"ITVR: Chapter 61"
Worries.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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He felt the slight tug from the wrists in his hands, but Dave simply smiled and tightened his grip the slightest bit. Dave had almost expected the test. It's what he would have done in Hunter's place. When Hunter stopped moving, he knew that Hunter understood. There would be no running and Dave would keep him safe from everything including his own fears. Yet there was also the understanding that if Hunter made an honest attempt, Dave would have let him go. He didn't want to scare Hunter or make his fears worse, he just wanted to make him face them. Once Shawn rejoined them, Dave released his hold, waiting while Shawn handled tying Hunter to the bed. The slack Shawn gave Hunter conveyed his sentiments as well. They didn't want to trap him, but they weren't going to make it too easy for him to escape either. "Why are you still dressed?" Dave smirked and shrugged his shoulders negligently. He could have said that he'd been too caught up in the two of them to give his own attire any thought, but that went without saying. It more than likely wouldn't be the last time that it happened either. It was entirely too easy to lose himself in them, pleasuring them, without thought to himself. He craved the feeling of their skin under his fingertips, their scents filling his senses, and their unique tastes bursting over his tongue. "... 'Cause I'd be ripping them off if you did." Dave forced down the shudder that those words induced. Was that a hint that he should invest in more underwear or do away with them altogether? If he were a betting man, he'd put his money on the second option. Although he might keep wearing them just to see if Shawn would carry out his threat. While Shawn was busy ridding him of his slacks, Dave was busy letting his eyes wander over his two nude lovers. Lord they looked pretty together, though that thought would stay firmly behind his teeth. They'd probably both smack him or give him wounded puppy dog looks, which would be even worse. "Any ideas?" ...Oh, only a couple million or so. He had so many ideas that he wasn't sure he could settle on any particular one. Though the thought of watching Shawn climb back on top of Hunter was very appealing. Seeing the two of them make love to each other was right up there at the top of his fantasy list. Finally expressing their love for each other in that way after so many years of denying themselves was something they both needed, but Hunter just wasn't ready. "Please. Let me watch you.. .together." Well...there was an idea. He wanted to object, insist that the two of them go first, but he wouldn't. If that was what Hunter wanted, then he wouldn't... couldn't deny him. All Dave wanted was for Hunter and Shawn to be happy and he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Shawn. There was one thing he would insist on having his way in though for their first time together. Dave pressed a quick kiss to Hunter's lips and smiled at him. He climbed off the bed and rifled quickly through his bag, grabbing a small tube before returning to the bed. "If that's what you want..." Dave then knelt with his knees brushing Hunter's lower thigh and turned to look at Shawn, his eyes laden with all the love, need, and desire he held for the man as he dropped the tube next to his knee. He licked his lips, and with a teasing smile said, "Then I guess that's what we'll give you." Reaching across Hunter with his left hand he traced the heart-shaped tattoo on Shawn's hip with one finger. His other hand traced up Shawn's arm and ended it's journey at the back of his neck. With the slightest pressure, Dave pulled Shawn's mouth closer and covered it with his own. Their chests brushed softly against each other, their legs bracketing Hunter's thighs, Dave kissed Shawn slowly, teasingly. After a moment, he let his lips trail over Shawn's jaw and lower to his neck, his tongue probing gently against the mark he'd left there earlier. His hand slipped from Shawn's neck, down the length of his spine. "Shawn," he whispered huskily against the warm skin, "there's something that I want and right now you are the only one that can give it to me." His mouth moved further south, his tongue now searching out the tattoo on Shawn's bicep as he reached for the small tube beside his knee. He lifted his hand and pressed the tube into Shawn's hand. Kissing his way back up Shawn's shoulder, Dave finally lifted his head and looked at him. "I couldn't ask last night when I was holding you because it wasn't right." Shooting a quick smile and a wink at Hunter, he returned his attention to the man in front of him. "But I wanted to and now that it's the way it is supposed to be, I'm going to ask. Sweetheart, I've been wondering for the longest time what it would feel like to have you over me... inside me and I'm hoping you could see your way clear to showing me what it's like to be claimed by someone so passionate and giving." With the backs of his fingers, he brushed the hard length of Shawn's shaft, smiling at Shawn's reaction. "So...do