"ITVR: Chapter 63"
Realities.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Even as Kevin leaned in to press his lips against Scott's, Scott knew that Kevin still hadn't quite figured out what he was doing. He cherished the tender kiss for what it represented... Kevin's love for him. Once Kevin pulled away, their foreheads pressed closely together, Scott smiled. So he would have to continue with his game. He already had a good idea what he was going to laud next though it was a tough decision. Kev had so many beautiful parts that it was hard to settle on just one at a time. So far he'd managed to praise Kevin's eyes, his hair, and his mouth and the man still hadn't figured out his purpose. He knew one particular part that he'd have all sorts of praise for, but he didn't want Kevin to think this was about sex because it wasn't. Maybe he'd settle on his hands next or the spots on the back of Kevin's knees that were so utterly sensitive. Kevin might think he'd lost his mind, but it would be worth it. "I don't always have your way with words, Scott... not in this setting, anyway." Scott wanted to argue with Kevin, but he didn't. Kevin might not verbalize certain things in this particular setting, but Scott was never left in doubt of how Kevin was feeling. His actions along with his expressive eyes had clued Scott in on numerous occasions when words had failed Kev. It didn't matter... he didn't need the words. "So all I can really say is how much I love you." That was all he really needed to say. As long as Kevin could voice those three words to him, the rest weren't necessary. He didn't need flowery phrases. It seemed however that Kevin was determined to give them to him anyway. Scott didn't interrupt, giving Kevin time to find his own words for what he wanted to say. "I think I loved you the first time I saw you, you know that?" Say what? Scott was stunned. The only thing that stopped his mouth from dropping open in shock was sheer will. Kevin had never even hinted that his feelings had developed that quickly. Kevin had joined the company in June of 1993. Within a couple of weeks of meeting, via Shawn, he and Kev had indulged what Scott had thought a simple mutual attraction at the time. It hadn't taken him a full month to realize that his feelings for the complex man were so much deeper than simple attraction. He hadn't had a clue that Kevin's feelings were leaning that way as well. In fact it hadn't come up until November of that year. Scott had kept his feelings quiet because he wasn't sure that Kevin didn't just consider him as someone to pass the time with. Up until that point he'd have called what they were doing 'fucking' rather than 'making love' even if he'd had those deeper feelings. He hadn't let them show. Then during November, they'd had a match together. Kevin had been partnered with IRS, Adam Bomb, and Rick Martel while Scott's partners had been Marty Jannetty, Randy Savage, and Sean. Scott couldn't even recall how the argument had started except that it had something to do with Savage knocking a move he'd pulled in the ring. Kevin happened to hear it and had gone off on the man almost viciously. Scott couldn't understand why Kevin would take such issue over a criticism, even if it had pissed Scott off something fierce. After managing to separate the two men, Scott had led Kevin off to a quiet room where they could be alone. Kevin was still grumbling and Scott had asked him why he was so upset. Imagine his surprise when Kevin had shouted that he wasn't going to let some prick with a huge ego put down the man that he loved and get away with it. Scott had been floored then too. He just assumed that Kevin had just made the discovery of how he felt... he'd never thought to ask. After a long minute he'd told Kevin that he loved him as well and they'd proceeded to celebrate their mutual love for each other right there in that room, on the floor no less. The fact that Kevin had had those feelings almost immediately was something that Kevin had never mentioned. "... it made that risk seem so meaningless because we were so much more afterward. It wasn't always good or easy, but it was worth it because I had you." Scott felt the exact same way, though hearing Kevin say it was certainly choking him up. Everything that they'd gone through, good and bad, had been worth it because they had always had each other, at least until the day Kevin had left. Kevin's pause made him shiver. God that had been an awful time in his life. He wasn't about to dwell on it now though, not with what else Kevin had to say. "Our time apart taught me that without you, I don't have anything. You are everything to me, Scotty." God. He couldn't breathe. Scott could feel the emotion welling up in him and even though he knew that part of it was due to what had just happened between them, he knew that was only part of it. He was always overly emotional after an encounter like they'd just shared, but he had a feeling that even if they'd simply been lying here together and had this conversation, he'd still have been all choked up about it. "I love you." He would not cry. Kevin would probably freak out if he did or think he'd upset him in some way. Still, he couldn't help the moisture gathering in his eyes, or the single tear that fell. Raising his hand, he caressed Kevin's cheek and smiled. "And you say you don't have a way with words?" He shook his head slightly, blinking to clear up his slightly blurred vision. "I never knew that you realized how you felt that soon, but I'm