"ITVR: Chapter 60"
Queries.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Slowly. Kevin held that word in his mind as he tasted his lover, his tongue caressing Scott in the most intimate way possible. He had to go slowly; not just because he was treating Scott to a lesson in patience, but because if he let himself go, he'd last all of two seconds and he'd most likely hurt Scott, and hurting him, really hurting him, was not an option. "God, Kev. Please. I..." The need in Scott's voice went straight to Kevin's cock. No. He couldn't listen to it... had to ignore it for another few minutes while he did this. Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, he pushed inward with his tongue, using it to help stretch the tight ring of muscle. "Need you to...�more, Kev... please." He should be gratified that Scotty was finally begging, finally giving in to what Kev had wanted the entire time. But right this second... Thrusting with his tongue a few last times before lifting his head, Kevin dropped a last kiss on Scott's tailbone before reaching out... and realised that he'd forgotten something. Shit. Glancing around, he spotted his bag on the floor just a few feet away. Thank God. If he had to leave Scotty now for more than a few seconds, his lover would come unglued, and not in a pleasant way. Scott was so lost right now that he probably was only barely aware of Kevin's voice, let alone his presence. "Hang on, Scotty," he said, his voice reflecting almost as much need as Scott's had as he leaned to the side, one hand on Scott's thigh both for balance and for reassurance that he was still there as he reached out. Snagging the strap with his fingertips, he pulled at it until it was close enough for him to reach. Quickly grabbing the required tube from its accustomed spot in the side pocket, he pushed himself back up until he was kneeling between Scott's thighs. One look was almost enough for him to lose his own control, and he wondered for an instant if Scott would still affect him like this in twenty years; he sure as hell hoped so. Leaning forward to kiss Scott's neck as he popped the tube open and squeezed some out onto his fingers, he ran one hand down Scott's spine, stopping at his tailbone. God, he loved this, loved the absolute trust that Scott gave him without even being asked for it. Even knowing that Scott was close to his limits, Kevin forced himself to move slowly as he stretched his lover, Scott's hips twisting in response to his motions. This was still part of his lesson, and if he rushed too much, he'd ruin it by coming as soon as he was halfway inside Scott. "Please... Kev... I can't..." Kevin heard the unspoken word at the end of the sentence, heard the near-desperation in Scott's voice, and pulled his hand away. The loud whine at the loss of contact made him smile a little even as his cock throbbed at the pure lust in the sound. "I need..." "I know, baby. I know." Kev's voice was almost a growl as he tried to reassure Scott. Slicking himself up as quickly as he could, while trying to touch himself as little as possible,�he tossed the tube aside as he leaned forward again. Keeping�one hand on Scott's hip while he used the other one to line himself up, he paused at the last words that slipped from Scott's mouth. "God... love you, Kev." He wished he could see Scott's eyes right now. Biting his lip as he pushed inward, breaching his lover's body in a long smooth glide, he groaned as he settled inside. Staying right there, just feeling for a moment, he breathed, "Love you, Scott." Every breath sent another skitter of sparks up his spine, almost overwhelming heat radiating out from the tight sheathe he was encased in. Not moving as he tried to force the flames back down, Kevin could feel every shudder that ran through Scott's body, could hear the gasping pants for breath, the pleading whimpers that slipped from Scott's mouth. After a long moment, he pulled out just as slowly as he'd entered, his own breath escaping in a harsh moan. Another pause and then he was moving forward again, letting his body draw him into a long slow rhythm as his head dropped forward to rest between Scott's shoulder blades. He kept his movements slow�for as long as he could, but that heat called to him, drew him in, speeding his pace as he felt the white heat gathering in his lower back, behind his aching shaft, until he was pounding into Scott at a punishing pace, his thrusts fast and harsh. "Can't... hold..." he panted, one hand tightening almost painfully on Scott's hip. "Come, Scotty... come for me... want to see..." **** Shawn was surely going to be the death of him. After arriving at the hotel, Dave had exited the car, careful not to upset his precious dessert, and moved to grab his bag out of the trunk. He turned to head towards the lobby and barely avoided dropping said dessert on the walkway. He also managed, just barely, to avoid swallowing his tongue. The way that Shawn was walking should be illegal. Once he realized exactly where he was staring, he forced his eyes away... for at least a full minute. The minimal amount that he'd calmed down during the car ride was completely blown to hell. He didn't miss the look that Shawn flashed in the elevator and returned a rather heated look of his own. He decided that sometime, maybe not tonight but sometime soon, he was going to taste Shawn's skin from head to toe. The long lingering perusal he gave Shawn was just a preview of what he had planned. Of course that promise did not hold true for Shawn only. Hunter was definitely in for some tongue torture in the near future as well. Dave didn't neglect Hunter's strong form either, giving him a slow languid look, head to toe. To think... in a very short time he'd be seeing them both sans clothes... if that weren't the case then he'd object most vociferously. Dave grinned as he watched Shawn practically fly down the hallway. He wasn't sure what the man had planned, but doubted he'd be surprised by anything. It was Shawn. Slipping the card through the reader, he proceeded