"ITVR: Chapter 83"
Shocks.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

"This much." Those two fiercely growled words were all the warning he was given... and they weren't nearly enough. Chris sometimes called himself a sexy beast and that appellation had never been more appropriate than in that split second... eyes wild and that deep earthy rumble just before he sharply thrust his hips backward. As if that weren't enough to send an immediate flash of intensely startling heat from Adam's brain to his balls, the sudden sensation of having Chris' snug, heated flesh wrapped around him tripled the intensity and Adam found himself struggling not to come on the spot. Chris would have likely killed him dead right there. His fingertips spasmed, clenching tightly at Chris' hips, as a gasp spilled from his lips almost immediately eclipsed by a harsh moan of utter bliss. Who would have ever thought he'd find a glimpse of heaven in an airplane lavatory? "I want you Adam, hard, rough, in me. Make me scream Baby... so deep I'll know this isn't another fantasy. Every time I move I want to remember you fucking me like this.... " With another rumbling moan he slid the rest of his length inside the tight sheathe wrapped around him. He'd had to ask... hadn't he? And Chris hadn't hesitated telling him either. If he weren't so consumed with the task of committing every bit of this encounter to memory, he'd have laughed at the reappearance of Mr. Bossy. Instead he was busy noting the feel of angular hipbones poking against his thumbs, the tickling brush of silky blond hair against his cheek, wide glittering blue eyes reflected back at him in the mirror... and the incredible heat squeezing tightly around his throbbing member. Just this once he'd let Chris have his way... A smooth glide backward until he was on the point of slipping out entirely and then he thrust back in hard, rough, fast... just like Chris had commanded. From there his body took over, demanding he not stop, not slow down until his lover had exactly what he'd asked for. Sharp ragged thrusts buried him deep inside that hot channel, his hands at Chris' hips pulling his lover back into each stroke. A thought of the pilots being able to hear what was going on in the enclosed space flitted through his head and that just made him fuck Chris harder, aiming the tip of his cock to jam into Chris' prostate. He'd never considered himself the type to get a charge from that type of thing, but apparently the thought of getting caught... with Chris... was a new thrill to add to his growing list. Despite the urge to feast on Chris' neck, he forced himself to keep his eyes locked on the mirror. Taking in each expression on his lover's face, each flash of pleasure within the sky blue depths of Chris' eyes just enhanced his body's reactions. Words of love and lust dropped from his mouth in a tone just above a whisper, though he wasn't fully aware himself of what he was saying. His lover's name and "I love you" figured in highly in the final word count along with liberal doses of fuck, good, hot and again. He was on fire. Making love to Chris was like trying to harness the sun with his own hands... he was bound to get burned. He didn't care. If he were burned to a crisp right now, he'd die a thoroughly happy and contented man. His release was clamoring inside him like a wild thing demanding to be freed, but he held it back ruthlessly until he caught the little flash in Chris' eyes. The little tell-tale widening that he now knew signaled Chris' impending explosion. With a fierce growl he wrapped one hand in Chris' hair and turned his head, covering Chris' mouth with his own just as his lover cried out his ecstasy. Swallowing the sound, Adam finally allowed his own release to sere through him, thrusting inside with one last forceful push. His whimpers and growls died down to quiet sighs as he tasted Chris' mouth over and over. With his free arm wrapping around Chris to help support his weight, he finally pulled back with one more gentle kiss to those soft full lips. Groaning, he withdrew from Chris' body, holding him close for a few moments after. Despite the fact that Chris had commanded him to basically fuck him raw and Chris' lovely reactions from him doing so, Adam wasn't about to wrap up this encounter without making sure that he hadn't overdone his task. It would end on a hell of a note if Chris ended up having to crawl back to his seat. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked as he continued his gentle petting and kissing of whichever parts of Chris he could reach within the confines of the small area. "I won't rush you, babe, but if we don't vacate this place soon I have a feeling Sparky will be by to check on you... little twit... him, not you." **** "He still has all of that, you know. I'm sure we could convince him to model for us..." Dave was equally torn between three lovely options. The pictures floating through his head fought for top spots amongst each other. Hunter a la Leather was a nice visual... he might even go out and buy Hunt a pair of leather pants if he was sure he'd actually wear them. And if he refused, Dave could think of all kinds of ways to try to persuade him. Of course Hunt in a flashy vest and matching trunks was almost too cute to resist... but he was pretty sure that would take some hardcore persuasion on his and Shawn's parts to bring to reality. Now Hunt's old ring gear on the other hand was apparently readily available and had the added bonus of seeing in person the famous bow. Three guesses on which he was voting for when they got to Hunter's house... "...The number of times I almost fell on my face you wouldn't believe... mooning everyone in the Gorilla." Now there was a visual. Dave pictured himself standing right behind Hunt while he tried to execute that move... naked. That's it, he was going to have to join Sexaholics Anonymous. "Much as I'd love to stay and watch you all play... we have a car to meet..." Dave almost jumped up and shouted his thanks but managed to restrain himself. He was shifting to his feet as Hunter went to say goodbye to Kevin and Scott. Fortunately he was imbued with a great sense of his personal space or he'd have been eating a flying missile. Reacting automatically, Dave reached out and caught the item in one hand... Hunt's cell phone. With a smirk, he carefully slipped it into his pocket for the moment. He could just imagine Hunt's reaction if he thought that Shawn had actually lost his cell phone. Ten bucks said they'd be heading to the nearest phone outlet on the way back to Greenwich, if they even made it out of town. He looked up in time to see Scott sweep Hunter up into a tight hug. No growling, he reminded himself once again. At least he could comfort himself with the thought that he was trying to get used to this touchy-feely bunch. All thoughts of growling