"ITVR: Chapter 65"
Needs.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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He was still floating back to reality, his mind not quite in tune enough to confirm the fact that he'd just lived out one of his most treasured fantasies. When Shawn shifted, the undeniable proof of their intimate connection brought it all home. He'd just had incredibly hot, mind-blowing sex with Shawn. He blinked, still a little dazed by that realization, as Shawn lifted his head. "Of course it was perfect... it was me." That reply was so unexpected that it startled a laugh right out of him. It was also just a touch arrogant and smartass enough that Dave was considering giving him a good pinch on the ass. Shawn saved himself though with his next comment. "That was... amazing. You're amazing." Squelching the immediate urge to deny Shawn's praise, he barely managed to suppress the slight bloom in his cheeks. He was feeling too good to get smacked in the head and he was pretty sure that would be Shawn's response if he did argue about it. Shawn's gentle withdrawal from his body elicited a small sigh. The gentle kiss appeased his sense of loss of the intimate contact. Shawn taking the time to wipe the stickiness from him made him feel a little bit cherished if not quite loved. Thrusting that niggling little bit of doubt where it belonged, firmly out of his mind, he turned his attention to the man still tied to the bed beside him. The man that Shawn was now looking at with intense interest. Letting his eyes roam slowly over the expanse of golden skin on display, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Hunter, despite his seemingly relaxed pose, was radiating with need. Even without the evidence of the hardened flesh lying proudly against his stomach, the taut pebbled nipples, and the heightened color of his skin... the needy glow in his eyes would have been hint enough. "God, Hunt... you're gorgeous." A quiet murmur of agreement was all he could manage at that moment. He lay still as stone, watching Shawn teasingly kiss the bound man. His body twitched slightly as he considered all the possibilities that Hunter's position would allow, then swiftly stifled those thoughts. Hunter clearly wasn't ready for something like that yet. Maybe someday... Shawn's rasping voice drew him back to reality, which was in truth much better than his erotic fantasies. After all, reality meant that he was allowed to touch that smooth, glowing skin. That was better than any fantasy that he could think of. "I'll need some help in a minute... if you don't mind?" He nodded in reply to Shawn's request. Like he'd actually say no? Yeah, right. Shawn could ask anything of him and he'd give it. Once Shawn's attention turned back to Hunter, Dave smiled wickedly. Now what, he wondered, was he to do with this? As if he didn't know... Silently popping the tube open, so as not to distract Shawn from his purpose, he squeezed some of the lube onto his hand to warm it up. He spread it over his fingers almost absent-mindedly as he followed the progress of Shawn's hands and mouth with his eyes. He was itching to touch everywhere that Shawn was touching, but kept his hands to himself through sheer will. They looked absolutely beautiful together, the two of them, with Shawn perched atop Hunter's thighs. His mind was so absorbed with taking in every little detail that he almost missed the fleeting look of nervousness in Shawn's eyes. He was only surprised that it didn't last longer. This moment was a long time coming... ten years, they'd been waiting for this physical expression of their mutual love. The emotion flying between the two was almost overpowering and for just a split second he felt like he was intruding on something he had no business being there for. "Dave... ?" Snapped out of his own quiet contemplation, he read the unasked question in Shawn's eyes. Swallowing his momentary unease, he nodded in understanding, quickly dropping his head to press a kiss to Hunter's chest before he gave anything away. Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes to look at Hunter, even as his hand snaked across a smooth hip on its way to his goal. He smiled as he wrapped his hand around Hunter's hot, hard shaft. His lips twitching even more at the sound that fell from Hunter's mouth. He wouldn't be allowed extended teasing this time, or Shawn's plan would end up without the logical conclusion. Hunter was too tightly strung for much more. Coating Hunter's length liberally with the slick warmed gel then stretching up to press a quick kiss against Hunter's lips, Dave forced his hand to release the straining shaft. Sinking back to the mattress, he turned and winked at Shawn. He'd sit back and watch now... wait for any further instructions and be happy that he was going to be a witness to this lovely moment. **** Jeff hadn't noticed that Mark was moving them towards the bed. He'd been so swept up in the sensation of being wrapped around the incredible man,�that the few steps didn't register until Mark seemed to be falling away from him. A natural sense of balance, and the large hands on his ass, kept Jeff comfortably straddling Mark's lap instead of tumbling gracelessly onto the mattress.�His knees sinking into the softness of the hotel quilt on either side of Mark's denim clad hips, Jeff was just the faintest bit stunned at the bigger man's actions. He'd been almost prepared, and kinda hoping really, that his 'crawl up your body' move would result in something like�Jeff being squished to the wall by three hundred pounds of sexy man, rather than his current position. But looking down at�Mark's long�reclining body, their differences in�height irrelevant, Jeff was pretty sure he could adapt to this change of plans.