"ITVR: Chapter 82"
Nerves.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Sean wasn't at all sure what to think of Jeff's reaction to his little tease. His eyes narrowed as he watched Jeff sink down into his chair. He hardly thought that Jeff's turning white as a sheet was due to a salad aversion, but he couldn't think of a single reason his comment had caused the reaction either... until Jeff spoke. "S-Sean has a point in all that chatter Mark. What is Vince going to think?" Ignoring for a moment the 'chatter' comment, he wondered what in the hell Jeff was worried about Vince for. Sure Jeff had just come back to work for the company, but he was reacting like Vince had a say-so in his personal life and that just struck Sean as weird. Vince didn't usually involve himself in the stuff going on backstage as long as they weren't running around naked in the streets or ending up on page one of the National Enquirer. Except maybe in the case of Hunter, and he was still blown away by that little revelation, Sean couldn't imagine Vince caring who was sleeping with whom. Hell, Hunter and some of the other top tier stars such as Mark took more interest in stuff like that than Vince ever had and that was because they were trying to put a stop to younger stars being forced to put out to maintain their positions in the company. That wasn't a really an issue in the company today because of those men. There had to be another reason that Jeff was so worried about Vince's reaction and Sean wanted to know what it was. He wasn't about to ask directly... he wasn't quite that tactless. Okay, so he might be on occasion, but he wasn't going to provoke Mark that much. He wasn't stupid enough to think their new arrangement would excuse that kind of curiosity without a reaction. He'd just have to work around the subject carefully. "Hey yo!" Sean turned to listen to what Scott had to say. It was impossible not to answer to that age-old call that Scott liked to toss around when he wanted everyone's attention. Sean was no more impervious to it than anyone else at the table. He smirked over Scott's comment about the chaos that they provided. Like Scott and Kev weren't fully capable of providing just as much. He'd suspected that Scott and Kev were back together in more than just a 'sex with the ex because it's too damn good to pass up' way when he had talked to Scott on the phone the day before they had shown up at Raw together. When he told Glen, his lover wasn't so sure, but Sean had just known from the happiness evident in Scott's voice that it was true. He'd been worried Monday night by Scott's odd mood, but that seemed to have passed. This announcement just made it official as far as Sean was concerned. He couldn't help his reaction so he didn't even try. "I knew it! I told you, didn't I Glen? I told you they'd get back together," he said halting for a split second when Glen tried to shush him. "No I will not hush. This is kind of like that movie... what's it called again? The one where the kid's parents split up and then get back together at the end of the movie... awesome movie. And I always knew that Kev and Scott would too, so there!" When Hunter stood up to say a few words, Sean automatically toned it down. Why? Because he was curious what the man would have to say. Hunter had pulled away from all of them, despite Sean's best efforts to the contrary. He was honestly surprised that Hunt had even shown up today until he'd seen who was with him. He'd have let Shawn and Dave lead him around too so Sean could hardly argue with that. Still... it was really nice to see Hunt interacting with the rest of them for a change. Sean just hoped it was a permanent change. He turned back to Mark and Jeff just in time to see Mark smile and almost fell on his ass. He'd have to admit that the last person he'd ever thought to see smile that way would be Mark. And the PDA from the man was off the charts, well... for Mark it was. He was still thrilled that he'd been right about the two of them and he wasn't about to forget it. Especially since they'd both admitted to it. He'd crow about it some more later though. He'd missed most of what was said between the two though he'd certainly been close enough that he probably could have heard it. He was trying to stick to his and Mark's agreement though so he busied himself with listening to the others at the table while they had their 'moment'. Raising a brow at Scott's comment about Hunter swiping his clothes, he considered asking and then decided he was probably better off not knowing. Imagining Hunt in a flashy purple vest and trunks would be traumatizing to his young mind and besides... Jeff had just bolted for the buffet. Turning, he looked at Mark warily for a moment before following the younger man. He never had gotten his slice of cake after all and he thought after his remarkable restraint, he deserved it. Sidling up to Hardy, Sean smiled at him. "If I'd known you had something against salad, I'd have suggested the dessert bar instead. You boycotting greens because they're serving French dressing or something?" he asked with a raised brow. ---- Glen kept a watchful eye on the situation with Jeff and Mark though he tried hard not to show that that was what he was doing. Even he hadn't guessed at Jeff's reaction to Sean's little comment and to say he was surprised by it would be an understatement. He knew by taking one look at Sean that he'd been surprised and confused by Hardy's reaction. Glen was even more surprised when Sean didn't jump in with questions about why Vince would care if Mark and Jeff were together or not. He was happy that his lover was actually making an effort to stick to his agreement with Mark, but he had to wonder how long it was going to last before one of them irritated the other. Because of their personalities it was bound to happen eventually. Hopefully this time they would handle it differently than they had in the past. It would certainly make his life easier if they could get along for five minutes at a time. When Scott yelled out his standard attention getting "Hey yo" Glen turned just like everyone else. It was just automatic anymore as long as he'd been with this group. He smiled as Scott made the announcement and winced