"ITVR: Chapter 59"
Invitations.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Hunter leaned forward slightly from his position on Dave's hips and let his face just gently brush Shawn's hair as the other blond reached over their reclining lover. He could just imagine the close-up view Dave was being subjected to and smirked at the Heartbreaker's ability to tease by moving just so. Although the smaller man wasn't resting his weight on Dave, Hunter nevertheless lifted his own not-inconsiderable bulk backwards slightly so they didn't smother the dark man too much. Hunt's smirk widened into a full-on grin at the feel of something impressively hard pressing into his behind. A slight tension in his spine told him he better run, but Hunter ruthlessly quashed it in the face of the lovely scene taking place before him. He only just caught the low words exchanged between his lovers, but he reveled in the relieved smile on Dave's face and the relaxed one gracing Shawn's. Unlike Hunter, Shawn hadn't spent the last nine months having a severe crush on Dave, nor had he the pleasure/pain of working with the man on a daily basis. They'd known each other through Hunter at first and while cordial friends, hardly had the same history with each other that Hunt shared with both. It was doing his jaded heart good to see them following through on the events that were set into motion last night. For all that Hunter had turned Shawn away, Dave never had. He'd been the stand up man who'd taken Shawn to that fucking restaurant and spent the night in his bed, arms around him and Not Doing A Damn Thing. Well, Hunter knew they'd been as close as laughing and was incredibly flattered that they'd waited until the Hunter-Issue was sorted out before embarking on their romance. Or not flattering really, if you think that he stopped the two people he loved having sex, by being an asshole to them. Hunter decided then and there,�that�his mission in life was to get Dave and Shawn to have sex as often as humanly possible. Shawn may not yet be in love with Dave, but Hunt knew the signs of Shawn in Lust and if there was one guaranteed way of getting someone to love Dave Bautista, it was to spend time with him. Hey... it had worked for Hunter. Not that Dave had a problem with falling hard and fast for HBK, but that the guy loved Shawn---Mr. Total Goofus---Michaels as well,�gave�Hunt reassurance than it wasn't just Shawn's inherent charm that had slayed the man. Dave actually loved them when they were less than perfect, all the flaws, and not so shiny. They were two of the most well-respected men in their industry, yet still Hunter had to admit that he and Shawn could often act like ten-year-olds at a birthday party when the mood got them. Nothing like this kind of mood of course. This was Hunter's 'Wine and Dine Make Up For Being�A Prick Last Night' date. It was romantic, serious and touching. And MiniHunter was so gonna kick MiniDave's ass. I'm not quite that easy, darlin' "Well damn." Hunter murmured under his breath. MiniHunter stood up from the prone form of MiniDave and demanded a rematch, he also kissed MiniShawn quite passionately in attempt to win the chaps-wearing referee over to his side. "I think they should stop all the wrestling and just go find somewhere private to grope each other." Dave's remark about the cheesecake gave Hunter some completely lewd ideas that would probably be far too sticky and coincided with the elevator doors opening to reveal Bob. Fortunately he was checking his watch, so when Hunter smoothly rose to his feet, MiniWrestlers in arms, and took a step to the edge of the blanket, Bob looked none the wiser about their physical closeness. Not that Hunt was truly concerned. Plenty of activities could be explained away by 'rough housing' and really, from what Hunter had heard over the years,�pro-wrestlers slept with more men, women and animals than your average porn star. Of course�none of their�reputations could ever compare to Ric's, but then... whose could? "Hey Bob! Thanks again for this, I know it isn't your usual gig, but we really appreciate the time to get some peace and quite." Smoothly shifting gears, Hunter put on his publicity savvy face and chatted amiably with the older man while Dave and Shawn gathered themselves up. "It's fine Mr. Helmsley. No problem at all." Bob looked enquiringly at the three aggressive toys in Hunter's arms, but wisely refrained from commenting. "Mr. Levy called and said you'd be by tonight and I think it's grand you chose My building for your meeting." Hunter heard the capital M in the 'My' and decided that he liked Bob. The man was likely completely unimpressed by anyone and Hunter found that very refreshing. Getting ready to leave, Hunter made a move towards the elevator when he saw the paper and pen tucked into Bob's back pocket. "Still, we appreciate it Bob. Hey, any chance you need an autograph? For a family member perhaps? It's the best way we can say thanks sometimes." It was incredibly arrogant of Hunter to make the offer, expecting Bob or someone he knew to be a fan. Particularly if the paper was his racing form or something. But the way the man was glancing at Shawn was an indication of someone working out how to ask for a signature... or a date. If it was the�latter, Hunt reckoned he could take�him in a fair fight.