�Mark looked just so... great... like this, long arms bracing his arched torso, chest practically daring Jeff to go exploring with lips, tongue and teeth. Guy didn't even have his shirt off and Jeff could feel himself getting hard, just by being this intimately close to Mark. A long hand in his hair and Jeff was tugged down into their second, mind-blowing kiss. Jeff returned it heatedly, feeling almost overwhelmed by the passion Mark was conveying to him via his lips. It seemed as if this kiss signified something far more than an intention to mate like wildcats... but that could just be Jeff's wishful thinking. He knew exactly where he was and exactly what was going to happen. Mark said he wanted more than a one-night stand and so did Jeff, it would just be up to fate to see if Mark's�want lasted as long as Jeff's did. Some small pathetic part of him doubted it, but fortunately Jeff was too far gone into the arousing kiss to even notice it.� Leaning his weight back when Mark released him, Jeff found himself upon a much 'firmer' perch than the one he'd just left and wiggled a little bit at the delicious sensation of what had to be a particularly well endowed man, getting hard beneath his ass.� Only if you want to. Oh man, Mark's voice had taken on that husky Texan twang that tickled shivers down's Jeff's back, no way was it fair that a guy who looked that good also sounded so hot. And throwing that choice back at Jeff too? As if Mark had read his mind about their respective wants and needs and was playing with him. Jeff raised a wicked eyebrow at the thought of begging Mark to... what? Fuck him? Damn straight he'd beg�if he had to and be proud of it. Jeff'd be nuts to give up the chance to get anywhere near Mark's dick and if a little begging was what it took, then as far as Jeff was concerned... he had no shame. "Well now," letting his own voice take on more of his Carolina accent than normal, Jeff's mouth curled into a thoughtful moue, "let's see who's begging who shall we?" Good thing Jeff was pretty inventive when it came to the myriad ways of getting someone into bed.�A devilish grin lighting his face, Jeff decided that when Mark had ceded control of the situation to him it had been a very, very good idea. First, Jeff moved his hands from the bed at either side of Mark's waist and ran his�them up his own thighs, over his stomach and chest, then up into the�not very tamed mass of his hair. Carding his fingers�through the�locks, Jeff bent his elbows and�moved his shoulders out�in a long, luxurious stretch.� Hands slowly�back down to his middle, Jeff quickly undid the buttons of his jacket then simply arched and swayed his back. He�shimmied so smoothly that the velvet fabric slid from�Jeff's shoulders to puddle on Mark's knees with but the slightest tug. Leaning back again, so that he once more felt the hard bulge of Mark's interest against his butt, Jeff swiftly unlaced his boots, both hands operating simultaneously. The thud of�leather hitting the floor was only an echo to the sound of his heated pulse to Jeff's ears. Once more his fingers flirted with buttons, this time on his shirt and Jeff wondered, as he let the white�cotton fall open over his bare chest,�if this would go better with some music. Laughing eyes caught by Mark's hot green gaze, Jeff curled his feet under him and stood on the bed, looking down at the handsome dark man between his legs and began to slowly unbutton his pants. The soft�material clinging to his erection, made all the more sensual by the intense look growing in Mark's eyes. Talk about a lap dance. **** "Can't imagine why that might be, bottom-less pit that you are." Sighing a little at the soft scratches, Kevin returned Scott's smile, carefully not asking if his lover needed any help as he watched Scott get up. If he did, Scotty would probably kill him; they'd gone rounds over it early on when they'd discovered this side to their relationship, and Scott had absolutely insisted on his capability to do things himself. Not that Kevin disagreed, but it was hard not to make the offer... even if Scotty did see it as over protectiveness. Especially now, Kev was sure that would be his interpretation. "Cream's in the side pocket. If you do mine, I'll do yours." Keeping his thoughts to himself, Kevin nodded in Scott's general direction before getting up long enough to grab the tube out of Scott's bag, setting it on the side table as he slid back under the sheets and picked up the phone. "And don't forget my dessert... cr�me puff." Opening his mouth to reply, Kevin thought better of it and shut it again, dialing the phone with a quiet chuckle. Scott would never stop pushing... and Kev would never want him to. Of course, it had been him who'd really pushed this time around. While waiting on hold, he thought about the night he'd asked Scott to stay with him, such a short time ago. Dinner and a movie and a late night at the house, and Scott in his arms... and Kevin had realised well before the movie was over that he didn't want Scott to leave for his apartment that night. It had taken him probably an hour to summon up all of his courage, given that he and Scott had agreed to move slowly, to test the waters to see if they were still a possibility... but it had been a couple of months, and all their pace had done was frustrate him. He knew that he wanted Scott back if Scott wanted to be back, and saying good-night and going home alone to an empty house and empty bed was killing him. Shawn had been able to spend some time with him off and on, but not with the build-up for the big angle between him and Hunter. The house that he and Scott had bought together was purposely big enough for the entire Clique to stay comfortably in... which meant that it was far too big for just him. He'd spent too much time wandering around the house looking at things and feeling depressed, and it had taken him months to be able to sleep in their bed instead of the couch after they'd separated. He could still remember the expression on Scott's face when Kevin had put a hand on his arm