"ITVR: Chapter 64"
Requests.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Watching his lover with some trepidation, Kevin bit his lip when he saw the tear roll down Scott's cheek. Raising a hand to wipe away the dampness with a gentle brush of his thumb, he wondered if his little confession had been a good idea after all, at least with that kind of timing. He knew how emotional Scott got after one of their little scenes, and dumping this on him on top of that... The soft touch to his face stopped that line of thought practically before it got started. "And you say you don't have a way with words?" Not like you do, Scott, was the silent response. But he knew better than to verbalise that; for whatever reason, Scotty still seemed to be in his "I can't handle people" phase, and anything that Kevin said that was at all down on himself had always been fodder for Scott to disagree with him... no matter how true it might be. "I never knew that you realized how you felt that soon... I knew how I felt a long time before I ever said anything either." Wondering a little at just how much had remained unspoken between the two of them for all these years, Kevin vowed to never again keep anything from Scott, no matter how minor it might seem. Right now, he could count the days they'd been back together on two hands and still have fingers left over; a lot of that was due to the weeks of hesitant phone calls leading into nervous meetings for lunches and dinners, until Kevin had finally been able to gather his courage and ask Scott to stay with him one night. It was worse than when they'd originally gotten together, because then they didn't know how much they had to lose if it didn't work out. And how much easier would it have been, Kevin couldn't help but wonder, if they'd just been honest with each other from that very first day? "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." Refusing to think about what Scott had thought he'd had to do after Kevin walked out that horrendous night, Kevin returned his lover's smile as he allowed one hand to wander down over Scott's shoulder. He'd never walk out on Scott again; right this minute, he didn't want to even let go of Scotty. One nice side-effect of their scenes was getting to cuddle Scott all night long; most people would never believe it, but Big Sexy had always been a sucker for cuddling... at least when it came to the man in his arms. Although... that reminded him. "Do you want me to get that cream out of your bag, Scott?" Before Scott could answer him, Kevin's stomach rumbled. With a rueful grin, he added, "And would you like me to call room service? We never had dinner and for some strange reason, I'm starving." **** His hands had finally stopped shaking, although Randy was fairly sure he'd be pale under his tan if he looked in the mirror. Not that he wanted to. Looking in the mirror would become a rarity in the future if he had his way. Trying to swim up out of the fugue he seemed to have fallen into, Randy methodically reached down and unlaced his 'obscenely expensive' shoes. A ghost of what in another lifetime might have been a smile, briefly flirted across Randy's lips. He hadn't been pissed at Chris Jericho for using that description for these shoes, when he'd worn them for the first time�four weeks ago, even if having his footwear placed in the same category as the Jeritron 3000 was on the verge of insulting. The blond had only been teasing him and, despite what some people noted about his apparent thin skin, Randy did know the difference between teasing and a true attempt to be a prick. He was perfectly aware that if Jericho had wanted to make fun of him, then he wouldn't be making smart remarks about his shoes. Mind following that bizarre tangent, Randy didn't look up as the bathroom shower became silent and the door opened not moments after. Shoes off, Randy was wondering if he could be bothered undoing his tie or if he should just loosen the thing and toss it out the window, when a light voice commented from in front of him, "You look like shit Dude. What happened?" Maven sat down on his assigned bed, clad only in a pale apricot towel that accentuated his dark skin beautifully and almost flashed Randy as he spread his legs to brace himself. Deciding that a full-frontal of his friend at this moment in time would probably kill him, Randy closed his eyes and fell back onto his bed with a pained sigh. "Nothing," he lied to the ceiling. "Just tired." "Okay." The sounds of cloth sliding on cloth and low thumps indicated Mav putting on his habitual bed attire of boxers and socks. Randy just hoped his room-mate would go to sleep without wanting to bend his ear over Dawn-Marie again. Discussion of romance in any form tonight wouldn't just kill him, it would bury Randy six feet under. "Tired because you spent all last night... not here?" Bending his forearm over his painfully dry eyes, Randy prayed that Mav would just turn off the light and... "C'mon Randy... spill." Sitting up slowly, like a man three times his age, Randy rested on his elbows and looked across at his friend. Sitting up in bed, arms on raised knees, Maven Huffman was the picture of friendly curiosity and concern. His deep eyes honest and unwavering in their desire to know what was wrong. 