� "Oh sure. Thanks Mr. Helmsley that would be great. My son's a mad keen fan, I just know he'd give me hell if I didn't get one. Thanks Mr. Michaels." Stepping into the lift, Hunter leaned his shoulder against Dave's and smiled down the few short inches at Shawn. "Oh to be the Baby Face. Loved and adored by millions, while we Nasty Nasty Men in black trunks collect nothing but jeers." He wondered if he could make it to the car without Shawn hitting him. He could always hide behind Dave. **** Even as Kevin's lips curled at the glare that his lover bestowed upon him, he knew that Scott was going to move. It wasn't often that he could get his lover to take that kind of bait during scenes; even with the overwhelming arrogance, Scott possessed wonderful self-control. Usually. The harsh, demanding kiss surprised him, since he hadn't expected Scott to go for his mouth. The hands tangled in his hair, pulling tightly, provoked a growl out of him as he responded without meaning to. Even as Scott let go, Kevin could taste the faint coppery tang of blood in his mouth although he wasn't entirely sure which of theirs it was. His breath coming in harsh pants, his cock throbbing from the arousal singing through his veins, the sensation of hot wet flesh sliding across the sensitive head drew out another, harsher, growl and his hands threaded through Scott's hair before he realised he was moving. Coming to his senses in time to prevent himself from holding Scott there while he fucked his mouth, he instead yanked Scott's head away, his own eyes narrow in response to the fiery glare emanating from those dark eyes. "No." Using his grip to throw Scott back down onto the bed, Kevin sucked in a deep breath before moving to kneel beside his lover on the blankets. "That was a mistake, babe." Running a hand down Scott's side, he smirked a little as his fingers passed tantalisingly close to the hard shaft rising insistently from between Scott's thighs. As much as he wanted to feast on Scott's body tonight, he didn't quite have the heart to force him to lay on his back while he did so; it had been a long time since they'd done anything like this... and he had other possibilities open to him, anyway. "Onto your stomach, Scott." A swat at the hip he'd just been caressing, and his smirk widened a little at the shuddering moan that his lover released as his weight pressed his arousal into the mattress. Swinging a leg over Scott's thighs, Kevin draped himself against Scott's back, supporting his weight on his elbows. His position left his cock resting snugly against Scott's ass and he bit his lip for a minute as he resisted the temptation to thrust against his lover's body.�Gently pushing the sweat-soaked hair away from Scott's neck, he leaned forward to press his lips to the skin there, nibbling and licking his way along the inviting curve, reveling in the small shudders and whines that Scott couldn't quite suppress. Lifting his head just enough for his lips to brush against the soft shell of Scott's ear, he said huskily, "You need a lesson in patience, Bad Guy. And that's what you're going to get." Returning his attention to the area he'd just left, he nibbled his way down the skin again until he reached a particularly sensitive spot and sank his teeth into the skin. Scott's reaction was immensely gratifying, although his body's arch was restrained by Kevin's weight on top of him. Soothing the bite mark with his tongue, Kevin slowly worked his way backward, his lips and teeth and tongue traveling down Scott's spine, not missing a centimeter of skin to tease and nibble on and suck at. Reaching the curve of his lover's lower back, Kevin let his fingers get involved, teasing gently over hips and reddened flesh as he licked his way across the dimples hidden there. He was terribly tempted to bite the rounded flesh beneath him, but he didn't want to hurt Scott that much, and having a bite mark on top of the abuse his ass had already taken tonight would make the next day incredibly painful for him. Instead, he laved the sore flesh with his tongue, his own arousal rising with each of Scott's whimpers and restless movements. Pausing with�his hands at Scott's hips, he snagged a pillow from the pile at the head of the bed�as he settled himself back between Scott's legs. Urging Scott's hips�up far enough to tuck it under him, Kevin took a moment to�admire Scott's ass, red and sore and now tilted at a definitely inviting angle toward him. Ruthlessly ignoring the throbbing at his groin at the sight, Kevin�ran his hands across the tempting flesh before�pulling the rounded globes apart as gently as he could. Smiling again at Scott's almost frantic reaction, he leaned forward, licking a long slow path down across the musky skin. **** a romantic at heart. Candlelit dinners, picnics, long walks... I love that sort of thing. He couldn't stop the fleeting, wistful expression crossing his features at the low-voiced confession. Jeff knew that he'd never get that kind of treatment from the man, they were colleagues, not lovers, but... wouldn't it be nice? Just to be loved so much that someone would want to take you out, or go to the trouble of organising a picnic for you... because they wanted to. Because they thought you were special enough to merit it. Jeff really hadn't expected Mark to tell him anything, and if on the off chance the big man felt like playing, he'd guess it would be something like 'Nash wears a blue g-string' or something. Not an actual secret. A confidence that was delivered with such obvious honesty that Jeff didn't for a moment doubt Mark's word. There was�a flood of warmth through Jeff's heart, tinged by a spear of pain, at the imagery�Mark's words produced. Oh yes. He could just imagine Mark being the kind of perfect lover that most people dream about, the kind they never have, but always want. Jeff wasn't too proud to exclude himself from that club either, he was just as much a sucker for being romanced as the next man, but to know... to know for sure... that Mark would love to spend time just being with his partner, was enough to bring a roaring surge of jealousy into Jeff's mind. Jeff had tried a few times to show�his partners how he felt by surprising them with gifts and treats... but it never got quite the reaction he'd hoped for. He felt so much envy towards the previous men in Mark's life that he had to drop his eyes again, so that Mark wouldn't see the nasty little person inside him. Shan had deserved a man like Mark to treat him right, his friend having been through more shit than Jeff could ever claim to know. Mark had healed�the small blond�with his attention and his love and Jeff had never begrudged his beautiful friend his happiness. Till now. Less that an eyeblink after Mark had spoken, Jeff stood up quickly from the bench. Guess that answered your stupid, fuckin' teasing didn't it?