and looked at him, knowing that all of his love and uncertainty and fears were visible in his eyes, and asked quietly, "Stay... please." The sudden voice in his ear brought him back to the moment, and he ordered their dinners quickly, with a question at the end. More hold music, and he glanced up as the bathroom door opened and watched Scott's slow progress across the room, again biting back the offer to help. Shifting without even thinking about it, he held out an arm to his lover and held Scott close. The unexpected wet heat sliding over his nipple made him gasp, and he narrowed his eyes at Scott even as he ignored the clearly curious tone in the night clerk's voice as she came back on the line and told him that his request wouldn't be a problem. Thanking her, he hung up and turned his attention to Scott, intending to tease him right back... but the clearly nervous expression on Scott's face put a stop to that. Wondering what was up, and hoping that it wasn't anything bad, Kevin waited. "Before the food gets here, there was something I wanted to ask you about." That didn't sound good... but he'd practiced not jumping to conclusions during their time apart. Shawn had pointed out that that was something he was far too good at, and nagged him until at the very least he didn't just blurt out the conclusions he'd leapt to. Besides, Scott didn't look scared... just nervous. Tightening his embrace just a hair, Kevin waited for the rest of it. "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... " God. Kevin's breath caught in his throat. Was Scott really going to ask... "I was thinking about getting a few things from my apartment during our time off... maybe taking them over to the house." He was. Slowly exhaling, Kevin took a moment to think over his answer. As much as he just wanted Scott home, he wasn't sure if his first response wouldn't be pushing too much, too fast; moving Scott back in completely would take away any separate "away" space that he'd created in the apartment he'd rented, and as much as Kevin wanted to believe that Scotty wouldn't need that space anymore, he wasn't willing to gamble their relationship on it. If they moved too quickly, they might put too much stress on themselves... God, he was torn. Running his fingers through Scott's hair in a comforting gesture, Kevin spoke slowly in return. "Scott... you know I don't have a problem with that. I'd love it. The house... our house... has been empty without you there." Taking a breath as a familiar remembered pang of loneliness went through him, he met Scott's eyes as he continued, "I'd love for you to just move back in, honestly,�but I don't want to push too much. But... I'll be more than happy to give you a hand moving whatever you want to bring home." **** Despite the rock hard nature of his straining�erection, Hunter felt like he'd gone over some kind of edge himself, while watching his lovers become intimate for the first time. And if Hunt was thinking terms like 'become intimate' rather than 'fuck like bunnies' then he really had entered some sort of relaxed mental state while lying here with them. But didn't they look just divine like that? His magnificent David, gone boneless with pleasure, eyes hidden by dark lids, but his face so... happy. Hunt hadn't realised until this moment that he'd never seen Dave just feeling happy. Of course after being seduced and nailed by HBK, most people would be feeling pretty fucking happy themselves. Not that there was any chance of other people getting that kind of 'happy' again, only Hunt and Dave were able to claim that pleasure now as far as he was concerned. Shawn's egotistical little joke brought a wry smile to Hunter lips as he watched the two whisper praise to each other. Damn, Shawn looked hot, sprawled out on top of Dave, his trim, muscled figure dwarfed by the�larger man�acting as�his mattress.�Dave's legs had relaxed and Hunt could now see the firm curve of Shawn's ass as he pulled their bodies apart,�the darker man's regretful sigh echoed by Hunter. Why in the hell did he feel like he needed a cigarette? Smiling at the foolish thought, Hunt caught Shawn's eye as the blond looked over at him and froze at the intention he saw there. Long, long seconds seemed to pass, while Hunter swam through the dusky-blue gaze, his wrists unconsciously twisting against the ties. He still didn't trust himself completely with them, not enough anyway to ask to be released, not while Shawn stared at him with such longing and hunger that Hunter would give him the world if he asked him. The light touch across his chest pulled him back to the physical and he didn't try to stop the soft, pleasured sigh that escaped him at the feel of Shawn's hands on him once again. ...you're gorgeous. That startled a chuckle out of Hunter as, false modesty aside, he knew he wasn't that attractive compared to the two men in bed with him. Neither perfectly beautiful like his beloved Shawn, or darkly exotic like Dave, Hunter would accept 'handsome' from his wife under sufferance, but nothing more than that. He did look in the mirror when he shaved after all. Shawn was flattering him and Hunt would be sure to have a chat with him about that... tomorrow. When he wasn't about to... His lover kissed him like he believed every word and Hunter was too far gone with lust and love to give it another moment's thought. Just kissing Shawn was enough to re-awaken the banked flames of his desire and Hunt's tongue rose to the occasion, twisting and stroking the warm intruder with welcome abandon. When Shawn pulled back, Hunter followed blindly, his mouth seeking to once again delve into that blissful state, but he was brought up short by the ties. Your turn, Hunter. Eyes wide open, Hunt fell into the promise being made him by those lovely eyes and turned his head simultaneously as Shawn looked over at Dave. He caught the start of Dave's wicked smile and felt a sexy little