"ITVR: Chapter 67"
Mouths.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Hunter heard Dave's moan as it vibrated the hard abdomen under his hand. Stroking his fingertips over the�rising ripples�of muscle found there, he tried licking the head of the solid erection to see if he could get another moan. Yep... that worked. Feeling particularly high and rather musical, Hunt wondered if he could compose a symphony based on the wonderful moans, growls and gasps that rose from his delicious lover. A composition for the listening pleasure of only two, but he and Shawn would be a most appreciative audience. Why, if Hunter's dick wasn't even more tripped out then he was, the symphony would get a standing ovation. Tripped... heh. Peripherally aware of Shawn sliding closer and doing something that got a sexy almost-choke from Dave, Hunter drew his mouth back up the solid length, hollowing his cheeks with impressive suction and getting... cool!... a stunned gasp. While he'd never claim to be an expert at such things, it had been a few years after all, Hunter always felt that enthusiasm and experimentation went a long way in getting high marks for blow-jobs. Although the ambitious performer in him was a little jealous of Dave's tongue bar, no way was Hunter gonna be able to duplicate that extraordinary sensation. Still, he had some other natural advantages... like not shaving for three days. Tilting his face, Hunt�brushed his stubbled jaw down the satin steel now held firmly in his hand. Hmmmm. Maybe that hadn't felt that nice as Dave was dead silent, he'd even stopped breathing from what Hunter could tell. Death by blow-job was a fantasy of many men, but not one he wanted to have occur for at least�forty years. Snickering at the idea of any of them being capable of�going anywhere close to down�in their seventies, Hunt buried his other natural advantage... his nose... in the musky�skin at the base of Dave's cock. At least�his gorgeously dark lover�had started breathing again, so Hunt hadn't murdered him with sex. But�his victim�wasn't really giving Hunter much to go on but the occasional moan and semi-seizure. Rubbing his closed lips over the small slit at the top of his new favorite thing, Hunter reached up with both hands and snagged each of Dave's. Pushing one hand over towards Shawn's ass and setting the other firmly onto the back of�Hunter's head. He rewarded the tangling of fingers in his hair�by opening his mouth and taking in as much of Dave as he could manage. It had been a while. Hunter just needed some practice to get his groove back.� Returning his once abs-caressing hand down to gently grasp the heavy balls just under his chin, Hunt himself groaned around the shaft in his mouth as the movement of fingers in his hair sent litter shivers down his scalp to his shoulders. His penis decided that this was too good to miss. No. Fucking. Way. Pulling up and off Dave, Hunter glanced down at his hopeful member and said, "Apparently my dick's been talking to Shawn's." Finding the sight of Dave's sex far, far more interesting than his own, Hunter returned to licking, sucking, playing and when he had a moment to relax the appropriate muscles, deep-throating Dave until his symphony was almost complete. Feeling the�warm globes in his hand start to tighten up and an insistent sound that was almost continuous growling coming from somewhere over his head, Hunter went deep again, cozying up to the sweet cock with his throat and felt Dave explode�with a muted roar. Damn, that had been fun. Grinning an irrepressible, totally pleased with himself grin, Hunter looked up into one pair of amused blue-grey eyes and one pair of half-lidded chocolate ones. Licking his lips wickedly he didn't say anything. Although Hunt would be the first to admit it... even he couldn't talk dirty with his mouth full. **** Mark's plundering kiss pushed Jeff back down into the mattress, the bigger man's body a luxurious weight on Jeff's incredibly sensitised skin. Returning the exploration of the invading tongue with a�low-throated moan, as the hard steel of Mark's cock once again tormented Jeff's through their pants. The kiss broke and Jeff tried to recapture the hard press of lips by lifting his head, but was confronted with the molten silk of Mark's gaze. A hard push of cock on cock and Jeff's eyes almost rolled up into the back of his head, his fingernails digging into strong tattooed forearms as a ripple of electrical sparks ran from his groin to his brain and back again. When Mark sat back, Jeff was almost whimpering at the loss of contact. He needed Mark back on him now, pushing again, causing that sweet, sweet ache in Jeff's body that craved to be filled by one thing and one thing only. Impatiently Jeff sat up on his elbows and sent the man towering over him a look that could only be described as vaguely pissy. They could be well on their way to taking care off all known aches if�Mark had�just let Jeff finish taking off his clothes... Jeff felt that Mark might have a touch of ESP, as his