"ITVR: Chapter 58"
Truths.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Randy put his palms flat against Steve�s chest and with a mighty shove, moved the other man away from him a few feet. Steve could get all caveman and insane if he wanted, but Randy was not going to have this kind of discussion in a car park; in fact, with Austin's�body not so tantalizingly close to his, Randy decided he was not having this discussion ever. Lifting a Gucci-covered foot, Randy planted it in Steve�s stomach and used all the power in his long legs to get the bald man even further from his personal space. Why he was reacting so physically was beyond Randy at that moment, but he�d probably put it down to being near Steve. As demonstrated by last night� his brain leaked out his ears when he was anywhere near the Rattlesnake. In a flash, Randy had scooped his car keys from his pocket and was spinning on the hood of the car, so he�d land near the driver�s door. He had no idea where he�d go, but if he didn�t get away from Austin�soon, his gig would be well and truly up. But Austin, for all his moaning about his age and his knees, was pretty fucking quick when it came to brawling and managed to latch onto the back of Randy�s shirt in an unbreakable grip. Feeling like he was a disobedient puppy, rather than a wrestling superstar, Randy tried to pull away from the hand to no avail. One shake had the keys in Randy�s hand drop to the tarmac, a second had him turning and spitting furious insults into the smug, blue-eyed face. �Fuck you to hell Steve, let go or I�ll kick your face in so hard Vince�ll never put you on TV again.� Okay, so he�d never lifted a hand to another man in anger in his life, but Steve didn�t know that. The absolute rage in Randy�s voice called to something in Steve that had nothing to do with amusement at pissing the kid off so easily. He�d seen his lover heading for the car door and he�d just reacted on instinct, pulling Randy away and shaking him by the scruff till he calmed down. Unfortunately he�d made it worse if Randy�s swearing and clenched fists were any indication, but Steve just couldn�t for the life of him, find it in him to let go. Handling Randy, even a furious, wild, murderous Randy, was something akin to holding heaven. �I�ll let ya go, if ya give yer word ya�ll stop trying to run and hear me out? Deal?� Randy was slightly bent to one side from Steve�s hold on his clothing, but he managed to convey �Fuck You�, with every muscle in his body. Another shake had him glaring angrily but nodding like a sullen teenager. A final shake to let him know he meant business and Austin managed to peel his fingers from Randy�s clothing. He watched, amusement still colouring his face as Randy tried to straighten out his suit, while rolling his shoulders and trying to find his keys on the tarmac without looking like he was. �Why�d ya leave?� The soft-spoken words caused Randy�s eyes to snap back up to Steve�s, trying to gauge the seriousness of the other man�s question. Feeling his anger at the man-handling abate somewhat, Randy searched for an acceptable answer to Austin's query. One that wouldn�t get him grabbed and tossed about again. After a moment, he settled back against the car, crossed his ankles and put his hands on the hood. Taking in the scuff marks on his expensive shoes, Randy decided to try something different. Honesty. �Because I didn�t think you�d want me to stay.� He could sense Austin leaning beside him, the heat from the other man warming him like a fire. �I got my one night and I�m happy with that, so just� don�t okay? Don�t make like it�s possible.� Steve couldn�t believe the change in Randy�s demeanor, his fight or flight tension had just drained away, leaving behind a man who seemed mature far beyond his years. Where was the �asshole punk� in that crushingly sad voice? Austin felt his heart turn over at the realization that� god damn him� Copeland had been right. Reaching up, Steve pressed his hand onto the back of Randy�s neck, much like he would for a startled horse. Randy sighed and relaxed as if the despair was falling away at Austin's�touch. �Why ain�t it possible?� And didn�t Steve�s breath come to grinding halt while he waited for the answer? Could he really have fallen so hard and so fast for this dual-sided young man, draped with all the markings of greatness but seemingly about to be lost under the weight of it. Randy looked up into the ice blue eyes that had haunted him for over a year. He�d had his night, made his plan and captured a few hours of pleasure. It wasn�t supposed to keep going like this, hurt like this. Standing, he pulled his cover of arrogance around him like the shield it was and shrugged off that warm, comforting hand. �Stop it. Stop making out like you and me were possible. Stop pretending it wouldn�t be seen as some kind of fucking joke!� A finger pointed towards the arena. �You know they would, so just leave it. Go find someone else who can measure up to the kind of man to walk at Stone Cold�s side� because we sure as hell know it isn�t me.� **** "I trust you with my life... my love..." Kevin had to swallow past a sudden lump in his throat as he met the liquid eyes of his lover. Soft and romantic wasn't what either of them wanted tonight, but those words from Scott seemed to have flipped a switch somewhere. It was not, to put it mildly, characteristic of either of them... which made those words all the more important and precious to Kevin. He shivered slightly as Scott kissed him, the barest breath against his lips. His hands itched to raise up and wrap around the body leaning against him, but he resisted the temptation, knowing that although Scott would never deny him his quiet moments, allowing himself to slide into one now would leave his lover unsatisfied for what he really wanted... for what both of them wanted, to be honest with himself. "And I trust you to discipline me when I deliberately provoke you to it... just like I did tonight" That sent an eyebrow up as Kevin leaned back slightly to look at Scott. He'd known that Scott was pushing buttons, but he'd thought it was to help re-center him... knowing that it had all been to get them to this position cast a different light on things. Another kiss and another shudder, and then Scott was draping himself across his lap without even being prompted. The weight of his lover and the feeling of Scott's erection pressing into his thigh only fanned the flames that had been building all day. Turning his head, he let his eyes travel over the expanse of flesh revealed to him, running a gentle hand down Scott's spine in a soft caress without even thinking about it. "I love you, Kev. Now give me what we've both been aching for." Chuckling softly, Kevin ran the same hand back up Scott's back, stopping to rub slightly at the tenseness in his neck. Scott was obviously beyond ready for this... and just as obviously needed a gentle reminder as to who exactly was in control here. Shaking his head, he leaned closer to Scott's ear and said softly, "I