'Why?' Randy wondered. "It's... nothing. Really." Randy lied again, although this time it was a lot harder when he wasn't looking at the ceiling. He could see Mav didn't believe him for a second. A small grimace of annoyance graced the young, dark features. "Randy," and just the way Maven said Randy's name reminded him of his mother, "�I'm guessing you're upset about wherever you were last night. Oh... and thanks for texting me at three am by the way, not like I'd been worried when you didn't show up or anything." Randy felt his own cheeks grimace at the worry in his friend's voice, he honestly hadn't known Mav would care. "I'm not blind you know, I know more about cars than that." This time Randy's eyebrows shot up into his hairline at being caught out. "You could've just said you wanted to go to a another hotel. Hell! Get another room if you've got company, I don't care, but quit with the pretend fucked-up rental and the lies okay?" Slowly Randy raised himself to a sitting position. This wasn't the kind of discussion he was used to having with his full-time room mate and only�genuine friend. He spent�a moment�time watching his young friend as�Mav stared down at the bedspread, his mouth pursed pensively - obviously working out exactly what he wanted to say next. "Yeah," Randy admitted, because lying was really out of the question. "Sorry... I..." But Maven cut him off with an impatient wave of the hand. "Forget it Randy... but... what is this anyway?" Another gesture to indicate their hotel room. "I mean... are we friends or just guys who bunk together? Because dude, I think of you as my friend, but if you're gonna lie to me and not even tell me what's wrong when you look like someone just ripped your guts out, then I wanna know. That'll mean we just bunk together and I can go worry about someone else at two a.m. with a tricky car in New York." Totally out of his depth Randy stared at Maven with what was likely a look closer to that ordinarily seen on a fish. Was Mav really...? They were friends... of the get drunk and chase girls variety. Of the 'don't even talk till I have a coffee' type of friend. It was easy and undemanding and Randy had been just pleased that Maven didn't try to kiss up to him like some of the other guys did. Was Maven actually saying he wanted to introduce communication into their friendship? Dark eyes, surprisingly wise in that young fresh face, pinned him as�Maven raised his head. If he were honest about it, Randy�would confess that he had noticed for a while now that�Maven was changing, becoming more mature as the gloss and dazzle of his plunge into stardom slowly wore off and left behind a pretty together young guy. Most of the people back-stage that Randy associated with, Evolution not included, were just bottom feeders, trying to climb the ladder by any means necessary. Randy stayed with them because they were no threat to him, no challenge and required no effort on his part to maintain contact. But Maven?�Mav was different. No hidden agenda. No sexual attraction to muddy up the waters.�Maven just plain liked him and wanted him to be happy. How refreshing,�Randy thought suddenly, fervently. How absolutely fucking refreshing. It stunned him to realize that he was suddenly very close to tears. He blinked rapidly to compose himself and drew in a deep breath. "I want to be your friend," he said softly, calmly, already knowing that he would from this moment on, answer honestly any question the young man opposite him thought to ask. "I set up last night so I could go to a different hotel. I got changed and went to the bar to try and pick... him... up. It worked and it..." God this was hard, telling someone, putting it out in the air to be judged, something that had previously only rested deep inside. "It was the best thing that ever happened to me... bar none." Randy wanted Maven to be clear on how�he felt about what he'd done. "I thought... I planned for it to be just one night... but he," just get it out, "...he wants more. A relationship I think. I dunno and that wasn't in the plan." Now he couldn't stop. "He asked me and I didn't say anything," the bed dipped beside Randy,�"and I couldn't fucking move Mav and he walked back into the arena. I couldn't move... I couldn't..." It was probably a good thing that Maven was his best friend. You were allowed to cry on a guy's shoulder, if he was your best friend. **** "Do you want me to get that cream out of your bag, Scott?" Did he? If they were at home in their own bed, he'd probably have shrugged it off for awhile yet. Considering the fact that they had to travel later in the day, he'd be better off using the cream now to get a head start on soothing his aches. "And would you like me to call room service? We never had dinner and for some strange reason, I'm starving." Considering that he