lover�chose that exact moment to start stripping of Jeff's shirt and pants, moving�his terribly willing body around with competent ease. Or maybe being psychic had nothing to do with it, because really, when their cocks over-ruled their brains, most men were on exactly the same page. Case in point, Mark was now precisely where Jeff wanted him to be, lying on Jeff, rock hard denim covered erection scraping against the�soft skin of Jeff's�thighs, big, big hand�surrounding his cock�and breathing hot, sexy words into Jeff's ear. Tell me you want it, Jeff... show me. Without even a pause, Jeff pushed up against that delicious weight and used Mark's bulk to reverse their positions. Once again straddling the bigger man, Jeff went to work like a wildcat, pulling, tugging and swearing at Mark's shirt until he obligingly lifted his shoulders so Jeff could toss the concealing material over his head carelessly. Yes, yes, yes. Just as he'd fantasised, just as he'd imagined. Being this close to Mark's naked skin and not having to worry about tripping over his own feet in the ring, Jeff leaned forward and did exactly what he'd daydreamed of doing earlier in Mark's�dressing room. He began to trace Mark's tattoos with the tip of his tongue. He tasted so clean, the faintest residue of soap from his after-match shower tickling Jeff's tongue while his taste-buds absorbed the hint of salt and musk from his companion's aroused state. First the left arm, then the right. Too needy to do the job it's thorough justice, Jeff nevertheless tried to cover as much ground as possible, coming to the inscribed runes across Mark's chest with a feeling very close to reverence. Trading small licks with nibble-kisses, Jeff pulled back slightly and breathed warm air across the wide planes of satin coated muscle. Divine. Worshipping at the beautiful alter that was Mark, Jeff moved lower, tangling his tongue in the fine hairs across the vulnerable stomach until he reached Mark's hips. Nuzzling into the hard�bulge captured under the back denim, Jeff covered it with his mouth and breathed hot air through the�material, rubbing the warm area with his cheekbone.�Hands were required for the belt, but after that, Jeff brought into play another of his more suspect performance skills. He could open a button and fly with his teeth. **** Scott huddled under the blankets with an admiring smile as he watched Kevin slip into his pants. Even if he wasn't in any condition to take advantage of the man, looking at Kevin naked was a favorite hobby of his. Between the emotional issues the last few days, both their own and those of their friends, the plane trips, the work schedule, and all the really awesome sex they'd indulged in during the last 48 hours... Scott was pretty much wiped out. The only thing that had kept him awake during Kevin's ministrations was his hollow stomach. Well... that and the pain in his ass, but that was nicely fading now thanks to the cream. As soon as he got a whiff of the food, his mouth started watering. Turning onto his side, he watched as Kevin pushed the cart next to the bed. The dinner plates were easily identifiable and Scott could smell the chicken before Kevin even uncovered the plates. The water glasses and pitcher were standard fare for them and didn't rate more than a passing glance. The last dish though remained covered as Kevin handed out the plates. That had so better be his dessert or he was kicking Kevin's butt, love of his life or not. Since he'd given up his other vices, except for chewing on a toothpick occasionally, he allowed himself to indulge his sweet tooth more often than he should. It cost him a little extra time in the gym, but it made giving up other things a little easier. Skipping the usual teasing that accompanied most of their private meals, they both dug into their plates. Kevin hadn't made any comments on it, but Scott was pretty sure that Kevin made note of his appetite, especially after Scott had called him a bottom-less pit. While it was the truth that Kevin was seemingly always hungry, there were times that Scott could easily out-eat Kevin. Kevin liked to point that out when it happened, but tonight he was oddly silent about the quickness with which Scott plowed through his food. His eyes kept wandering back to the dish on the tray while he wondered what Kevin had picked out for him. It could be anything really. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing was always a favorite along with apple pie � la mode. Oh! Maybe it was strawberry cheesecake or even soft chocolate chip cookies. It was driving him nuts wondering what was under that lid and from the way Kevin was ignoring his obvious curiosity, the man knew that it was. He handed his empty plate to Kevin when he offered to take it and waited for Kev to hand him his dessert. Instead the ornery cuss settled back against the pillows like he was getting ready to go to sleep. He looked once again at the dish and wondered if it would be worth the effort to climb over top of Kev to get to it. Probably not. First of all, he was too tired to make the effort of actually moving and secondly, Kevin would probably not make it that easy for him. So he took the only option left to him at that particular point... glowering at the man beside him until he moved. "Oh... I almost forgot." 