"ITVR: Chapter 70"
Mornings.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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An intense feeling of warmth and comfort greeted him as he woke, though he really could have done without the light shining in his eyes. Dave buried his face against the warm shoulder beside him for a moment, as he considered going back to sleep. With a quiet sigh of resignation, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He'd come awake as usual with crystal clearness and once he was actually awake, it was futile to try to snatch any extra time at all. Climbing quietly from the bed, he rearranged the sheets to cover Shawn's side. Raising his hands over his head, he stretched the normal daily kinks from his body. One didn't work in their business and not wake up with a few points of irritation at the beginning of each day. Luckily he was still at the point where a bit of stretching rendered him mostly pain-free for the rest of the day. Walking over to the curtains, he adjusted them so that the pesky beam of light wouldn't disturb his lovers. He took a moment to watch them, completely conscious of the beautiful picture they made together. Wrapped around each other, they slumbered, looking almost innocent. Yeah, right. The thought still made Dave smile though. He couldn't just sit and watch them until they woke up. They might find that kind of creepy. Showering was out of the question, because he didn't want to disturb them. They both worked way too hard most of the time and any rest they could get, they deserved. What to do with himself...? The gym. Perfect! He could get in a workout and take a bit of time to think as well. Grabbing a pair of black cotton briefs --while mentally sticking his tongue out at Shawn-- a pair of sweatpants, and a T-shirt, he slipped them on quickly. A pair of socks and his sneakers from his suitcase completed his ensemble. Dave grabbed the keycard off the dresser and stuck it in his workout bag with a fresh change of clothes... he'd shower in the gym before he came back. Only one thing left to do... Scribbling out a quick note to let Hunter and Shawn know where he'd gone, he placed it on the nightstand by the telephone. With one last look at his lovers entwined together on the bed, he headed out the door and down to the gym. ----- Surprisingly, even though it was close to 10:15 in the morning, there were very few people in the gym. Luckily the few that were in there didn't seem to be fans of the show. No nasty glares, no one trying to size him up, and no one asking for autographs... not that he had much of a problem with that yet. He just had too much on his mind to try to stay in character right now... then again... maybe not. Serious thoughts seemed to be the theme of the hour as he sat down at the rowing machine. He still had an occasional worry about his previous injury and tended to work his back, shoulders, and arms regularly even if he didn't get in a full workout. That wasn't what was on his mind today though as he went through the repetitious motions. Today he focused on the two men that he'd left upstairs. Despite the fabulous night they'd shared, he couldn't help but wonder if this would all work out for them. There were a few things riding against them, though they seemed to have sailed past other problems with flying colors so far. Steph seemed to be on their side and that thrilled him. Though it might take awhile to get used to her, having Hunter's wife's approval was a huge plus for them. They also had Ric's support, if his comments on the plane and in the locker room were anything to go by. And as far as he knew the rest of the members of the Clique had no objections. Still... the negatives were sort of daunting. Vince having been forced to accept their relationship against his will did not settle well with Dave and he was curious as to what exactly Vince's objection had been. The fact that Vince had requested that he stay and the others leave the office was like a flashing beacon. Obviously there was a problem regarding him and he'd have liked to know what it was. Maybe he'd corner Vince on Sunday or Monday and figure out exactly what it was... if he could get away from Hunter and Shawn long enough. Somehow he doubted that Vince would be open about it in front of them, but maybe if he could get the man alone... Dave sighed as he climbed off the rowing machine and walked over to a treadmill, wiping his face with a towel as he went. As he settled into a comfortable jog on the machine, he admitted to himself that Vince wasn't the biggest obstacle he was facing. The reason that he was still so unsettled about this relationship... the reason that he was down in the gym at 11:15 in the morning instead of upstairs in bed, lazing around... was Shawn. He was being terribly impatient and it wasn't really fair to examine the thing so closely this early on, but quite honestly he was nervous as hell. What if Shawn, for some reason or other, just couldn't love him in the end. Would he be able to walk away from both Shawn and Hunter if it came down to it? Would he stay even if Shawn's feelings didn't change... could he? Dave knew the answer to that if he were really honest with himself. It would be unbearable being around his perky blond lover if those feelings didn't develop. Within less than 48 hours he had already invested his whole being in this relationship on the chance that it might work out. If it didn't, he wasn't sure how he'd survive having to leave, especially knowing that Hunter returned his feelings. Walking away from both men would leave bleeding wounds that he wouldn't get over for a very, very long time. Would walking away now be for the best? It wouldn't get any easier if he had to do it later. The longer he stayed with them, the deeper in he'd be... the harder it would be to let them go if he had to. But, god help him, he didn't want to walk away. He wasn't sure that he could now that he knew what it was like to be with them... to feel their hands on his body... to have Shawn inside him. He'd given them every bit of himself that he could so far... and he would keep on doing so. He couldn't leave. He just couldn't. **** Randy hadn't realised he was doing violent laps of the room until he almost broke his knee on the coffee table. Never in this lifetime would Randy Orton whore his ass out for a title, any title.