"ITVR: Chapter 71"
Provocations.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Only if you stop that. Well, well, well. If someone wasn't Mr. GrumpyPants then Hunter would eat Dave's note. However, the tone and the 'you might die' expression bounced off Hunter easily, only making his grin even wider and the movement of the note even more annoying. He and Shawn had shared enough rooms in enough hotels for Hunt to be painfully aware of his beautiful friend's morning nature. On one memorable occasion Hunter, 'disgustingly cheerful' as usual, was treated to Shawn Michaels giving him the finger, while simultaneously stretching his back into an unnatural posture and smothering a�huge, jaw-cracking yawn. All he'd�asked was "sleep well?" Grumpy and snarky the famous HBK might be, but in Hunter's mind he was a tousled, sleepy puppy-dog, all frowning and knuckling sleep from his eyes like a four year old after a nap. He was just flat-out adorable. Of course,�Shawn would probably rip�his nuts off if Hunt ever said it to his face. This morning Shawn didn't seem inclined to hurt Hunter for being a morning person, in fact, Shawn seemed to be in an unusually good mood if the arm around Hunt's neck and the tongue plunging into his mouth was any indication. Returning the delicious lip-lock with a fair amount of 'cheer', Hunter pressed his hips closer to the lean form beside him and traced Shawn's other tattoo... with something a lot harder than paper. He was feeling particularly relaxed this morning, no sigh of panic attacks anywhere on the horizon. Hunt hoped that maybe last night had been the catharsis he'd needed to have to solve his 'problem', but then, he'd thought that about the shower as well. Needing to be tied to the bed was hardly a solution, even if it had added its own sense of erotica to their love-making. Maybe he... god help him... needed to talk some more about it. Shawn had understood, sorta, and was taking steps to kick Hunt's ass over the bump, but Dave had just been presented with the situation and told to 'give it time'. Probably the best solution but something about that felt weird. He'd had all the time in the world without these two fantastic men in his bed, time was something he didn't want to waste being the 'fucked-up' one. Still feeling all chilled out and good, Hunter remained half on top of Shawn, looking deep into the grey-blue eyes of his gorgeous blond and wondering how long Dave was going to be at the gym. His erection was starting to steal all the blood from his brain,�killing off any neurons that wanted to dwell on his issues and replacing them with 'sexy, bed, pretty, fuck now please' types of thoughts instead.�Shawn, Mr GrumpyPants no longer in evidence, was smiling up at Hunt with such a delightfully naughty smile, that Hunter started sending mental messages towards the gym. Come back now David... and don't call me 'bossy'. Hands traveling down his body had Hunter cuddling in closer. Shawn's warm fingers around his cock had him leaning almost completely on top of his lover and rubbing their stubbled jaws together. Shawn smelled so fucking good. Putting his own hands into play, Hunt shifted�so his weight rested mostly on the elbow he had planted beside Shawn's pillow, while the other dragged the note�across Shawn's collarbone. Flat edge cruising over a small nipple before lazily combing across the fine, silken chest hair. What sort of meal did you have in mind, love? Lips on Shawn's throat, Hunter could feel the vibrations of the words on his tongue when that husky voice spoke. Damn. It sounded kinda painful for�his lover to be talking at any decibel right now, the usual deep sexy tone, scratched and parched into near inaudibility. Okay. Sex first, Dave better walk through that door soon, then coffee, then�throat lozenges. But right now... "Meal Darling? Well, there is this delicious looking dish I've had my eye on for a while..." Hunt kept on with the nuzzling, face moving down Shawn's neck, lapping at the satin-like skin as he spoke. "...just looking at it takes my breath away. I wanna nibble...." kiss to that sweet junction of neck and shoulder, "...and lick and suck..." small bite to that divine little spot, Hunter's weight keeping Shawn on the bed as the blond tried to moving under him, "...oh and did I mention�bite?" The sharp noise of their room door closing didn't cause Hunter to move from his lovely breakfast, instead his smile became the almost-famous smug pleased-with-himself Triple H one, that many men had wanted to wipe off with a fist. Good thing his face continued its culinary journey down to Shawn's collarbone or he might just have to add two more names to those on that list of angry men. Dave came closer to the bed and Hunter smelled the smell of the divine and blessed... I stopped and got you coffee, He was gonna marry Dave within the year, no question. this is not going to be a regular occurrence. "Sure, sure. You say that now. Just wait till I have you trained properly." Hunter realised that he had actually said that out loud, when Shawn's burst of laughter bounced Hunt's chin from his chest. Steadily ignoring what had to be an 'interesting' expression on Dave's face, Hunter threw an arm in his�dark lover's general direction and made an unmistakable 'come here' gesture with his finger. As he pressed a deep kiss into the hollow of Shawn's throat, Hunt wondered if his hand would have all five digits when he next saw it. **** He could do this all morning, Kev thought to himself with a smile. Watching Scott sleep was a rare joy, even though it was becoming more common these days. For so long, he'd been the one to have to get up, to go take care of packing and checkout and car rentals and schedules and everything else... But this wasn't the time to think about the old days. Lots had changed, and not just Scott. Judging from just the last twenty-four hours, there would be changes for the foreseeable future, even if it was mostly going to be internal changes about how they dealt with each other. Turning his head slightly to glance at the clock, he was mildly surprised at how late it