"ITVR: Chapter 92"
Hushes.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a match to the wicked throbbing in his cock, as he waited on Hunter's answer. The prolonged silence except for the rasp of Hunter's breathing was almost enough to make him sweat, if he hadn't already worked one up when he had unleashed himself on Shawn. The answer he sought came in the form of a feather-soft kiss pressed against his lips and Dave immediately felt himself at once losing his anxiety and being riddled with excitement that he would finally know what it meant to be claimed by Hunter. The kiss that followed was a gentle if not a bolder statement of intent. When Hunter rose to his feet and started unbuttoning his shirt, Dave resisted the urge to help by ripping the thing open just to be done with it. He was hungry for the sight of the golden skin he knew was hidden beneath, even hungrier for the feeling of it pressed against his own. But he'd promised that Hunter would be in control for now and he was a man of his word. So he eased himself down onto the sheets simply admiring the span of skin on show and waiting for Hunter to make his move. Finally noticing that Hunt's move was taking him away from the bed and towards a door, Dave squashed the flare of panic that Hunter was fleeing to the bathroom. There had been a promise in the kisses that Hunt had bestowed on him and he knew that his lover intended to follow through on that promise. This would not end the way the encounter on the plane had with Hunt locking himself in the bathroom, he told himself firmly. But he sized up the door and wondered where he might find a screwdriver to remove the hinges, just in case... he was not willing to risk Steph's wrath by breaking the damn thing down. The warm body pressing against his back and the smooth glide of a hand over his abdomen pulled him away from any destructive thoughts and he accepted the reassurance that he knew was being offered. He reflected quietly on what had happened a few minutes earlier when he had lost all control with his lithe lover as he accepted the gentle loving caresses being bestowed on him. He knew that he hadn't hurt Shawn, the blond's reactions were proof that he'd completely enjoyed Dave's more animalistic side. That didn't mean that he would allow himself that freedom all of the time. A blowjob involving a little bit of teeth was a big difference from fucking someone raw... especially when that someone was already sore to start with. He hadn't had the pleasure yet of burying himself inside Shawn's body, but when he did, he was damn well going to make sure that Shawn was completely ready for him, even if he did have to hold him down to take care of stretching him properly. The soft kiss at the back of his neck made him smile and the slow drift of his lover's hand over his chest gave him something else to think about besides the need running rampant through his body. Not that anyone would be able to tell the difference by looking at him because he was still hard as a rock. Leaning back against Shawn's chest, he closed his eyes. He felt an urge to tell Shawn again how much this meant to him, how much he meant to him, but he really didn't want to make his lover uncomfortable or ruin the moment. So he let his hand slip back to stroke the soft skin of Shawn's thigh, hoping his lover would pick up on the emotions without the words. The soft rustle of clothing being removed announced Hunt's return. Dave lingered for a moment with his eyes closed listening to the sounds of Hunt undressing. He certainly recognized the quiet slide of a leather belt being pulled from a pair of slacks and he smiled easily with the soft clink of the buckle as it hit the carpet. Opening his eyes to half-mast, he let them roam freely over the smooth skin that he was desperate to feel pressed against his own, even if there was less of it to roam over than he'd expected since his lover was still wearing his pants. He was a patient guy... he could wait. As long as the damn things came off in the next five minutes. Dave might have laughed at himself for the contradictory statements in his head if he hadn't suddenly found himself nose to nose with the man in question. His own fire banked to a reasonable level by Shawn's gentle caresses, he took a moment to stare quietly into Hunt's eyes reading the desire within the hazel depths. Rolling easily onto his back at the prompt from his lover, he felt a certain thrill at being confined by the man, his head bracketed by strong arms, even if it was only a temporary condition and one he knew he could easily break free from. With the slick slide of a wet tongue over his lower lip, he felt the first hammerings of his raging need begging to be set free. "...love touching you David. Wanted to, thought about it all the time..." And he loved being touched by Hunter... had wanted to do touching of his own as well. He bit his lip gently as he thought about times he'd been almost scared to walk into their locker room for fear of finding Hunter half dressed and not being able to stop himself from wanting to touch the man's warm silky skin. How many times had he wanted to beg off working in the ring with Hunt because he had worried Hunter would touch him innocently and he'd respond? And now he had that... Hunt touching him... only not quite so innocently. And god how he yearned for more... "...I could never give it up once I... I want you so much, want to do everything you're asking of me. Heart, soul, body... I want it all to be mine.... " He knew... he knew exactly what Hunter meant. He could never give this up now... it would kill him if he ever had to let either of his two lovers go. The last gentle words washing against his neck stirred feelings so deep within him that it almost scared him... the strength of his need for Hunter to claim him fully, take all of him. But it was what he wanted, desperately, to belong in every way to this man pinning him to the bed. Already perilously close to the point of begging the blond to hurry, he wasn't sure how he restrained himself from doing so for the next few minutes. Dave could do slow and gentle with the best of them, actually loved doing so, but with the need already raging inside him, Hunt's slow and gentle tactics were quite frankly driving him insane. Each touch, each kiss sent a burning spike of fire straight to his cock and he had to stop himself from flipping Hunter onto his back and easing that ache himself. This was Hunter's show... it's what he'd promised... and he'd restrain himself even if the animal inside him was begging to be set free. If Hunt didn't put a move on things, he might even start speaking in gibberish, but he would not take the control from his lover. He almost reneged on that thought as Hunt rolled between his thighs, the craving to have Hunt inside him was so strong that he was once again imagining ripping off those damn slacks and lowering himself onto the hard length he could feel through the soft material. When Hunt lifted his hips, he wanted to cheer, relishing the slide of his lover's hands over his tender flesh. His ass ached from the spanking, but in a very good way, and the gentle brush of Hunter's fingers only increased the burn. Keeping his eyes locked with Hunt's through the exploration, he knew Hunt could see everything he was feeling clearly in their depths, wanted Hunt to know. As Hunter's fingers slipped between his tingling cheeks to brush the even more sensitive skin found there, he clamped his teeth tightly on a fierce growl of need and it damn near came out as a whimper instead. He wasn't sure he'd ever in his life made such a needy sound but it seemed to prod Hunter into doing something... finally! Hunter's quick parting with his pants had him thanking every god he could think of and he licked his bottom lip slowly, anticipating the moment when Hunt would finally be inside him. Oh for the love of... Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down as he watched Hunt slick his fingers. He knew that even if he begged, Hunt wouldn't forgo the stretching process with the whole gently-gently thing he had going on so he resigned himself to suffering through the necessary evil. 'The noise' as he was now calling it, fell from his lips once again as Hunt parted his cheeks and slipped one finger inside him. It sounded needy and desperate, but he honestly didn't care because that's exactly what he was at that moment. Luckily a second finger quickly joined the first without him having to beg for it and Dave managed not to thrust his ass too harshly into the probing digits. Hearing Hunt's call to their lover, he knew what Hunt was asking for and internally begged Shawn to hurry with his task. Feeling the brush of Shawn's hand across his skin as he reached for Hunter's straining cock, Dave shuddered with his need. As Hunter's hard body finally settled on top of him, he could have sworn that he stopped breathing for a moment. He could read the question in Hunter's eyes and dared him with his own to actually ask it... because if he did ask such a silly question, all bets were going to be off. Dave had been ready for this moment for what seemed like forever... he'd been ready as soon as Hunt had crawled back onto the bed... at this point he was so beyond ready that he couldn't wait another ten seconds, let alone long enough for Hunt to ask that question. Luckily Hunt didn't make that mistake... nor did he make him wait. With one smooth shift of his lover's hips, he had what he'd been aching for... Hunt's solid length buried to the hilt inside him, stretching him, claiming him. The moment was so overwhelming that his eyes slipped shut of their own accord. He was sure this moment was as close to heaven as he'd find here on earth. His eyes snapped back open with the slow pull of Hunter's shaft sliding backwards and he was helpless to stop himself from lifting himself into the next forward thrust... and the next... and the next. His body's craving was so strong for the feeling of completeness he felt with Hunt embedded inside him that his movements were almost violent in the quest to experience that moment over and over again. Only with Shawn had he ever felt this way before and now with Hunter... his two perfect loves. His eyes searched desperately for those of his second lover, needing for just a moment to let him know how he was feeling, hoping that he conveyed it in brief seconds of contact. And then he was swept back into the moment by another sure thrust and twist of hips. His hands clenched tightly onto the sheets beneath him as he lunged fiercely into Hunter's driving thrusts. He wanted to beg Hunt to touch his weeping swollen sex, but his mouth couldn't find the words and it proved unnecessary. Without him having to verbalize it, Hunt must have read the need in his eyes and a strong hand wrapped around his throbbing length. Feeling his muscles clench tightly throughout his body, he knew that it was all over for him and as he hit the crest of bliss, he finally managed to force one word from parched lips... the giver of that bliss... Hunter. His back arched so sharply that he was sure it was going to snap, but he didn't care because he finally had what he'd needed... what he'd craved. That feeling was cemented a moment later when he heard Hunter's shout. He lifted his eyes wanting to watch Hunt's face as he reached his release and god it was beautiful. That beloved face contorted in pleasure as Dave felt Hunter's seed flooding into him filled him with such emotion that he had to close his eyes for a moment. As his lover collapsed against him, he lifted one hand and gently ran it through sweaty blond strands, using the time to collect his own ragged breathing. The moment he could draw a normal breath, he spoke his thoughts in a whisper so quiet he wasn't sure it would be heard. And even if they heard, he wasn't sure they would understand... but he needed to say it. "It is all yours Hunt... both of yours." **** He dared a look from beneath his lashes after a moment of silence... just so he could be sure he wasn't about to get smacked in the head. Noting the amusement in Chris' smile, he relaxed. "No closer than to say �hi� to and to try and steal the good couches in �Evo�s� dressing room from." He hadn't been in on that particular endeavor. He'd have to get the details later. And he felt relief that Chris and Dave apparently weren't close, but at the same time he felt like a shit for having even asked. "I�ve never slept with him or even really thought about it..." That was good to hear... but he still felt like a shit. "Though now you�ve put the idea in my head�." His eyes narrowed slightly and if he weren't still sore he probably would have smacked his lover in the head. But since he was sore, he just grinned when Chris ducked to avoid the swing he didn�t plan on taking. "In the hospital I was just repeating what he�d said in the hallway after the Fuckhead attacked you..." Now that was something he hadn't known. He'd overheard someone talking about the number that Chris had done on Terry's fingers, but he hadn't heard a word about what else might have happened or who else had been there. In fact, he couldn�t really remember a thing from the point when he'd hit the wall except for the worry he'd felt for Chris. And since Chris had been okay except for the injury to his hand, he hadn't asked for the details. And what Dave had said to Chris just backed up his theory that Dave was one of those naturally nice guys. And he was also obviously involved with Hunter and Shawn, which made his dream seem that much sillier. Which meant he owed the man a huge thank you for helping with 'The Incident'. He'd definitely be asking for more details later, just in case he owed anyone else thanks as well, but for now... Chris was looking really tired from what he could see. His lover hadn't gotten much sleep last night in between having to wake him up and he probably hadn't been sleeping for long or at all when he had had to wake him from his dream. Grabbing Chris' arm, he tugged him down onto the mattress and wrapped himself around his lover, laying his head against his chest. The steady beat of Chris' heart was calming, helping him past that little bit of worry lingering from his dream. "I'm an idiot. Not that you didn't know that already," he said, grinning as he used his fingers to draw doodles over his temporary pillow. "I had no clue that Dave was even around after 'the Incident'... actually... I don't remember anything concrete from after I hit the wall until Sandburg started prodding at me. I want details later, but for now you, my love, need some rest." He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, but he was content to cuddle with Chris until his lover fell asleep... and then he'd go whip up something to stick in the oven for dinner. They had to eat at some point, right? And he