intend to do just that, Scott." Giving in to the desire, he ran his fingers through the dark curls lying so temptingly close to his hand, tugging on them to pull Scott's head up. Meeting the confused gaze of his lover, he smiled, his eyes glinting as he answered the unspoken question. "You've been awfully pushy tonight, though. We'll see if you're still so cocky by the time I'm done." Releasing his grip on Scott's hair, he left his hand on the tanned skin between the shoulder blades in front of him, pausing in thought for a moment as he weighed his options. Very aware of Scott's arousal, he was also conscious of his own body's demands and spared a second to be grateful that he hadn't tried to do this after getting undressed. The simple sensation of Scotty's cock rubbing against his would have had him exploding in no time if he'd done so. That single thought evoked a growl, and he dragged his attention back to the man on his lap, shunting aside his own growing desire to focus on fulfilling their mutual need at the moment. The first blow was heavy, landing without warning, and Kevin paused as Scott's body arched in surprised reaction, a sharp cry piercing the momentary silence. God, had he really forgotten how much he loved this? Letting his fingers drift over the reddened area in a sort of soothing caress, he waited until Scott's breathing had evened out before raising his hand again, letting it hover when he heard the sharp inhale at the initial loss of contact. A long moment passed, his eyes fastened on the single handprint on Scott's ass, before he allowed himself to move again. Another jump, a muffled cry this time as Scott bit his lip, and Kevin didn't stop this time. One sharp blow after another, varying the timing and strength of the impacts as he worked across Scott's ass, and Scott's body arching and jumping and rubbing so maddeningly against his... The cries and half-gasped words only added to it, and he almost lost himself to the rhythm, to the sound of Scott gasping out his name in pleading whimpers. Realising how close he was to actually losing control, he forced himself out of the haze he was in,�back to the moment. For his own self-preservation, he paused, taking the opportunity to rub his lover's abused flesh as he pushed dark hair out of Scott's face. Gently wiping away the tears there, he caressed Scott's cheek with his thumb as he rebuilt his self-control. He wanted so badly to just strip his clothes off and pound into Scott until they were both screaming... but he knew that it wasn't what Scott wanted. At least, not yet. So, a momentary respite while Kevin tried to calm his own breathing and bank the fires a little, at least enough to finish this off the right way. "God... Kev..." Scott whined, his hips still moving in little jerking motions under Kev's fingers. "Please..." Smiling a little as he admired the sight in front of him, he rubbed Scott's back softly. "Shh, Scotty. It's okay." "... More..." The frustrated whimper was accompanied by a twist of the hips that sent Scott's shaft rubbing against Kev's own length, straining against the tightly enveloping denim as it was. Barely biting back the groan that wanted to come tumbling out, Kevin shook his head. "You know better than that," he said, his voice husky. "Too demanding, baby." A soundless wail in response to the fingers he sent tracing lightly across the reddened flesh and he smiled... then raised his hand again and brought it down hard enough to leave an instant mark. He'd have to watch that; he didn't want Scott unable to sit tomorrow... although they would be on their way home... Tucking that particular temptation into the back of his mind, Kevin gave his full attention to his lover. The second blow was lighter but edging on the sensitive flesh at the back of Scott's thighs and the gasping cry that it evoked made Kevin's cock throb. Slowly settling back into a rhythm of sorts, Kevin gave Scott what he wanted, what he was begging for, until his lover's words were choked by tears and incoherent whimpers and his body didn't stop moving even when Kevin did. Carefully sliding Scott onto the bed, Kevin stood up, aware of how close to his breaking point he was, and stripped his t-shirt off,�letting it fall to the ground before toeing off his shoes and socks. He waited, hands lingering at the waist of his jeans, until Scott looked up at him. His breath caught at the sight. His beautiful, strong lover... curled up on the bed with his ass red, individual handprints visible from the angle Kevin was standing at, his hair tangled around his face, tears drying on his cheeks and dark damp eyelashes around wide reddened eyes. It was a sight that Kevin knew he'd remember for the rest of his life. "Kev...?" The pleading syllable tugged at him, the damp eyes testing his resolve... but Kevin stood firm. Scott had pushed every button he could to get them here to this point, and he wasn't about to give in now. Not when there was still a lesson to be learned here. Regardless of how desperate he was to be buried in his lover, it wasn't going to happen just yet. Satisfied that he had his lover's attention, he popped the button on his jeans before slowly sliding the zipper down, his eyes never leaving Scott. One side of his lips curled slightly at the whimper Scott gave as he pushed his jeans down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside, leaving him naked. Now for the actual lesson. Moaning quietly as his fingers wrapped around his aching cock, Kevin squeezed slightly, then began slowly stroking himself. God, it felt so good... but he didn't want to end it like this. Hell no. He wanted desperately to be balls-deep in Scotty when he came... but he couldn't give in to Scott that easily. Narrowing his eyes as the man started to move, he shook his head, his smile widening slightly at the frustrated growl he got in return even as his hand moved in another long stroke along his length. "Kev... can I please... just let me... want to taste you, Kev!" Raising an eyebrow, Kevin paused in his movements. "Really, Scott?" Taking a step closer, only inches from Scott now, he smirked. "See something you want?" Another slow caress to his cock and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. He was close... too close. He didn't want to end this prematurely by accidentally losing control of himself---that would leave both of them frustrated. Sliding his fingers down to the base of his erection, he squeezed tightly, regaining a measure of�calm,�as he met Scott's frustrated scowl with his own somewhat strained smile. "But you're not the one in control here, are you? You don't get to demand anything." Another pause, and then he let his hand fall away, cocking his head at Scott as he spread his arms in an almost inviting gesture. "But feel free to try convince me that you deserve it. If you think you can." ****� "Thank you, Love." Damn that sounded good. From the devilish look that Hunter gave him, they weren't quite on the same wavelength. Dave had meant that kissing