glad you told me. I knew how I felt a long time before I ever said anything either. I'm still thankful that you lost your temper and ended up telling me, but I have a feeling that even if you hadn't, we still would have figured it out." He paused a moment and then smiled. "I think we were just meant to be Kev. That's why I didn't think I could make it without you. We have a second chance now though and I know we'll make the best of it. I love you Kev." **** Jeff was watching Mark's face carefully as the big man pondered his answer to Jeff's demanding question. If Mark said it did bother him that people think they're together, then Jeff would have to rethink his strategy for the evening. But if he said it didn't bother him, that them together would maybe be something he didn't mind being accused of, then Jeff would see that as the first of many green lights he was hoping to pass tonight. There. There it was again, that look deep in Mark's eyes that sent�a small cold shudder through Jeff's soul. That... sadness, that he'd seen occasionally in the past, had flickered on and off all evening and there it was again.�Jeff knew, he'd even reassured Waltman,�'I know okay?' and didn't fear it, just regretted that it was there. As Mark moved to within just a few feet of Jeff's personal space, he felt a desperate spark of hope begin to light within his heart. Despite the cool, marble of Mark's expression and the hands-off aura he normally displayed, Jeff felt warmed whenever he was near him. Like lingering near a bonfire, your back got cold, but your face? You felt heat seep into your skin like a loving embrace. Being near Mark warmed Jeff in a way he hadn't until now noticed. Whether that warmth could be kindled into an inferno was going to depend on the words about to drop from the dark man's lips. It doesn't bother me. That, really, was all Jeff needed to hear, but... I don't want anyone thinking that I forced you into it. 'Like I did?' The statement almost sprang to Jeff's lips, but he managed to reign it in, just in time. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was remind Mark about his earlier disgusting mistake back in the locker room.�Jeff hoped that when push came to shove and he actually told Mark he was 'interested' that the big, handsome man wouldn't think it another insult to his integrity. Biting down on his lip to keep from offering reassurances, Jeff gave Mark the space to continue. Mark�probably would have too, if the ear-splitting argument from the couple in the room next door didn't interrupt him. ...obvious that Mark is nuts about Jeff... WTF? ...Jeff likes him too, damn it. "Way to spoil my 'moment' Waltman." Jeff muttered under his breath, trying to assess the affect the thunderous words were having on his... friend? God, he hoped they still might be after this night's end. Feeling a bubble of laughter rise up into his throat, Jeff looked back to Mark and almost gasped at the pain and uncertainty in the big man's luminous green eyes. He'd never, never, been able to read Mark as clearly as he could in that moment, standing in a hotel room in Uniondale. Jeff... ? "Okay, that's it! I've had enough!" Jeff shook himself suddenly, like a dog sloughing off a water bath and closed the distance between them with two quick strides. Curling his fists around two handfuls of black cotton, Jeff pulled Mark's face down and into intimate contact with his. Licking the shocked, slightly parted lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, Jeff went up on tip toes and curved his spine so that his hips pressed tightly into the gorgeous man he was manhandling. Taking a deep lungful of Mark's clean, fresh, scent, Jeff breathed out that air into Mark's sculpted jaw. "Waltman's irritating as hell, but he's not blind. I like you Mark..." feeling the shoulders near him tense, Jeff used all his inferior strength the keep them connected, physically and with his words. "...I like you... I want you... I hunger for you." And just to make it concrete that Jeff meant every word he was saying. "It's not because you saved my contract from Vince or my ass from Rick either. That shit in the shower wasn't me... but this is... and� and..." Jeff barreled over any objections Mark might have had. "... If you think I would have walked into anyone else's shower like that, then you are wrong,�crazy and not half as smart as you look.�If I hadn't wanted you so bad my brain had fritzed out, then I would have taken that contract and rammed it down Vince's throat. Go it?" A short shake to make his point clear and Jeff completely ignored the fact that his shake moved about an inch of fabric and very little else. "So, if I take off all my clothes again�and beg to�touch you, will you cover me up and make me leave?" Taking another lick, Jeff moved his face to the side so their noses didn't quite brush. He infused his voice with all the want and desire within him. "Will you Mark?" **** The smooth glide of sweat-dewed skin, both sun-kissed gold and burnished bronze, was riveting in its beauty. Hunter's mesmerised gaze drifted across his lovers, entwined so�gloriously beside him. They were stunning to his�peace-starved soul, so long without the pleasure of intimate contact with another. Even his own damaged responses were merely a reaction to his enforced exile and they would surely be overcome sooner rather than later. Especially if they kept tying him to the bed. Hunter felt his humour return as that thought penetrated the panic/pleasure he'd been immersed in since he'd