'Forgot, my ass,' Scott thought to himself, silent growl included. The twitching of Kev's lips really should have clued him in, but he was still too busy with his internal tirade to make much of it. "You've been asking for it all day, so I thought I'd go ahead and indulge you." What the...? As far as he knew there were only two things he'd been asking for all day, albeit he'd asked for them without words. The first thing he'd been asking for was a bit of punishment and the kitchen staff was certainly not going to be able to provide that particular item, though it'd be interesting if they could. Room service sales would probably go through the roof... that might be kind of illegal though. The other thing he'd been asking for was a vigorous plowing from Kev, but his lover had already provided that treat, so that wasn't what Kev was referring to either. Knowing Kev's sense of humor, it was probably something ridiculous like a sausage and a couple of grapefruits. Ewww... that just reminded him of Vince. He was almost scared to look. Then Kevin lifted the lid and he could smell something sweet... definitely something loaded with sugar. He lowered his eyes to the dish and when his mind registered what he was looking at he bit his lip. Nope, it wasn't going to work. Making sure to aim for the arm not holding the dish, Scott smacked Kevin in the bicep as he burst into laughter. Shaking his head, he buried his face in his arm for a moment until he managed to gain a bit of control. Looking back up at his lover's smiling face, he reached out and snatched the dish from Kevin's hand. Setting it on the bed between them, he swiped his finger through the creamy white filling and then popped the sticky digit into his mouth. Making a happily appreciative noise, he sucked the cream off making sure to swirl his tongue all around his finger to get all of the sugary substance. After pulling his finger from his mouth, he looked up at Kevin and winked. "Not bad, but it's not near as tasty as the filling in my cr�me puff. I like it a little more on the salty side." **** His whirlwind knew some unexpected tricks, Mark thought in mild surprise as he found himself on his back looking up at Jeff. Who obviously didn't care at all that he was naked, but apparently cared very much that Mark wasn't. The curses falling from Jeff's tongue and the fingers tugging impatiently at his shirt were enough to make Mark smile... but only a little. The last thing he wanted was Jeff thinking that he was laughing at him. There was nothing funny about the situation, as his body reminded him abruptly at the first touch of hot wet tongue against his skin. Craning his neck, he found his breathing picking up as he watched Jeff make love to the artwork on his arms with that oh-so-clever tongue. The shudders that particularly agile piece of flesh was sending through him made Mark's fingers clench on the bedspread as he tried not to reach out and guide Jeff to exactly the spot that he wanted to feel his tongue at. No, instead he laid there and shivered, not quite aware of the low growl that he was emitting at every single damp flick across his tattoos. He'd never thought of his tattoos as being particularly sensitive; apparently he'd either been mistaken or Jeff knew some ungodly trick with that tongue. His body was urgently voting for the latter option as Mark stared until he had to blink to relieve his dry eyes. Two years of denial and hidden fantasies, and now this... and this was so much better than anything he'd imagined. This was achingly, arousingly real, much to his still-present surprise. The mouth moving across him, trading tongue with teeth randomly, threatened to make him lose his mind. Good, it was so good, but he wanted more... more pressure, more _anything_. A hot breath blowing across him brought a clenching of his abdominal muscles as his hands moved in a quickly-aborted motion to reach down and grasp. So close... and then a pressure on his aching shaft and heat against it, and his hips twitched in spite of himself, before he recaptured his self-control. Lying as still as he could, Mark's eyes were glued to his lover as slender fingers made quick work of his belt before being lowered down to brace the slight body as Jeff lowered his head. What was Jeff... ? Realisation dawned as he heard the button pop open and the zipper being lowered and he couldn't stop the moan, low and gravelly as it was. To have Jeff's mouth so close was nearly agony, but such delicious torture. Lifting his hips obligingly, Mark tried to remember to breathe as Jeff was forced to stop and unlace his boots before being able to reach his goal of removing his clothes in the most arousing way possible. The look in the green eyes as they