I get what I want too?" **** After what seemed like an eternity, the young singer finally finished another set and took an extended break. The pause was sufficient to allow Jeff to catch his breath, to end the giggle-fit he'd been battling and to finish his drink. Mark, while not as tickled as Jeff by the show, was at least amused enough to smile indulgently at Jeff's reaction rather than take him to task over it. Although Jeff was pretty sure that there were two holes in the side of his neck from where the Celine-Wannabe was staring lasers into him. It took moments for him to pay for the dinner and pretty soon the two men were headed back across the lobby to collect their bags. From the periphery of his vision, Jeff noted the flirtatious eyelash batting of the concierge and wondered if Mark had to put up with that absolutely everywhere. Not that he didn't get his own fair share of flirtation and hysteria, but Mark was so much more recognizable, given his height, and the man was just so damned attractive, famous or not. Jeff was fortunate to have the luxury of just being dismissed as a punkish freak by anyone who didn't follow the WWE, Mark had no such luxury. He was obviously 'someone' even if the admirer didn't know who. The slight weight�of Mark's hand�on his lower back was beginning to send little sparks of arousal up Jeff's spine and down each of his legs. Even through the layers of his coat and shirt, the touch was exhilarating and frightening at the same time. It was also dismally casual and friendly rather than possessive, as Jeff would have liked. It was enough of a touch, however, to give him the courage to ask if he could extend their evening... well, Jeff checked his watch, almost morning by now. Stuffing his hands once again into his pants pockets and tossing a stray lock of clinging orange hair away from his lashes, Jeff let the relaxation he'd found in the restaurant colour his voice. So� okay. Here it goes. "Mark, I haven't got a room here... do you have a bed I can use... maybe?" In the minute of silence that followed Jeff wondered three things. 1) Had he actually spoken or just said that in his head, 2) Did Mark think he meant fucking instead of sleeping and was trying to think of a way to turn Jeff down again or 3) Had Jeff been incredibly presumptive to think that Mark wouldn't have someone already sharing his room and thus Jeff would be a terrible imposition or..... I ended up with a double without a roommate, so if you need it, you can have the spare bed. Whoody-who! Given that none of his three suspicions were correct, Jeff couldn't stop the blistering smile that grew on his lips at his mental cheer. He almost swayed into Mark's body as the big man nodded politely and gave him another friendly touch to the shoulder. Controlling himself before he stumbled, Jeff converted his move into a bend for his bag at their feet and was rising with a question on his lips when he heard the voices. Mark! How've you been? Spine stiffening, Jeff turned towards Glen Jacobs and Sean Waltman,�then moved so his hair fell forward over his cheeks and took a small step away from Mark. He'd only worked a little with the other men, mostly for the infamous TLC 2 match he'd had with Jacobs, but they'd never socialised outside work and Jeff was at a loss with how to react to them. Not that he was given much of a chance as Mark fielded the conversation and moved them to the lift with tidy economy, earning Jeff's gratitude right there and then. He should have known that it wouldn't be that easy. Waltman's nosiness was legendary back stage, as were his totally good intentions. You just couldn't hate the small man, he was like an annoying little kid, you might wanna smack them when they pissed you off, but you just couldn't do it. Jeff was just lucky he'd never really been in Waltman's radar before, the guy's interests mostly residing in the wide, wild lives of the Clique and their various satellite members. Compared to what those wrestlers got up to, the Team X-Treme were boring as hell and not interesting to a curious mouse like Waltman. Hardy are you and Mark... going to be working together again? Jeff was in little doubt as to what Waltman had been going to say, and neither had the two giant men in the lift either if their expression were anything to go by. But Jeff chose to ignore the implication and opened his mouth to answer seriously, when the small, dark man continued. "...you actually make a cute couple. How long have you been...." The faint blush beginning to rise in his cheeks was forced back by a sheer effort of will... there was no way Jeff was about to give Mark's friends any kind of ideas about what was going on.