had no clue about whether or not the blond god he was using as his own personal cushion could cook. **** Sighing softly at the light caress to his thigh, Shawn decided that although he was far from being done with his "push Dave's buttons until he snaps" project, he was more than looking forward to being held down and tortured by long, slow caresses from the fingers currently touching him. All that power and strength, wrapped up in such amazing control and gentleness... Regardless of his own issues, he suspected that he'd been exaggerating the day before when he'd said that he was "heading down that path" of feeling more than just friendship for Dave. Not that those feelings weren't there... no, he was beginning to think that he'd exaggerated just how long that emotional turn would take. For the first time in the last two days, that thought wasn't painful. That didn't mean it wasn't frightening... but the sharp knife-edge of fear was blunted. Sliding out of the way as Hunter returned, Shawn positioned himself beside his lovers, out of their way but close enough to touch. More than close enough to watch every move Hunter made, drinking in the sight and sounds of the two gorgeous men making love. Too close to escape sucking in a sharp breath at the indescribable noise Dave made at Hunter's touch, or to avoid his heart beating faster as he watched Hunter's fingers slip inside Dave, remembering how their lover felt from the night before. The sight of the two of them naked, wrapped around each other... Shawn bit his lip to keep back his own noise, not wanting to distract either of them. "Shawn... ?" While that quiet syllable was still hanging in the air, Shawn had the lube in his hands and was squeezing some out, warming it before leaning across them, feeling Dave shudder beneath him, his fingers wrapping around Hunter's straining length with a light touch. God. Just touching Hunt like this was enough to make him shiver, his eyes drinking in every nuance of Hunter's expression as he prepared him. Pulling away long enough to close the tube and wipe his hand on his ruined shirt, he was inevitably drawn back to the pair as Hunter moved, the sight of his lovers joined, making love, one of the most beautiful he'd ever�seen. Unable to keep from touching, his hand drifted across Hunter's straining back as he watched them, his eyes fastening on Dave's face. Almost aching to kiss the sweat from his face, Shawn was caught by the unexpected gaze of dark eyes meeting his, conveying... something. Something so intense, so perfect... Shawn's heart caught at the absolute love he could read in Dave's eyes, not quite sure what was written on his own face. Only when that gaze shifted to meet the burning whiskey of Hunter's eyes did Shawn blink, feeling strangely comforted by the instant of contact.� His eyes following the lines of their bodies, the urgency driving them ever faster, harder, together, Shawn drank it in, the hot musky smell and sounds of sex almost like a drug, making him crave more of it. He could see their climaxes approaching, feel it in the bunched muscles under his hand, and as Dave's body arched into Hunter's, their near-simultaneous cries echoing through the room, Shawn knew that he could never, ever, give this up. If something ever happened to them, ever split them apart, it would kill him. "It is all yours Hunt... both of yours." The�hoarse whisper was barely audible, but to Shawn it was nearly a shout. There was no way to ignore the emotion resonating in those quiet words, and he wasn't even going to try. Resting on his elbow, he reached with gentle fingers to caress Dave's face, fingertips running across the chiseled cheeks before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Dave's lips. Not quite able to bring himself to respond verbally, he let his smile speak for him, allowed the warm happiness that was filling him to show in his eyes. Turning to Hunter, he bestowed another kiss on him, then pushed himself up. Since he was the only one capable of moving this time, it was his turn to take care of things. The thought made his smile widen slightly as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone to take care of. Quickly cleaning himself up, he returned to his lovers with a warm damp washcloth in hand, only to stop at the side of the bed. While he'd been gone for those brief moments, his lovers had shifted, tangling around each other in an enticing sprawl of limbs and mouth-watering skin. What he wouldn't give for a camera right this second, to make the image permanent... Catching sight of Hunter's knowing smile, Shawn shrugged a little in response. So what if he was easy to read? It wasn't a bad thought, after all. Kneeling next to them on the bed, he cleaned them off before tossing the cloth to the floor and reclining beside them. Drinking in the sight in front of him, he couldn't stop smiling. Resting one hand on Hunter's shoulder, he allowed his head to drop back against the pillows, only shifting slightly with a quiet wince as his aches acted up again. Dammit. Next time he'd have to be more patient... but the end result the night before had been more than worth it. **** Jeff slowly picked at the seam running down the inside of his brother�s cotton pillow. Maybe it was just the haze-drenched memories of childhood, but Matt�s bed had always been more comfortable than Jeff�s. More often than not the older Hardy would find himself with an intrusive companion at three a.m. on long ago school nights, a smaller body that snuggled into his back like a determined cat. Of course Matt would mostly punch his arm until he left for his own room, but on some nights, on those bad nights, Matt would let him stay. Jeff stopped teasing at the carefully stitched thread and incrementally pressed his fingertips into the soft foam within the white case. Watching the cushion depress around all five digits, he drew back, then pressed in again. He�d been home for nearly two hours. The surprisingly joyful response of his grandmother to news of his contract, an indication of her true feelings on the subject of his absence from the WWE. Elli Hardy had been carefully circumspect with her opinion on grandson�s career choices, but Jeff always suspected the lovely green-eyed woman had known more about the circumstances of Jeff�s �contract release� than she�d let on. Still, seeing her wave the paperwork over her head like a trophy and yelling for his father in a voice that could probably be heard down the block, warmed Jeff in a way that he hadn�t felt in years. Even if he�d had to bite his lip when she�d exclaimed, �I knew that Vince wasn�t as stupid as he looked on T.V.� Now, Jeff sat at the head of his brother�s� softer � it was!... bed and played with the pillow he was hugging across his middle while waiting for Matt�s verdict. The darker man was lying with his back on the floor beside the bed, surgically wounded knee resting on a padded chair. Both boys were a little stunned at the amount of furniture their paternal grandmother had managed to drag out of her attic when news of Matt�s desire to convalesce at home filtered through. Eleanor Hardy nee Readman, had managed the three Hardy males of the household since the death of her beloved daughter-in-law when her baby grandson was only nine years old. After several years of watching them doing heartbreakingly dangerous things on television, she was reveling in the prospect of having one, if not both, home to Carolina and under her watchful eye. So... the pink gingham padded chair in Matt�s room and an amazing smell of lamb now emanating from the kitchen, were the only witnesses to Jeff�s discussion with his sibling. He�d confessed all, not in explicit detail or anything, but the important stuff was now known to Matthew Hardy and Jeff was gonna smother his brother with the damn pillow in a minute if the guy didn�t say something soon� �I�m not surprised.