faded in the next moment as Scott released Hunter and stepped back into a perfect bow and scrape stance. Dave didn't bother holding his laughter or his "He might just be better at that than you, Hunt" comment. He'd have to compare it with Hunter's version later. Bodies shifted and Shawn was pulled into Scott's arms as well. That time Dave even managed a smile because he could tell how much the gesture meant to Shawn. He forced himself not to think about the fact that Scott... and Kev as well... both knew Shawn very well, in the biblical sense of the word. Okay so he thought about it, who could actually have that knowledge and not think about it, but he wouldn't go all obsessive jealous... boyfriend?... over it. He certainly wouldn't expect Shawn or Hunt to act that way if they happened to run into Sean or Tyson for that matter... and he wasn't going to do that to them either. When Shawn stepped back, Dave extended his hand to Scott. Despite his altercation with Steve earlier, he did have manners. He wasn't sure what to think when Scott tilted his head to the side as he took his hand. The dark-haired man seemed to study him for a moment before breaking the silence. "Welcome to the family, Dave. I think you'll do these two troublemakers a world of good. Just don't forget what I said Monday night..." While Dave was still stuck on the welcome into the family and trying to recall what exactly it was that Scott had told him Monday night, he felt a firm tug on his hand and found himself wrapped in the arms of one Scott Hall. To say he was surprised would be a huge understatement. He held himself stiff for a split second before admitting to himself that being a part of this wild and crazy family sounded too damn tempting to pass up. Wrapping his arms around his new 'brother', he returned the hug in full measure. **** "Not to worry Kev, other than the recliner, it's just boxes... mostly clothes." Kevin could almost hear sighs of relief from his knees. They weren't bothering him too much today, but if they spent the break moving heavy things, he'd be in no condition for any sort of match Sunday that wouldn't suck up the ring. Clothing, he could handle... even if Scott did own more clothes than he could possibly wear in the next two years. "We won't need Hunter's help and I wouldn't ask for it anyway. He has a bad habit of pilfering my clothes and keeping them..." Lips curling at the not-so-gentle reminder of a scene he regretted missing to this day, regardless of the circumstances behind it, Kevin caught the expression on Shawn's face: instantly curious, fading to brief suspicion, followed by determined humour. Apparently Hunt had never shared that particular encounter with Shawn... not that Kevin could really blame him. With what those two had been hiding from each other for the last decade, revealing something like that would've blown Hunt's secret right out of the water. Shawn might have his infamously airhead moments, as he'd reveled in bragging about in at least one famous promo, but he wasn't stupid. What he wouldn't give to watch the trip home those three would be having... The light squeeze to his thigh brought his gaze back to Scott, and he shrugged to himself. They might or might not get to see those three in an intimate situation someday, but with Scotty back in his life, he didn't need anything more. The odd look on Hunter's face as he turned toward his lovers made Kevin wonder a little, but even if they'd managed to take the first step toward repairing their friendship, he wasn't about to prod the man about his sex life. Not yet, anyway. The interplay between the trio made him smile again, and he decided that Shawn hadn't changed one bit; he still remembered those wandering fingers during everything from media events to matches on live pay-per-view. Dave seemed to be handling things, although that pink tinge on his face was rather�becoming. Hopefully he wouldn't lose that too soon. Damn. He was catching Scott's obsession with blushing. "I'd pay to see that, actually. Though I've always been partial to his snob gear." There was no way he could hide his laughter at that. The image of Hunter in Scott's Razor gear, complete with dripping gold chains, was just too good not to react to. Dave wouldn't be the only person willing to pay to see that, but Kevin suspected that to make it reality, it wouldn't take money... it would take alcohol, and lots of it. And since Hunt didn't drink---normally---that'd be damned hard to do. The snob clothes, on the other hand... "He still has all of that, you know. I'm sure we could convince him to model for us..." Damn. Although Kev did have to wonder if Hunter could actually still fit into that gear. The man just wasn't as thin as he used to be, with all the working out he'd done to recover from that quad tear. If he did... well, Shawn was fond of photographs. Surely he'd be willing to share a couple of those... "I never had such a hard time keeping a straight face as I did whenever you did that bow." Biting his lip at the somewhat offended expression on Hunter's face, Kevin had to agree with Shawn. That bow had been one of the most ridiculous things he'd ever seen in a ring... and he'd seen a lot of ridiculous crap. Hell, he'd been some of that ridiculous crap. But that bow never failed to make him snicker. "I was thinking about pinching Kev's leather pants for�a show... but it'd be too much effort now that you're back in them again Scotty." He just couldn't resist that. "Oh, I don't know, Hunt... who says you'd have to steal them? If you want in my pants,�all you have to do is ask." He returned Shawn's badly-hidden choke of laughter with a wink. "Sorry Gentlemen... Much as I'd love to stay and watch you all play... we have a car to meet." Reluctantly releasing Scott as his lover stood up, Kevin waited to the side for his turn. Noting Dave's eyes on them, he smiled to himself. The Animal would adjust, just as soon as they all found their footing again. Watching as Scott hugged Hunter tightly, he realised just how much he'd missed this. While he'd managed to remain close with everyone through his and Scott's separation, there had been an unconscious distance that he'd maintained, due to his own insecurities and issues, and seeing this, his family reunited, filled a void that he hadn't even known had existed until Monday night. Watching Scotty pull off Hunter's blue-blood bow, on the other hand, brought uncontrollable laughter to his lips. God, it was good to see Scott's sense of humour back in full force. Before Hunt could reply to either that or to Dave's teasing, Kevin pulled him into his own arms, hugging him tightly. He'd missed this, missed Hunt, his best friend beside Scotty for so long... And on that note... "Hunt..." Whispering into the ear close to him, "...if you need to talk about anything---anything---call me. Please." He couldn't help adding the last word, but was reassured by the light gleaming in the hazel eyes that looked back at him. One last squeeze, and then it was Shawn's turn to be pulled in close, the slim body still familiar even after all these years. No matter how much he tried to hold it back, he was apparently in uber-protective mode today. Understandable, after last night, but he'd have to watch how much he showed it, or Shawn would just get annoyed and ignore him. "Don't push him too much, Shawn... he's still finding his limits," he said quietly, and was surprised by the wry smile he received. "We know, Kev... don't worry." The voice was quiet, warm, and blue-grey�eyes�flicked to the side at the waiting members of the trio before looking back at Kevin.