"ITVR: Chapter 66"
Lovers.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Maven clicked off the bedside light and settled down into his too-starched sheets. After a moment of fidgeting and pillow thumping he managed to get comfortable lying on his side, pillow wadded into a ball under his head. He tried but he couldn't help it. Every few minutes he opened his tired eyes and�ran a visual check over the form in the other bed. Randy was sleeping the slumber of the emotionally exhausted and as far as Mav was concerned it was about damn time. His friend, and hadn't it been nice to get that simple fact�straightened out, had been walking a fine line for months now. Maven had stood back and watched as the person he considered himself closest to in this company had routinely and methodically pushed away every person who meant something to him. The only reason Maven hadn't slammed the door on their friendship weeks ago was that he'd seen Randy when his shields were down. Only brief glimpses, but he'd�witnessed them. The actual decent person under all that cocky bullshit, the one who couldn't totally hide the look of absolute longing in his eyes when he covertly stared at one person. The first time he'd seen that look aimed at Steve Austin, Maven had thought he'd had a mental break. No way would Randy "King Dickhead" Orton, be lusting after a hard-as-nails redneck like Steve. But he'd been wrong. Dead wrong if last night's ruse and tonight's emotional storm had been anything to go by. Randy was seriously gone over the Rattlesnake and Maven could only find it within himself to want them to be happy. Not that it seemed likely after what Randy had told him. But then... how likely was it that the young Mr. Orton would pick up Stone Cold in a bar? At least the guy was asleep now. He'd crashed about a minute after those heartbreakingly silent sobs had ended, big body going limp in Maven's arms like a doll. A big freaking doll with cool tattoos, but a doll nonetheless. He'd done the drunk-room-mate thing, taken off the shoes, tie, belt and jacket, before shoving Randy into his bed and then making for his own. In the morning they'd be having a long, long talk and there was no way he was gonna let Randy avoid it. Randy'd said Mav was his best friend, he wasn't about to let him renege on it now. Drifting off to sleep, Maven wondered if Dawn-Marie would call. She was hot. ------------------- Austin stood with the keycard in his hand and one ear pressed to the hotel room door. From what he could hear, or couldn't hear, the magnificent blonds didn't seem to be engaged in any activities that would require embarrassed coughing or a video camera on Steve's part. He'd managed to swindle a key from the chick at the front desk by reminding her of the conversation earlier in the evening. Funnily enough she had remembered three large men discussing room assignments not four hours previous. Hey... he couldn't help it if he stuck out in a crowd. Steve's�ego had been pricked a bit when he'd realised she'd recalled Kitten and Copeland with far better accuracy than she did him. Oh well. Not like two gorgeous blonds just oozing sex and lust for one another didn't give Austin a 'happy' as well. Time to see if they were finished with their own 'happy' or if Steve would have to pace outside the door for a little while longer. The click of the�lock received no response so Steve walked in, trying to find his bag in the dim light from the hallway. Now wasn't that just sweet? In a totally fuckin' hot, porno kinda way. Kitten was sprawled all over the bed, taking up what was presumably his half and most of Adam's as well, blond head buried in a pillow, sheet at the knees to show off a nice tight ass. Copeland had been dead right about that aspect of his Kitten. The bigger man, for his part, didn't look like he was trying to escape Chris's sprawl by any means, but lay passive under the warm body, only the slight wheeze to his breathing indicating anything was wrong. Smiling in a wicked and not at all fatherly way, Austin scooped up his bag and turned back towards the hallway. Sure there was an extra bed in the room, but Steve had sworn off sex for life and if he woke to hear those two going at it, he'd kill someone. Aiming himself towards JR's room, Steve moodily trudged up the hall and decided�he really wanted to forget this day had ever happened. Not last night though... he'd never forget last night. **** Every breath Shawn took sent sparks skidding up his spine, the pleasure/pain of impaling himself on Hunter's erection slowly fading toward pleasure as his body adjusted to the intrusion. His fingers relaxed their grip on Dave's hand as he watched Hunter, the shocked bliss on that beloved face making the momentary pain well worth it. Catching the shift of Hunt's eyes, he turned to look at their lover; even through the burning pleasure that was fogging his mind he could see the uncertainties in those dark eyes. This time, Hunter took charge of removing them. Even as his lips quirked at the sheer bossiness of Hunter's demand, Shawn couldn't help but respond to