� Jeff�s fingers clenched in the pillow. �Which bit?� Because, hey, there was a lot of shit for Matt to be surprised about. Jeff actually getting the contract, Mark�s intervention, Richard trying it on in the hallway and the Big One, with obvious capitals� Jeff stumbling into a relationship with Mark Calloway a.k.a. The Undertaker. �You �n Mark. Although Mentrez being a fucker wouldn�t surprise his mother I�m guessin�.� Leaning forward, Jeff could look down into Matt�s midnight eyes and saw the wry amusement and yeah� lack of shock, in them easily. Smiling up at him, Matt continued. �Oh c�mon! You think I�m gonna rant and stomp around because you finally stopped thinking you could only pull a loser like the last one and actually had the balls to fuck someone with, I dunno� a moral code?� Ouch. Jeff winced at the piercingly accurate description of his relationships but took the compliment lying under it to heart. Tipping forward, Jeff squished the pillow under him and tried to work out how to give his brother the credit he was probably due. Matt had lectured himself hoarse trying to convince Jeff he was better than the guys he normally dated, so he deserved to crow a little. A little. � �Cos I tell you, I not gonna be stompin� anywhere with this thing on me, � a tap at the heavily bandaged limb raised almost to the height of the bed. �So yeah� Mark�s from work, s�fine. Ames and me were working together for months before we started sleepin� together, it doesn�t make a difference as far as I can see.� Jeff wasn�t even going to think of commenting on the problems that were beginning to start in that relationship, this was his love-life they were dissecting after all. �Mark won�t� he�d end it before he�d let it interfere with our careers I think.� It was true� maybe. While Jeff might be the kind of guy to throw his career away for love, he knew Mark wouldn�t, and he�d be right. Not being what he was, a wrestler who danced off ladders for the screaming of thousands, he wouldn�t be Jeff. �I meant it isn�t a surprise to me that Mark was the one you picked. If I wasn�t a lover of women my boy�� oh god, Casanova was in the house, ��then even my selective eye could be caught by that six-ten of brooding mystery.� �Picked? Don�t be an idiot Matt-hew,� the use of his brother�s full name, with the emphasis on the last syllable guaranteed to get a reaction. �It was almost an accident I even ran into him. It�s not like they�re waiting in line for me or anything.� But the reaction he got wasn�t a smack upside the head or a painful pinch on his arm. Instead he heard a burst of hysterical laughter the likes of which he hadn�t heard in many pain-filled months. �Because yeah, no-one backstage wants to get in Jeff�s Hardy�s pants?� Black eyes widened at Jeff�s clueless expression. �Oh you have got to be shitting me?� Matt sat up, resting his weight behind him on his elbows. �I had to put off enough offers for your ass in the first years that I started to feel like your pimp or something. And that� that�was before word got around that you liked cock.� Jeff shook his head at Matt�s blatant exaggeration. He�d had a couple of offers during their beginning years in the WWE, but most of the eligible bachelors, and even those that weren�t eligible, thought he was too much a freak to take seriously as a potential mate. �It�s true!� �Bullshit.� �Your skinny ass was the number one most wanted.� ��Cos Trish and the girls are such dogs!� �Apparently you�re prettier.� �Keep speaking please, I�ve never had a tongue as an earring before.� �Rumor is you give better blow jobs.� �Shut up or die.� **** "Besides, you know how you like sneaking out to grab the leftovers for a midnight snack." His lips curling at the gentle dig, Kevin simply shook his head and watched Scott dish up his food, shaking his head slightly at the sight. Only Scott would eat fresh Mexican food naked. Of course, it was at least partially just to tease him. Watching as Scott arranged himself on the couch before casting an inviting look at him, he could feel all the love he held for the man welling up inside him again. There had been times---more than he could count, or cared to---that he had been sure they were done, over, ended... times he'd been afraid he'd have to bury the man he loved. But now... Picking up his own plate and filling it with selections from each dish, he settled next to his lover, not able to resist reaching out and running his fingers through a loose curl of hair before tucking it behind Scott's ear. Things had never been like this before. Even at their most comfortable, most relaxed, there had been an underlying current between them, always unspoken and never admitted. The only even slightly happy moment Kevin had had after Scott moved his things out of the house was the day he'd unlocked the liquor cabinet and poured every single bottle down the kitchen sink. He'd ended that evening wrapped around Scott's pillow on their bed, pretending that the blurriness in his eyes was from sleep, even though he'd stared into the darkness until the glow of the sun rising had penetrated through the curtains. Sitting here on the overstuffed, oversized couch beside Scott, eating Estela's food and half-watching Young Guns as it played on the television, smiling as Scott critiqued each actor's assets, Kevin discovered that he couldn't remember being happier. Playing along as Scott offered him little bites, he took advantage of each offer to make a mess, often missing most of the food as it fell onto Scott's fingers, or knee, or thigh... which of course he just had to clean up, didn't he? Just because he chose to use his tongue rather than a napkin didn't mean anything... although it did seem to provoke very nice reactions in his lover. After one particularly delicious squirm, he raised his head and smiled up at Scott, his plate having long since been placed back on the table, one hand at Scott's hip and the other draped over a bare knee. "Good dinner... don't you think so, Bad Guy?" Another lick across a sensitive patch of skin and he made a noise low in his throat. "For some reason, though... I'm looking forward to dessert." **** Hunter's formidable nose was buried in the sweet arch of skin between Dave's neck and shoulder when he came back to his senses. The delicious scent of musk, sweat and his lover a blissful aftermath to their love-making and something Hunter was inclined to savour. He could hear their heartbeats slowly begin to settle from the wild charge of adrenalin, the tension draining away and smothering Hunt with languid, relaxed fingers. Not that his lover was the softest of mattresses to be resting on. On the contrary a less soft and cushiony surface had been yet to be invented. Still, Hunter would be quite happy to spend as much time as possible reclining right here, breathing in and just... being. Particularly as no mattress ever ran large hands across his back and through his hair with such affection. Dave could also be trying to politely remove a mouthful of Hunter's hair. Hunt leaned back just enough so that he could look down into that exotic face, their bodies still joined, hearts pressed together. "Mine?" Hunter murmured softly, whispering against Dave's jaw. They had been words, a promise that still echoed in Hunter's soul like delicate chimes, such a beautiful gift, from a beautiful man. "I own all of you? Seems only fair as you've�possessed my attention and my heart for months now my Love. I know I've things left to give you... important things, I won't joke about that... but the rest... well... that's been in your keeping for a long time now. Yours and Shawn's." Soft kisses along that tempting jaw, before capturing Dave's mouth again. Lips tasting, lazy and soft, no urgency to their movements. Lifting himself up further onto his forearms, Hunter�couldn't stop a small, unhappy moan as his length�was released from its warm, snug prison. 