swung back up to meet his brought back the vision he'd had in the shower, of Jeff looking at him with lust and need and... The thought was driven out of Mark's head as Jeff moved himself upward again, draping himself over Mark's body and staring at him for the briefest moment before... God. Jeff's name burst out of him in a loud growl as his hands finally escaped his control and shot downward, grasping at whatever they could reach as Mark's eyes closed�while he tried to fight back his nearly overwhelming reaction. Jeff knew some damned good tricks. **** It took him several breathless moments to figure out exactly what Hunter had done to produce that hair-raising sensation. Not that he had that much hair to raise, but he figured what he did have must surely be standing on end. He'd have to let his lover know later, when he could actually speak again, exactly how nice that particular move felt against his sensitive skin. He might take to hiding Hunter's razors with regularity if need be. He wasn't aware of Hunter grabbing hold of his hands, but he was fully aware of the results. He'd have to be dead not to recognize the smooth curve of Shawn's ass beneath his hand or the silky feel of Hunter's hair wrapped around his fingers. And then he was buried again in that deliciously wet heat that seemed to steal every single thought from his head except for the pleasure building within him. The touch of Hunter's hand against his balls made his hands clench reflexively and he nearly died when Hunt moaned around his hard length in reaction. Shawn's gentle petting and soft kisses helped push him closer and closer to his peak. He almost whined when Hunter's mouth left him, and it took him a few seconds to process Hunter's words. "Apparently my dick's been talking to Shawn's." Dave's choked laugh edged into a moan as Hunt returned to teasing him. It didn't take long at all for his lovers to pull him back to the brink. He kissed Shawn fiercely between quiet growls, giving an occasional erratic tug on Hunter's hair. Feeling his length slip once again into Hunter's throat, he couldn't take anymore. Clenching his teeth on a roar, the explosion rocked through him as his release spilled into Hunter's welcoming mouth. When his eyes finally decided to focus once again, he found Hunt sitting there looking rather pleased with himself. For some reason that he couldn't quite understand, he just couldn't let that pass without a bit of teasing. Forcing his leaden body to move, he propped himself up on his elbows and gave a rueful shake of his head. His mouth tipping up on one side, he focused on Hunter's grin. "Ya know, in addition to being bossy, darlin', you're a greedy little thing as well." He ignored Hunter's reaction to that little tidbit. "Ever think that maybe I was saving that for later?" Laughing at the expression on Hunter's face, he reached down and grabbed both his wrists, tugging until he was right on top of him. Once he was close enough, Dave grinned, whispering, "just kidding." Dave gave him a leisurely kiss before dumping him sideways, his head landing in Shawn's lap. "I don't want to move, but nature calls." With a snicker, he rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. **** Okay... note to self: before stripping potential lover of sinfully clinging jeans - Remove�Lover's�Shoes. Jeff let go of the belt loop he currently held in his lips and felt around quickly for the laces of Mark's boots with his fingers before the mood was totally killed. Sliding down to his knees on the nylon carpet, Jeff dealt with the footwear with one hand, while he reached for his overnight bag with the other. Scrabbling furiously, but silently, he pulled a tube of lubricant from his toilet bag and tossed it up onto the pillows. Mark had said he wanted more than this one night, but Jeff wasn't taking any chances. If this was all he was gonna get, then Jeff wanted everything. Crawling back up the long, long legs, Jeff returned his teeth to the terribly onerous task of pulling off Mark's pants. It was a long, torturous and ultimately satisfying maneuver, involving, Jeff's mouth, Mark lifting his hips and several drawn-out kisses of discovered scars. Finally both naked, Jeff looked up the tempting expanse of marble skin and wondered if he had the patience to try tasting it all over again. Ahhh... no. Knowing the look in his eyes was pleading, Jeff waited for the permission he saw rise in emerald eyes, before dipping his head to voraciously taste Mark's velvet length. Eager would be an understatement, but Jeff was so lost on the taste, smell and feel of the hard, hot cock in his mouth that he really didn't give a fuck. Never, in even his wildest fantasies, had�Jeff imagined that Mark would let him make love to him like this. Because although it may be just fucking to some and screwing to others, to�freaky,�angry-tongued J Hardy,�this was making love and he planned on savouring every single moment. Jeff learned in a few very intense minutes what made Mark shudder, groan and oh