that tone of command. Hips shifting, he moaned softly as Hunter growled at Dave before devouring his lips. Watching them as Hunter stormed Dave's defenses, stealing his breath as he took absolute�possession of that enticing mouth made Shawn yearn for his chance to be possessed like that. He wasn't soft and breakable, regardless of what his lovers might think; even if they didn't consciously admit it, he could see it lurking in the back of their minds through their actions. Somehow, he'd have to convince them otherwise... he'd have to show them. "And you.. c'mon Darling. Take me to heaven Lover... now." God, that look... Shawn could read everything in that gaze, all the love and lust and regret and want that Hunter had suppressed for the last decade, and he was sure that Hunt could see the same thing in his own eyes. He reacted to the pleading command instinctively, raising himself up, moaning desperately as Hunter's length slipped back out of him before sinking back down, his breath escaping him in a gasp. It hurt, but the pain was rapidly subsiding, leaving behind only the heat that was burning through him. And then Hunter thrust up into him and he tossed his head back as his grip tightened again on both his lovers, not even hearing the sharp noise that he made at the wonderful, wonderful feeling of Hunter fucking him. The splintering sound caught his attention just long enough for the stray thought He owes me some new ties to cross his mind, and then Hunter's arms were wrapped around him and he couldn't help but smile.�Blinking hard, he met the burning whiskey eyes staring at him�as Hunter thrust upward again, the angle just right, and he realised abruptly that even if he was almost forty and not on his first go-round today, his body wasn't going to take much more of this. "Hunt... god... more... " The words were a breathless whimper, but the tightening embrace and flash in the eyes so close to his told him that they'd been heard. Rolling his hips, Shawn groaned harshly as Hunter pushed up into him, and leaned forward to press his lips to Hunt's, wanting to be claimed just like Dave had been moments ago. He willingly opened his mouth as Hunter pushed inward, his tongue mirroring the hard, fast thrusts of his hips, Shawn returning every movement with one of his own. His hand squeezing Dave's fingers, his cock throbbing with every flare of pleasure that burned through him, Shawn knew suddenly that neither of his lovers were even going to have to touch him this time. The pleasure coiling at the base of his spine burst outward as Hunter's shaft rubbed against his prostate again and he tore his mouth away from Hunter's with a gasp. "God... Hunt... I... " And then the words were ripped away by the shriek that tore out of his throat as he came, his hand clenching hard enough to leave gouges in Hunter's flesh as his body stiffened, his back arching. This time it seemed like it lasted forever, his mind suspended in the white brilliance of orgasm for long moments before thudding back down into his body only seconds later, aware of Dave beside him, fingers still entangled, and feeling Hunter still inside him. His voice and energy stolen away by the sheer force of his release, he could only react to Hunter's movements, watching his friend and lover lose himself to passion. **** "I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me, Sean. Please? "Huh?" Once Sean realized that his mouth was hanging open, he snapped it shut only to have to do the same thing again almost immediately. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. When they'd first started their relationship, Sean had tested the waters, so to speak, about this very topic. He'd never even made it as far as finding the big man's prostate, Glen having stiffened up on him every time he'd made motions towards doing so. Sean had simply figured that Glen was just one of those that didn't bottom... ever. So he'd given up without asking for any explanations. It wasn't like he was suffering any with getting all the attention. Glen was, quite simply, a man of generous proportions and Sean was all for taking advantage of that every chance he got. Still... he wasn't one to let opportunity knock without opening the door either... "Are you sure that's what you want?" He'd had to ask. He didn't want Glen to do this simply out of guilt. "Yes, Sean. I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't." He sounded sure, yet Sean couldn't help but notice the look on his lover's face. Glen was trying to smile, but it was definitely coming out as more of a grimace. Considering Glen's past reactions it made Sean just a little suspicious. Next obvious question, please... "You have done this before... haven't you?" Hmmm. Interesting. Glen's eyeballs just about popped out of the sockets followed closely by a heavy sigh. "Yeah I have. I just didn't... " Long drawn out pause. Christ. This was worse than pulling something out of Kevin. "Just didn't... ?" A little prompt never hurt anyone. The glare that Glen leveled on him just might though. "I didn't enjoy it. It lasted all of about three minutes... total. The only thing I got out of it was a really sore ass, okay? So, I didn't exactly want a repeat." Whoa. "How old were... " Another furious glare. Obviously this was not his lover's favorite subject. "It was a long, long time ago. Do we really need to get into the details?" Sean was getting his bounce back along with his grin. "No. I think it's kind of cool though. I get to break in a 30-some almost-virgin." The growl was warning enough. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I promise I'll be gentle." He barely managed to duck the swat aimed at his head. Ignoring the glowering face of his lover, he climbed into his lap and kissed him softly. "I love you." "I love you, too... though sometimes I haven't the faintest idea why." Sean didn't take offense at all. He grinned and ran his fingers through Glen's hair before reaching for the hem of his T-shirt. "I can tell you. It's because I'm charming, I'm bouncy, I'm hot as hell in bed, and... " A raised brow was Glen's only response. "...And I love you back even if you are a big slug." ****. Hunt... god... more... Hunter was more than happy to comply with Shawn's demands. He felt, right at the moment he lifted his hard erection firmly into his blond lover, that if Shawn ever asked him for anything again... he'd obey without a moments question. In fact, had Hunt been capable of greater thought processes than 'uhgn' and 'baby', he might have told Shawn just how willing he was to be his lifelong slave. But given the squirming, gasping, oh fuck... coming beautiful creature in his arms, Hunter knew any kind of rational thought in the future would be way beyond him. Urgent groans echoed through the room and Hunter tipped Shawn forward, shifting his legs under him so he could get closer, get deeper�into his beloved Heartbreaker. At this angle, the blond was arched slightly over Hunt's forearms and from the resultant violent shivers, Hunter wasn't just hitting all the right buttons... he was pulverising them. Then, like a shot of pure alcohol, Shawn froze for an instant... God... Hunt... I... Perfect. Beautiful. Soulmate. Hunter felt a primal roar course through him, coming up from some unnamed place that he would be embarrassed to admit existed in the light of day. It was a sound of raw need, or possession,�or heart-deep love that ten years' denial hadn't been able to quell. A pitiful exclamation of everything they had gone through together and everything they would hope to have from then on. The echo of their triumphant shouts still reverberated around the room as�Hunter lowered his lover to the mattress beneath them and pressed himself onto that firm, sweet body. Beyond that... he had nothing. Nothing but what was left after Shawn had taken out his fear and obliterated it with his love, his desire and quite frankly... his indestructible sex drive. Lips stroking back and forth along Shawn's sweat-slicked shoulder, Hunter could only breathe brokenly... "...thank you... " **** His eyes were locked on a point where Shawn's thigh pressed against Hunter's golden skin. That neither one of them had really started moving yet was kind of odd, but it was secondary in his mind to contrasting the differences in their skin tones. Shawn's fingers were wrapped around his and his forearm clenched subtly in a gentle squeeze. If they didn't do something soon, he was going to move on to counting Hunter's ribs so that he wasn't tempted to give them instructions. They were savoring the moment... yeah, that was likely it. Just because he was impatient to see them reach fulfillment together, being as he was a captive witness, didn't mean they couldn't linger... "David... kiss me... now." Surprise was his excuse. Head snapping to the side, he regarded Hunter with something akin to... okay, it was shock. His lover addressing him at this particular moment, when he was buried inside Shawn, didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense. Shouldn't he be... busy fulfilling a ten-year long fantasy or something? "David." It was obvious that Hunter wasn't going to let it go... growly bossy little thing that he was. They were really going to have a talk about that later. He was trying to give them a little bit of space here, for crying out loud. He shook his head just a bit, leaning forward, intending to give Hunter a quick kiss so that the man would re-direct his attention to where it rightfully belonged at the moment... with Shawn. Only that wasn't quite what happened. The moment his mouth touched Hunter's, his lover forcefully took possession of his mouth. He should have expected the explosion of greedy exploration after the way they'd reacted when they kissed earlier... on the plane, after Hunt's admission in the locker room, at the picnic... but he hadn't. He realized something as Hunter claimed his mouth in an almost brutal fashion... Hunter had somehow sensed what he was trying to do and he wasn't going to let it happen. As Hunter nipped his at his lip, the warm reassuring hand wrapped around his own registered once again... Shawn had noticed too. They