seemed to be the best way of keeping either of his lovers from arguing with him. Obviously Hunter had come up with a whole other idea... one that Dave was loath to argue against. He wiggled his eyebrows at the beautiful blond and smiled. "To first dates... at least for me." Dave tilted his glass towards both men before taking a long drink. Leaning forward he grabbed a plate and put a chicken breast on it, using his fingers to break it into bite-size pieces. As soon as Shawn finished his sip of wine, Dave brushed a morsel of the chicken against his lips. From that point on they took turns feeding each other bits of the food from different plates. There was more than one incident of teasing tongues snagging a finger along with the bits of food as well. Chicken, cheese, slices of fruit, and bits of pasta were shared among the trio along with a limited amount of wine. Dave did have a second glass, but only because he was still so damn nervous about what he had planned. By the time he was halfway through it, they had managed to eat quite a bit. After Shawn had proclaimed himself stuffed, Hunter quickly followed suit. Dave had actually managed to eat more than he'd thought he would be able to. Once they'd finished eating, Dave groaned and pushed himself up from the picnic blanket. As much as he was enjoying their time together, he needed to stretch out a few kinks from sitting on the ground. As he looked down at Shawn and Hunter, he smiled. Now... now would be the perfect time to tell them... "There's something I need to talk to you two about, but I need to grab something out of my bag first," he said, his eyes flitting nervously between the two of them. He could see the curiosity in their eyes, but ignored it for the moment as he turned and walked the short distance to the wall beside the elevator. It took less than a minute to grab the bag with his surprises inside and then he walked back to the blanket. As Dave settled between his lovers, plastic bag in hand, he smiled at both of them. "Hunter managed to get a sneak preview of what I have to say earlier, but only because I can't seem to keep my mouth shut about anything lately," he said with a rueful grin in Hunter's direction. He noted Hunt's reaction, but didn't respond to it. If he didn't get on with this, he wouldn't get it out at all the way he had planned. "When I first came to work with the Fed, I was like a little kid just before Christmas. There was that whole sense of anticipation, knowing that something good was going to happen soon. At the time I thought it would be related to my career... that I was finally going to make it. I thought that that would be the best gift that I received from working there. I was wrong." Dave pulled the first item from his bag with a smirk. Before either man could say a word, he cautioned, "don't laugh... there is actually a point here." Holding the boxed action figure of Hunter on his lap, he blushed. "Getting to work with you was a gift I hadn't expected, but one that I cherished from the moment I got it." He looked into Hunter's eyes as he continued on with his story. "The longer we worked together, the harder it was to convince myself that my appreciation for you was strictly related to the business. At the time I was convinced that you wouldn't appreciate those sentiments so I wrapped them up in a box inside my heart with a pretty little bow and kept them there." Looking down at the item in his lap, Dave ran his fingers lightly over the plastic that held the Hunter-figure entrapped in the box. "It's kind of like this guy here, you want to take it out of the box and touch it, but you just know if you do that something bad is going to happen. A jealous little brother trying to destroy it or god forbid the dog chewing it to shreds. So you leave it in the box and you know it's there... you look at it, noticing all the traits and all the flaws as well; think about how it's enriched your life just by being there; but you don't want to put it at risk. For the next year you take it to bed with you every night, hold it close to your heart, and know that it's the best thing you've ever been given even if you never open it." Reaching forward for the bag, Dave turned to smile at Shawn as he pulled out a second box. This one containing a figure of Shawn. Laying it beside the first on his lap, he felt kind of silly, but he was going to do this, damn it. He looked back to Hunter as he started talking again. "Of course, Christmas comes around every year. So here you are, sure that nothing could compare to this gift you were given the year before... this gift that you love more than you ever thought possible... but by some miracle someone saw fit to give you another exquisite gift." Dave reached for Shawn's hand and pulled it into his lap, turning to look at his other lover as he did so. "It's newer than the gift you'd been given the year before and it's wrapped in shiny paper, but that's not what draws you to it. It's the feeling you get when you touch it, what you know is underneath that glittery exterior that catches you. You peel back that wrapping and look inside and what you find captures your heart just like that special gift you received the year before." With a last shy smile for Shawn, he turned to look at the two boxes on his lap. "You don't love one more than the other. You love each of them for the special qualities they offer... qualities that you won't ever fully experience if you don't take the risk of opening the boxes. I'm ready now to take that risk." Grasping Hunter's nearest hand and his attention as well, Dave turned and looked into his eyes. "I love you, Hunter. I tried not to admit it, but it slipped out of the box and snuck up on me when I wasn't expecting it. I kept trying to put it back in that neat little box, but each time it hit me it grew. Now it's too big to fit inside that box so I'm going to have to get used to giving it free reign." Leaning closer, Dave brushed his lips gently against Hunter's before turning to look at Shawn. "And I love you, Shawn. It's a little newer, a little shinier...but it's just as deep. I'll admit that at first I got caught in the HBK trappings... the looks and the attitude. After all everyone loves him, but then I got to know the man beyond the trappings... you, Shawn. I'm not sure I've ever met a more sensitive and caring person... and that's the person I fell in love with." With that, Dave kissed Shawn, just as softly and sweetly as the one he'd bestowed on Hunter. Then he sat back and grabbed the packages in his lap. He handed Hunter the Shawn-figure and Shawn the Hunter-figure, then he sat and waited for them to say or do something... anything. **** Hunter had sat spellbound through Dave's funny and sweet declaration. If this is what the big man had been planning then no wonder he was pissed at Mark for making him bring it up earlier. Not that Hunter minded his totally impromptu 'moment' in their dressing room, spectators and all, but this was so much deeper, so much nicer. Dave wasn't just saying