seen Shawn strip off his clothes. Tearing his eyes from the sight of Shawn and Dave's passion locked lips, Hunter looked at his wrists, tied so carefully and securely to the bed. Oh god! What kind of guy was he, that he had to be trapped to a bed to get some sex? One of Hunter's strengths was his ability to not take himself very seriously and right now, Hunt needed all the strength he could get. Feeling the pressure of his need recede somewhat, Hunter took a deep breath and tried for a third time to relax his tight shoulders. Shaking his head at his own internal folly, Hunter grinned and sent his gaze back to his lovers. When Dave cuddled into Hunt's side, face pressed into his skin, Hunter, for the first time, genuinely wished the ties were gone. He wanted to hold Dave, to touch and stroke the dark skin nestled so wondrously close to his. It seemed they weren't about to leave him out of tonight's games,�a fact for which Hunter found himself eternally pleased. Shawn met his glance with a wickedly seductive look and then reached across Hunter's thighs for the small tube, forgotten in the delicious kisses and touches�he'd been privileged to see. Almost swallowing his tongue, Hunter glared with amused faux anger at Shawn, his naughty, taunting fingers returning to ghost over Hunt's highly interested erection. A glare that was gone the moment Shawn leaned forwards and pressed an only half-apologetic kiss to his hip. Shawn moved gracefully back towards Dave, the affection and passion in his beloved friend's face creating a warm glow of pleasure in Hunt's middle that had nothing to do with the Hot and Naked he was watching. As Dave shifted slightly, Hunter read the intention in the dark chocolate irises and opened his fingers so they might tangle with Dave's searching ones. Touching him, touching them... so vividly sensual in their connection to each other. Show me, Shawn... please... "Show us both." Hunter knew his voice was like gravel and didn't care. It couldn't possibly sound as scratchy and sexy as Shawn's did, so�the deeper than normal tone�barely registered. Looking on, arms restrained by necessary bonds, Hunter began to convey to these beloved men his own sense of pleasure and adoration... the only way available to him. With words. "Yes, show us Lover. God yes... like that Darling.�Touch him... show Dave... us... how loving and glorious you are Shawn. Yes. Just... like... that." **** Eyes fastened to the contrasting skin of his lovers as their fingers twined together in an unexpected but almost heart-wrenchingly sweet gesture, Shawn was actually startled for an instant when Dave spoke. "Show me, Shawn... please..." Wrenching his eyes back to Dave's face with a rueful twist of his lips, Shawn clearly read the need in his lover; the wide dark eyes, the slight tenseness in the sculpted muscles, the quickened breathing... Pushing aside his own body's needs, he nodded in acknowledgement, his lips parting to respond, when Hunter interrupted. "Show us both." God. That thought sent a hot wave of lust crashing through him, and his fingers trembled until he regained control over himself. Dave might or might not have realised by now, but Hunter certainly knew that Shawn not only didn't mind being watched, but loved being watched. The sudden direct realisation that Hunt was right here and would be watching every move he and Dave made... A quiet whine escaped him as he cast another look at his friend, his own eyes promising all sorts of wonderful payback for pushing that button. Dave's body twitching against him, his hips pushing at the finger still touching him, brought Shawn firmly back to the moment, and he smiled a little as he kept his gaze trained on the dark eyes. "Yes..." His voice failed him after the one nearly hissed word, whether from physical strain or lack of attention Shawn wasn't sure, but he didn't care. If he screamed himself voiceless tonight, it would be well worth it. Circling the small pucker delicately, Shawn watched Dave closely as he pushed forward, breaching the ring of muscle as gently as he could. Seeing nothing but pleasure written on his lover's face, he began stretching him slowly, not wanting to push either of them too quickly. Just the feeling of that tight heat around his finger was enough to make his cock throb impatiently against his belly, and he didn't want this to be over when it had barely begun. Another finger, and Shawn had to throttle back his own impatience. "Yes, show us Lover. God yes... like that Darling.�Touch him..." Hunter wasn't really helping, Shawn thought with some amusement, recognising Hunt's own desire to participate reflected in the words. But listening to that loved voice, deep and gravelly with lust, saying those sorts of things... Dave groaned as his fingers twitched, and Shawn's eyebrows raised briefly, before attempting to repeat the movement. Oh, now that was nice... but too much of that now and it really would be over too soon. One more finger... maybe he was being too careful, given what Dave had hinted at about his own past earlier, but Shawn would much rather take too long at this juncture than rush and regret it later. He bit back a laugh as Dave almost barked at him in his impatience, and withdrew his fingers. Dave was obviously at his limit, but then, so was Shawn.