both knew. He was stuck somewhere between amusement and frustration. He was obviously losing his touch when it came to hiding his emotions, at least around these two. Their actions spoke louder than words... the three of them were intertwined and it didn't matter why he was trying to separate himself... it wasn't going to be allowed, even temporarily. Was it any wonder at all that he loved them both? Giving into the inevitable, he sat up, letting his free hand wander over the two of them at intervals during their search for release. His eyes ate up the picture the two of them made as they started moving together... the play of muscles as they tried to get more, the beautiful expressions of deep pleasure on both their faces, and a peek of Hunter's hardness being swallowed by Shawn's willing body. The sounds the two of them were making ought to be illegal. He could read the frustration in Hunter's face at being tied down, having experienced that particular emotion numerous times himself. While he was considering whether or not to loosen the ties, his impatient lover took care of it all on his own. The sound of splintering wood was like a crackshot in the room, though he doubted either Shawn or Hunter noticed it. Biting his lip, he focused fiercely on a spot near Hunter's hip to keep from grinning or worse yet, laughing. He'd wondered if the bed would withstand the three of them, though his concerns had been more for the frame than the headboard. 'We'll just let Hunter explain that one to management,' he thought inanely. "God... Hunt... I... " Dave shivered at the tone in Shawn's voice and his eyes searched out the blond's face. He watched as the storm built and then crashed, drawing Shawn under its power. His face wreathed in pleasure was just as beautiful a sight as the other times he'd been blessed to experience the phenomenon that day. Still feeling the effects of that wondrous vision, he wasn't allowed time to compose himself before the vocal warning exploded from Hunter's lips. He twitched, his head shifting just a fraction to capture the picture of Hunter falling to pieces. It was just as stark, just as raw, and just as entrancing as Shawn's release. As Hunter switched their positions, Dave managed to free his numbed fingers from Shawn's now relaxed grip. While he was flexing his hand to get back a bit of feeling, he was hit broadside with his full reaction to having watched the two of them together. That he'd reached his own release twice that day didn't seem to make a damn bit of difference in the face of what he'd just seen. He was once again aroused... terribly hard... needy. Directing an internal scowl at himself, he forced himself to concentrate his attentions elsewhere. He was not a sex fiend, damn it, though his body was insisting otherwise. With a gentle stroke to Hunter's hair and a quick kiss to Shawn's arm, which was flung out to the side, he rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. Since it was already a mess, the T-shirt that they'd used earlier wasn't going to be much help, so Dave turned on the water and let it run until it was warm. Snatching a washcloth from the pile atop the shelf, he soaked it with the warm water and then rung out the excess, all the while looking in the mirror. He noticed that despite the persistent reminders of his body about its state of excitement, he was grinning. A damn goofy grin if truth be told. He couldn't even work up a good 'Animal' glare at the moment, though he did try. He was just too happy. As he walked back through the doorway, he did manage to roll his eyes over his rather pathetically sappy state, but drew up short at the sight of the two men cuddling on the bed. Too bad he didn't have a camera... it'd be a perfect picture to send to Steph. That wicked thought died swiftly when he caught the look in Shawn's eyes over top of Hunter's shoulder. He hid his shudder in his silent walk towards the bed before sliding up behind Hunter and slipping his cloth-covered hand between the two of them. Placing a soft kiss against Hunter's shoulder, he tried to keep the obvious evidence of his interest from pressing too firmly into his backside while he wiped their stomachs clean. Grinning at Shawn, he let the cloth slide lower to clean off Hunter's softening shaft before reaching clear over top of the two of them to tend to Shawn. With a smirk, he threw the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom while considering exactly how to phrase his minor complaint. "Have I ever told you two that you are way too bossy by half? I'll have to tie you both up and gag you to get a word in edgewise." With a wry grin he turned to look at the splintered bits of the headboard. "On second thought... for the sake of the furniture, I'd better use cuffs instead." **** Hunter lay half-on, half-off Shawn and listened to the sound of twin pounding hearts. They weren't quite synchronized yet,�Shawn's was slowly becoming a more even pulse as he relaxed, while Hunt's was still racing from the force of his climax. For a fraction of a second, Hunter had found that level of ecstasy experienced only once before... in the shower at the arena this afternoon. Making love to Shawn had all the built-up passion and anxiety from ten years of yearning, making love to Dave was the definition of excitement and pure sexual urgency. It was like getting the best of both worlds... how lucky could one man get? Turning his face from its lovely view of Shawn's sweat-dewed neck, Hunter rested his cheek on the arch of his blond lover's collarbone and blinked his eyes open to find Dave.