'Sorry buddy', Hunter apologized, 'but we'll need some funky pills to get back into it that quickly'. Although the sight of a well-fucked Dave Batista lying beneath him put paid to that regret. Equally arousing when side by side�with a well-ravished HBK... Who was walking away towards the bathroom, bare-ass naked and so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him. Even knowing, from the sound of water running, that Shawn was only moments away, Hunter felt bereft. Over the last few days, he'd become so accustomed to their constant presence that if either Dave or Shawn were out of his sight, Hunter wanted to go looking for them. It was maybe part of that 'control' thing he had going on, but Hunt liked to think that maybe it was from need to be around his lovers, to reassure himself that yes, they loved him and yes, were still right here and weren't about to change their minds. Normally he and Shawn would be ready to throttle each other after too many days of each others uninterrupted company, but now Hunter had no such inclination. Maybe there was a�reason their peevishness no longer existed, like say... unrequited, frustrated UST. Because after last night and today... frustration was something Hunter wasn't in any danger of suffering from. Looking back down into deep, chocolate eyes filled with a myriad of feelings�he couldn't hope to untangle, Hunter�just admired his lover for long moments.�Dave's expressive gaze said so much, but Hunter was still a novice when it came to learning the language of his lover. He longed to be able to read that face and body as clearly as he did Shawn's, but right now Dave was still a mystery, Hunter having to trust the other man's words and his own instincts when it came to their relationship. With a basic twist that Dave could counter in his sleep, Hunter rolled them so that he was now pressed back into his plush linens. They shifted until limbs were aligned comfortably, bodies relaxed, hands lazy. Hunter took in a deep breath and released it in a long, satisfied sigh. The sensation of Dave's weight upon him wasn't unusual, but Hunter considered the context of it for some�point in the future. He knew he could move away easily if he wanted so there was no sign of his control panic,�thus Hunter went a little further, dropping his hands from Dave's shoulders to the bed, body going boneless and submissive. He doubted Dave knew what he was doing, but Hunter needed to see where his limits were and now seemed a good time to experiment. Dave's�strong thighs bracketing his, broad shoulders exuding raw power even at rest, Hunt gave himself over to the glorious body that was most likely stronger than his. Hunter's lids dropped to half-mast as he let his brain drift away from his thoughts. He didn't need to ring anyone, there were no people crying for his attention and no problems to settle. Hunter�shut off�ideas about the future, let go of�his complex plans and precise management of the world around him. He didn't have to do anything. This wasn't a battle. Dave wasn't his opponent. He didn't have to win. Four, long heartbeats. The sound of the door had Hunter's eyes opening, his body returning to its normal, pre-Zen state. The smile Shawn bestowed on them from the doorway was beautiful and Hunter could imagine the image they presented just from the warmth in his friend's eyes. He and Dave, naked limbs, loosely entangled, without even a sheet to cover them, unnecessary even in the climate controlled perfection of his ridiculously expensive home.�The dusky blue eyes took on a naughty glint and Hunter could practically see the images forming in his best friend's mind, a photo album of he and Dave, one that would never see daylight if Hunter had any say in the matter. Unrepentant even under Hunter's knowing look, Shawn joined them on the bed, indulging them in a cool, slow wipe down, then snuggling into Hunter's side. One long-fingered hand tracing shapes on Dave's shoulder, their breathing calm and relaxed. Hunter knew he was a lucky man. With perfect timing, Shawn's pants started ringing. **** Glaring at the recalcitrant pipe three inches above his face, Mark was just about ready to give up and call the plumber in the morning. It was just a leak, just needing the replacement of a part that he'd bought months ago in expectation of having the spare half-hour needed to fix it any day now. Just his luck, of course, that that half-hour had failed to appear once Paul E. got his hooks into creative for Smackdown and embarked on the ridiculous storyline that he was now saddled with. Hopefully that would be over soon, but he wasn't going to hold his breath waiting for it. This should be such an easy thing to do. Why was it turning into such a hellishly painful process? And "painful" was more literal than he'd like it to be, having not only half-stripped a piece as he tried to loosen it, but managing somewhere along the way to bruise his forearm as the damned thing finally came off with unexpected ease, sending his hand flying backward and straight into the side of the cabinet door. As if the thought had reminded his arm of the colourful spot, it started throbbing. For Christ's sake... his back was already sore from the half-draped, half-prone position he'd been forced to assume to get at the pipes in the first place. He didn't need this. One last curse, and he dropped the wrench in the cabinet as he pushed himself forward and out of the darkened space, sitting up and stretching his back with relief. The water was off to the sink, he didn't use this bathroom normally anyway, and it could damned well wait until tomorrow. Maybe then thoughts of wide green eyes and full lips and pale skin wouldn't be so distracting... if Jeff showed up. Dammit. Sighing, Mark forced himself to his feet, wincing slightly at the expected protest from his knee, and turned the light off as he left the room. Jeff had been so sure that he'd be there the next day at some unspecified time, but Mark wasn't willing to bet on that. Not that he expected Jeff to flake out, but he was aware of how demanding family could be, and as close as Jeff was to his family, they surely wouldn't want him to leave again right after coming home. He would see Jeff before the pay-per-view, that much he was sure of. Maybe by the time he saw him again, he would've sorted out how he felt about the man. Entering the kitchen so that he could find the phone number of the grocery store that had agreed to deliver to his house at odd hours, he shook his head