thrill run along his nerves at the thought of what those big, strong hands would be doing with the lube now coating them. Kisses along his stomach and ribs pulled Hunter's attention back to the man he'd known for all the important moments of his life. Number one on that list was occurring right now, as he watched the tangled blond head bob and weave across his helpless skin. With each tender kiss, Shawn was bringing Hunter further and further up the mountain of his desire and burning his way further and further into Hunter's soul. Just touches, no longer furtive or suppressed, were becoming more erotic than even his wildest dreams. For so long... so very, very long, he'd denied himself the tactile pleasure of Shawn and look where it had taken him? Into isolation and loneliness that he was struggling to let go of even as he didn't struggle against his bindings. Now at last, he could stop struggling with it, stop denying himself the explosive passion that touching and being touched by Shawn would create. Hunter arched his neck back, eyes fluttering shut, as David began to stroke the warm slick, lube onto Hunter's straining sex. How he managed a sound that was both half-growl and half-whimper was beyond him at the moment. Any capable thought was beyond him as the hot shaft between his legs, throbbed with enthusiasm at the swift strokes. God, they would kill him like this, if they didn't do something soon. Another odd combination sound fell from Hunt's lips as Dave ceased his preparations, but it was swallowed by the dark man's lips. Drunkenly, Hunter returned the swift caress, his mind bouncing from one thrilling point of contact to another. Forcing his eyes open, Hunter groaned at the sight that met him. His beautiful, glorious Shawn was poised above him, hands on Hunter's body, dusky-blue eyes filled with such feeling that Hunter would have to have been blind or dead not to read the emotions there. It was that thought that finally broke Hunter's long held control. No-one. Not a single living person could turn Hunt's heart inside out with only a look. Not like Shawn could. "I didn't know," he said, the words forming and tumbling free without thought or conscious effort. "Darling, I swear I didn't know. I thought I could read everything in your eyes, but I couldn't see it... didn't see it... ." Hunter didn't even know what he was saying, his voice just conveyed his heart without consulting his brain. "If I had... God!... I would have touched you... for years Darling... wanted you for... so long." Even the note of sadness in the last words was beyond his ability to modify. For all his supposed talent, Hunter had no pretense here. Not with Shawn, not like this. **** Watching Dave's fingers wrap around Hunter's erection was enough for Shawn to swallow back a quiet moan. The contrast between Dave's dusky fingers and Hunter's soft gold... it was beautiful. The wicked little smile on Dave's lips as his fingers moved in a slick caress, the whimpering growl that Hunter let out at the touch, the knowledge of what he was about to do... Everything seemed to combine into an almost slow-motion picture as Shawn's eyes took in every detail from his vantage point: the drop of sweat sliding down Hunt's neck as his head arched, his muscles outlined in glorious relief; the crinkles at the side of Dave's eyes as he smiled, the soft loving glow in those dark eyes... He couldn't stop his quiet noise as his cock stirred, its interest aroused at the goings-on, and he drew in a deep breath, the scent of sex and musk and sweat filling his nostrils. This image had filled his dreams for almost a decade, in one form or another, his mind taking advantage of his nightly weakness to indulge in the thoughts he refused to allow himself during his waking hours. But this... this was so much more than anything he'd ever imagined. Letting his eyes drift to Dave, Shawn saw a brief flash in the dark eyes that he couldn't quite identify. Dave couldn't possibly be thinking that they didn't want him there, could he? Without him, this would never have happened... and without him, they'd be missing a piece of themselves, now. Before he could even attempt to put any of his feelings into words, the flash was gone, but he vowed to remember later. He didn't want to just blurt out that all-important word, especially not after the first time they'd made love, because he knew that Dave wouldn't believe him... and he wasn't entirely sure he believed it himself. But it was there, in the back of his mind, and at some point soon, he'd have to face it. Another groan from Hunter dragged him back to the present and he fell into a burning amber well as Hunter's eyes captured him. So beautiful... so full of emotion. Shawn could read those eyes like a book, a well-loved and familiar favourite... that seemed to have acquired whole chapters that he'd just never noticed before. Love and lust, so much that he could almost drown in it, but... there was�a shadow there, still. "I didn't know." Without knowing that he was moving, Shawn leaned forward, his knees gripping Hunter's thighs for balance, and put one hand over Hunter's heart. Of course you didn't know, he wanted to say, I didn't want you to. But there was more to it than that, wasn't there? Willful blindness on both their parts, really. But now... they didn't need regret. Listening to his best friend speak, Shawn felt a touch of anger at both himself and Hunt, for their own damned stubborn blind stupidity; if either of them had been willing to take the smallest chance, they could have had the last nine years together. But... forcing the spark of anger back down, he looked over at Dave again, smiling slightly. Regardless of the time they'd lost, they had each other now... and it was so much better now than it could have been nine years ago. They'd both had to grow up, and find each other all over again... and find their missing piece. They were so much