�The�echo of a gentle kiss to his hair and Hunter watched the fantastic ass of David Bautista walk into the bathroom. A small frown creased his features until he heard the reassuring sound of water coming from the ajar door. Tightening his arm around his beloved pillow's waist, Hunt's eyes narrowed at the space his dark-haired lover had occupied. Dave better come back. In fact, if Dave didn't come back right now, Hunter was going to kick his ass. Because honestly? One freaking out, not-quite frigid, weird self-esteemed nut-bar was enough for any relationship. A blissed smile at that vaguely ludicrous thought and Hunter knew he was riding high on a great euphoric rush. Just one of the good things getting some wildly, awesome sex with your best friend could grant. Heartbeats in sync now, Hunt watched the reverse view as Dave cruised directly to the bed and gave said view a resolute ten out of ten. Looked like he and Shawn�in bed was�a pretty highly scoring sight too if the condition of Dave's front half was any indication. As he felt a warm, wet towel begin to move over his stomach, Hunter obediently moved onto his�side so Dave had better access. Wherever the cloth touched left a moist trail that became suddenly cold as the breeze from the air-conditioning hit the still sensitive skin. Another light as a feather kiss to his shoulder, turned that minor shudder into a major shiver. Oh yeah. He could tell Dave was impressed with�the 'Hunter and Shawn naked' thing by the large hard-on pressing against his ass. Still tripping out on the sex-drugs, Hunter�reasoned something really should be done about that and given that he'd just fucked Shawn into a coma, Hunt would have to step up to the plate. ...are way too bossy by half? I'll have to tie you both up and gag you. Hunter resolved after that comment that Dave was a dirty tease. ...for the sake of the furniture, I'd better use cuffs instead. Oh... right. Hunter shifted so that he lay on his back, one hand possessively on Shawn's hip, while he lifted the other over his face. What had once been Shawn's nice grey-blue tie, perfectly matching his lover's eyes,�was now a pathetic scrap of 100% silk that looked like it'd been through a meat grinder. Several small slivers of wood were embedded in the fabric and Hunt had managed to tear about five inches from one end. Rolling his head and eyes backwards, Hunter found the rest of the tie dangling from what had been in another life, the Presidential Suite's headboard. Much as he'd like to, there was no fixing that poor tie specimen. It deserved a decent burial. Or maybe Hunt would keep it as a souvenir. Looking up, past his bound wrist, into Dave's face with a decidedly mischievous expression, Hunter replied, "Cuffs David? Just wait till you see the damage I cause with them." Finally releasing Shawn's hip back to its rightful owner, Hunter pulled the pieces of wood from the silk and looked questioningly at the exotic beauty lying beside him. Squirming around in the non-graceful way only a man of his size could manage, Hunter leaned forward until he was nose to nipple with Dave's chest.�The nipples in question were darker than the smooth chest they adorned and were responding to Hunter's breath by becoming all hard and perky.�Taking this as an encouraging sign,�he�licked one. Wow... cool. That move also caused a hot, little twitch in Dave's insistent erection, now pressing happily into Hunt's hand. Not that Dave had said so much as a word about his condition, but Hunter-on-a-sex-high was all for dealing with any�big issues that came up between the three of them. And dammit... this issue was big. And kinda sexy red... and felt like satin... and tasted like... **** Watching Scott closely, Kevin didn't miss the sudden emotion in his lover's eyes at the word "home". Continuing to run his fingers through the dark curls, absently noting the growing strands of silver mixed in with the black, he refused to let himself over-react to it. Having this sort of conversation directly after a scene was bound to amplify any emotions, and he suspected that they would both get a little choked up over this subject even if it were a normal day. But he'd never stopped thinking of it as their home, and without Scotty there, it was as though the spirit of the place had left; even when everyone was over for a holiday, there were awkward pauses and silences as Scott's absence made itself known. "I thought I'd grab my clothes and some of my personal things. Maybe the recliner... " Nodding silently, Kevin was already picturing where to put the recliner: in the living room