was... but they'd had an awfully late night. And a pretty emotionally draining one, in more ways than one. At least the aches in his own backside seemed to have faded. Facing a decently long plane ride with aches down there wasn't his idea of fun. Frowning slightly, he made sure that the tube of cream was still on the nightstand---Scott was going to need it today. Propping his head on his hand so that he could see better, he couldn't resist the temptation to smooth the dark curls away from Scott's face, running his fingers through the tangled locks with gentle motions. He could probably do that for hours... well, actually, he had done that for hours. Just not recently... and not with Scott's knowledge. But there had been more than one night that he'd sat up stroking Scott's hair through the dark hours. Not all of those nights had been happy ones, but he tried to remember the good parts rather than the bad ones. Shaking his head as his stomach rumbled, he had to smile. Scott had called him a bottomless pit for years, and as much as he denied it, there was truth to the accusation. Of course, they'd used a lot of energy last night... but he wasn't about to call down for room service while Scott was asleep. These quiet moments weren't as painfully rare as they had been in the past, but they were something he treasured, and he wasn't going to interrupt this one unless he had to. Feeling Scott start to shift, Kevin brought his attention back to the man lying next to him, his fingers still running idly through the dark hair. A shift, a muffled groan, fluttering of eyelids... some things never changed. Just because Scott usually woke up in a disgustingly good mood didn't mean that he woke up easily. Smiling a little, Kevin watched as Scott's eyes opened enough to squint at him. Scott's sudden movement caught him by surprise, and he pulled his hand out of Scott's hair as his lover half-turned and pressed his face against his chest. The feeling of the stubble on Scott's chin rubbing against him made him sigh a little, and he wrapped his arm around Scotty, relishing the feel of his lover in his arms. "Good morning, babe," he said with a smile, kissing Scott's forehead. Half-hoping that Scott hadn't heard the noise from his empty stomach, he suspected he was out of luck with that one. Looking at him, Kevin tried to keep his voice matter-of-fact as he asked, "So... you hungry? I thought I'd order breakfast once you were up." **** "Sure, sure. You say that now. Just wait till I have you trained properly." Tell me he did not just say that. Well, thank you Booker T. Dave was stuck somewhere between hilarity and disbelief that Hunter had actually said that out loud. Shawn seemed to find it rather funny himself. Obviously the lack of blood flow to Hunt's brain was causing oxygen deprivation, because though Dave had no trouble believing that that thought had crossed Hunter's mind, he wouldn't have spoken it out loud if he'd been thinking clearly. Of course in his current position, Dave could hardly blame the guy. He wasn't about to let him get away with it though. Setting the tray on the nightstand, Dave crossed his arms over his chest and raised an inquiring brow in his lover's direction. And was promptly ignored in favor of a one-fingered summons. Hunter was really pushing his luck with this whole bossy thing. Dave was beginning to suspect that Hunter was doing it on purpose, just to see how far he could push him. Since Hunter wasn't looking at him, he felt safe shaking his head and smiling. Now the only question was... how to deal with his summons? He had an idea and it was worth a shot as long as Hunter didn't wig out on him. Grabbing Hunter's wrist, he ducked his head and wrapped his lips around the wiggling finger. Teasing the length of the now still finger with his stud, he then sucked fiercely before releasing it with a pop. Ignoring Hunter's reaction, Dave changed the grasp on Hunter's wrist and gently twisted Hunter's arm behind his back. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss against the top of Shawn's head and smiled. "Sorry sweetheart, but I need to borrow him for just a moment... if you don't mind?" Shawn let go of Hunter and Dave winked at his lover. Having Shawn's approval, Dave sat on the edge of the bed and with a few deft maneuvers he would have used in the ring, he had Hunter sprawled across his lap, face down and hips braced against his thighs. He laughed quietly as Hunter protested being manhandled. Dave splayed his hand over the smooth honeyed skin of Hunter's ass, smiling at the hiss of swiftly drawn in breath. Feeling the bed shifting, Dave turned and found Shawn sliding closer for a better view. "Now, now darlin'... I'm just teaching you a little lesson. You should never tease a wild animal because you never know how it's going to react." Giving the warm flesh beneath his hand a gentle caress, Dave lifted his hand without warning and brought it down swiftly three times in succession. The loud thwack of skin on skin belied the actual force applied to the blows and was partially drown out by Hunter's protests. Dave didn't want to actually hurt Hunter after all, it was more in the line of playing. The final time that his hand settled against Hunter's skin, Dave maintained the contact, gently caressing the now slightly pink flesh. Bending over, he pressed a kiss against the smooth warm skin and released his hold on Hunter's wrist. "Now, have you learned your lesson or do I need to continue?" **** Mark was dreaming again. Dreaming about the fantasy he'd had earlier in the shower, about Jeff looking up at him with glowing green eyes even as he wrapped his lips around Mark's straining length, sucking eagerly. His cock throbbed at a particularly skillful movement of the clever tongue and he moaned, his fingers clenching. It had to be a dream. The half-coherent thought floated across his mind even as some part of him wanted to argue. It had to be. Jeff wouldn't be doing this... wouldn't be in his bed... wouldn't let Mark fuck him into a screaming orgasm. Flashes of memory from the night before followed close