at himself. There wasn't really much "sorting out" to do, though, was there? He knew how he felt about Jeff. He'd known for the last two years. That was the frightening thing, the thing that scared him stiff. He'd known Shawn for some time when they'd begun their relationship, and it had been an easy, mutual thing. There had been no need for fear or denial... until he'd found out, too late of course, the truth about Shawn's feelings. Then it had been far too late... but this situation was nothing like that one. Jeff had been incredibly upfront and honest with him this morning, even if the conversation had been almost like peeling off layers of skin. So why was he so reluctant to face his feelings for the man? Leaning on the counter as he dialed the store's number on the kitchen cordless, he greeted Anne, the assistant manager he ended up dealing with more often than not, and placed an order, expanded a bit from his normal "home after two months" basics to accommodate what he knew of Jeff's tastes. A few moments of brief yet friendly chat later, he was staring at the phone in his hands. He was scared. That left a bad taste in his mouth, but it was true... and it was as good a place to start as any. While he'd loved Shawn deeply, had at one point planned on spending the rest of his life with the man, it hadn't worked out that way. Now that Shawn was finally happy, Mark was pleased... but the damage that had been wrought at the emotionally violent ending of their relationship obviously hadn't healed. Not if he was still hiding from himself... still afraid to love again. The fear of being so deeply hurt again was something he'd never looked at before, mostly out of the simple fact that he hadn't expected to ever fall in love again. But he had. Exhaling in a long, shaky breath, Mark tried to wrap his head around that thought. Somehow, somewhere, he'd managed to fall in love with someone that he barely knew, hadn't seen for well over a year, and had only really worked with once. And, he realised with sudden frustrated humour, someone who he couldn't even call to make sure that his flight had landed safely... because he didn't have Jeff's phone number. That might be a good thing. His new self-knowledge wasn't really something he was ready to share just yet. Admitting his feelings to himself and handing his heart to someone else with the power to rip it apart were two completely different things. Even though there was a voice in the back of his head that was insisting that Jeff would never do such a thing, he'd been at one time sure that Shawn wouldn't, either... and Jeff had told him that he'd hurt him. Not on purpose, but... Damn it. Dialing a number that he still knew by heart, Mark tried to tell himself that he'd keep it short and just get Jeff's number... but he knew that he wasn't about to get off that lightly. **** "...but for now you, my love, need some rest." Chris hadn't been planning to sleep, only to doze a bit while Adam caught up on some much needed rest, but the cool delight of Adam's bed and even more delightful warmth of Adam was slowly working it's magic on him. The light breeze coming from the gently blowing air conditioner, thank you Miss Jessica, was enough to keep away the stifling heat from outside without chilling them to the bone. Chris wouldn't deny he was a sensualist. Sound, touch, taste... it was good as long as it made him feel something pleasant or made him sit up and take notice. Right now, sitting up was the last thing on his mind. Clean, bathed skin felt like silk under his hands, CJ's own hair had completely dried and for the first time since they'd left for the plane, wasn't clinging to his neck in blond tendrils from the heat. His beautiful, sexy Adam was in his arms, and the dreamless golden haze of sleep was coming up on him. He was asleep in five minutes. ---- Keeping his eyes shut, Chris came completely awake, ears almost twitching as he listened for clues to his whereabouts. The soft hum of the air conditioner, a dog barking beyond the window and the smell of something delicious just out of his range. Somewhere in the house the news was on, a low murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional chorus of theme music. Burying his face back into his pillow, Chris toyed with various ways to kick Adam's ass for getting up and ordering food, but resolved that on the scale of 'Brain-dead things to do when you're damaged', ordering take-out wasn't one of them. So no ass-kicking in the future, but maybe some ass-grabbing or even... more fun for everyone... ass-kissing. Dwelling momentarily on the cuteness of his lover's butt, particularly in tight leather pants, CJ forced one eye open and located the bed-side clock. It wasn't that late really. Long, Florida summer days with lazy, sun-soaked evenings were one of the many reasons he'd adopted this state as his home away from home. But it was past seven and Chris stomach made its presence known, the smell of food becoming something that moved beyond tempting and into hungry territory. Rolling from the bed, Chris spotted his jeans and pulled them on haphazardly, not fully alert yet and really not caring. Heading down stairs, Chris heard the excited barking of the nearby dog turn to fawning whimpers and remembered Valentino and the Doberman. Ignoring the tantalizing lure of Adam in the kitchen with take-out, Chris redirected to the pool area to retrieve his wayward feline. Not surprisingly Valentino was perched on the back of a high deck-chair, tailed curled neatly around his paws while he stared holes through the larger beast ogling him through the glass pane. What was more surprising was the ferocious beast... beautiful pure-blood by the look of him... was leaning up against the glass like Valentino was its one true love.�CJ's quick lean to the side revealed the canine was a young lady, but inter-species true love seemed beyond Valentino right now, as the nonplussed cat tried to determine why the great mutt wasn't trying to bite his face off. Lips twitching, Chris thought that really, a big dog like that lolling on its back with all four legs in the air, shouldn't be cute, but it was. He'd never seen Valentino so disconcerted by another animal before, they normally ran away or tried to kill him... they never wanted to make friends. Chris just had to get the name of that dog's owner. The burble of the pool filter stole his attention and Chris looked longingly at the crystal clear water, just begging to be swum in. A few laps wouldn't hurt and he could re-heat the take-out when he was finished. Just a few laps. Dropping his jeans onto the pool deck, Chris dove into the water and began to swim with a neat, economical motion, laughing to himself as he imagined Valentino trying to dodge the spray of water droplets. Cool, wet surrounded Chris as he felt muscles stretch and loosen up for the first time since yesterday in the gym. Swim, food, Adam. It was good to be alive. **** They were finally home and he was bound and determined that he was going to find out what the hell was going on with his lover. Glen had thought after Sean's interactions with Kevin and Scott that the dark-haired man was going to start acting 'normal'. Or normal for Sean in any case. But that hadn't happened. As soon as they'd left the restaurant, his lover seemed to have dropped back into quiet non-instigational mode. Now if they'd been home when the sudden mood change took place, Glen