that he loved them, he was saying why he�loved them�too. Hunt could sympathise with the locked box in the heart syndrome. Hadn't he done that very same thing with his affection for Shawn the last ten years? That his dark eyed lover had managed to put his feelings together so eloquently was a credit to him, adorable blushes and all. Hunter was lucky if he could manage more than a shrug and a 'well yeah, or course I love them' as his own succinct�statement. But Dave had given him the gift of his love, even if he thought the reverse was true, and Hunter wasn't about to squander it. He'd rejected a chance at happiness last night because he'd believed Shawn and Dave were better off without him in the middle, Hunter wasn't about to give up on himself again, not after that speech anyway. Giving Shawn a brief respite from the emotion-fogged moment, Hunter changed the mood of the evening by reaching for his work reflexes. A hand on Dave's chest had him pushed off balance enough that the big man had to catch himself on his elbows, while Hunter swung a leg over so he was sitting across Dave's groin. Pleased that he was still dressed in his 'casual' clothes from his promo, dress pants weren't that good for rolling around, Hunter leaned down and kissed Dave like he was starving. The plastic box of the HBK action figure was caught between their chests, but Hunter didn't care as he applied himself to tasting every one of Dave's teeth with the tip of his tongue. Dueling briefly with the cool bar of Dave's tongue-piercing, Hunter eventually sat back and looked at the hot expression in his lover's gaze with eminent satisfaction. He still straddled the other man and had no intention of moving any time soon. "I love you right back David Bautista and this is the coolest present I've ever got."�Fighting open the plastic with strong fingers, Hunter pulled out the HBK figure and examined the details with a careful eye. Tracing the miniature cowboy chaps with one fingernail Hunter smiled, pleased to have a replica of his long-time friend, even if it was hilariously fan boy of him. Getting comfortable on his gorgeous dark haired couch, Hunter began to walk his Shawn around the ring (Dave's chest), pulling one small plastic leg out to the side and lifting the fists up to head height, Hunt had his tiny friend take on that infamous, unforgettable pose. Glancing at the package in Shawn's lap, Hunter grinned. "I wouldn't play with him Darling... he has anger management issues... just look at that expression." Looking at the gear bag, still located near Dave's head, Hunter raised an eyebrow at the man beneath him, "There better be one of the 'Animal' in there or MiniShawn here's going to have a fit." **** What was wrong with him? The thought ran through his mind for probably the thousandth time that night as Mark dried his hair. Still not able to come up with anything resembling an answer except vague thoughts of rainbow-hued hair and deep green eyes, he growled and flung the hapless towel across the room, rubbing a hand across his eyes as he sank down onto the bench. Yeah, he was lonely; yeah, he'd been alone for... well, way too long; yeah, he desperately needed to get laid... but somehow, he knew that whatever this fascination with Jeff was, it was more than just a need for sex.� And that scared the hell out of him. He barely knew the kid, really. Sure, he had all kinds of respect for his talents, if not his attitude, and Jeff was definitely easy on the eyes, but...�how could he even begin to think that Jeff would be attracted to him? They had nothing in common, that he knew of, and he was an old, beat-up relic, nothing like the artistic daredevil whirlwind that was Jeff Hardy. So why couldn't he get his mind off the nonstop tornado? How in the hell was he supposed to look Jeff in the face now, after he'd just brought himself off while thinking about the man? With absolutely perfect timing, a knock sounded at the door. Somehow, even though the knock was quiet... polite, in an odd sort of knockish way, he knew it was Jeff. He could picture the other man, still in that Goth suit that should look ridiculous but instead just screamed "fuck me". Another growl at that thought, and he was standing up to pull on his jeans as he called out, "Come in!" He turned to face his visitor as he pulled the zipper up and stopped, surprised by the emotion written across Jeff's face before he dropped his gaze. "Something happen?" Mark tried to keep his voice casual, forcing himself to turn back around and pick up his shirt. No reason for awkwardness here, not at all. It's not as though Jeff would know what he'd done, after all, and it wasn't as if fantasising about someone was a crime. Not even if he did work with the person. Even if he was responsible for the person. Not a crime at all. That didn't explain the heavy shroud of guilt that he felt hanging over him as he pulled the shirt on and turned back to Jeff as he resumed his seat on the bench, pulling his socks and boots over to him with a quick drag of his foot. Quickly pulling them on, he took his time with the boot laces, wondering at Jeff's silence. **** "I intend to do just that, Scott." The words spoken softly into Scott's ear elicited an arrogant smile. Oh yeah. At least it saved him the trouble of parading bare ass naked up and down the hall in order to get his so richly-deserved punishment... because that had been next on his list. Huh? Scotty looked up, confused, when Kevin tugged on his hair. He might just have to take that stroll after all. Kevin better not have changed his mind now... "You've been awfully pushy tonight, though. We'll see if you're still so cocky by the time I'm done." Well yeah... of course he had been. When was Scott not cocky? He might tone it down for a day or two after Kev disciplined him, but they both knew it wouldn't last long... and they both knew why. Eventually it would push Kevin's buttons and he'd get exactly what he wanted... his well-deserved punishment. Scott waited, almost patiently, for the first blow. The low growl emitted by Kev made him twitch. God how he loved that earthy snarl... on a really good day that was enough to make his toes curl. Son of a.... Kev hadn't given any warning, but then he rarely did... that's the way Scott liked it. Still... he'd been so wrapped up in his reaction to that growl that he'd forgotten his precarious position. The first blow was harsh, pulling an automatic reaction from his body. His arms extended, pushing his upper body away from the bed, his back arching to an almost uncomfortable degree, Scott yelped at the sudden sharp stinging sensation. Oh god yes. That was exactly what he wanted. He gasped for air as the pain radiated across the sensitive skin of his ass. The sharp pain mutated quickly to a sensation of warmth and a subtle tingle. The gentle touch of Kevin's fingers heightened the sensations in that area, drawing out the effects. Kevin knew just how to blend the pain with gentle touches to get the most out of this particular kink of