Adam raised one brow, glancing at the door of his hotel room from his spot sprawled out on the bed watching Sex And The City. He frowned, not getting up. "Who is it?!" he called.
"Open the goddamn door, blondie."
Adam snorted. Hunter. He sighed, then rose from the bed with unconscious grace, swinging the door open to reveal Hunter standing leaning against the doorframe, a six-pack of beer in one hand, a bottle of white zinfandel in the other. The wine he shoved at Adam. "Here, I know you and the pussy crew don't drink beer." And proceeded to push past Adam into the room. Adam arched his brows, mouth hanging open, then shut the door, turning to look at Hunter with curiosity. It wasn't like it was a common occurrence for the Game to come a-knocking at 11 pm.
Hunter had made himself comfortable on the bed, propped back against the headboard, a beer open in one hand. He scowled at the tv, then grabbed the remote. "What the fuck are you watching, blondie? A girlie show?"
Adam sighed, giving up all hope of a nice, relaxing night alone. Jeff, Chris, Matt and Jay (the rest of the pussy crew, as Hunter called them) had left an hour earlier for the club, but Adam just hadn't been in the mood and had decided to stay in and just relax. So much for that, as it didn't appear Hunter was going anywhere anytime soon.
"It's not a girlie show, for your information. It's only won about a hundred Emmy's, fuckwit." Stomping across to the bar to open the wine and pour himself a glass.
Hunter smirked. "Watch who you're callin' fuckwit, kid. Lucky you, I'm feeling magnanimous tonight and ain't gonna kick your ass on general principle."
Adam took a drink and sat down next to Hunter, rolling his eyes. "Lucky me. So...to what do I owe the dubious honor of your presence in my bed, Hunter?" Winking salaciously, knowing it would irk the other man who, though fairly open about being bi, still tried his damndest to keep up the most masculine persona in the WWE at all times.
Hunter narrowed his eyes. "You *trying* to get your ass kicked, huh?"
Adam took another drink of his wine, flashing his trademark, wolfish grin. "Just trying to figure out why you're here, man...let's be straight, " he snorted at that, then continued, "It's not like you make a habit of hanging out with me or any of the other "pussy crew". So...what's up?"
Hunter tossed back a long swig of his beer, then sighed. "I'm fuckin' bored, ok? Rocky and Taker are off doin' who knows what who know's where and, from the looks of it, you're the only one hangin' around tonight, everybody else bailed to do whatever. So, I figured what the fuck, come see what Blondie's up to."
Adam nodded slowly, smirking. "Gee...thanks. I think."
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Shaddup and drink your damn girlie drink and watch the game."
Adam glanced at the tv. Hockey. Considering he was from Canada, he didn't much care for the game and sighed, reaching to snatch the remote from Hunter's hand. "My room, my tv, my show. Deal." And flipped back to see what Carrie and the girls were getting into.
Hunter sighed as Adam settled back to watch his show, the younger man soon entranced and not paying any attention to Hunter at all. Grabbing the remainder of the six-pack, Hunter got up to put it in the small fridge below the bar, then flopped down on the couch. Dammit, he was still bored! Fuckin' Blondie wasn't doin' his job in the entertainment department, that was for sure.
A duffle sat by the couch, open, and from the colorful mesh falling out of it, it would be Jeff's bag. Hunter grinned and nudged aside a neon pink shirt with his foot, then leaned down to pick up a small pot that sat on top, rolling his eyes when he realized it was some of Rainbow Brite's trademark body paint, dark purple. He pulled a few other pots out, blue, green and white, shaking his head. The kid was unique, that was for sure.
"You know, it's rude to go through other people's things, Hunter."
Hunter glanced over to see Adam smirking at him from the bed. "Mind your own business, blondie. Just lookin'."
Adam sat up, swinging his feet to the floor and strolling over to fold himself onto the floor in front of Hunter, grabbing one of the pots from the other man's hand. He opened the top, sniffing it warily, then wrinkled his nose. "Damn...smells like turpentine. I still don't get why Jeff wears this stuff." He shrugged and twisted the cap back on. "Still, only Jeff could pull it off."
Hunter arched his brows indignantly. "Hey, I'll have you know I pulled off face paint just fine when I pretended to be Goldust that one time..."
Adam giggled, he couldn't help it. "Hunter please, *you* in body paint? Sorry, just can't see it. Goldie's stuff is one thing, Jeff's tribal shit is another."
Hunter uncapped the pot of blue paint, dipping his finger in experimentally. "I could...if I wanted to. Now you...not a chance, kid."
Adam's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how many times Jeffy has gotten bored and painted me up while I slept?? I can *so* pull it off, trust me. He likes it, anyway." Wicked grin.
Hunter rolled his eyes. "Whatever..."