actually felt the rumble of Kevin's stomach, Scott thought that was a very good idea. Scratching his fingernails lightly over Kevin's chest, Scott grinned at his lover. "Can't imagine why that might be, bottom-less pit that you are." Pushing up to his hands and knees, Scott hissed quietly at the uncomfortable sensation of the sheets rubbing over his abused posterior. Dropping a kiss on Kevin's lips before the big man could comment on his reaction, Scott then crawled over to the edge of the bed and gingerly stood up. "Gotta take care of some business. Cream's in the side pocket. If you do mine, I'll do yours," he added with a wink before turning and walking slowly... very slowly... towards the bathroom. "Get me whatever you're getting," he tossed over his shoulder when he reached the doorway. "And don't forget my dessert," he said, leaning back a bit to peek around the corner with a huge grin on his face. "...Cr�me puff." With an evil snicker, Scott ducked into the bathroom and shut the door before Kev had a chance to take him to task for the nickname. He spent a few minutes puttering around the bathroom. Wetting a cloth, he washed his face. In all actuality, he could have used a shower, but he knew better than to try it just yet. The only water he'd be able to tolerate on his ass would have to be almost ice cold and he was already chilled. The only reason he had washed his face was because of the tears; they always left his skin feeling itchy. Looking in the mirror, he shook his head. Exactly as he'd thought... he was a complete mess. Kev calling him beautiful just proved the old adage that love is blind. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, though it seemed to accomplish very little, then shrugged and opened the bathroom door. His progress towards the bed wasn't any faster than his progress to the bathroom had been. He crawled back onto the bed next to Kev and slipped under the sheet. Kev was still on the phone, with room service he supposed, but that didn't stop him from a little bit of teasing. Tossing one leg over Kevin's and scooting closer to his side, Scott draped his arms on Kevin's chest. He could have been trying to absorb some of Kevin's warmth, but that wasn't his primary goal. Wiggling his brows at his lover, he bent his head and slipped his tongue over one small dusky nipple, smiling at the involuntary noise Kev made into the phone. Once Kevin hung up the phone, Scott smiled at him even if he was a little nervous about the topic he was about to bring up. "Before the food gets here, there was something I wanted to ask you about." Looking down at his fingers that were moving randomly over the smooth skin of Kevin's chest, Scott took a deep breath before plunging into a topic that had been on his mind off and on for the last week or so. "Since the night you asked me to stay at the house, we've been together almost 24/7 and I'm pretty sure that I don't even have to ask, but..." Scott snuck a quick look at his lover's face before returning his attention to his wandering fingers. "I was thinking about getting a few things from my apartment during our time off... maybe taking them over to the house." **** For a full minute or two, he was incapable of moving. His eyes focused on all that glorious alabaster skin not covered by the small hotel towel and his body responded instantaneously as it always did when he saw his lover so scantily attired. He wanted nothing more than to sweep the man into his arms, carry him off to bed, and spend hours showing him how much he was loved. He couldn't do that quite yet. He had an apology to make first. That didn't mean that he couldn't accomplish part of his goal in the process however. Taking the two steps into the bathroom needed to reach Sean's side, Glen swept his lover into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. He'd known that Sean would struggle and he had, but only half-heartedly. That was the easy part. Facing the sadness and hurt in Sean's eyes... now that was the hard part. Settling down at the head of the bed, he set Sean on his lap and kept his arms wrapped around him so that he couldn't run off again. With a sigh and a gentle kiss on top of Sean's head, he ignored the call of his body to respond and instead focused on the unyieldingly stiff body in his arms. "I'm sorry." He loosened one arm long enough to press Sean's head against his shoulder and run a hand through his dark curly hair. "I'm sorry I yelled at you without letting you explain first, but most of all I'm sorry for thinking you would provoke Mark for no reason. I reacted without thinking, but that's not really an excuse. Next time I do something that stupid, and we both know there will most likely be a next time, you have my permission to smack me upside the head." Glen closed his eyes and laid his head atop the curly mop of hair leaning on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for hurting you and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, baby." Glen held his breath for a moment, hoping that Sean would forgive