Hunter into the room, dropping the cheesecake on the dresser as he passed it and tossing his bag to the side. Just then he looked up and froze. Shawn was affecting a pose, the likes of which Dave had never expected to witness. A lovely fake yawn and one hand ready to pop the fastening on the one article of clothing he had left on... his jeans. Definitely going to be the death of him... and very soon at this rate. "Think you'd be interested in... joining me?" Interested? Dave was both physically and mentally incapable of turning down that particular invitation, though he spent another moment letting his eyes linger over Shawn's form as he crawled onto the bed. Shawn was so damn sleek and sexy that he made Dave feel like a clod. He wanted to spend an inordinate amount of time tracing Shawn's tattoos with his tongue, especially the tiny heart on his hip. Then there was Hunter, his body cut along the lines of some Greek god, stripping off his shirt smoothly and then moving towards the bed. Dave let his eyes wander over the ridges and valleys of Hunter's back. He'd spent more time than he wanted to admit to admiring every little dip and curve and now he had the option of mapping that same flesh with his hands, his mouth... not to mention the rest of the body hidden beneath the sweat pants. He managed to work off his shoes and socks while watching Hunter crawl onto the bed with Shawn. He raised his hands to the buttons on his shirt with the intent to take it off, but was caught for the moment just looking at the two of them lying there together. How had he gotten so damn lucky? He'd just slipped the first button through the hole when Hunter called out to him... or rather commanded his presence. "David.. .come here." Dave smirked as he took his time with the buttons, walking slowly towards the bed as he did so. "Bossy little thing, aren't ya?" His shirt hanging open, Dave reached down and snapped the waistband of Hunter's sweat pants, the backs of his fingers lingering a moment on the warm skin beneath. "Speaking of nasty, nasty men in black trunks... At least you have something on under these. You can thank your wife for the fact that I don't have anything on under mine," he said with a self-conscious smile. He still couldn't think of that incident without blushing. Shrugging out of his shirt, he tossed it towards the floor at the end of the bed. Since he actually had his bags with him, he didn't have to worry about wrinkles tonight and he was more than anxious to join the other two. Sliding onto the bed next to Hunter, he laid on his side and reached across Hunter to fiddle with the zipper on Shawn's jeans. Leaning closer so that his lips brushed Hunter's ear and his body pressed flush against Hunter's side, Dave spoke just above a whisper. "I think we should help Shawn out of those jeans. They look just a bit uncomfortable... don't ya think?" Shawn's jeans melted away between the nimble hands of the two of them. Divesting Shawn of his jeans wasn't the only aim however, which accounted for the languid strokes of fingers along Shawn's chest and abdomen, calves and thighs, and everywhere in between. By the time they had stripped Shawn, he'd been lovingly fondled from head to toe. Turn about is always fair play though and Dave winked at Shawn just before they turned their attentions on the man in the middle of them. The sweat pants disappeared in little time, though they lingered over the removal of Hunter's trunks. Teasing fingers occasionally traced the design on the front of the trunks while at other times a hand would slide beneath the material to touch bare skin and the hard flesh within. Once the trunks were finally removed, they worked in tandem in a bid to cover every inch of Hunter's body with warm kisses and long swipes of hot tongues. Dave was nibbling softly on the curve of Hunter's shoulder and he'd last spotted Shawn somewhere in the vicinity of the Game's hip when he first noticed how still Hunter had become. Before he had a chance to ask if Hunter was okay, Hunter made a quite ungraceful break for the side of the bed. Dave didn't hesitate, but wrapped his arms around Hunter's chest from behind and pulled him gently back against him. Dave hoped that Hunter wouldn't really panic, his slacks being a barrier between them, and held him close. "Hunter, darlin', calm down. Nothing's going to happen here that you don't want, but there is no way that you are running off to hide from us again." Pressing his lips softly against the bare shoulder in front of him, he stroked a soothing hand over Hunter's chest just above his heart. "We both love you and you are just going to have to get used to that fact. You won't do that if we let you leave this bed..." He felt Hunter stiffen slightly against him, but when he didn't struggle, Dave knew that he was taking the right approach here. With a hand on one bicep, he pulled Hunter to his back and let every bit of love he held for the man show in his eyes. Reaching for Hunter's wrists, he slowly pulled them above Hunter's head, the weight of his chest barely settled against Hunter's and their hips barely touching. "I have a feeling that as soon as we take our focus off of you that you'll be gone before we can blink, so we're just going to have to make sure you can't do that." Turning his head slightly he nodded at Shawn's questioning glance. Watching as Shawn scrambled off the bed and began to dig through their bags, Dave turned back to Hunter. "If the only way we can keep you here is to tie you to the bed, then I guess that's just what we'll have to do," he said with a wink. **** Do you want to stop by the airport and get your stuff first? "Yeah thanks, that would be perfect." Jeff was more than happy to spend as much time in Mark's company as possible, even if it was just riding beside him in a car. Fortunately Mark was right and the airport was only a very slight detour�off the main highway towards the�hotel. While Jeff was fairly confident most of the WWE talent were staying in the same few places, he couldn't be sure. From