�"We love him." Kevin blinked, not quite sure why he was startled at the quiet, sure words, but he was. Not to mention pleased, and he found himself worrying about the new trio less than he had been earlier. Shawn kissed him on the cheek, and wiggled out of his grasp before he realised it. Brat. That left one more. Turning slightly towards Scott, he grinned at the sight of Dave hugging Scotty just as enthusiastically as the Bad Guy was hugging him. No sooner had the two broken apart then Kevin tugged on Dave's wrist, pulling him into another embrace before the poor man knew what was going on. "I don't have to tell you to be good to them, I know," Kevin smiled into the surprised eyes. "So... try not to worry too much, okay? You can always talk to us if you need to." He was tempted to remind Dave that he and Scott had experience with this sort of situation, but given the possessiveness and insecurities still lurking in those dark eyes, he thought better of it. Instead, he let Dave go and waved at the three of them as they walked away. Dammit, he missed them already. Better get his mind off them and back to the beloved man standing next to him; that would definitely keep him too occupied to worry about those three. Turning to Scott, he eyed the empty table in front of them and said, "So, Bad Guy... hungry yet?" **** "...who says you'd have to steal them? If you want in my pants, all you have to do is ask." Scott snorted and lightly elbowed his lover in the ribs. "Jealous," he murmured teasingly under his breath as he grinned at Kevin. He knew there was no real truth to it and Kev would know that he knew it. Still, it didn't hurt to tease him once in awhile. "I'd pay to see that, actually. Though I've always been partial to his snob gear." Scott was going to go through his stuff when he got home. He'd pack up the green trunks and vest to bring with him to the pay per view. If he left them with Shawn or Dave, then they could have the fun of trying to convince him to try them on, though Scott wouldn't want to speculate on what forms of persuasion they'd have to use. On second thought... yes he would. As for Hunt's old ringwear, Scott had a clear memory of how Hunt had looked in it. Nice... despite his arguments to the contrary. And he also remembered Hunter practicing those bows and he'd thought them one of the silliest things he'd ever seen. They were definitely silly, but they sure as hell weren't easy to pull off with any sort of grace unless you actually practiced. He'd sensed Hunt's embarrassment one day while Shawn had been watching him practice and he'd felt bad for his friend... so as soon as Shawn left, he'd jumped right in and practiced it with him. There weren't any other witnesses, Scott wasn't stupid, but he thought maybe it had helped Hunt feel a little bit better when he saw how bad Scott was at it. Of course Hunter didn't have a clue that he'd practiced for another three hours when he went home that weekend and Kev wasn't around. "...we have a car to meet. Scotty, Kev... if you need anything... just call. We won't be too far away. As long as I get my cell back, that is." Scott chuckled quietly. Poor Hunt. Scott could so see Hunt's cell phone addiction being an issue. He had once noticed Hunt carrying the thing into the bathroom with him just in case it rang while he was taking a shower... now that was just a tiny bit obsessive in Scott's point of view. Looked like Shawn had found a way to deal with it, at least temporarily. Though it would take a lot more work before Hunt let go easily. He saw it as a crutch that Hunt used in place of dealing with people face to face. What else could you say about someone that used their cell to call someone rather than walk two doors down the hall to talk to someone. Lazy, he supposed, and Hunt was hardly that. "Don't worry about it, Hunt. It's just boxes and stuff like that. We'll manage just fine. Enjoy your time off. I would if I were you," he added with a wicked grin as he wrapped his friend in his arms "It's really nice to be able to do this again. We missed you." Scott squeezed him just a bit tighter before pulling away and winking at Hunter. Reaching out to the side with both arms, Scott simultaneously bowed at the waist while canting his right leg behind him. All that practice had paid off. "He might just be better at that than you, Hunt." Scott laughed along with his friends but raised a brow to Dave as he stood up once again. Dave had obviously been watching old tapes of Hunt. He supposed it could be passed off as learning the business, but somehow he didn't think so when it came to Hunter. Then Shawn was standing in front of him and Scott pulled him into a tight hug. He lowered his voice slightly not wanting to cause issues with either Hunter or Dave but he couldn't ignore the urge to express his feelings. "I'm going to miss not being the one to drag you off and make you feel better, but I'm not going to miss the sadness in you that gave me the opportunity. No matter what though you know I'll always be there for you to talk to. Love ya Shawn." As he passed Shawn into Kevin's arms, he turned to look at the last member of the trio with curious eyes. Dave extended a hand to him and Scott wasn't surprised by the formality. Dave just didn't understand yet, but Scott was going to make sure he did before he left this room. He cocked his head to the side as he considered how Dave would react to what he was about to do. Hopefully he wouldn't end up being drilled through the floor. He didn't think that was really Dave's style, but he never counted on someone reacting the way they were supposed to when you surprised the hell out of them. Besides after watching the way Shawn had behaved towards the big man since they'd arrived in the room, Scott had a reminder for the Animal. "Welcome to the family, Dave. I think you'll do these two troublemakers a world of good. Just don't forget what I said Monday night." Giving the man's hand a firm tug, Scott pulled him into his arms and squeezed. He felt the tension ripple through the large frame for a moment and then those strong arms wrapped around him