near the corner... they'd have to move the couch, but that was all right. Everything was exactly the way it had been when they'd... separated... and it would probably do them both good if they moved things around---together. Just to emphasize the changes in their own relationship. "The rest of it can stay there for when I get around to sub-leasing it." There was more here than what Scott was telling him. His lover very nicely changed the subject, probably at least so that Kevin wouldn't ask him questions... not that Kevin had been intending to. When Scott was ready, he'd tell Kevin whatever it was that he was avoiding right now. "Fix me up, love?" Kevin took a moment to admire the sight before he sat up: Scott face-down on the bed, head pillowed on his arms, sheet and blankets pushed down to his knees, and his ass still a cherry red. There were a few whitish spots, too, and Kevin noted them as he squeezed the cream out onto his fingers to let it warm up a bit. They'd be particularly sore, and he'd have to take extra care... and use some extra cream. Keeping his touches as soft as possible, he worked the cream into the sore skin, pausing whenever Scott flinched before covering the area with an even lighter touch. If they hadn't just had amazing sex, just the act of caressing Scott's skin would have had him hard. As it was, he could take his time and appreciate both the sight and everything it meant: love, trust, caring... Scott. He was just twisting the cap back on to the tube when the knock came. Dropping a soft kiss between Scotty's shoulder blades as he pulled the blankets up to Scott's shoulders, Kevin stood up and picked up his jeans, quickly pulling them on. While there had been a notable few times where he'd answered the door nude, he wasn't about to do so tonight; not only did they want to avoid publicity, especially with Vince in the mood he was in, but Kevin didn't want any scrutiny on Scott right now. Casting a quick glance behind him to make sure that the bed wasn't visible from the doorway, Kevin opened the door, blocking any possible view of their room through force of habit, and took the delivery cart with a smile and a tip for the bellboy. Hopefully Scott would appreciate his little surprise... Locking the door, Kevin wheeled the cart into the room and stopped beside the bed as he sat on the edge of it. Two plates with roasted chicken breasts and assorted side dishes were on it, along with two glasses and a pitcher of water and one covered dish,�and he picked up one of the plates to give to Scott. Deliberately ignoring the curious look on his lover's face, he settled his own plate on his knee and took a bite. He couldn't quite keep the little smile off his face as Scott's eyes were drawn back to that covered dish, but he remained silent until they were done. Normally he'd try to tease Scott with little tidbits and kisses, and although he certainly wasn't averse to the idea tonight, it was obvious as soon as Scott started eating that he was just as hungry as Kevin. Besides... there was always that last dish. Sighing as he laid his fork down, he waited until Scott looked at him before offering to take the plate, and stacked them on the cart. Taking a drink of his water, he set the glass down on the bedside table and stretched, yawning slightly. Leaning back, he affected to notice the growingly annoyed expression on Scott's face as he glanced at him, and stifled an outright smile. His lover was not used to Kevin ignoring his curiousity; there were times when Scott reminded him of Sean, although for some reason that seemed to irritate Scotty whenever he pointed it out. Raising an eyebrow, Kevin turned his face toward the cart as he followed Scott's gaze. "Oh... I almost forgot." Sitting upright again, Kevin lifted the covered dish off the cart and turned to face Scott, his lips twitching a little. "You've been asking for it all day, so I thought I'd go ahead and indulge you." Lifting the lid, Kevin did smile as the scent wafted out, but didn't take his eyes off Scott. It wasn't often that he would respond to Scott's teasing this way, even if he was known for having a goofy sense of humour, and he didn't want to miss his lover's expression when he saw his specially-ordered dessert... two freshly-baked cream puffs. **** Mark tucked away the fact that Jeff was ticklish in the back of his mind as he watched the young man pinned underneath him. Jeff had to be one of the most responsive lovers he had ever had, and they hadn't even done that much yet. Yet. The word almost echoed in Mark's mind as a hopeful promise for the future, but he pushed it firmly away. More than a one-night stand, most definitely. For how long... ? Well. That was something to worry about some other time. Right now... right now Mark was incredibly aware of Jeff's body, the slim leg wrapped around his waist bringing them into extraordinary contact while Jeff writhed underneath him, every movement sending answering flashes of desire through him. His fingers paused, barely above the erection that was still hidden by clinging dark fabric, and the