�It was just the 'idea', that Hunter, a man whom Randy had felt a boatload of respect for, would use someone that way, that caused Randy to feel almost sick. Glaring down at the bible resting innocently on�the laminate surface, he let Terry's soothing words of support wash over him, even as they sparked his anger even further. Well, I don't think you're anyone's bitch, Randy. Good, because if he did then this call would be over, there would be imprints from his fingers in the phone�and something�medieval�would be happening to the coffee table. And the door. Popping Austin in the face last night... His knees buckling beneath him Randy sank to the floor and rested his naked back against the bed. Just as it had last night, his anger drained out of him and became something else... but this time it wasn't tearing sobs. No. This time, that horrible headache behind his eyes and the trembling of his fingers�was converted into white-hot rage that left him scarily calm. Terry had seen them. Randy and Steve. Breathing evenly, Randy listened as Terry talked. The other man was on Randy's side apparently. He deserved it. Yes, he did. Austin's a bigger man-whore than Copeland... Yes, he is. Steve Austin isn't capable of sticking to one person. No, he isn't. ...he'd be nailing anything that moved... More than likely. "I... I wouldn't be surprised either. He's all over Jericho whenever that little loud-mouth's around..." showering Chris with affection and laughter, "...yeah... he'd just be using me. I can see how it would be. He's a fucker Terry and if he thinks he can string me along then he's gonna get his ass kicked..." Because nobody played Randy Orton. He didn't care if he wasn't as experienced as his opponent, Randy was feeling pretty psychotic and ready to show the world exactly what he was made of. So why don't you show him Randy?... Take Copeland out... how do you think Austin's going to feel about that? Randy knew exactly how that would make Steve... No! Stone Cold dammit, he's not your boyfriend, feel. But even so, the thought of deliberately hurting a fellow wrestler was something Randy had never before contemplated. It was a pretty sick way of getting revenge though. His shield of rage flickered for an instant. "Shit man, you're serious? Fuck, I don't know. In the ring? Shit Terry... I..." If was going to do this, do it right, then he couldn't back down now. This was the only way to get rid of the white-hot shield around his emotions, the ugly plan they were making the only way to get rid of it all. Infusing his voice with all the malice he hadn't known he was capable of, Randy joined his mind to Terry's. "...Fuck it! You're right. Fuck them. If Copeland's out of commission again, then that little blond bastard will be so messed up Austin will suffer just by fuckin' proxy." But from what Maven had said, Terry had already taken Copeland out last night. Why go after the man a second time, when they had plenty of other targets for their ire. Feeling himself relax somewhat as his plans began to formulate, Randy snagged the shirt he dropped on the floor and slipped it one, switching the phone to his other ear as he listened for Terry's explanation. "Why don't you do it yourself man? Didn't you pick a fight with the guy last night anyway?" All I did was defend myself... I did what I had to do... you need to do... Get back at Austin. The thing was, the person Randy was right now knew a much better way of hurting Austin than Terry did. Surprised that Terry wouldn't see the obvious target, Randy did up his belt while asking. "But that smart-ass Chris has been asking to be smacked in the mouth for years Terry. Why not go after him? That messes with both Adam and St... Stone Cold's heads at the same time, right? Gets two birds for the price of one pain in the ass." Although anyone who thought they could easily hurt Jericho in the ring was a fool. Randy wasn't about to take his task lightly. He'd thought this was going to be a hell of a week and it looked like it was going to be fucking unreal if Terry was serious about this. The other man's reassurances and promises, Randy just filed away under the cool overcoat of his rage, the actual plan didn't matter, it was the concept that had brought him in to this rotten little thing. You wouldn't make it out of the ring... Vince can't go and give him your IC title... your plans for Hunter and Vince... you are already slated to get a shot at the title... Nodding his agreement even though Terry could see him, Randy fixed his watch to his wrist and neatly packed his bag. His rage protected him now, all of last night's emotions�had shriveled under the blistering heat and Randy found he really didn't care. Only Terry's mention on Dave Batista sparked the slightest reaction from him, strong brow furrowing for a second in thought before smoothing back into the pleasant 'fuck you' face he was such a master at. I'll head to Dayton and wait at the hotel. Fine by Randy. "Good, see you there." He barely even registered the 'baby' as they hung up. By Monday night, Terry could call him�anything he wanted as far as Randy was concerned. After next week's Raw, he'd have nothing... or maybe everything. **** Jeff had been watching Mark sleep for nearly an hour, his internal alarm waking him at 7am and then every subsequent hour until he got his lazy ass out of bed. This morning however, he hadn't needed to get up. There was no flight to catch, no breakfast to cook and no brother to annoy. Instead he'd awoken still cuddled into the large warm body wrapped so intimately around his. Jeff had thought he would have�liked to remain in bed forever. This last�awakening though, almost ten by his watch,�Jeff hadn't curled back around Mark, hadn't kissed the long arm he'd pillowed his head on and blissfully shut his eyes. No, this time, Jeff had moved away, careful not to wake his sleeping lover, until he could sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed and just look his fill. Mark looked ten years younger when he was asleep... as most people did. The concerns of their day to day lives falling away while their minds wandered in shifting dreams, slow even breaths relaxing tension tight�shoulders and iron jaws. Slowly pulling back the sheet until Mark was bare from the hips upwards, Jeff memorised every inch of skin, every fine trace of ink and warm pulse of flesh until he was sure he'd have a perfect mental image. It would need to last a lifetime. But when his eyes had finished feasting, Jeff knew his body was demanding it's share. It was morning after all and he was only twenty-six. Some things were a given. Sexy, naked man in the same bed and Jeff was horny as hell, fortunately a long lingering glance showed that Mark felt the same... even if he was still asleep. While last night's love-making had certainly been fucking hot as well as mutually satisfying, Jeff knew there were a million and one other things he wanted to do with Mark or more importantly... have Mark do to him. But first on his list, was something he'd been too greedy to allow himself last night and now had the time, and stamina, to fully indulge. Scooting back, Jeff gently insinuated himself between Mark's long, long legs and began to slowly kiss the strong, muscular thighs banding his head. The brief touches weren't enough to jolt Mark awake, but if they were duplicated in Mark's dream-fogged mind, then