perfect, grab his hair and push hard into Jeff's throat. It�felt so damned right doing this, stroking his thumb along the pelvic hollows of Mark's hips, using his other hand to wrap around the base of Mark's cock while he licked and rubbed his lips along the head. It was absolutely�right... but not exactly what Jeff was needing, as his aching sex and desperate moans indicated. He wanted more, wanted to climb up to the edge of a cliff and jump off into thin air. Keeping his mouth working and his ears listening for each indicative sound, Jeff reached out for the lube he'd stashed earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. First his fingers found the entrance to his own body, stretching and pushing while he backed off a little from his vigorous tongue work... he didn't want Mark to come in his mouth. Not this time. In between strokes of his hand and teasing sweeps of his tongue, Jeff then coated Mark's cock with the slick gel and�crawled back up his lover's body, once again dropping kisses at every pause.�Jeff let his own, insistent cock, drag along the fine skin of Mark's legs and hip until his backside rested a fraction of an inch from�the subject�of his previous attentions. On hands and knees over the long, sexy body, Jeff looked down into�Mark's so-very handsome face and... with deliberate intent... licked�the traces of pre-come from his lips.� "Mark... please?" This was gorgeous. This was such a fucking turn-on. This was Mark. **** 4:15am "Okay, okay. Shut the fuck up already!" Damn. Was Chris really yelling that loudly or was it just him? It was probably just him. A pin dropping right now would probably sound like cannon-fire. At least the pain in his head had settled to a dull thud for the moment. He sighed quietly. "Look Babe, I know who you are and you know who I am, and I�ll put you through a wall if you say Terry." Well Dayyyum. Someone was sounding just a bit grouchy. Not that Adam could blame him... Chris had most likely not had much sleep either and that was mostly Adam's fault. That wasn't even mentioning what he'd done the last time Chris had woken him up. He was feeling just a tad guilty about that now... but only a tad, especially after that comment about calling him Terry. "So just tell me what my punishment would be if I flashed Shelton and Randy before their match on Sunday..." Adam snorted as he rolled over onto his back and looked at Chris. "First of all... if you decide to do that, please let me know. I'll want to capture their reactions on video..." Now he had a decision to make... he could make the punishment something terrible enough to dissuade Chris from doing what he'd threatened or... he could make the punishment something terribly delicious to see if Chris would actually go through with it. Thing is... Adam had a completely wicked sense of humor and he'd love to see Shelton and Randy's reactions... really. "If you do something that naughty then I'd have to punish you... of course." Reaching across the small void between himself and Chris, he tangled one hand gently in Chris' golden hair. "I think in that case the punishment should fit the crime... so the moment we made it home on Tuesday I'd have to take away every stitch of your clothing and keep it from you for... oh, say 24 hours." It wasn't until after he said it that he realized he'd just made a huge assumption... that being that he and Chris were going to be going to the same place come Tuesday. Oh well... it was too late to take it back now. Gently untangling his hand from Chris' hair, he ran the back of his hand down Chris' shoulder and arm until he reached his lover's hand. Clasping it in his own, he pulled it to his lips. After a soft kiss to the warm skin, he rubbed his cheek slowly against it. "I'm sorry for being so bitchy tonight and I'm sorry for teasing you earlier. If you give me another hour or two, then I'll make it up to you. Promise." Another quick kiss and he lowered their hands to the sheets and closed his eyes. He almost made it to sleep without one word of complaint... almost. He couldn't help it because what he really wanted right now was to hold Chris in his arms. Due to the fact that his injuries were on his left side, he couldn't just roll over and drape himself over Chris. So just before he slipped into the land of sleep he whispered quietly, "You're laying on the wrong side." 5:15 am Beep Beep Beep "Fuck!" He'd been lost in a nice little dream about Chris when the beeping of the alarm penetrated his subconscious. That wasn't what had caused the violent swearing that followed, however. His one thought had been to shut the alarm off immediately because it was habit that he do so, usually yelling at Jay to wake his ass up before he fell back to sleep for another fifteen minutes or so. He'd automatically lunged for the alarm and landed smack on his ribs when he did so. The pain medication had most obviously worn off by now. Stuffing a knuckle or two between his teeth, he muffled the swearing that would have done a sailor proud. **** � Eyes