"ITVR: Chapter 68"
Evenings.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

"Scott...!" Whoa. Major grump alert! Scott's eyes widened, but before he could comment on Mr. Grouchy Bear's appearance, Kev was pulling him closer. Kevin's contrite smile eased a bit of the worry that he'd pushed his teasing too far this time. "I'm glad to hear it; I'd hate it if you liked anyone else's filling better than mine." The tender kiss that followed washed away the rest of his worry and left behind a lop-sided grin. "Not possible, Kev. You even rate higher than Twinkies and that's saying something." As soon as he said that "T" word, his eyes lit up. A wicked grin followed. "Just be glad I settled on cr�me puff... it could have been worse." Turning back to his dessert, he picked up the cr�me puff that still held its filling and licked around the edges of it in a rather obscene manner. When he bit into the pastry, the cr�me stuck to his lips, which of course required him to lick it off. He was teasing something fierce, but Kevin would just have to deal with it since he'd been the one to order the things in the first place. If they hadn't taken things to the extreme they had earlier, he'd have gladly performed the same tricks on Kevin afterward, but... he was still pretty tender despite the cream Kevin had applied, he now had a rather full stomach, and he was dead tired. He handed the dish back to Kevin and waited while his lover replaced it on the tray. Grabbing the back of Kevin's neck, Scott pulled him in for a kiss, stretching to reach those lovely lips he'd praised earlier. Ending the slow exploration with a quiet hum of pleasure, Scott cuddled up to Kevin, actually lying half on top of him, and rested his head against Kevin's shoulder. Tugging the blankets up to his shoulders, he curled an arm around Kevin's waist, tossed one thigh across Kevin's hip and sighed quietly. "Love you, Kev." The words barely made it past his lips before he fell asleep. **** Mark's hands traced across his shoulders and back like Jeff was something... precious... something to be cherished. The warm caress of skin on skin�bringing a strange squeeze to�Jeff's heart�at the affection and tenderness of those loving touches. When the hands came to rest with confident intent on Jeff's hips, he bit his lip in preparation for what the answer to his plea might be. There wasn't a hint of doubt in those�burning green depths and Jeff wanted nothing more than to keep that surety and�passion�there forever. Yes... God, yes. The pressure on his hips was simply an anchor to Jeff's own intentions as he used his hand to guide Mark into his body. The slowly growing pressure and burn, a marvelous reassurance that this was actually happening and not some concussion induced hallucination. Rocking gently backwards, Jeff let his eyelids drift shut as he focused on the sensations flooding his body originating�from the piercing heat between his legs. He felt like his spine was made of steel as his body re-shaped itself around Mark's. There was no pain, just the electrified feel of nerve-endings gone haywire all�up Jeff's back and right�on into his brain. Pulled down into Mark's dominant kiss, Jeff opened his mouth in welcome to the rough coupling of their tongues, while their bodies danced a far smoother dance. The change in angle was unconsciously teasing, only the head of Mark's cock was inside him and Jeff was held still, unable to shift downwards as he so desperately wanted to. But Mark soon relented and another push cured that tantalising itch, the full length of heated flesh�pushing so deeply into Jeff's body he was biting his lip to keep from shouting at the rightness of it. Another tug and Jeff complied with the demands of Mark's hands, his leg muscles flexing as he drew upwards, feeling the hot shaft slid almost free of his body, before Mark pulled him back down with gorgeous roughness. The deep thrust sending Jeff's head back in a wild arc, his fingers digging into Mark's chest as that blissful spot inside him was�rubbed on the way in. "Oh yeah..." he moaned. Looking back down, Jeff's eyes widened as he�saw the wicked smile of his lover and returned the grin whole-heartedly. Ride me. It may have been the husky growl or more likely the demand itself that caused the perverse side of Jeff's nature to assert itself. Oh, he was way more than willing to obey any and all of Mark's slightest whims, but right now he, Jeffrey Hardy, was in control of this situation and he was�gonna do as he was told... when he was good and ready, that is. Letting his teeth show in a sinful smile that normally got him slapped, Jeff stayed exactly where he was. Then slowly, gradually, tightened his internal muscles until he was gripping Mark in not-quite painful snugness. Then he relaxed. Even more slowly. The move had not only the benefit of getting the emerald fire in Mark's eyes to reach almost nova proportions and the grip on his hips to become almost bruising, it served to slow down Jeff's rapidly beating heart and give his body a moment to catch its breath. Knowing he was pushing it didn't faze Jeff at all... he lived for driving people to distraction, he just couldn't wait to see what Mark would do when sufficiently distracted. A slow pleased groan, that sounded suspiciously like a purr, echoed from Jeff's throat and he shifted his hips experimentally around Mark's substantial length. He didn't even try to keep the smugly superior expression