"ITVR: Chapter 90"
Teases.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Lips curling slightly as he looked down at Jeff, now blissful and limp beneath him, Mark was grateful that he had a long reach. If he hadn't been able to cover Jeff's mouth, that shout would've alerted the entire airport to exactly what they were up to. Not that anyone would have much doubt if they walked out of the cramped space they were currently collapsed in looking like this... One last gentle kiss to the swollen lips, and Mark straightened with a slight grunt; he'd enjoyed that immensely, but his knees were letting him know that they hadn't. Licking his lips, he could still taste Jeff on them... just that sent a soft thrum of warmth through him, and he had to pause in straightening his clothing to remind himself firmly that they'd just pushed their luck far more than they had any right to, and that anything beyond the rushed blowjobs they'd just indulged in was out of the question... for more than one reason. Suddenly more serious, he turned slightly and reached out, helping Jeff back to his feet with a less than impersonal touch, not able to keep his eyes off the man while he organized himself, drinking in the sight of pale skin and long sensitive fingers and deep green eyes that he could drown in. The soonest Jeff would be at his home would be tomorrow afternoon, but he would probably be much later than that. No matter what Jeff might think, Mark was sure that his family would have their own opinions about their prodigal son returning home for only a few hours before leaving again to spend time with a lover nearly old enough to be his father. If Jeff told his family about him. Nearly thunderstruck at the thought, Mark frowned. He couldn't see Jeff keeping this a secret... of course, being open about it backstage was one thing. Being open about it with your family was something entirely different... and he had no idea how open Jeff was with his family. He suspected there weren't many secrets in the Hardy household, but not having met any of them besides Jeff and Matt, he wasn't going to assume anything. Catching sight of the concerned expression on Jeff's face, Mark shook his head and smiled slightly, reaching out to caress the face that part of him was already missing. Speaking softly, he tried to reassure his lover. "I just wish..." Glancing around the darkened closet, he couldn't quite keep a rueful smile off his face. "I wish we were at home so that I could do that properly.�I'd much rather take my time... and not worry about noise." A quick look over each of them to make sure they were presentable, and Mark reached behind him to turn the doorknob, letting the door click open without pushing it so that he could glance out. Not spotting anyone nearby, he pushed it open far enough to step out, reluctantly losing his contact with Jeff as the younger man followed him through. "Now boarding flight 2371 to Houston... Now boarding..." Head jerking up in surprise at the announcement, Mark turned quickly toward Jeff, his face probably showing far more emotion than it should. He didn't want to be separated from the man in front of him, he realised with some surprise. Reluctance filling his eyes, he couldn't think of anything to say. The other passengers in the lounge had gone, and some were filing in from flights just landing, and his plane was boarding... and he wanted desperately to sweep Jeff into his arms and kiss him senseless. But he couldn't. He carefully ignored the part of him that wanted to wail in pain at the unfairness of it all; he'd learned long ago that life wasn't fair. Instead, he reached out and took Jeff's hand, carefully, his fingers sliding slowly across each knuckle and muscle, trying to memorize the feel of it for later remembrance. Holding that pose for a long instant, he met equally emotion-filled emerald eyes, but was too caught up in his own unexpected morass of emotional confusion to try to interpret anything he saw there. Tightening his grasp, Mark shook Jeff's hand before loosening his hold... and then threw his normal restraint to the winds. Pulling hard enough on Jeff's hand to pull him forward half a step, Mark put his arms around him, holding him close for just a moment, feeling the thin arms close around him in turn. For that moment, he felt... at peace. Complete. And then he stepped back, shouldering the bag he'd dropped so carelessly when he'd followed Jeff into the small closet, turned, and walked away. He knew that he'd have to face the unexpected pain of the forced separation, but for these few minutes, he concentrated on leaving the lounge, finding his gate, and boarding the plane. At least he'd had the sense to book first class this time, out of consideration for his aging joints more than for the possible perks... but the small bit of additional privacy certainly wouldn't be unwanted on this flight. He had a lot to think about. **** Kissing Shawn was like... like... well, there wasn't anything to compare it with really. It was different to kissing Dave, whose firm lips�could be�busy pulling Hunter's mouth and�heart into ten different places one minute and then�be the pinnacle of sweetly gentle the next. Even though he'd only been�kissing both men for the same amount of time, Hunt was still feeling his way�with Dave's kisses,�trying to understand what it was that clicked inside him whenever the big man pushed all�his buttons. Hunter agreed he had a massive control issue, it was obvious when�he looked at it from his dark lover's point of view, but there was also the uncertainty, the caution that everyone naturally adopted when enjoying the first days of a relationship. Sometimes it took years to learn what truly turned a lover on, be it making love in semi-public places or cuddling by a fireplace, Hunter was still�educating himself�with�'Dave' as he was being learned in return. Sometimes, knowing your lover took less than a day... plus about ten years. He kissed Shawn like tasting a favorite wine, sipping at the lovely nectar to make it last, but then beginning to get greedy as the bottle got low. Their first kiss had defined the peace that Hunter finally gave himself permission to enjoy, the following ones were examples of all the things they felt about each other. Loving, attracted, sweet, gentle, passionate, lusty. They hadn't kissed in anger yet, but Hunter was sure they would. Two men with all the fire and personality of Triple H and HBK�couldn't be sweetness and light forever.� Shawn's expression of bliss as Hunt pulled away from the sweet arch of his neck, gave the blond a powerful rush to his ego. 'Fuck yeah! Lookit what I did.'�Dusky blue eyes opened languidly and sharpened at the undoubtedly pleased grin on Hunter's face. Not even trying to look innocent, he'd never mastered that ability, Hunt simply took in the delicious pout curving Shawn's mouth into a bow and the fond smile coming hot on its heels, before shifting around slightly as his lover's attention changed to the man lying supine in his lap. Dave looked like a great canine at rest, a body designed for power and ferocity, long limbs decorated with strong muscle and smooth darkened skin. But this 'Animal' wasn't hunting for any prey right now, instead the danger was contained, quieted under Shawn's teasing hand, form sprawled contently across�his master's thighs. Hunter's breath caught at the thought. Dave as Shawn's. Hunter's eyes were clouded with images of the two men entwined as they had been last night, while he ran his finger's teasingly over Dave's throat. The small bite caused the smug grin to widen and Hunter's look to become adoring as he watched the loving-making going on before him... with him. As three, they fitted together better than he'd ever fantasised. Complementing and contrasting each other's strengths and weaknesses, tensions rising as they maneuvered around each other. The history between Hunter