. Steph had a huge soft spot in her heart for the Toy Boy and would've hated to be mad at him over Hunter. And Shawn would be disconsolate to lose the Princess's regard, the Heartbreaker had just as big a soft heart�as his wife did. Imagining Stephanie's beyond pleased reaction bought an amused grin to Hunter's face, but it fell slightly at the discussion of Dave's words to Mark. Halting the teasing his foot was indulging in, Hunter set�his toes to a comforting stroke over Dave's knee. He'd witnessed Dave's rather glorious explosion and knew the big man was regretting the personal accusations he'd thrown at 'Taker. It wasn't Hunter's job to let Dave know that Mark wouldn't take that kind of thing to heart, that was up to Mark or Shawn, but he knew for a fact that as far as Mark was concerned, it would be forgotten. In fact Hunter suspected the Dead Man also wanted to apologise for interrupting what he'd learned was a 'moment' between�Hunter and Dave. Maybe his lover would get the chance to say 'sorry' at the hotel sometime, because Hunt really, really, really didn't want to have another scene of any kind tonight. Another look at his watch... they only had forty minutes to go before freedom. Cena prepared to deliver a rap on why we shouldn't be involved together Hunter chuckled at the comment and shook his head in sympathy. Given the state of his karma since last night, he wouldn't be surprised if that was actually the case. Either Cena, or Austin with his guitar and god-awful singing voice. Maybe Bradshaw... no way was Hunter calling the man JBL... wanted to come and recite a speech over the evils of inter-office relationships. In a bizarre 'I didn't get enough sleep' kinda way, Hunt could handle that one... he'd been hanging to make that man eat his hat for months now. These two were torturing me...doing unmentionable things to me. Will you protect me? The look on Ric Flair's face was enough to send Hunter into more paroxysms of chuckling. The neon-blond was obviously torn between salacious curiosity over what he and Shawn had been doing and the remote chance of him actually being able to protect Dave from them. Much as the Legend was a brilliant performer, Hunter was a�generation younger and if he wanted to torture Dave with his feet then Ric would be hard-pressed to stop him. Plus�Shawn could be a mean little fucker if you crossed him. Visibly making the decision to stay, Ric waltzed past the bigger man and took in Hunt and Shawn, legs still entangled on the couch. "Oh Dave, Big Man. These guys giving you some grief? Well you can take 'em, I know you can." Ric went into 'chief advisor' mode in an instant. "Whattya gotta do is keep The Champ off his feet, keep him down so he can't use his strength on ya," Hunter's chuckling took on a decidedly sensual tone at the thought of Dave holding him down so he couldn't do anything. "And don't try and chase HBK, that'll just leave ya angry and with sore feet, no way, ya gotta lure him in. Get him thinking he's got ya beat, then bam!" Ric smacked a fist into him palm, "you're on top." Hunter buried his face in his hand. He should have known Ric�giving any kind of advice would sound like the running sheet for a porno. Although, to give the man his due, it had been a fairly reasonable estimate of Hunt and Shawn's weaknesses in the ring. He wasn't at his best when on the mat and Shawn could be teased into striking too soon, his impatience often getting the best of him. Just shows that Ric Flair had more reasons than his history to justify being called a Legend. "Thanks Ric, I'm sure we'll all take that on board." Maybe later though, when they finally were within three feet of a bed. "What's happening out there? Anyone kill Bradshaw yet?" **** Mark wasn't moving even an inch, wasn't going to let Jeff pull him away from the scene of Richard's actions or the echo of Jeff's revealing words. He didn't know the man well enough to presume that stubborn was a strong character trait, but then, he'd never heard of Mark backing down from a position either. Jeff just felt the imperative need to move, move Mark, move them both away from here and back into the world where his tongue had its safety on and his rampant emotions were under a semblance of control. Amongst other people he could avoid the piercing green stare that seemed to look into his black little soul and the towering body he just wanted to curl up against. Being alone with Mark was too dangerous. Oh god. Being in Mark's arms was deadly. Pure surprise held him immobile for several seconds while Mark shifted his grip until Jeff was held so securely he knew that he'd never fall. Not while Mark held him. Overwhelmed by the blistering heat of the form so temptingly wrapped around his, Jeff literally melted into Mark, his spine releasing the tension he hadn't known knotted it.