from his face and he rose up just a fraction, then a fraction more, until he could grind down again... hard. The slick feel of satin flesh sliding back and forth into and out of his ass, had Jeff's eyes closing in wanton bliss. His own erection demanding it's share of stimulation, Jeff tortured them both a little more by ignoring his pulsing cock, leaning back until his hands rested on Mark's braced thighs, the angle of his slow, continuous rise and fall, causing little fireworks to go off behind his eyelids and uncontrolled gasps to issue from his lips. ... heat, up, hard, down, pushing, up, there, down, hot... .. It was... becoming too much... he couldn't... . **** ...in addition to being bossy, darlin', you're a greedy little thing as well... Hunter was far too old and far too�tough-guy�to even attempt�the pout that Dave's statement warranted. Sure he was feeling pretty damned pleased with himself, but then, if you could bring two gorgeous men to blistering orgasm in the space of fifteen minutes then Hunter would dare anyone to not feel a trifle smug. But he really had to protest the 'little' comment though... because Hunt was so not little in any shape or form. About to protest, Hunter was caught with his mouth idiotically open, when Dave said, Ever think that maybe I was saving that for later? Blink. Well no... Hunt hadn't given Dave's erection a moment's more thought than pretty and mine. He'd been on a proverbial roll when it came to his one man 'get David off' show and when his dark lover hadn't smacked him upside the head, Hunt had figured he'd had a green light. What had Dave been saving himself for anyway? Shawn was paralytic and if he hadn't wanted Hunter's mouth then... oh... Blink. Dammit. The problem with coming down from a sex high, was that several hours earlier, logic had gone out the window right after embarrassment and denial. Even Dave pulling him up over the long, dusky body wasn't enough to stimulate Hunter's over-sexed brain into anything more than a weird, stuttering... but it was good! The distinctly naughty grin spreading across Dave's handsome features should have clued him in, should have reassured the pole-axed part of his mind that Dave was just fucking with his head. just kidding Hunter was seriously considering biting Dave's nose... in a non-painful 'don't fuck with me' kinda way, when he was soundly kissed and tossed into Shawn's lap like a light-weight. "I will never get used the idea that he thinks I'm little." Hunter commented to Dave's butt as it moved to the bathroom again. Of course he was 'managing', that was just part of who he was and most people liked someone else doing all the organisation stuff as it took a load off their backs. Although Hunter wasn't too proud to admit that organising several wrestling shows over three states wasn't quite the same as giving orders in the bedroom. But he hadn't even said anything... much. Hunter resolved he'd just have to let Dave have his way sometimes. When it was a good idea. That Hunter also thought was a good idea. Smiling at his benevolent self-sacrifice, Hunter then snuggled down into his blond bombshell's lap and looked up pleadingly into his beloved's beautiful blue eyes. Shawn would understand. Shawn loved him. He's right, you know, It was a good thing Shawn was fondling Hunter's hair right now or he'd be on the end of a not-pout too, instead he was witness to Hunt's eyes rolling in bliss at the warm, massaging movements. Still, something of his attitude must have been obvious as Shawn shoved and pushed till they were lying down and Hunt could fall into those grey-blue depths as he drifted off to almost-sleep. Shawn's goodnight kiss was everything Hunter had never dared dream off, soft, loving and oh so sexy. ...are incredibly bossy, Hunter... You'll just have to learn how to take orders, too "Oh will I now?" he asked drowsily with a raised brow, although Hunter was happy to have a challenge ahead of him. He had the unpleasant feeling that he'd need some more distractions when it came to their bedroom habits in the future. While the tying up had been successful... mostly... and a turn-on for sure, Hunter knew they couldn't do that every time, or he'd be paying for beds from one end of the country to the other. Shawn snuggling into his arms, brought Hunt's attention back to the here and now, Dave was standing at the end of the bed, looking indecisive and Shawn was not-so-subtly indicating their dark lover should climb in behind him. Pleased with the idea, Hunter decided to push a few more buttons. Just because he could. "Bed David... now." He didn't get smecked, but Shawn's stifled giggle was reward enough, as Dave put out the lights and they shifted and cuddled until all knees, elbows and chins were comfortably arranged. Hunter had never... to his knowledge... slept in a bed with more than one person before and figured that as long as Shawn didn't get squished in the middle, then he was all for it. "'night Loves." He murmured as the comfort and security emanating from the two most important people in his life slowly tugged Hunter into sleep. "I'm having coffee in the morning Dave�and you can't stop me." There was nothing like the body heat of three people to warm a once-lonely heart. ------ Sometime during the early hours of the morning, Hunter woke up, saw where he was, saw who he was with and panicked. The urge to run hit him like a sledge-hammer, but when he tried to get up, he was caught by two sets of strong arms and warm bodies. The panic tried to rise again but was smothered by the heat of lips pressing against his shoulder and the comfort of a large hand on his hip. He made a last, half-hearted effort to leave before succumbing back into sweet sleep, lulled by the sound of twin breathing that brought his own back to a deep steady rhythm. It was okay... he was allowed to be here. **** if you decide to do that, please let me know� Ha. Chris felt his brief flare of grumpiness fade away at Adam�s gentle words. God did he love this man. No-one else in CJ�s life had ever played with him like Adam did, had ever joined in on a joke rather than just rolling his eyes to the heavens and saying �why me?