more now. "I would have touched you... for years Darling... wanted you for... so long." The note in the final words prodded Shawn into action, since his voice wasn't accomplishing anything. A sudden sharp movement, and his hand was over Hunter's mouth, blocking any further speech, as he glared down at the man he loved. The move sent his reawakened cock rubbing against Hunt's slick length and he gasped slightly before recovering his voice, the jolt making him suddenly aware of how much interest his body had taken�in the proceedings. "You will stop that. No more regrets, Hunter. We don't need them anymore." Firmly, but gently. Shifting his hips, he allowed their erections to slide together again, gratified to see the shadow in those whiskey eyes lift, replaced by clearer flames. Removing his hand, he kissed Hunter roughly, not taking a chance on letting him speak again, letting the forcefulness of his kiss speak for him. There was no gentleness this time, just want, as their tongues dueled for dominance in a game that left Shawn breathless... and wanting more. Moving his knees up toward Hunter's hips, Shawn locked eyes with Hunter as he braced himself. Feeling the slick tip of Hunter's cock brush against his ass, he bit his lip, willing himself to relax. It had been a long time since he'd done this and he had no desire to be unable to walk in the morning. Not missing a second of Hunter's reaction, Shawn pushed downward, a stifled gasp escaping as the swollen head breached him, stretching him in an almost painful way. He had to stop, to take in a long shuddering breath, before slowly sliding down, whimpering as Hunter's hard shaft found its way inside him. A bone-wracking shiver ran through his body as he sat back, feeling so full, his breathing harsh as he�waited out the inevitable moments of pain. Little splinters of pleasure/pain ran through his nerves with every inhalation, until finally he shifted gingerly and moaned at the sensation. Hunter was inside him... The realisation almost sent tears to his eyes.�Reaching out blindly with one hand, he found Dave's hand and twined his fingers with his lover's, needing both the physical support and the emotional; Shawn needed to know that he was here, too. Leaning forward slightly, he wrapped his other hand across Hunt's shoulder, before smiling down at him, his voice husky with revealed emotion. "Well, love?" **** The fingers running through his hair kept him calm despite Kevin's delay in answering him. He, more than anyone, knew that sometimes Kevin liked to think some things to death before giving an answer and with this particular subject, he couldn't blame the man for taking his time. It would, in a way, be a big step for them. While their friends were aware that they had been trying to work things out, Scott staying at the house, their house, would be akin to announcing that they were in fact back together. They were back together, but it was still so new, so fragile, that Scott wasn't taking anything for granted. There were a lot of things that they needed to talk about yet. "Scott... you know I don't have a problem with that. I'd love it. The house... our house... has been empty without you there." His eyes widened when Kevin said 'our house'. He wasn't sure why he was surprised. It had always been 'their house'. They'd bought it together, but when he'd finally gotten out of rehab, he'd removed his things and sent word via Shawn that Kevin could keep it. Even after he'd settled into his apartment he hadn't been able to stop thinking of it as 'their house'. He just hadn't realized that after all this time Kevin felt the same way. "I'd love for you to just move back in, honestly, but I don't want to push too much." Honestly, Scott would love to move back into their house... lock, stock, and barrel... but he couldn't do that. Not just yet. He wanted to tell Kevin why, but it would be so much easier to show him. That was something he planned on doing when they went to get most of his things. A blink was his only reaction as he thought about the special room in his apartment, the reason why he couldn't quite give it up yet. Once Kevin saw it and Scott explained why it was there then Kevin would hopefully understand why he couldn't just lease it out... not yet. He needed that room to be there, just in case. "But... I'll be more than happy to give you a hand moving whatever you want to bring home." Home... just hearing that particular word made his heart lurch. As far as he was concerned he hadn't had a home since the moment Kevin had left him. The rehab center certainly hadn't qualified. His apartment, as much as he'd furnished and hung up pictures, didn't fit the bill either. It had simply been a place to live, somewhere to sleep, but it wasn't a home. His home was wherever Kev was. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to clear his suddenly cloudy vision, forcing a smile onto his face so that he didn't upset Kevin. Apparently he was still too emotional and he didn't want his lover to take this show of emotion as something bad when it wasn't... not in the least. "I thought I'd grab my clothes and some of my personal things. Maybe the recliner, because I have a feeling you'll like it, but I don't think there's room in the house for the rest of the furniture," he said, this time his smile completely genuine. He could picture the two of them in that recliner; him snuggled on Kevin's lap while they watched a movie. "The rest of it can stay there for when I get around to sub-leasing it." That was a commitment, even if it didn't seem like it. He fully intended on leasing it out... eventually. Kevin would understand that once he explained, but for now hopefully it would put his lover at ease about their situation. Reaching across Kevin's chest, Scott snatched the tube of cream from the table and laid it on top of Kevin's chest. Winking at him, Scott slipped from Kevin's chest to lay on