and Shawn, the ever-changing sexual dynamic between Dave and Hunter, the emotional unbalance between Shawn and Dave, these things they still had to work on, but the foundations were there, solid as the reassuring thump of Dave's heart under his own exploring palm. "Looks like we're here," Shawn's words were spiked with the mischievous lilt that Hunter was long since familiar with. He felt a rush of sympathy course through him at Dave's plight, the minor adjustment in the dark man's gait that told of a pressing response to Shawn's playful touches. If it had been him, Shawn wouldn't have reached the front door, Stephanie or no Stephanie. But it wasn't Hunter's gorgeous skin turning a rose-tinged bronze under the Billion Dollar Princess's knowing eyes, so he'd leave any thoughts of retaliation up to the injured party. Now that, had Hunter thinking about a reversal of his previous speculation, this time with Dave the one in control. Okay... so his brain was all for playing those games, why couldn't his body do what it was told? Except, to be honest... Hunter might blame his panic on his body's learned behaviour, but everyone in his line of work knew the brain was what really counted when testing your physical limits. Hunter had to get his head in place where giving up control to Dave wasn't just a momentary speculation... it was somewhere he desired with his whole heart to be. His lover had made it clear that until Hunter reached that place... no hanky-panky of that kind for Hunt. "Sorry Michael, million miles away," Hunter apologised to his driver as he climbed out of the limousine, knowing it had been several long seconds after Dave if the concerned expression on the man's face was any indication. Settling things with Michael with the�ease of long practice, Hunter took his time to stroll up the steps to his house. While checking out Shawn's pert ass, Hunter�detected the outline of his cellular in the back pocket, once again safely ensconced in cotton. He would have liked to make another attempt at retrieval, but it wasn't strictly necessary as there were at least three phone lines connected in his house, any one would serve to finish up his final business dealings. Of course, getting his cell back would be a hell of a lot more fun. Hunter paused for a second as he noted the slightly uncomfortable stance his sexy boy had adopted while watching Steph and Dave with an indulgent smile. Momentarily thrown Hunter realised where that kind of discomfort could come from and was overcome with a rush of guilt. Okay, so his hands had been tied and stopping Shawn at that juncture last night was well beyond the means of this poor man. But maybe a conversation later would be in order... and some treatment if he could wrangle it. Catching up to the other blond, Hunter thought up and discarded several possible scenarios for alleviating pain and almost missed the suddenly knowing look coming into the lovely face of the man at his shoulder. "Do I even want to know what you're thinking or will my brain melt?" he asked sotto voce as Stephanie proceeded to drag Dave into the kitchen for a display of her favorite cooking devices. "Hunt... I know Dave's holding back on me," a curl of frustration momentarily took Shawn's grin from wicked to irritated. Hunt had no clue why Dave might be pulling his punches when it came to interacting with Shawn, he had already flat out admitted he couldn't read the dark man for shit, so he was no help there. As far as he knew, Dave adored the smaller man and he couldn't understand why he would go softly softly when Shawn had already indicated he was up for a hell of a lot more than that. "...I'm going to push his buttons... until he snaps." Hunter wasn't a hundred percent sure that that was the best idea, but he trusted Dave snapping wouldn't end with anything too damaging... at least not physically. But Shawn must have seen the momentary flash of concern across his face. "You know I'm not fragile, Hunt, but I'm not sure Dave does." "Maybe not," he had to agree. His friend wasn't as familiar with Shawn's deceptive appearance as Hunter was... but then he'd never wrestled the sneaky little bastard either. "Just warn me if you going to do something that'll cause a rampage... I'll need to watch the door with Steph in this house." Speaking of the devil in high heels, following the sound of voices, Hunter and Shawn tracked down the other two great loves of his life... just as Stephanie threw open the door to his private bedroom, her pleased announcement echoing along the landing. "...and this is Hunt's BED! Would you like me to order a bigger one? I don't know if you'll all fit, want to try it out?" Hunter seriously entertained thoughts of matrimonial homicide at that moment. He had the thickest of skins when it came to Steph's interest in his sex life but the furious blush colouring Dave's cheeks indicated his lover wasn't so fortunate. The big man might be able to talk a good game when he was on the other end of the phone, but Stephanie in full 'helpful' mode could send men to their deaths from embarrassment. No ever believed him when he said she'd been to a all-girls school for refined ladies. He couldn't blame them really, he'd heard her swearing like a teamster when she'd stubbed her toe once. The paint had blistered. About to intervene and rescue Dave from further prompting to indulge in Hunter's bedroom, Hunter's jaw dropped at his lover's disjointed response. "I think... it'll be just fine, Steph. It's not any smaller than the one in the hotel last night and it looks... sturdier..." Stephanie's grin was incandescent. The last word that could be used to describe Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley was stupid, but Hunter had got her number two years ago when she'd�tried to audition lovers for him and stepped between her and Dave before things got out of hand. "Not telling, so shush..." "Sturdy? You mean the last one... ?" Ravishing dark eyes fairly glowed with speculation. "No, not ever, never... you'll die without knowing." Hunt interrupted while taking his wife's�elbow in a firm grip. "Who broke it? Was it you? Hunter... ?" "You're leaving now Princess," Hunter used more than his usual amount of strength when dealing with woman to move his wife towards the doorway. She dug her heels in. Of course she did. "It was you! It was! It was! I can tell because you won't look me in the eye and that means you're hiding something." Three-inch stilettos that could break a man's toe without a second thought were finally budged from the expensive rug as Stephanie was propelled towards the door. "Hah. That must have been hot. Fine, be all huffy and�quiet." Stephanie complained as she wheeled around on the landing and�looked pleadingly at Shawn. "Shawn will tell me later, won't you�Love?" Whether he would or not was lost as Hunter kissed his wife gently on the cheek and then shut the door in her beaming,�wicked face. Four long steps and he fell face first onto the huge bed in question, burying his face in the crisp coffee-brown quilt. "Whose idea was it to come to my place again?" **** Chris had muted the sound on the television, leaving only the flickering play of images on the screen, casting alternating bands of light and dark across the room. He'd drawn the curtains not long after Adam had fallen into a quiet doze, the heavy drapes keeping out some of Miami's summer furnace, the blissfully cool air-conditioning doing all the rest. Chris had left enough light peeping from the edge of the closest window for him to be able to read by, but had spent the last ten minutes trying to discover, without the benefit of a soundtrack, what in the hell he was watching. Channel surfing had turned up almost nothing. Historical programmes about tyrannical governments weren't exactly peppy viewing at the best of times and if he had to watch another gazelle taken down by a leopard in Africa again, he'd have serious doubts about the survival of that particular species. Then he'd found the�absolutely brilliant soap opera he was currently fascinated by. It wasn't one of the well-known brands, in fact if CJ hazarded a guess, he'd name Central Europe maybe Russia�as it's origin, given all the old stone staircases and big windows that most of the action seemed to happen near. Right now, Chris was pretty sure that Marishka, he'd dubbed her that as it was the first Russian name that came to him, six-foot blonde Marishka was going to run away with her baby, so a doll wrapped in a blanket, from the limping cane-leaning count and his darkly vicious wife Natasha.