�He wasn't the first... Heyman... and wouldn't be the last person to think that Mark was sleeping with Jeff while they created a cover story for all the time they were spending together. What did disappoint Jeff was that�those friends thought�so�little�of Mark, that he'd take Jeff as some kind of... of... consolation prize. Feeling a small flare of anger stir at thought, Jeff leaned back in a relaxed slouch and smiled widely at Waltman, he was going to give them something to think about and he was going to be honest. But he had to jump in before Mark explained. The last thing Jeff needed to hear right now was Mark denying he would ever be with Jeff in anything but a professional capacity. It might be true, but Jeff couldn't bear to hear it right now. "How long? Oh about..." Jeff made a show of checking his watch, "...six hours now, give or take a minute. But don't tell McMahon you think we're cute, blood-thirsty enemies is probably what he's planning." Ping. With a walk that could only be described as 'Sassy' Jeff exited the lift and began to walk down the hall. He had no idea what room number Mark was, but as long as he didn't�barrel straight past it...he was safe. **** Blink. Randy watched as Steve walked back towards the arena, not even a slump in those broad shoulders to indicate in any way the emotional storm that had just taken place beside a champagne coloured rental. He couldn't move, not since he'd punched Austin hard in the face had Randy Orton had full control of his body. It would be easy to blame shock at his own actions or surprise at Austin's blunt-as-guts but totally heartfelt confession of romantic interest. But right then and there, as Steve moved into the undistinctive doorway that led back to the WWE occupied halls, Randy was seriously considering he might have had a stroke. Because He. Couldn't. Move. A deep breath gasped into his lungs. Then another. Randy finally lowered the hand that had been responsible for the punch that had just changed his life. Steve had said he wanted to have more than one night with Randy. And Randy hadn't said a word. Blinking slowly into the stark light given off by the car park fluorescent bulbs, Randy looked down at the keys to his car and wondered what the hell he'd just done. Go after him. The thought was swallowed by the chaos in his head and Randy lost it before there was a chance to examine it closely. On autopilot he was moving, pressing the button on the electronic key and getting into the car without so much as a backwards glance at the arena behind him. Blink. Randy obeyed every road rule on the way back to his hotel... their hotel. He stayed exactly three miles under the speed limit and came to a full and complete stop at every traffic light and stop sign. Blink. Locking his car, Randy walked into the lobby of the hotel and collected his messages. One from his mother and one from Ric. He�politely signed�five autographs for fans lying in wait and smiled arrogantly for�two photographs. At this time of night the lift was quick and he unlocked the door to his room, then dropped his bag on the floor.�The shower was running. Randy sank onto the�bed and stared at his hands. He wondered if they'd ever stop shaking. **** He was drowning in sensation, his control stretched to its limit as he pounded into his lover's body. Biting his lip almost hard enough to draw blood, Kevin waited, needing to see, feel, Scott's climax before he could follow him. The rough whimpering noise that escaped Scott as his hips twisted underneath Kevin was the sign he'd been waiting for, and even as Scott groaned his name, Kevin was thrusting one last time, growling out Scotty's name, his own orgasm sweeping over him with blinding force. Raising his head a few minutes later from where it had dropped onto Scott's back, he levered himself up to get his not-insubstantial weight off Scotty's back. Leaning down to press an unsteady kiss to Scott's temple, Kevin shifted slowly, biting back a moan as he slipped out of Scott. Maneuvering carefully until he was lying beside Scott, he ran a gentle hand down Scott's spine, petting his lover and whispering soft nonsense to him. The demands of his body made themselves known after a short time and he reluctantly slid off the bed. Walking into the bathroom, he quickly took care of things and ran some warm water over a washcloth to clean Scott with. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he smiled a little. That had been amazing, and he looked more content than he had in years. He was more content that he had ever been before, happier than he could ever remember being. Because of Scott. Moving back into the bedroom, he sat down beside his lover again, not entirely surprised to see damp tracks on Scott's cheeks. It had been so much more than he'd thought it would be... hell, this whole day had been more than what he'd thought it would be; it shouldn't be a surprise that making love to Scott, especially with the power play going on, had been so incredibly good. Wiping the tears away with a gentle touch, Kevin kissed Scott's cheeks, smiling when the damp, emotion-filled eyes opened to meet his gaze. "I love you," Kevin said quietly, still smiling. His fingers moved across Scott's head, smoothing the tangles out of the dark curls. His voice dropping almost to a reverent whisper, he added, "Absolutely beautiful, Scott." Another soft kiss to Scott's forehead, and he shifted downward, cleaning his lover off with gentle touches and carefully pulling the pillow out from under his hips, tossing it and the washcloth into a corner. Pulling the blankets down on