him. Sean's temper was nearly as legendary as his own. While his was normally slow-to-ignite, but magnificently furious once it did, Sean's was quick to make an appearance, but just as quick to fizzle out once he'd dealt with the issue at the root of it. Gentle fingers scratching softly against the cotton of his shirt was the first indication that he might possibly be granted the forgiveness he was seeking. He exhaled silently almost simultaneously with Sean's small sigh. "Of course I forgive you Glen. I have to because I love you, ya big slug. But the next time you do something like that I will take you up on that offer to smack you in the head." Glen opened his eyes and stared down at the man in his arms. Sean looked up at him, a scowl on his face, but a twinkle in his eye. It was at that moment that Glen decided there needed to be a change in their relationship. He was going to offer a part of himself to Sean tonight that he'd never quite had the courage to offer as long as they had been together. It was time. ---- Sean hadn't really been surprised to find himself swept up into Glen's arms. He should have taken issue with the man carting him around like a rag doll, but he was more disappointed with Glen than actually angry with him so he made the token expected struggle and let it go at that. That didn't mean he was going to give in and make it easy on the guy yet. Sitting stiffly on Glen's lap once he had settled them on the bed, Sean waited for the beginning of another lecture. After all, Glen had threatened to break the door down so that they could talk. It was obvious he was still angry. Sean just hadn't realized that that anger wasn't directed at him, but rather at Glen himself. The moment the first words of the apology had fallen from Glen's lips, Sean had let go of his icy demeanor, though it hadn't been obvious since he'd yet to look up at the man. He had allowed Glen to pull his head against his lover's shoulder and accepted the calming hand stroking through his hair. He was impressed that Glen had managed to figure out the reasons for his upset without having to be told. He'd succinctly apologized for each infraction and that was enough for Sean. It wasn't like he could actually stay mad at Glen after all, especially when he'd been the one to instigate things by acting as he had. Mark probably hadn't been happy with what he'd done and part of Glen's reaction was most likely based on that fact. Next time he would find a different way to go about getting the reactions he wanted without being so provoking. He smiled, though it was buried against Glen's expansive chest, when Glen gave him permission to smack him. He was pretty sure that he couldn't actually strike his lover, though he certainly wasn't about to clue him in on that. "I'm sorry for hurting you and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, baby." As if he had any other choice? He loved the man too much to ever consider the alternative. No way was he ready to give up the best thing that had ever happened to him over a misunderstanding that wasn't even related directly to them... not if he could help it. Raising a hand, he gently traced ambiguous patterns on Glen's chest. Glen was still wearing all his clothes, which was a bit annoying when he was sitting here in just a towel, but he'd take care of that little problem soon enough. First... "Of course I forgive you Glen. I have to because I love you, ya big slug. But the next time you do something like that I will take you up on that offer to smack you in the head." His scowl was for effect only. The moment he'd decided to forgive Glen, it had become a thing of the past as far as Sean was concerned. There were things he'd much rather be doing at the moment. Slipping off Glen's lap, he kneeled beside him and ran his hands teasingly over Glen's shoulders before bunching the cotton in his hands. "I think you need to expand on that apology just a bit, Glen, darling. So how about you get out of these clothes and get started on that," he said with an audacious wink. He reached for the hem of Glen's shirt and was about to help him in that endeavor when Glen grabbed his hands and held them still. Sean's head snapped upwards and his eyes locked with Glen's, the unspoken question quite clear in his expression. "I'll take them off in a minute, Sean. There's something I want to ask you first." Sean blinked. That was the only reaction he had to such a serious tone from his normally fun loving partner. "Sean, you know I love you more than anything and I want to prove it to you. I want you to..." Sean watched as Glen bit his lip, seemingly unsure. He wasn't sure what was happening himself. Glen seemed almost... nervous. That was definitely not normal. "I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me, Sean. Please?" **** Sighing into Dave's mouth at the feeling of fingers tangling in his hair, Shawn returned the kiss, trying to show Dave what he couldn't say yet---what he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to look at yet, to be honest. Too many