� He�d been called a �handful� enough times in the past to know that his somewhat impetuous ideas were often a turn off for most men rather than the opposite. Except for Adam. The glorious man beside him not only was prepared to put up with all Chris� wild antics but was actively encouraging him to go on a rampage. Even the promise of punishment was merely a game between them to see if they were going to conform to stereotypes, Chris as the outrageous, juvenile one, Adam as the long-suffering mature one. Well yeah� and the stuff Adam had done, like siccing Shane and Rosey onto Austin,�was the sign of a totally responsible adult. Feeling the lovely buzz that came from knowing he might have found a true kindred spirit, Chris smiled up at the ceiling and tried to guess what Adam�s �idea� would be. He doubted it would be anything he wouldn�t do� there wasn�t much that could cause Chris Jericho to blush in this world, he was friends with Stone Cold after all. I'd have to take away every stitch of your clothing and keep it from you for... oh, say 24 hours. Chris� smile widened to jubilant proportions. That was his punishment? But that would be fun� particularly if� oh yeah. It was fortunate for Chris that Adam wasn�t able to see the evil tinge his grin had just acquired, because if he knew his friend and brand new lover at all, he�d definitely suspect something. The fingers tangling in his hair caused CJ�s smile to soften into an affectionate bow, leading him to place his own hand onto Adam�s hip to complete the circuit of body contact. I'm sorry� �Don�t be,� Chris murmured, although he thought Adam might be too far gone into dreamland to hear him. �You�re still a dream come true, even playing Oscar the Grouch every hour� still my dream come true.� As they settled once more for their required forty-eight minutes of sleep, CJ contemplated the day they had before them. Even if Adam did turn into MonsterPsycho when he hurt was fine by Chris, as long as they could do it at home. He didn�t even care which home they were in as long as it had a bed, Adam, food and a stereo, then Chris was easy. Blissfully surrounded by ideas for what he would now call �Naked Tuesday� with Adam, Chris almost didn�t catch his lover�s sleep drowsy words. You're laying on the wrong side. Nodding, Chris sat up and picked up his pillow. Almost asleep himself, he gracefully climbed over the body of his prone boyfriend without bumping so much as an elbow. Tugging the sheets back into place, Chris tossed down his pillow than went for the more pleasant option of Adam�s shoulder. Pressing a small kiss into the warm tanned skin, CJ once again curled his damaged hand into his chest and brought his knees up so they rested against Adam�s hip bone. It was probably a good thing that they were only cat napping, because Chris knew he tended to take over a bed when he was in it and Adam�s condition didn�t allow him the luxury of dealing with LimpetChris. Oh well, so he couldn�t shut up while making love and was a cuddler in bed� there were worse things to be. 5.15am �Fuck!� Chris instinctively curled himself around Adam�s hunched form, the waves of pain radiating off his lover enough to cause sympathetic spasms in his own ribs. He didn�t know where he could touch Adam without perhaps causing more hurt, so he settled for stroking his hair briefly and rubbing gentle circles on the safe area of his shoulder. His own string of curses joined in with Adam�s muffled ones as Chris deduced what had happened. His wristwatch and wallet were now on the floor of the room, while his phone sat innocently not far from Adam�s other fisted hand. When Chris had changed sides he�d forgotten to bring his phone with him. Hoping whatever impact had caused Adam�s agonized reaction wasn�t something that required another hospital visit, Chris moved swiftly over his lover�s body again and climbed off the bed. Placing one hand over Adam�s eyes, he switched on the bed side lamp and searched for the bottle of pain meds Dr. Tom had given them. Reading the label, Chris counted the hours and decided that Adam didn�t have a bleed� his command of English swear words certainly wasn�t in doubt� and that he could handle the prescription they�d been given. �Here Babe, time for the drugs I think.