as Sean started shrieking in his ear. Exchanging a smile of understanding with Kevin, he knew the man would know that he was happy for the two of them. Now all he had to do was listen to Sean remind him that he'd been right about them... for probably the next six months. The fact that he'd been right about Mark and Jeff, and had it confirmed by the two, would only make it worse. But if that was the worst that he had to deal with then the two of them were lucky. Seeing that Sean now had some of his bounce back made Glen ecstatic. He'd been going to check his lover's temperature if it hadn't shown up in the next half-hour. Of course he could have done without that bounce leading him over to the buffet and one Jeff Hardy. Turning to smile at Mark, Glen couldn't help but say something to his long-time friend. "So... you two figured it out. That's good. Going to see each other over the break? If not, then you can come stay with us in Knoxville, though I won't promise that Sean's not going to point out his 'rightness' every five minutes. And if that scares you off, I expect a phone call at the very least sometime this week." **** Only Mark's reflexes saved him. The instinctive jerk of his head away from Jeff as the younger man shot to his feet kept him from having a sore jaw for the next few days, but the sudden movement worried him, to say the least. He'd been watching as Jeff's eyes slowly unfocused at his touch and wishing that they didn't have to separate in such a short time... and then this. If he were a paranoid man, he'd say that his lover was running away from him. The gesture toward the buffet squelched that particular fear before it could fully form, but there was something obviously wrong here. Frowning, Mark forced himself to remain where he was as Jeff spoke. "Umm... I do, I do feel the same..." Then why... ? "I'm gonna get food now... NO!" His movement cut short before it really began, Mark sank back down into the chair, his confusion clearly showing now. He wouldn't mind some food, too, but if for some reason Jeff wanted to be by himself for a few minutes he could wait. The growl from his stomach told him what his body thought of that idea, since he'd been smelling various lunch-type scents for the last ten minutes or so, and with a mental shrug, he continued to ignore it. "I'll get it. You stay here. Just... I need a second to compose myself, Lover. " A second to... Mark's eyes flashed over Jeff's body, finally realising that the tension he'd felt in the slim body hadn't been just from the idea of Vince objecting to the new twist in their relationship. The endearment was unexpected, but Mark discovered that he rather liked it... even if it had been in a public place. Apparently he wasn't the only one still feeling the effects from this morning's aborted activities. Trying hard to suppress his own reactions, he knew that his eyes were probably giving him away as Jeff's own eyes widened before he turned and headed for the buffet. If he was interpreting Jeff's reaction correctly, at least part of his lover's tension was simply from Mark touching him. Suddenly he found himself wondering if his voice had been part of the reason for that sudden movement, too... While Shawn had responded more to the tone of his voice than his accent---for obvious reasons---some of his other lovers in the past had been highly susceptible to the combination. Adam leapt to mind, and Mark's lips curled as he remembered taking advantage of that particular button to torment the blond after a separation due to one of their international tours. He'd never been prone to doing things like that, but that particular day... Well, he'd never thought of broom closets as particularly interesting until that afternoon. Even the sight of Sean following Jeff to the buffet wasn't enough to make him stop smiling, although his smile probably wasn't too noticeable to anyone but the people around him. He knew that Waltman always meant well... and they'd agreed to try to deal with each other... Glen's voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned in his seat to face his friend. "So... you two figured it out. That's good. Going to see each other over the break?" Narrowing his eyes at the man, Mark still couldn't quite hide his smile. At least Glen wasn't going to hold his "I-told-you-so"s over his head for the next six months like Sean probably would. Leaning back in his chair, Mark nodded, not quite able to keep from glancing over at the buffet every so often to follow Jeff with his eyes. Raising an eyebrow at Glen's offer, Mark had to wonder just how worried his best friend had been about him lately. Even with his and Sean's agreement, Glen knew that the two of them in the same enclosed space for four days would be... interesting at best. "I appreciate it, Glen, but I don't think I'll take you up on this time. Jeff's going to be staying with me. He has to go home first, but that gives me a chance to make sure the house is actually livable." That made him think of all the things he had to do when he got home... Sighing slightly, he reminded himself to take the time to get it all done during the break. This was the first decent one he'd had in quite a while and who knew what his schedule would be like after next week? Vince might want him to work with Jeff, but he'd been noticeably reluctant to decrease Mark's schedule like Mark had been asking for the last few months. Maybe now he'd be able to hold that over Vince's head and get some real time off. Especially considering the events of the last day, that thought was a very nice one. "And if that scares you off, I expect a phone call at the very least sometime this week." Rolling his eyes, Mark answered, "Yes, Dad. I have some other calls to make too, I'm sure... I'll try to fit you into my busy schedule." **** Once they'd arrived at the airport, Adam had had to engage in a battle with Jay over carrying his own bag. Normally when he was hurt he'd have had no problems letting his friend carry the damn thing, but he was missing a few necessities for the flight and he wasn't about to have Jay's prying eyes watch him while he retrieved those items. Pushing Jay ahead to be led into the building by Bunnykins, Adam dug through the assorted