not leaving Scott's face as he lifted the lid on the dessert plate, Kevin didn't have to wait long. Scott immediately bit his lip, and Kevin's smile widened into a smirk as he watched his lover fail to hold back his reaction. He'd been expecting the smack on the arm, but it was well worth it to see Scott given over so completely to his laughter. It had been an incredibly up-and-down couple of days for them for any number of reasons, and although the particular joke had been spur-of-the-moment, he'd had in the back of his mind since the night before to want to make Scott laugh, to put behind him all the worries and guilt and fear, at least momentarily. Looked like he'd succeeded. Letting go of the plate just in time to save his fingers from being ripped off from the force of Scott's grab, Kevin leaned back and watched him, his lips still curved in a smile. Watching Scott suck the cream off his finger with an appreciative noise that was far more reminiscent of their earlier activities than was normally associated with a dessert made Kevin wonder just who was going to have the last word, though. There was no way that they were going to do anything else tonight but cuddle, even if his body was insisting that it was perfectly willing to go for another round; Scott would never admit it, but he'd be far too sore to indulge in bottoming, and too tired to top. So there, Kevin told his body firmly. No more tonight. No matter how much he wished that it was something besides Scott's finger that Scott was sucking on so eagerly... The wink should've warned him, but Kevin was too busy dragging his reawakening libido back under control to notice it. "Not bad, but it's not near as tasty as the filling in my cr�me puff. I like it a little more on the salty side." "Scott...!" The exclamation slipped out before Kevin could stop it, and he winced a little at the irritation in his voice. Before Scotty could do anything, he shook his head and reached out to wrap a hand around Scott's neck, bringing him in close enough to smell the sweet dessert on his breath. That was something he was going to put a stop to right now; his grumpiness was legendary in the locker room, and a running joke among his friends. That was fine... but he was not going to keep throwing reactions born out of habit rather than any real indignation at his lover. Not any more. Not when it had taken so much effort to get them to the point where Scott would make jokes at him. Smiling ruefully at the dark-haired man he was holding, he said in a much softer tone, "I'm glad to hear it; I'd hate it if you liked anyone else's filling better than mine." A soft kiss in unspoken apology, and then he sat back, knowing better than to get between Scott and his dessert for any longer than absolutely necessary. **** Shawn hid a smile at the look that flashed across Dave's face, although from the expression and moan that immediately followed, he needn't have bothered. Apparently their big bad Animal objected to being told that he was one of the most absolutely gorgeous people Shawn had ever seen in his life. He made a mental note to call Dave "beautiful" as often as he could without getting thrown over a knee and spanked... then again, maybe it would be worth it to push that button just as hard as he possibly could. Smirking at the thought, Shawn kept his fingers moving over the flushed skin of Dave's chest as he leaned his head against Dave's shoulder, his exhausted body just not quite capable of keeping him upright without support. Shivering a little at the delicious symphony of noises that Hunter was provoking from their lover, Shawn took it upon himself to muffle any number of the louder groans with his lips, when he wasn't busy dropping light kisses over Dave's neck and shoulder. The feeling of Dave's hand curving around his ass provoked a soft noise of his own, before he was startled into quiet laughter. "Apparently my dick's been talking to Shawn's." A look down, and Shawn licked his lips. If only he weren't so tired... Absorbed in watching Hunter's lips work on the swollen shaft in front of him, Shawn's attention was jerked back to Dave at the almost desperate growl next to his ear. Surrendering his mouth to Dave gladly, he whined himself when Dave pulled back, but the lovely sight of that dusky body arching in climax more than made up for the loss. Meeting Hunter's self-satisfied eyes, he smiled, reaching down to run fingers of his own through the messy blond locks. That was a sight well worth the wait, and if he was really lucky, he'd get to see even more tomorrow. Feeling Dave shift under him, Shawn leaned back against the pillows, grinning unabashedly at Dave's words. "...in addition to being bossy, darlin', you're a greedy little thing as well." And you're just realising this? hovered at the tip of Shawn's tongue, but Dave's sudden movement stopped him from trying to talk---probably a good thing, he knew from the roughness of his throat---and then with one last tease, Hunter was in his lap and Dave was getting up... oh. If that's all it was, then that was all right. Looking down at his best friend, Shawn smiled fondly at Hunter as his fingers found their way into the blond hair again, gently working out some of the tangles as they took a moment to just look at each other. "He's right, you know." Ouch. His throat was even more sore than he'd thought... of course, he'd practically screamed, that last time, so what did he expect?