the brief time they'd spent working together, Jeff knew 'Taker tended to stay near his friends, often in the same hotel as Glen, Nash, Michaels and Adam. At least that meant Jeff would have a couch or bed to crash in tonight, even if he had to�wake�Jericho and Edge up to get it. Given that Adam had been knocked for a loop by Terry, he was probably on BrainBleed watch and mightn't mind having someone other than Chris to do the waking up. Whatever happened later,�Jeff was going to burn that bridge when he came to it. Right now, he was heading for dinner with Mark, just the two of them and Jeff was going to enjoy himself for all he was worth. And considering the contract he'd just signed, even on probation, he was apparently worth quite a bit. It took less than five minutes for him to get his bag from the late night airport clerk at the luggage desk and only another ten to get to the hotel. Dropping his gear at the 'waiting' area, Jeff took a look into the door of the restaurant while Mark sorted out his own bags. Pretty empty at this time of night, but still a few people hanging around, mostly in the bar. Waiting in the door, Jeff watched as a three piece band began to set up, a guitarist, a pianist and a young oriental girl in a tight sequin dress. Now this was gonna be a terrible crowd for a young cabaret singer. Her only audience was three half-tanked business men, some tourists in the corner, people who could barely hear her in the bar and then him and Mark. It was obviously the shitty gig to have Tuesday night and Jeff felt a momentary flash of sympathy for the girl. Till he heard her sing.
Tallllle as ooooold as timmmme Oh man... and people said his singing sucked. Prying his fingernails off the glass door frame, Jeff opened one eye to see that Mark had come to join him and was looking at the band with the same expression he wore when he'd been smacked across the face by an opponent, surprised, slightly pissed and with a hint of amusement. Celine Dion had a lot to answer for.
Aaaand toooo mannnnyyyy As they were shown to a table by a bored looking waitress, who stopped being bored about halfway through her eyeing up of Mark, the young singer obviously decided that three songs were her limit and went for a smoke at the bar. Biting his lips to keep from giggling, Jeff nodded politely as the waitress gave them menus and kept his eyes on the lettering within. He was proud of the fact that his voice was steady as he made his order and�took a quick glance at Mark to see if he was having similar problems. Wow. To have a poker face that good was something Jeff only dreamed about. Mark could have been at a funeral for all the expression on his strong, handsome features. Then the waitress left and Mark looked up, emerald eyes twinkling. Jeff sniggered. Then covered his mouth with his hand and forced himself to look at his fork. "Well, good to know she doesn't strain herself with more than three songs." Unfortunately Jeff had spoken too soon and the singer had returned to the stage, cocktail in hand and began another 'set'. It was a little better than her first efforts, maybe the cigarette had roughened her voice, but it was still pretty awful. They ate in hysterical silence as the 'Titanic' soundtrack was murdered in the background.
We�ll sssstay forevvvvver this wwwway "If she could just keep in time with the piano I'd be happy," he murmured to Mark. The amusement he was getting from the poor girl's lack of talent had at least the benefit of totally relaxing Jeff from the state of nervous semi-tension he'd been in since he got off the plane. After they finished their food, he settled back in his chair, one long fingered hand twirling his water-filled wine glass and prepared to ask Mark if he would mind Jeff sharing his bed... room! room tonight. It would be torture in a way, but if Jeff was going to be in this man's company non-stop for the next two months, then he better get used to it. Start building up some walls.
'Causssse Iiiii ammm yourrrr ladyyyyy On the verge of explosion, Jeff stared at Mark, eyes wide. "I think she swallowed a bug." Giving up Jeff put his head on the table and howled. **** Bossy little thing, aren't ya? Hunter was happily deciding where exactly he wanted to kiss Shawn first, when Dave spoke. Snorting at the 'little' comment, Hunter continued to let his eyes do the walking as Dave came closer, shirt open to reveal the broad expanse of dark skin and the sun tattoo around his navel. The quick snap of his sweat pants was enough to bring Hunt's hand up to grab at Dave's teasing one, but the mention of his wife had him raising an interested eyebrow instead. Of course. Dave had said Steph had caught them right after their shower and Hunt could just picture his David, blushes only just muted by his skin tone, diving into his pants without grabbing briefs first. As far as Hunter was concerned, that just made what was under the fine cut pair of trousers so near him just that much more interesting. When�Dave joined them on the bed, Hunter found himself reclining on one elbow between his two lovers, while Dave reached over him to stroke and caress Shawn. A small flood of relief coursed through him at the diversion of Dave's attention and Hunter mentally cursed his inner coward. Not now! He wanted to yell at himself... I can have a panic attack later, just I want this... let me have this... please. Trying to trick himself, Hunter joined Dave in stripping away Shawn's jeans, worming his arm underneath the beautiful curve of the blond's lower back so that Dave could tug the denim down off lean hips. Locking his eyes with his best friend's hot blue-grey gaze, Hunter drew the tip of his fingernail from the point of Shawn's shoulder, across his collarbone and down to circle one small pale nipple. Seeing the pupil's of Shawn's eyes widen at the combined effect of his and Dave's hands, Hunter kept his contact to a minimum, using light enticing touches rather than furious groping. For this he wanted to savour every, single, moment. Hunter's plan for