emotions, too quickly, and this one... well. Give it some time to develop. He tried to remain as motionless as possible, letting the sensations of being buried inside his lover's body wash over him. This was always one of his favourite moments in lovemaking, no matter which role he was playing, and he especially wanted to remember this one, with everything it meant. The shift of Dave's hips beneath him made his eyes close as he fought down the impulse to start moving. He did not want to just pound away at Dave; this time, this first time, he wanted slow and gentle, no matter how much it might drive them both insane. A soft pull at his tangled locks and he raised an eyebrow at Dave, trying not to show his own body's yearning for more. The small, teasing smile on his face was wiped away at the words that followed the movement, though. "... need you to move, Shawn... please." The pleading note in Dave's voice swept away his determined patience. Even with their stolen moments on the plane and in the shower earlier that day, this was what Shawn had been dreaming of in general for the last year, and specifically about this man for the last few months. The night he'd spent in Dave's arms had only added fuel to the fire of his fantasies, and now that he was fulfilling those fantasies... With a single nod, Shawn braced his arms as he rolled his hips back, withdrawing from Dave's body in a slow glide before pushing forward again just as slowly. Repeating the motion, he shifted, changing the angle of penetration until Dave shuddered and groaned beneath him, then slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. Each movement added to the flames burning inside him, threatening to consume him even as he fought to keep his control. Biting his lip as he concentrated on his partner's pleasure, making sure that the swollen head of his cock pressed against that spot every time, his vision and concentration narrowed to the man writhing against him. Ignoring his own passion as much as he could, Shawn snaked a hand down, wrapping his fingers around Dave's straining length, stroking the hot flesh in tandem with the movement of his hips. His eyes locked on Dave's face, the pleasure written so clearly there, he rasped out words of his own as he felt the magnificent body under him tense, straining toward release. "C'mon, Dave... show me... let us see..." **** He was holding his breath. As soon as he realised that, Mark forced himself to breathe. Just because everything depended on Jeff's response was no reason to worry;�just because�his own happiness depended�on whether Jeff just wanted tonight or... forever echoed in the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore it. Tonight or more, those were the options. And "tonight" meant that he'd have to let go of this whirlwind that he'd captured so briefly, because "tonight" wouldn't be enough. Forever might not be enough. Pushing away the stray thought because it carried too much with it that he didn't want to have to examine just yet, Mark watched with slowly increasing dread as Jeff looked at him almost blankly. "Good." Was that... more? Another slow breath, and Mark realised that Jeff was trying to force himself to speak; if the pressure of the younger man's body against his was any indication, their kiss had affected Jeff even more than it had him... which would explain the almost drugged sound of his voice. And the delay in answering, a calmer voice pointed out quietly in the back of his mind. Right. "The last thing I am Mark Calloway, is a one-night stand." A small smile came to Mark's lips at the answer, but relief washed over him, followed closely by desire as his long-suppressed libido made itself known again. Any response on his part was driven immediately out of his mind as Jeff climbed him, bracing his weight against that of Mark's own body, pressing them even closer together in a way that Mark hadn't thought was possible. A soft noise hovered at his lips as feather-light kisses were rained down along his throat, and his hands instinctively slid down to support Jeff's weight, one underneath the surprisingly curvy ass and the other around Jeff's waist. "So... do I beg now?" The noise escaped as a half-sigh, half-groan as Mark imagined a nude Jeff on his knees in front of him. His fingers tightening briefly, Mark drew in a deep, shuddering breath as he met those dancing eyes, taking the few steps necessary to arrive next to the nearest bed.