� Chris sat beside Adam who was still curled in a fetal position and pulled his free hand into his lap. Gently stroking the clenched fingers, Chris waited until they unfurled before dropping two of the white pills into Adam�s hand. The bottle of water by the bed would be tepid by now, but at least it would let Adam get the medication into his system and perhaps a few more hours sleep. This time he�d set the alarm for nine am,�that would at least keep them functional for the next day. After taking the pills, Adam seemed to relax a little as the pain from his abused torso receded and CJ was able to climb back in beside him� on the right side� without causing too much drama. Phone now beside his ear rather than his lover�s, Chris smoothly tugged Adam into his arms, situating the blond head onto his shoulder. �Some language you have there Lover. I thought I was the one with the trash mouth in this relationship, glad to know you�ll be able to hold your own.� Feeling Adam�s sigh, CJ settled back to sleep for hopefully the last time this morning. �And as to the �naked� thing� well, I think I�ll take my chances. If anyone needs to lighten up a bit it�s Shelton.� Trying not to grin, Chris sank into an exhausted sleep. **** After stripping off his T-shirt, Sean laid claim to Glen's mouth with passionate intensity. Tonight was going to be one of those times that they tucked away in the back of their minds to take out at a later date when they were old and gray. One of those memories that started with... 'Remember the first time that...' Sean was determined that when they pulled out that memory, there would be nothing to mar the event. Glen's first time, and only time, hadn't been worth remembering. This one... this one would be. Slipping off the bed, he rummaged through his bag for the necessary item before turning back to the bed. Glen was still sitting where he had been and truth be told, he looked a little green about the edges. The best thing that Sean could do would be to not give Glen time to think about what was coming. Raising a brow at his lover, he smirked. "You know, this will work much better if you're naked. A little cooperation, lover?" A quiet snort and a roll of his eyes were pretty much the expected reactions and Glen didn't disappoint him. The shy smile was a nice bonus. Sean watched appreciatively as Glen stood and stripped off his jeans. The strength of his lover's body was something that Sean loved, even if it did occasionally work against him whenever Glen decided to haul him around like a sack of feed. As his eyes roamed over all that milk-white skin, it came to Sean in a flash how to set his lover more at ease. Tossing the tube he'd grabbed from the bag back inside, he bent to dig through Glen's bag instead. In a smooth motion, he snagged a bottle from the bag, rose to his feet, and sauntered to Glen's side. Tracing one finger over an angular hip, Sean tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled up at his lover. Glen raised a brow over this unusually demure display by Sean. In the blink of an eye, the flat of Sean's hand landed sharply on Glen's bare ass, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing loudly in the room, and the shy smile melded into an utterly wicked little smirk. "Ow! What the... Sean!" Despite the glare now aimed at him, Sean continued smirking. "Lay down on your stomach and I'll kiss it better." Glen's eyes narrowed at him for a moment before the big man turned and did as requested. Jumping agilely onto the bed, Sean straddled Glen's thighs while being sure that the towel separated their skin from touching, except for where his knees framed his lover's hips. Contorting himself like a pretzel, Sean dropped light scattered kisses all over the now dark pink handprint on Glen's behind. At the first touch of his lips, Glen had tensed but by the time he was done with the loudly smacking pecks his lover was laughing and trying to turn to swat at his head. Perfect. ----- He was terribly nervous, yet at the same time incredibly determined. It was something he wanted to share with Sean and he wasn't going to let one incident with some idiot from years ago stop him from having it. That didn't mean that he wasn't going to be affected by that incident, but with the trust he had in his lover he'd get past it. Sean's teasing lightened his mood, though he played at being irritated as he always did when Sean started his teasing, Glen smiled while he stripped off his jeans. He hadn't fallen for the innocent act when his lover approached him, but he honestly hadn't anticipated the slap... or the offer to kiss it better. Sean was definitely up to something... he just wasn't sure what. Still he stretched out on the bed, laughing when Sean spread loud tiny kisses over the abused area. Sean was insane, but it was only one of the reasons he loved his partner. Once he was done with the butterfly kisses, Sean shifted his position so that he was now sitting just above the swell of his ass. The towel was still present between them so except for a small grunt, which he knew would annoy his lover, he didn't react at all to the new positioning. The splash of something wet against his back surprised him momentarily. He'd thought that Sean had grabbed the lube from his own bag, but obviously he'd changed his mind. The sensation of warmth spreading at the top of his spine as Sean blew against his skin and the smell of watermelon confirmed it. Sean was giving him a massage...? Now...? Well, okay then. "Jeez, Glen, you need to get some sun, babe. You're whiter than I am and I just didn't think that was possible." His irritated growl dissolved into a loud moan as Sean's fingers dug into tensed shoulder muscles and an agile tongue swirled over the top of his spine. The heating properties of the oil warmed his skin with each stroke of Sean's hands and each slowly expelled breath from Sean's mouth. He