savouring was completely trashed however, when he became the center of his lovers' attention. Sinking to lie down on his shoulders, one hip still lifted towards Shawn, Hunter used the�hand he had been resting on to curl up and tangle in Shawn's honeyed hair. Hair that was soon drifting through his fingers like water as the head it surrounded moved down Hunt's body, branding him with hot kisses and even hotter sensations. When he felt Shawn's teeth tugging at the band on his trunks, Hunt realised that Dave had somehow managed to strip off his sweat pants without him being aware of it. God, he could feel the burning glow from Dave's body, just to his right and reached his other hand over to stroke�one powerful�upraised shoulder. Four hands skillfully removed his last piece of clothing and Hunter was once again completely naked with the two most important people in his life. Fortunately they were on a bed this time. But if Hunter had thought they would be turning to Dave next, he was wrong, very wrong. Instead his lovers showed that the previous undressing had simply been a tease compared to what they were doing to him now. Hunter's cock had stirred into life at seeing Shawn walk across that lobby and it had begun to send him very insistent messages while he stood next to Dave in the lift. Now... well, now his aching hard-on was getting greedy and stealing all the blood from Hunt's brain so it could make even more of a statement. Beginning to feel a rush of arousal that he doubted he'd be able to control, Hunter was completely unprepared for the feeling of Dave and Shawn making love to him with their hands and mouths. So hot... so wickedly sexy to have them crouched over him, tasting him and bringing him pleasure because they wanted to, because they could. Again�he was lost in the feeling of love echoing from the two men,�but unfortunately Hunter wasn't quite yet a strong enough man to accept it. He became incredibly still, trying desperately to control his instinctive desire to escape from them but it was a losing battle. The moment Dave's lips left his shoulder blade and Shawn leaned up from his hip to take a deep, lust-filled breath, Hunter bolted. His usual co-ordination deserting him in his panic, Hunter escaped from the loving arms and loving hands and tried to get away. He made it as far as the edge of the bed. The part of Hunter that was seriously horny was incredibly grateful that Dave had taken his choice away. The rest of Hunter was just confused between the desire to escape and his inability to do so. God he longed to be here,�Hunter just wished they could make him stay. is to tie you to the bed, then I guess that's just what we'll have to do. Well, that could work. **** Steve reeled back a couple of feet from Randy's spectacular punch. He only stopped himself from retaliating in kind by sheer effort of will and the newly-discovered desire to see that no-one, including himself, ever hurt Randy again. Turning his face back towards his young lover, Austin was surprised at his own total lack of anger. Maybe it was because Randy was staring at him like he was more surprised than Steve by the punch, maybe because his eyes were so full of shame and hurt that Steve couldn't have been angry with him if he'd tried, and maybe it was just because the punch had told Steve exactly what was going on here. "Okay, so I wont put ya over my knee then." A beat. "Much as I would'a liked to."�It wasn't really appropriate to grin at the idea of spanking Randy in a totally different environment, but Austin was never known for his appropriate behaviour.�Steve noticed his voice was more scratchy than usual, like he'd smoked ten packs of cigarettes that day rather than just the usual one. It didn't normally go like that unless he was really angry, in the middle of fucking, or very upset. Austin had already ruled out the angry, if he was fucking someone then he was missing the important bits,�so that left... There was about four feet of asphalt between them, but it could of been miles. Randy really wanted to rub his knuckles, because they hurt. But he didn't because he'd just found that he couldn't move a single muscle. Even his fist was still slightly extended as if he'd been caught in the moment just after he punched the man of his dreams and crushed those dreams into dust. That had just happened and much as he'd like to, Randy couldn't take it back. Unlike the pushing and shoving Steve had done, Randy had absolutely meant to hit Austin, meant to hurt him with his hand and stop the�teasing, ferocious man from touching Randy again and making him crumble. "I... you..." His tongue was being just as disobedient as his fist. Steve held up a hand to stop any of the words that Randy was trying to say. "S'okay kid, don't twist ya tongue up. I get ya." Resting his fists on his hips Austin began to speak in his low, rough voice, pushing the words out easily and quickly so there could be no mistake as to his meaning. "I'm not gonna touch ya again so don't get all tense. I'm just gonna say my piece then leave. I like ya Ran, an' I ain't gonna pretend I don't. I like ya a lot as ya should'a guessed from last night, but if ya don't want me for anything more than�one tumble... well... I hate the idea, but I get it." Steve shook his head slightly as he tried to get over the blatant lie he'd just told. He didn't get why Randy thought they couldn't be together, but he wasn't gonna push anymore when we wasn't welcome. "As ta what they think..." a gesture to the arena, "...well, ya already know I don't give a shit. So that's me." Austin took another half-dozen steps back towards the arena. "I'd really like to see if we got more than one night in us, but I guess that's just wishful thinkin' right?" He waited far longer than he probably should have. The best idea would be to give it an intense minute and then walk away, but he didn't. Steve stood looking at Randy in the dim light from the car park lights and bore witness to his hopes being hit in the guts with a hammer. Without another word, Austin walked back into the arena. **** Scott gasped silently in pleasure as Kevin slid inside him. The sensation of his flesh stretching to accommodate Kevin's width had to be one of, if not the best feeling in the world. His body readily accepted his lover's length until they were joined completely. The sharp points of Kevin's hips pressing against the reddened skin of his ass melded jagged pain and delicious pleasure into a riotous hum of satisfaction. "Love you, Scott." Scott shuddered, his fingers gripping tightly in the sheets, his need rippling like waves up and down his spine to settle in his aching cock. He whimpered wordlessly between gasps for breath. 