�Mother and baby�were being�helped by a sweet-faced�girl who looked liked she�wished she could get paid more than Marishka and a�teenage boy in a wheelchair.�CJ wasn't sure exactly where they were going to escape to, as all he saw was several posters with palm trees on them in fake travel agent *omg owned by the Count* and started to panic that she might be bringing the baby to Florida. The baby, of course was either the child of her ex-husband, whom Marishka had thought died in a fire, his twin brother sporting a terribly fake moustache and a different shirt, or the soldier? policemen? whom she was currently dating and was fondling a rifle with far more adoration than he'd fondled Marishka. It was strange, derivative and completely lame... but Chris was at home, in bed on a Wednesday afternoon and no-one knew he was watching but him. Eventually the credits rolled, after an intense close up of Marishka's angst-filled face, and Chris pressed the button to release him from the television's evil thrall. He'd found a Lonely Planet 'Egypt' on Adam's shelves and was planning on finding out just how much a trip to Cairo would cost. He was not�thinking about changing to one on Russia instead. Chris had just finished�'Dangers and Annoyances', the text going blurry, the book slipping from his hands, when Adam moved suddenly and violently. Sitting up, he placed the book on the bed table and looked down at his unsettled lover. Adam's skin had taken on that ashen tone it had displayed so prettily this afternoon in the restaurant, his skin cool and almost shivering under the light sheets. Pulling gently, Chris tried to coax Adam over onto his side, fingers moving to untangle the cotton sheet that was pulling at his lover's arms, restraining him and undoubtedly causing the fretful slumber. Another sudden twist and Adam was free, but this time he had the pillow in a headlock and was clinging to the padded fabric so hard his knuckles were white with strain. His teeth clenched, Adam was talking through the grimace, the words unintelligible but certainly not good. People may say not to waken someone during a nightmare, but Chris thought 'people' should drop dead, as leaving Adam like this just simply wasn't an option. Hoping he wouldn't get a black eye for his efforts but resigning himself to more time in the make-up chair if he did, Chris pulled Adam bodily into his arms, shoulders against�one raised leg�so CJ could lean over his face and get his lover's attention. "Adam Love? Wake up Babe... it's okay Love. Only a dream Adam..." he crooned, fingers carding through the silken honeyed hair, gone gossamer as it dried. "...wake up Love... it's only a dream..." With a sudden jerk and a moan that sounded something like his name, Chris saw Adam's eyes fly open, the brilliant green unfocussed, still lost in the nightmare that had stolen him. "It's okay Love... it was a dream. It's okay.... " Still stroking Adam's hair, offering all the love and reassurance within him. **** When Stephanie had first spotted the limousine containing her husband and his lovers, she'd been watching a very sexy blonde doing an impersonation of a model from a body wash commercial. Megan's skin had that lustrous healthy glow that came from spending her holidays relaxing on beaches being drooled over by countless males while casually ignoring their interest with graceful unconcern. It had been on one of those very vacations that all Stephanie's dreams about her stunning personal assistant had come true. The exclusive resort had catered to only the wealthiest of clientele, movie stars and business masterminds being their stock in trade. A strange combination of the two, Steph had been sharing a drink with Megan while trying to avoid a number of groping executives that were old enough to be their parents, when the bombshell had literally dropped her bombshell. "Listen Shugar," she'd drawled in her sweet southern accent to the inebriated lothario trying to stare down her top. "Not to increase your fantasy threshold or anything, but I only do girls and my lady here is gonna smack you inna minute if you don't take a step backwards." The man, riding an intoxicating combination of alcohol and hormones, took one look at tiny, blonde Megan and tall, sleek Stephanie and nearly fainted at the very thought. Giggling later in their suite, Stephanie hand reached out to hug her employee, who'd always been her friend right from the start, and accidentally let her hand linger on one delicate shoulder blade. Snatching her�fingers back as if�they'd been burnt, Steph was completely thrown when Megan had grabbed the hand back with astonishing speed. The look in the huge baby blues staring up at her was enough to start the tight curly feeling deep in Steph's stomach and make her wonder why the staff hadn't put the air-conditioner on in her room. "I thought..." "But you like..." Voices clashing simultaneously, the girls came to a stuttering, breathless stop. Twin smiles, the likes of which men often dreamed of having directed at them, rose onto two, beautiful model-like faces. Steph had nothing but pleasant memories of her and her girlfriend's first night together. The room hadn't got any cooler and they'd lain tangled on the large bed, queen size naturally, warm, soft skin dewed with perspiration, Stephanie's long dark hair a riot across the pale mounds of Meg's breasts. Looking at those same delicious mounds that peeked at her from amid a mass of bubbles, Stephanie promised herself very soon, that she'd take time off and go back to that very same resort... but this time she wouldn't need to bother with an attached suite for Meg. Sitting neatly on the vanity stool, one leg crossed over the other, nails tapping a staccato rhythm on the marble basin, Steph watched a bubble work its way down the sweet column of Megan's neck and wondered where the hell her husband was. "Dave sure sounds like ah pussycat, doesn't he�Baby?" Cropped blonde hair clinging in wisps to the side of her face, Meg shot a look from the corner of her eyes that added to her naughty, elven appearance. "He is a pussycat," Steph agreed, glancing out the French doors that looked out over the front of the property. "But I don't think Hunt knows exactly what to do with his new gorgeous tiger. He's not used to..." a wave of her hand that spoke of many things, including a weary type�of sadness, "...having the things he wants given to him." "Ah could give him some suggestions," Meg offered as she vigorously rubbed a pumice stone across the underside of her foot. Steph smiled at her lover, the sexy magazine picture completely shattered by Meg's use of the common hygiene item. Yeah... and we girls don't scrub our nails either. "Oh Hunt knows what he'd like to do to Dave all right. Shower him with presents, tell him all day and all night that he thinks�Dave's sexy and�beautiful�then seduce the man to within an inch of his life. The problem will be when Dave tries to return the favour." Shaking her head, Steph caught sight of the long car pulling through the hedge-lined driveway and rose gracefully to her feet. "Silly man just doesn't know how to lie back and be adored in his turn. Hopefully Shawn and Dave will wrestle him into submission." A wink and a�quick water-logged