on the heels of the instinctive denial: Jeff wrapped around him as he stole Mark's breath away with his kisses, Mark's fingers traveling over the slim hips, watching as Jeff prepared himself... His eyes shot open. It wasn't a dream. Still fighting sleep, his shock and lust wound together as he stared at the unbelievable sight of Jeff between his legs, licking his lips as he raised his head to look at Mark, a smug smile on his face. Ignoring the yearning of his body as it cried out for Jeff's touch, he blinked incredulously at his lover, his mind still struggling to catch up to reality. Jeff was here, in his bed, going down on him. They'd had sex last night---he resolutely pushed away any other terms that might come to mind---and now... now... God, what had he done? This was exactly what he hadn't wanted: He hadn't wanted to make Jeff feel obligated, hadn't wanted to bring back the old power-play maneuvers... and yet, here they were. But... Jeff didn't look like he was reluctant. In fact, he looked positively eager to be there. The smile on his face only reinforced that, and Mark could feel the sudden guilt fading away as quickly as it had arisen. Except... The light touch against his eyes made them flutter closed instinctively, but the sudden sadness in those wonderfully green eyes made him wonder. Jeff had looked pleased... even happy. So why... "It's okay Mark� It�s okay." What? What was okay? How could things be okay if there was that sadness lingering in Jeff's eyes, a sadness that he could hear tingeing the softly accented voice. Mark found himself tensing, dread starting to fill him as Jeff paused. How had things gone so wrong so quickly? What had just happened? Jeff couldn't have seen the momentary guilt in his eyes... could he? "Just� pretend I�m him� it's okay� just pretend..." What the hell? Mark's eyes opened again as he sat up, the unexpected words sending a shock of emotions through him that he wasn't entirely willing to look at. Eyes wide, he met Jeff's startled gaze, vaguely aware of a burning sensation in his chest, the desire pulsing through him only a moment ago gone, turned to fuel his shocked reaction. "Pretend you're who, Jeff? Why? Why the hell would you think I'd need to..." Pausing in realised outrage, Mark's eyes narrowed. He could his heart going cold, the burning sinking down into an icy coating.�"Just exactly what sort of person do you think I am? You think I'd use somebody like that? That I'd use you like that? I may not have gotten down on bended knee, but I thought I made it clear that I don't do things like that." Another, darker thought came to mind and his eyes closed for an instant before opening again, his growing anger visible. Hopefully the matching pain wasn't. "Unless this was all a game to you." The words were almost deadly quiet, dropping into the silence of the room as he watched Jeff, a coldly burning tangle of hurt and anger and shock growing in his heart. **** Hunter had just gently dragged his teeth across the point of Shawn's collarbone when his imperious finger was taken and lovingly sucked into Dave's mouth.�The sensation of warm metal teasing the�inside of his knuckle�was serving to aid Hunters cock in its quest for some�hanky-panky.�While he'd never thought of his fingers as being particularly sensitive, Hunt was determining that having any part of his body in Dave's mouth was a huge turn-on. Lifting his face reluctantly from Shawn's golden skin, Hunter turned to look into Dave's wicked chocolate eyes with an enquiringly raised eyebrow? To say�erotic�tonguing�hadn't quite been the reaction Hunter was expecting would be a mild understatement. Maybe something more like a sarcastic 'sir, yes, sir' or a smack on the back of the head, but if Dave wanted to reward Hunter's 'tude with fore-play the�he wouldn't be the one complaining. In fact, Hunter could think of several other places he'd like rewarded in the immediate future. "You gonna joi... ..." 'It's funny,' Hunter thought several seconds later, as he was expertly pulled across Dave's lap via a rather frighteningly competent arm-lock, 'I still�can't read the guy for shit.'� Because, even as that arm-lock had pressed him down into Shawn's delicious body, Hunter's cheek resting on the blond's�sternum, while Dave's clothed form had�fitted so snugly against Hunt's naked back, he'd honestly thought the big man was kidding. A show of power to tell Hunter in no uncertain terms that his sass wouldn't be appreciated in the future. He hadn't expected... this. And Hunter sure as hell hadn't expected to like it. I need to borrow him for just a moment. Shawn's instant compliance with Dave's actions had shown Hunter he'd have no help from that end, but he honestly couldn't blame his friend. If he'd been in Shawn's position, instead of this one where he was splayed across Dave's thighs with a large warm hand on his ass, he could guarantee he'd be pretty fucking compliant as well. That same�warm hand was just stroking him at the moment and the sweet nature of the caress coupled with the luscious friction of Dave's pants against his hard-on, brought a sharp hiss from Hunter's lips. Still. There was no way he was gonna let Dave spank him, for Christ's sake. It had been thirty years since he'd last been paddled and he certainly wasn't five anymore. Just because Dave had him in really, really good hold, one Hunter couldn't break no matter how hard... hard... very, very hard he tried. Really... he had no chance. None. ... just teaching you a little lesson... You should never tease a wild animal because you never know how it's going to react... "That's..."�smack "..ow�fuck..." smack "...The..." smack "...fuck... Point." Hunter ground out through gritted teeth, while his non-existent inner five year old wailed. His�outer thirty-five year old cock was delighted with the progress of events. Each smarting 'thwack' causing Hunt to jump�slightly and his hardened�flesh to rub against�taut cotton over�warm muscle.