'Please, Kev... please move,' his mind plead, his mouth unable to form the words. The hand at his hip was the only thing that stopped him from thrusting his hips back violently into Kevin's slow thrusts. If he pushed, then Kevin would only go slower or worse yet, stop altogether. At this point Scott wasn't at all sure that it would matter since he was hanging on the very edge of his release, but he didn't dare risk it. His head swam, a whirlpool of emotions varying between pleasure and pain. The slap of skin meeting skin sounded loudly in the room with Kevin's increased pace. Each harsh thrust glanced across his prostate, but the meeting of their skin had the affect of someone slapping sunburned flesh. The careful balance kept his release hovering just out of his reach. "Come, Scotty... come for me... want to see..." Despite the firm, almost painful hold on his hip, Scott twisted his hips just enough so that when Kevin made his next thrust it jabbed sharply against his prostate. One more furious prod and he was shoved over the edge, his mind blanking. With a sound that was half growl, half whimper Scott arched his back to an almost painful degree. His hips jerked, pushing his shaft firmly against the pillow as he spilled his release. His voice was roughened from abuse, but he managed to force one gravelly sound from his lips. "Kev!" **** After having a short discussion with the night clerk at the front desk and signing the nearly obligatory autograph for her, Mark left his bag alongside Jeff's and headed for the restaurant. He paused when he saw the younger man waiting in the doorway, looking pained. Wondering what the problem was, he nearly smiled when he saw Jeff's expression... until he heard the singer. Although he was a�little surprised that someone of that particular... talent... was singing in a hotel this size, he did his best to ignore it. Of course, it did help keep his mind off contemplating how good Jeff looked in that suit. Ordering quickly, since the restaurant was far from crowded, he couldn't help but return Jeff's amusement once the waitress had gone. Aware of the woman's flirting, Mark was glad that she hadn't actually said anything. Just as he was reflecting on the value of silence, the singer returned to work. Biting his lip to keep from laughing at Jeff's comment, he set himself to enjoying the meal. Glancing up as Jeff leaned back, he caught a glimpse of Glen across the room and wondered when he and Sean had come in, since he hadn't seen them before. Shrugging a little, he decided not to even point them out to Jeff, since Sean could be a little... much to deal with, and the man's incessant curiousity would not be a good thing at the moment. His conversation with Kevin earlier had only pointed out that there was only so much he could deny before people stopped believing him. Of course, it would probably help if he believed himself. "I think she swallowed a bug." Eyebrows raising as he swallowed his own laughter, Mark ignored the furious glare from the singer and reached over to pat Jeff's back, murmuring, "Possibly, but I think we'd better get going before she tries to demonstrate any other unexpected talents." His lips curving as he watched Jeff attempt to regain control of himself, he waved the waitress over to get their check and helped the other man to his feet, keeping a casual hand on his shoulder as they walked to the counter to pay on the way out. "Bags first, and then up to my room?" Mark tried valiantly to keep his voice casual, but wasn't sure how well he'd succeeded. The thought of having Jeff in his room... His mind stopped on that phrase and he shook his head. The thought of having Jeff present in his room was a little unsettling, to say the least. After their moments earlier tonight, and his own guilty pleasure in his shower, he was more than a little afraid that the same images would be back to haunt his sleep. And having the man that he was so attracted to so close to him, so close to his bed... Nodding absently at the girl behind the counter, ignoring her infatuated look, he'd just picked up his bag and turned when he saw Jeff stopped behind him with his hands in his pockets. About to ask if something was wrong, since Jeff was practically staring at the floor, the man lifted his head with a flick of his hair. Mark's fingers itched to touch the brightly-coloured strands, but all thought of Jeff's hair were driven from his mind when he heard the quiet, not-quite-embarrassed question. "Mark, I haven't got a room here... do you have a bed I can use... maybe?" Good God. Standing there stunned for the moment, Mark had to wrench his mind back on track. Jeff was just asking for a place to stay for the night, nothing else. Just because he had the sudden urge to offer his bed for the night... no. No. He'd been thinking of offering the other bed up if Jeff needed it anyway, right? It wouldn't be an inconvenience... other than the fact that with Jeff sleeping next to him... well, in the next bed, anyway, that he wasn't likely to sleep too well. Clearing his throat, he replied, "Yeah. I ended up with a double without a roommate, so if you need it, you can have the spare bed." The brilliant smile that Jeff gave him in return stopped any further words that might have attempted to make themselves heard. Thankfully. He returned the smile with an awkward little nod and another pat on the