theirs. When Kevin's fingers left his skin, Scott inhaled sharply wanting the contact back, yet anticipating the next blow as well. Scott bit his lip after the next blow. Despite the fact that he knew Kevin loved hearing his responses, Scott was aware of the fact that they were in a hotel and not in their room at home. There was the possibility, slim though it was, that the people in the next room might object to hearing him wail like a baby and call security. They had learned early on that discretion was not always a bad thing. Still... Scott lost a bit of control with each blow, his begging and pleading for more deteriorating to breathy cries and the occasional whimper of Kevin's name. His body was to the point of responding without his control, arching into the blows now rather than away from them, feeding the craving from deep within. Each blow forced his swollen length into contact with the rough denim covering Kevin's lap and his cock was now aching and hard as a rock. The blows suddenly stopped. His ass was on fire, the heat generated from the tender red skin feeling as if he'd sat in the middle of a bed of hot coals. Even the light touch of Kevin's fingers against his abused flesh stung, his nerve endings tingling in awareness. Scott leaned into Kevin's touch against his cheek, craving the gentle caress as he wiped away the trail of tears. It wasn't enough. "God... Kev..." He pushed his ass up against Kevin's too gentle fingers... wanting more. "Please..." "Shh, Scotty. It's okay." The soft stroking of Kevin's hand over his back was meant to soothe him, but he didn't want to be soothed. What he wanted, no, what he needed was... "...More..." His hips, of their own volition, twisted, forcing his hardened member against the matching length of steel enshrouded within the material of Kevin's jeans. "Too demanding, baby." Too demanding? He hadn't even gotten started yet. If Kevin thought that that had been demanding then he'd better batten down his hatches because he was about to get hit by one hell of a storm of demands. Before he was even able to open his mouth, Kevin's fingers skimmed over the bright red skin on his backside. Scott's head whipped back, his mouth open, yet he didn't make a sound. The cry was caught in his throat, a wild thing caged within by the harsh blow immediately following. The next blow caught just above his thighs and the cry clawed and ripped its way out of his throat, only the tail end recognizable. Oh hell fucking... "Yes!" His begging continued, his body still craving more. Each blow kept him balanced on the razor-thin edge between extreme pain and extreme pleasure. By the time Kevin called a halt to his punishment, Scott was writhing against him instinctively. A mass of mixed signals swarmed through his brain, the pain in his ass off-setting the almost overwhelming pleasure of the slightest touch against engorged cock. He was beyond words... the pain limiting him to needy whimpers. Once Kevin moved, it took him a full minute to realize he was no longer resting on Kevin's lap. He rested on his stomach, his face cradled in the frame of his forearms, unmindful of the tears falling onto the comforter. Taking a deep breath, Scott lifted his head to find his lover. He knew that Kevin was still there, wouldn't leave him like this, but he was deafened to any sounds by his own harsh breathing. His eyes locked on Kevin and he sucked in a sharp breath, the hissing sound overly loud in the now quiet room. Kevin was standing there bare except for his jeans, the hunger in his eyes almost making them glow. The lights illuminated his skin... warm, smooth skin that seemed to be crying out for him to touch it. He looked like a god poised to wreak havoc on some unsuspecting mortal. Scott waited for Kevin to strip off his jeans and join him, naked, on the bed. Only Kevin didn't... he just stood there as if waiting for something... "Kev...?" What the hell was he waiting for? Scott wanted to ask him that very question, but he hadn't quite recovered his wits enough to actually verbalize it. Then Kevin finally moved, stripping off his jeans, leaving his body bare to Scott's hungry gaze. God help him, he whimpered. There was an overwhelming need within him to touch, to taste every inch of that pale skin, to bring Kevin to the point he was at now... a boneless whimpering mess... but through pure pleasure rather than pain. When Kevin wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking it with a long, slow rhythm, Scott couldn't stand it anymore. He made it to his hands and knees before Kevin gave him 'the look'... the one that said without words that he wasn't yet allowed to touch. Frustrated beyond words, he growled. Taking note of the wide smile on Kevin's face, Scott knew what he had to do... beg. Only it didn't quite come out that way. "Kev... can I please... just let me... want to taste you, Kev!" "See something you want?" He almost instinctively nodded in the affirmative but clamped down on it at the last moment. His mouth was watering, demanding a taste of his lover's unique flavor. But he wasn't allowed... not yet. Scott was so damn frustrated that he didn't bother to temper his reaction. He scowled fiercely, his eyes promising retribution for making him wait. "But you're not the one in control here, are you? You don't get to demand anything." Well quite obviously he wasn't fucking in control here... if he was then Kev's cock would be buried inside him by now. Taking a deep breath to try to calm his out-of-control temper, Scott couldn't quite control the glare he leveled on Kevin. He lowered his eyes for a moment because he knew that he was actually prolonging his own torture by acting this way. Kevin was the one doing the pushing now and the only way he was going to get what he wanted was by begging... nicely. He could do it... really he could. But when Kevin spoke again it was a challenge... tossed right in front of him. "But feel free to try convince me that you deserve it. If you think you can." Scott jumped on the bait, damning himself even as he did it. He could move quickly when he wanted to... sore ass or not. The last word had barely left Kevin's mouth when Scott pounced. Kneeling in front of him, Scott lifted his hands and tangled them tightly in Kevin's hair. As soon as Kevin's mouth opened, in what Scott was sure would be an ear-blazing chastisement for his actions, Scott sealed his mouth over Kevin's. The kiss was harsh, animalistic, and violent. Tongue dueling, teeth nipping the tender flesh of Kevin's lips, Scott's hands tangled even tighter in Kevin's hair until they were both panting for breath. Scott dropped quickly before Kevin had a chance to protest and ran his tongue smoothly over the tip of Kevin's cock, whimpering at this small taste of his lover. One taste was all he got. Strong hands threaded through his hair and before Scott could voice his own protest Kevin jerked... hard. Scott yelped in surprise before looking up at Kevin, his eyes shooting fire at his lover. **** Come in! Still distracted by thoughts of Amy, Matt, and his desire to be as far away from the fallout as possible, Jeff opened the�dressing room door without really thinking about it. If he hadn't been nibbling on a fingernail, he probably would have bitten his tongue at the sight that greeted him. Mark was half-dressed and casually zipping up jeans that just looked so good on those long, long legs. Momentarily stunned, Jeff stopped just inside the room and let the door close with a slight thump behind him. Half-dressed meant the reverse was true... Mark was half-naked. Standing barefoot about five feet from Jeff with the top button of his jeans so�enticingly�undone and with wet midnight hair clinging lovingly to strong cheekbones. Now that just wasn't fair.