�Looking up into those�piercing green�eyes,�hands sliding up long, beautiful arms to rest upon broad shoulders, Jeff�responded to the touch of Mark instinctively,�their flesh only separated by the minuscule barrier of cloth. Cloth�for which Jeff knew he'd soon develop a deep and abiding hatred.� You need me. If possible Mark's accent had deepened even more and some small part of Jeff's brain that wasn't screaming hysterically at him, took note of that fact for later examination. 'Of course I need you,' was the honest, painful reply that pushed up from somewhere deep inside Jeff, smacking straight into his heart. But there was still enough of the bruised fool within him to close his mouth before the words came out. Just because Jeff needed Mark like a part of his soul, didn't mean the big man was saying anything of the sort in return. He could just be stating an obvious fact of their working relationship. Jeff needed Mark's support or his career with the WWE was shot, it was that simple. Didn't explain the heart-stopping embrace he was currently privilege to though. So what... what did he mean? Trying to get his sluggish,�proximity fogged brain to focus on Mark's meaning, Jeff shut his eyes against the handsome face so�unfairly close to his. He needed Mark... as an emotional crutch? A rock to lean on when life smacked him in the face just like Richard just had? Did Mark deserve to be that for Jeff with nothing in return save Jeff's own company? Was that what Mark meant? Apparently so.� But that still didn't give Jeff a reply to that brain-baking statement. What could he say? How could he respond to Mark's words when the truth was too much to contemplate and to lie would seem like blasphemy? He couldn't do either. Instead he just went with instinct. Lifting up on tip-toes, Jeff rubbed his temple against the warm skin of Mark's cheek like a cat, the faint bristle of his sideburn catching at midnight red goatee. The scent of the skin so close to his was enough to cause a tingle of�pleasure in Jeff's stomach and a tingle of something else much lower. Parting his lips just a fraction, Jeff grazed Mark's jaw with slow breath.�Keeping his eyes closed�in case�he woke himself up, he pressed the corner of his mouth against Mark's ear. "You're mad, you have to be." Jeff kept his voice quiet, breathing the words into Mark's skin where they'd stay... for a moment.� "Don't cause yourself even more trouble over me Mark." His voice had almost�disappeared�by end of the pronunciation of Mark's name. **** "Yes Babe, you certainly did pay me a 'huge' compliment and shall be justly rewarded." Justly rewarded? He liked the sound of that. Adam sighed as he turned back into his pillow, the teasing of Chris' tongue at the base of his spine prompting a quiet moan. Then he waited for something else. A touch, words, anything at all... and still he waited. Knowing that Chris would just take that much longer to torture him if he heard him clearly, he muffled his complaint against the pillow. "Some point within the next century would be nice." "Huh. Impatient aren�t we?" Impatient? Of course he was impatient. Who the hell in his position wouldn't be? Okay, so maybe if he wasn't achy all over and so tired he felt like he was going to simply drift into oblivion he would be a little more patient with this slow play. Maybe if he weren't trying to block out the extreme violence that had interrupted the best 24 hours of his life then he could wait. Maybe if he weren't so desperate to feel Chris inside him again then he would tease right back. Luckily, Chris had given in relatively quickly. His fingers and tongue teased endlessly, but every touch brought a reaction. It didn't take long for Chris to bring him to the point of begging, though with it being muffled by the pillow he'd buried his face in it most likely sounded more like broken pleas. He tried to stay still, he really did, but was unable to keep his hips from thrusting in a search for more. The cotton of the sheets felt almost rough against the sensitized skin of his hardened shaft. If he hadn't been so determined to hold out until Chris was inside him, he could have easily carried himself over with all of Chris' exploring touches. The warm comforting weight of Chris against his back brought him sharply back from the pleasure-induced cloud he'd been floating on. Beyond ready to repeat the amazing experience from last night of having Chris inside him, he tilted his head back a bit to give Chris clearer access to his neck. He bit his lip as Chris breached the ring of muscle, not in pain, but