back, then stepped back out of the way so that Jeff could get his bag. As he did so, he heard a booming voice from across the lobby. "Mark! How've you been?" Cursing under his breath, he slowly turned to face Glen, who was heading across the open space between them with a smile... and Sean was right beside him. Someone hated him. That's all there was to it. He could tell the instant that Jeff turned around by the change of expression on Sean's face: from widened eyes to a narrow, curious expression. That was all he needed; Sean with his interest up was the most irritating person in the world, beating out Heyman hands-down. "Hey, Glen. Sean." Nodding at them as he tried to keep his face expressionless, he started toward the elevator at a slow pace with Jeff beside him. Of course they followed. Maybe if he kept them talking, they could avoid the obvious question that Jeff's presence presented. At least, the obvious question to Sean. It was worth a shot... "I've been good. And you?" **** Shawn's anxieties melted away in the heat scorching him from his lovers' eyes as he held his pose for a moment longer. Maybe it had been ridiculous, but he'd worried that his little tease might have been too much. Obviously not. Smiling at the nearly pole-axed look on Dave's face, he moved backward to assume a reclining position on the bed, one hand propping up his head as he watched them. "More than interested Love." God. He honestly hadn't expected Hunter to be the first one to move. They might have kicked him over his self-built wall earlier, but for him to be taking the initiative here... Shivering under the blazing amber gaze, he returned the look with one of his own. They might have been naked together earlier in the shower, but he'd never had a chance to really just look... and he was damned sure going to be looking tonight. And tasting. And touching. And hopefully more. And wasn't that thought almost enough to make him burst the fly on his jeans? To finally be able to have Hunter in his arms... in him... Sucking in a deep shuddering breath, Shawn willed himself to momentary calm. "David... come here." Very momentary. Shawn was familiar with Hunter's command tone, but to hear him use it in this particular way... Another shudder passed through him as he contemplated other situations that he'd like to hear that tone used in. Dave's movement brought his thoughts back to the here and now, and he watched with unabashed hunger in his eyes as that glorious skin was slowly revealed while Dave unbuttoned his shirt. Remembering the night before as well as the taste of that skin that he'd all-too-briefly become acquainted with earlier, Shawn's mouth watered at the sight. "Bossy little thing, aren't ya?" His mouth quirking, Shawn watched the byplay between the two with some amusement. None of them had any problems with shyness, and Hunter surely had never played the submissive game,�although Dave certainly seemed to be giving off hints that he'd be willing to walk that path. "You can thank your wife for the fact that I don't have anything on under mine." He couldn't quite stop the quiet snicker at those words. Blaming your lover's wife for your not wearing underwear was certainly a unique complaint. The sudden expanse of flesh revealed as Dave tossed his shirt aside stopped any comment... not that he was going to complain. Besides, he didn't wear anything under his pants normally anyway... and as Dave's fingers touched the zipper of his jeans, Shawn was suddenly incredibly thankful that he didn't. As his lovers' hands touched and caressed him, the slow touches helped rebuild the flames that had been banked earlier. Lost in the sensation of loving caresses, Shawn didn't even realise when Dave and Hunter finally slid his jeans off of him. The sensation of fingers running up his hard length drew out a husky moan and he opened eyes that he hadn't realised he'd closed, just in time to see Dave wink at him. Casting a look at him and smiling, he forced himself to sit up, turning his attention to Hunter. The sweat pants were quickly drawn off, and Shawn took his time running his hands over those strong legs, his fingers lingering on the barely-visible scars from Hunter's quad operation. They'd both come so close to losing so much... praying briefly that Dave would never suffer from a similar experience, Shawn put the darker thoughts from his mind and turned his attention higher. Leaning in to press his lips to Hunter's chest above his heart, he set himself to driving Hunter mad with lust. Touches, kisses, licks... Pausing more than once to touch or kiss Dave as he encountered his other lover in the midst of the same task, he slid a hand down to Hunter's groin, pressing teasingly against the demanding hardness still hidden beneath the black trunks. Fingers tangling in his hair made him smile and he pressed a series of kisses and soft bites down Hunter's side before pulling at the trunks with his teeth. Dave's hands were suddenly there and together they removed the last article of clothing from Hunter, tossing them to the side. Shawn was captured by the sight before him: Dave, still half-dressed and incredibly tempting that way, and Hunter... naked in front of him. Naked like he himself was, and that thought alone sent a wave of lust through him. Another exchange of looks with Dave, and he leaned down again, his tongue drawing a slow wet line across the sharp curve of Hunter's hip. Relishing the taste of Hunter's skin, he couldn't help but push a little. Dave had shared Hunter's taste with him earlier, but he wanted first-hand knowledge. One slow swipe of his tongue up Hunter's straining shaft and he had to pull away to suck in air, not wanting to become too overwhelmed in his own desires. This wasn't about just him... it was about them. When Hunter pulled away, he wasn't surprised. Saddened a little, worried a bit, but not entirely surprised. However, he wasn't about to let Hunt run away again, and when Dave pulled Hunter up against him, he smiled and sat back, perfectly willing to look at the