moan that Jeff gave in answer to the caress shot straight to his cock, hard and aching inside his jeans. "...that would be me." Before he could respond to that willing statement, Jeff shifted, and Mark drew in a breath as long fingers curled around his ass. Then Jeff was pulling at him, and pushing at him, and Mark groaned as their erections slid together, separated by layers of cloth. It was good... it wasn't enough. Somehow, Jeff held that position, and even through the clothing he still wore, Mark could feel the heat rising off the other man, reflecting clearly in the glowing green eyes that were staring into his. "Please Mark... touch me." So close... those lips. As much as Mark wanted nothing more than to do exactly as Jeff asked in a voice that dripped pure sex, he was held by those burning eyes. "Please Mark... want me." He shuddered. Wanting Jeff was not a problem. Holding himself back... that would be a problem. Especially if Jeff kept looking at him like that... A harsh groan forced its way out of his mouth as Jeff ground their hips together and his supporting hand clenched on the blanket underneath them. "Please Mark... fuck me." A growl, and Mark almost missed Jeff's unnecessary repeated plea as he shifted his weight, pushing Jeff down into the mattress under him as he claimed Jeff's lips, doing his best to devour the man's very breath, his tongue demanding control as his long-dormant libido flared into full life. Rubbing his cloth-covered erection roughly against Jeff's as he pulled his head back, his breath coming in harsh pants, Mark met that burning gaze with fire of his own. One last movement of his hips and he was gratified to see Jeff gasping, clutching at him. Lifting his weight up and off the other man, Mark sat back on his haunches, his gaze sweeping over Jeff. Half-dressed, skin flushed, hair messed, gasping for breath, clinging black fabric doing nothing to hide the urgent need pushing up under it... He couldn't be gentle. Not this time. His fingers gone clumsy with the lust pulsing through him, he pushed the shirt down, off Jeff's slender arms and tossed it aside. Turning his attention to the last piece of clothing hiding the pale body, Mark moved back before reaching up to hook his fingers in the loose waistband, pulling the pants down and off with one movement. They joined the rest of Jeff's clothing on the floor. Taking a brief moment to look at the delicious sight laid out for him, Mark leaned over Jeff again, his breath hissing in the pale earlobe, his cock throbbing against the denim encasing it, he growled, "Yes... " He wanted to be buried in that body so badly, needed to be inside Jeff. But he wanted to know that Jeff needed it just as badly.� Reaching down, he wrapped a hand around the straining length between Jeff's thighs, squeezing before stroking it roughly, his eyes never leaving Jeff's. "Tell me you want it, Jeff... show me." **** "...thank you... " � Shaking his head weakly, Shawn smiled up at Hunter and whispered, "Love you." No thanks were needed here... unless it was thanking whatever providence had allowed them to finally be together. And Dave... as Dave pulled his hand away, Shawn realised with a touch of humour that he'd have to apologise later; he'd probably come close to breaking fingers, with how tightly he'd been holding on. The soft whisper of lips against his arm caught his attention as the bed shifted, and he followed Dave's movement with his eyes, relaxing from unrealised concern when he realised what their lover was doing. He'd give Dave a couple of minutes, and then he was going after him... if he could move. Lips still curled a little, Shawn brought a hand up to stroke through Hunter's hair, simply enjoying the weight of Hunter pressing down on him. It couldn't last too long before he'd have trouble breathing, but before he had to say anything, Hunter had shifted. Listening to Hunter's breathing slowly calm, Shawn realised that he was happier than he could ever remembering being before. Nothing could compare to this... nothing. The sight of Dave walking back toward the bed, nude and very aroused, brought him out of the thoughtful lassitude he'd fallen into, and he let his eyes linger on the lovely sight, almost regretful that he wasn't going to be able to take advantage of it. Not after the mind-blowing experience of making love to Dave and Hunter... not together, perhaps, but that would come. Of course... maybe now would be his opportunity to watch his lovers together, something that had been on his mind all day. Hunter's body shuddering against his made him draw in a soft breath, as did the heat flickering in those amber eyes as he moved. The soft touch of a warm wet washcloth moving over him drew his eyes up to Dave, and the smirk on his lover's face made him wonder just what was on his mind. "I'll have to tie you both up and gag you to get a word in edgewise... On second thought... I'd better use cuffs instead." Oh. God. Dave was a nasty, nasty tease. To say something like that now... Shawn's eyes followed the movement of Hunter's hand as he lifted it and he