things in his bag until he found what he was looking for... a pair of dark shades, like he'd go into an airport without them, and a little packet that he tucked into his pocket for later. He wasn't completely sure they still had an appointment for that mid-air rendezvous, but he wasn't going to take the chance of being unprepared if Chris did slip off to the lavatory during the flight. And speaking of his brand new lover... Adam was happy to let him handle checking them in. He always got funny looks from the check-in attendants for the glasses thing. Like he was a mad bomber or something. Luckily it didn't take long before they were allowed to board the plane and Adam grinned as they headed to the back seats while Ty and Jay headed up front. That pretty much answered his question on what Chris had planned and Adam couldn't have been happier. Even the touchy-feely steward offering to do up Chris' seatbelt couldn't dampen his anticipation. After fidgeting for nearly half an hour, he was ready to stand up and cheer when Chris winked at him and unclipped his belt. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he'd be drawing attention to himself when that was the last thing they needed right now. He waited a moment or two and then slipped off his own belt before scooting into the aisle and heading towards the lavatories. When he reached the doors, he noticed the steward lingering in the area and raised a brow when the guy looked at him. He almost laughed as the guy went scurrying up the aisle with a smirk on his face. Reaching out, he opened the door a crack. Changing the pitch of his voice, he spoke through the crack. "Is everything okay in there, sir? I could call for assistance if you need a hand." Grinning like a maniac, he slipped into the tiny cubicle and directly against Chris' back, pressing him against the countertop. Dipping his head, he used his cheek to brush the fall of blond hair to the side, giving him access to the smooth column of Chris' neck. Even as his mouth opened to taste the slightly salty skin there, his hands dropped to the snap of Chris' jeans. In a few bare seconds he had the zipper down and was sliding his fingers inside the denim and over the warm silky skin covering his lover's hipbones. He worked his way up Chris' neck to nip at his ear even as he pushed the denim down as far as he could manage in the tight space. "Lucky for you I made it in here when I did," he said, his voice low and husky with just a touch of humor. Wrapping his hand around the hard smooth shaft he'd freed, he gave it a couple of firm short strokes as he pressed his own hard length against Chris' backside. "You almost ended up with Sparky standing here instead and imagine the commotion it would have made when I pulled him out of here to kick his ass." Suddenly turning serious, he locked eyes with Chris' in the mirror, knowing that Chris could see how much he wanted him... needed him. Releasing his hand from the tempting length of flesh between Chris' thighs, he dug into his pocket and pulled the small packet out. With his other hand, he pushed his sweats as low as he could before tearing open the lube. While he was slicking the gel along his own throbbing shaft, he leaned his chin on Chris' shoulder close to his ear, his eyes still meeting Chris' through the reflection. "Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" he whispered quietly, letting his breath blow against the shell of his lover's ear. "Squeezed in here so tight we can barely move..." He let his hard length press against Chris' hip while he squeezed the rest of the lubricant onto his fingers. Leaning forward a bit, he lowered his slick fingers until they found his intended target. He slipped one finger inside as he continued speaking low and deep. "Do you have any clue how badly I wanted to do this on that flight back from Australia? Every time you went back to the bathroom I wanted to follow you... do just what I'm doing now." The second finger slipped in easily and Adam wasn't in the mood to prolong things given the threat of discovery and his need. Still, he wasn't about to chance hurting his lover for any reason. He brushed his fingers against the bulge of Chris' prostate as he asked his next question. "Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready for me to fuck you hard and fast knowing that someone could be standing right on the other side of that door waiting for it to open?" Pulling his fingers from Chris' sheathe, he pressed his rigid length into the cleft of Chris' ass. "Tell me how much you want it Chris. Tell me." **** Hunter resumed his seat and let the warm reunion of his two friends wash over him as he placed his empty coffee cup on the table. He'd meant every word he'd said to the two men, particularly the bit about helping Scotty move. The man�owned literally heaps of everything, clothing, books, CDs, paintings and he never, ever, threw any of it away. Most of the jumble of possessions and furniture were kept in storage, but Hunter had helped Scott move once and had vowed never to do so again. In a fit of anal tidiness, Hunter had once threatened to break into his friend's home and spring clean all the accumulated stuff if Hall didn't do it himself. He never had though as he'd been soundly glared at and told that if he tried to toss out even one twelve year old t-shirt he'd be walking funny for a week. At the time Hunter had laughed off the punishment as a joke, but he found himself re-evaluating his opinions after Dave's�actions this morning. Much as he loved the man dearly, being spanked by Scotty wasn't high on Hunt's 'To Do' list, but he'd be a liar if he said the idea of Dave doing it again wasn't near the top. Yes, he'd been hard and horny this morning when Dave had grabbed him and delivered those brief swats, yet it had been the control he was subjected to as well as the feel of Dave's hands on his ass that had left�Hunter with an erection that could drive nails. He'd never explored this intriguing, unexpected side of his sexuality before, mainly due to the nature of the people he'd fallen for over the years. Hunter smirked as he imagined the reaction his last ex would have had if Hunt had tried to paddle him. Having a man that scary taking to his cock with force was not something to be sneezed at and Hunt doubted that he'd ever be able to submerge his ego sufficiently to submit in return. No, not to him.