�Allowing himself to drop slowly onto the bed, he ended in a half-reclining position with Jeff perched on top of him. Lifting one hand to the bemused face looking down at him, he drew Jeff downward into another heart-stopping kiss, pouring his long-denied passion and emotions into it, not quite wanting to face all of them yet but not wanting to hide from his amazing, surprising, soon-to-be lover. When they broke apart again, he was nearly panting and Jeff could surely feel the effects that even these brief moments had had on him. Allowing his lips to curve into a smile, he ran a finger down Jeff's face and neck before leaning back on that arm. In a low husky drawl, he answered Jeff's question of long moments ago with all of his longing and passion audible in the words. "Only if you want to." **** At Shawn's nod, Dave relaxed, knowing that what he had been waiting for, for what seemed like forever, was within his grasp. He didn't remain in that particular state past the first stroke. Biting his lip, his breath caught before being forced back out in a gasp as Shawn thrust back in. With the second thrust, his eyes almost crossed and the flutter of pleasure centered in his groin rippled through the rest of his body. The third time Shawn moved his eyes didn't cross but he was pretty sure they'd rolled back in his head with the direct hit to his prostate. His vision blurred pleasantly, giving a soft cast to the features of the beloved man bringing him such pleasure. A shudder wracked his entire frame, a deep rasping groan pushed its way out from deep inside him. "Shawn... oh god... more." Bracing his feet against the bed, Dave arched his back into the next thrust, his head tilting back slightly into the mattress. Catching a momentary glimpse of Hunter's face, Dave growled when he saw the look in Hunter's eyes. Despite the fact that he was holding the man's hand, for god's sake, he'd almost forgotten that they were being watched. That reminder made him twitch, the tension in his body doubling, and had him hanging onto that hand for dear life so that he wouldn't explode on the spot. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet. Forcing himself to untangle his hand from Shawn's hair so he didn't rip his poor lover's hair out, Dave braced it on a smooth warm shoulder instead. Shawn's hand wrapping around his shaft drew a bone-deep shudder from him and his head snapped back up even as he moaned loudly. Focusing somewhat blearily on Shawn's face, he knew that the pleasure reflected there was as deep and intense as his own. Just for a second it seemed as if everything stopped, the picture frozen in his mind to be taken out for later examination. 'God he's beautiful,' was the one thought he had before everything came crashing back down on him... the musky smell of sweat and sex, the warm hand sliding along his throbbing shaft, and the hard insistent push of Shawn's length thrusting into him. "C'mon, Dave... show me... let us see... " Shawn's sexy smooth voice washed over him, drawing him right over the edge he'd been hovering on. His body arched fiercely, pushing into Shawn's next thrust, his hand clenching tightly on Shawn's shoulder. With a deep earthy growl of Shawn's name, he gave into the rush bubbling through him. He vaguely heard his own name said in kind as Shawn's release fairly exploded inside him. Harsh breathing echoed through the room and Dave grunted slightly as Shawn collapsed on top of him. His hand was shaking slightly as he lifted it from Shawn's shoulder to tangle it once again in that mass of sweat-dampened golden locks. He massaged his fingers gently against Shawn's scalp, relishing the heated puffs of air blowing against his chest. Forcing his other hand to relax enough to let go of Hunter's fingers, he trailed the back of his knuckles down a golden arm and over a slightly tense chest. Turning his head to the side, he pressed a kiss against Hunter's ribs before shifting and wrapping his other arm around Shawn. Holding him in an awkward hug, Dave squeezed gently and pressed his lips against the top of the blond's head. "That was... it was perfect, sweetheart," he murmured quietly. "Thank you." **** Hunter couldn't take his eyes from his lovers' locked bodies, the moment seemingly suspended in silence till he wanted to yell something just to break it. Finally Shawn began to move, to slide his beautiful skin against Dave's bronzed body, to press their lips together over and over in long, sensual kisses that took Hunter's breath away. Even from his up close position, he could only see the glide of Shawn's hips as�they moved snugly between Dave's thighs, the matched expressions of ecstasy the only clue as to the beautiful act going on between them. If Hunter had ever been asked what he would do if he witnessed Shawn making love to another man, he probably would have said he'd turn on his heel and leave them to it. The reality of the situation was so much better. He wasn't just an embarrassed witness or eavesdropper, but a fully invited voyeur with more than permission... the ties on his wrists were testament to that. And Hunter was fucking loving it. Shawn... oh god... more Hunt wanted to add his voice to that particular chorus, but found himself struck dumb by the approaching storm of passion right next to him. Dave looked just fantastic, the silky black hair mussed and spiky with sweat, his exotic face pressed alternatively to Hunter's side and arching back into the pillow beneath them. With a smooth rise of his hips, Dave lifted both him and Shawn off the bed, Hunt heard a dual moan at the obvious pleasure that move evoked. "C'mon, Dave... show me... let us see... " The