�Jeff�cursed mentally as he waited for Mark to join him. The man of your dreams would be romantic with someone he liked, treat them like gold instead of cheap dross and he apparently didn't even do it because he was under pressure. Mark actually wanted to, because he cared for his�lovers. It shouldn't be that strange a thing, should it? Jeff could remember a conversation with one of the Divas about the various merits and flaws of her current boyfriend. He'd been astonished when she'd mentioned that she had to tell her lover to buy her flowers, what kind she liked and when to get them. It had struck him as very sad that her partner had been given his orders, which he'd dutifully carried out... not because he wanted to, but because it was expected. Jeff would take Mark's long walks over bullied romance any day. In fact, he was becoming painfully aware that he would take Mark any way he could get him as if he'd been starved of something for so long that now was just within his reach. It was a feeling likely to doom him to a broken heart, but no one had ever accused Jeff of having more sense than feeling. The sensible thing to do would be to work his ass off for the next three months, earn Vince's trust back, secure his friendship with Mark and get the fuck over his unrequited lust for the man. Yeah... like thinking it could make it happen. Pulling up a smile from the bottom of his shoes, Jeff raised his eyebrows at Mark's slightly embarrassed expression. "Well, I admit you wouldn't have to bend my arm to get me walking on a beach at sunset either." A slight shrug to indicate Mark shouldn't be shy about the topic in the least. "Thanks... for the secret I mean. I appreciate you trusting me with it." Much as it just added another lump of concrete to the many Jeff was putting under the pedestal he had Mark on. "I'm so hungry my stomach has declared war on my spleen, can we please eat?" At Mark's bemused nod, Jeff lead them out of the dressing room with his quickest stride. The taller man would still have to adjust slightly for Jeff's shorter legs, but not as much as he might usually. Jeff's boundless energy was coming back to him and he normally raced around most the time with Matt lagging behind like a watchdog. At least in their footsteps, Jeff and Mark were on a level playing field. With the backstage area almost completely empty now, Jeff didn't have to raise his chin at any of the looks he might have received while leaving with Mark. After the pleasantries he'd heard while waiting earlier, he guessed that Heyman's threats to smear his name backstage hadn't hit quite yet. Although there was very little that hadn't been spread about Jeff in his career, he really could do without Mark's tension over his supposed involvement with 'That Freak Hardy... no... the Younger One.' Pushing out the�exit doors,�Jeff hazarded a guess that 'Taker had hired a rental rather than a private car, it was usually everyone's easiest mode of traveling, but Mark could pretty much do as he wanted so Jeff wasn't a hundred percent sure. "Um... my bag's in a locker at the airport and I got a cab over here. You mind driving?" **** because we sure as hell know it isn�t me. Steve could not believe his ears. Randy was actually... Randy was.... Randy was fucked in the head if he thought for a second Steve cared what other people thought of him. "Yer fucked in the head if ya think I care what other people think of me," he ground out with a flare of anger that surprised him. Who thought Randy wasn't good enough? Who would dare suggest that he wasn't the kind of man Steve would spend his time with? When he found them... Austin was gonna hurt them. Reaching out, he secured Randy's wrist and pulled the younger man back to the car. "Now yer gonna�sit down and shut up so I can tell ya my bit of it." Seeing the mutinous expression on the sculpted features Austin frowned warningly and continued. "No, I do not think the idea of you and me is a fuckin' joke and I'll smack the face of anyone who thinks different... including you." Looking into the soft chocolate eyes of this fascinating young man, Steve truly wondered how he was going to convince Randy that they could have more than just a few short hours. He hadn't been lying when he said he didn't give a shit about back-stage gossip. Hell, first thing he'd do if he landed Randy was strut around showing them who was the man. After he phoned Kitten of course. It was no secret Randy was practically untouchable in the lovin' department, what with Hunter's looming presence and the�possibility of Orton Snr on your case if you touched his baby boy. But he must of had his share of offers, from his sycophant friends if nothing more. And he'd turned them all down. 