Jeff could bring his lover to reality in the best of possible ways. Changing from kisses to delicate licks, Jeff reached the half hard, and getting harder length�and stroked his tongue lovingly around the base. Peppering the satin-like skin up the shaft with small playful nips, he parted his lips to suck slowly at the enlarged head. Now fiercely interested, the cock in his mouth twitched at his attentions, while�the man beneath him moaned at�what was, hopefully, some damn fine�sensations. Feeling his own erection jump at the sound, Jeff�put little more enthusiasm�into his task. Taking a tour of the skin around Mark's cock and the wild weight of his balls, he committed every scent, every sound to that same mental picture. Jeff craved the taste of Mark's seed in his mouth, wanted the slight stickiness on his lips�like it was still in his ass from last night. He�needed�to be marked, body and soul�by his lover, even if it was only a temporary ownership. Even if it was already over. Mark's burning green eyes had opened by the time Jeff finished his little oral tour and were looking at him with an expression at once stunned, half-asleep and turned-on. Feeling a delighted bubble swirl up from his stomach at the look, Jeff was on the verge of winking naughtily and going back to his task when he saw it. Again. The barest hint of imperfection in an amazingly perfect man.�It had been there for years, that shard of sadness and although Jeff�didn't know who it was for, Shannon had never said, he still had�his suspicions. Everyone did. A man as compelling as Mark didn't just drop off the dating radar for months without people noticing, but despite all speculation the name of his mystery lover never became common gossip. It was a credit to Shannon that�his relationship with Mark�had remained private in the face of speculation backstage. But really, it didn't matter who it was. The person who had won Mark's heart still owned it and strangely enough, Jeff didn't even really feel jealous. Feeling that bubble burst under the weight of reality, Jeff still winked but his smile might have also been tinged with sadness.�He knew how he could take away that�spear of pain he�had seen�smoldering in Mark�s beautiful eyes, take away the concern and the emotion Jeff�guessed all too quickly was guilt. Reaching up, he traced his fingers across Mark�s eyelids, the whisper light touch causing those beloved eyes to close �It's okay Mark� It�s okay,� his voice was wrong, but it was close enough. Everybody always said how close he was. �Just� pretend I�m him� it�s okay� just pretend..." **** Ignoring the reference to the "pretty" feud, Chris� lips twitched up into a naughty smile as Adam moved his hands away from their skin. He severely doubted he�d have the ability to keep said hands off his lover�s gorgeous flesh, but for Adam he was willing to give it his best shot. Knowing his limits would be tested, CJ let the languorous mood of morning flood through him like the sunlight spilling onto their bed. They weren�t in any hurry here, all the time in the world belonged to them until they felt like flying home. Chris moved about ten inches to the side of his prone lover then sat up, his weight resting on hip and hand so he could look down at the lovely body sprawled so enticingly close to his. Not close enough, became CJ�s mantra thirty seconds later, as Adam�s fingers started skimming over smooth tanned skin with deliberate, teasing strokes. Feeling his hormones begin to start a war with his iron control, Chris�s fingers twitched against the area of sheet between them, mirroring the circles and directions taken by Adam�s hands, but onto a far less erotic surface. His hand was just moments away from participating in the sensual journey, when Adam�s reprimand caught Chris and the knowing smirk forced his palm regretfully back to it�s original position. This at least gave Chris� willpower some very much needed ammunition and he managed to keep his fingers curled into the sheet rather than reaching for that smooth as silk patch of skin on Adam�s hip. He was really getting quite fond of that small territory and felt ready to declare it a state of Jericho. Knowing he was on the verge of vocalizing some kind of bizarre frenetic commentary, he firmly bit his lower lip between his teeth to stifle any misplaced words. Sometimes being a �talker� was a good thing. While watching your boyfriend pleasure himself in front of you wasn�t really one of those times. Besides, he�d die if he threw Adam off his stroke. Speaking of noises, which Chris dutifully wasn�t, it was also the sounds that were causing his willpower to attempt a strategic retreat. Particularly sensitive to music in all its varied forms, Chris felt the noises coming from his lover�s lush mouth were the finest notes ever made. The combination of their rampant breathing, interspersed with quiet groans was becoming almost melodious. If you could call something that might belong in a porno, a melody. Even the briefest hitch of breath, as Adam�s wandering hand finally reached his raging hard-on, was enough to bring forth an answering gasp from Chris, another note in their harmony. He was seriously thinking he�d made the worst possible choice of three, no way could this kind of torture be legal, when CJ�s hormones launched a nuclear strike on his willpower. Entirely unsurprised when his misbehaving hand was swatted away, Chris lifted his well-smacked hand to his mouth and replaced his lip with his forefinger. Fortunately at that moment Adam took pity on CJ and caught up his soon to be bruised by his teeth hand, into a loving kiss. His damaged hand, lay obediently on the pillow, unable to move without CJ doing a face plant into the mattress, so it was under control. But Adam� beautiful, sexy Adam, had just started to thrust his hips up into the air, the strong, skilled hand on his sex, moving and twisting in such a way, that Chris was hypnotized by the rhythm. A small, clever part of Chris� brain was furiously scribbling notes as to what caused what kind of reaction in Adam. A moan from this, a gasp from that and most interestingly, a silent shudder with just the faintest of touches on the round, swollen head. Knowing that Adam couldn�t be far from climax, if his symphony of groans was anything to go by, Chris dragged his eyes away from the long fingers causing such beautiful reactions and swept his gaze hungrily up the strong muscled chest to Adam�s face. What he saw there almost caused him to bite off his tongue. Not only was Adam�s face suffused with the pleasure at the feel of his actions, but he seemed to be getting off on something other that just his hand. His eyes were locked on Chris� face. Happily surrendering his willpower to the overwhelming forces of love and hormones, Chris moved without even being aware of it. Adam�s heated length felt so incredibly good in his hand, the