had to suppress a laugh at the almost mournful expression on Hunt's face as he saw the remnants of what had once been one of Shawn's favourite ties. Yes, he was definitely owed some new ties. Glancing up at the headboard, Shawn did laugh softly. Finally, he wouldn't be the one having to pay for a damaged bed. "Cuffs David? Just wait till you see the damage I cause with them." Hunter's teasing brought other images to mind, but even as he missed Hunt's touch as Hunter turned over, his eyes widened at the sight presented to him. Pushing himself back so that he could lean against the broken headboard---after tugging a pillow up to lean on---he watched with avid eyes as Hunter touched Dave. No, not just touched. Licked. Shawn's eyes didn't leave Hunter as his friend slid downward, replacing his fingers with his lips, and he made an appreciative noise at the sight of Dave's insistent erection sliding into Hunter's mouth. Squirming closer, he couldn't help but reach out and touch, trailing his fingers over the hard nipples, still damp from Hunter's tongue. Finally tearing his gaze away, he looked up and was immediately captured by the exquisite look of pleasure on Dave's face. "Beautiful... " The word escaped in a rough whisper, and he lifted his hand to run a gentle touch over the dusky cheek. **** Dave chuckled almost silently as Hunter inspected what was now left of Shawn's tie. He'd personally buy Shawn a dozen new ties just like that one if it meant getting to witness something like that again. His body was still humming from what he'd seen, heard, and felt when Shawn and Hunter had made love to each other. Walking out to find them cuddling hadn't helped the condition that he'd already been in when he walked into the bathroom and he was just a bit frustrated that he hadn't managed to get control of himself yet. "Cuffs David? Just wait till you see the damage I cause with them." Okay... and that really wasn't going to help matters at all. Especially when Hunter was looking at him like that. And the pictures flashing through his head of just what that damage might entail didn't help either. Dave was pretty sure that his investment in a solid oak headboard for his bed had been a good one. He'd have to give Sean a call soon and find out where he picked up the special cuffs he'd had while they were in OVW. Fast on that thought was another. They hadn't actually discussed when they were leaving the hotel, where they were going to be going when they left, or if they were all going to the same place. He was considering bringing up the subject when he noticed Hunter looking at him. When he started wiggling around, Dave fixed him with a 'what are you up to now' look. He didn't get a verbal response, hadn't really expected one. His body responded almost immediately to the warm breath wafting over his nipple. And just what was up with that? He spent a lot of time being breathed on in the ring... it wasn't all that unusual. Yet one little puff of air from Hunter's mouth had his traitorous body taking notice. God help him if he and Hunter, or he and Shawn for that matter, ended up in the ring together. He'd have to see about getting some looser ring gear or a cup... or something. The wet heat slipping across his nipple and the warm hand covering his hard flesh shouldn't have surprised him, but it did. It startled a squeak right out of him... a squeak for god's sake. That the sound offended his sensibilities didn't seem to matter to his undisciplined sex, which jumped towards Hunter's hand with relish. After Hunter's reaction earlier that night, and the fact that Shawn looked half dead from his exertions earlier, he hadn't expected anything more, except maybe some cuddling, to occur. He'd have been perfectly happy to suffer through this little problem of his until he managed to get it under control. His lovers had obviously decided that that was not acceptable and his wayward body obviously agreed with them. He'd closed his eyes while he argued with himself, had only vaguely felt the shifting of the bed as Hunter moved. So when the scorching heat and wetness of Hunter's mouth suddenly surrounded him, his reaction was lacking any type of control. Moaning loudly, he let his hand drop to Hunter's shoulder, his fingers squeezing firmly over tight muscles. Then suddenly there were fingers touching his nipples. Up to that moment, he hadn't noticed Shawn's new location. His eyes snapped open, locating Shawn with little trouble. Noticing that Shawn seemed fascinated by what was happening in the vicinity of his hips, his body twitched. Damn, there was that exhibitionist streak of his making an appearance again. "Beautiful... " Shawn was nuts. He was not beautiful. Shawn... Shawn was beautiful. Hunter had that whole 'dangerously sexy' thing going on. He was... intense, rugged... and he was scary, damn it. He was not beautiful. He was buying Shawn glasses. He was just about to tell him that too, scowl included, when Hunter distracted him. Instead of a scowl, Shawn was gifted with the abnormal sight of Dave's eyes crossing. **** to be continued... |