kiss had Stephanie delicately dabbing a soap bubble from her lips as she raced downstairs to get to the door before Dana, their housekeeper, did. Throwing the large wooden doors open with surprising strength Stephanie saw first Shawn, her darling, darling Shawn, with Dave a shy face just beyond his shoulder. "Well... we came as fast as we could." Steph's gale of delighted laughter echoed across the foyer as she welcomed what would soon be her three favorite men into her home. Shawn knew the house from regular visits and even though they'd only owned it less than a year, was familiar with the layout and look. Dave, on the other hand, was another matter. "First things first... the tour." Pulling Dave close with both hands, Stephanie proceeded to show off her wonderful mansion with the grace and humility of the truly obscenely rich. In the formal parlour she caught Dave eyeing a small chaise with a dubious look and explained happily, "Don't say it's too girly. Hunter wouldn't come shopping so I got to make the decisions." And she had, ruthlessly picking out several items just to see the look of smothered horror on her husband's handsome face. The couch was her favorite, Hunt never went near it unless he absolutely had too. It looked so frail, he probably though the thing would collapse if he even bumped it. Privately Stephanie thought it was hideous, but she'd been diverted from sending it back when she'd seen Meg curled up in it, book in her lap and glasses slipping down her perfectly straight nose. It was now one of Steph's favorites and she would part with it over her dead body. Hunter and his boys would just have to get used to it. It was a wife's job to mess with her husband's head after all. "The 'Game' room," Steph showed Dave grandly, eyeing with fond frustration a number of the unopened boxes contained within. "I don't think he knows how half of them work, but the guy at 'Wiz' saw Hunt's wallet coming a mile away." They'd only gone in to look at the really big televisions like the one Dwayne had and had left with Hunt's platinum card a lot lighter. That was the problem when people closed stores for Hunter... he felt�he had to buy something or he'd hurt their feelings. And now.... "...and this is Hunt's BED! Would you like me to order a bigger one? I don't know if you'll all fit, want to try it out?" Stephanie could only think of one thing as she saw a lovely blush rise up Batista's chiseled cheekbones. Poor Dave. He didn't stand a chance with the three of them in his life. "..and it looks... sturdier..." Oh. My. God. Steph's delighted squeal was interrupted by the return of her husband. "Not telling, so shush..." "Sturdy? You mean the last one... ?" They broke a bed! On their first night and they Broke. A. Bed! ... you'll die without knowing." Hah, not a chance. "Who broke it? Was it you? Hunter.... ?" It probably was. Steph had guessed her smooth as silk man would be a killer between the sheets. "You're leaving now Princess," This was her house too and if she wanted gossip she would get it. By sheer pest factor if nothing else. "It was you! It was! It was! I can tell because you won't look me in the eye and that means you're hiding something." Hunt always looked away when he was keeping a secret, his eyes just gave too damn much away. "Hah. That must have been hot. Fine, be all huffy and�quiet. Shawn will tell me later, won't you�Love?" The moment the door closed Stephanie almost ran back to the other wing of the house, her heels echoing across the upper foyer with sharp hysterical clicks. Bursting into the bathroom she caught Megan just as the other woman started toweling her hair. "You won't believe how hot they are," Steph announced as she stole the white cloth from her lover's hands and began to rub vigorously at the not-so stylish blonde locks. "They broke a bed!" "Did they pay for it?" Megan asked practically as she looked around the vanity for her moisturizer. **** Jeff was still surfing on the cresting waves of a brilliant orgasm when Mark gently pulled him up from his sprawled position on the crate and set him back on his feet. It was good thing that his lover was more compus mentus than Jeff was at that point, closing his pants and smoothing his hair, otherwise the youngest Hardy would have been giving the outside lounge occupants a hell of a show. Licking his lips dreamily, Jeff found the taste of spicy sweat on the tip of his tongue and was flooded with the short-term memory of Mark having to cover his mouth during the climax that had been ripped from him by talented skills he'd been subjected to. Jeff didn't think he would have been classified as a screamer... until now. Until Mark did wicked, naughty things to him with his mouth and hands and... Leaning almost drunkenly against the bigger man, Jeff finally got his body to respond to his brain's commands and rifled his finger through his crazy-wild hair, tugging out a knot or two as he did so. Longer than average hair might be sexy on some men, wrestlers being the finest example, but it could be murder to keep tidy when getting some in a closet. Despite most appearances to the contrary, Jeff didn't generally try to look like a drowned sloth, it was�just�he had an almost feline need to be comfortable at all times and loose clothes were comfortable.�So was streaked hair that looked awesome even if it was sexily rumpled by big,�strong hands that could hold the base of Jeff's skull in their�wide, cool palms. God... Jeff was so in love with having had sex with Mark, that�right now he was starting to get himself horny again, just by thinking about the man's hands. Bracing his shoulder blades against Mark's chest, Jeff stretched his hips forward, curving his lower back and pulling out a slight kink that came from gyrating too much on a pretty uncompromising crate. Petting the large wooden box fondly, Jeff looked up to see if Mark was ready to either a) leave their little haven and find their planes, or b) wedge that broom under the door handle and stay here for the next nine hours. Seeing the small frown line between his lover's deep jade-green eyes, Jeff felt his happy mood dissipate and a few ridiculous worries begin to creep in. 'Stop it!' he yelled at them in the silent recesses of his mind. 'Stop now! No... no... no he isn't. Does that look like a disappointed expression? No. It just looks a little... concerned, that's all. Okay. Right. Mark's concerned about something and isn't at all considering that maybe blowing you in a storage room wasn't the greatest idea in the world. Stop it now!... and don't even think about opening that mouth or I'll.... ' Jeff opened his mouth to say something incredibly stupid, but the action was fortunately stalled by the loving caress of fingers over his still faintly blushing cheek. Deep, syrupy Texan soothed all his pathetic fears and made his doubts run and hide like the shameful little bastards that they were. "I just wish... we were at home so that I could do that properly... not worry about noise." Screamer it is then. But Jeff didn't give a shit if his sexual vocalisations were changing under Mark's amazing touch, because he was busy breathing a massive sigh of relief over his lover's excellent timing. Maybe in the future he should just sew his lips together after any love-making between them, because obviously having sex with Mark Calloway killed his brain. Getting himself together with a mental wrench, Jeff followed Mark from the storage room and back into the unpleasant glare of the airport with its sheen of reality. Offering to buy Mark a coffee seemed incredibly mundane after�their 'mind-blowing', hah, efforts earlier, but he now just wanted to spend some time staring into his partners eyes and thinking of sappy things to say that didn't include, "Take me with you Honey... Grandee won't mind." The call for Mark's flight interrupted that plan, as did the look of fierce regret that momentarily