rise of�Dave's climax was obvious and beautiful, as was Shawn's face as his hips hitched and thrust erratically. The smooth control demonstrated by the blond finally stolen by the pleasure about to overwhelm him. Hunter was momentarily jealous of the fingers wrapped around Dave's impressive erection. If it wasn't for his out-of-whack reflexes, it would be his hand bringing Dave over the edge of his orgasm, his lips finding Shawn's in a shared bonding between the three of them. And then they were moaning out their love for each other in such low, decadent voices that Hunter's groan rose in sympathy with them. His hips lifting off the mattress, hands clenching against the bed head as he strained to find friction for his neglected cock. it was perfect, sweetheart... Thank you Blinking rapidly, Hunter felt a smile cross his features at the exhausted tangle of men beside him. They were gorgeous, all replete with satisfaction and the musk of sex. Hunt wasn't even that anxious to turn their attention to him, not wanting to provoke any more reluctance in his traitorous body. Ignoring the insistent pulsing from his hard-on, Hunter just lay back and enjoyed the view. **** A single stream of light filtering through the curtains was the only thing breaking through the dark shadows of the hotel room. He preferred it that way... at least he did now, had ever since the single spot of bright light in his life walked away from him. He'd thought that he had a chance at regaining that light... until tonight. The only occupant of the room was hunched over, sitting on the end of the bed. Ripped muscles clenched and released as he stared deep into the shadows, something there that only he in his mind could see. His lips tipped upward in a smile as he realized that all was silent in the room next to his. If nothing else, he had put a stop to the plans they'd had for the night... of that he was sure. Just like they had put an end to his plans... his dreams, earlier in the night. The light belonged to Jericho now. As if he didn't have enough reason to despise the pretty blond... He'd been the first Undisputed Champion, cemented his spot in the company, and each week he preened in the adoration of his fans. Chris Jericho was constantly surrounded by bright shiny people... those he called his friends. Jericho, in fact, had a bright shiny inner light of his own. Jericho didn't need the light... his light. And if he had anything to say about it then Jericho would just have to learn to live without it. If he couldn't have it, then no one could. He would destroy it first. He had made an attempt at just that tonight, but he'd been so enraged that his trajectory had been off. Instead of the destruction that he'd been aiming for he'd had to settle for breaking him. At least it had dimmed the glow of happiness radiating from the wretched pair. A fraction more to the left and it would have all been over. In truth, he preferred it this way. They both needed to suffer. A low, eerie laugh echoed hollowly in the room as he considered exactly how much fun this could be. The frightening sound was a perfect match for the unholy grin on his face... Adam's grin. He'd studied it... practiced it until he had perfected it. Oh yes. Let them think they were safe from him now. Let them think he couldn't touch them while he was rotting away down in OVW. They wouldn't know what'd hit them until it was all over with. His plan had been to force Randy's number from Maven, but as it turned out that hadn't been necessary. As he'd been escorted from the building by security guards, he'd happened to pass the little punk in the hall while he was trying to make time with one of the Divas. It was just luck that he happened to be passing by when the rookie supplied her with his room number on the off chance that the Diva changed her mind. Yeah like that was going to happen. It wasn't quite as personal as calling the man's cell phone, but the phone in his room would do. It was also sheer coincidence that he'd happened to come up with a better means of convincing Randy to fall in with his plan. It hadn't meant a thing to him the night before when he'd watched young Orton and the Rattlesnake leave the hotel bar together... except maybe a good laugh. That had all changed when he reached the parking lot tonight and overheard the argument between Austin and Randy. So the older man thought Randy was using him... wagering on him. He'd laughed silently in the dark shadows of the car park as the younger man denied the accusations. He'd found the way to persuade Orton to his way of thinking. He'd have Orton's promise to inflict more pain on his betrayer... his light... his Adam. If he could find a way, he'd also use the young man to get even with Vince for not taking his side... for punishing him. Vince was awful fond of Hunter and wasn't it just a coincidence that Randy happened to work very closely with the man? He was at a bit of an impasse for how he was going to give Heyman his just desserts. He'd expected Heyman to stand up for him, put a good