'Cept Steve. It was the reason why the kid's straight forward come-on last night had been such a shot out of the blue. If he'd thought Randy would make a play for anyone, he would have bet you a thousand it wouldn't be for his bald ass. "Last night was pretty amazing in my book o' first nights and I ain't gonna let you treat me like a one night stand for no good reason. What they think," a finger copied Randy's earlier gesture, "ain't worth shit. You and me,�that's what counts here in this conversation by the fuckin' way, you and me as an 'us', well that�is possible Kid, if ya want it." Seeing that Randy wasn't going to try and bolt again soon, Austin let go of the wrist in his fingers and took a few steps away from the car while he waited for his young lover's response. Randy watched him through narrowed eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Austin could not be serious about this. Randy did not have a hope in hell of having a relationship with someone like Steve, not in the reality they lived in. The bald superstar may have the luxury of not givin' a damn, but Randy didn't and he knew what life for him would be like as Steve's boyfriend backstage. Most already thought he was blowing Hunter�and Ric just to keep his spot in Evolution, so adding Steve to the mix would just confirm everyone's theory. Their low opinion of Randy he could handle and had been doing so for years, it would be the snide attacks on Steve that would kill him. And the man just didn't damn well see it. He thought it was just Randy being stupid rather than the very real life the young man�was currently leading being seriously messed up and taking Austin's along with it.�Randy adored wrestling, and just about everything in the industry was like a gift to him from god knows where... it was in his blood. But he wasn't prepared to fuck up Steve's life by bringing him into the world Randy had unfortunately created for himself. Steve was acting like Randy was a member of his pride or something and big bad Alpha Male Austin was gonna nip him into line. Well fuck that. Randy was ending this before it even began and Steve could just take it or leave it. Feeling rebellion stirring in his guts, Randy contemplated making another grab for freedom. He was at a disadvantage because Austin could out wrestle him, but if�Randy could get to the door of his car.... "Try it an I'll drag ya across my lap and swat ya a couple." Steve suspected that had been the wrong thing to say, the minute Randy punched him. **** Dave wasn't at all sure how Hunter made it to his feet that quickly. With his 'condition' he was going to be moving just a bit slower. Luckily Hunter's chatting with Bob provided a nice distraction. He grimaced slightly as he rolled to his knees and pushed himself to his feet. Maybe after a bit of time had passed he wouldn't react quite so quickly whenever Shawn or Hunter touched him. It was a double-edged sword. It's not that he didn't want to respond to them that way, but it could be a bit awkward when they ended up in the ring together. Biting his lip slightly when he turned to find Shawn bent over in front of him picking up the bag and packaging from the ground, Dave groaned quietly. Shaking his head slightly, he turned and picked up the cheesecake, putting the top back on it. Shawn raised a brow when he saw the box in Dave's hands, but didn't comment on it. Dave just grinned at him as they headed towards Hunter. "...I just know he'd give me hell if I didn't get one. Thanks Mr. Michaels." Smiling as Shawn signed the autograph, Dave grabbed his bag and slung the strap over his shoulder. Winking at Hunter, he walked into the elevator and waited for the other two to join him. When Hunter leaned against him, Dave turned to look at him. Hunter looked like a mischievous kid so what he said really didn't surprise Dave at all. "Oh to be the BabyFace. Loved and adored by millions, while we Nasty Nasty Men in black trunks collect nothing but jeers." Dave laughed as Shawn swatted at Hunter. When he went to do it a second time and Hunter tried squeezing behind him, Dave couldn't help but remember similar fights with his cousins. "Okay children. Don't make me take this belt off." He was proud. He'd sounded almost exactly like his dad. The reactions he garnered for his little threat sent his mind spiraling in another direction. Hunter was looking slyly at him. Shawn on the other hand, looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head and he was smiling. "Promise?" The picture that popped into his mind at that point was... too terribly appealing, though Dave thought it might be just a bit early in their relationship to explore that kind of thing. Maybe after they actually managed having 'normal' sex, then it could become a topic of discussion. Dave shuddered slightly though he was sure it wasn't evident. He answered Shawn's question with a wink and a smile. As they climbed into the car to head back to the hotel, Dave's only hope was that the trip would be short... very short. **** "That was a mistake, babe." He knew that it was... but was it really? After all, in a way he had gotten what he wanted... Kev on the bed with him, touching Scott instead of touching himself. He'd pay for it though, oh hell would he pay for it. Despite the fact that he knew Kevin was going to torture him endlessly, he thought that it certainly had been worth the loss of control, even if Kevin did tease him about it later. "Onto your stomach, Scott." Oh god. Scott shuddered as much from the swat Kevin gave him as the contact of his hard, swollen flesh brushing against the sheets as he rolled into the requested position. Burying his face in the stark white sheet, Scott smiled as Kevin settled above him. It was short-lived though when he felt the brush of Kevin's hot length against his ass. He whined quietly into the mattress. The touch of Kevin's lips against his neck had him aching to thrust his hips back against Kevin's weight, but he bit down on his lip and forced himself to lie still except for tilting his head slightly to the side. His neck being one of his most sensitive spots, Scott couldn't help but react. An occasional shudder ripped through his frame and he knew Kevin was well aware of it. He could still taste the tang of blood in his mouth, whose he wasn't sure, but he did recall that Kev preferred to hear his quiet noises of pleasure. Forcing his jaw to unclench, he released his lip from between his teeth and allowed his whimpers free rein. "You need a lesson in patience, Bad Guy. And that's