�He took a moment to drink in the sight of the man before him, all straining muscles and sweat-slick skin and want practically pouring off of him, as he coated his own hard shaft with lube before discarding the small tube. Sucking in a breath as his own touch sent desire shivering through him, he leaned forward, placing one hand between the bodies of his lovers as he locked eyes with Dave, his length pressing gently against the entrance he'd spent so much time preparing. "...show Dave... us... Yes. Just... like... that." Pushing forward, Shawn's eyes fluttered shut as his cock slid slowly into the tight sheath, the muscles clutching at him, the heat building at the base of his spine. Stopping once he was fully inside, Shawn took a deep breath. It had been so long since he'd done this... he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Bringing his other hand up to touch Dave's face, Shawn smiled at him, his own eyes dark with the desire singing through him. Leaning forward he kissed Dave gently, expressing his growing affection and desire with the soft touch in ways that he couldn't say in words. **** "Show us both." Dave bit his lip on a whimper. As if Hunter's voice alone wasn't enough to inspire that reaction, he'd just realized exactly what was about to happen here. He was on the verge of having sex with Shawn while Hunter watched. Dave had participated in many different kinks in his lifetime, but having someone else watch while he was getting fucked was a new experience. One he was starting to suspect he'd embrace as he had all the other variations... with enthusiasm. Lord, they'd turn him into an exhibitionist yet. When Shawn whined, he couldn't help squirming. The gentle finger pressed against his entrance was just... resting there and he needed more. Shawn was momentarily distracted, so it wasn't forthcoming. Dave's body made the decision all on its own to remind Shawn of what he'd been in the process of doing. One involuntary thrust of his hips and he had Shawn's attention right where it belonged. "Yes..." Thank god. The gentle push of Shawn's finger breaching his body was nothing but pleasure. His cock twitched at the tender stimulation. Just before he ended up begging for more, Shawn obliged him by adding a second finger. A brief clench of Hunter's fingers, a small shudder, and the small pool of moisture forming on his stomach beneath the head of his cock were the only testaments to the change. His heated glance never once left Shawn's face until Hunter decided to speak up again. "Yes, show us Lover. God yes... like that Darling. Touch him... Hell. If Hunter kept up that sexily growled running commentary, Dave wasn't going to make it long enough for Shawn to actually get inside him. Shawn's fingers twitched inside him and Dave thought he was going to lose it right then and there. An unbidden moan slipped from his lips, his eyes flashing with love and lust. Another twitch of those careful fingers and he repeated that hungry sound, his body tossing in a deep shudder as a bonus. Yet another finger slipped inside him and Dave was on the verge of howling. He began to wonder if Shawn was deliberately torturing him or if he thought all this prep was really necessary. Normally he wouldn't mind, but considering how long he'd been waiting for this particular event, he was anxious to get on with the act and skip the rest of the foreplay. "For god's sake... any time now would be good, Shawn," he gritted out impatiently. He swore he'd make it up to him later, though Shawn seemed amused rather than upset about it. As the teasing fingers slipped from his body, he almost whined once again. Now what torture did Shawn have planned for him? If he didn't get a move on, Dave would flip him over and jump on him, just to get to it. Okay... no, he wouldn't, but damn did he want to. Dave gave it a second thought while he watched Shawn slicking himself with the lubricant. God, how sexy was that? Shawn's hand sliding over his own length, the sharp inhalation brought on by his own touch. Dave squirmed again. And then Shawn was leaning over him and Dave could feel just the slightest pressure against his entrance. Finally, he was finally going to know what it was like. "... Show Dave... us... Yes. Just... like... that." With a deep moan, Dave's free hand clenched the cool sheet beneath him in a mimic of the hand holding Hunter's as Shawn breached his body. He watched with hunger as the pleasure washed over Shawn's face when he pushed inside... absolutely beautiful. Once Shawn was fully immersed inside him, Dave closed his eyes for just a moment, letting himself drown in the sensation. Just having Shawn buried inside him brought him immense pleasure... a sensation of fullness, completeness, and an even deeper love for the man. That wasn't even touching on the deep-seated need rioting through his veins for Shawn to move. The gentle touch against his cheek moved him to open his eyes again. The tender kiss and the look in Shawn's eyes sent a deep wave of yearning racing through him. He trembled slightly as he returned the kiss. Forcing himself to relax his grip on the sheet, Dave lifted his hand and tangled it gently in Shawn's hair. Nipping playfully at Shawn's bottom lip, he stroked his thumb teasingly against the top of Hunter's hand. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only actually a relatively short amount of time, Dave once again grew impatient. He thrust his hips gently, even the slight movement pure bliss, and groaned quietly into Shawn's mouth. With little pressure, he tugged Shawn's hair enough to separate their lips and implored Shawn to move. "Shawn, sweetheart... please... I want..." A short lick over lips that proved too irresistible. "No... need you to move, Shawn... please." **** "I've had enough!" Taken aback by Jeff's exclamation, Mark found himself frozen in place as Jeff met his gaze, emotion written clearly in those eyes... Emotion that he wasn't given a chance to read, as Jeff was suddenly right in front of him, touching him. His lips parted to say something, he wasn't sure what, but the words were lost in the flick of tongue against his lips, the brief touch sending an electric bolt sizzling right down his spine. His mind spinning in disbelief, Mark couldn't keep back the soft gasp as Jeff pressed up against him, hips cradled against hips. Moving without conscious direction, his hands slipped down to those thin hips, fingers resting dangerously close to territory that he shouldn't even be thinking about. The puff of air against his throat made his fingers tighten, even as his mind shrieked at him that he needed to let go, back up, get away from this man who was single-handedly threatening to demolish his closely-held walls. And why was Jeff doing this? He didn't need to do this, he had the contract, he couldn't possibly actually be interested in a thirty-something, broken-down, bitter old man. He couldn't be... "I like you Mark..." No. No, he couldn't... Mark stared down at Jeff with wide eyes, uncomfortably aware that he was practically radiating his emotions even as he tensed at the sheer unbelievability of what Jeff was saying. "...I like you... I want you... I _hunger_ for you." God... This had to be a dream. That was it. A crazy, wild, completely unrealistic dream. Not real. Not... "If I hadn't wanted you so bad my brain had fritzed out... Got it?" ...real. Mark tried to take in what Jeff was saying, but kept stalling at "I want you". He disregarded the comments about the happenings earlier that evening; he'd known at the time how out of character it was for the man in his arms---in his arms---and this... this was... A shake of his shirt that didn't even shift him, and for some reason, he felt his lips curl into a small smile as he looked at Jeff, all demand and ego and... Real. Something inside him gave in at that realisation. However unlikely it was, however unbelievable... Jeff wanted him. Jeff wanted him. "So, if I take off all my clothes again�and beg to�touch you, will you cover me up and make me leave?" A choked laugh was the only response he got out before another hot lick over his lips sent his voice shuddering back into silence. If Jeff made his fantasy earlier true... what would he do? Send him away? His body raised its own protest at that thought, and his mind offered up the image of Jeff begging to touch him... A deep shudder ran through him, only heightened by the nearly molten words that rolled off Jeff's tongue, dripping with lust. "Will you Mark?" Meeting Jeff's eyes, Mark consigned his doubts to the deepest recesses of his mind. As much as he doubted himself, he absolutely refused to doubt Jeff. He wanted this. Allowing one hand to slip down those few scant inches to mold around the curve of Jeff's ass, he brought the other one up to brush the bright locks out Jeff's face, cupping his face. Just to be able to touch the man was arousing. Knowing that he wanted to be touched... that was stunning. "No." Letting the single word linger in the air between them, he leaned forward, his hand sliding around to the back of Jeff's head as he pressed a kiss to those challenging lips. Intending it to be quick, gentle, he realised at the first touch that it wouldn't be. Rather than fight it, he lost himself in it, following the curve of Jeff's bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sucking the pouty flesh into his mouth. Taking his chance, he pressed inward, between the parted lips, eager now to taste, to discover what he'd believed was forever hidden from him. When he had to break away to breathe, he met the bright green eyes again, his fingers gently caressing the back of Jeff's skull. "I don't want you to leave, Jeff," Mark said softly, his body thrumming as long-suppressed desire came swimming to the surface, aware of every single place where they were touching. But he couldn't jump into this completely blindly, no matter how much he wanted it. "But... I want you to be sure. I don't do one-night stands." **** Before the door had even slammed shut, Glen was rubbing his hands across his face and sinking down on the mattress. "No. Despite what you two think, I was trying to help." He thought back on the words that Sean had thrown at him and couldn't help but wince. Realizing that Sean had said what he'd said on purpose because it was what he was expected to do didn't sit well with him. Sean was right... he and Mark had both expected it. Glen was really disappointed with himself. After the first warning, Sean would have watched himself around Mark and Glen knew it. That he hadn't was due to Sean's almost instinctive reaction to let people believe that he really was an annoying little twit with absolutely no brains and fewer manners. Just because he chose on quite a few occasions to actually be that annoying little twit, most times when it concerned the other members of the Clique, didn't mean that Sean couldn�t behave appropriately... and Glen knew that. But he'd jumped to the same conclusion that Mark had obviously jumped to despite his knowledge of his lover's real self and that was just inexcusable. "... Mark may not like me, but he's your friend. When he's happy, you're happy. So excuse me to hell for giving them both a nudge." Glen winced again recalling Sean's defense of