�The blows hadn't been that hard, he'd certainly had worse in the ring. Although... his ass hadn't been on the receiving end of�any blows as far as Hunt could remember, but still... The once-again gentle touches and soft press of lips to his only really�marginally abused flesh, brought another wicked grin to Hunter's face. Fortunately his teeth were fast enough to stop his tongue issuing any�sentences containing the works "kiss" or "ass" while he was still in such a vulnerable position. Just as was considering saying something just for the hell of it, his wrist was released. Now, have you learned your lesson or do I need to continue? Given that Dave had responded to his continued pushing with something more off-beat than Hunter had been planning, Hunt felt he should rise to the standard his lover was setting. "No... no... I'm fine thanks." Hunter got his feet back up on the bed and rolled over in Dave's lap so his back was resting against those supporting thighs. Suspecting that support might disappear shortly and leave him on his ass on the floor, Hunter curled a fist into the front of Dave's shirt and tugged his dark lover down towards him for a long, apologetic kiss. "I'm not sorry," Hunt murmured against Dave's incredibly soft lips, "because if I get reactions like that, then the training program is working just fine." Feeling the supporting thighs begin to�go, Hunter rolled onto the floor and up to his feet pretty quickly for a man his size. Three big strides and he was in the bathroom, moving as if�those 'spanking hands' were coming after him. Not bothering to shut the door, he turned on the shower and dived in before leaning out�to check if anyone was coming after him. Dave had been dressed after all and the man would need a few moments to roll up his sleeves at least, if he planned on dragging Hunter out by his hair. Dipping said hair under the warm stream of water, Hunter reached around to his touch his pink buttocks.. Ow... hot water on�a spanked ass�hurt. **** Jeff had been about to trace his tongue down the side of Mark's beautiful erection when he was suddenly leaning back away from his lover's violent movement. Looking up Jeff saw a myriad of emotions in the burning green eyes, a rolling cycle of shock, hurt, anger and then shock again. No wonder he'd rarely been able to bring himself to look into Mark's eyes, seeing the depth of feeling in them, sometimes... sometimes it hurt. Pretend you're who, Jeff? Why? Why the hell would you think I'd need to... The clearest emotion of all, the brilliant jade wave that overwhelmed all the others and came crashing at Jeff like an executioner's axe. Ice cold rage. Jeff felt a terribly heavy weight settle in his gut. Oh no... oh no... what sort of person do you think I am? Not seven hours ago, those eyes had laughed with Jeff a loving warmth over an unfortunate lounge singer. No... no... . You think I'd... They'd burned as Jeff had made love to Mark with everything in him. Oh please... no.. That I'd use you... Once that warm happy�green had been something Jeff could easily become addicted to. Please... ...thought I made it clear that I don't do things like that... Now�it seemed�he'd killed that warmth dead. No... Unless this was all a game to you. "No!" The word burst out of Jeff, coming from somewhere inside him that refused to let this monstrous misunderstanding go on. 'Or was it a misunderstanding Mr. Hardy? Did you or did you not just assume that your lover, a man you have firmly established as one hell of a fine human being, would use you for sex without caring about your feelings?' 'But�that wasn't what I meant...' Jeff yelled at his conscience while Mark stared at him with eyes gone hard as flint. Oh damn.�That was exactly what he'd just done. Fix it, fix it, fix it. Lie if you have to... just fix it. No. He'd never lie to Mark. "No... not a game... I swear...." Jeff had never felt so fucking stupid in his entire life. What the hell had he been thinking? "...I..." Part of Jeff wanted to sit back, to give Mark some space because he was so very obviously extremely pissed with Jeff right now. But another part, the saner voice said that could look bad, given what he'd just said. The thing was to not be a coward, to not go all passive-aggressive and try to be the victim here. He'd done something really shitty and Jeff should be man enough to apologise and beg Mark to forgive him. Mark may kick him out on his ass, and he'd certainly deserve it, but at least Jeff would set the record straight. Taking a deep breath, Jeff reigned in his wildly chaotic thoughts, pulled himself into a cross-legged position and reached a hand out to touch Mark's leg. Hoping against hope that it wouldn't be moved as far from Jeff as it could get, Jeff met Mark's frozen eyes and tried to repair the damage he'd just done. "Not a game Mark, not for a second." The words were tumbling out now, pushing past Jeff's lips in their desperation to be heard, to be accepted... to be forgiven? "That was just about the shittiest thing to say and I am a complete prick for saying it. I didn't think that you would... I mean... not like that... just you looked kinda like you were upset that I was here... and I do know that's my own crap talking not yours... and I did think... I'm so sorry Mark, but I did think... that maybe you would have wanted... him... instead." Jeff lifted one shoulder in an embarrassed shrug because, hey, could he get anymore pathetic? "I don't even know who he is, but I got that you're not over him totally and that's okay. Really. And shit... I'm making this worse aren't I?" Mark's expression had changed, but for the life of him Jeff couldn't read it. He was frozen out now, unable to pick what Mark was thinking�and honestly... Jeff couldn't blame him for it. "L-last night," and yeah, so he couldn't keep his voice steady when he thought about last night, it had been... everything, "last night was amazing for me, you were... you are... probably the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me and if I've fucked this up by being an idiot and insulting you, then I know I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life. I'm really, really sorry I thought that shit about you... again. Shit!" Jeff scooted to the edge of the bed and looked around desperately for his pants. "I can't believe I fucked this up twice! Twice!" Spying them on the floor, Jeff ached to reach for the soft mass of cloth, to put his armour on and run away from what he'd done here. He would be the fuck-up, the failure, the poor 'woe is me' pretty boy who's never been treated nice so pity him 'cos he's so screwed up... Except it was all bullshit, because Mark had been treating him like a fuckin' prince all night and look what Jeff had done. 