the bed on his stomach, lowering the sheet. "Fix me up, love?" Pillowing his head on his arms, he tried to relax. He still flinched with the first contact of the cream. It wasn't really surprising when he figured that his ass was probably still a bright shade of red. Kevin was gentle, as always, but every once in awhile he'd twitch at a particularly sore spot, biting his lip to stifle a groan. Kevin had just finished when there was a knock at the door. He was thankful that room service was finally there. He was starving... not that he was going to tell Kevin that. He'd never hear the end of it. **** Another tiny wave of unease swept through him as he watched the silent communication between his two lovers. Not a word was necessary between them in that moment, everything they felt was laid bare in their eyes... love, desire, pure need, and maybe a touch of regret for waiting so long. Moving as quietly as possible, he snagged the shirt that Shawn had discarded and wiped the extra lube from his hands, turning back just as Hunter spoke. "Darling, I swear I didn't know. I thought I could read everything in your eyes, but I couldn't see it... didn't see it... " His eyes were drawn to Hunter with his words, but after a second he swallowed harshly and looked away. It was too stark, too raw and Dave couldn't do a thing about it. He wasn't even sure he should be witnessing it, but he knew that he couldn't leave either. One or the other... maybe both of them... would follow him if he bolted and he was not going to be the one to disrupt this moment for them. The subtle shifting of the mattress when Shawn moved drew his eyes to the blond. The hand he noticed laying over Hunter's heart giving him the ability to return the smile that Shawn sent in his direction. "I would have touched you... for years Darling... wanted you for... so long." The sadness at the end pulled at his heart and Dave moved his focus to the sheets he was lying on. Biting his lip, he forced himself not to move, not to crawl up next to Hunter and wrap his arms around him. This was something for Hunter and Shawn to deal with. His eyes snapped upward at Shawn's gasp, innate curiosity over the cause of the sound forcing him to look. Shawn's hand clapped firmly over Hunter's mouth was the first thing he noticed. For some reason it made him want to laugh, which was clearly inappropriate in this circumstance, and he forced himself to hold it in. "You will stop that. No more regrets, Hunter. We don't need them anymore." The tone of Shawn's voice made it clear that he'd brook no arguments on the subject. Not that Hunter could argue when Shawn had his mouth covered... first with his hand, then with his mouth. The kiss between the two was so fierce, so erotic to watch that Dave was pretty sure he would end up breathing harder just from watching it. Dave winced internally as Shawn impaled himself on Hunter's length, Shawn's whimper causing him to bite his own lip in sympathy. With no stretching at all that had had to be just a bit painful. It was erotic as all hell though watching Hunter's shaft disappear inside Shawn's body. The sight alone was enough to stir his already satisfied body and Dave shifted slightly, trying to ignore it for the moment. It didn't work. He was so caught up in watching the myriad emotions on their faces while Shawn adjusted that when Shawn grabbed his hand he almost jumped in surprise. There was no thought of not offering the support that was being requested of him. No matter how uncomfortable he felt at the moment, he wasn't going to desert Shawn. And honestly he couldn't really force himself to leave in any case. Watching the two of them together was something that he'd dreamt about, even if he was reluctant to admit it to himself in the light of day. They were so beautiful together that he just couldn't look away. The ultimate picture of deep and abiding love was laid out before him and he was able to admire that without feeling envious, just appreciative of being privileged enough to witness it. **** Groaning softly as Jeff moved against him, Mark forced himself to keep his hands where they were. As much as he wanted to touch, to prove to himself that two years' worth of denied dreams were really coming true, he wanted to see what Jeff would do. It wasn't often that he played a passive role in lovemaking, but for some reason... it felt right this time. Maybe because he still had those fears about playing the power game with someone under his control; this way, Jeff could do what he wanted to without feeling pressured... hopefully. A momentary doubt surfaced as he gazed at the smaller man seated on top of him. That doubt was banished by the wicked curve of an eyebrow and the teasing drawl that slipped so effortlessly from Jeff's lips. "let's see who's begging who shall we?" Oh, god. He'd never been terribly vocal, had never played any serious games with any of his lovers... but somehow, Mark suspected that Jeff could have him begging in minutes, if he wanted to. Pushing his doubts and worries about the future aside, he set himself to focus solely on the man who was trying his damnedest to seduce him at the moment. Not that that was a difficult proposition. They'd have to have a long talk later, but right now, all Mark could see was the glorious stretch of that body that he'd seen so briefly earlier, that the suit teased him with hints of underneath the dark fabric. The wicked smile and heat glimmering from green eyes warned him. Frozen in place as he stared, Mark soaked in the sight of Jeff touching himself teasingly through his clothing. His fingers itched with the desire to follow those light touches, to get to know the tempting body himself, but he restrained himself, simply watching. His eyes gave away his deepening desire as Jeff shrugged out of his velvet jacket;�the teasing pressure against his hardening length prompted a deep inhalation. Otherwise, Mark was silent except for the sound of his growingly ragged breath as Jeff performed his little show. His silence could in no way be taken for lack of interest: if the bulge beneath his jeans didn't give him away, his darkening eyes and fingers twitching at his sides would. When Jeff stood up, Mark drew in another breath, his eye fastening in spite of himself on the visible bulge beneath the soft pants. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if Jeff was like Shawn in what he wore, too... and then he shut all thought of anyone else firmly away. Here of all places, he was not going to compare his whirlwind to anyone else. Especially not with what Jeff had hinted to him about earlier; the last thing Mark wanted to do was scare Jeff away by coming on too strong. Watching those fingers pause on the buttons, his body almost humming with growing desire, Mark sat up with a frustrated growl and grabbed the slender wrists with a careful grip, pulling Jeff down even as he turned, ending with him leaning over the other man, now prone on the bed. Smiling slightly, Mark met the challenging look in the green eyes with one of his own, his hips pressing firmly against Jeff's�as he lowered his head, his lips beside Jeff's ear. "Didn't anyone tell you it's not nice to tease?" he growled, his breath blowing across Jeff's earlobe. Shifting his weight, he ran one hand through the colourful hair, testing its softness for the second time that night before allowing himself to---finally!---touch that pale flesh, sending fingertips and nails and palm searching across the expanse of skin on a hunt for the areas that provoked moans and gasps, following them with his lips. Aware of every response Jeff gave him, Mark paused after tasting a flat pink nipple and looked up to meet matching green eyes again. For the first time in years, he felt like he could relax... could play a little, show his real self to his partner. Not wanting to contemplate the whys of that, Mark shifted to his side, his hand circling in slow light caresses across Jeff's abdomen, fingertips dipping into the triangle of revealed skin under the waistband of those law-breaking pants, watching Jeff's expression. With a deep husky drawl and a lifted eyebrow to match the smile curling the edges of his lips, Mark asked, "Who's going to be begging?" ****. The fingers across his lips cut off any further words Hunter might have said, the small flare of anger in Shawn's eyes killing those words in his throat. A strong hand was gentle on his face, but the glare he was on the receiving end of belied that gentleness. Dammit Hunt, why couldn't you just shut the hell up? Shawn's all over you, about to take you to the moon and you have to spill your heart out onto him? Talk about a mood killer there Champ. A shudder wracked Hunter as the movement of Shawn's body sent their hardened cocks rocking against each other. The brief push, coupled with Dave's previous attentions, had Hunt sinking his teeth lightly into the flesh at the base of the palm over his mouth. Shawn was hard again. Hunter was momentarily distracted from his heart-wrenching feelings and his impending cataclysm, by the sheer flattery of that basic fact. Shawn was hard for him. You will stop that. All his protections stripped away by the steel in that non-existent voice, Hunter kept his head back and slowly dropped his lids in submission to Shawn's�iron�command�and his resolution. Hunt would stop letting the past rule his soul. Right now... right at this very moment, he had everything he'd ever desired and Shawn was absolutely correct. No more regrets. Hunter would have agreed with more than just his eyes, would have given Shawn his promise in words had he been able to speak. But�the delicious man straddling him had apparently lost all patience and was kissing... god no... devouring Hunter's mouth with such passion, that Hunt bucked up against the body above him. He returned the kiss with equal force and wildness, fighting Shawn's exploring tongue with his own, seeking out and staking claim to every corner of the hot depths like it was his right. The strength of his abdominal muscles�obeying his mental orders, Hunter tightened his arms and dragged himself up into a sitting position, Shawn riding high on his thighs before settling once again, skin pressed firm against skin. Some dim, recessed part of Hunt's mind began to scream out in panic as Shawn broke the kiss with a hot, lust-filled sound and moved again, the intention in his dusky eyes clear. But this panic wasn't born of fear for himself, nor of his desire to run and escape the magnificent pleasure of Shawn's body. No. Shawn hadn't prepared himself... it would hurt like hell and Hunter had sworn he would never, never hurt Shawn again. Face turning to the other owner of his soul, Hunter�lips were parted, the plea�for�Dave to stop Shawn falling unheard, when his friend, his lover, his beloved sank down onto Hunter's aching sex and stole every thought from his head. So tight and burningly sweet, the smooth, strong walls of Shawn's body gripping Hunt's cock like a glove, the stifled gasp of pleasure/pain from the blond pulling a harsh moan of primal lust from the bound man. So good. So very, very good. The hand cradling his shoulder forced Hunt's eyes open again, pulling his mind from the black darkness of sensation and into the exquisite light of Shawn sitting over him. Now that his lover was settled, their bodies still, there was lessening of�friction to Hunter's over-stimulated shaft and he could pull himself back from that dark hunger beginning to rise up from somewhere buried inside him. Shawn and Hunter and Dave. God. Could anything be more perfect? Well, love? Shawn's husky question prompted a spark of combined amusement and need within Hunter. The endearment coming from his beloved's tongue, enough to bring Hunter back up that precipice and linger on the very edge of fulfillment. The strong