one side, he urged Scott to roll over, then took a place beside him, partially sitting up, and pulled the covers up over them. Scotty always got cold easily after scenes like this, and Kev had learned quickly to make sure that he didn't get too chilled or it would take him all night to recover. Shifting carefully, Kevin worked them into position so that he could hold Scott while lying propped up on the pillows, Scott's arm around his waist and head resting against his shoulder. Petting him with gentle caresses, Kevin realised that he'd been worried about this. It had been so long since they'd done something like this, their encounter in the shower that morning aside, that he'd almost been afraid to. And the shower earlier... that had been different anyway. Scott so rarely took control of things, and it hadn't taken much to set Kevin off, so it had been mild. The realisations that�it had forced Kev to come to had been what made it difficult to deal with. But this... this was not mild or casual or quick. With the day-long buildup, Kevin hadn't been able to really focus enough to realise that he was concerned with where something like this could lead them. Their relationship before had always incorporated dominance games, to the point where they'd modified a spare room in their house to better accommodate certain things, but this time around... This time, Kevin had been afraid that those games would lead them back down the same path as before. He should have known better, should have trusted his lover more, but that fear had been lingering in the back of his mind nonetheless. Tightening his grip on Scott slightly, Kevin wondered if he should tell Scotty about his doubts, to clear the air. Looking down, he was met by an intense gaze from the well-loved dark eyes, and he suspected suddenly that Scott had known about his doubts before he had. It wouldn't be the first time; Scotty had always seemed to know Kevin better than Kev knew himself. That look made him decide. They had to be honest with each other this time around, about everything. And especially since his doubts had been proven wrong in a wonderful way, there wouldn't be any harm in telling his lover that he'd had them. "Scott..." He trailed off even as he started to speak, not sure how to phrase his thoughts. Speaking slowly, he finally said,�"I... This was... beyond anything I thought it would be. Anything I was afraid it would be." Pausing again, he was interrupted by Scott. **** They were gorgeous. Shawn's focus was narrowed to just his two lovers, noting the slight tenseness in Hunter's frame and his quickened breathing even as he watched Dave steadily, knowing what he wanted. He wanted desperately to sink down on Hunter, take him inside, and make love to him until they were both screaming... but that wasn't an option at the moment. Not with Hunt's reactions so far. Shawn couldn't blame Hunter, really; it was an over-reaction, but it was Hunter's typical way of dealing with things that he'd left bottled up for too long. But what Shawn wanted right now was different. He wanted Dave. It didn't matter how, who was on top or bottom; he just wanted the man. It might be a newer want than his nearly decade-old feelings for Hunter, but it was no less real, and the thoughts had been in the back of his mind since they'd fallen asleep together the night before. To be honest, he'd been thinking about it off and on for the last year or so, but only in a sort of distant fantasy way. The last twenty-four hours had been wild, emotional, and completely unexpected... but Shawn was happier than he'd been in years, and the two men he was looking at were responsible. "Please. Let me watch you... together." An indrawn breath, and his eyes flew to Hunter's face for an instant, reading the absolute sincerity and want behind that so-unexpected request. He'd thought of the possibility in passing earlier as a way of dealing with this exact situation, but he hadn't expected to actually fulfill that brief fantasy. Now... as he turned his eyes back to Dave, smiling a little as he watched the big man kiss Hunter, it looked like it would become a reality. As Dave moved, he waited, knowing what Dave had to be doing and glad that someone had thought ahead enough to have the bases covered; he wasn't sure if he even had any lube in his things. It had been�a long time since he'd needed any. "Then I guess that's what we'll give you." God, he could just fall into those eyes forever. Those wonderful, expressive eyes... He was swaying toward Dave even as the other man reached out to touch him, the soft touches�tantalising, leaving him wanting more. As their lips met all too briefly, a shudder worked its way down Shawn's spine, a moan escaping into the momentary semi-silence of the room when Dave's tongue brushed over the mark on his neck. The man was going to drive him crazy with lust with just those gentle touches. Barely aware of accepting the small tube from Dave, too caught up in the sensations his lover was creating for him to realise what it was, Shawn's eyes widened as he heard Dave's rough words. "Sweetheart, I've been wondering for the longest