Title: Impress Me
Author: Lizzie
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: More like R/NC-17 this time!
Content: Some language, some sap, and m/m sex (yup, they finally got to doing it!)
Disclaimer: They're not mine, and unless I wake up one morning having mysteriously become Vince McMahon, I doubt they ever will be. Distribution: Not that you're likely to want it, but if you do, just tell me where.
Summary: Sequel to my response to Val's Songfic challenge, using Shania Twain's 'That Don't Impress Me Much' with Matt Hardy and Triple H. It�s set back at the hotel afterwards� hehe.

*** That Don't Impress Me Much
***

It didn�t seem right that the huge, ultra-expensive, elegant hotel they�d miraculously found themselves booked into was only three blocks down from the tacky little karaoke bar they�d spent most of the evening in. But neither Matt nor Hunter was complaining when they left. Three blocks meant no trip in the rental car, no arguing over who got to drive, no �short cuts� resulting in a night of roaming about a city they didn�t know pretending they weren�t lost until finally they had to ask directions from the hookers on the street corner. There wasn�t really any chance they�d get lost when all they had to do was turn right out of the bar and walk three block to the monstrous, looming building that was lit up like a Christmas tree bearing the name �Marriott�.

And three blocks was nothing. Of course it was more than enough to get them both agitated and impatient, and in the end they were all but flat-out running to get there, but really it was nothing. The way they walked they were inside the building, inside Hunter�s room and tearing each other�s clothes off in ten minutes flat.

Matt kicked the door shut behind them, seeing as how his arms were tangled up in his T-shirt as Hunter attempted to forcibly rip it from his body. By the third attempt Matt was giggling like a demented schoolgirl and Hunter stood back, growling.

�You�d better just take it off yourself�, he muttered, dropping down onto the edge of the bed.

Matt grinned, stepping forward to tilt up Hunter�s chin with the back of his hand. �Aw, c�mon Hunter. Don�t take it so seriously. Lighten up a little. So you couldn�t rip off my shirt. Hell, it�s made of vinyl for Christ�s sake! And I appreciate the gesture�. Hunter looked up at him and rolled his eyes. �Hey, c�mon, it�s not a race. There are other ways to impress me without ruining a perfectly good fifty-dollar shirt�.

Hunter shrugged, frowning down at the carpet. �I just wanted to be spontaneous�, he said, almost pouting.

�And you were. It was cool. Just next time I�ll wear something you can rip the buttons off of, okay? Now you�re neglecting me. C�mon, Hunter � impress me already�.

Matt leant back against the door, drumming his fingers idly on the frame as he watched Hunter. He stood, slowly, flicking out the tip of his tongue to wet his lips as he looked up at Matt with predatory eyes. He stretched, his arms arcing outwards pulling his T-shirt a little way out of his belt, rolling his head, eyes not leaving Matt�s for second. Then he pulled off the shirt. Slowly. Agonisingly slowly, letting Matt take in every inch of his smooth, tanned, muscular body as he did so. And he tossed the shirt into a corner, frowning back at Matt as he heard the choked giggle.

�What?�

�For a second there I thought you were going to fold it up and put it back in the drawer�.

Hunter frowned, trying to mask his amusement and failing miserably. �For a second there I almost did. Didn�t I tell you to take off that shirt?�

�Did you?� Matt shrugged, grinning. �You might�ve said something but you were being so damn miserable I didn�t think you meant it. You telling me now?�

�You want me to tell you?�

�What do you think?�

Matt�s tone told Hunter all he needed to know; he sounded almost nervous, but it was more anticipation than nerves. He knew what Matt wanted. He knew how to impress him.

�I think you should take off your shirt�. His voice was low, commanding. Matt did as he was told without hesitation. �Boots and pants too�. Matt glanced up at him for a second and seeing the glint in Hunter�s hazel eyes he rid himself of more clothing until he was standing there in a pair of boxers. Hunter nodded to them. �Those too�. Matt swallowed, sliding them from his hips, dropping them to the floor and adding them to the pile of clothes at his feet. �Now come here�.

Matt moved toward him slowly, watching Hunter watch him with hungry eyes. Sometimes he could hardly believe his luck, and this was one of those times. How the hell had he ended up with someone as utterly divine as Hunter? God knows he didn�t deserve him. He didn�t deserve to have six feet five inches of perfect masculinity, someone who always knew exactly what he needed, someone who made him just as happy as he did insane and who loved him like he did� Matt sighed and raised his hand to reach out and touch Hunter�s bare, muscular chest.