'Suck it up Jeff.' Looking at his naked feet, because looking into that frozen jade would just break his heart, Jeff gave it a last, desperate shot. "Okay... okay... this isn't me trying to be�the victim or putting more shit on you, I swear. But, do you want me to leave? I would totally understand given that I keep punching these big fucking holes in you, that you might be sick of the sight of me... it's just... I don't want to go. I can if you need me to, but if I could stay Mark?�If you could give me one more chance I would try my fucking hardest not to do that stuff, not to put my crap on you." Jeff so badly wanted to be forgiven by Mark, because he'd�never forgive himself if Mark told him to go. "I'm sorry Mark. Can I stay?" **** As he drifted from the depths of sleep and one really hot dream, Scott became aware of three things almost simultaneously... he was wrapped around the warmth of Kevin's body, Kevin was awake and petting him, and damn did his backside sting. Right on the heels of that came the knowledge that Kevin was hungry again, noticed by the distinct rumbling of the stomach he was half draped over. He was warm and comfortable and didn�t really want to move right now, but nature was calling and he knew it'd take him awhile to make it to the bathroom. Shifting in Kevin's arms, he moaned quietly and forced his eyelids open. Kevin was all smiles this morning and Scott could hardly blame him. Last night had been good, both in revelations and their mutual satisfaction. Turning his head slightly, he rubbed his face against the broad chest he was resting against with a smile of his own. "Good morning, babe." His reply was muffled against Kevin's chest, but surely his lover got the point. How he loved that deep scratchy morning rumble in Kev's voice. Lifting his head slightly, he looked up at Kev, waiting for his lover to broach the subject of food. He knew it wouldn't be long in coming, not with the way Kevin's stomach was growling. "So... you hungry? I thought I'd order breakfast once you were up." Scott laughed, the sound husky and loud in the quiet room. "How did I know that was coming?" he asked with a grin. "Actually... I was thinking..." Ignoring Kevin's reaction to that statement, he continued. "I'm not sure I like the idea of not checking in with the guys until the pay-per-view. Maybe we should call around and see if anyone is up for lunch?" The guys might say no, depending on what they were up to, but Scott at least wanted to make the attempt. Even with all of his personal issues with the bottle, he and Kevin had still kept an eye on Shawn, Hunter, and Sean over the years. They had taken care of the guys when possible and Kevin had taken care of Scott. Scott might insist on taking care of himself now, at least the majority of the time, but keeping an eye on the other three was almost ingrained and not something he wanted to change. They were family after all. Glen and Sean seemed to be happy and Glen was now considered part of their family as well. They would accept Dave as well, Hunter and Shawn were smart enough and old enough to make their own decisions after all, but it would be nice to have a chance to get to know the guy a little better. Besides, after Dave ending up with shiners yesterday and what Kevin had told him had happened in the locker room with Hunter, Dave, and Mark, Scott thought it would be a good idea to check in on them, just in case. Stretching enough to press his lips to Kevin's, Scott then crawled over top of him and eased himself off the bed for the long journey to the bathroom. He'd let Kevin put the cream on and then he'd be all set to sit in the restaurant, unlike Kev's uncomfortable experience yesterday. "Why don't you start calling the guys? We can shoot the breeze while we eat and then head to the airport." Stopping at the doorway to the bathroom, Scott turned and looked back at Kevin. "I think... I think we should tell the guys that we're going... home... together, if you want to." Sending a gentle smile in Kevin's direction, Scott slipped into the bathroom. **** "But I�m gonna be a sulky brat just so you know. I never could take my just desserts like a man. In fact�" Since Chris was staring at the ceiling rather than at him, Adam felt safe grinning about Chris' little declaration. He was familiar with Chris' occasional sulky fits and in most cases he would be tempted to give in and just give the man what he wanted... but not right now. Chris was getting a just punishment, darn it all, and Adam wasn't going to cave in just because of that cute little pout on that adorably luscious mouth. He wasn't. Nope. "�speaking of �taking it�... fantasy about you fucking me in the toilet of a plane? We wouldn�t have much room... but you could still fuck me� hard� watch us in the little mirror over the sink and come right there... we�re flying home today aren�t we love?" His emotions flying all over the place, from a shiver of desire to a growl of mock irritation to amusement, Adam kept his eyes on his lover's face. He'd known that Chris would try to push him to hurry so he wasn't truly aggravated at his tactics, but damn did it tempt him to get right to the heart of matters. A temptation that he was not going to give in to, despite his body's urging. "Nice try there babe," he said with another grin. "I think that's number twelve on my list of thousands and," he said as he grabbed one slim ankle and lifted Chris' leg upwards, "I would certainly be willing to give it a shot on our way home today, but..." Adam swirled his tongue over the arch of Chris' foot just enough to feel him try to flinch and