time what it would feel like to have you over me.. .inside me and I'm hoping you could see your way clear to showing me what it's like to be claimed by someone so passionate and giving." His fingers clenched on the tube in their grasp as he fought back a sudden flash of lust at the thought of being inside Dave. The request was so unexpected... Shawn had never had a preference, enjoying both positions thoroughly, but for some reason he'd thought that Dave would want to take him first. The expression of mingled hope and love on Dave's face brought Shawn to his senses. While he might want to think about Dave's actual words later, now was not the time. The soft brush of fingers against his cock, now fully hard and interested in the goings-on, made him shiver as a quiet whine slipped out of his mouth, his free hand clutching at Hunter's thigh for an instant. "So... do I get what I want too?" Forcing himself to answer verbally before just pouncing on the man, Shawn realised that his voice hadn't recovered quite as much as he'd thought, but it was still audible... just very husky. With a smile, he replied, "Since you asked so nicely..." Leaning up�to press his lips against Dave's ear, he finished, "But first... I have a favour to return." With a slow swipe of his tongue around the edge of the ear so temptingly close, he nibbled his way down Dave's neck, pausing while he decided on his target, and then bit down firmly. Sucking at the skin between his teeth, his eyes closed for an instant as Dave's flavour flooded his mouth before he let go, running his tongue over the reddened spot he'd left. **** Despite the fact that he really didn't want to move, he allowed Chris to have his way in rearranging him. Though he had to admit that the massage helped, what he really wanted was just to be left alone to sleep. When they were on the road, sleep was a rare commodity... especially when you spent half of the time allotted to sleep on getting laid. So when he had time off, Adam spent as much time as possible catching up on his rest. Now they had four days off and for at least one of them he was going to have to wake up every hour on the hour. If it had been for the pleasure of making love to Chris, he'd have been all over happy about it, but since it was due to a concussion? Hell yes he was going to be cranky about it. Still, Chris' massage was aiding him towards getting to sleep that much quicker. "And yes, you can sleep your way through. I�ll wake you for breakfast." What was the catch? Adam opened his eyes and looked at the man slowly massaging his temples. There had to be a catch... Chris had been all over him earlier about having to follow the doctor's orders and now he was going to slack off on them? Yeah... right. "�Then Jay would kick my ass and he�s a scary guy first thing in morning." Adam had just discovered something about his lover... he was cruel. Yep. Sure was. Teasing him with the one thing he'd wanted and then snatching it away. Well... the one thing that he'd wanted at this particular moment. He could just imagine Jay going nutso on Chris. Okay. Fine. He would wake up every hour, but that didn't mean he was going to be any happier about it. Turning back into the pillow, Adam draped an arm across Chris' legs and settled himself enough to finally go to sleep. 2:15 am "Sorry Babe." With a sigh, Adam rolled onto his back, answered the requisite questions, rolled back over and fell asleep. 3:15 am Once again being woke up by Chris, Adam dismissed procedure and stayed on his stomach. "Adam Copeland, born October 30, 1973, and I don't know who the president is even when my brains aren't scrambled so...." Not bothering to open his eyes, he smiled as he slid his hand up Chris' thigh. "I'll just identify someone else," he said, his hand climbing even higher. He made a noise as if he actually had to give some deep thought to whose lap his head was resting on. "You are... the man that I am totally head over heels for even if you are being a huge pain in the ass by waking me up every hour... Chris Jericho." A wicked grin on his face, which was still half buried in the pillow, he slid his hand several times over Chris' groin. "And now... I'm going back to sleep. Night, Love." He knew Chris had reacted, even though he couldn't see his reaction. It took supreme effort not to laugh into the pillow, his hand still resting in one of his favorite places. **** Glen was so shocked by what Jeff had said that he was frozen for a moment. Were Mark and Jeff really...? He decided that Mark looked just as surprised by the admission as he was so probably not. Sean had no such problem however. He eyeballed Mark for a moment and then bounced out of the elevator after Jeff. "Hey, Jeff. Wait up a minute." Glen made a useless attempt to grab his lover, then sighed and looked at Mark. "I'm sorry about that Mark. From the look on your face I'm guessing that you and Jeff aren't..." Glen shut up quickly enough when he caught the look in Mark's eyes. He moved out of the elevator after the other two, Mark right behind him. He stopped for just a moment though and turned to face his friend. "Mark, I don't know what