But one shake of that golden blonde head and Matt stopped.

�Lie down�, Hunter told him, commanded him. So Matt scooted up onto the bed, lay out on this back on top of the sheets, a little jolt of anticipation rippling through him.

From his position lying on the bed Matt could just see Hunter turning if he strained his neck. He knew better than to move. When Hunter was in control he followed his orders to the letter or he�d just dress and leave. And in the end submission was always worth it. Hunter may have had his vulnerable points but he was never vulnerable when it came to dominance. He knew what he was doing. If Matt did as he said the rewards were incredible.

Hunter kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans, sliding them down slowly before adding them to the pile of Matt�s clothes. Matt almost grinned � Hunter was never going to get past that neat-freak thing, no matter how hard he tried or how much Matt nagged him. It was strangely endearing.

Then he turned. He was at the foot of the bed, stretching again, slowly, purposefully, driving Matt completely insane as he practically posed there, in all his naked, semi-erect glory. Matt had to grit his teeth to keep from cursing when Hunter pulled the elastic band from his ponytail and shook out his hair around his shoulders. There was just something about the way he did it that was so unbearably hot, all feline and languid and sensual, his blonde hair falling over his eyes so he�d brush it back behind one ear and look up at Matt like some big cat with his huge hazel eyes heavy-lidded with desire and intent as he bent low and crawled onto the foot of the bed.

�Close your eyes�. Hunter spoke, his lips moving against the soft flesh of Matt�s abdomen. He closed his eyes. �Put your hands above your head�. So he did. �Keep them there. Move before I tell you and I walk, understand?� Matt nodded mutely, but there was something strange about Hunter�s tone. Not quite so decisive, like he was stuck making some kind of choice, only Matt had no idea what it was. It threw him a little. Before then he�d always known that Hunter knew exactly what to do. This indecision was something new.

For a second Hunter was astride his waist, a hand pressed lightly to his chest, fingertips tracing his collarbone. Then the weight shifted and Hunter rolled off. Matt frowned. He didn�t have to see to know Hunter was lying beside him.

�You can move�.

Matt opened his eyes, rolled onto his side, peered down at the mad beside him, examining his face. It was completely unreadable, like Hunter was so good at doing.

�What�s wrong?� Matt asked, rubbing a thumb over Hunter�s wrist. The hazel eyes flickered up to meet Matt�s chocolate brown ones, his head lying motionless on the pillow.

�I just��

�You just what? You�re not in the mood? You can�t? What? You feeling okay?�

�I *am* in the mood, I *can* and I�m feeling fine�.

�So what?�

�I��

�Hunt?�

Without warning Hunter sat up, pulling Matt with him by his shoulders.

�We�ve been together for what, five months now?� he questioned, staring into Matt�s eyes with that same unreadable expression still intact.

�More like six now but yeah. Your point?�

�Matt, I�m in love with you. I love you. You know that, right?�

�Sure I do. I love you too. Okay?�

�I know you do. I know you do. But, but I trust you, Matt. More than anyone�.

Matt smiled. �Coming from you, that means a lot�.

�It�s true. I just� I just want you to know how much I trust you. How much I love you and I want you. I need you to know�.

Matt nodded. �It�s okay. I know�.

�But I want to show you�.

�You want to show me?� Matt asked with a frown. �How, exactly?�

�Matt, I want you�.

�I�d say that�s pretty damn clear, Hunter. Just fuck me already! You coulda told me this after. Hell, you coulda told me this during�.

Hunter took a deep breath, sighing it out slowly as he scrunched the sheet in his fists. �You�re not listening. Matt, I want you�. He reached up and took Matt�s head in his hands, gazing right into his eyes. �I want you inside me�.

Matt blinked. Twice, three times. He stared at Hunter, slack-jawed and almost open-mouthed. He couldn�t have said� could he? That didn�t� seem very Hunter-like. In fact, in the five � make that six � months they�d been together he�d never offered� that. And Matt had never expected him to. Yeah, he�d wondered about it, how it would feel to bury himself inside Hunter, to look into his eyes as he came deep inside him, as Hunter screamed his name� But he hadn�t believed even for a second that he�d ever get to do it for real. He�d never ask Hunter to make himself that vulnerable.