� Ruthlessly Jeff dragged his gaze from the intricate, famous tattoos and towards the floor, his at-the-moment purple hair falling forward to hide the faintest tinge of pink on�his cheeks. Jeeze! Could he act more like a fourteen year old girl if he tried? Blushing just because the guy's got his shirt off? He was a wrestler dammit, he worked with mostly-naked people all the time. This wasn't any different at all. He'd already seen all that glorious alabaster skin anyway, so just because he was seeing it again didn't mean Jeff could just.... Oh... he'd put on his shirt. Jeff stuffed his hands in the pocket of his pants and watched as Mark sat down and put on his shoes. He just had to get all the erotic thoughts he was having about Mark out of his head... like right now. There was no way the other man wouldn't notice Jeff perving all over him at dinner and after the glimpse he'd just been privy too, Jeff knew he'd be imagining what was under the denim and cotton all night at this rate. Knowing he couldn't handle another knock-back at this stage, Jeff gave his slightly happy lower regions a stern talking to and tried not to think of showers. Letting his gaze travel up from long fingers deftly lacing big black boots, Jeff found himself staring into Mark's questioning gaze. It took a beat for him to realise the other man had asked him a question. Something happen? Still distinctly off kilter by the half-naked and the boots and the tattoos, Jeff answered without thinking. "Amy's fucking around on Matt." Green eyes widening at the uncensored information that just came from his lips, Jeff almost slapped a hand over his mouth to pull the words back in. Typical that he would just spill his guts to Mark when all the man had done was ask a polite question. "Oh fuck! I probably shouldn't have said that." He didn't think Mark would care one way or the other about Jeff's brother and his girlfriend, but Jeff didn't give away secrets normally and although he was about four billion percent sure he was right, it wasn't really his business to tell. He had instinctively told Mark the truth, because he was... well... Mark. And Jeff obviously couldn't shut the hell up around the bigger man. Losing all the tension he'd acquired in the Diva's locker room, Jeff slid bonelessly onto the bench beside Mark. Suddenly deciding he'd hidden enough, and hoping his blush had faded, Jeff tossed his head back, flicking�green and purple strands�away from his�eyes and tilted his face inquiringly at Mark. "Fair's fair 'Taker, I just blurted out a secret. Tell me one of yours so I don't feel like such an idiot." Not really expecting Mark to comply, Jeff smiled�imploringly and�let his eyes go all huge and innocent. "I swear I won't breathe a word. Please?" **** "Thank you Love." Swallowing his strawberry, Shawn returned Hunter's smile and settled back between the other two again. Hearing that endearment from Hunter could keep him smiling all night long; it was something he'd never�even hoped to hear and he knew that the little shiver of joy every time he heard wouldn't wear off for quite some time... if it ever did. He shook his head a little, thinking about Dave's denial of his own stubbornness, but knew better than to push the issue right then. Besides, his mind was far too occupied with thoughts of exactly how Dave could keep them quiet for him to want to start even a good-natured argument. "To first dates... at least for me." Nodding, Shawn took a sip of wine, pleasantly surprised at the mellow flavour. Hunter might not indulge often---and they were going to have to talk about that at some point... just not now!---but he had excellent taste when he chose to do so. Sitting back and enjoying the company and the food kept him occupied for quite some time as they fed each other, little nibbles and swipes of hot tongue against fingers and random little touches keeping him aware of his lovers' presence without sending him into orbit. Finally shaking his head at another bit of chicken, Shawn groaned dramatically and waved a hand as he tried not to smile, pleading that he was too stuffed even for one more bite. That didn't stop him from stealing a kiss from Dave as the big man set the plate down, however. Watching Dave as he stood up, Shawn couldn't help but wonder what his lover was up to. He'd been nervous about something ever since they'd arrived, although he'd tried to hide it, and it was even more obvious now. "There's something I need to talk to you two about..." Sending a bewildered glance at Hunter and finding nothing but calmness there, with a hint of amusement that made him suspect that his friend already knew what it was Dave was going to talk about, he pushed himself up from his semi-reclining posture and tried not to frown as Dave settled back between them with a bag in hand. The nervous smile from the big man almost had him worried, although he tried not to let it show. If Hunter wasn't worried, then he shouldn't be... right? "Hunter managed to get a sneak preview of what I have to say earlier..." Another glance, eyes narrow this time, and Shawn barely forced himself not to smack his blond lover for the incredibly smug look on his face. Hunt obviously knew what this was leading up to, and he knew that Shawn didn't handle surprises well... unless they were good ones. Hmmm. There was a look in Hunter's eyes that Shawn couldn't quite identify, a hint of warm affection as his amused hazel eyes met Shawn's narrowed blue ones. Mouth twisting as he resisted the temptation to make a face at the other man---he was the oldest one of the three, after all, and should try to act like an adult---he turned his full attention to their darker lover, who looked incredibly nervous and awkward as he spoke. His eyebrows raised briefly when Dave pulled out the Hunter figure, but his surprise was almost immediately wiped away by a soft smile at the blush on Dave's face. He'd always wondered a little at Scott's obsession with getting Kevin to blush, but he was quickly coming to understand the appeal. His fingers itched with the urge to reach out and touch the man, but he could tell that Dave's little story was hard for him to tell and didn't want to interrupt him... not when he suspected that Dave was leading up to something important. "...you look at