to stifle the impatient plea for Chris to bury himself fast and deep. He was on the verge of having what he wanted - Chris' length buried fully inside him - and if Chris wanted slow rather than fast, then Adam wouldn't rush him. Chris' velvet words washed over him like breakers on a beach, pulling him under the spell that Chris was weaving around him. Once Chris was fully embedded in him, he held his breath for a moment, just absorbing the feelings flitting through him. This was what he'd wanted, feeling as if Chris were a part of him, held so deep inside him, stretching him with the thickness of his hot hard shaft. He could happily stay just like this for... at least the next five minutes. Insane he wasn't. He did want Chris to move, just not right at this moment. The touch of Chris' fingers sliding over his hip coupled with his inciting commentary added to the feeling of completeness. His 'yes' in answer to the unspoken question was so quiet it was more a puff of air and then Chris' hand wrapped around his length in reply. He moaned low and deep as Chris withdrew and slowly thrust back inside him, every nerve ending alight with the motion. Shuddering slightly as Chris kept up the slow gentle pace, Adam held back his instantaneous need to explode on the spot by sheer will. He wasn't ready yet to give into the demands of his body, wanting to extend the time that Chris possessed him. Within no time at all, his incoherent responses rivaled Chris' quiet words. He left off the pillow to clutch the sheets beneath him, his head resting against Chris' shoulder. The slow grinding of Chris' hips brought him right to the cusp of falling headlong into his orgasm. Insensible to the whimper drawn from him, he had finally reached the limits of his promise not to move. Despite the small pulling ache from his bruised body, he lifted his hand and threaded it in Chris' hair when Chris' hand tightened on his shaft, arching his body against the man that held him in thrall. "Oh god... Chris, so good... can't..." Even as he felt the edges of reality begin to blur leading him towards that bright explosion, he clutched at the pervading feeling buried deep inside him, the feeling that meant he belonged solely to the man possessing him. "Chris... I... oh god... love you." So soft. So quiet. Barely a murmur. Surely he hadn't said that out loud, had he? The slight worry was pushed from his thoughts by the inevitable release that rushed up to claim him. The loud wail drawn from deep inside rushed out as his release was drawn from his body by Chris' hand stroking his length. **** "...he interrupted a... moment... Even if what I said was true, I could have been nicer about it." Shawn raised an eyebrow at his lover's almost embarrassed words. Even knowing that Mark was a very forgiving person, he wondered about Dave and Hunter's reactions to his question, considering Mark's almost complete non-reaction when they'd talked. His ex had been nothing but supportive of the three of them in the brief time they'd talked about it... of course, it had been very brief. In fact, now that he thought about it, Mark had seemed pretty preoccupied... with the question of Jeff Hardy. A slight smile played on his lips at that thought as he watched Dave answer the door. A more unlikely pair he couldn't think of off the top of his head, but if his instincts were right, Mark had it pretty bad for the wild-haired kid. Of course, one could probably make a case for the Dead Man having a thing for arrogant young men with attitude problems, given his history. A snort of laughter escaped him at Dave's greeting; the look on Ric's face turned that into an ongoing chuckle. It had been a long time since anyone had seen Ric Flair nonplussed, but it looked like they'd just succeeded. Not for long, of course. "Well you can take 'em, I know you can." He clapped a hand over his mouth before he could blurt out what he was thinking: God, please, yes! Not that it would shock anyone present in the room, but even as shameless as Shawn was, at this point he really didn't want anyone else knowing anything more about their relationship than the simple fact that it existed. In fact, he'd be thrilled if the entire locker room knew that particular fact... to head off any more interruptions or explosions, if nothing else. Knowing that Dave was a private person, and that Hunter had at least never gone out of his way to flaunt any of his relationships to anyone, Shawn resolved to try to keep the details of their new understanding as much to himself as possible. He doubted that he'd succeed as well as he should, but at least he was going to try. Between the smirk on Ric's face and Hunter's quiet laugher next to