was feeling incredibly relaxed by the time Sean reached the area between his shoulder blades... until Sean moved. The slightest wiggle of those slim hips and his lover's hard length was now settled along the cleft of his ass... minus the towel. He was well aware of the way his body immediately tensed and he knew without a doubt that Sean had noticed it as well, even if he didn't acknowledge it. Sean's hands continued their work without so much as a pause and eventually his magic fingers had Glen feeling like a puddle of goo once again. When those spellbinding hands reached his lower back, Sean shifted once again, wedging one knee between Glen's and spreading them so that he could settle between. Another brief moment of tension and then he settled once again, the prodding fingers relaxing the muscles at the base of his spine. All of a sudden that wet warm liquid was spilled in a stream between the pale white globes of his ass. Glen braced himself, somehow knowing that it wouldn't change what was about to happen. The expected breath of air followed almost immediately and Glen's back arched at an almost incredible angle as his fingers tangled in the sheets. "Oh f... fuck... Sean!" Sean's laughter was just barely audible underneath Glen's loud roar. As he fell prone on the sheets, his breathing harsh and uneven, Sean made his move. Glen was so busy focusing on trying to breathe that he barely noticed the small finger slipping inside his passage. He did notice the increased heat as Sean ran his tongue around the edge of that finger. He also noticed the intense tingling sensation shooting through to his cock as Sean withdrew the finger part-way and then slowly pushed it back in. Gasping and moaning, his fingers clenched once again on the sheets beneath him. As he became accustomed to Sean's repetitive actions, his body slowly relaxed once again. No sooner had he caught his breath than he asked for more. Sean kept up his actions for another minute with no indication that he'd heard his lover's plea and when Glen wasn't expecting him to give in, Sean did. The second finger was more noticeable than the first, but aside from a slightly uncomfortable pressure, his body accepted it readily. A heartbeat later, Sean blew his warm breath over the lotion that had splashed over his balls and simultaneously nudged his prostate. Glen roared once again, this time wordlessly, but at twice the volume, the needy sound echoing loudly in the small room. His hips shifted erratically, forcing his steel-hard length against the mattress below. As Sean withdrew and thrust his fingers, repeatedly nudging that sensitive spot inside him, Glen buried his face in the mattress to stifle the moans and whimpers falling heedlessly from his mouth. Finally he could take no more. If Sean didn't take him soon, he wouldn't get the chance... it'd be all over. "Sean... please... now." ----- By keeping Glen preoccupied with other things, Sean had managed to get him prepared in little time. It had worked... thankfully. Sean smiled as Glen finally gave him the words he'd been waiting for. Glen's little whimper as he pulled his fingers free sent a sharp throbbing through the length of his shaft. Without thought, he grabbed the bottle and splashed some in his hand, stroking it quickly over his entire length. "Oh my god... " The strangled words barely made it through his lips. He hadn't been thinking... obviously. The heat rocketing through his cock had him clenching his teeth. He should have grabbed the regular lube for this part... it was a mistake he wouldn't make again. At least he didn't have to worry about lasting too long. Glen was on the verge already and his reaction to Sean's blunder should be quite... interesting. Taking a very deep breath, he poised himself at Glen's entrance. "Ready baby?" The vigorous nod would have sufficed, but Glen had gained his second wind again. "Please Sean... now... I need..." If not for his barely held control, he might have laughed. Glen just didn't have a quiet mode when it came to sex... this time was no different. One hand on Glen's hip, the other steadying his shaft, he pushed slowly forward into Glen's warm entrance with one smooth stroke until he was fully seated... and just about stopped breathing. He thought Glen might have joined him... until his lover bellowed. "Are you trying to kill me?" Sean's head dropped forward, his laughter smothered against Glen's back. Once he finally gained control of himself, he sat up, his hips shifted and a bolt of electricity ricocheted through his groin in accompaniment to Glen's sudden intake of breath. "I forgot." "You forgo... ? You forgot?" That shout was followed by a hearty growl. Sean slipped his hand underneath Glen's hips, wrapping it around his lover's satin-covered steel shaft. Withdrawing slowly, he thrust firmly back inside while swiveling his hips. The motion forced Glen's length through his hand and he was rewarded with a low husky moan. The next stroke of his shaft sent a ripple of heat through him, head to toe, and earned him a loud gasp of pleasure from the man beneath him. A slight shift of his body and he was rewarded with the wail that he'd been hoping for. Having found Glen's prostate, Sean exploited it ruthlessly in a bid to have his lover reach his release first. The heat from the oil was in-fucking-credible and he knew he wasn't going to last for much longer. Despite the fact that Glen could no longer form words, it didn't quiet him down at all. Each thrust evoked a reaction... all of them loud. Luckily for those in neighboring rooms, it didn't last long at all. Another dozen strokes, give or take a few, and Glen managed to find one more word as he drug Sean over the edge with him. "Sean!" **** He was still grinning, Dave noted as he washed his hands once again. People were going to think he'd lost his mind if he didn't manage to find his control by Sunday. Thank god he wasn't wrestling Shawn or Hunter at the pay per view. Surely he'd be able to summon up a nice healthy 'Animal scowl' for Maven... surely. Sunday... pay per view... Shawn and Hunter... 