�The mulish look on Hunter's face made his smile widen, and he reached down to pull at Hunter until he moved, ending up laying face-to-face next to him. His hand sliding round to the back of Hunter's head, Shawn leaned in to press a long, soft kiss to Hunter's lips, murmuring wordlessly at the taste of Dave's release in Hunter's mouth. Aware of Dave coming back into the room, he didn't look up, although he did wait until he could see Dave in the corner of his eye, looking at them. "You are incredibly bossy, Hunter," he rasped. "You'll just have to learn how to take orders, too." Suppressing the grin that threatened, he flicked his eyes up toward Dave, not missing the reaction to his teasing words. Taking the chance, he�shifted himself and Hunter around to get the blankets over rather than under them. Cuddling into Hunter's arms, he gave Dave a pleading look as he looked from the Animal to the nice empty space on his other side. He wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to be in the middle tonight... maybe tomorrow he'd put Dave there. Maybe. **** Jeff was killing him. That wicked tongue was doing absolutely unspeakable things to him... It was certainly taking away his ability to speak, anyway. One particular flick and Mark was shuddering, his hand tightening in the rainbow-hued hair as he thrust instinctively into that willing throat. The soft touches at his hips only added to the tension coiling inside him, and the hand wrapping around him as Jeff worked so eagerly at learning every ridge and vein on his shaft just drew out more noises.� Groaning loudly, Mark's hips jerked even as he tried desperately to hold onto his control. He didn't want to end this in Jeff's mouth, no matter how wonderfully talented those lips were. The needy noises spilling out of Jeff weren't helping, but even as he clenched the bedspread, almost white-knuckled in reaction to something his lover had just done, Jeff seemed to sense how close he was and gentled his actions. A new sort of noise escaped Jeff, and Mark pried his eyes open in time to see Jeff twisted awkwardly over the top of him, one hand lost to sight. When he realised what Jeff was doing, he nearly bit his tongue in half. The loss of those wickedly wonderful lips on his shaft was made up for almost immediately by a hot hand stroking along its length, the tongue swiping at the tip of his cock drawing his attention from what Jeff was doing. Only as Jeff crawled back up over him, his own shaft leaving behind a sticky trail on Mark's skin, did Mark comprehend what Jeff wanted. His cock throbbed at the thought, but the hot gaze of green eyes captured his attention. Entranced, he watched as that pink tongue came out, licking the glistening evidence of Jeff's earlier actions from his lips. As Jeff stared into his eyes, Mark growled, his twitching shaft bumping against the curve of that enticing ass. God, he wanted him so badly... "Mark... please?" Not looking away from the pleading, demanding face, Mark slid his hands slowly down Jeff's body: first cupping the shoulders, feeling the tenseness in the thin body that was a match for his own, then running his fingers along the protruding shoulder blades, down the ribs, finally coming to rest at the sharply-angled hips, his fingers curling around into the soft flesh. His breathing was harsh, his body strained as he just looked at Jeff for a long moment before replying in a shuddered exhalation. "Yes... God, yes." Pressing Jeff back gently, his cock nudged at the slick entrance and Mark held his breath as he watched Jeff's face. More pressure, his hips lifting, and then he was past the tightly-muscled entrance and he moaned softly as the tight walls clung to his shaft. One hand came up to cup Jeff's cheek, pulling him down into a kiss as he pushed farther, the roughness of his lips belying the gentleness of his movement as he pushed Jeff backward, down onto his hard cock until he was completely sheathed in that tight, hot channel and a growl ripped out of his throat as he fought back the need to move until he was sure he'd regained control of himself. He was inside Jeff... another groan as the realisation of long-held fantasy-turned-fact washed through him, and then he couldn't be still any more. Slowly, he pulled Jeff's hips upwards until only the head of his cock was still inside before pushing him back down again, shifting until he got the reaction he was after. Jeff's breathless moan made him smile a little, and then Mark looked up at the bottomless green eyes again as he drawled, his voice gone low and husky, "Ride me." **** to be continued... |