is going on with you and Hardy, but I have to say that if you did get involved with him I don't think it'd be such a bad thing. You've been alone for a long time. You deserve to be happy, Mark. If he can do that for you, then I say go for it. Sean's right though, you two are cute together." Meanwhile, Sean was walking beside Jeff, trying to figure out why Jeff had lied about his relationship with Mark. "I'm sorry... for asking. I wasn't going to, but they gave me that look so I did it just to be a prick." He smiled apologetically and hit Jeff lightly on the shoulder. Looking behind him to make sure the other two weren't too close to them, he still dropped his voice a bit when he started talking again, just to be safe. "You do make a cute couple though. You should think about it, seriously. Mark's been alone for a long time and he's a good guy. With all that unusual PDA he was showing you downstairs, I was kind of hoping you liked him back... at least a little bit." When Glen looked up, he saw the look on Jeff's face. "Oh man. What the hell did he say now?" **** His heavy breathing echoed by Kevin's, Scott collapsed against the mattress lost in a hazy intensely relaxed state. He wasn't sure he could move right now even if someone was running down the hall shouting 'Fire!' all the way. He felt the slight pressure of Kevin's head against his back and smiled. At least he wasn't the only one that was a boneless puddle of goo right now. The air rushing across his back with each breath that Kevin expelled was almost forceful enough to tickle and he could still feel Kevin's solid length inside him. His ass was aching fiercely but it was still that 'feels good' kind of ache, though if he even thought about sitting on it right now that would probably change to an 'oh hell that hurts' kind of ache. His heart did a little flip at Kevin's kiss to his temple, then he was biting his lip against a groan of loss as Kevin withdrew from his body. He waited expectantly and within a moment he felt the gentle slide of Kevin's hand against his back, quiet soothing words being whispered to him. This was as much a necessary part of their play as the pain was. There was always pain and then comfort. Kevin was a master of both. Nothing had changed and this would change nothing. They could have both new pleasures and old ones without changing the basic truth... their love for each other. Something else that wouldn't change was how over-emotional he tended to be whenever they took their play to this level. When Kevin rolled off the bed, Scott knew that he wasn't leaving, that he would go no further than the bathroom, but it still made his heart skip a beat. The loss of contact, the separation from Kevin forced him to find a different focus... as always his brain chose his pain to dwell on. The now intense pain came crashing down on him, his body shuddering with the force of it. He hissed quietly, closing his eyes as he felt the moisture gathering in them. God did he hurt. It didn't matter though. That one intense moment of complete and utter bliss with Kevin was worth any amount of pain. Being one with Kevin was always fulfilling, but when they let things build slowly like they had today, took things to this level it was almost unbelievably incredible. He wouldn't want to give it up for anything and thankfully he didn't have to. The gentle touch against his cheeks pulled him away from the pain. Kevin's touch always seemed to make it melt away. Opening his eyes, he looked up at his lover... his lover in every sense of the word. "I love you." He leaned into Kevin's gentle strokes like a cat seeking attention, his body craving the touch of his lover no matter how simple. "Absolutely beautiful, Scott." He didn't laugh, but he wanted to. He was covered in sweat, his hair probably looked like he'd poked his finger in an electrical socket, his ass was most likely fire engine red, and he was laying in a puddle of come. Only Kev would call him beautiful at this point. Scott didn't argue, though he thought maybe his lover was just a tiny bit insane. That was good though, because if Kev were in his situation right now, Scott knew he'd find him just as beautiful. That explained it. They were both nuts. At Kevin's prodding, he moved so that Kevin could rearrange the covers. As soon as Kevin was under the covers with him, Scott snuggled up to him, borrowing some of his body heat. If possible he'd have burrowed inside the man, but since it wasn't he had to be content with hanging all over him. He felt Kevin's arms tightening around him and wondered what Kevin had on his mind. He was being incredibly quiet, even for Kev. Looking up at his lover, he waited, knowing that it wouldn't take Kevin long to tell him what was going on in his head. "I... This was... beyond anything I thought it would be. Anything I was afraid it would be." Scott raised his arm and put two fingers gently against Kevin's lips. Propping himself a bit on his side, he kept his eyes locked with Kevin's. His voice was roughened from all his tears and a bit strained from the ache in his backside, but this was too important not to say. "I was afraid