what you're going to get." As far as Scott was concerned, in most cases patience was over-rated. Not in this case though. In this case, the more patience he had, the longer Kevin would touch him and that was what he wanted even if it did drive him out of his mind. He had wondered, even if he hadn't admitted it to himself, exactly how much had changed between them. It was obvious that their relationship was different, much deeper, this time around and he had been worried that this aspect of their relationship would change as well. Just because they now shared softer feelings towards each other, he hadn't wanted to give up this game of domination that they played together... hadn't wanted to lose this aspect of 'them'. Until he'd been face down on Kev's lap a few minutes ago, he'd wondered if Kevin would take it easy on him. He'd wondered if Kevin would let him get away with things that he hadn't before... now he had his answer. Scott was so lost in his temporary wanderings that the sensation of Kevin's teeth sinking into his skin shocked him. That's what he got for not paying attention to Kevin's lesson. His back arched, his ass pressing into Kevin's burning length, the sensation at his neck both ecstasy and pain. His whimper was answered by Kevin's tongue soothing the bite. Little gasps broke his lips as the warm wetness probed the marked flesh. He relished every touch as Kevin worked his way down his spine, alternately clenching and unclenching his hands in the sheets. He refused to squirm, but that didn't stop the noises from falling from his lips, little moans and whimpers of pleasure. Once Kevin reached the reddened flesh, Scott could no longer control his responses. He told himself not to move, but every little touch to the heated area of his bottom half provoked a response. He moved restlessly, not sure if he was trying to avoid or prolong the feeling of Kevin's tongue against his tender skin. It stung and yet at the same time it felt so overwhelmingly good. He was oblivious to Kevin grabbing the pillow, noticing he had it only when Kevin slipped it beneath his hips. When had he lifted them? The simple touch of the pillowcase against his cock was almost enough to set him off, but he clamped down on the instinctive need to come. He would wait until Kevin gave him permission. There was no other choice. The alternative was not an option. Kevin hadn't softened in regards to their play and he already knew what his punishment would be if he jumped the gun, so to speak. Kevin would force Scott to watch as he brought himself off and not allow Scott to touch him at all... that was not an option, not tonight. Even as Kevin's hands touched his ass, he knew what was coming. He wanted it, god how he wanted it, yet at the same time he knew it was going to be a true test of his self-control not to give in to the clamoring need for release. He thrust his hips up, pushing his reddened flesh more firmly into Kevin's grip, hoping the pain would force him to focus on that rather than his need. His fingers once again clenched tightly in the sheets, his toes digging into the mattress he finally gave in and began to beg for what he wanted. Even as he felt the first swipe of Kevin's tongue, he let himself go. "God, Kev. Please. I..." His husky pain-laden voice was barely audible, but the whimper that broke into his pleas wasn't. "Need you to... more, Kev... please." He wasn't sure what he wanted more of at the moment, but whatever it was he hoped Kev would give it to him. Kevin took his time with his preparation just as he had with everything else so far. Scott whimpered and begged the whole while shamelessly. He had no shame when it came to this man and what they did together. Scott could feel the leash on his control close to slipping. He increased his pleas, hoping Kevin would finally give in and let him have what he needed before it was too late to stop himself form exploding. "Please... Kev... I can't..." Stop. Though the last word never left his lips. "I need..." You inside me now. It wasn't verbalized but it was there. "God... love you, Kev." He knew Kev would understand. Whether he would finally give in was the question. **** "I'm not quite that easy, darlin'." Raising his eyebrows at the statement, Shawn restrained the comment that came to his lips but couldn't quite keep back the snort at Dave's words. Remembering the all-too-brief time that they'd stolen in the shower earlier, he found himself suddenly more than eager to leave, even as wonderful as the dinner had been. "Although if you promised me some of that cheesecake over there I'd probably lay down quite willingly for the pin." "I'm sure we could arrange something, then," Shawn said with a wink, biting back laughter as he watched Hunter arrange the MiniWrestlers in obscene positions on top of Dave. He'd never realised his friend could be so completely captured by toys... although considering the overall situation, he shouldn't be surprised. After all, how often did you get to tease your lovers by arranging action figures of them in positions that you were---hopefully---looking forward to recreating in real life? He was nearly ready to lean forward and do his damnedest to recreate the kiss Hunter had just posed when the elevator dinged. Watching Hunter casually stand up as the elevator doors slid open, he had to smile. Big bad Triple H... with a slight flush from wine and emotion and his arms full of toys. Rising to his feet, he spotted the discarded packaging from the MiniWrestlers and bent over to put it all away in the plastic bag, not wanting to leave the garbage just laying there. Hunter had called in some sort of hefty favour in order to use this place, and Shawn definitely didn't want to have his lover look bad after pulling strings to set up a romantic interlude. As he turned around and saw Dave packaging up the cheesecake, he