Only now Hunter was asking. He was making himself vulnerable. He was trusting Matt completely.

�You want me to��

��to make love to me�.

�But I didn�t think you�d want��

�Matt, I want you to. I want us to. Now�.

Matt signed, running a hand through his hair, rubbing his eyes.

�Look, I know you�re trying to show me you trust me, but you don�t have to do this. You�ve never wanted to before. I�m not asking you to. Just offering was enough, really. You trust me. I get it. You don�t have to do this to prove anything to me. I love you. I don�t want you to do anything you don�t want to�.

�You�re assuming I don�t want to�, Hunter said with a small smile. �And what you assume��

��you make an ass on �u� and �me�. I know, I know�.

�Matt, I want to�. He dropped the smile. �I�m not kidding about here�.

�I can see you�re not. Do you have any idea how much I� hmmmmph!�

Hunter cut him off with an unexpected, bruising kiss, grabbing a handful of Matt�s hair and the back of his neck, falling onto his back and pulling his down on top of him. Matt managed to straddle Hunter�s hips and wove his fingers through his soft blonde hair, sucking on Hunter�s bottom lip before pulling back with a smile.

�Where�s the�?�

�Top drawer�.

Matt reached over and somehow managed to pull the lube out of the drawer without moving from his spot over Hunter�s hips. Then he leant back, flipping the cap as he grinned at Hunter and Hunter grinned right back. He could get used to his. He�d thought it was good when Hunter was in control, but this was more than good � this was fun. And they were sharing. He might�ve been on top but they both had control.

�Don�t you just hate the word �lube�?� Hunter asked, watching as Matt made a total mess with the contents of the tube.

Matt grinned. �Yeah, it�s a little too much like �boob� and �eww��.

�I can�t say it and keep a straight face�.

�You�ll have to say it more often. You�re cute when you smile. You look like� a chipmunk�.

Hunter almost choked as he laughed. �A chipmunk? I look like a *chipmunk*?�

�Well, uh, a big mean chipmunk that all the other chipmunks are scared of and that terrorises them all with a mini sledgehammer�.

�Thanks, Matt. I�m a chipmunk. That�s just� oh Christ, Matt!�

Matt just beamed and wiggled the finger he�d just lubed and lipped inside Hunter, who was squirming and clasping handfuls of the bed sheets as he gazed up at Matt in complete surprise. Matt wasn�t sure he�d ever seen him look so completely relaxed or happy or� writhing in pleasure.

�Nah, I�m pretty sure chipmunks aren�t as cute as you, Hunt�, he chuckled, bending to tease the head of his lover�s cock with a single lick.

�Are you trying to drive me insane?� Hunter gasped, trying not to arch up into Matt�s mouth, knowing he was just going to pull back and grin like a total tease.

�Uh-huh�, Matt confirmed, adding another finger and sending Hunter into another squirming fit.

�Just c�mon and fuck me already you, you *eeeevil* son of a bitch!�

�Oh, now we get to the payback. Make me sing in public will ya? Can we say �punishment�?�

�Best damn punishment I�ve ever� For crying out loud, Matt!�

Matt stretched him out, adding a third finger. It wasn�t like he�d never done this before but this was Hunter and he loved him and he knew he hadn�t been with a guy like this for six months at least so he had to be gentle, but Hunter was writhing underneath him and egging him on and it was so tempting to just�

�What the hell are you waiting for? An invitation?�

Matt shrugged, removing his fingers, squeezing more lube out into the palm of his hand, spreading it over himself as Hunter watched, almost wide-eyed. �I don�t know, guess an invitation wouldn�t hurt�.

Hunter quirked an eyebrow. �So I invite you. Get the fuck in already!�

That was all the encouragement Matt needed; he positioned them both with a minimum of fuss and thrust into Hunter keeping his eyes on his the whole time. Hunter gasped. Then he moaned. And bit his lip. And whimpered, when Matt hit the right spot. And managed to strain up to steal a kiss. And looked up into Matt�s eyes showing him all that love and desire and passion and complete trust bubbling just under the surface. And came, Matt�s name on his lips, in the air, screamed, moaned, growled, and he look Matt over with him, Matt almost sobbing his name before he rolled off, spent, gasping, and lay back beside him.

�Hunter?� he said breathlessly as the big blonde gathered him into his arms.

�Yeah, Matt?�

�You impressed me�.