sight of their fingers moving as one, bringing a surge of unrestrained lust pulsing through Chris� body, ending in an agonized throb that almost brought him undone. Watching his hand move to Adam�s cock, Chris was startled by the violent rush of desire that coursed through him at merely the faintest of contact of his fingertips on silk. Considering what they�d done last night�and the previous morning�and the night before that, he was kinda surprised that he was still this electrified by just touching Adam. Oh sweetheart. The endearment caused Chris� silence to explode into a stream of love and compliments. "Love you� love you� so sexy� God you look so hot� feel just perfect� love you�" When Adam came it was like� like� nothing Chris had ever experienced. His own neglected member, throbbed enthusiastically, but was too under-stimulated to join in the fun. Chris didn�t mind. The look of sheer bliss on his lover�s face sent a rush of contentment through CJ that felt remarkably like the come-down from orgasm anyway. Their last times had been simultaneous, a fact for which he was feeling especially proud, but this? Well. That had just been the best sex Chris had ever experienced� and he hadn�t even come. Christopher� you bad, bad boy. Chris smiled at the use of his full name and moaned resignedly at the response in his cock to that tone of Adam�s voice. Slowly he leaned down and lapped at the warm creamy fluid on Adam�s stomach, taking an occasional sneaking bite of equally warm flesh. "I know� I�m bad," he acknowledged with mock sorrow. "But I think your list of punishments might need to be a long one Babe." Pulling away, Chris scooted towards the end of the bed and relaxed back on his elbows, lifting up one knee comfortably. Between them now lay Adam�s legs and CJ�s rather obvious erection. "So� am I gonna get punished?" **** Hunter knew the instant he awoke that Shawn was there. It could have been his scent, his warmth or perhaps simply the sound of his breathing, but it was Shawn. The person he couldn't sense, however, was Dave. There was only one other�man in the room, so their dark lover must have skipped out without waking them. Not an easy feat by any imagination, Hunt was usually a pretty light sleeper. But given that he'd only managed a not very revitalising passed-out four hours the previous night, it wasn't much of a stretch to think he'd snored through Dave's leaving. The key component to determining Hunter's next course of actions was where Dave had gone and when he was coming back. If he'd stolen Hunter's pathetic corner of the market on 'running like a ninny', then�he would have to wake Shawn so they could go find the big lug. If 'not a lug' Dave had simply gone for breakfast or god bless him... coffee... then Hunter could stay in bed, grope Shawn and wait for his lover to return. With coffee. Luckily for Hunter, the first thing he saw when he cracked his eyes open was Shawn's head. Hair a honey cloud, face planted firmly into the pillow.�Beyond that wonderful image was an expanse of�bed that should have held his�bronzed lover and then�the bed stand, on which rested�a small folded piece of paper. Shifting slowly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping man beside him, Hunt leaned over Shawn and picked up the note. Yep, it had definitely been Shawn's scent that had reassured Hunter. He'd been almost intimate with Shawn in a lot of ways over the years, they'd bled, cried, sweated and laughed all over each other until Shawn's body was as familiar to him as his own. Except for that one, most fantastic of ways... till last night. When Hunter had added the smell and sight of a just-fucked Shawn�to�the mish-mash of images in his soul simply labeled 'Beloved'. Glancing at the note, Hunter smiled in very real relief. The gym. Good. No need to summon a posse then. But no mention of coffee either so Hunt would have to do some work on Dave's training. That ridiculous thought caused Hunter to have to�stifle a choked laugh at him being able to pressure Dave to do anything the big man didn't want to do.�His lovers may call him�'bossy', but he might just have to be, with boyfriends as stubborn as those two. Realising he was still comfortably draped over Shawn's back, Hunter settled in so he wasn't poking a hole through the blond's spine with his cock and�wondered how to wake�his sleeping beauty.�Shoving one arm underneath his pillow, Hunter lifted the note and traced the tattoo on Shawn's bicep with a paper corner. First the snake got outlined, then the darker lines of the dagger, before over and over around the heart. Heartbreaker. Not really. His beautiful friend had never broken Hunter's heart. Not even threatened it really. Sure, he'd had as big a crush on HBK as the youngest of fans, but instead of his love shriveling without any kind of affection, Hunt's heart had been bathed�by a�friendship that was his most cherished of�relationships. He'd never hated Shawn for not loving him, or hated himself for loving Shawn. It was part of who he was, this crazy, bursting, happy person so enamoured of the man�sweetly dreaming�next to him. When Shawn was around... hate just wasn't possible. His playful and, Hunt acknowledged, probably irritating caress, had seemed to awaken his handsome prince, if the muffled grunt and pseudo-glare from one blue-grey eye was an indication. Keeping the paper moving, Hunter grinned into that heart-stopping, sleepy face. "Good morning Mr. Michaels, this is your wake-up call. Would you like breakfast in bed today?" **** It was out of character for him, Chris knew, but he didn't care. Lying in bed, listening to Eddie breathe against the back of his neck, he couldn't help but smile... and it probably wasn't going to go away anytime soon. After this long apart, the simple fact that he was with Eddie was enough to make him happy... and if he was smiling more than normal, so what? Who wouldn't be pleased to find themselves in bed with their lover, late in the morning, and not having to rush anywhere? They had a flight to catch to Atlanta in the afternoon, but they didn't have to be anywhere else until Friday, and since that was Eddie's signing, Chris was going to go with him. Knowing that they'd only have to be apart on Saturday was almost a blessing, with the hectic schedule they'd had for the last few months. Knowing that after Sunday, they'd have nearly a week before they'd see each other again... that wasn't so easy to take. But that was something that he'd worry about when they got there. For now... he had much more pleasant things to think about. The realisation he'd had the night before was enough to make him much more aware of the casual touches that Eddie used so liberally, and obviously without thinking about it. Part of it was probably just because of how and where he'd grown up, but part of it was just Eddie. Chris had resolved as he'd drifted