and returned his hug with enthusiasm... or he was trying to squeezed the air right out of him. Scott faked a cough as Dave finally released him and then smiled as Kev grabbed hold of Dave before he could get too far. Oh... that was a particularly lovely sight... Scott cut off that thought before it went too far. He couldn't see Hunt and Shawn offering to share the man with them, so he was better off not thinking along those lines. Although... He once again stomped on his inclinations and joined Kev in waving the threesome out the door. "So, Bad Guy... hungry yet?" Scott laughed loudly as he patted Kevin's arm. "Poor Kev. I really didn't plan this thing to starve you. Let's go get some eats." A wide smile on his face and thoughts of bottomless pits in his head, he led Kevin over to the buffet and started filling a plate. "So... so far, so good. We told them about us and so far nobody's been injured, maimed, killed, or hauled off to jail. I'd say that makes this luncheon a success," he said with a grin at his lover. The scary part was how true that statement was. **** "The first few�bows I felt like I was mooning everyone in the Gorilla." Watching Hunter reminisce brought those times to Shawn's mind, and he remembered them very well indeed. Hunt's snob phase might have been relatively short, but Shawn had spent time by the monitors for as many of Hunt's matches as he could, and getting to see that bow from all angles had always ranked as one of his favourite moments. Maybe someday he should tell Hunt�how much he missed those tights... not that he'd want him to wear them to the ring again. But if he wanted to wear them for a different sort of wrestling, Shawn doubted that Dave would object. He knew he wouldn't. Seeing the expected look at the watch, Shawn finished the last few bites of his food, managing not to look too disappointed when Hunter stood, forcing him to move his hand from what was quickly becoming one of its favourite resting spots. "Much as I'd love to stay and watch you all play... we have a car to meet." Wondering if Hunter had remembered that their bags were still in their room, Shawn stood up, watching his lover to make sure that his attention was fully taken up by whatever he was saying to Scott and Kevin. Pulling the cell phone from his pocket, he glanced over his shoulder at Dave and tossed the phone at him in a low arc behind his back. Thank God Dave's reflexes were good; if they'd dropped the damned thing, Shawn would've heard about it for the next three months. Matching his dark lover's smirk with one of his own, he found himself looking forward to Hunt's reaction to the new game they'd just discovered: Keep Hunt away from his cell phone. Not that he'd never give it back... but they had to break the addiction that was in place. If Hunter thought that he could use the thing to keep from having to deal with people face-to-face, he was going to find out differently. His eyes on Hunter, he was glad to see his friend returning Scotty's hug just as enthusiastically as it was being given. He couldn't hear their short conversation, but knowing Kevin and Scott, they'd both have "advice" for all three of them. That was something he was going to miss---being able to turn to those two when he needed comfort, or just needed to not be alone... but he wasn't going to miss the needs that had caused those times. He doubted severely whether they'd ever be anything beyond friends again, but then, that was the point of having lovers, wasn't it? Hunter and Dave had assumed the positions in his heart formerly held by the two men standing close together in front of him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. And on that note... Whatever was up with those two, it obviously hadn't affected their senses of humour. Shawn couldn't suppress the laughter that escaped as he watched Scott perform a flawless version of the infamous bow. The man had to have practiced that. "He might just be better at that than you, Hunt." Biting his lip, Shawn refrained from suggesting a bowing contest at the traditional birthday barbecue... but only because he didn't want to have to do it himself. He'd never told Hunter, but he'd tried that stupid bow once or twice himself in private, and had been impressed with the amount of practice, not to mention innate grace, that was needed to make it look good. It hadn't stopped him from being amused at watching Hunter practice, but his amusement was never because Hunt looked awkward doing it... just because it was such an over-the-top move for someone like Hunt. Stepping forward as Hunter was pulled into Kevin's embrace, Shawn looked at Scotty, glad to see the old spark back in those eyes. Smiling just a little as Scott hugged him nearly hard enough to interfere with his breathing, he slid his own arms around the man, a little surprised and a little wistful when he realised that he still knew Scott's body intimately. Those days were over now, though... and Scott was reading his mind again. "I'm going to miss not being the one to drag you off and make you feel better, but I'm not going to miss the sadness in you that gave me the opportunity. No matter what though you know I'll always be there for you to talk to. Love ya Shawn." "I'll miss it too, Scott... but I'm happy." He kept his voice low, knowing that Scott could see the emotion in his eyes as clearly as he'd read Scott's. "And I'm happier than I can say to see you happy again. You and Kev belong together." Knowing that Hunter would understand, and suspecting that Dave would, he brushed his lips against the corner of Scott's mouth before pulling away with a whisper of, "Love you too, Bad Guy," and a smile as he was handed off to Kevin. More familiar arms and another familiar body... and there was that same familiar protective glint in those eyes. Shawn bit his lip to keep from laughing, knowing that Kev meant well. This was good-bye in more than one way, really, although none of them were bad. "Don't push him too much, Shawn... he's still finding his limits." His smile turned a little wry. If only Kev knew just how true that statement was... "We know, Kev... don't worry." Glancing over his shoulder toward his lovers, his smile turned warm as he looked back to the man holding him.