pull away. "It's not going to make me give you what you want any sooner." Stopping his verbal taunting for a moment, he sucked the big toe between his lips and teased it just as he had Chris' fingers. "I mean if I give in now..." A quick swipe of his tongue across the pads of all the other toes within his reach. "You'll think I'm going to give in all the time. Bad precedent, babe." Ignoring the fact that Chris was trying to draw his foot out of his grasp, Adam nipped the heel and then worked his tongue slowly over the sensitive arch again. From there he worked his way over the top tendons stretching into the trim ankle. Lifting Chris leg at an even greater angle, he tongued his way over the bottom of a tightly clenched calf with slow, swirling circles. A lick over that delicious patch behind Chris knee and a gentle scrape of his teeth was damn near a requirement... Chris' response bringing another wicked smile to Adam's lips. With an outline of his kneecap and a gentle kiss, Adam figured that was a good place to stop with that leg... for now. Gently lowering the limb to the sheets, he winked at Chris before turning to the perfect match of the leg he'd just tortured. Chris couldn't withstand the onslaught against his foot this time, jerking harder against Adam's grip. "You know� tickling is outlawed� by amnesty international..." The little gasps and hiccups between Chris' words had him working that much harder to hear more of them. So incredibly cute, he noted, filing away the ticklishness of Chris' feet for future reference. Oh yeah. He'd be using that one again in the near future for sure. By the time he'd covered foot to knee on this side, Chris was obviously getting a bit... anxious. Ignoring the glare he spotted on his lover's face, he laid the second limb back on the bed and then wiggled his brows at Chris. He had to admit that he was having loads of fun, tasting his lover head to toe, but he was as anxious as Chris to get to particular points on this lovely tour. Easing onto his side between the deliciously wicked sprawl of Chris' legs, he continued his torture along the curve of a tanned, sensitive inner thigh. Licking and nipping his way towards the juncture of Chris' legs, he stopped to suck harshly on one smooth spot. His hair spilled across Chris' balls and the base of his shaft, rubbing silkily over them as he teased the reddened spot with his tongue. The hitch in Chris' breathing and the quiet, husky whine of his name spurred him on in his task. One teasing swipe of his tongue along the heavy fruit so near his cheek and he peeled himself away to devote equal care and teasing to the other golden thigh. He could smell the pervading scent of Chris' arousal, his nostrils twitching as he worked his way along the sentient path. Everything about this man beneath him held him captive, drew him further into the snare of his love for the man. He had no urge to fight it, surrendered willingly to the all-consuming bindings around his heart. "Adam..." Startled by the needy whimper, he realized that he'd paused, the scruffy hair on his cheek nestled against Chris' groin. Whoops. He'd be content lying right here for awhile, but somehow he doubted that Chris would be happy if he did. Turning his head slightly, his eyes traveling the long expanse of Chris' body, he searched for the perfect blue of his lover's eyes as he nuzzled his nose and chin against Chris' balls. Catching a flash of blue, he smiled and set his tongue and mouth to work. Wrapping his lips around one of the firm fleshy fruit at the base of Chris' shaft, he alternately teased it with his tongue and sucked firmly on the ball, reveling in the sounds that spilled from Chris' mouth. Deciding that since, in essence, Chris had cheated earlier he was allowed to do the same, Adam ran one long finger up the length of Chris' hard shaft as he switched his attention to Chris' other twin. Sure he was supposed to be displaying oral talents, but he doubted that at this point Chris would object to whatever means he chose to use. Since Chris had already threatened revenge, why then he might as well make it worth his while. Right? The resulting moan convinced him that he'd done the right thing. He was tempted to move on to the straining length of flesh lying proudly against his lover's stomach, but there was something else he wanted first. He had a favor to return and Adam was a big stickler for doing that sort of thing after all. Nudging his arm and shoulder under Chris' thigh, he pushed gently until Chris' foot rested firmly on the mattress, his knee bent. Wrapping his arm around the bulging muscles, he laid his hand firmly against his lover's hip as he dipped his head, his tongue running firmly down the crease between his lover's firm golden mounds. Chris obviously sunbathed in the buff and if that wasn't a thrilling bit of information for living out future fantasies, Adam wasn't sure what might be. While considering the possibilities of a nude picnic on a private beach, he circled his tongue around the small pucker of flesh that was now his primary focus. Tightening his arm around Chris' muscular limb, Adam scraped his teeth gentle over the rosy circle before pushing his tongue firmly into the silky warm tunnel. Teasing and taunting, he thrust and withdrew his tongue in mimicry of another act. Chris' warm lightly musky flavor burst over his tongue and the wildly uninhibited reactions his exploration was causing kept luring him back over and over for another taste... until Chris' words finally registered in his mind. Taking pity on his lover and his obviously over-stimulated state, he lifted his head, his eyes locking with those endlessly deep blue wells. The need burning within the depths was almost startling, the near-desperation for release shining vividly. With a small smile of understanding, he pushed to a kneeling position and ducked his head to take a long, wet swipe along the hard flesh lying against Chris' stomach. As his tongue wrapped around the swollen, weeping crown he reached for the tiny packet of lube that he'd hidden under the end of the sheet. He hadn't