lovely sight of the two of them together for a minute. "We both love you and you are just going to have to get used to that fact." Hunt was obviously torn, to Shawn's eyes, and didn't look at all like he was going to protest being held down. That thought led to another one, one that had played a part in several of his fantasies over the years, but before he could voice it, Dave beat him to it. "If the only way we can keep you here is to tie you to the bed, then I guess that's just what we'll have to do." Shawn was off the bed in a flash at the wink from Dave and almost threw open his suitcase. Ties. He knew he had ties in there somewhere... there! Grabbing them, he rejoined his lovers and knelt in front of Hunter, running a hand over his cheek before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "If you insist..." he said softly, teasing, watching for any signs of actual alarm. He didn't want to turn this into something that would scare Hunter away, but the thought that he was about to tie Hunter to the bed was an incredible turn-on. Running a hand up Hunter's extended arms, he smiled. "Easy, love. Trust us." Quickly knotting one tie around each of Hunter's wrists, he threaded the ties through the headboard and tied them together firmly. Hunt would be able to get out of them if he tried, but he'd have to put up some kind of effort. Letting his eyes wander across the strong body now displayed in front of him briefly, he raised his eyes to Dave. His body was on fire, but after his experiences earlier, it wasn't a demanding blaze but a steady flame. And right now... "Why are you still dressed?" Reaching across Hunter's prone body, just happening to touch as much of his long-time friend as he possibly could as he did so, Shawn hooked his fingers into the waistband of Dave's slacks, tugging slightly. A shrug and a smirk were his only answers, and Shawn rolled his eyes. "It's a good thing you don't have anything on under these... 'cause I'd be ripping them off if you did." Quickly working the slacks open, he pushed them partway down Dave's thighs before having to stop. With an innocent expression on his face, he shrugged and said, overly casually, "Can't reach further... hang on." Shifting until he was straddling Hunter's legs, he was very aware of Hunter's erection brushing against his hip as he moved. Pushing the slacks down and off, he let them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed and then sat back, smiling, as he let his gaze wander over his naked lovers. "Hmmm. Whatever shall I do next? I just don't know..." Letting his voice trail off teasingly, Shawn shifted again until he was kneeling beside Hunter across from Dave, and raised an eyebrow at his darker lover. "Any ideas?" **** Hunter lay supine under Dave as his lover raised his arms up to the headboard of the bed. As his nipples brushed against the smooth dark chest, Hunter sucked in a sharp breath of arousal and denial. So beautiful, stretched over Hunter like the sky, his vision filled with nothing but skin and ink and Dave. Hunter, panic receding at his lovers' remarkable solution, tugged experimentally on Dave's grip to see of he could break it. Not that he actually wanted to, he just needed to know if he could. A small smile of understanding curved Dave's lips and the glittering black eyes meeting his, were so full of love and passion that Hunter stopped moving the moment he felt the grip tighten fractionally. Dave was here, holding him, making him stay and forcing Hunt's ridiculous panic away with his body and his mind. Dave wouldn't let him run away and Hunt just hoped he'd eventually stop wanting to. For a brief second, Dave's hands were gone and Hunter fell into an instant free-fall, till he was caught by the dusky blue eyes of the love of his life. Shawn knelt beside him, dropping a chaste kiss on Hunt's lips that almost drew forth a whine borne of sheer desperation. Suppressing his wanton thoughts with an iron will, Hunter found himself remarkably calm and quite amused at the speed with which Shawn tied him to the bed. 'I see you've done that before Darling'. Easy, love. Trust us. "Always," Hunter said without a sound, his eyes fixed on the beautiful features of the man leaning over him. Hunt once again tested his anchor and found that he had enough freedom of movement, that he could sit up slightly against the pillows at the top of the bed. Settling his spine into a more comfortable position, Hunter looked up once again and received an eye-full of the arched torso of Shawn Michaels. A sleek tanned body that was now lying unashamedly on top of Hunter. Why are you still dressed? "Good question." This time Hunter managed to put some sound into his voice, although the soft, growly whisper was nothing like his normal, well paced tone. Even that was lost however, when Shawn expressed his dissatisfaction with their current positions and sat himself down in Hunter's lap. 'God give me strength!' Several years of fantasies had just become reality in Hunter's heating up imagination. While he'd never imagined being tied to a bed while his best friend straddled him, he couldn't count the number of times the�position had been mirrored in Vince's office chair... or at the announce table... or... Any ideas? About a million. But Hunter knew that he was still vibrating from his earlier escape attempt and didn't want to push his limits too much. Asking them to do anything to him right now would probably end up with him breaking free and Hunt... really didn't want that. Shawn hadn't directed his question to him, but Hunter was going to have say in what happened. His body may be stupid, but his brain knew what it wanted. So maybe... maybe he could satisfy one fantasy and banish one of his horrible nightmares from the previous night. Taking a deep breath, Hunter forced his tense shoulders to relax, even from their strained position, and tossed his hair back from his forehead. The irony wasn't lost on him that he was currently an X-rated version of his trademark 'water-spit', but bringing that