wouldn't have thought twice about it. Despite the way that Sean acted in front of others, he did act differently at home... as long as they didn't have company. He would have deeply contemplative and quiet moments from time to time and he managed to sit still for more than five minutes without causing true alarm. The 'public' persona of Sean Waltman was another story. Sean rarely sat still on any flight, private or commercial. And while Glen obviously hadn't been expecting a repeat of what had occurred on the flight to Uniondale, it was almost unheard of for Sean not to at least flirt with or tease the flight crew. Since Glen was secure in Sean's affections, he never took issue with his lover's way of passing time on long flights. It was just Sean's nature. The fact that Sean had spent the entire flight calmly looking out the window had Glen completely baffled. His polite manner of declining any refreshment on the flight was more suited to Glen's style and honestly... it just wasn't Sean. Sean would normally suck down three sodas with extremely high caffeine content at a minimum during anything longer than the drive from a hotel to an arena. That he hadn't even snuck a sip of the pop that Glen had taken himself, just in case Sean changed his mind, hadn't made him feel any better. The drive from the airport had been quiet as well, only the hum of the radio breaking the silence. Now they were pulling into the drive and Glen just couldn't take it anymore. Instead of running in the door to check their messages straight off, Sean actually stopped and grabbed his own bags to carry in. They stopped at the foot of the stairs to leave their bags to sort out later for things that needed washed and Sean was turning towards the living room when Glen finally acted. Gently grabbing his arm, he turned his lover back to face him and promptly picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. "What the fu... ? Glen, what are you... oomph." Glen remained silent until they made it to the kitchen where he placed his lithe lover on top of the island counter. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest and stared at Sean for a silent moment. "Ohhh... kinky, babe. Don't you think we'd be more comfortable upsta..." "What the hell is wrong with you?" He hadn't meant for it to come out in a near shout or let his exasperation show, but it had. "You've been acting weird all day. At first I thought it was because of Mark, but you settled things at lunch and you're still not acting like you. You said you aren't sick so I'd like to know when I'm getting my Sean back and you're not moving from that spot until you tell me or I see him." His lover was staring at him wide-eyed, his mouth gaping open. When he didn't get an immediate response, his eyes narrowed and he growled quietly, "Sean." Watching as his lover's shoulders slumped and his lips turned down into a mutinous pout, Glen raised one brow and held his position. Sean would eventually cave, he always did. ---- Of all the things that he'd been expecting when Glen carried him into kitchen, this was not it. He'd thought he had done a very good job on the flight home, acting like a 'normal' human being. He'd been polite and no trouble at all to the employees on the plane. He hadn't commented on the rather obvious charms of the male flight attendant. Damn had that guy had a nice ass. And he hadn't commented on the rather obviously surgically enhanced breasts of the female sitting across the aisle either. He had behaved himself... and now Glen was giving him hell for it? He must still be in that alternate universe that he'd dropped into at some point when he woke up this morning... His lover was giving him 'The Look'. The one that always had him confessing every little thing that he'd done and this time he didn't have a thing to confess to! It felt so terribly wrong that he almost made something up just to get the smile back on his lover's face... but that wasn't going to cut it this time. He was going to have to tell Glen the truth about why he was acting this way. He sighed quietly and looked off to the side as he spoke, not wanting to see the amusement in his lover's eyes. "Everyone is always telling me I should grow up and act my age and stay out of trouble... so I thought I'd try it. I know I really upset you last night and I just didn't want you to be disappointed in me anymore. I wanted you to be proud of being with me." He'd spoken so quietly that he wasn't even sure Glen had heard everything he had said. He dared one single peek to see his silent lover's reaction and got caught up in the look on Glen's face. His lover looked... shocked. Surprise was clear in his eyes and his mouth was gaping like a fish on a line. That hadn't been the reaction that he'd expected at all. "But Sean... I don't want you to change. Unless... unless that's what you want. I love you... we all love you... because you are the way you are. Okay, maybe Mark doesn't, but I know at least half the time you push his buttons on purpose," his lover added with a wry smirk. "But you make me happy. If this quiet unemotional person is who you really want to be, then I'll still love you, but I don't think it will make either of us happy if you're doing it for me. Maybe you could try being the new you one day a week when we're at work, but it will drive me nuts if I don't get my Sean back. I really do love the hyper little guy." Glen really didn't want him to change? Nope, he hadn't expected that at all. A sly smirk crept onto his face as he considered what Glen had said. He pulled his feet up on the countertop and jumped off the other side before Glen could stop him. Darting to the refrigerator, he tore the door open and grabbed a can of whipped cream before smiling wickedly at his lover. "Meet you in the bedroom, my big slug." With a wink, he was flying out the door and up the stairs, leaving the refrigerator door standing wide open. **** He honestly hadn't expected a reply from either one of them, not sure that they'd heard his quiet declaration. The light drift of fingers against his cheek surprised him though he didn't show it... Shawn. He didn't open his eyes for the moment, nor stop the hand steadily stroking through Hunter's hair and down his back. He'd meant every single word that he'd just said, but inside he wondered if he should have kept it to himself... at least the last little bit. Dave didn't want Shawn to feel pressured to return his feelings, that was why he hadn't already told Shawn a hundred times how much he loved him. He knew that Shawn wasn't ready to say the words he was dying to hear from him. It was too soon. The gentle press of lips against his own prompted him to open his eyes and he was immediately captured by sparkling blue sapphire. The happiness that he saw there was enough... it had to be. When... if... Shawn said those words to him, he wanted it to be because he meant them, not because he felt he should. For now he could live with just making the man happy, because that was what he wanted more than the words... for Shawn to be happy. Returning the smile as Shawn turned to kiss Hunter as well, he let himself enjoy the sight and the gentle reminders of his body of what had just happened. Hunt had claimed him as Shawn had the night before. He belonged to them now and no matter what the future would bring, he always would. That didn't mean that their relationship was going to be flowers and sunshine