�"We love him." The emotion suffusing his voice was unmistakable even in those three short words, and he was momentarily surprised by just how good it felt to say them. Especially the "we" part. Pushing aside the conflicting emotions he'd been struggling with since waking up as they resurfaced at that thought, he was relieved to see the worry in Kevin's eyes fade. Leaning up, he pressed another quick kiss to Kev's cheek, then wriggled out of the embrace with a smirk. That had always driven Kevin insane, that he could escape his grasp whenever he wanted. At least some things hadn't changed. Taking a step back, he nearly ran into Hunter, and they both watched appreciatively as Kevin swept Dave into�a hug as well. The sight of their lover in the arms of Scott and Kevin sent his mind wandering in directions that really weren't appropriate for the time or place... or probably ever, unfortunately. The images were definitely something to ponder on at a later time, though. His eyes probably gave away some of his thoughts, given the looks that he got from the other two as Dave joined them, but he kept his mouth shut. "Lead the way, Hunt," he said with a wave. "I suppose one of your calls was to get our bags delivered downstairs...?" Following Hunter out the door, he exchanged a quick smirk with Dave as Hunter grumbled under his breath. **** The warm, pleasured scream curled up through Chris' lungs and was ready to burst from his lips. He was peripherally aware of the public nature of their location, but was too lost in the intense wash of electricity flooding through him to try and stifle his shout of ecstasy. Strong fingers in his hair, mirrors to the pulsing heat invading and spiraling his body, pulled his face around and Chris' lips were smothered by the hot, sweet press of his lover's mouth. Adam was kissing him, fucking him, loving him. All around Chris, their bodies locked intimately together while he crested the barreling waves of climax sweeping through him. Intense. Mind-blowing. For a fraction of an instant all was blinding white. ---- Chris slowly came back down to earth, or about three thousand feet above it,�to the sensation of Adam's soothing touches and gentle kisses. His eyes were still open, but locks of hair were caught in his lashes from the violent tossing of his head during their lovemaking. Reaching up with an admittedly shaky hand, Chris used his un-bandaged fingers to pull the locks away so that he could see the man locked so closely behind him. When Adam's body left his, Chris mourned the loss, while acknowledging the insistence of time and position. This was his brilliant quick-fuck in an airplane toilet, not an ideal place for lounging in post-coital comfort. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Chris looked incredulously at the concerned green eyes in the mirror and for a moment questioned whether Adam might still be tripping. But a soft caress across his lower back showed him what was causing that sliver of worry in his lover's eyes.�Chris hadn't lied when he'd said he wanted to be feeling this love-making for the next few hours and a small straightening of his spine left him in�no doubt of his success, but he was far from hurt in any way. Even if he was... it had been so worth it. "Better than okay Babe," Chris drawled in a lazy, totally well-fucked voice. "Just perfect would be closer to the truth." Not just because reality had just stomped all over his previous fantasy, but CJ was almost giddy from the wickedly lewd nature of their act. Letting his head fall back again onto Adam's chest, CJ yawned hugely and blinked for a few minutes in content. Oh he was one lucky, lucky man. Grinning at their reflections, Chris ignored the insistent part of his brain that was telling him to get his�act together, clean up and go back to the real world. "I won't rush you... Sparky will be by to check on you... little twit... him, not you." It was two against one. With his brain and his boyfriend thinking he should climb up out of the almost sleepy aura that had overtaken him. Nodding in agreement, Chris used his elbow to flick on the warm water in the basin and quickly washed the residue of his climax from his hand. Using damp towels, they quickly cleaned up and readjusted their clothes. Of course, if Chris kept bumping into Adam and hugging like a�drowsy cat into his lover's shoulder, he could always blame that on the confined space. With a last, shoulder-arching stretch, Chris turned around to loop his arms around Adam's shoulders in a light embrace, before stealing a small, swift kiss. He didn't want to go back to their seats even though they had to. He would be quite happy to just rest here in Adam's arms for the next couple of hours and only leave when they were getting ready to land. But first, he had a question over the other name falling from Adam's lips while locked in a tiny bathroom with his lover. "Who on earth is 'Sparky?'" But a light tap on the door and the concerned voice of the red-haired steward answered that question. Huffing a delighted laugh, Chris called out, "Fine thanks, just feeling a little light-headed." Ignoring any smirks from his bathroom buddy over that description, he continued. "I'll be out in a minute. All the blood must have ended up somewhere else in my body other than my brain." The last he whispered to Adam with a shameless chuckle. Flicking open the door, CJ moved out with complete unconcern, unable to stop the wide smile gracing his features as he caught 'Sparky' lingering near the last seats in the cabin. "May I have a glass of water please?" he asked before returning to his seat, trying not to look back over his shoulder to see if Adam was following. **** "I'm not sure, man. Green is good, but it looks better when it's blue..." Jeff was swamped by images of the white blond Ric Flare with various new shades of hair colour. Given that he was something of an experimentalist when it came to making his locks as unnatural looking as possible, Jeff felt in his semi-professional opinion, that blue would be very, very bad choice�for the veteran wrestler. Kinda 'Smurf in reverse'. But the sheer brilliance of the cause set Jeff grinning at Sean in new admiration. He'd missed that infamous food fight during his 'rest' and now felt a particular hunger to find any photos or records of the event. It had been during Raw, so it was likely that Mark wasn't there, but nevertheless, there was serious blackmail potential in just the idea of the WWE talent and crew covered in food. Although Mark covered in honey was something he'd have liked to see. "but we do have a pay per view on Sunday..." Oh yes, indeed we do. Although Jeff's diary hadn't had the night circled, he hadn't been too optimistic about his chances last night, the young man had been well aware of the WWE's movements and their PPV schedule. There was always better catering at the large shows and if an after-party took place, as it most certainly would, then Jeff would have to see if Mark wanted to attend. If he and Sean could get something planned, then all hell would break loose. 'Of course,' Jeff thought to himself as he eyed Ric when the white-haired man moved to the buffet, 'there is a lot to be said for improvisation.' "...spaghetti and marinara sauce or a big juicy strawberry pie?" Jeff honestly couldn't decide which he would prefer to see. Mario's big head smothered in�sauce�with a�shrimp resting on his nose, or�pinkish�mush dripping from his ears.