raised an eyebrow but refrained from comment. It was kind of nice to know that the Animal had a weakness for the sweet dessert... he'd definitely remember that if ever he had to make an apology to the man in the future. Not that he was planning on doing anything that would require an apology, but you never knew. Smiling at the security guard as he held out the paper and pen, Shawn quickly scribbled his autograph and handed it back, ignoring through force of habit the little glint in the man's eye. He'd seen that particular expression so often that he was pretty much immune to it anymore... except on the faces of the two men sharing the elevator with him. Seeing Hunter lean against Dave, his problem with touching apparently gone, made him return the smile granted to him... for a moment. "Oh to be the BabyFace. Loved and adored by millions, while we Nasty Nasty Men in black trunks collect nothing but jeers." Shawn's eyes narrowed. That was probably as close as Hunter would ever dare come to calling him "cute". At least, it had better be. He'd long ago accepted the fact that even with his legendary status, he was considered too small, too short, and too pretty to really be a wrestler by the majority of people out there. But there were certain words that were guaranteed to set him off, and Hunt knew them all. "Cute" was at the top of the list. Reaching out before Hunter had time to react, Shawn smacked him in the shoulder. Hard. Trying to hide behind Dave didn't get Hunter anything but another thwap, but before Shawn could try to follow up on that, Dave interrupted their play. "Don't make me take this belt off." God. That stopped Shawn cold, his eyes widening as his eyes flew up to meet Dave's, a shiver of heat running through his nerves at the mere words. Forcing himself to step back from that particular path, since it had been a long time since he'd walked it and he really wasn't ready to start down it again tonight, he let his lips curve into a wicked little smile as he cocked his head at Dave. "Promise?" The warm innuendo flowed through his voice. If he hadn't been watching Dave so closely, he would've missed the answering flash of heat in the chocolate eyes... but the wink was unmistakable, and that smile was... promising. Shuffling that particular thought away to follow up on later, Shawn led the way out to the car, hopping into the front seat this time. It was Dave and Hunter's turn to share the back seat, and Shawn could just see the both of them in the rear-view mirror if he tilted his head slightly. Watching them try to subtly touch each other without drawing attention made him smile even as the currents flowing between them spiked his own reaction to their presence. Giving brief directions to the driver, Shawn spent the time during the drive back to the hotel watching his lovers in the mirror. And wasn't that an intriguing thought... He'd have to see if he couldn't dig up an extra-large mirror somewhere when he got home. Home. Blinking slightly as they pulled into the parking lot, Shawn wondered just where they would be going the next day. They had the four days between now and Bad Blood off, but where would they be spending them? They all had homes... in completely different parts of the country. That was something none of them had thought of, but it had to be addressed. Climbing out of the car with a wave at the driver, he waited just long enough to snag his duffle bag out of the back of the car and make sure that Hunter and Dave were close behind before heading into the hotel at a slow saunter. Biting back the smirk that wanted to cover his face, he was very aware of the eyes fastened onto his ass. He didn't bring out HBK in his personal life very often, but the Heartbreak Kid's strut, toned down a touch since they were in public after all, seemed terribly appropriate at the moment. The elevator doors slid open to discharge a serviceman as Shawn arrived and he took advantage of the timing. Leaning against the side of the elevator as he unobtrusively poked the "doors open" button, he crossed his legs at the ankle, resting most of weight on his hip. As Dave and Hunter followed him in a moment later, he favoured them with a heavy-lidded look that swept over them, his body surging into arousal at the thought that they were almost---finally---going to be alone together, in a private place. The look Dave gave him in return, as if he were eating him with his eyes, only heightened his feelings, and he didn't miss Hunter's reaction either. Moving quickly but without looking like he was rushing, he was the first out of the elevator once it stopped at their floor and was swiping the card to let himself in by the time they were halfway there. Dropping his bag and kicking it into a corner, Shawn hurriedly toed off his shoes and socks, sending them after the bag. The cap landed on the sofa, buried in turn under his t-shirt, and as the door opened again to admit his lovers, he turned with one hand over his mouth in an exaggerated yawn, the other at the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button open as he met their eyes, fully aware of his body's eager response to their gazes, he smiled a little as he took a step backward toward the bed. "I don't know about you two, but I'm more than ready for bed," he drawled, glad that his voice had recovered from earlier---he planned on using it tonight. "Think you'd be interested in... joining me?" **** The look on Shawn's face left Hunter in no doubt that he'd be on the receiving end of a smack any second now and... yes... there it was. Grinning unrepentantly, Hunter ducked behind Dave as much as the confined space of the elevator would allow him and tried to avoid a second... ow damn... slap. Despite their size difference, Shawn was no light weight and when he hit you he put his whole�body behind it. Hunter cradled the target