flashed across his lover's handsome features. The match of that emotion welling up from Jeff's gut, regret that they didn't have time for a coffee or any more talking sappy or otherwise. Mark must have seen his frustration's twin in Jeff own expression, because the too-gentle touch across his hand was almost agonising in its need. Jeff felt a roaring urge to climb all over Mark, to wrestle him to the ground and hold him there so that the flight would leave without its most beautiful passenger. But he couldn't. The small handshake was a lovely and cruel reminder of the more intimate embraces they'd been permitted in the four walls of their hotel room and the closet. But it was something that Jeff could take home with him, could rub his fingers over those blessed knuckles and imagine long arms, hard body and brilliant eyes. Eyes that Jeff could actually see think "fuck it" and arms that pulled him close for a warm hug that was far too short and far too sweet to let Jeff get away without a tug at his heart. God, they'd only been together for less than twenty hours yet this parting seemed like that of those who'd been married for years. Was this too much, too soon? If Jeff was all tangled and crazy after a day of exposure to Mark, how would the potential weeks ahead leave him? Madly in love no doubt. Reeling from the truth of that thought, Jeff returned Mark's embrace with the strongest grip at his disposal, but it was over all to soon and then�Mark was walking away. Sunglasses firmly in place, game face on to keep intruding fans at bay. All handsome, untouchable, mysterious Undertaker. Jeff knew he'd never stood a chance. ----- An hour later and Jeff walked to his boarding lounge, his own red-lensed shades in place, looking as much like a coked-out rock star as a pro-wrestler. He was firmly blocking all emotions and thoughts relating to Mark from any examination, until he had Matt to go over them with. Cooler and wiser heads than his had to prevail here. But what he needed right now was a distraction, a book, a nosy mother trying to set up a date... he didn't care, as long as it took his mind off six-foot ten of potential 'ever after' that Jeff was just so not ready to deal with. "Aww man! I knew it Dude. Told you it was Jeff Hardy didn't I Rob. Jeffery Fuckin' Hardy. Didn't I Tim? Huh?" Jeff looked up to see three young men hovering nearby. All around Jeff's age, they sported the shorts and backpacks of well-seasoned plane hoppers. "Dude, man you are sick you know that? Totally fucked up the way you jump off those fucking ladders! You should be fucking dead I've seen you hit the ground that many times. Are you on this flight? Really? Sick!" Jeff smiled at his perfect distraction. **** Stepping back, Shawn couldn't quite suppress the fond smile that rose to his lips at the increasingly familiar and still incredibly appealing blush that spread over Dave's face as Stephanie turned her attention to him. The Girl gave him a quick wink as she took his lover's arm and Shawn could only shake his head, knowing that Steph had already taken the man into her heart. God help him, because she was absolutely merciless when it came to Taking Care Of those she loved... whether they wanted her to or not. Hopefully Dave would adjust, because she'd never let him go now. Shifting on his feet as the aches that he'd been ruthlessly ignoring throughout the morning made themselves known with a vengeance, Shawn thought wistfully of the bed in Hunter's room. While he'd never slept there, he'd made himself at home on the wonderfully soft mattress more than once since Hunt and Steph had bought the mansion, sprawling across the giving surface while he and Hunt stayed up for their standard late-night bull sessions. Those times, while some of his fondest memories of his friend, had long been a source of torment for him, too... so close, so intimate, yet so far away... The gentle swat made him blink, and he arched an eyebrow as Dave was dragged away by a woman half his size to look at her kitchen. Well, now. That wasn't a bad sign, not at all. Maybe if he just kept calling Dave "beautiful" while turning up the tease factor... It wasn't like Steph and Meg hadn't seen that before. Planning his attack carefully, Shawn had almost forgotten that Hunter was still standing next to him. Almost. "Do I even want to know what you're thinking or will my brain melt?" Manfully resisting the urge to make a face at the man, Shawn allowed himself to eye Hunter for a minute before answering, his gaze lingering on Hunter's hair. He still missed the longer length, but the natural reddish tint that Hunt was finally allowing to show more than made up for it. He'd heard muttered complaints about "fluffiness" for years, and although he'd never tell Hunter for fear of retaliation, he was rather fond of Hunter's fluffy state as his hair dried. Not long after Jo had talked him into "the water thing", Shawn had cornered her and thanked her for the eye candy. She'd only laughed at him... and had joined him in watching at the monitors. Finally answering the question, the frustrated annoyance that he hadn't entirely realised he was feeling crept into his voice as he said, "Hunt... I know Dave's holding back on me. I just don't know why. The only reasons I can think of are because I haven't..." His voice faltered for an instant before he continued. "Because I haven't returned his feelings---yet---or because he's afraid he'll hurt me." That was an annoying thought. He'd spent nearly twenty years proving over and over again that he wasn't breakable, but it seemed to come up in every relationship, regardless. Shrugging, he met Hunt's eyes as his voice dropped a little. "So... I'm going to push his buttons. Every single one of them... until he snaps." Hunter never had learned to hide his feelings. Not from Shawn, anyway. The immediate concern in the amber eyes watching him wasn't a surprise, but he knew that Hunter would worry unless he tried to soothe him. "You know I'm not fragile, Hunt, but I'm not sure Dave does." And given the protective streak that the big man had already shown, until he could demonstrate that to their lover in an unmistakable way, it would continue to be an issue. If it was the issue that was the problem... which hopefully it was. Because if Dave was going to hold back like this until he was reassured that Shawn felt the same way he did... Pursing his lips a little at that thought, Shawn told himself firmly not to worry about it right now. That would come in time, and if it was the problem he was sensing, then they'd just have to deal with it until then. For now, though, they should probably rescue Dave from Stephanie. She'd had long enough to drag him around for most of the house tour, at least. "Maybe not... Just warn me if you're going to do something that'll cause a rampage... I'll need to watch the door with Steph in this�house." Not hiding the snort, Shawn just shook his head. "I'll buy another bolt if need be, but I don't think you'll have to worry too much. Besides... I'm pretty sure the bedrooms are in opposite wings for more than one reason." Speaking of which... following Hunter through the house, Shawn wasn't surprised to find Steph and Dave standing in the doorway of Hunt's room. The Girl's mind worked in very predictable ways once you knew her. "...and this is Hunt's BED! Would you like me to order a bigger one? I don't know if you'll all fit, want to try it out?" Oh, that was more than worth it just for the expressions on his lovers' faces. Biting back laughter at Dave's stunned reaction and Hunter's abashed one, the sound escaped him with a strangled noise at Dave's answer. "I think... it'll be just fine, Steph. It's not any smaller than the one in the hotel last night and it looks... sturdier..." Grinning widely, Shawn just restrained himself from clapping. If Dave had wanted to guarantee Stephanie's interest in their love life---not