because they had issues to work through yet, but it gave him a reason to fight for what he wanted. He could live without a job if Vince decided to be a prick, he could live without his friends if they couldn't be happy for him, and he could live without wrestling if he had to, but he couldn't live without either of the men in this bed with him. The subtle shift of the body on top of him brought him back to the here and now, his eyes locked with Hunter's and he became tangled in the weave of emotions lingering there. The quietly whispered "mine?" against his jaw sent a slight shiver through his frame. He was... completely and he let his answer shine through in his eyes. "...Seems only fair as you've possessed my attention and my heart for months now my Love." How had he gotten so lucky? He still couldn't answer that question but he'd be eternally grateful for whatever it was that he had done to deserve Hunter's love and attention. "I know I've things left to give you... important things..." He almost opened his mouth to deny those words. Hunter had already given him the important things... his love, his touch, his smile... the rest could come or not and he would still be happy. He knew now, after what he'd just experienced, that Hunter could make love to him slow and gently for the rest of his days and he wouldn't regret it. Sure, he would love to be able to return the gesture, but he didn't need it to feel Hunter's love... especially when Hunt kept kissing him like that. He mourned for a moment the loss of Hunter's possession as his lover pulled from his body with a moan, but the continued presence of his warm body eased the regret. There would be other times and soon if he had his way about it. His eyes followed Hunter's and he spent a moment in silent appreciation watching Shawn walk towards the bathroom. He would be quite happy with that particular view for the rest of his life as long as he got the return view as well. He and Hunter were very, very lucky men. As Shawn ducked into the bathroom, he returned his attention to the man still lying carelessly sprawled on top of him. He'd love to stay right here in this very spot with Hunter stretched out on top of him for the rest of the night. Just having the ability to touch this man, express his feelings through gentle caresses, after having suppressed those feelings for so long, was wonderful. He still couldn't quite believe it... that he was allowed to touch, taste, and kiss this gorgeous man that he'd watched from the upper levels of any number of arenas. He had wondered for so long if the blond's hair felt as silky as it looked, wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over the lightly tanned skin on display, wondered if the tiny flecks of color he'd seen shimmering in the man's eyes from time to time were real or just his imagination. And now he had the answers to all of those questions and many more, but he could think of dozens more he still wanted to have the answers to. When Hunter shifted his reaction was automatic due to his training in the ring, he hadn't even given a thought to stopping it. He suddenly found himself draped over his lover as they settled into the new position with Hunter half underneath him. He was a little curious as to Hunter's reasons for the change, but quite happy to accept the alternative to his earlier plans. Laying here, cuddling Hunter, running a soothing hand over the smooth skin covering his lover's hip for the rest of the evening sounded just as nice, so he had no arguments. Well... he had no arguments as long as Shawn hurried his butt up and joined them in the cuddling. Speak of the devil... He hid his grin against Hunter's shoulder as he considered the truth behind that statement and all the phrases it brought to mind. Shawn was definitely an ornery little devil as witnessed by his antics backstage. He was a cute little devil, though cute hardly did the man justice... more like stunningly beautiful. And his favorite by far... horny little devil... and Shawn had certainly proven that to be true in the last two days. Damn, had it really only been two days since he'd gathered the courage to ask Shawn out? Sighing quietly in appreciation as Shawn gently ran the cloth over his body, he didn't bother to move except as necessary for Shawn to reach Hunter's sticky skin. He settled back down with a smile until he noticed the small wince on Shawn's face when he joined them. Hoping that it wasn't something serious like back trouble, he was about to inquire if there was anything he could do to make his lover feel better when he heard an almost indecipherable noise from a location somewhere on the floor. Vaguely recognizing the sound as the ring tone on Hunter's phone and realizing that the darn thing was still in Shawn's pants, which were now on his side of the bed, he heaved a quiet sigh and rolled over to snatch the garment from the floor. Digging it out of the pocket, he quickly checked the caller ID because unless it was someone important he was going to put it right back where he'd found it despite the fact that Hunt was trying to reach over him and grab the thing. Important being Stephanie, Shane, Linda, his parents, or possibly Vince... he wasn't sure how generous he was feeling towards the man right now. Shit. It was Stephanie, most likely from her cell or a line somewhere in the house. He doubted that she'd appreciate getting Hunt's voice mail. With a smirk he pressed the button to activate the speakerphone and answered with a cheerful "Hello" as Hunter made another grab for the device. Stephanie's voice rang out clearly in the room, though once he heard what she had to say, he almost wished he'd let it go to voice mail. "If you've finished shaking the upper floor yet, get cleaned up and come downstairs..." Oh god. He could feel heat creeping into his face and grimaced. He really, really needed to learn how to control this damn blushing thing. "...Because my mother is going to be here in ten minutes and I was hoping you'd greet her smelling like sex." He smothered a groan with his hand at this devastating blow to his plans to cuddle his lover's for the rest of the night. Having completely forgotten they were expected to make an appearance for supper, he hadn't given a second thought to indulging himself with his lovers once Shawn had taken off his belt earlier. He'd have to get up and figure out what had happened to his bags so he could put on clean clothes as well as try to freshen up a bit more. They didn't have time for a shower because he couldn�t guarantee that he wouldn't get distracted nor do a bit of distracting of his own even if he had just had a completely satisfying release. And wouldn't sitting down to eat be fun? Shawn hadn't come close to reaching his limits, but it would still be slightly uncomfortable sitting down for so long. He found himself praying for extremely well padded chairs in the dining room. "So... was it as good as it sounded?" There went the damn blushing again. If he managed to keep it under control in front of Linda and Stephanie when he came face to face with them he would be eternally grateful. With a groan, this time not stifled, he held the phone in the direction of his lovers. "It's for you," he said, quickly handing the phone off to the two of them before burying his head against Hunter's shoulder again with a quiet sigh. **** to be continued...

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