presence of Dave, still relaxed beside them like a great, jungle cat, took Hunter's attention as he was caught by the shifting, indecipherable emotions boiling in those midnight eyes. Dave looked... almost lost. Hunter had to kill that look dead. "David... " how Hunter managed any kind of coherence�with Shawn riding him was anyone's guess, "... kiss me... now." He didn't even care if he got called 'bossy' again. Right now Hunter absolutely had to feel Dave's mouth on his own. In fact the sensation of that tongue bar, running wild in Hunt's mouth was becoming a fucking necessity. "David." The growl was distinctly alpha male, but Hunter didn't give a damn. When Dave complied, Hunter stormed past his lover's lips, tasting and pushing until he could be confident that Dave wasn't dwelling on anything at that moment other than the three of them. Tearing his lips away with a decidedly feral groan, Hunter bit at Dave's mouth before looking away. "And you... " Hunter�gazed back up at the man who'd owned him heart and soul for ten years. "... c'mon Darling. Take me to heaven Lover... now." The look on Shawn's face and the movement of his hips caused�an instinctive urge to thrust, to push higher into that snug heat over and over until Hunter�felt he could literally�fly off that edge. Giving in to the riotous lust coursing through him, Hunt followed that powerful feeling, rolling his hips upwards while Shawn pressed down onto his aching cock. Suddenly it was too much for Hunter to contain, to control. Shawn was making love to him, he was fucking Shawn and beautiful Dave was touching him and his dark hands were stroking Shawn and it was�fucking perfect�and... ... Hunter couldn't move. The sound of splintering wood was a dim echo as Hunter wrapped his arms around Shawn's waist and pushed harder into his beloved body. If he could just get in deep enough he'd be able to touch Shawn's soul and they could fall apart together. **** Jeff�knew he was�being a tease. God, that had been the fuckin' point of doing a striptease while sitting in Mark's lap, but he hadn't realised the effect his moves had had on the other man until a low, sexy growl gave him less than an instant's warning. His fingers had just begun to tug down his zipper when Jeff's wrists were engulfed by Mark's larger ones. In a�move reminiscent of the ring, Jeff saw the wall and ceiling spin by in a blur, then was bouncing slightly on the thick mattress, Mark's big, delicious body pressing him even deeper into the comfortable softness. Given that his feet had been beside Mark's hips when standing, Jeff now lay under Mark, legs parted, groin in hard contact with the�erection his ass had been so happy about earlier. Still, it hadn't been part of Jeff's plan when he'd begun his little dance, so�he was finding it more and more exciting that his idea of what was going to happen kept changing. But he'd liked the idea of getting naked, then going down on Mark while the dark man was still completely dressed. There was just something sinful about offering himself like that, exposed and vulnerable to whatever Mark chose to do to him. Now he was caught between hot, hard heat and a bed. Good thing Jeff was adaptable. Looking up into Mark's deep gaze, Jeff couldn't help the challenge he threw up with only his eyes. Whatever the big man wanted, Jeff would do with a smile on his face, he just had to get Mark to tell him what it was. Maybe�Jeff was in luck when sweet, warm breath caressed his cheek and ear, sending wonderful shivers across the sensitive skin at his throat. Didn't anyone tell you it's not nice to tease? "I thought 'cocktease' was one of my better nicknames," Jeff gurgled with laughter as Mark's roving fingers found his ribs, causing the smaller man to squirm from a tickle-fit. He wasn't quite as crazy-sensitive as CJ, but his naked ribs were a definite vulnerability. "Ha... ohhh god... and no-one ever said... I was 'nice'." The gurgle became a moan as Mark parted the edges of Jeff's shirt and began to retrace his finger's path with his lips. Oh baby. Ticklish was not the feeling Mark's mouth on his skin evoked. Spreading his legs in blatant invitation, Jeff arched his spine into the touch of Mark's�mouth on his nipple, the hard peak giving away any pretense Jeff might have had of self-control. It was such a rush to have someone touching him with affection and passion. So damn long, since he'd been the victim of honeyed foreplay that made his scalp tingle and his heart ache. Not to mention the effect all this touching and rubbing was having on his erection, still trapped within the confines of his pants. It was shockingly nice and pure porn to Jeff's sex-starved brain, what with the rubbing and moaning and the way Jeff's leg ended up hooked around Mark's hip. Fingers slowly stroking his abdomen and down, down... Jeff gasped as short fingernails briefly caressed the skin just above his aching cock. Who's going to be begging? "Why... " Another sweep of fingertips and Jeff voice choked off on a moan, "...that would be me." Totally willing to participate in their debauched behaviour and fulfill his promise, Jeff slid his hands down under Mark's arms and grabbed that nice, sexy ass. Using his leg as leverage, pulling Mark's denim covered cock hard against the almost exposed skin at�his groin, Jeff�thrust up roughly with his hips. He desperately wanted some friction so he could get closer and closer to that moment of bliss Mark was actually offering him. Holding steady in that wonderful position, Jeff looked long into Mark's emerald eyes and enunciated every word as clearly as possible. "Please Mark... touch me." Jeff leaned up into an almost kiss, stopping just millimetres from Mark's tempting lips. "Please Mark... want me." Another roll of his hips, grinding their dicks together through several layers of fabric and a second near kiss. "Please Mark... fuck me." "... fuck me." **** to be continued... |