shoulder and flexed his fingers to see if he still had feeling in them. He was just on the verge of sticking his tongue out at the smaller blond, when Dave, the man in the middle, spoke up. Don't make me take this belt off. Why not? Hunter's grin became sly at the inference Dave's words had unconsciously taken on, while the look on Shawn's face was just priceless. Hunt had never treaded the waters of belts, cuffs etc, but he was hardly what anyone would call a shy or prudish person by nature. He knew Shawn had played many a game with his various lovers, but although Hunter could guess at what they did, Shawn had never shared any of the more intimate details of his sex life with Hunter, except for what he'd seen of course. mise? Forcing away the odd feeling that the train of thought produced, Hunter almost laughed out loud at the wickedly interested tone of his lover's voice. Dave didn't respond, but from what Hunt could see, the man wasn't exactly reluctant to explore any and all possibilities presented to him by the Heartbreaker. When they climbed back into the car for the ride to the hotel, Hunt felt himself relaxing in increments as they came closer and closer to their destination. He'd begun to feel the tension exuding from Dave at the end of the picnic as much as Shawn had and was just as happy as his lovers to find somewhere with peace and quiet for them to explore 'possibilities' in detail. He should have known what he was in for the moment they got out of the car and Shawn walked ahead of them into the foyer. Hunt blinked as he witnessed Shawn's casual stride evolve into a smooth glide that could called 'inviting' in polite company and 'fuck me' in not so polite. Drawing in a swift breath, Hunt watched HBK move to the lifts and slowed his walk so that he could enjoy the view. Despite what most everyone else looked at, and Hunter sure didn't blame them, he wasn't actually ogling Shawn's ass... but his back. He just had the biggest 'thing' for the blond's spine, shoulders and tailbone and when used to such devastating effect he was spellbound. Hunt had done his own share of spying on his lover while in the ring, admiring the way the chaps laced up at the base of Shawn's spine and occasionally wondering if he could talk Shawn into getting a tattoo there. Something tasteful like... Property of Batista&HHH. Looking at Dave with plans to share the joke Hunt was lost in the hungry expression on the dark man's face while he looked at their lover. Of course... Dave had never been on the receiving end of the Heartbreak Kid's charisma in full flight and was apparently realising all his dreams had come at once. Hunter was made of sterner stuff... just... and that was really only because he's spent years obsessing over his beautiful friend�thus learning to control his reactions a little better. The elevator ride was something that could be defined as torture in some countries as the three of them manfully refrained from touching each other in any way. They let their eyes do all the touching. When Shawn took off down the hallway, Hunter slowed his pace a trifle and let Dave precede him towards their room. He had a small idea of what might be waiting for them and was hoping to witness Dave's reaction first hand. Hunter's own body was starting to make its interest known and he was more than willing to indulge his voyeuristic streak if he was permitted. Dave and Shawn had experienced a rough time the previous night and Hunt was really hoping that some of the things they'd denied themselves would be fulfilled very soon. Watching Dave's shoulders as his lover slid his card through the lock, left Hunter imagining the exotic coloured inks so deliciously gracing the broad, muscled torso. He'd been so turned on by the sight in the shower earlier that Hunt was wondering if the same effect might happen the moment the man removed his shirt. Well... Hunt was a 'back' man apparently. nk you'd be interested in... joining me? Drop... Dead... Gorgeous. Both of them. Dave looked like he was burning from within and Shawn... God. Torn between an almost feral desire to pounce on Shawn growling mine, and to drop to his knees in front of Dave�in worship, Hunt managed to control both those reactions by pulling his t-shirt over his head and blocking the view. Looking away from the two men, Hunter ignored them both and walked to the bedside table where he dropped his keys and his phone. After a fierce battle of wills, Hunter raised his eyes to looked at his lovers, one reclined on the bed, inviting, enticing and so very lovely. The other still several feet away,�exotic, powerful and incredibly tempting. "More than interested Love." Hunter toed off his own shoes and socks, then�pulled the draw string tie of his�sweat pants until the�white cords dangled loose.�Crawling onto the far end of the bed, he eyed Shawn�with a hot speculative gaze. In just a moment Hunter would be able to fulfill a decade of fantasies. There was just one incredibly vital thing missing. "David... come here."