�In fact, not a single one of the�other men or women he joined between the sheets had managed to get Hunter to give up his control. Oh sure, he'd taken men into his body with a wild passion for the hot ecstasy of the act, but it was always under his terms and never with Hunter submissive. Thinking of the two men becoming such irrevocable parts of his life, Hunter knew with a certainty that surprised him, that he'd give up to control to either one of them if they asked. The question would be who would ask who first. Probably Shawn. In the elevator last night Hunter had speculated on Shawn and Dave's inclinations and had experienced a brief flare of doubt. Not about them... god no... but about himself. Hunter had absolutely no idea how he'd react in such a situation, either as dominant or submissive, but his desire to have a huge phone call with Kevin suddenly rose to the forefront of his mind. Although that would be a hell of a conversation opener. "So Kev... if I take to Dave's butt with a riding crop, how can I tell he won't turn around and beat the shit outta me?" Shawn's reaction wouldn't be a problem, he and Hunter had been reading each other for a decade and it would be plain as day to him what the beautiful blond was into and what he wasn't. Although he'd often teased his beloved for his infamous activities and his collection of hand cuffs, Hunt and Shawn had never been that blatant or frank in a discussion about sex before. All he had were guesses and, if he were honest, fantasies.�Hunter hadn't lied when he'd said he wanted them both to own him, he just didn't know how far they, or himself, was willing to go in that ownership. "I'm sure we can arrange something about your... request... when we get home, Dave," Shawn was apparently psychic as well. Although given Dave's delightful little tongue slip earlier it was hardly a surprise to know their minds were all on the same thing. Horny bastards as�the three of them were. Hunter could think of a few other names to call his best friend too, as one long-fingered hand wandered up his thigh leaving little shivery trails in its wake. Leaning back, Hunter reached his arms out to rest them along the back of Shawn and Hardy�s seats while he considered the teasing hand on his body. Looking up, he almost burst into laughter at the wide-eyed look of innocence on the face of Shawn Michaels. Hunter suspected�HBK had never�been that innocent, Hunt had heard that even�at five years old�the�blond wild child could muster a perfectly�sinful�smile, causing his parents to despair of him surviving to his teens let alone adulthood. Thoughts of NakedDave, riding crops and Shawn's smile were enough for Hunter's trousers to begin to feel a tad too tight across the groin area. Jesus. What was he, seventeen again? "What time is our flight, Hunt?... The sooner we're home, the better." Hunter's cock couldn't agree more with that sentiment, but his brain took over after a brief, blissful rest, to comprehend more than just his lustful urgings. Shawn's question reminded him of his earlier aborted phone call and the arrangements he'd been making before the vicious robbery. Keeping his arms where they were, but shifting his hips slightly so his hardening flesh moved an inch closer to the warm temptation of his beloved's hand, Hunter conveyed his plans in a voice that was completely immune to Shawn's teasing. "Oh didn't I tell you Darling? About the change in plans? Hmmm, must have been because some punk thief stole my phone before I could finish up my calls." Shawn, of course, looked unrepentant, but Hunter hadn't expected otherwise. "I cancelled all our various flights and booked a limo to take us to my place." With a swiftness that almost surprised Hunter himself, he caught Shawn's hand before it could move away in reaction. Looking searchingly�into dusky blue eyes and then fathomless chocolate ones, Hunter explained his decision. "I thought we should replace some bad memories with more... pleasant... ones." **** Taking two of the pristine white plates, Jeff�made up two lunches�with as many of Mark's favorite foods as he could remember. He probably should have checked if his lover was allergic to citrus or anything before arbitrarily deciding to get their meals, but if he'd picked something Mark didn't like then they could just get something else. That was something he'd like to know though, if Mark had any deadly responses to foods because he'd feel really bad if he organized one of those candle-lit dinners his boyfriend liked and ended up giving the man a rash or something. Considering Jeff was one of fortunate people who could eat every dish ever discovered, even that insane hot Pakistani stuff that Shannon liked, with no ill effects, he had to remind himself to ask�his friends who weren't so blessed. Thankfully the buffet itself had plenty of healthy contents in their focaccia sandwiches or Jeff would have to risk a relapse by approaching the salad bar just to maintain his regular diet. This better not become an automated response, he chastised himself while collecting up cutlery, there was no way he was going to get a hard-on every time he saw lettuce... that would be so very, very wrong. "If I'd known you had something against salad, I'd have suggested the dessert bar instead..." Waltman's voice penetrated Jeff's previous MarkSexMark induced haze and he looked over towards the other man with a wry expression. At least�Sean was smiling again, Mark would be surprised to know that his opinion of the man could cause such a sudden�reversion in character. He had no doubt that if his handsome lover�treated him with any of the long-suffering callousness he seemed to think he'd used on Sean, then Jeff would have run a mile rather than battle it out. No one had ever doubted Sean's courage, but his bulletproof good humour was something Jeff was beginning to admire more and more. Having the sheer gall to keep niggling at the Undertaker the way he had in the past,�was something Jeff would never have even dared. But then Jeff was a pathos-ridden punk with a massive inferiority complex, so it