too, but I was more afraid of what it wouldn't be than what it would be. I was worried that you'd hold back or that you'd give in when you wouldn't have before. I wasn't sure where this would fit in with how we are now. I think..." Running his fingers softly over Kevin's lips, Scott smiled at him. "I think this is as much a part of us as us being the Outsiders. It's part of who we are and I love who we are. I love you." Deciding that it was time to focus on something a little less emotionally fraught, a little less complicated, Scott thought of the perfect way to shift the conversation. Besides, he owed Kevin a little lesson of his own. Leaning further up, he pressed his lips softly against Kevin's, just the slightest whisper of a kiss. "I love you and I love your mouth." Running his thumb gently across Kevin's bottom lip, he pulled slightly until Kevin's mouth parted. "Your lips are so soft." Flicking his tongue softly against those soft lips, he let it slip into Kevin's mouth just far enough to touch the tip of his tongue before pulling away. "You always taste so good. And the way you use your mouth to tease me Kev, drives me damn near insane." Looking back into Kevin's eyes he smiled. "Your kiss is the best kind of addiction. As much as you kiss me, I always want you to do it again. Every place your mouth touches me is like a little shock of electricity. I can feel it all the way down to my toes." His lips tilting up in a wicked little smirk, Scott slipped his finger past Kevin's lips to tease at his tongue. His voice even huskier, he said almost in a whisper, "and when you have your mouth wrapped around me Kev, it's the sweetest thing imaginable. Just thinking about how warm and wet it is, is almost enough to get me off." Scott whined quietly as Kevin's lips wrapped around his finger. "God, Kev..." He wasn't expecting Kevin to bite him, though he probably should have. "Hey!" Laughing, Scott pulled his finger out of Kevin's mouth and pretended for a moment as if he were inspecting for damage. Turning suddenly serious, he looked at Kevin once again. "But the thing I love most about your mouth is your smile. It's another beautiful part of you, Kev." **** That little whine was so sexy. Dave was going to make it his mission in life to hear that sound as often as humanly possible. His eyes locked on the smile on Shawn's mouth just before Shawn gave him the answer he'd been hoping to hear. "Since you asked so nicely..." Yes! Just a little bit longer and he'd be living out a longtime fantasy. His mind was already supplying him with a hundred different images of how it might come about. He was hoping for a position that would allow him to look into Shawn's eyes when they came together, but he'd happily take whatever Shawn decided to give him. Soon now... very soon... his mind ground to a halt with the words spoken so huskily against his ear. "But first... I have a favour to return." Favor? As far as he knew Shawn had already returned his favor from earlier so what favor was Shawn referring to? He caught on quickly as Shawn's mouth moved down his neck. Tilting his head to the side, he gave Shawn better access, his breathing picking up a bit in anticipation of what he knew was coming. He wanted Shawn to mark him as well. When Shawn latched onto Dave's neck with his teeth, he growled quietly, his eyes slipping closed. "Yes," he hissed. His senses rioting, he latched onto Shawn's hips with both hands, squeezing almost roughly. He allowed another minute or so of Shawn's tongue teasing at the mark he'd made before lifting a hand to thread it gently in Shawn's hair. Tugging slightly, he raised Shawn's head until their eyes met. He stared into those beautiful blue eyes for a long moment before covering his lover's pouty lips with his own. Dave started out gently, letting his hand trail down the length of Shawn's spine in a slow silky glide. When he reached the trim waist, he wrapped both arms tightly around him, the kiss exploding into a more intense exploration. He was thoroughly lost in Shawn for a moment... his sweet taste, the musky smell of his arousal, the press of his toned body against Dave's own. He wanted more. Needed more. With a quick twist of his body similar to one he'd have used in the ring, he levered Shawn across Hunter's body, Shawn's calves skimming over Hunter's thighs. When they came to rest, Shawn was sprawled nicely on top of Dave who was lying right next to Hunter's right side. He moaned huskily into Shawn's mouth, the weight of Shawn's body atop his feeling better than anything he'd been able to imagine. His arms still banded around Shawn's hips, he thrust his own hips upward bringing their hard cocks into exquisite contact. Dave whined, loosening his hold on Shawn so that his hands could explore. Learning his lover's body with his fingertips, he ran them gently up Shawn's back, counting the knots along his spine as their hungry mouths continued their feast. Counting backwards to calm himself a little, he traced the return route as his backside settled against the bed once again. He passed the base of Shawn's spine, his fingers ghosting over curved flesh and