off to sleep the night before, Eddie's arms around him, that he was going to do his damnedest to start reciprocating those touches, no matter how difficult it might be to overcome his ingrained distance. If there was anyone he didn't want to be distant from, it was his lover... especially not with the physical distances they'd had to deal with so much lately. "Hey, mango... what're you thinking about so hard?" The soft drawl in his ear startled him, and he turned his head to find Eddie smiling at him. Fighting back the blush at the endearment, Chris doubted that he was all that sexy right now... although he'd be more than happy to apply that epithet to the man looking up at him, hair all tousled and sleepy brown eyes. "How long have you been awake?" He didn't really expect an answer; this was a game they'd played as long as they'd been sharing a room, whether as lovers or as friends. Early on, the first one awake had been prone to play minor pranks on the other. As things had changed between them, though, so had the nature of the pranks, and Benoit had many fond memories of hearing Eddie cry out his name as he woke up to find Chris's mouth wrapped around him. "Long enough, Chris. Long enough." The warm gaze that swept over him left no doubt as to his lover's sincerity,�and knowing that Eddie had lain there, just watching him, made him feel incredibly loved. "But you looked awfully thoughtful, papi. Something wrong?" Seeing concern in the warm eyes, Chris shook his head, turning to face Eddie without dislodging the arm still draped across his waist. "No... I was thinking about how right things are, actually." Reaching up, he brushed his fingers across the wrinkled forehead, smoothing away the slight frown before sliding his hand back to cup the back of Eddie's head as he pressed a soft kiss to Eddie's lips. Seeing the surprised smile�on his lover's face, Chris laughed to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to teach himself to touch Eddie more often, after all. **** Slowly swimming up through the fuzzy layers of the dreams he'd been caught in, Shawn was first conscious of how warm he was and smiled vaguely into his pillow. This wasn't just any warmth; it certainly wasn't the so-so warmth of his own body heat underneath the blankets, and it wasn't the fake warmth of a heater left turned up too high. It was the unmistakably delicious warmth of another body next to his. Close on the heels of that cotton-wrapped realisation followed another: ...Shouldn't there be two bodies... ? As he tried to piece together that thought, he felt the surface beneath him shift and then a warm weight draped across him. Heavy, but not painful. Enough to make him realise that the person lying behind him had just leaned over him... Hunter. He'd recognise Hunter's scent anywhere. That particular spicy musk was probably more familiar to him than his own, after the years they'd spent together wrestling, partying, helping each other drunkenly down halls, and sharing rooms and sometimes beds. Bed. Hunter. Hunter. Shawn kept his eyes closed as memories of the last day crashed down over him. Waking up in Dave's arms, fighting with Hunter, flirting with both of them... making love with them. Little tingles ran through his skin at those memories, and he wondered for an instant if maybe his body wasn't trying to make up for the last few years of rarely-broken loneliness all in one day. Hunter was still pressed up against his back, and Shawn could feel a hard length pressing against him. God. How many times had he dreamt of things like this? As tempting as it was, though, he couldn't quite muster the willpower to lift his head yet, let alone turn over and do... anything he was thinking of. Still caught up in the hazy half-awake thoughts, he was aware of Hunter moving again, taking away that lovely weight and tantalizing pressure. And then there was... something... on his arm. It felt like a fly. No... an itch. No... dammit. Whatever it was, it was irritating. A soft noise that was probably a curse escaped him, muffled by the pillow as he reluctantly opened an eye and glared at Hunter. "Good morning Mr. Michaels, this is your wake-up call. Would you like breakfast in bed today?" Now that was a lovely idea... especially if that glint in Hunter's eye meant what Shawn hoped it did. Looking up at his grinning lover... lover!... Shawn could feel his own lips curving in response, no matter how much he wanted to keep his morning grumpiness. He'd never been a morning person and had always hated getting woken up... but this, he could get used to. Just seeing Hunter looking at him like this, with that familiar gleam in his eye that meant so much more now that Shawn knew what it meant, was enough to make him half-wish that he could fall asleep again just so that Hunt could wake him up again. Speaking of which... Squinting down at his arm, he glared at the piece of paper that the tanned fingers kept moving. "Only if you stop that." As soon as he'd said it, he regretted the grumpy tone, but Hunter's smile reassured him. Turning onto his back, he reached up and hooked his arm around Hunter's neck, pulling him down for a long, leisurely kiss. Wonderful. And the insistent hardness pressing against his hip didn't hurt, either. Letting his head fall back against the pillow, Shawn smiled crookedly at Hunt as he let his eyes travel over the familiar body draped half-across him. Familiar, but not. As well as he knew it, there were still some lines waiting to be crossed... and he was more than ready to start crossing them. Running his fingers through Hunter's hair, Dave's absence finally hit him, and he forced back the initial panicked response, his eyes flicking to the folded piece of paper still grasped in Hunter's hand. If something were wrong, if Dave was gone for any not-completely-normal reason, Hunter wouldn't be looking at him like that, all relaxed and smiling, and pretty horny if the erection was anything to go by. Wherever their errant lover had gone, he was going to get an earful when he returned---it had been a long, long time since Shawn was able to enjoy spending time in someone's arms, and even longer since he'd experienced that with two people. Even if Dave was a morning person, he was going to have to learn to stay in bed later... at least some mornings. Like this morning. And on that note... Letting his smile curve into wickedness, Shawn ran his hand oh-so-casually down Hunter's neck, pausing long enough to feel the pulse beating against his fingertips, before moving down the wide chest with a brief stop to tweak a nipple. On to the hips, and such nice hips they were, fitting into his hand like they were made for it, and then... Trying not to smirk at Hunter's reaction as his fingers wrapped loosely around the hard shaft, Shawn asked innocently, "What sort of meal did you have in mind, love?" **** Chris' version of