his actions. He knew that he wouldn�t be able to convince Sean that Mark didn't actually hate him, that had to come from Mark himself. Since Mark didn't realize that that's what Sean thought, that probably wouldn't happen. Maybe he could bring it up in a roundabout way without letting on that that was what he was doing. That Sean had set himself up to look like an ass for the express purpose of pushing Jeff and Mark together, thereby making Mark happy and by extension Glen, was more than enough to make him feel sorry for yelling at Sean like he had. He was a complete and utter ass. He stared at the closed bathroom door and sighed. There hadn't been a single sound from the bathroom in the last five minutes and he knew that Sean was most likely going to continue with his brooding until Glen did something to stop it. He'd stay in the bathroom all damn night if Glen let him... not that that was a real possibility. Sean was due an apology and Glen was going to give it to him... he just had to get him to come out of the bathroom first. Walking to the door, he tried the knob. It was, of course, locked. He tried knocking. No answer. He tried pounding on the door next. Still no answer. "Sean, come out here so we can talk about this." Nothing. Not even a peep. He growled. 'Stubborn little shit... ' "Sean, if you don't open the damn door, I'll break it down." Considering he was both shouting and pounding on the door at that time, Sean wouldn't doubt him. He was considering doing just that when he heard the click of the door lock being turned. That was obviously the only concession that Sean was willing to make though because the door remained closed. Shaking his head, Glen threw the door open and stared at his sullen lover. ----- The words that escaped his mouth as soon as he slammed the door shut were in no way complimentary to his lover. Stubborn, jackass, and idiot figured liberally among his quiet complaints. He didn't actually mean them... okay maybe he meant the stubborn part, because Glen certainly was that. Sean was beyond irritated that Glen had expected the worst from him. He'd thought that Glen knew him better than that. While it was true that he purposefully cultivated the misconception that he was a complete and utter airhead constantly on a sugar high, there were a few people that knew the 'real' Sean. The members of the Clique obviously knew what he was like when he wasn't strung out on candy and caffeine. Glen knew as well... or Sean had thought he knew. He had never bothered to put on an act where Glen was concerned. In fact, Sean had been disturbingly direct with the man since the first time he'd met him. The night that they'd met, Sean had been floored by the gentle giant, a term which irritated Glen to no end. But that's how Sean thought of him. That Glen had rescued him from the unwanted overly amorous attentions of a drunken Bubba Ray Dudley had earned him huge bonus points with Sean. They had gone out for coffee, Sean having snuck away from the rest of his friends, and had been together ever since. Sean had come straight out and asked Glen to stay with him that night. From the start he'd let Glen see the serious side of him that very few were ever afforded a view of. And yet tonight Glen had doubted him. He'd thought that Sean had provoked Mark for absolutely no reason. Sean blew through another round of colorful invectives underneath his breath while he was taking off his clothes. Wrapping a white hotel towel around his waist, he ran his fingers through his hair to comb out the tangles. He was on the verge of going out to go to sleep, in whichever bed Glen wasn't occupying, when the doorknob rattled. He stared mulishly at the door through Glen's request to talk. Ha! Like he was going to make it that easy. "Sean, if you don't open the damn door, I'll break it down." And it really sucked that Glen would do it too. Rolling his eyes over the thought of replacing yet another door in another hotel room, Sean reached out and flipped the lock on the door. Damned if he'd make it easy on him though. Leaning against the countertop, he waited until Glen tossed the door open and then stood stiff as a board while his lover stared at him. **** Jeff felt the shudder run through the long body trapped against his and prepared to hold on. Mark would have to�physically pull him off if he wanted Jeff to leave, or at least come up with a very firm "NO! Get off me you Freak," for Jeff to drop his limpet impersonation. Jeff was so determined to maintain his grip on Mark's shirt, the cotton would probably be ruined, that he wasn't aware that the hands resting so impersonally on his hips had actually moved. Unaware that is, until a�big�hand curved around his ass. Jeff's lips opened on a soft sigh of air, a quiet exhalation of relief, arousal and, to be honest, surprise. He'd been prepared for an initial cold shoulder and lets face it, coming on strong was a severe understatement for his actions, but he hadn't expected... well... acceptance. Not like this. Not like the warm, strong fingers moving away a stray twist of hair that had caught in Jeff's wickedly shaped side-burn. He had expected... No. OhjesusgodMarkwasaboutto... . They kissed like they'd been lovers for a decade or more. Straight past the fumbling of a first time and well into 'I know what you like' territory. The press of Mark's lips�and the hot, push of his tongue found Jeff sighing, opening his mouth and letting Mark in.