that it wouldn't have been there anyway---he'd just succeeded. The woman was the worst voyeur he knew, and nearly the worst gossip. Nearly. Scott and Sean were tied for first place there, but Steph was only a half-pace behind them. The grin on her face spoke volumes, but Hunt stepped in before she could really start twisting the screws on their poor lover. Listening to the exchange only broadened his own smirk; Hunt and Steph had been friends for years before their marriage, and although he was sure that Vince blamed him and the rest of the Clique for corrupting his daughter, Stephanie had been corrupted well before the time he'd first met her as a girl. He'd only assisted her along the way. "Who broke it? Was it you? Hunter.... ?" Watching someone on three-inch heels refuse to move while standing on a carpet with someone twice her size and weight pushing at her was damned impressive, Shawn reflected. "It was you! It was! It was! I can tell because you won't look me in the eye and that means you're hiding something." She definitely knew her husband. She'd also shared all sorts of interesting speculations about her husband with Shawn over the years, sometimes to his chagrin. Stephanie knew how to blush... when she wanted to. Otherwise the concept was foreign to her, although she delighted in drawing that reaction from others. Bracing himself, Shawn knew what was coming... "Shawn will tell me later, won't you�Love?" Returning her wink, he knew that he would indeed tell her about the broken bed later. If he didn't, she might hurt him. There were still times when he caught himself rubbing his shoulder in the same spot she'd punched him some years back when she'd been angry with him. The immediate apologetic worry that had followed hadn't done much to dull the pain, and his wry compliment on her wicked right hook had brought a brilliant smile to her face... right before she'd rushed off for aspirin, and an ice-pack, and anything else she could think of. Shawn closed the distance between himself and Dave as Hunter closed the door firmly behind his still-smirking wife and looked at him before wrapping one arm around his waist. Pressing himself up against Dave, he could feel the warmth from the other man's body seeping into him and let his lips curve even as he shook his head. "She's adopted you. You'll never get rid of her now," he informed Dave, relishing the expression that his words provoked. And while they were on the subject of provocation... Brushing the fingers of his free hand across the still rosy cheeks, Shawn said softly, "Beautiful." Pausing for a heartbeat to appreciate the sight, he drawled "I wouldn't worry about the bed... we'll find a way to fit." Letting his wicked humour spark in his eyes, he looked over his shoulder at Hunter's words. "Whose idea was it to come to my place again?" "I do believe it was yours." His voice was almost lilting with amusement. Looking back at the man he was wrapped around, Shawn raised his eyebrows in query. "Would you like to do it now?" Not bothering to hide his smile at Dave's stuttering response, he clarified as he pulled away, eyeing the bed for more than one reason. There wasn't a lot that could be done to ease the particular ache he was suffering from, but that mattress would at least be more comfortable than sitting down... and if he could tease Dave into a reaction of some kind, they'd probably want the bed anyway. "I meant, would you like to try out the bed... did you have something else in mind?" **** His mind kept trying to tell him that Chris was hurt, that he needed to get to his lover, but damn did his chest hurt. It was like a fiery spiderweb that stretched across his ribs, the pain radiating out from the center whenever he tried to move. Despite the pain and despite the words he thought that Chris had spoken to Dave, he was still desperate to reach Chris' side. The limp figure held securely in Dave's arms calling to him like a siren. Like light reflecting off the shards of glass in a kaleidoscope, the world suddenly shifted and he was no longer in the arena locker room. There was no Dave, no Terry, no injured lover to hurry to. Instead, he found himself cradled in someone's arms. His heart was racing and he could feel the sticky sheen of sweat covering his body, quickly cooled by the breeze from the air conditioner. As he came out of his dream he didn't at first recognize the person holding him as Chris, but he did recognize the security promised by the embrace. A gently soothing murmur reassured him that it was all just a dream. A warm wave of love washed over him as he recognized Chris' voice and he quickly wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, ignoring the tug of pain in his ribs. He was still shaking slightly as he pulled away, though his heart rate had slowed somewhat. His hands swept swiftly over his lover's shoulders and down his chest to rest over his heart. Even with Chris telling him it was just a dream, he'd needed to make sure that the horrific injuries he'd seen were just a figment of his overactive brain. Lifting one hand, he tilted Chris' face so that he could look into his eyes. That was one of the things that had terrified him so in his dream world... the thought of not being able to look into those vivid blue eyes and see the life sparkling there. Not being able to see the joy, mischief, and now love swirling within would have meant that Chris was no longer part of this world. Reading concern and quickly forming questions within his lover's eyes, Adam quickly pressed his lips gently to Chris'. "I'm okay... really. You were right. It was just a bad dream... a terrible, horrible dream." Hoping to avoid discussing his dream in detail, for any number of reasons, he eased himself back against the slope of Chris' thigh. He tried to convince himself that it was all a product of the turmoil of the last few days. Terry was being sent to OVW. The dark-haired bastard wouldn't be allowed backstage so there was no real reason to be concerned that he might actually attack Chris... at least until Vince called him back up. With any luck at all... that would never happen. Chris was safe. The other part of his dream was also easily explained, at least in his own mind. He'd had lingering questions about Dave's involvement in this whole situation. He was assuming a previous relationship with Chris as the explanation but it could be something as simple as Dave being the kind of guy that he was. From what he'd observed of the man, Dave was not one to take injustice lightly, whether or not that injustice was directed towards him. There was a simple way to clear it all up... all he had to do was ask about Chris' comment and he'd have the answer. But he didn't want to blurt it out right now because that would be a sure indication that his dream had involved the Animal. A twinge in his ribs as he shifted made him hiss quietly. Whether or not he wanted to admit it, he needed to take something to dull the ache. Adam had been dead serious about not taking any more codeine-laced painkillers, but he was willing to take regular acetaminophen. Maybe if he could distract Chris with getting the medicine then the blond would forget all about asking any questions related to his nightmare. Yeah... right. Still it was worth a shot. "Do you..." His breath hitched slightly as another twinge wound through the injured area. "In the medicine cabinet... extra strength Tylenol... no codeine. Can you get some for me?" He winced as he shifted again. Looking into Chris' eyes, he was pretty sure that his distraction technique was doomed to failure... but a guy could always hope. **** "Sturdy? You mean the last one... ?" Oh lord. Still no gag in sight, Dave was considering the merits of asking Hunt if he had any duct tape... but not until Stephanie left the room because he could just imagine her reaction if he requested that particular item right now. He was well