up wasn't high on his priority list. No... he had something far more beautiful in mind than that. "Please. Let me watch you... together." **** "Thank god that is finally over with. I'm starving." Glen grinned at Sean as they approached the hotel restaurant. "You're always hungry, my little bottom-less pit. Are you sure you want to eat in the restaurant though?" Personally, Glen thought they should eat in their room so that he could get an early start on the pay-back that he owed Sean for his behavior on the plane earlier. That was probably one reason why Sean had picked to eat out. "Yes. I'm tired of being cooped up in the room. I want to see people." Glen rolled his eyes. Never mind the fact that they'd just come from the arena where they'd seen a lot of people. Glen knew that wasn't the only reason, but ceded to Sean's wishes. They waited to be seated and within a minute Glen was wishing he hadn't agreed so quickly. He breathed a huge sigh of relief when the singer finished her song and went to the bar for a cigarette break. Hopefully that would be the last they would have to endure of her screeching. Sean was having a blast. Snickering into his hand, he raised an eye at Glen. When had Glen developed that little twitch in his cheek? "Man, she sings even worse than Shawn and I wasn't sure that was possible." When Glen shook his head at him and smiled, Sean grinned. He turned to look around at the crowd around them just as the waitress approached. She distracted him for a moment, all smiles and eyes wandering. Sean looked at her like she had a huge bug hanging off her nose until Glen coughed into his hand. Then he smiled and ordered his meal. Once she left, he went back to perusing the other patrons. "Holy shit!" Glen cocked his head to the side and waited for Sean to answer his unasked question...what exactly that outburst had been about... but Sean was too occupied staring bug-eyed at something across the restaurant. Glen turned and took a quick look in the direction Sean was staring. Mark and... Jeff Hardy? Well that was deserving of a holy shit if anything, he supposed. Sean started to get out of his seat and Glen knew what he was planning to do without having to ask. "No, Sean." He pointed a finger back at Sean's seat and motioned for him to sit. Sean sat. "But aren't you the least bit curious? Mark is having dinner with Jeff Hardy. How the hell did that happen?" "I don't know, but we're going to eat and leave them alone. Maybe Jeff is just visiting and Mark wanted to find out about Matt's surgery." Yeah and pigs can fly. They ate quickly so that they could escape from the wailing banshee who was butchering the Titanic soundtrack. Glen had absolutely hated the movie when he saw it. The torture they were suffering through didn't change his mind about that at all. He tried to avoid staring at Mark and Jeff, but he had to admit his curiosity was peaked, especially with the unusual amount of body contact Mark was endowing on Jeff. Not many would have noticed or thought anything of it, but Glen knew Mark better than anyone with a couple of exceptions. Sean wouldn't have picked up on the casual pats on the back. He was too busy making faces at the singer, who fortunately wasn't facing his way. But even Sean wasn't blind enough to miss the hand on Jeff's shoulder all the way over to the counter. "I'm finished. Can we go now?" Glen groaned as Sean bounced out of his seat, a wicked sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, we can go, but don't you dare give Mark a hard time. If you provoke him, I'm not saving you." Sean growled at Glen for a moment, then blinked and started bouncing again. He wasn't going to provoke Mark, just drop some subtle hints. And no matter what Glen said, Glen would protect him if it came down to Mark actually threatening him, 'cause Glen loved him. Glen sighed as they walked towards the exit. This should be interesting. At least if Sean asked all the questions, then Mark wouldn't get growly with him and he'd still get his answers. Christ, Sean's curiosity was apparently catching. As he walked out into the lobby, Glen saw Mark at the desk, apparently getting ready to head to the elevators. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Mark recently and now was as good a time as any to catch up with the man. "Mark! How've you been?" They approached the pair and Mark looked like he was wishing them to Hades about now. Now wasn't that interesting? Sean apparently thought so too, his bouncing in place even more pronounced now. Glen didn't dare look at his lover now though, knowing he'd burst into laughter if he did. "Hey, Glen. Sean." Mark turned to walk away, Jeff with him. 'Oh Mark, you should know it's not going to be that easy,' Glen thought to himself as Sean immediately followed. Glen smirked as he trailed behind the other three. "I've been good. And you?" "Not doing too bad. Had to deal with Vince tonight, which is always a pleasure." Glen's grimace indicated it was anything but. "He was in quite a snit. Sounds like it was a busy night for him." They piled into the elevator and Glen pushed the button for their floor and then waited for Mark to do the same. Well imagine that... they were on the same floor. "Yeah, Adam's still going to do his match at the pay per view. And Vince should be feeling better since Glen let him keep my M&M's." Glen smirked in response to Sean's glare. "So, Hardy are you and Mark..." Glen glared at Sean and Mark wasn't looking like he was going to enjoy whatever Sean was going to ask either. "...going to be working together again? They sign you back up, man?" Sean smirked as he noticed Glen's raised eyebrow. Thought they knew him so well, did they? Well he wouldn't want to disappoint them... "I never would have expected you two to be together, but you actually make a cute couple. How long have you been..." The hand slapping over his mouth cut off his words, but there was no doubt what he'd been going to ask. Glen was going to kill him... if Mark didn't do it first. **** to be continued... |