'Hell in a Cell'... Well that did it. He was going to have to watch Shawn and Hunter beat the living hell out of each other... in the 'cell'... from backstage... by himself. Looking into the mirror once again, he saw that he had indeed found his scowl. No. He was not going to dwell on this right now. He could hold it off until Saturday at the very least... then he could turn into a basket-case, though he'd be damned if anyone else knew it. He'd already watched the previous 'Hell in a Cell' matches that both his lovers had been in because he'd known it would be a rough match for him to sit through as just a friend. Now though... knowing what he knew, having acknowledged his own feelings for both of them, knowing how they felt about him... it was going to be a thousand times worse. And he so did not have time for this... Sure that if he didn't find his way out of the bathroom soon, Shawn or Hunter or both of them would be coming in to drag him out, Dave scowled at himself one more time in the mirror before turning and walking back into the bedroom. As he passed through the doorway, he found his smile once again, gazing upon the two cuddled up in the bed. Who the hell wouldn't smile when faced with the prospect of joining them? "You'll just have to learn how to take orders, too." Oh... maybe someone that had just been handed some incredibly hot fantasy material yet couldn't put it to the test at the moment? Biting his lip, his nostrils flaring, Dave settled his hands on his hips and stared at the floor for a full minute as he fought the shiver trying to work its way through his frame. Not that he could actually do anything about it right now anyway... he was wiped out. Shawn was a terrible, terrible tease. Dave would so make him pay up for that later. Looking up again, he caught the unspoken request in Shawn's eyes. His eyes shifted to the spot next to Shawn, but his mind chose that rather inconvenient moment to remind him of something Shawn had said earlier. "And even if I hadn't heard you moan both mine and Hunter's names while you were dreaming... " He swallowed harshly even as he forced himself not to fidget. How in the hell was he going to sleep in the same bed with both of them? After the events of the day and all the teasing, his dreams were bound to be even more detailed. Thanks to Shawn's last comment they might even bend towards the bondage and domination variety. Wouldn't it be just lovely if they ended up thinking he was a complete psycho because he couldn't control his mouth while he was sleeping? He couldn't chance it... he just couldn't. An excuse... he needed an excuse. Working out? Yeah, right. Like either of them would buy that at this time of the night. Shower? Ha! They'd accuse him of hiding out in the bathroom for some insane reason that would be nowhere near the truth. He wasn't tired? Meh... they'd both know better. Maybe he could just lay there and not go to sleep and then once the two of them went to sleep he could... "Bed David... now." A gag. That's what he was buying Hunt for his birthday next month. He might even get a ball gag, just to see the look on Hunter's face when he opened it. Walking to the head of the bed, he turned out the lights, stuck his tongue out at Hunter, and then climbed into the bed. He managed to spare a big grin for all the wiggling required to make them all comfortable. "'Night Loves." "'Night darlin'. 'Night sweetheart." "I'm having coffee in the morning Dave and you can't stop me." He didn't think Hunter would have heard him even if he had replied. Too bad. Hunter'd have to figure it out all on his own when Dave found a way to substitute decaf for his regular coffee. Maybe if he'd consider taking up coffee himself, he would have managed to stay awake longer than he did. Before he could stop himself, the comfort and heat of his lovers' bodies lulled him into an easy slumber. **** Clenching his teeth, Mark fought back the growl that wanted to escape as he watched Jeff smile wickedly before... not moving. The tight heat pulsing along his length was almost torturous as he waited, his eyes never leaving Jeff's face. He wanted so badly to move, to thrust, to do something to soothe the burning that was itching along his nerve endings, but he wasn't about to force Jeff to do anything. No matter how much it was killing him, he'd wait until his lover---ignoring the bright flash in the back of his mind and the odd tightening in his heart at that word---was ready. The sensation of Jeff squeezing against him nearly made Mark's eyes roll back in his head. The repetition forced a muttered curse out of him as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the slender hips, his eyes burning from the lust sizzling through him. Resolving that if Jeff didn't move soon, he was going to turn them over