the outside of muscular thighs. Dragging his fingers inward, he moved upward once again along tensed inner thighs until he reached the apex, loving the way Shawn was squirming against him. ****� Someone up there absolutely hated him. Mark was sure of it. What other reason could there be for Glen and his hyperactive other half to have shown up... let alone be in the elevator with him and Jeff... and on the same floor. Suppressing his growing urge to bang his head against the wall, Mark tried to keep quiet, knowing that if he said too much, he was going to say something that Sean would take entirely the wrong way... not that it took much for Sean to do that. "So, Hardy are you and Mark..." v Oh God. He was going to ask, wasn't he? Swallowing a groan, Mark bit back the reply that wanted to leap from his mouth. "God, I wish we were!" Jeff didn't need to find that out that way... hell, Jeff didn't need to find out at all. But especially not because Waltman provoked him into saying something that he shouldn't. "...going to be working together again? They sign you back up, man?" That was not at all what Mark had expected him to say, and he was positive that Sean had been looking for a reaction. His poker face came out of long years of practice, but he was depressingly sure that he'd shown more than he wanted to. At least Jeff wasn't staring at him to see every little reaction... No, that was what he caught himself doing to the younger man as he waited for Jeff's answer to the question. Jerking his eyes away from the other man, Mark sent a narrow-eyed gaze at Sean even as he cursed himself for giving away that much. Not that Jeff was given a chance to answer. "I never would have expected you two to be together, but you actually make a cute couple. How long have you been..." It didn't matter if Glen was one of his best friends. He was going to strangle Sean, slowly. Bad enough for Heyman to be making his sleazy implications... at least that was to be expected and pretty much completely ignored. But for Sean to be bringing up this subject---a subject that didn't even exist, except in the recesses of Mark's imagination---was just... "How long? Oh about... six hours now, give or take a minute." v Caught completely off guard, all Mark could do was stare after Jeff as the other man walked out of the elevator. That had been the absolute honest truth, right down to the guess about Vince's future plans, but it sounded like something completely different. He was aware of Glen's surprised look but couldn't seem to find any words to make a coherent sentence. The oh-so-casual line had stolen his ability to speak for the moment. His thoughts didn't have that problem, though; they were racing. Mostly they seemed to be centered around the longing that the literal meaning of Jeff's answer be true. How bad off was he, anyway? He'd been alone since his brief fling with Shannon and that had been quite a while, but he knew that whatever he was feeling for Jeff was more than just lust. That fascination that had been in the back of his mind since their angle together two years ago was growing exponentially as they spent time together... and Jeff didn't feel that way. He was just teasing Sean back... wasn't he? He was aware of Glen speaking to him, but he was too caught up in the realisation of just how much more than a passing fancy his feelings for Jeff were to care. It wasn't that word. He hadn't dealt with that word since he'd walked away from Shawn, and he wasn't going to now. Not that he needed to even be worrying about it. What in the hell did he think somebody like Jeff would see in him, anyway? Following Glen out of the elevator, he stopped just behind him as Glen turned to look at him. "I have to say that if you did get involved with him I don't think it'd be such a bad thing. You've been alone for a long time. You deserve to be happy, Mark. If he can do that for you, then I say go for it." Forcibly pulling himself out of the thoughts that were threatening to drown him, silently promising his confused emotions that he'd take the time to sort them out later, Mark found himself looking at Glen in absolute shock. Glen didn't think it�would be a bad thing? But he was responsible for Jeff. He couldn't abuse that unspoken power in that way, he just couldn't. But... Glen was a good judge of character, too. He'd known within hours of meeting Shawn that Mark was involved with him... and after he'd gotten to know Mark better, he'd quietly told him that when it didn't work out, he'd be there if Mark needed him. Not that Mark had thought anything of it at the time, but the day he'd left Shawn, he'd been on the phone to Glen less than an hour later. The man had been one of his best friends for years... Maybe he should think about this later. Right now... "Oh man. What the hell did he say now?" Seeing the expression on Jeff's face, Mark reacted without thinking. Not even looking at Glen, he headed down the hallway in his normal ground-eating stride, his attention focused on the colourful whirlwind in front of him that seemed to have crashed to a halt. What the hell had Waltman said? **** to be continued... |