aware of the glow in her eyes as it was. Shawn's choked laughter didn't help matters at all. "Who broke it? Was it you? Hunter.... ?" Caught between groaning and laughing, Dave covered his face with his hands for a moment to hide the flush of his cheeks. Maybe Hunt would just kill him. That would solve his runaway mouth problems. Watching the smirk on Shawn's face grow even bigger, Dave thought maybe he needed some tape as well. Now there was an idea... nah, he wouldn't want to leave red marks on Shawn's flawless skin when he had to pull it off. "It was you! It was! It was! I can tell because you won't look me in the eye and that means you're hiding something." The laughter almost won out. Dave smothered it with one hand while admiring Steph's tenacity. The woman just wasn't budging despite Hunter's efforts. He hid a sigh of relief as Hunt finally got her moving once again. Smiling at the obvious affection between the two despite Hunt practically tossing her from the room, Dave's attention turned to Shawn as the blond answered Steph's question with a wink. He didn't really care if Shawn did share the details with the spunky brunette, as long as he wasn't anywhere in the vicinity at the time, although he could imagine the comments that she might make later. Feeling Shawn's arm wrap around him, Dave smiled. The warmth of Shawn's body snuggled against his own was comforting and Dave lapped up the attention like a cat with a bowl of cream. He wasn't sure if having Steph adopt him was a good thing, but he'd grow used to it in time and most likely settle into a bit of teasing of his own once he was more comfortable at bantering with his lover's wife. That still made him want to laugh. That urge died away as he felt Shawn's fingers running over his cheeks and became a distant memory as his lover uttered that "b" word again. Dave scowled and was going to explain his earlier thoughts concerning why he was not in any way, shape, or form beautiful, but Shawn cut him off neatly with his next words. "I wouldn't worry about the bed... we'll find a way to fit." Dave wasn't terribly worried with that to start with. If it came down to it, he'd be completely happy if one of them ended up sleeping on top of him. They would definitely "fit". The growl that'd been suppressed by Shawn's interruption rumbled lightly in his chest, but never fully developed thanks to Hunter. The picture of the man draped across the bed in question was a nicely distracting sight. "Whose idea was it to come to my place again?" Dave grinned at Shawn's reminder to their lover on exactly whose idea it had been. He'd have bet a hundred that Hunter wasn't regretting the idea nearly as much as his actions implied. As much as Hunter had been exasperated at his wife's questions, their affection for each other had shown through. If Hunter hadn't ended up being the focus of her prying, Hunt probably wouldn't have been in such a hurry to show her the door. Somehow Dave had the feeling that when the tables ended up turned on he or Shawn later, their lover wouldn't be in such a hurry to stifle her probing questions. He'd be laughing all the way... "Would you like to do it now?" Slightly startled, Dave's mouth dropped open as he wondered if he'd missed the leading part of that question. Do it? There were so many options to fill in the blank there. He could personally think of a few dozen ideas with no effort at all. Receiving his promised punishment and having hot sweaty sex were right there at the top of his list. Still... Dave had learned that it was best not to assume anything with his lithe blond lover. "I... uh... now?" That was as much as his overloaded brain could pull together at that moment. He could read the amusement in Shawn's eyes, but his lover was a sympathetic man apparently and clarified his question. "I meant, would you like to try out the bed... did you have something else in mind?" Mentally debating whether or not Hunt would try to interfere if he strangled their lover, Dave raised one brow at Shawn. Try out the bed, eh? That still left a lot of options open to his interpretation. He wasn't about to snap at the bait however. Shawn was obviously prodding him and Dave wasn't above prodding back. He knew what he was about to do would most likely provoke his lover to no end, but he was feeling rather playful at the moment anyway. "No... nothing specific. In fact that sounds like a wonderful idea," he said, a smile on his face as he took a step towards the bed. "Move over Hunt." Laying face down on his stomach, Dave cuddled up next to Hunter, his head pillowed on his arms. Enjoying the gentle press of his body against Hunt's from head to toe, even if it was what one would consider minimal contact, Dave closed his eyes and sighed quietly. "A nap sounds like just the thing right about now. Wake me just before it's time to eat, would you Shawn?" Keeping an easy smile on his face despite the urge to grin instead, Dave waited to see which one of them would pounce first. It was almost a given after all... he just wasn't sure whether Hunt or Shawn would be the quicker of the two. Hunt was right next to him, but Shawn definitely had the speed advantage. Either way, he would end up winning. **** Chris could never remember his dreams. Once or twice he'd woken up in the middle of the night, from a particularly delicious scenario involving him and Adam naked, in the middle of the ring, during the fireworks of Wrestlemania. Determined to remember every single moment the next day, he'd instantly fallen back to sleep, trying to recapture the wisps of sensation that had been curling through his subconscious. Unfortunately, when Chris next opened his eyes on a new day, he'd have lost it. Barely even able to recall that he'd even had a memorable dream let alone what it was about. The only up-side to his terrible dream-memory was that any horror filled slumber was also just as easily forgotten, never causing the shocky, strained feeling that seemed to be coursing through his lover's body. Whatever the hell Adam was going through obviously had technicolour and stadium surround sound, the man's pulse was racing and tiny beads of perspiration were beginning to form on his frowning brow. Chris almost tightened his hold, wanting to wrap himself around Adam and growl at the things making his darling hurt, but that would probably make it worse. If CJ's luck was really crappy, Adam was probably dreaming about being caught in a massive spider web or crushed by a python or something. Having his lover doing a cling-wrap impersonation mightn't be the best thing to wake up to. Still... Chris couldn't bring himself to let go completely. Adam needed him and murder would be necessary to get CJ to be parted from his lover at that moment. Keeping his hands loose and gently soothing, Chris sat back a little as Adam came fully awake, using the headboard to support his back, while his hip and leg hopefully made a better resting place than where-ever his lover's mind had been. Obviously he needn't have worried that Adam's dream was about being smothered. Strong arms pulled Chris down into a tight hug, before his lover sat back and conducted a quick and loving body check. Blinking slightly in confusion, Chris put his brain's apparent slowness down to his lack of sleep over the past four days and connected Adam's actions with the fierce worry on that handsome face. Ahhhh. Adam looked so... relieved. Like he hadn't imagined ever seeing CJ in one piece again. Chris guessed that if he had a dream about Adam in a car accident or something he'd be pretty fucking worried too. Thank god he'd never remember it. Knowing his insatiable curiosity couldn't be quelled by his willpower, CJ was about to ask what exactly had been done to his chest in Adam's dream when Adam spoke his own reassurances. "I'm okay..." Chris' sarcastic, mental 'sure you are' must have shown in his eyes, because Adam