him, though, he might just break. "then bam!... you're on top." It was just too much. Before Ric could answer Hunt's question, Shawn leaned up, resting part of his weight on his arm. Putting on as honest and earnest an expression as he could muster while keeping a straight face, he looked at Dave and said in an almost even tone, "I think we should practice that, Dave. It's not quite as easy to get me to go down as Ric here is making it sound... although I'm not sure about Hunt. I've never had the experience of getting him down under me for too long. God knows I've tried, but he's always ended up as the dominant one." Letting out a dramatic sigh, he let his eyes wander slowly down Dave's body, feeling heat begin to drip down his spine again as his mind supplied wonderfully explicit images to go with his teasing words. Shifting his weight, he allowed his hand to "accidentally" slide up Hunter's thigh and turned that heavy-lidded gaze on his friend as he turned to lean back against him. **** Even as he melted into Scott's gentle kiss, Kevin filed away the "cr�me puff" comment for later reference. That was the second time today... even if he was keeping even with his "old man" teasing, Scott was going to have some serious payback coming his way later. His lover seemed to have picked up on his reflective mood and Kev was perfectly happy to sit in this somewhat private corner and cuddle him just as long as he wanted. Shifting underneath Scotty's weight, he bit his lip as his body responded to his lover's presence, his body letting him know in no uncertain terms that there had been quite enough recovery time and would be more than happy to move on to better things. Scott's quiet voice broke in, washing across his thoughts like a calming wave, and Kevin forced himself to relax, letting Scott's mere presence soak into him. "...but we respect each other." His immediate incredulous reaction was side-swiped by those knowing fingers threading through his hair and his eyes fluttered shut as Scott smiled at him. It was still a serious conversation, but the gentle touches were definitely helping him move past his upset of moments earlier. The explanation of Scott and Vince's relationship---and didn't that just sound like an act against nature!---soothed the moderate current of worry that had been lingering in the back of his mind, and he managed to open his eyes in time to see Scott giving him a Look. "We'll have to figure out whose belt goes where again." The teasing tone made him smile even as the memories the words brought back sent another flare of heat through his body, and he knew that Scott would be able to feel his reaction now. All it took was Scotty. His voice, his eyes, his scent... Kev would know when he was dead: that would be the first and only time that he didn't have that kind of response to the man in his arms. His voice rough, he said, "That'll be quite a debate, Scott... but I'll be looking forward to it all day Sunday." If they just had somewhere they could be alone together without the threat of getting walked in on, he'd have had Scott bent over in front of him five minutes ago. But even as much as he didn't care about audiences, he didn't especially want to put on that kind of show for everyone, either. Not with what was likely to happen. He agreed totally with Scott's assessment of Jeff's denial, but his lover's next suggestion almost shocked him. "Maybe we should go check on Dave, Hunt, and Shawn." Pulling back slightly, he frowned at Scott. "Or maybe we should leave them alone tonight. Dave went over the edge earlier about one too many interruptions... even if everyone's calm right now, I sincerely doubt that they want anyone else looking over their shoulder for the rest of the night. Or for the next few days, for that matter. I won't be surprised one bit if we don't see or hear anything of them from tonight until Sunday morning." Stroking a hand down Scott's face to take any possible sting out of his words, he smiled a bit. "And we definitely don't need to tell Dave anything about what Vince said. If it looks like it's still a problem by the pay-per-view, we might want to mention it to Shawn or Hunter... but I think you're absolutely right about Dave's reaction. Not good. Definitely not good." Raising his wrist so that he could glance at his watch, he grinned. "Taping's over in less than an hour. Let's not worry about anyone else tonight, Scott." Pausing, he met Scott's eyes, his own clearly showing everything that he was feeling right then. His voice low, he continued, "What would you say to blowing off the rest of the show, going back to the hotel, and taking advantage of having a lock on that door?" **** to be continued... |