Adam started to get pissed, though he wasn't sure why exactly. "Man, you don't even know...besides, you're just mad cuz you *know* you'd look like a dork."
"Oh really? Is that so? Wanna bet?"
Adam raised his brows, pissed off-edness forgotten as his curiosity peaked. "Bet what?"
Hunter shrugged, rubbing the dab of blue paint between his forefinger and thumb. "I dunno...somethin' good, though, I ain't puttin' this shit on me for nothin'."
Adam thought for a second. "I don't know...how are we supposed to judge who wins?"
Hunter frowned. Blondie had a point. He sure as hell wasn't gonna wander the halls all painted up lookin' for somebody to judge 'em. He shrugged finally. "Nevermind, it was a stupid idea anyway. Stuff's probably toxic anyway...would explain why Jeff's so whacked."
Adam snorted. "Ckickenshit."
Hunter sat straight up, eyes narrowing. "What the fuck did you just call me?"
Adam just grinned, not in the least intimidated by Hunter's snarling. "Chicken-SHIT." Carefully enunciating each syllable.
Speechless for a second, Hunter suddenly reached out his blue stained fingers and swiped them across Adam's cheek, giving a little slap for good measure. He grinned down into shocked blue eyes. "See? I woulda won. You look like a fuckin' doofus, man."
Adam stared up at the older man, mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Oh..I know you didn't just do that...*tell* me you didn't just do that..."
Hunter laughed. "Blondie...you're sounding like Booker now."
Adam arched one brow in a damn fine impersonation of the People's Eyebrow, and began slowly unscrewing the top of the green paint pot. Hunter watched him do it, seemingly unconcerned.
"You wouldn't dare. You ain't got the balls, kid."
Adam smirked a little, dipping two fingers into the green goo. "Oh really? You think not? Wanna bet?" And dragged his dripping fingers right down the center of Hunter's considerable nose. Adam just smirked, head tilted with a cocky grin. "Still think I don't have balls, Hunter?"
Hunter froze for a second, then all hell broke loose. He dove off the couch and tackled Adam back onto the floor, grabbing the green paint from the blonde's hand as he did and scooping out a good dollop and smearing it all across Adam's chin and neck.
Adam, rather than fighting back, was nearly incapacitated with laughter, managing to get his hands on the pot of purple paint that had fallen to the floor and spread a wide stripe across Hunter's forehead, still laughing his ass off.
Hunter's eyes widened. "Oh...you're gonna pay for that, you little shit!" He grabbed Adam's hands and pinned them to the floor above his head with one hand, leaving Hunter's other hand free to dip repeatedly into the strewn, open pots of color, smirking as Adam shrieked and cursed at him.
"Hunter!!! Get off!!" Adam squirmed, kicking his long legs, but Hunter simply sat down on Adam's belly and grinned at him, repeatedly smearing different colors of paint across the younger man's face and neck, pausing to pop open the buttons of the shirt Adam wore and proceeding to color his wide, golden chest as well.
Adam squirmed again, but to be honest, Hunter's fingers slicking across his chest and abs were hardly unpleasant. He looked up at Hunter, grinning, admiring the way the older man's hair, which had come loose of it's ponytail, fell in soft waves around his face, strands clinging to the paint across his forehead and nose. But it was the grin that got Adam's attention, full on, playful, eye-sparkling grin. He couldn't recall ever seeing Hunter carefree...it wasn't a word one commonly associated with The Game. But there it was, and Adam couldn't help grinning back.
"Are you about done proving your superior strength, Hunter? Cuz I don't recall that being a part of the bet." Adam grinned cheekily. "Chickenshit."
Hunter threw his head back, literally threw his head back, and laughed. He looked down at Adam with laughing eyes and shook his head. "You're somethin' else, kid."
Adam smirked. "Yep...and I look good in face paint, too."
Hunter looked down at the younger man and went still, eyes roaming. Then he nodded slowly. "Yeah...damn good."
Adam suddenly couldn't breathe, and not because Hunter still sat on his stomach. No, his lack of breath was purely the result of the unmistakable heat that flared in Hunter's striking, green/gold eyes. For once, Adam couldn't think of a thing to say.
Hunter smiled, brushing back a lock of green-streaked blonde curl from Adam's cheek. "Cat got your tongue, blondie?"
Adam shook his head, unconsciously wriggling his hips a bit and watched Hunter's eyes close slowly, a low groan rumbling in the big man's chest. Adam smiled, repeating the motion, more sensually, his spine arching slightly to rub his hard, lower belly against Hunter, eliciting another, stronger groan and Hunter's eyes flew open, down to clash with Adam's midnight blue ones.
"I wouldn't do that unless you mean it, boy." His tone serious, eyes blazing hot.