word in with Vince for him, but he'd deserted him just like everyone else. He'd laughed... laughed and asked Terry if what Adam had said was true. Randy would help him with that as well. And when it was all said and done, maybe he'd keep that prime little piece for his own. **** Shawn shook sweaty locks of hair out of his face as he watched the man�beneath him. He could feel the tension in Dave's body, feel the hard hot flesh in his hand swell, and redoubled his efforts to send his lover over the edge, biting his lip against the clamouring demands of his own body.. The sudden arching of that glorious body, the expression of pure pleasure on Dave's face as he growled Shawn's name, made Shawn suck in a gasping breath. One more thrust, and his own body was following his lover into orgasm, Dave's name escaping him in a low growl as his release exploded through him. Collapsing onto Dave's chest, the soft grunt as Dave accepted his weight made Shawn smile slightly. There were definitely advantages to having lovers who were bigger than you; he wouldn't have to move until he was ready to move. The force of his own release had surprised him, but�as he watched with unfocused eyes while Dave awkwardly petted Hunter, he supposed that he�should have expected it; even with the encounters earlier that day, it had been a long damned time since he'd done this.�The arm draping around him distracted him from his thoughts, and he almost purred at the soft kiss. "That was... it was perfect, sweetheart... Thank you." Forcing himself out of the lethargy weighing down his limbs, Shawn lifted his head to smile crookedly at Dave, not quite able to resist. "Of course it was perfect... it was me." Pausing at the tired chuckle that provoked from the man he was laying on, he said in a softer tone, "That was... amazing. You're amazing." Shifting, biting back a quiet noise as he slipped out of Dave's body, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to still-curved lips, allowing the touch to express what words couldn't say. Sitting back, Shawn fished over the side of the bed until his fingertips touched cloth and pulled up a discarded shirt to wipe himself and Dave off with before discarding it again. After that, he allowed himself to look at Hunter. He'd been highly aware of his friend's presence the entire time, but had tried not to dwell on it; if he had, he wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds. He'd heard Hunter's moans and gasps while he and Dave were making love, and was looking forward to hearing more of them. The sight almost took his breath away. All stretched out on the bed, hands tied above him, smiling up at him even as that tawny body just seethed with lust. With one last caress to Dave's chest, Shawn slid a knee across Dave's thighs so that he was kneeling in between his lovers, and simply soaked in the sight for a long moment. Finally allowing one hand to drift across Hunter's chest, Shawn was taken by surprise when his own cock twitched in interest at the proceedings. He was almost forty, for God's sake... but then, this was definitely a night for the unexpected. His lips curving a little at his thoughts, Shawn focused on the man in front of him. "God, Hunt... you're gorgeous," he almost breathed, fingers curving up to trace Hunter's face before he gave in to the temptation and pressed a kiss to Hunt's lips, his tongue flicking out to trace teasingly along the seam before he deepened it, shivering a little as Hunter's tongue caressed his. Pulling away reluctantly, Shawn smiled down at the familiar face, his eyes full of love. The thought of what he was about to do, the realisation that nearly a decade's-worth of fantasies were about to be fulfilled, made his voice husky as he said, "Your turn, Hunter." Sliding a hand between them, he picked up the small tube that he'd discarded earlier and raised a brow at Dave. "I'll need some help in a minute... if you don't mind?" At the nod, he dropped the tube into Dave's outstretched hand with a smile, and turned his attention back to Hunter. All that lovely skin, all his to play with... His eyes fastened almost immediately on the hard shaft straining against Hunt's belly, and he bit back a laugh. Not that Hunt looked like he needed much playing with; in fact, too much would probably end things earlier than either of them would like. Dropping kisses over the soft skin of Hunt's abdomen, Shawn trailed teasing fingers across the small flat nipples above, even as he moved to straddle Hunt's thighs. As much as he wanted to feel Hunt come in his mouth and learn his taste first-hand... right now, he wanted something else. Something he'd dreamt about more times than he could remember... and now that he was about to fulfill those fantasies... he was almost nervous. Another look at Hunter, never stopping the movement of the hands roaming across Hunt's body, and then a glance at their other lover, hoping that Dave would be able to understand his request. "Dave... ?" **** to be continued...

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