was hardly a surprise he'd never take such a risk. Jeff began to sense a camaraderie with Sean, sparked by their mutual proximity to Glen Jacobs and Mark Calloway. It seemed they were the 'small and feisty'�complimenting the two 'strong and silent' personalities of the men they were seeing. Reaching for a couple of bread rolls, he shook his head at Sean's earlier question. "Nahh, I like doing French things just as much as the next man." Eyes sparkling Jeff winked at Sean, feeling his sense of humour return at an accelerated pace. "I just couldn't help but look at that salad bar with evil intentions ever since your..." he poked the dark man with a roll to make his point, "...totally unhelpful suggestion to Mark." Turning from the table, Jeff ran his eyes over his lover, now talking quietly to Glen, with a less aroused eye. Another brief bump, Jeff's bump of course, but they'd fixed things again. Really, their time off was going to be a frickin' nightmare of doubts and sudden rushes of confidence, but Jeff knew it was necessary. He'd almost crawled all over Mark in a restaurant for god's sake! Some time to practice self-control would certainly not go amiss. From there he scanned the room. A few people had left the restaurant, while others, both WWE and not, had taken their vacated places. Since the minor confrontation between Austin and Batista, the room had gone unnaturally somber and wasn't the mild riot a group of wrestlers and crew normally created. "What I wouldn't give to start a food fight right now." Jeff confided to Sean as the other man collected an obscenely large slice of chocolate cake. "Do you know Mario in security once called me a 'Suicidal, Cobain Wannabe with a Sicko Thing Going On with my Brother?" It was true, Jeff had been collecting a bag for Lita when the big bodyguard had voiced his opinion way too loudly. "If anyone deserves hot tom yum soup poured over his head, it's him." Considering other members of the WWE 'family' scattered around the room, Jeff smiled with complete insanity as he spotted Ric Flair come sauntering into the room, a stunning black haired woman on his arm. "Enter stage left... the victim of the lime Jell-o. Can you imagine what it would do to his hair?" **** "Is everything okay in there, sir? I could call for assistance if you need a hand." Chris' knuckles tightened on the basin, his expression in the mirror going from hopeful to frustrated in a spilt second. Then his brain kicked in and stole back some of the blood that had been heading south. The flight attendant didn't have a voice which sounded like a Californian version of�an Ontario native, nor was the red-head likely to follow CJ into the tiny cubicle with Adam somewhere�nearby.�Feeling a relieved�smile curl his lips,�Chris watched in the mirror as his lover slid smoothly into the�small space left between his ass and the wall. The truly�devilish smile that appeared over his shoulder stole all�the remaining blood from Chris' brain and sent it coursing back to his hardening shaft. Good�god what a fantasy, and one that was, amazingly, about to come true if the bared teeth and white-hot eyes catching his in the mirror where anything to go by. Within seconds, Chris was arching his head back, exposing the long column of his throat for Adam's teeth, while swift hands got very busy below his belt line. "Lucky for you I made it in here when I did," Chris blinked languidly at the mirror, his earlier desperation slowed by each touch, each brisk caress. "Hmmm?" he replied with only mild curiosity, his gaze moving to watch the changing shape of Adam's mouth as his lover spoke. He wanted to kiss Adam for hours, he wanted to see if he could come just from kissing this stunning man who had his hand wrapped so lovingly around Chris' aching shaft. "...with Sparky standing here instead... I pulled him out of here to kick his ass." "Hmmm." CJ agreed, not really knowing who 'Sparky' was�or why his lover would be kicking his ass when he should be nailing Chris'. His lack of verbal response must have registered as Adam looked up suddenly and their eyes locked, rich emerald with brilliant sapphire. But his body was another matter, it replied to Adam's hands and his eyes with a full body shudder and a needy thrust of his hips into that stroking touch. It occurred to him that this was really happening. He was actually here in a mile-high bathroom about to have what he was sure would be really amazing sex with Adam. Confident that he wasn't about to wake up sticky and broken-hearted, Chris let his lips curl into a lazy, sex-infused smile. "Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?" "-Yes-" But it was silent, the sounds lost as Chris shaped the words to his beloved in the mirror. "Squeezed in here so tight we can barely move..." "-Yes-" Chris's eyes almost closed as Adam's finger breached his body, the slippery silk of the touch sending his head back once again to rest drunkenly on one broad cloth covered shoulder. "Do you have any clue how badly I wanted to do this.... " "-No-" This had been Chris' fantasy, his personal little kink that he'd asked Adam to indulge. Adam had thought about it too? Chris had to bite his bottom lip to keep from growling his body's response to that idea. "Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready for me to fuck you hard and fast..." "-Yes-" More than ready. Going up on his toes in response to a soft rub on the sensitive spot deep within him. "Tell me how much you want it Chris. Tell me." The touch, the sensation of hard, swollen flash against his wanton opening was too much of a temptation. Hands white knuckled on wet metal, Chris' head dropped forward, strands of wild honey hair falling to hang across his face like a waterfall. But all the while his eyes remained fixated on Adam, on that gorgeous, expressive face that had haunted his dreams for three years. Oh, he wanted this. Wanted Adam inside him so badly it felt like he was going to scream if he wasn't taken, and taken fast. "This much," he growled in a deep, feral voice that he'd had no idea he possessed. With a sharp move, he pushed back. Hard. Adam's shaft penetrated almost halfway and Chris snarled at the rolling sensations spinning directly to his engorged sex. The noise