�Both were appealing to Jeff's desire for�schoolyard revenge, but the sacrifice of strawberries was too�terrible to contemplate.�The�sweet, juicy berries were a personal favorite. In fact, if he managed not to completely fuck up this 'maybe together' thing with Mark, then he hoped strawberries, sugar and champagne might factor prominently in his future. "Pasta," he said confidently. "I'll�move up behind him with�a bowl�if you�provide a distraction." More than the idea of his workmates�flinging handfuls of Jell-o at each other, Jeff appreciated that Sean would be on his team�during a sneak attack on the�big security guard.�He hadn't meant to whine about the insults aimed at him over the years, everyone copped their share, it had just occurred to him that if such a food fight broke out... Mario would be Jeff's first target. Then Paul.E. Then Marlow. Then Richard. Feeling impressed by the scope, if not caliber,�of his enemies, Jeff collected up his plates and followed Waltman back to the table. The expression on Mark and Glen's faces widened Jeff's smile from evil strategist to wide-eyed innocence in the blink of an eye. He had no doubt that the bigger men would attempt to veto any plans he might make for the PPV, or if not forbid it at least roll their eyes in exasperation and make sure they were elsewhere. Placing his second plate in front of Mark, Jeff sat down and offered, "Wasn't sure if anything back there would kill you in three seconds so I just picked what I'd seen you eat before. Please change it if you like." Now that he had his libido and his self-consciousness under control, Jeff relaxed and enjoyed the company at the table. The good-humoured banter across the table was soothing to his usually jangled nerves and Jeff wondered when the last time he'd just been able to hang out like this had been. Since way before his 'departure' from the WWE that was true. Looking with unfocussed eyes as Shawn Michaels made Triple H shift about in his seat in a manner that Jeff easily identified, he realized that it had been over a year. A goddamn year since he'd had a big dinner with... ransacking his memory Jeff came up with Chris' birthday dinner nearly 18 months ago. He, Matt, Adam, Jay & Ty, the birthday boy, Trish, Steve, Molly and several others had annexed a private room at one of Chicago's... had it been Chicago?... fanciest restaurants. The atmosphere had been much like the one here, teasing, affectionate and friendly. Of course, not long after that he'd met Dom and that had been the beginning of the end. Shaking himself from his introspection, Jeff looked up to see Triple H, Michaels, and Batista leaving the table, trading hugs and embarrassing comments all round. Sitting back from his empty plate, he looked over at Mark and found the brilliant Jade eyes already on him. Feeling a lot more comfortable than he had earlier, Jeff asked, "I have no idea when the next flight home is Mark." Greatly daring, because he wasn't in that much control, Jeff put his fingers on Mark's forearm where it rested on the table. "Stay with me at the airport till you have to go?" **** Scotty's huge hug, followed by an even more massive one from Kevin were something that Hunter hadn't known he'd missed. He become so used to standing back and observing his friends, that the fierce embraces and low words of affection pulled at him in a sudden and sharply dear way. Hunt knew he was a certified idiot for trying to move away from these people, even if his heart screamed that it been unconscious. His slow growing dislike of himself and his political facade had led to him thinking that his friends must feel the same, must see the new not-so improved Hunter Hearst Helmsley and be grateful for the distance. Complete and utter idiot. "Don't worry about it... Enjoy your time off. I would if I were you... We missed you." He'd missed them too. Far more than perhaps he was willing to admit if this burst of caring warmth could touch him so deeply.�Scott was someone who'd always stood by Hunter no matter what, even at the 'bad' time for Hunter, Scott had always called him after a particularly bad squash match,�always done something to show him that it was cool, Hunt was still talented and�management could go�to hell if they didn't see it. Hunter�just regretted that�he'd never been able to�support his�friend the way Scott had been there for him. Still, there was the future, Hunter could change that. Seeing the bright glint in the man's midnight eyes, Hunt had no idea what Scotty was... oh for the love of... ! "Smart. Ass." He enunciated clearly as the gathered diners erupted over Scott's near flawless impersonation of Hunter's bow. Deciding that he was the bigger man, emotionally if not literally, Hunt raised his chin to that abominable angle and prepared to launch a minute judgment based on form, technique, balance, artistic composition and height of butt at the 'Rooster' stage. This never came to be of course, because Kevin stepped in to save his hil-fucking-larious lover by muffling Hunter's face in his chest. "...if you need to talk about anything---anything---call me. Please." Now firmly believing that both Shawn and Kevin had telepathic powers, Hunter let his eyes show his thanks and equal desire for such a conversation as soon as possible. Not just because he wanted to ask about 'The Thing', but because he would be keeping far closer tabs on his friends than he had for the last six months. No matter how disgustingly happy they looked right now, Kevin and Scott would need support over the next few weeks as they learned to live in the same space together again. Even with their past firmly in its place, sharing a house could lead to all sorts of minor upsets that friends excelled at sympathizing over. Hunter promised himself he wouldn't miss out this time. Stepping back, he allowed Shawn his turn at the Outsiders, the smaller man being even more engulfed in their embraces than Hunter had been. He'd never doubted the love shared by the three men in front of him and had rejoiced at the smiles their time together had brought to all three dear faces. But Hunt could also see the undercurrents within the three passionate men, the ending of something that had been close to perfect in all three hearts. There wasn't any true regret and Hunter felt no envy of their bond, it was simply Kevin and Scott with Shawn. A beautiful combination if ever there was one. Hunter hadn't realised he'd taken a step forward or that his eyes had narrowed slightly at the sight of Dave within the circle of another man's arms. It didn't matter that it was Scott, his life long friend, or if it was Kevin his brother in all but blood, it was Dave... wrapped up in someone who wasn't Shawn or him. Completely thrown by his unexpected reaction, Hunter hastily donned his sunglasses and turned slightly away from the sight, wracking his brain for the cause of that spectacular flash of