wanted Chris to know it was coming or that he was planning on cheating just a bit himself. With one hand he snapped the tip of the lube free and squeezed it onto his fingers before tossing the packet to the side. As he wrapped his lips around the purplish head, he slipped two lubed fingers slowly into the hole he'd just snacked upon. Swallowing around his mouthful, he sucked Chris' length into the back of his throat as he located the small bundle of nerves with his fingers. With small firm strokes against that sweet spot, he started bobbing his head in a slow, lazy manner. Chris' hips snapped upward and Adam moaned in encouragement around the hard cock in his throat. As his lover's hips descended towards the mattress, he held his position, and as Chris' ass settled against the bed just the tip of his cock remained within Adam's mouth. Circling the engorged head with his tongue, he waited, prodding gently with his fingers in hope of a similar reaction. Rewarded with another impatient thrust of hips, Adam hummed happily, but still didn't move. He wondered for a moment if Chris' voice had failed him, but the gasped plea answered that question. "Adam... please." With renewed vigor, he fell upon the steely length, sucking and licking. A gentle fondling with his free hand of Chris' balls and it was all over. With his eyes locked on his lover's rapturous expression, Adam swallowed quickly as the warm salty cream burst into his mouth. While Chris collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, Adam gently cleaned him with his tongue... very thoroughly. Sitting up, he smiled down at his lover. They would definitely have to do this again someday. **** Chris thought it might just work. There was a cessation of activity near his hip bone and while this was actually the opposite effect Chris had been hoping for, there was a chance the pace would pick up in a second. While his body literally hummed with tension, Chris� brain began debating the merits of his spur of the moment plan. Getting Adam to �fucking get on with the fucking� had been his intention, but some other, twisted little part of him was threatening to mourn the loss of Adam�s punishing tongue. Having every square inch of your body teased, tasted and adored was a luxurious experience not to be missed and CJ was almost hoping Adam wouldn�t give in. The deep, rumbling growl coming from Adam brought a pleased smile to CJ�s face and a desperate twitch to his aching erection. God, it felt like he�d been hard for weeks. First waking up ready and roaring to Adam�s sleepy naked body, then the live-action porn of his gorgeous boyfriend jacking off in front of him and finally the kill Chris with my mouth main feature. Really, if Adam didn�t finish him off soon then CJ was gonna kick his lover off the bed� carefully �cos you know ribs� and get to work himself. If his verbal taunt didn�t work, then he�d be on the edge of begging and no pride in the world was going to stop him. The question truly was just how stubborn and strong-minded Adam was going to be, or if he would give in to CJ�s verbal dare and get on with it. With something. Anything to take away the coiled spring of desire currently residing directly under Chris� cock. Chris� vain hope that his �fuck in the toilet� gambit would pay off was firmly squelched when the sexy growl mutated into� Nice try there babe. Dammit, dammit, dammit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!... ... ... ... yay twelve on my list of thousands List of�..? Chris blinked at the ceiling as he tried to process those words. Adam had thousands of fantasies where he fucked Chris? Or Chris fucked him? Wow. Looking at his mental pile of daydreams, CJ could only come up with about twenty different scenarios where they did the dirty. Mostly involving locker-rooms, showers, airplanes and Chris being bent over something with Adam�s cock up his ass. Thousands? Cool. Taking Adam�s commitment to their mile-high liaison as gospel, Chris flinched slightly as Adam took his foot and began to treat it with the same delicious attentions as he had the rest of CJ�s desire-soaked body. Not many people knew how ticklish he was and those that did, knew they were walking the very fine line of agonizing death if they ever used it against him. Fortunately, at least, it wasn�t just any touching that sent Chris into convulsions, it was when it the caresses were feather-light�.like now, like, like now!... that started the giggles. I mean if I give in now� think I'm going to give in all the time Adam narrowly avoided a foot in the face, but strengthened his grip enough that Chris�s feet weren�t over stimulated and his jaw remained intact. "No� I... wouldn�t�" Chris� voice was still all torn up with sexual agony. "� you�ll� always� be a� sadistic� ah� Babe you�" The toe sucking still got gurgled at though, as did the scrape of teeth over the fine skin of his leg. Chris honestly hadn�t been aware that kneecaps were an erogenous zone! But his had apparently put in for club membership as Adam�s tongue on them were sending those tingling little buzzes straight to CJ�s cock. He was almost aching now as Adam continued his torture of Chris' other leg, sinful mouth and wicked eyes embedding themselves in Chris� soul. No had ever, ever made him wait this long and CJ was now wondering if he didn�t have some sort of masochist streak, because this punishment, the sex torture and the denial were seriously becoming the new black in his kink fashion. Although he�d be thinking a bit more carefully about any future public nudity. A too-soft touch had Chris� leg moving without permission from his brain. Giggles dropping from his lips in a way that shouldn�t still have felt sexy, CJ writhed and twisted under that tormenting mouth. Adam was killing him� this was supposed to be death by sex, not by the tickle-monster. "You know� tickling is outlawed� by Amnesty International..." and if it wasn�t, it should be. Okay� this was starting to be not fun. Adam must have sensed Chris� growing frustration, because he suddenly changed gears, letting the imprisoned leg drop back to the bed