coming from his lover at the sudden thrust was enough to bring Chris' voice back to him, although it sounded almost foreign to his own�ears. "More. All of it." This morning he'd begged. "I want you Adam, hard, rough, in me. Make me scream Baby, let the pilots know you're fucking me. I want you to take me so deep I'll know this isn't another fantasy. Every time I move I want to remember you�fucking me like this�and I want to get hard at the thought of doing it all�over... again." He wasn't begging now... he was demanding Adam give in to him. After that, for�CJ everything began to boil down to fleeting snatches of sensation. The pad of Adam's thumb running over his left hipbone, the hot wisp of air behind the delicate shell of his ear raising goose bumps on his forearms, his own unfamiliar eyes in the streaked mirror. As Adam thrust into him, over and over, Chris's body was pulled back and forth against his braced arms, knees bending so that he could push back and take even more, feel all of it, down to his soul. The rasp of denim across the top of his thighs and Chris knew he was close. Adam was giving him everything in him, his heart, his love and his magnificent shaft bringing CJ back up that high, blissful mountain. Tearing his undamaged hand from�it's ferocious grip on the�sink, Chris stroked himself in time with his lover's thrusts, occasionally smacking the back of his fingers on the steel sink. The small pain only served to contrast with the brilliance taking place behind him. The cubical was gone, the plane gone, all that was left was Adam and the mountain disappearing out from under Chris' feet. He never took his eyes from the mirror. **** "I'm sure we can arrange something about your... request... when we get home, Dave." Request? Oh right. He hadn't exactly thought of it in that particular light. But if that's the way that Shawn was going to interpret it, maybe he'd get an answer to those questions he'd been asking himself sooner than he thought. Overwhelmed with tension now that had nothing whatsoever to do with his earlier slip, Dave turned his attention to his fork and what was left of his lunch, though he wasn't sure how he was supposed to actually eat in his current condition. When Shawn asked about the flight home, Dave slanted a look in his lovers' direction and promptly grinned and shook his head at the tactics Shawn was employing under cover of the tabletop. At this rate at least two out of the three of them were going to have serious trouble walking straight to the car. Thankfully they'd have the time between here and the airport to recover with the driver present. "...The change in plans... because some punk thief stole my phone before I could finish up my calls." Dave covered his mouth with his hand, turning his laughter into a fake cough. Hunt was really taking the loss of his phone badly. Personally Dave thought the separation would do both Hunt and his phone good. He couldn't imagine the hours that Hunter had racked up on the thing. "I canceled all our various flights and booked a limo to take us to my place. I thought we should replace some bad memories with more... pleasant... ones." Well that should be interesting. So much for his time to cool off on the way home. Dave had no doubts that Hunt would make good on that statement either. Surely between him and Hunt they could find some way to distract Shawn from the memories the other night. Christ. He was obviously turning into a sex-starved maniac. And Hunter was so not making good on his 'request' in the limo. Capturing Shawn's other hand under the table he gave it a quick squeeze to offer his support and let Shawn know that the ride to Hunt's house would work out just fine. "...Won't need Hunter's help and I wouldn't ask for it anyway... bad habit of pilfering my clothes and keeping them to wear... picking through my old Razor gear so he can restart the flashy vest trend on the next Raw." Dave was immediately swamped with images of Hunter in the bright blues, greens, and yellows that had comprised a big part of Razor's ring wear. Raising a brow in Hunter's direction, Dave laughed. "I'd pay to see that, actually. Though I've always been partial to his snob gear," he added with a grin for Scott. "Should I get a laundry marker and label all my clothes Hunt? It'd be just like the sleepovers I went to as a kid." **** "...I just couldn't help but look at that salad bar with evil intentions ever since your... totally unhelpful suggestion to Mark." Of course it had been unhelpful... that was practically his middle name. Sean shrugged negligently and smiled. The day he actually offered a helpful suggestion, people would fall over dead in shock. Maybe he'd try it someday just for kicks. Sean watched as Jeff's eyes lingered on Mark for a moment and his smile twisted into a smirk. So, so obvious. Just to give Mark and Glen something to worry about, Sean grinned in their direction. Then he turned and grabbed a huge slice of chocolate cake from the dessert bar. If he wasn't sure Glen would smack him in the head he would have grabbed a second, but he wasn't going to press his luck today. For a change. "What I wouldn't give to start a food fight right now." Sean perked right up upon hearing that. Didn't that sound like fun. Sean considered it for a long moment. No... he couldn't. Glen would smack him upside the head and damn did that sting. After Jeff told him about what brain-surgeon Mario from security had had to say, Sean almost reconsidered just for the hell of it. He made a mental note to come up with a suitable plan for revenge later and Jeff would most certainly be a part of it. Maybe a nice copy of a gay S&M magazine buried in his suitcase for the wife to find... he'd have to give it more thought. "Enter stage left... the victim of the lime Jell-o. Can you imagine what it would do to his hair?" Sean looked over Flair and the woman accompanying him. It never ceased to amaze Sean that Flair managed to pick up such hot looking women. Not that he was jealous because Glen was his life, he was just honestly amazed considering he'd seen enough of Ric's body during his matches to wonder at the attraction. It had to be the guy's winning personality. No doubt about it. "I'm not sure, man. Green is good, but