jealousy. He wasn't the kind of man to be possessive about his lovers. Hunt trusted quite easily for someone with his experiences in life and believed that all his partners had been faithful while they were with him. And not many could measure up to his gorgeous David when it came to treating people the right way. So if he trusted Dave, why was the sight of him hugging his friends, two men Hunter himself had just been clinging to, was so disturbing. Did he want all that love within the dark man aimed only at himself and Shawn? Dave wasn't some new toy of Hunter's that he didn't want other kids to play with because they might leave smudges. Okay, so maybe he wasn't one to share his absolutely favorite things, but he didn't mind if Shawn had been with�Scott and Kevin�so why would it... ? Because he wasn't sure of Dave? Almost sickened by the train of his thoughts, Hunter forced a smile at Shawn's teasing words and deliberately ruffled Sean's curls as they left. "...one of your calls was to get our bags delivered downstairs... ?" "The second one actually. Lucky I did that before I 'lost' my phone or you'd be going back up to get them," he sniped under his breath, leading the way across the foyer and quickly closing their account. Moving to�pull out his phone to call�Megan again, Hunter cursed under his breath and took a long look at Shawn's pockets, uncaring of the location of his gaze while they left the cool, air-conditioned hotel and walked to the white extra-long car awaiting them. As soon as they were seated within the plush confines of the vehicle, Hunter pounced on his prey. Nimble fingers diving into the blond's pockets and he tried to keep Shawn pinned to the broad seat just using his knees. Dave was no help of course and Hunter lost his sunglasses somewhere along the line. Knowing they were rocking the vehicle and smirking at what an onlooker might think, Hunter continued his attack. Damn, Shawn sure was a squirmer. **** Damn. Landing with a muffled thud against Kevin's chest, he wondered if this was how it felt to run headfirst into a tree. If not then it had to be damn close. The big man had caught him off guard with a firm tug on his wrist, but Dave had to admit that even if he'd been prepared for the move, he couldn't have stopped it. When those big arms wrapped around him, he didn't hesitate as he had with Scott. He had already made the decision to embrace this offer of family despite his worries over what might or might not happen with Shawn and Hunter and he wasn't one to second guess his decisions. That didn't mean that Kevin hadn't surprised him... more than once. "I don't have to tell you to be good to them, I know..." At first he thought it was a subtle warning phrased so as not to sound like one. If he were in Kevin's position he probably would have said the same thing. But from what Kevin said next, it changed the context in which Dave looked at the words. "So... try not to worry too much, okay? You can always talk to us if you need to." Even with the show of acceptance, he hadn't expected them to go that far. Although he wasn't sure he would take Kevin up on that offer or Scott either. There would just be something weird about discussing his relationship with his two lovers with someone that had been in the same situation with one of said men. And it'd lead to even more thoughts of how Shawn, Kevin, and Scott must have looked together. Thoughts he really didn't need when he was so unsure of Shawn's affections in the first place. Despite his intention not to accept that offer, he nodded at Kevin to acknowledge that he appreciated the gesture. As he joined Hunt and Shawn to head towards the exit of the restaurant, he took one last look over his shoulder at the two men. It was just weird that he'd been so easily accepted into the fold of this warm group of friends when he'd expected to be grilled like a fresh-caught trout. But then the day had hardly started off as normal in any sense of the word, so he really shouldn't be surprised at all. He wondered if maybe with Shawn and Hunt as his lovers if he'd ever see a day as normal again. In a way he kind of hoped not. He smiled as Hunter mussed Sean's hair and got a half-hearted glare, bark included, aimed at his back for his efforts. See... weird. "I suppose one of your calls was to get our bags delivered downstairs... ?" "The second one actually. Lucky I did that before I 'lost' my phone or you'd be going back up to get them." Dave smiled fondly and shook his head at the bickering between the two men. Hunt was really taking the loss of his phone badly, he thought with a smirk as his hand slipped into his pocket to make sure the thing was still there. He could just hear Shawn laughing and blaming him if he managed to misplace the thing. Snickering quietly as he noticed the direction of Hunter's gaze, that being Shawn's pants, Dave wondered what anyone looking at them would think the cause of that look. They'd most likely be sorely disappointed if they knew that Hunter was simply obsessing over his phone. As they were walking out of the air-conditioning into the heat of the blazing June sunshine, Dave thought back to the comment that Scott had made during their momentary embrace... "...Just don't forget what I said Monday night." He racked his brain for a moment trying to remember exactly what it was that Scott had said before coming up with the phrase. "Just because Shawn's in love with Hunter and has been for years, doesn't mean that he can't be interested in anyone else." He shivered slightly in spite of the heat as Hunter ducked into the limo behind Shawn. Hesitating for just a moment before he followed them into the car, Dave honestly gave those words some thought. In essence it was true. Shawn himself had said he was interested in Dave and he'd also said he was in love with Hunter. The things weren't incompatible in Shawn's eyes. He'd also said he thought he could love Dave if he tried. Dave knew what Scott had been trying to point out to him... really... he got it. He just didn't believe it... not yet. It could come in time... it could, but... And he was so not climbing back on this merry-go-round again. It wasn't the time for it. Climbing into the car, he turned to look at the two men in the car with him. The door shut behind him and before he could blink, Hunt jumped on top of Shawn. While he pinned the blond with his legs, Hunter was making an effort to search Shawn's pockets in addition to a bit of searching for places that made Shawn squirm. Dave smiled as Hunt's sunglasses flew onto the floor and reached down to swipe them before they were stepped on. Then again... he slipped them on and reclined against the seat to watch for the moment when Hunter would come up empty in his search... at least as far as his phone went. Listening to Shawn's laughter touched that spot deep inside his chest and it felt