�The sudden sweetness of it made his heart ache. Inching�even impossibly closer, Jeff tried to�occupy the same�place in time and space�as Mark, his body reacting�to the instinct of passion and�politely taking his�mind along for the ride.�Kissing�the hot, sensual mouth�back with the hunger he'd so brazenly declared, their tongues fought not for domination but to determine who could explore the other's mouth more hungrily. I don't want you to leave, Jeff... The man who could usually claim the name Jeff Hardy, when his mind hadn't just overheated, blinked once, slowly, at the intent face so close to his own. He honestly hadn't realised Mark had ended the kiss, Jeff could still feel the�faint graze�of the man's teeth on his lower lip and the humming along his nerves that had started the moment they'd first touched. Wha..? Mark was talking. Why was he talking when he should be kissing Jeff and getting his toes to curl again? I don't do one-night stands. "Good." Jeff managed to say, his voice all soft and mushy from the kiss. It was suspiciously like his brain at the moment, but a small part of said mush felt it should respond to the concern evident in Mark's tone. Jeff didn't want the man so wondrously close to giving in to him, to have any doubts about Jeff's willingness... or his commitment to something more than wild, monkey sex. How about lots of wild monkey sex... repeatedly... every night... During the day too, if they could manage it. Drawing in a sudden cleansing breath, Jeff shook away some mental cobwebs and dragged his focus away from more kissing, monkey sex and... and... "The last thing I am Mark Calloway, is a one-night stand." Hey, he'd never denied he had an ego. Unclenching his fingers from Mark's shirt, Jeff slid his hands up to the broad expanse of firm shoulders and braced himself by locking his hands behind Mark's neck. Fingers briefly stroking the reaper tattoo, Jeff used the gifts he was born with, as well as some adolescent gymnastics training, to lift his�feet slowly from the floor with all the smooth grace of a�dancer.�Pleasure and�delight beginning to bubble in his eyes, Jeff�wrapped himself around Mark's torso, legs around his waist, slightly to one side of the tall body.� Jeff began to drop, small, teasing kisses along Mark's throat and jaw. "Sure I'm sure." Leaning back so that Mark was forced to take some of Jeff's weight or drop him to the floor, Jeff locked his green eyes with matching emerald ones. "So... do I beg now?" He really, really hoped Mark would say yes. **** Watching Shawn prepare Dave's body was like indulging a torture kink. His beloved friend was teasing and tormenting the dark man with just the faintest of touches and caresses, his slow, slow movements causing Hunter to groan faintly in sympathy with Dave's pleading moans. Hunt knew that Shawn had captured them both with his sensual actions, he held the passion of two men in his�long, clever hands,�but�Hunter didn't mind in the slightest. As far as he was concerned the foreplay could go on for hours and Hunter would be content to sit back and watch. Although Dave would probably kill�Shawn if he took that long. Admiring Shawn's lean body and the hard curve of his bicep as he leaned over their recumbent lover, he�felt his own hardened shaft twitch again at Dave's sprawled figure. Hunter licked his lips and continued his verbal counterpoint to the harmony being performed before him. any time now would be good, Shawn. "But he just likes to torture us, don't you Beloved? ...god you look so good together... so right... David... your skin... beautiful all spread out like a banquet for our�Shawn to touch... for us..." Hunter fell silent at the instant�when Shawn's dusky blue eyes locked with Dave's deep gaze. The trust in that look, the love suffusing Dave's exotic features and the deep affection flowing from Shawn was enough to bring Hunter's heart into his throat.�Loving them both so much in that split-second of time, so much so that Hunter doubted his poor, restrained body could take it. He felt�profoundly grateful that his lovers had made him stay with them and granted him this one, single, moment. The moment when the smooth muscles in Shawn's legs pressed his long sex deep into Dave's body. He almost came just from that look on their faces. need you to move, Shawn... please Dave's impatient demanding tone, broke Hunter from his almost-climax and brought him back down to the earth. Tearing his eyes away from the beauty of the two men locked together scant inches from him, Hunt looked intently at the small table by the bathroom door. A Bible. Okay... breathe. A lamp. Breathe. A really ugly vase... again. Lips twitching, Hunter regained his control and rewarded his efforts with another glance at the gorgeous figures beside him. And almost promptly lost control again. **** The repetitive impact of blows on leather was the only sound echoing from the arena gymnasium. A lone security guard waited just inside the doorway, he was on the all night shift and really didn't mind making sure the last of the arena's performers was under his watchful eye all night. It wasn't every day he got to watch Stone Cold Steve Austin beat the crap out of a punching bag. Past midnight and all the WWE crew had finished their jobs and were well on their way to their accommodations or the next city about to be graced with the traveling zoo that was sports entertainment. Steve didn't have to leave anytime soon, most arenas had a�staff that were used to the eccentricities of various performers and quite happily catered to the enormous egos often to grace their halls. Austin wasn't known for his star powered antics but if he wanted to stay back and take advantage of the gym, not a single official would say no. Steve had lost himself in the rhythm of his punches, the tape across his knuckles getting grimy with sweat and the faintest tinges of blood from�small cuts. He was releasing the anger and pain he felt the only way he knew how... in violence. For the first half-hour he'd tried to picture Randy's smug, pretty face on the other side of his fists, but it hadn't worked.