cleaning up was damn near enough to kill him. The tongue swirling over his skin was short circuiting his over-stimulated nerve endings. Still... he wouldn't have stopped it for anything. The intermittent flash of pink against his tanned stomach was entirely too sexy. If he hadn't just come, he'd have been all over hard again... no doubt about it. "But I think your list of punishments might need to be a long one Babe." No problem at all there. He'd had years to think of all the ways that he'd like to 'punish' Chris. The fact that none of them were truly punishments didn't matter. If you stretched anything out long enough it could be a form of gentle torture and that worked just as well to his way of thinking. The sexy sprawl Chris ended up in at the end of the bed was a beautiful picture. What he wouldn�t give for a camera right now. That picture would end up in a private collection, never to be seen by anyone but him. "So... am I gonna get punished?" Trotting out his best 'You are sooo screwed' grin, he ran his toes slowly over Chris' calf. "You betcha... all in the interest of consistency, you understand. Far be it from me to reinforce your bad habits." Feeling the sticky residue on his hand, he grimaced and rolled off the bed. He didn't want anything to mar the taste or feel of his lover's skin, at least not until after a certain point, not to mention that this particular lube wasn't exactly tasty. Dropping a kiss in the middle of Chris' forehead, he headed to the bathroom. "Hold that thought, love." He washed his hands quickly, used a cloth to clean the rest of his sticky skin, and grabbed something from his shaving kit before hurrying back out to the bed. Phase one might include making his lover wait as torture, but it wasn't one of his favorites and not one that he could use in abundance. Chris was just impatient enough that he might take things into his own hands and that was definitely not on the agenda. As he climbed onto the bed, he slipped the item in his hand surreptitiously under the edge of the sheet. Lying on his side, he plastered his body against that of his sexy and clearly impatient lover. Dipping his head, he nudged aside the waterfall of silky blond hair and traced the shell of Chris' ear with his tongue. Laying his hand gently over rippling abdominal muscles, he made small circles with his fingertips. "You've left me in a bad position here, sweetheart. See I promised you a certain demonstration and yet you didn't follow directions very well at all." Pulling a lobe between his lips, he licked it and then scraped it gently with his teeth. "I really should punish you, but I still want to give you that demonstration, so I've had to come up with a way to do both." Lifting the hand from Chris' stomach, he laced it gently in his lover's blond tresses and turned his head slightly towards him. Letting his breath wash slowly over lush, smooth lips, he laid out the terms of the punishment, which when you looked at it was as far from a punishment as one could really get... unless one was already worked up to start with. "I hope you've got patience, Christopher, because I plan on stretching this out as long as I possibly can. No amount of begging or pleading is going to make me move any faster. That, my love, is your punishment." Gifting his lover with an evil grin, he set out to fulfill his promise. With the tip of his tongue, he slowly traced the outline of those pouty lips in perfect detail. Sucking the bottom lip into his mouth, he tugged it gently with his teeth, growling in satisfaction. From there, he pushed slowly inside that sensuous warm cavern, exploring every inch of it... twice. When he finally pulled away, they were both gasping for breath. He paused for only a moment before giving a light tug to Chris' hair, tipping his head backward to give him access to the smooth expanse from chin to chest. With lips, tongue, and teeth he covered it all, with a special scrape of his teeth over his lover's Adam's apple. Each side of his neck and both broad shoulders were treated to the same thorough canvassing. Adam spent extra time on the skin above the throbbing pulse on each side of his neck, lingering long enough on one side to leave a solid red bruise, marking Chris as his. As much as he was enjoying all the sexy little noises his lover was making, he had to remind himself that he was supposed to be going slowly. He raised his head and let his eyes linger on perky bronzed nipples before shaking his head and changing direction. Releasing his hold on Chris' hair, he grabbed the hand opposite him, drew it up to his mouth and pulled the index finger between his lips. He made a slow circle around the digit before hollowing his cheeks and sucking firmly on it. He bobbed his head slowly, simulating the act he planned to perform later on another part of his lover's body... much later. As he drew back on Chris' wrist, the finger slipped from his mouth with a huge pop. He grinned over that for a moment before directing the middle finger between his lips. He brushed his tongue over the pad while nipping gently with his teeth. Each successive finger suffered a different form of teasing. With a smirk, he nibbled at the wrist, swirled his tongue over the bend of the elbow, and scraped his teeth over a bulging bicep. When he picked up Chris' other hand, he growled quietly, the splints on Chris' fingers a stark reminder of what had happened the night before. Thanks to Terry, Chris was hurt and someday he'd be sure to pay the dark-haired man back for that. But for right now, Terry was the last thing he wanted to think about. Naked Chris was ever so much more interesting than thoughts of revenge, especially when he had a mission to taste all that lovely nakedness with his tongue. Pressing a gentle kiss to the injured fingers, Adam moved on to each of the others, giving them the same treatment that the others had received. By the time he'd completed the ritual on the fingers and arm closest to him, Chris was starting to get just a tiny bit impatient. At least that was Adam's guess according to some of the things coming out of his lover's mouth. "You lied when you said you loved me Babe� just� not� fair." He should feel bad and maybe just a little sympathetic... but he didn't. He was quickly becoming addicted to the slightly salty taste of his lover's skin and it was a known fact that he liked to overindulge on occasion. If he were going to gorge himself on anything, then Chris' taste was at the top of his list. He didn't want Chris to get too frustrated though, so he moved on to another choice target. Sliding a little lower along Chris' side, he wrapped his lips around one of the small nubs on Chris' chest. Interspersing light suction with swirls using the tip of his tongue, he teased until the flesh between his lips was drawn into a taunt peak. A gentle nip with his teeth netted him his name