and drive into that body like he wanted to until they were both screaming. And then Jeff moved. A low moan matched the deep purr emanating from the younger man as Mark's hips rose to match Jeff's slow movement, his hands shifting to support his lover. The slow drag upward, the hard push down... The sensation of that satin heat grinding against his aching cock brought noises to Mark's lips that he wasn't aware of making as his body shuddered closer to its goal, his hips rising and falling to meet each movement. Staring unblinkingly as Jeff leaned backwards, Mark's eyes were drawn to the hard shaft rising from between Jeff's thighs, the head already slick. Forcing himself to release Jeff's hip with one hand, he wrapped his fingers around the silky flesh, rubbing the slickness into the soft skin as he learned its contours, stroking in time with their movements, Jeff's gasps and whimpers a counterpoint to his own low growls as they increased their tempo. A shift, a whimper... a hard thrust and a groan... a stroke and a gasp... Mark's movements lost their regularity as he gave himself over to the need burning through his veins, his sight narrowing, pushing upward with�hard�thrusts of his hips as Jeff ground down against him. A sudden cry, and he was captivated by the sight of Jeff arching impossibly further back as the cock in his hand swelled against his tight grip, pulsing out his lover's release. The sight was all it took for his own climax, his hips snapping upward one last time as his back arched, his orgasm taking his breath away, leaving only a deep growl behind. Eyes shut, Mark was aware of Jeff falling against him and his arms wrapped around him, not wanting Jeff to leave him just yet. To be honest with himself, he didn't want Jeff to ever leave him... but that was something to be dealt with later. Pushing the thought away, he raised reluctant eyelids to savour the sight of a tousled, well-fucked Jeff looking contentedly back at him and discovered that he was smiling at the sight. Making a wordless noise, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against the surprisingly soft lips, his hands stroking idly across the expanse of Jeff's back as he lost himself to the moment. **** No more tonight, Kevin reminded his body with a resigned thought. Even if watching Scott eat his dessert was incredible torture... Watching the pink tongue flick at the white cream on his lips sent a faint shiver down Kevin's spine, but he resolutely ignored it. Not that he was oblivious to the fact that Scott was doing it on purpose, but he'd worry about that later. Both of them were too wiped out for anything else to happen right now, and honestly, he was more looking forward to just holding his lover while they slept. They'd been back together a short enough time that just that simple act was still a gift to him. Being able to sleep together with Scotty in their own bed in their own home would be even better, but Kevin was going to treasure every moment they spent together. Their time apart had taught him how valuable those moments were. Taking the dish from Scott, Kevin put it back on the tray and moved the cart enough so that he wouldn't trip over it in the morning. He'd intended to put it outside the room for one of the bellboys to pick up, but with the way Scott was looking at him he wasn't about to get up unnecessarily. He did take a moment to strip his jeans off again, but that took barely any time, and then he flicked the light off and laid back again, barely sitting back before Scott pulled him down and kissed him. Just a gentle kiss, but the pure love in it sent a twinge to Kevin's heart as he returned it, smiling at the quiet noise that Scotty made. His lover was always vocal, no matter what he might claim, and Kev would never get tired of hearing him. Shifting slightly to get comfortable against the pillows, he sighed softly himself in contentment as Scott draped himself over Kev's body, curling his own arm around Scott's body as he pulled the blankets into place. "Love you, Kev." Smiling as he felt Scott relax into sleep, Kevin pressed a kiss to the dark curls that would probably tickle the sensitive spot under his ear all night long. This was what he'd missed, the sheer presence of Scott, knowing that the last thing he'd see at night was the familiar face relaxing next to him and that the first thing he'd see in the morning would be those beloved eyes sparkling back at him. Rubbing his thumb in a circle against the skin of Scott's back, Kevin silently thanked whatever power had allowed them to work this out and come together again. He hadn't been complete without Scott, had been utterly miserable by himself, and now that they had each other again, nothing would ever come between them again. "I love you too, Scott," he said quietly into the darkness before allowing his eyes to close. **** The tickle of Sean's beard as his lover pressed feather-light kisses across his back were the first thing he became aware of as the languorous fog cleared from his head. His harsh heavy breathing echoed by Sean's was the second. The comforting weight of his lover molded against his body was the third. "You enjoyed it." He could hear the smug smile in Sean's voice, even if he couldn't see it on his face. Shivering as Sean withdrew from his body, he had to agree with what Sean had said... at least in his head. He certainly had enjoyed it. In fact it most likely ranked right up there in the