it, noticing all the traits and all the flaws as well; think about how it's enriched your life just by being there; but you don't want to put it at risk." Shawn's eyes widened slightly, and he wondered if he was interpreting Dave's words correctly. It sounded like... a confession. Like Dave was talking about far more than just a toy. When Dave pulled out the small figure of him, Shawn realised he was nearly holding his breath, his pulse quickening in a sort of nervous anticipation. "You don't love one more than the other. You love each of them for the special qualities they offer... qualities that you won't ever fully experience if you don't take the risk of opening the boxes." Biting his lip, Shawn blinked, something inside just melting at the little smile Dave had given him. This was not about toys or gifts; this little story was about so much more... more than Shawn had ever dared hope for. Somehow, Dave had described Shawn's own struggle with his feelings for Hunter over the last nine years even while describing... his. "I love you, Hunter." God. That look... Shawn shivered a little at the raw emotion he could see in those dark eyes as Dave looked at Hunter. There was matching emotion in the hazel eyes, and Shawn blinked away the sudden unwanted moisture gathering in his own at that look. His heart was racing now, his fingers almost clenched on the blanket underneath him, as Dave turned to look at him. He couldn't possibly... he wasn't going to... "And I love you, Shawn." Stunned into silence, Shawn stared at Dave as he spoke, some part of his heart cracking open at the sincere words. Hunter was one thing; he'd loved Hunt for so long, and had somehow known, even though he'd never admitted it to himself, that those feelings were returned. This... this was different. New. A first. Always before, he'd been the one to open himself up, to say the words, to leave himself vulnerable. And always before, he'd been hurt by doing so. Not always right away, sometimes of his own doing, but it had happened. Even with Hunter. Finally moved to reaction by the kiss, a startled but happy smile on his face as Dave looked at him, Shawn's verbal response was delayed as he realised that Dave had given him the Hunter figure. He knew Dave was nervous, waiting for a reaction, but for some reason the fact that he'd given Shawn the Hunter toy caught at him. It was an acknowledgement, an admission... and a tangible sign of Dave's own love for both of them. Shawn's breath caught in his throat at that word as he stared at the tiny plastic sneer captured so perfectly on the toy. Love. Dave loved him. So unexpected... but was it? Had anything that Dave had done over the last day not screamed of deeper emotions than simple attraction? Looking back now, Shawn thought not. He felt momentarily bad for not being able to immediately return those words, but he knew somehow that Dave wouldn't want him to. He'd been honest with him earlier that day when he'd said it was possible... and saying it now, when it wasn't true---quite---yet, would be an insult after the way that Dave had just laid himself out for the two of them. Hunter's abrupt movement drew Shawn's eyes up and away from the toy in his lap and he found himself practically staring as Hunter straddled Dave and then tried to suck the other man's breath away. The sight was even more arousing than he'd thought it would be, and he was lost in admiration at the beauty of it... until Hunter sat back. The affectionate touch that Hunter gave to the toy figure of Shawn wasn't lost on him, and neither was the smile. Of all the ways Dave could have chosen to tell his story tonight, this was probably the most effective, and the most appropriate. Working the plastic on his own toy open as he kept his eyes on Hunter playing with his new toy, he couldn't help but laugh when his friend set the toy in his own distinctive pose. "I wouldn't play with him Darling... he has anger management issues..." "Can't be any worse than the real thing," he returned as he finally pulled the toy out, holding it up for a close inspection of his own. The snarl was perfect... only one thing was missing. "He doesn't come with his own water bottle," he mused sadly. He knew he needed to respond to Dave, let him know that everything was good, but... "There better be one of the 'Animal' in there or MiniShawn here's going to have a fit." Cocking his head as he saw a slight blush steal over Dave's face again, he grinned. Suddenly, he knew how he could reply to the heart-stopping, heart-warming admission. Rising up to his knees, he moved closer to Dave's prone form and set the Hunter toy down next to the one Hunt was holding before stretching across Dave, reaching down to the plastic bag near his feet on the other side. Conscious of his own position, he took his time in moving, knowing that Dave had to be nervous without an actual answer but not above a bit of teasing himself. Hunter had taken the immediate pressure off of him; his friend had to realise how shocking that particular admission would be for him, given his past history. But now... Fingers wrapping around the plastic handle, Shawn sat back, pulling out the Dave figure that had been abandoned in the bag and quickly opening it. Running a finger across it, Shawn looked at Dave and smiled again. "I couldn't have asked for a better present." Carefully setting the third figure beside the other two, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tempting lips on that worried-looking face. Pulling back just enough to meet Dave's eyes, he said softly, "Thank you. That means... more than you'll ever know." **** Mark managed not to react when Jeff sat down next to him, instead finishing tying his boots before looking at the other man. He met Jeff's eyes for a moment before his gaze slid away against his own will, but he just couldn't face the man after what he'd done earlier. Knowing that Jeff was perturbed at the goings-on between Matt and Amy made him want to put an arm around him, but he restrained himself, instead letting his eyes flicker over Jeff, taking in the sight. God, he was just losing it. Didn't he have any control left any more? "Tell me one of yours so I don't feel like such an idiot." He could lose himself in those eyes. Remembering to blink after a long moment, Mark didn't miss the not-serious tone of Jeff's voice, but maybe if he did answer him, he could lighten the mood a little... maybe even get his own mind off the images of the man next to him that were haunting him. What could he tell him? It had to be something not widely known... He considered mentioning Shawn for a moment before deciding against it. While he had no objection to Jeff knowing, he and Shawn had gone well out of their way to keep their relationship quiet both during and after the fact to avoid any backlash backstage, and although he suspected that Shawn wouldn't mind Jeff knowing, it wasn't something he was just going to blurt out for no reason. For some reason, that made him think of Adam. And Shannon. But they had