interlaced with a quiet moan. Another quick swipe of his tongue and he shifted to his hands and knees, sliding one across Chris' thighs so that he was now hovering over top of his lover. Settling his bottom on those warm, hard thighs, he moved on to the mate to offer the same torture. "Mmmph� yeah� well, I�m not gonna give in� you hear me you, you� incubus!" Having just wrapped his lips around the second tempting bit of flesh that adorned Chris' chest, Adam dropped his head against his lover's shoulder. He was caught somewhere between a grin and trying not to laugh. Exactly what was Chris accusing him of? The firm hard length pressing against his stomach confirmed two things for Adam... first, Chris was definitely not a woman, the usual choice of most incubi and secondly, Chris was definitely not asleep. Lifting his head once he had himself under control, his eyes were caught by the sight of Chris' tongue slipping from his mouth to trace his upper lip. The completely entrancing view pulled a quiet moan of appreciation from him, the sound muffled against Chris' nipple still caught firmly between Adam's lips. He was starting to get a bit impatient himself, but he was determined to carry through on his punishment, even if it was punishing him more than Chris. Flattening his tongue, he traced the outline of each rib along his lover's chest working in a pattern from outside to inside then inside to outside on the next. After covering both sides of his chest, he moved on to the well of Chris' navel. A dip of his tongue here, a tiny nip along the edge there, he covered the surrounding area completely. Tilting his head to the side, he rubbed his short whiskers gently over one jutting hipbone, before laving the area with his tongue. Encouraged by Chris' reaction, he performed the same actions on the opposite hip before sitting up and slipping into a kneeling position between Chris' knees. "Are you absolutely sure that you won't give in, sweetheart?" he asked with a wicked twinkle in his eye. "Not that it would do you any good if you did... you are being punished after all." **** Chris had to wait less than a moment for Adam�s reply to his dare. A moment in which the upper-hand in this sexual encounter, which he had smugly believed to be his, went swinging straight from him to rest firmly with his grinning lover. Up until that moment, Chris hadn�t known a single grin could promise both sex and agony at the same time, but Adam managed it easily. Hoping that the expression would lead to him getting some skin contact in the near future, Chris tried to look as easy and sluttish as possible when his wicked, evil, sex promising boyfriend moved in Chris� direction� �and got off the bed. Chris blinked down at himself and decided that he really needed to work on his �slut� look if it made people run away. Even hearing the water running in the bathroom as evidence of Adam�s purpose wasn�t enough to pull CJ�s mind from plans to find some vinyl pants that were cut even lower than the ones he already owned. Wondering briefly where those red ones he wore during their feud few years back were, Chris tilted his neck until he could watch the bathroom door upside down from the end of the bed. Smirking at a new plan to give Adam a blow-job from this position, Chris impatiently drummed his fingers on the mattress until Adam returned. Because Adam better return. He really, really better, because while some punishments were fun, being left in the middle of the bed while Adam messed around in the bathroom was the kind of thing that just got Chris more and more determined to not give in. To whatever would happen. Adam could do his worst, could come back with all sorts of weird toys, could paint Chris blue and make him tap dance, but Chris wouldn�t give in� he was made of sterner stuff than that. Ahh good. Adam was back. Now they could have sex. "Don�t rush or anything Babe, I�m fine by the way." Ignoring the contradicting scream from somewhere between his legs, Chris relaxed as Adam climbed up beside him and started with some nuzzling and stroking. Hmmmm� punishments were fun. you didn't follow directions very well at all "You try it." Chris�s protest was lost in a small intake of air as Adam mouthed at his earlobe. hope you've got patience, Christopher, because I plan on stretching this out as long as I possibly can. No amount of begging or pleading is going to make me move any faster. That, my love, is your punishment. Jaw dropping in a bewildered expression of "tell me you�re kidding me Babe. Babe? Babe?" Chris� desperate verbal reply of "how long?" was lost in the brain melting kisses his mouth was then subjected to. In fact, after Adam decided to chart every millimeter of CJ�s mouth with his tongue� twice� it resolved that speaking coherently of any kind was no longer its primary mission. Being kissed by Adam was what it was designed for. While his mouth was having it very own little renaissance, Chris' brain tried to ignore all the lovely sensations that French kissing Adam Copeland caused and thought desperately about surviving his potential ravishment by the same Mr. Copeland. It would be a massive understatement to say Chris Jericho had pride. A whole lion�s worth had been one witty comment over the years, but he had never denied it. Having an ego about the things you were good at didn�t bother CJ, it was the people who thought they were hot shit when they really, really weren�t that stuck in his craw. So when his gorgeous, sexy, orally talented� "fuck!" his collarbone was horny� lover decided Chris� punishment would be to endure a prolonged tongue-bath without benefit of release� Y2J would answer� "try me." Unfortunately for Y2J, Chris mentally flattened his alter-ego with a blunt object and started to give in to Adam after the honey streaked head with the �mouth from heaven�� "oh Jesus God"� bit him. "�Baby� you just� just bit� Jesus� ow� ahhhh�" Adam was stimulating every single nerve ending in Chris� body with his passionate caresses, causing a responding twitch in Chris heart that made him love the guy all the more. And if the man didn�t look so damned pleased with his little �ole self, Chris would be inclined to tell him so. Instead what CJ managed to gasp out between little� wow� hiccups of sex induced nonsense was more like, "�not fair� gonna make you pay� punish you right back� love�" When Adam went to work on his fingers, Chris� pride completely gave up any hope of winning this battle and sat back with a cool drink to enjoy the show. The gentle treatment of his damaged fingers brought a small loving smile, while the momentary flash of anger in his lover�s eyes pulled at his heart. Yeah� he knew that feeling. Each finger was slowly sucked into the hot, wet cavern of his lover�s mouth and Chris gave a pathetic little moan as Adam�s head bobbed, causing CJ�s dick to be monstrously jealous of his hand. As if