continued, "..really. You were right. It was just a bad dream... a terrible, horrible dream." It was so very, very wrong. Chris was obviously a bit twisted and needed his brain re-wired if he was feeling just that bit flattered from Adam's characterisation of a dream about CJ's chest not being as it should as 'terrible' and 'horrible'. Of course his lover didn't want him hurt. That was a given and the feeling was totally mutual. Just look at Chris' massive desire to find a nice deep hole for the Fuckhead to live in, to see his unhappiness with Adam being hurt. But... it was still nice to hear that Adam would be upset by it. Chris was getting pretty involved with calling himself all sorts of horrible names starting with arrogant, self-involved, twisted sicko and then continuing on alphabetically, when Adam moved in his lap and let out a tiny, mostly suppressed sound of pain. Dragging his head as firmly as possible from his own ass, Chris conducted a body scan of his own and saw clearly that not only had Adam's pained twisting exacerbated his damaged ribs, but that the pain-killer from this morning had most likely worn off. "Do you... medicine cabinet... Can you get some for me?" To say Chris was a little surprised that his stoic-in-the-face-of-agony boyfriend was actually asking for some medicine, would be a mild understatement. Either Adam was in extreme agony... which was likely given his interesting pallor and perfectly controlled breathing... or he was trying to distract Chris from something. Hmmm.... CJ settled on both answers being accurate and nodded peaceably into those lovely green eyes. "One minute, I promise. Count for me?" Getting out from under Adam while causing as little discomfort as possible. Chris quickly searched the bathroom cabinet and obediently looked away from any codeine products. If Adam was going to tell him anything, then slipping his lover some 'happy' drugs would do more harm then good. Being high might have the tendency to make Chris more honest and malleable, but Adam couldn't tell him about the dream if he was busy watching 'all the pretty sparkles". A glass of cool water and Chris was crawling back onto the bed just as his own internal count clicked over onto the fifty-three second mark. Watching the two green capsules swallowed and the tired sigh emanating from the love of his life, Chris felt a twinge of remorse over his previous selfish little thoughts. Crap. Adam was stressing himself out over Chris being hurt in some way and CJ took it as a boost to his ego. Not particularly proud of himself, Chris focused instead, on Adam's dream and why those eyes were looking at his lover's toes with such intensity. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chris reached out for Adam's hand, fingers twisting the sheet into knots. "Hey." Catching emerald eyes that looked huge in a pale, tired face, Chris squeezed gently. "What?" **** There really was nothing like the feeling of his own bed. The smell, that perfect comfort of the right mattress and god... thank every god of sleep in the world... the right length. Even in this position, with his head about a foot from the pillows, Hunter was fully stretched out and his feet didn't hang off the end! It was a luxury that no-one under six-four could ever appreciate, especially in winter when even the best hotels found him with his feet getting cold or his skull hitting the head-board. Hunt had no idea how Kevin and Mark could tolerate it, they never bitched or moaned that he'd ever heard but God! The very first thing he'd bought for this house had been his big, fancy, sickeningly expensive, custom-made bed. No way was the Girl getting rid of it. Besides, Hunter knew the dimensions... they'd all fit. Snugly. "I do believe it was yours." Hunter nodded his face into the quilt in silent guilty agreement. He loved Stephanie... he truly did and intended to keep every one of his vows to her. She could be the sweetest, kindest, most loveable women it had ever been his privilege to meet. He just also found himself Wanting. To. Kill. Her. With her own stiletto if necessary. Hunt knew he'd brought her teasing on himself and could blame no-one else for what was going to be her new hobby of crucifying him over his love-life. He'd given her shit about Megan for months and Steph was going to pay him back in spades. "Would you like to do it now?" Hunter turned his face towards his lovers at that question, then rolled over onto his back to better admire the expression on Dave's face. The big man seemed torn between grabbing Shawn in a totally cave-man like manner and sitting down suddenly from blood loss to the brain. Hunter had to admire Shawn for prompting that kind of response... he hadn't yet rendered his gorgeous David speechless yet... but he had hopes. "I... uh... now?" Hunter snickered and shifted himself closer to the edge of the bed, giving either of his sexy lovers enough room to join him if they so chose. Toeing off his shoes, Hunter lifted one knee and rested his chin in his hand as he enjoyed the by-play going on before him. Shawn had a nakedly teasing look in his eye and Hunter was hooked on the Heartbreaker when he was feeling 'dangerous'. "...like to try out the bed... did you have something else in mind?" Yup. Dangerous, teasing and so damn alluring Hunter's cock started to remind him of what they'd started in the limousine. What he'd started. What Shawn had taken and cranked up to a new level of 'maybe' and then climbed out of the car with a tantalising swing in his step. Hunt was beginning to suspect that locking the door to keep Steph out wasn't going to be the problem... he'd be lucky if any one them could even reach the door once Shawn got the reaction he wanted from Dave. "No... nothing specific. In fact that sounds like a wonderful idea... Move over Hunt." Shifting obediently, Hunter actually moved closer to Dave's intended resting place and happily draped his leg over the back of the dark man's knees, his free hand going to the back of Dave's belt and stroking the cotton tucked neatly into it. "Wake me just before it's time to eat, would you Shawn?" Christ! Both of them? Hunter bit firmly into the base of his palm to keep back his burst of hilarity at Dave's inviting words. Oh, Shawn would be waking 'someone' up if the look in dusky blue eyes that were far too pretty to be fair, was anything to go by. Getting a feeling akin to that of a spectator at a tennis match, Hunter winked at Shawn over Dave's back and raised an inviting eyebrow. Part of him... admittedly the part that was pressed snugly into Dave's hip... wanted to accept the challenge inherent in the big man's teasing, wanted to climb up onto Dave's back and bite the tip of the dragon's tail or just flip him over and lay claim to the inviting mouth issuing such challenges. But a small, powerful part of Hunter was still back in that limousine. Still mulling and thinking and wondering about other challenges Dave Batista had made that day and the ramifications for Hunt should he accept it. He was trying to get his head around exactly what his 'thing', problem, whatever the fuck it was and maybe pulling all his alpha-dog cred right now wasn't the wisest move to make. Dave would accept it, Hunter had no doubts there, the man was 'amazingly' actually in love with him and into anything Hunter wanted to do. Hunt was just trying to decide what 'exactly' that was. And Shawn was trying to make a point, trying to find out what Dave's deal was with the 'softly, softly' thing the big guy had going and Hunter was just as curious as to the outcome of the teasing as his Beloved was. So he didn't jump Dave, just tugged the man's shirt from his pants and started a slow, drifting caress cross the revealed area of satin skin, a caress that could go anywhere or no-where. It all depended on what Shawn would do next. to be continued...

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