� **** 1.15 am Chris was just beginning to doze, the lovely haze of his own pain medication mixing with the afterglow of some seriously hot lovemaking, when the alarm on his cell phone destroyed the quiet calm of the room. The fact that the little piece of technology was about to vibrate itself off the bed side table was enough to bring a small smile to Chris� face. Reaching out to calm the frantic phone and check the time, CJ stifled a jaw-cracking yawn as he felt his lover turn in his lap. Looking down into Adam�s upside-down face, Chris winced in sympathy at the lines of fatigue and irritation circling the beautiful half-closed eyes. Adam Copeland, June 8th or 9th depending on what time it is, 2004, and we're in... Uniondale New York It was pretty scary that the routine for concussion was known to each wrestler by rote. If you hadn�t had one, a very rare event, then you�d baby sat someone who did and yes� everyone hated it with a passion. From either end. do we really have to do this every single hour? Adam�s grouchiness was completely understandable from CJ�s point of view. He was hurt, tired, had a hell of a headache and all he wanted to do was sleep, but that was the last thing he was allowed to get. Although the face buried in the pillow in his lap was presenting a tempting picture in the half-light from the table lamp, Chris knew Adam wouldn�t be able to sleep again like that. Not if he suffocated himself first. Nodding in sympathy to Adam�s complaint, he turned the damaged body onto its side and settled Adam�s head back on the pillow with his face raised. Chris quickly opened the bottle of massage oil and dabbled some onto his fingertips. Slowly rubbing the fragrant oil into his lover�s temples, he watched as Adam�s eyes fluttered shut and his mutinous expression began to relax. �Glad to know you got the first bit right, Babe.� Chris kept his voice low and soft, hoping the sound would soothe Adam even further. �And yes, you can sleep your way through. I�ll wake you for breakfast.� Feeling Adam start at his sudden capitulation Chris continued, �Because if I don�t wake you to play twenty questions and while you slept you suffered a subdural hematoma with, I don�t know� bleeding from your ears or something�� he hadn�t got to the word idiot yet, but he really didn�t need to, ��then Jay would kick my ass and he�s a scary guy first thing in morning." In the mood he was in CJ wouldn�t be surprised if Adam bit his fingers for the smart-aleck reply, but he kept his hands moving, stroking the frowning brown and consequently, holding his lover down on the pillow. �I hate doing it to you Babe, but I�ll hate us both even more if I let you go into a coma. It�ll be over soon, I promise.� Pressing his lips gently against Adam�s eyelids, Chris knew he had made his point, when Adam sighed and nodded, turning his face once more into the pillow. Not allowing himself to fall asleep just yet, Chris leaned down to their bags and fished around for his book. Settling himself back against the headboard, he slowly stoked Adam�s hair again, while he turned the pages one-handed. 2.15 am Beep, (vzzzz) beep, (vzzzz ) beep, (vzzzz) beep �Sorry Babe.� **** Silence. For some reason, Mark found himself almost holding his breath while he waited for a response from the beautiful young man sitting next to him. That realisation was followed immediately by realising that he'd just thought of Jeff as beautiful. Shit. Whatever the hell was wrong with him, he was starting to suspect it was more than just passing lust. Not that it could be too passing anyway, a little voice in the back of his mind whispered, since he'd been "wrong" since he and Jeff had worked together two years ago. He noticed with some resignation that�the voice�sounded suspiciously like Shawn trying not to laugh. His attention distracted by his own thoughts, he nearly missed the expression that flitted across Jeff's face, but caught a glimpse of it as he looked at the other man. Jeff looked... wistful? Did the younger man want someone who would do things like that? Mark knew immediately that he wanted to do things like that for Jeff... and hard on the heels of that followed fear. Was he falling for Jeff? He barely knew him. And what in the world could Jeff possibly see in him? He was old and getting older; he was worn out, cynical, and starting to look forward to retirement. Jeff was... young. He had an entire career ahead of him and the creativity and willpower to make anything�he set his mind to succeed. He was also incredibly compelling, fascinating, and gorgeous. And he was moving away from Mark like he'd been burned. That answered that wild daydream, didn't it? What could Jeff see in him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Mark could be, would be, Jeff's mentor and hopefully friend, and in the recesses of his heart he added "protector" to that list. The other man would probably be insulted if Mark ever admitted that, but after the glimpses of vulnerability he'd seen earlier, he knew that his protective instinct had already expanded to cover Jeff. Not that the interesting little moment they'd had in the side hall had been any indicator of that, of course not. And then Jeff was smiling at him, although Mark rather thought that the smile looked false, out of place on the face that had seconds ago been almost longing. "I admit you wouldn't have to bend my arm to get me walking on a beach at sunset either." Jeff and him walking along a beach at sunset, hand-in-hand... Mark blinked hard. That was a pipe dream if ever there was one, and the distance Jeff had just put between them spoke volumes to that. It was almost painful to know that Jeff did like that sort of thing, now that Mark was sure that it didn't matter. He nodded in response to Jeff's thanks and request for leaving, somewhat bemused by his own actions. He had trusted Jeff with something that he'd never openly admitted before... and he suspected that it was going to come back and bite him later. Not that he was worried about Jeff telling the entire backstage, but somehow, he just knew that his little admission would resurface sometime. "...my bag's in a locker at the airport and I got a cab over here. You mind driving?" Well. That probably answered Mark's earlier unspoken question as to whether or not Jeff had somewhere to stay, too. Biting back the immediate offer of the spare bed in his hotel room, he shook his head as he lead Jeff to his rental car. "That's fine. Do you want to stop by the airport and get your stuff first? It won't add too much to the time." Stowing his bag in the back seat, he unlocked the car and got in, waiting for Jeff to let him know where they were going. **** to be continued... |