it looks better when it's blue. Blueberry pie from the food fight that I started in catering two months ago," he said with a grin for Jeff. "He had to go buy something to bleach the blue out. My ass is still sore from the chewing Vince gave me so I'm not even going to take the chance on it here, but we do have a pay per view on Sunday..." he added, trailing off with the implication clear as they headed back to the table. "I think Mario could use a new hairstyle. What do you think... spaghetti and marinara sauce or a big juicy strawberry pie?" ---- Glen smiled and shook his head as he watched Mark's eyes follow Jeff down the buffet table. How come he had never picked up on this before last night? Of course he and Mark hadn't spent all that much time together lately with their schedules and the problems with Sean so that might explain his lack of insight. In any case, it was more than obvious now that Mark was very into the young Mr. Hardy. Glen hoped for his sake that things worked out for them. He still wasn't sure why Mark had fought it in the first place. It wasn't like Mark was shy for god's sake. "I appreciate it, Glen, but I don't think I'll take you up on it this time. Jeff's going to be staying with me..." Despite the fact that the offer had been sincere, Glen let out a breath in relief. He wasn't sure Sean and Mark were ready to test their newfound agreement by being in close contact for the next four days. Starting off a few hours at a time was more than enough until they actually made it through half a day without Mark wanting to tombstone his lover. As for Jeff staying with Mark... Glen wasn't about to say a word. Though he was grinning enough that he shouldn't have to say anything. He just hoped for Mark's sake... and Jeff's... that Jeff followed through on showing up at the ranch house. If not, then he'd be going to hunt down Hardy himself. With the atypical demonstration by his friend a few minutes ago, Glen was sure this wasn't just another short term friendly fling like Mark had had with Shannon nor a long term arrangement like Mark had had with Adam. Mark had been strictly low key with both of them for the most part. He'd even managed to keep his relationship with Shawn from the majority of the company. That Mark was being demonstrative in public with Jeff, especially this early in the relationship, told Glen that Jeff was much more than 'casual' anything. "Yes, Dad. I have some other calls to make too, I'm sure... I'll try to fit you into my busy schedule." Glen immediately snorted in reply. "You need some time off, man, or glasses. Last time I checked I look nothing at all like Daddy Paul, brother. Don't make me bury you alive again to remind you of who I am," he said with an unrepentant grin. "I think you can spare a few minutes in between all that hot and sweaty _work_ you'll be doing," he said with a wink. "And if I don't get that phone call, I'll just show up on your doorstep... with Sean in tow." Looking over his shoulder at the two men by the buffet, Glen did a double-take at the grin on Sean's face before groaning. "I don't know about you, but that look," he said pointing over his shoulder, "is enough to scare me. Think anyone would say anything if we tied them to their chairs for the rest of the meal?" **** The feeling of Hunter's fingers brushing against his back almost distracted Shawn from his own teasing. Almost. The subtle shift of Hunt's hips that brought Shawn's hand up against tantalizing firmness kept his attention where it belonged, however, and he was more than happy to follow through on Hunt's unspoken dare by curving his fingers just like that... The little indrawn breath turned his smile just a touch wicked, but he managed to restrain himself, only allowing his fingers to rest against temptation without moving. He did want to get moving some time soon, and Vince's forced acceptance of the new aspects to their relationship would probably be stretched past the breaking point if he heard about his son-in-law screwing Shawn senseless over a table in the restaurant. No matter how big of a thrill that image sent down Shawn's spine. "Oh didn't I tell you Darling? About the change in plans?" Raising an eyebrow, Shawn leaned back against the strong arm behind him. Change in plans? How many changes could there be? It wasn't as though they had to cross the continent, after all. Hunt's home was barely over an hour away unless traffic was bad... oh. Why fly, then? "Hmmm, must have been because some punk thief stole my phone before I could finish up my calls." Valiantly resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at his friend---if only because there was no way he could follow through on the promise inherent in the gesture right now---Shawn smirked, but could feel tension creeping up through him in expectation of Hunter's next words. "I cancelled all our various flights and booked a limo to take us to my place." A limo. He'd ridden in hundreds of the damned things over the years, so why was he so taken aback by the thought of one now? Only Hunter's hand covering his made him realise that he'd started to jerk away in reaction and he forced himself to relax, his smile a little hesitant, a little wry. Why wasn't he thrilled about the thought? It didn't take a genius to figure that one out, and he'd been trying for the last few years not to lie to himself. Because of what had happened two nights ago. "I'm not in love with Shawn.... I don't... feel... the same way..." Blinking, Shawn pushed the memory away. The words had hurt---they still hurt. But he knew better, and honestly, he'd known better at the time. Hunter had lied to him, and they still had to talk about that... but not here, and definitely not in the limo. Once they were home, maybe... Shawn's thoughts stopped. Home. Hunter's house had always been a second home to him, but for the first time, "home" had a new meaning, a new depth to it... because now he had people to share his life with, to make his house a true home. Another phrase from that unhappy night surfaced in his mind, and his eyes flew back up to meet Hunter's, wondering why he hadn't seen the truth in those familiar whiskey eyes then. "I think winning Shawn's heart would be�a helluva prize..." Letting