that wasn�t the point. Chris was hardly blind to the knowing look in his lover�s deceptively mild green eyes and couldn�t be sorry for it. It�d never been his privilege to be the subject of someone�s complete and unswerving attention before and CJ was finding the feeling almost addictive. Although if he could have an orgasm in the next year or so, he be even more grateful. "You lied when you said you loved me babe� just� not� fair." Not that he really believed that, but giving his current �punishment� should be against international law, Chris felt he was justified in the accusation. Because� because� damn nipples, nipples� Adam could rule his own country if he kept meting out this kind of punishment for so called �crimes�. Except of course Chris would be the only citizen of said country. While no less pleased with the attention than his earlobe and fingers, Chris nipples were at least old hands at this kind of foreplay and since his pride had finished its drink and was beginning to get sleepy, CJ made one last effort towards some sort of� self respect. "Mmmph... yeah�" oh yeah nipples, who knew how good that would feel? "...well, I�m not gonna give in� you hear me you, you� incubus!" Because Christian had once read him some porn about a beautiful male demon who seduced people just because he felt like it. Chris thought the similarity was obvious. "Are you absolutely sure that you won't give in, sweetheart?" Adam�s question, asked from his position kneeling between Chris� wantonly spread legs, was almost enough to kill his pride dead to rights. It would have too, CJ might have pleaded, might even have apologized for giving into his lust and touching Adam�s tempting dick, if Adam hadn�t continued speaking. "Not that it would do you any good if you did... you are being punished after all." "Fine then!" Chris flopped down onto his back and tried to focus of the ceiling rather than the delicious sight of Adam almost� almost� touching his straining, red shaft. He hadn�t completely lost the power of speech and talking during sex was his forte after all. "But I�m gonna be a sulky brat just so you know. I never could take my just desserts like a man. In fact�" Chris let his voice drop a register to that �ten packs of cigarettes� husk that he was told was a natural for a late night phone sex line. "�speaking of �taking it�. Do you know I have a fantasy about you fucking me in the toilet of a plane? We wouldn�t have much room, probably not even enough to get my jeans off past my ass, but you could still fuck me� hard� I could watch us in the little mirror over the sink and come right there, just from the sight of us���. we�re flying home today aren�t we love?" **** Stripping out of sweat-drenched pants and briefs, Dave headed to his solitary shower. As he turned on the water, he thought that he really wouldn't enjoy today's shower as much as he had the one yesterday. Though that was an obvious point... shower alone versus a shower with your two lovers? No contest there. The memory of yesterday traipsed through his mind, not really the sex aspect of it, but the fact that he'd finally been able to touch both Shawn and Hunter... something that he'd been aching to do for so long. Despite having to shower alone, he lingered under the relaxing heat of the water, rolling his arm and shoulder while checking for twinges. It was almost instinct ever since his injury. Most of the time he didn't notice a thing, but sometimes if he overworked himself he would be served a reminder of his triceps tear. Today seemed to be one of those middle of the road days... a minor ache running the back of his arm that would be eased by the hot water. He was surprised that that was all he had to put up with since he hadn't really been paying too close attention to how much he was doing. Finally deeming himself both squeaky clean and mostly pain free, Dave turned off the water, wrapped himself in a towel, and headed back into the locker room. Toweling off, he dressed quickly in black dress slacks, a short-sleeved black silk shirt, and his ever-present sunglasses. While picking up his bag and leaving the gym he reflected on one other niggling little problem that had cropped up with this new relationship... Hunter's 'little' problem. Though it seemed not so little to Dave. He loved Hunter and Hunter said he loved him as well, yet there was just something wrong about having to tie the man you love to the bed in order to be able to touch him without him fleeing. And just because Hunter had given him a wonderfully hot blowjob didn't mean that the problem was history. It seemed there wasn't a problem with Hunter touching him... it only became a problem when it worked in reverse. Most guys might not see getting all the attention as a problem, but Dave did. Even the scene in the shower, where he'd finally had the opportunity to taste his lover, had been fraught with tension... all coming from Hunter. The few precious minutes before Mark had interrupted them was the only time that Hunter hadn't frozen under his touch. Dave was holding onto those few minutes like a miser. He had to hope that Hunter would work through his issues with time and patience. But was that really the route he should take? Dave's mind warred fiercely with itself. Those few minutes had been fraught with emotion, Dave almost feral in his possession of Hunter's mouth and Hunter had responded to it. He'd have to give that more thought, maybe test the theory. He wasn't going to do anything to scare the man after all, but if he had to be a little more like his namesake to get Hunter to accept his touch, then he was willing to try it. Maybe grabbing the man and kissing him senseless was worth a shot. So caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't really paid attention to where he was going, Dave found himself in front of the doors to the small caf� in the lobby downstairs. An almost goofy smile on his face, he walked in and ordered two cups of coffee and three bottles of orange juice to go. ----- Juggling his gear bag and the cardboard tray filled with coffee and juice, Dave fumbled through his pocket for the keycard to their room. Their room... that sounded so much better than his room that he found himself smiling again. He finally managed to get the door open and walked into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping his gear bag off to the side. The sight of Hunter and Shawn kissing was surely a pretty picture. Standing at the end of the bed, coffee tray in hand, he noticed the location of Shawn's hand. Nice... very nice. Hunt was obviously awake. Dave couldn't really help himself after Hunter's taunt just before they fell asleep, he just had to say it. "I stopped and got you coffee, but it looks like Shawn found a better way of waking you up. Good thing too, because this is not going to be a regular occurrence." **** to be continued... |