�Beating the hell outta Randy wasn't what he wanted, he wanted something very different from that sad, pretty face. Steve just obviously wasn't going to get it. Walking back into the arena so painfully�alone, had left him with two choices. He could go out to a bar and try to pick a fight, do some damage, get arrested and fuck up his image for the foreseeable future... or he could break his hands on a punching bag. The second option was less stress all round and while Steve didn't give a flying fuck for his reputation at the moment, other people did. He couldn't mess himself up, much as he'd like to. When the burn in his arms became too much, Steve held onto the bag in a emotionless embrace and rested his head on the red vinyl. Dammit. It was only one god-dammed night, it wasn't supposed to hurt this bad. Stupid ole fool, falling for some gorgeous kid with his whole career ahead of him, while Steve was losing his final battle with a busted neck and messed up knees. He really should've known better at his age. A low conversation at the door had Austin turning his face towards the new arrival, his temple still holding the bag up. Vince McMahon hadn't gone to his hotel yet. Steve wasn't surprised, as it was common knowledge that the CEO worked harder than three of his employees combined. That was why the man was who he was, the big dick of the company... and one of Steve's oldest friends. The thousand dollar jacket was draped easily over a weight bench, as was a pure silk tie. Rolling up his sleeve, Vince put his shoulder against the punching bag and met Steve's stare with an exhausted one of his own. Grinning sourly, Austin nodded a greeting and stepped back, throwing his punches into the braced vinyl with a robotic commitment now, rather than the feral anger of earlier. "Ya look... as dead... as I feel... Mac." Steve complimented between punches. Of course Vince managed the bag like a pro trainer. Not like the man had the industry in his veins or anything. "Hard night." Vince grunted as he absorbed the impact of the still very lethal blows. "I think I've been doing this too long." "Yeah... right." About every twelve months Vince would contemplate retiring, leave everything in Steph and Shane's hands, then�bolt for the Caribbean with Linda. It never happened and Austin suspected it never would. Vince would die white haired and pissy at his desk, some young wannabe on the other side freaking out 'cos the CEO just croaked in front of him. "What's got ya... thinking like... that?" Vince was silent for a few minutes, but Steve didn't push. If the dark man wanted to talk then he'd talk, nothing Austin could say would change his thinking. "Hunter threatened to quit." That caused a pause in Steve's punching. "Yer shittin' me?" With a look Vince indicated that Austin should continue his workout. Not much longer and Steve's arms would fall off, but he wasn't there quite yet. "He and Shawn are sleeping together." Austin was happy to get the information in a series of brief sentences, Vince was going to tell him all sooner or later. "'Bout time... I nearly choke... on the lust oozin'... from those two... every time I see 'em." Punch, punch, punch. "They're with Batista too." The lack of emotion in the pronunciation of the man's name, clued Steve into Vince feelings on that tidbit. "I guessed... Saw them... in the parkin' lot... They were glowin' with it." "He's using them. Using Hunter." From the angle of the bag, Austin couldn't see Vince's face, but the protective note in his voice was unmistakable. "Yer wrong there." Very few people could say those words to Vince's face. Steve was one of those few. "Guy's good enough... to get there... without screwing his way... ta the top." Enough. Austin stopped punching and stepped back. Stripping the tape from his fingers, he grabbed�a towel and sat on a convenient bench. Vince remained upright, his face and demeanour disagreeing with Steve's words. "What'd the Princess say?" Austin knew it was a low blow, but he also knew that if anyone was using Hunter for power, Stephanie would rip their balls off. Relaxing a fraction, Vince sat across from Austin and linked his fingers together. "She yelled at me for being 'mean'." Oh god yes. Steve could picture that. "She likes him." The confession was wrung about of Vince with bad humour. "There ya go then. He ain't yer son that ya gotta chase off anyone who so much as looks at him Mac. Ya think Michaels don't know a gold-digger when he smells one? That boy had more people trying ta get in his pants for pull in the company than alla us combined." Seeing the bigger man nod his agreement, Steve decided to have pity on his friend. He'd distracted Austin from thoughts of short, silky hair and sweet pouty lips so Steve figured he owed him one. He offered his water bottle. "I'd prefer bourbon." Vince smiled faintly and accepted the drink with good grace. "So what happened between you and Orton?" Austin�scowled. **** to be continued...

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