his breath out in a slow exhalation, Shawn twined his fingers through Hunter's�as his lover explained his decision. "I thought we should replace some bad memories with more... pleasant... ones." Shawn glanced at Dave as their Animal squeezed his other hand, offering reassurance, and smiled at him to let him know that the gesture was appreciated. That night had been equally traumatic for all three of them, and they all needed to move past it. He didn't have a monopoly on bad memories, but at least this one they could try to fix. "He has a bad habit of pilfering my clothes..." Biting back a sigh of relief as Scott's warm teasing voice cut through his introspection and brought him back to the moment, Shawn raised an eyebrow at Hunter. There had to be a story there, and certainly not the sort that he'd immediately thought of. If Hunter and Scott had ever... no. Scott wouldn't do that to Kevin, and one of them would have said something about it before this. Probably. Damn. He was so getting the story out of Hunt once they were in that limo. "I'd pay to see that, actually. Though I've always been partial to his snob gear." Another look at Dave, this time with a wicked curl to his lips, and Shawn said in a stage whisper, "He still has all of that, you know. I'm sure we could convince him to model for us..." Raising his voice as he turned back to Hunter, he smirked, "But only if you do the bow. I never had such a hard time keeping a straight face as I did whenever you did that bow." **** "He has a bad habit of pilfering my clothes and keeping them to wear whenever he feels like it," Hunter knew exactly what clothes, and night, Scott was referring too and did his best not to rise to the bait the taunt provided. The t-shirt and sweats in question had been in far better condition than his own jeans and shirt after the spilled drink at the bar and three torn buttons while trying to get Scott home in one piece. Hunt felt it was his right as 'Minder Of Drunk Friend' to claim the clothing as his due for the bad night's sleep he'd had worrying whether Scotty would either A) choke in his sleep, B) fall off the balcony or C) try to call Kev at 4 am and make things ten times worse. In the end he'd needn't have worried, as his friend had slept soundly for nine hours to wake up and beg Hunter not to fry eggs in the kitchenette until he'd consumed a handful of Tylenol. Scott had�been permitted two of the white pills and had his cell phone, with Kev's number conveniently on the screen, put under his nose before Hunter had left with a knowing grin. Oh... and Hunter would garrote himself before he ever wore a Razor Ramon outfit in public. "Actually, I was thinking about pinching Kev's leather pants for�a show," Hunter confided to the table in general, "but it'd be too much effort now that you're back in them again Scotty." Hunter hadn't missed Dave's laughter at Scott's�suggestion�or the interested raise of brow, but he was going to ignore it. Totally. He wouldn't give in the speculation flooding into those deep, dark eyes and would most certainly not join in any amusement at the thought of his sophisticated person in lurid, neon coloured ring attire. It had taken Steph a month to convince him that he could get away with dark blue trunks for a change. There would be nothing glittery on his ass.... ever. "I'd pay to see that." Of course you would Dave, you're insane. "...I've always been partial to his snob gear," Now that got Hunter's attention, his head shooting around to look at his lover in surprise. Not only was that look way, way before he'd ever met Dave, it was one of the looks he'd spent a long time trying to bury. With DX rising up to completely throttle his 'Blue Blood' look in a matter of months, Hunter was very rarely reminded of the exquisitely cut ring attire he'd once worn. The silk shirts, high boots and frock coats a thing of his very distant past.... even if he had kept challenging people to duels in the costume. Yeah... it had been kinda cool. In a eight year old�'I wanna be a pirate' way. "...we could convince him to model for us... But only if you do the bow. I never had such a hard time keeping a straight face..." Oh, he'd known that. Shawn's eyes would glitter like perfect diamonds whenever he saw Hunter practicing, the huge grin often bringing a stinging blush to Hunt's cheeks. It had been way before he'd learnt the icy mask of power that he could slip into easily these days and he'd been suffering from such a huge crush on Shawn at the time, that the hilarity in those lovely eyes made him want to rush from the room. But he'd survived the angle, as every single wrestler in the room had been forced to do and he'd learned a much more valuable lesson from the experience... to laugh at himself. Because in this business, if you took yourself too seriously... you'd suck, no question. Just look at Goldberg. Hunter replaced the shock on his face with self-deprecating amusement. He'd looked totally stupid when he'd bowed so low, he had to admit that. "Joanie used to whisper obscenities just as I was�leaning down." Hunt smiled at the memory.�"The number of times I almost fell on my face you wouldn't believe. The first few�bows I felt like I was mooning everyone in the Gorilla." But it had been better than a lot of the costumes some guys had to wear at the time. God, Hunter shook his head in pity, poor Nelson. Then as 'Mabel', the man now called Viscera had worn more heavy gold to the ring than Mr. T. Checking his watch, Hunter looked at both Dave and Shawn to make sure they'd finished eating, then stood. He regretted the loss of his lover's hand on his leg, but the sooner they got into the limousine waiting outside the lobby doors, the sooner they could get home. "Sorry Gentlemen," Hunter smirked at the various looks that name had garnered him. "Much as I'd love to stay and watch you all play... we have a car to meet. Scotty, Kev," Hunter moved towards his friends so that his words wouldn't be overheard, "..if you need anything, even help with the heavy lifting, just call. We won't be too far away." Hunter shot Shawn a mock angry look over his shoulder. "As long as I get my cell back, that is." **** to be continued...

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