top three experiences of his life... the other two involving Sean as well. Still... Sean sounded just a little bit too smug and a little bit of teasing never hurt when it came to the two of them. "Maybe." "M... maybe? Are you kidding me? You were screaming like a porn star." Smothering his grin in the sheets, Glen had to admit that his lover certainly had a way with words. Rolling to his side, he dumped Sean off his back and then turned to face the man. His face as straight as could be, he shrugged lightly. Awww. Sean was pouting. He'd end up giving in... he always did, but not just yet. "Don't I always? Maybe I was just practicing... you know for that contest you're so hyped on having." He finally allowed the grin he'd been holding back to shine through. Sean's mouth dropped open and it was all Glen could do not to laugh. "Prac... practicing? Are you trying to tell me that you were... faking?" The narrowing of those beloved chocolate eyes and the accompanying growl finally set him off. Glen laughed loudly and reached out to tweak Sean's nose. He found himself flat on his back a second later. "You are such a bitch." "I know, but you love me anyway." "God knows why." Glen poked Sean lightly in the ribs and got a scowl in return. Flipping his curly hair back out of his eyes, Sean folded his arms atop Glen's chest and rested his chin against his crossed forearms. His eyes were still flashing a few sparks. He'd have to give in now. "I wasn't faking. It was everything I was hoping for... better actually. I'm glad that I asked. I'm glad that I waited. And I'm glad that it was you. I love you, Sean." By the time he was finished Sean's glare was replaced by a sweetly goofy grin. Moving one hand slightly, Sean pinched Glen's nipple... hard. Chuckling over the 'Ow!' that his pinch had elicited, Sean leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss against the big man's lips. "I'm glad too, Glen. Love you." Pillowing his head on his arms, Sean closed his eyes. "'Night 'night... my big slug." Glen's quiet snort was muffled against dark curls as he pressed his lips against the top of Sean's head. "'Night baby." **** Thankfully the bedside light didn't send shooting pains through his head when Chris turned it on. His headache seemed to have disappeared sometime during the hours they'd been napping, which was probably a good thing considering the state of his ribs at the moment. "Here Babe, time for the drugs I think." He managed to swallow the pills with a sip of water. In all honesty, he hadn't really wanted to take them because of the risks, but in this case he would make an exception. He made a decision that he'd take some for the trip home tomorrow, but after that he'd make Chris promise to put them up somewhere and then forget where he put them. Having managed to make it through major neck surgery without acquiring an addiction to pain medication, he wasn't about to let a few cracked ribs pose a threat. It would be much easier to avoid this time as well since he had Chris to see him through his recovery. Besides the threat of addiction, there was also the problem he seemed to have with Codeine. In the past when he'd taken it, he'd had one of the unusual side affects of extreme euphoria. One of his big problems was that if he didn't feel the pain then he tended to pretend the injury didn't exist at all. The incident where Chris had found him writhing in pain was a prime example of what happened when he medicated his pain... he ended up in even worse pain by overdoing. It also tended to make him act... just a bit goofy. He really didn't need any help there at all. As Chris settled on the bed and pulled him close, Adam thought that maybe this was the best medicine in the world. Cuddling close to Chris, the smooth warm skin of Chris' chest against his face, was already making him feel better. The quiet hum of Chris' voice almost echoed in stereo with the vibrations in his chest. He smirked as he considered the obscenities that he'd most likely verbalized. Through the blur of pain, it had been an instinctive reaction and he couldn't really remember what all might have left his mouth. He could imagine though. He'd hung out with some rather interesting people when he was younger and had picked up an extensive range of curses. He still wasn't sure he could match up to Chris though. "And as to the �naked� thing�well, I think I�ll take my chances. If anyone needs to lighten up a bit it�s Shelton." He was definitely charging the battery for the video camera as soon as they made it home. The camera would be the first thing he packed when they got ready to leave too. No way was he going to miss that kind of footage. Shelton certainly did need to lighten up, but Adam was actually more interested in the way Randy would react. It would be especially interesting if they managed to somehow sneak the IC championship out of Randy's possession and Chris wore it when he performed his little visual exhibition. He'd suggest just that in the morning. As he felt the tug of sleep pulling at him, he tossed an arm carefully across Chris' abdomen. Thinking of Randy's reaction naturally led to thoughts of the conversation he'd had with Steve earlier that night. He wondered how that conversation had gone. Maybe they'd run into Steve in the morning and find out. If Randy had turned Steve down then the guy was a complete fool. **** to be continued...

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