good. He was used to their antics at work, but this was something different... personal. And he was honored that he was a welcome viewer to the scene now taking place. And if he were honest, more than a little aroused at the voyeuristic element of it. When the phone in his pocket rang, Dave almost flew through the roof. He knew that it wasn't his phone. The thing was mostly used for making calls out, not receiving them, and his ring tone was most definitely not the same as Hunter's. Still... Hunter wouldn't know that for sure. By the second ring he was getting one of those 'aren't you going to answer that thing?' looks, but Dave just smiled in answer to the two of them, slipping a hand in both pockets to figure out which one he'd slipped Hunt's phone into. It should have been obvious since only one of his pockets was ringing at that particular moment. "I'm a popular guy, what can I say?" Real smooth Dave... like that's going to fly. Since Hunter had a hand in both of Shawn's pockets at that particular moment it didn't take long for his lover to put the pieces together. No phone on Shawn's person, phone ringing in Dave's pants with Hunter's ring tone... yeah, he hadn't really had a chance. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the device as he saw the light of understanding dawn in the amber depths of Hunt's eyes. He smirked as he wondered if this would land him in even bigger trouble than he was already in... he sure as hell hoped so. **** Beautiful sapphire blue eyes widened in Chris' patented 'you're joking, right?' look and Adam felt a tiny bit better about the pounding he'd just given his lover... for a moment. The small quiver that ran through Chris' frame when he'd shifted had him doubting the wisdom of what they'd just done. He had completely lost control from the moment that he'd been buried inside Chris' body. Honestly, he hadn't been able to help it at all. If he thought about it, he couldn't truly blame himself. This had been one of his longest held fantasies... dragging Chris off to the bathroom of a plane, burying himself inside the blond, the threat of imminent discovery. Even without the added thought of Sparky standing outside the door with his ear pressed to the metal, he hadn't had a chance of keeping control. It had been enough that he was here, in this small space, having sex with Chris. The whole experience had blown his fantasy clear out of the water. "Better than okay Babe... Just perfect would be closer to the truth." His pang of worry slipped away again at those easily spoken words. Adam kind of thought perfect might be an exaggeration, but he wasn't going to argue. After all... perfect pretty much described how he was feeling as well... And he just couldn't stop touching Chris. If he hadn't already admitted to his love for the guy, that would have been a huge flashing neon sign. The majority of his encounters lately had ended with him getting up and getting dressed as soon as he caught his breath. He'd never really had the urge to linger after the passion was over. He and Terry had slept in the same bed some nights but with each of them staying to their own side of the bed. Terry had tried the cuddling thing a time or two but as soon as the dark-haired man had fallen asleep, Adam had headed for his own side of the bed because he was feeling smothered by the guy's arm draped over him. He'd done the cuddling thing with Mark. It was just part of the man's romantic nature to keep that bit of contact. Adam hadn't read anything into it... not hard to keep your head when your lover is saying someone else's name at odd moments. Not that it had hurt him or even truly upset him because he'd already known that falling for Mark would be a huge mistake that he wasn't willing to make. Mark had told him there was someone else in his heart at the very beginning and Adam had been happy with what they had... a friendly affection and really, really great sex. Still... he hadn't felt compelled to pet the man constantly once they were finished either. With Chris... he just couldn't stop the compulsion and he really didn't want to. All through their cleaning up there was constant contact of some sort. It could be blamed on the confined space, but that didn't explain the constant forays made by his hand to smooth golden hair and trail along exposed spots of warm silky skin. He was so far gone. Maybe Chris really was as well. That last stolen kiss had him tempted to lean in for yet another when Chris voiced a question... the answer to which Adam would have thought was obvious. "Who on earth is 'Sparky?'" The knock on the door answered that question without him having to say a word and Adam simply smirked and rolled his eyes. The guy had timing, he'd give him that... but that was all the little twit was getting if he had any say so... and fortunately he did. "Fine thanks, just feeling a little light-headed." His little smirk evolved into a huge grin. Adam planned to keep his lover in that condition as often as humanly possible. Chris' quietly spoken words had him covering his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. If asked... he could have described exactly where Chris' blood had ended up in that beautifully made body... after he knocked out the person asking. Shoving away that tiny little flare of caveman mentality, Adam sighed as Chris slipped through the door and into the walkway. He turned to look in the mirror for just a moment and winced. Damn he looked like hell. Sparing a moment for the necessities, he hurriedly washed his hands again and then slipped through the door to head back to his seat... Just in time to find Sparky hovering over Chris holding a glass of ice and a bottle of water. Adam rolled his eyes yet again, remembering that shaking his head was a no-no, and then cleared his throat loudly to gain the redhead's attention. "Excuse me," he said, saccharine sweetness literally oozing in his voice as he pointed to his seat. When the man took a hasty step backward, Adam slid past Chris' knees and dropped into his own seat. He settled himself quickly, his knee gently pressed against Chris' to feed that greedy part of him that yearned for the slightest touch from his lover. "Miss me?" he asked with a grin as he swiped the glass from Chris' hand and took a sip. A glint in his eye, he turned that grin on the steward. "Thanks. Unbelievable how damn hot it gets in those bathrooms." He tilted his seat back a bit and looked lazily at Chris, ignoring the steward's continued presence. "Wake me up when we get there, would ya?" He'd almost tacked a 'sweetheart' to the end of that sentence, but figured with the ears present that would be pushing his luck. Chris might already be on the verge of smacking him, but he couldn't be sure because he had already closed his eyes. **** to be continued...

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