both been quite a while ago, and Jeff had to know about Shannon, brief as it had been, since they were good friends. Mentally shaking himself, he decided rather sharply that his past relationships were not going to be the topic of discussion. But... "Well... there is something about me that very few people know." Letting his lips curve a little, Mark was curious as to Jeff's reaction to this little confession. "Very few" was almost an exaggeration; he could probably count on one hand how many people knew this, and nearly all of them had been lovers of his at one time or another. It was�a fairly minor thing, but he didn't like spreading it around because of his reputation. Letting Jeff know about it certainly wouldn't hurt. "I'm a romantic at heart. Candlelit dinners, picnics, long walks... I love that sort of thing." Leaning back, he shrugged a little in response to the question on Jeff's face, forcing himself not to look embarrassed. He'd never really just come out and said it before, preferring to demonstrate instead. Not, he thought to himself, that that was a real option here. **** Dave managed not to show how startled he was when Hunter pushed him backwards, barely having the presence of mind to catch himself on his elbows. He couldn't help the raising of one brow though as Hunter sat on top of him. Having pictured himself in this particular position about oh... half a million times, he found that it was nowhere close to his fantasies. It was a hell of a lot better. As Hunter settled atop his groin, Dave's breath caught in his throat. Oh lord. And then Hunter was kissing the breath right back out of him. He was busy, happily returning that kiss, his hands clasping at Hunter's waist like a drowning man. He wanted to smile when he caught on to Hunter playing with the bar through his tongue, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. By the time the kiss was over, he was heavily aroused and his hands had slipped to bracket Hunter's hips. There was no doubt that Hunter realized it either, with the way he was looking at the man and the fact that his perch was now lumpier than it had been when he'd taken his seat. Dave considered the fact that Hunter wasn't flying across the room as a huge step in their progress to get him comfortable with touching and being touched. "I love you right back David Bautista and this is the coolest present I've ever got." Dave felt an immediate sensation of warmth in the vicinity of his chest upon Hunter's declaration. He didn't doubt Hunter's words at all, but he was still a little surprised that one of the things that he'd so longed for was now his. Hunter loved him. He smiled as he watched Hunter perusing the toy replica of Shawn. The tender touch as Hunter traced the chaps was as much sentiment for the man himself as for the gift. Turning to glance at Shawn, he noticed Shawn's eyes locked on Hunter and started to feel his nervousness returning... just a bit. Though he smiled at the banter between the two and almost laughed at the way Hunter was parading the figure around his chest, he could still feel a bit of doubt creeping around inside. So far... Shawn hadn't said a thing in regards to his story. He wasn't looking for a reciprocation of his words, he knew it was too soon, but he'd expected some kind of reaction. "There better be one of the 'Animal' in there or MiniShawn here's going to have a fit." Again Dave tossed Maggie a mental thank you. The original plan had not included a toy replica of himself, but Maggie had been insistent that he take one of the newly released 'Batista' figures. Of course she had suggested that he could keep it for his own collection or give it to a niece or nephew. He wondered what she would think if she found out who had ended up with it. The thought made his grin grow even wider. Dave started slightly as Shawn set the Hunter figure on his chest with its companion. He'd totally zoned out for a moment and he had just enough time to glimpse the snarling face on the toy before Shawn was stretched over top of him. Between the two of them, they were going to kill him. He focused on breathing while Shawn was stretched over top of him... that and Shawn's... assets. It was kind of hard not to focus on them with them shoved before his face as they were. If he weren't feeling so self-conscious about Shawn not having said anything yet, he might have done more than just focus on said assets. When Shawn settled back down at his side, he watched him taking the Batista figure out of the package. He followed Shawn's finger across the toy with his eyes and then looked up to see that perfect smile he'd come to love so much. Despite the lack of words, Dave felt the tightness in his chest ease a bit. "I couldn't have asked for a better present." Did that mean... that Shawn was happy with what he'd said? He kept his eyes on Shawn's face despite the fact that he felt the minimal weight of the third figure being set upon his chest. The gentle kiss eased yet a bit more of the tension he was holding inside. Shawn wasn't screeching and running for the door. That was a good thing right? "Thank you. That means... more than you'll ever know." The warmth in Shawn's eyes as much as the words he spoke banished the last of the tension from his frame. Shawn was happy and so was Dave. Lifting one hand from Hunter's hip, he settled it against the back of Shawn's neck and drew him back down for a more thorough kiss. As their lips parted that time, he winked at Shawn, his lips settling into a firm smile. "You're very welcome, sweetheart." Letting his hand slip from Shawn's neck to settle on one thigh, Dave became aware of his other problem once again. With Hunter's shifting on top of him as he began a mock match with the figures, Dave was starting to hope that it was about time to head back to the hotel. Not that he minded Hunter sitting there, but it would be oh so much better if they were both... wearing just a bit less. He laughed as Hunter covered the Dave figure with the MiniHunter for a three count by MiniShawn, the special guest referee. "I'm not quite that easy, darlin'," he said as he wiggled his brows. "Although if you promised me some of that cheesecake over there I'd probably lay down quite willingly for the pin." Cheesecake just happened to be one of his few weaknesses when it came to his diet. He'd have to make sure to limit himself or he'd probably eat the whole damn thing. "We really should take that back to the hotel with us when we go." His mind had already latched onto the idea of eating his piece of cheesecake from one of his lovers' chests...it would be interesting at the very least. Just as he was contemplating that lovely scene, he heard the ding of the elevator arriving. He raised a brow at Hunter, wondering if the man was going to stay seated exactly where he was. He sure hoped that Bob didn't have a heart attack if that were the case. A trip to the hospital was not on his agenda for the night. **** to be continued...

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