and finally� finally, touching CJ where he so desperately wanted to be touched. That smooth twist of honeyed hair across his groin was sweet agony, the touch of his lover�s lips on his balls like a grip of fire. Arching up into Adam�s warm, wet mouth, Chris scraped his fingernails into the cotton sheets as he tried to control a primitive urge to thrust. To move just those few inches and press his cock into that same heat that was almost going to bring him to orgasm as it was. Chris� world then turned upside down as Adam fondled and savoured his body like a feast. Looking at the back of his eyelids, he dived into the pool of lovely sensations flowing through him, wallowing in the feel of his Adam�s tongue on his balls and� and� Adam was just like... chilling out down there. "Adam..." Pride comatose in the corner, Chris was all for acknowledging and begging, even if it had sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Yep, that�s it baby. Now Adam was really going to town, tongue all over, fingers getting busy and Chris was just a boneless pile of goo supporting a ridiculously painful erection that was so hard a cat couldn�t scratch it. Feeling his body being opened up with Adam�s tongue, Chris� own mouth lost all sense of responsibility and began to babble like a mad thing. "�please� please� Adam� love� you� baby� so good� to feel your mouth on me... not a punishment� reward Adam� this is a� reward� please� please� Adam� please� please� please�" please Warm, wet fingers inside him and warm, hot mouth sucking him down and Chris was pushing, pressing and thrusting his cock past Adam�s lips and spiraling� �right out of the galaxy. **** Crawling up next to Chris, he laid down on his right side, in deference to his injury, and cuddled up next to his dazed lover. Even sweaty and mussed, Chris was still so damn cute it made his heart ache. And to think that this beautiful person was the one he planned on waking up next to for the foreseeable future, and if he had his way a long time beyond that. Rather proud of himself for Chris' currently spaced-out condition, Adam gently stroked a calming hand over his lover's smooth, warm skin. Nuzzling gently against Chris' neck, he ran his tongue over the slightly reddened spot he'd left earlier. "As much as I'd love to linger here with you all day, we do have a flight to make later, and I don't know about you, but I could really use something to eat." With one last lick to Chris' neck, Adam pushed himself from the bed and started tossing their things into various bags. Grabbing the pills from the nightstand, he quickly shook out two, going into the bathroom for a glass of water to take them with. When he walked back out, he ran his fingers through Chris' hair, then tossed the pills gently on Chris' chest. "I took two for the plane trip, but once we get home, put those somewhere and forget about them, will ya sweetheart?" While he gathered the rest of their things together, Chris slipped into the bathroom and Adam could hear the shower running. He'd liked to take one as well, but knew he probably shouldn't get his hair wet just yet... which really sucked. Slipping into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt... screw Vince's dress code... Adam pulled out a baseball cap and slapped it over his head. Eating in the restaurant with a cap on was kind of rude, but it'd be a lot less disturbing to people's sensibilities than the sight of the blood in his hair. He wanted to scratch at it because it was starting to itch and it really bugged the hell out of him, but he knew there wasn't much he could do about it until they made it home. He'd wash it tonight, even if he had to wait until Chris fell asleep to do it. He wondered how long it would take for Chris to get irritated with him. He was already out of bed and had packed all their things, he was going to sit and eat in the restaurant, they had to fly home, and he fully planned on being up long enough to shower and wash his hair. So much for staying in bed. Whoops. And he had a feeling it would get worse. He hated being inactive anymore. Having been forced to take so many precautions and the time he'd been forced to 'relax' after his neck surgery had taken its toll. Even if bed-rest was what he should be doing for his ribs and the concussion, he just wouldn't be able to handle laying in bed 24 hours a day for the next four days... and without the medication, his restlessness would only get worse. Chris walked out of the bathroom then, his hair still wet, and shivering slightly. Chris was insane with those ice cold rinses and Adam was going to tell him so. Pulling his lover into his arms to warm him for a moment, Adam smiled at Chris. "You're nuts, sweetheart." Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, Adam then pulled away and handed Chris his bag so that he could find something to wear. While Chris found his clothes, Adam went into the bathroom to gather their personal items and saw the mini-cast sitting on the sink. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the splint and carried it back into the bedroom, pausing long enough to grab a roll of tape from his own bag. Ignoring the flash of irritation from Chris, he helped his lover re-bandage his fingers with a reproving looking. Internally, his irritation flared at the man responsible for Chris' injury. He'd love to get his hands on Terry, just for five minutes. Long enough to put the fear of the psychotically insane into him, whether Adam really was or not, he knew he could convince Terry that he was. Trying to shake off his anger, he faked a smile for Chris' benefit. "So are we meeting Jay and Bunnykins for eats?" Bunnykins... still so damn funny. "I'm starving. Oh... and no matter what, Jay is not driving to the airport. I'd like to reach the plane in one piece or at least as close to one piece as I already am. I would volunteer, but the codeine's going to have me acting a bit... odd... fair warning. You only have one good hand, so it looks like Bunnykins gets the nomination." **** to be continued...

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