Adam arched one brow, and did it again. He shivered at the respondent groan. "I wouldn't groan like that if you don't mean it, Hunter..."
Hunter's response was to drop his mouth down onto Adam's. Adam moaned, lips parting instantly, tongue sliding out to draw Hunter's inside, savoring the spicy, hot taste of the older man, the liquid, rough velvet of his tongue thrusting slowly in and out of Adam's mouth, lips hard against Adam's soft ones, devouring, yet gentle.
Hunter couldn't stifle the groan as he sank his tongue into the sweet, candy heat of Adam's mouth. He'd *known*, just known, that the angelic blonde would taste just this sugary sweet, soft and wet and like candy. Addictive and Hunter slanted his lips, wanting more, and getting it. His hands, still covered in paint, slid in a rainbow streak down Adam's arms, then back up to tangle his fingers with the younger man's, the slick of the paint causing a sensual sliding friction as their fingers tangled and curled around each other just as their tongues did.
Rolling, Hunter swiftly had Adam straddling him, his fall of thick, insanely beautiful platinum and goldenrod curls tumbling around them both and Hunter inhaled deeply. Honeysuckle. The kid smelled like fucking honeysuckle and Hunter felt his body tighten further, lost on all levels in Adam's delicious beauty. His hands came up to cup Adam's cheeks, thumbs smearing the paint and sliding down over that wide, smooth chest and around to bury in the thick length of the younger man's hair, tangling lightly there as he kissed him with abandon.
Breaking the kiss, Hunter slid his mouth hotly down Adam's throat, and the other man arched his head back, moaning as Hunter's lips lingered and nipped lightly at the sensitive spot where shoulder met neck, sending shivers of sensation down his spine.
Adam sucked in a breath sharply, tilting his head to one side to offer better access. "Fuck...Hunter..." he whispered, voice low and husky with desire.
Hunter pulled his lips from where they'd been suckling Adam's throat, looking up into darkened, hooded eyes, breathless. "I...I didn't come here for this..."
Adam smiled, a purely angelic smile despite the rainbow mess of paint that obscured his features. "I know...I want you, Hunter...you want me...don't stop..."
Hunter groaned and dragged Adam's mouth back down onto his own, rolling with him again so that Hunter now stretched atop the leaner, tightly-muscled frame. Breaking the kiss, Hunter gazed down at Adam, rocking his hips slowly and firmly against the long, thick hardness in Adam's jeans, smiling when the younger man whimpered, throat arching gracefully back in pleasure.
"God...you're so beautiful, Adam..." Hunter dropped a hot, open kiss on the blonde's arched throat. "So fuckin' beautiful..." Tasting paint and not caring, Hunter's lips slid up the smooth, golden column and over Adam's chin to capture that soft, pink, pouting mouth again.
Adam squirmed beneath Hunter, impatient, wanting more, his legs coming up to grip the other man's hips, circling his own in invitation, moaning deep in his throat, a wordless plea for more. Hunter understood it, but was in no hurry, he wasn't about to rush through this...Adam was not the kind of man one fucked...he was the kind of man one made long, slow, painfully sweet love to. Which is exactly what Hunter planned to do, no matter the desire that gnawed at him, desperate to simply rip the kid's jeans off and bury himself in the tight heat he knew waited for him.
In an effort to tamp down the surging lust, Hunter pushed himself up onto his hands, hovering above Adam, looking down into dazed, heated sapphire eyes, drinking in the classical beauty of the younger man's sharp cheekbones, perfect, patrician nose, the inviting, damp, swollen pink lips that parted softly, breath coming harsh and ragged under Hunter's intense perusal. Hunter honestly couldn't remember having ever been this close to anyone so frighteningly beautiful...Adam put angels to shame on a daily basis, but now...all hot and lips begging to be devoured, eyes hooded and gold-tipped lashes brushing his paint-smeared cheeks...it almost hurt to look at him.
Hunter smiled, sitting back on his heels and reaching down to begin unbuttoning Adam's jeans, eyes locked with the younger man's, watching the play of emotions flitting across his face...lust, nervousness, pleasure, uncertainty. Hunter bent down to drag his tongue lightly across Adam's sleek lower belly, grinning up at him when the blonde shivered and inhaled sharply at the sensual caress of Hunter's hot, wet tongue.
"So pretty..." Hunter murmured, slowly tugging Adam's jeans down past narrow hips and down strong, thick thighs, a pair of short, black boxer-briefs doing little to conceal the throbbing erection straining to be free. Hunter finished removing the jeans, tossing them aside, then crawled up Adam's body, dropping hot kisses and dragging his tongue randomly as he did, hands sliding up to ease the shirt from the young man's shoulders, tossing it aside as well so that, now, Adam wore nothing but those indecently tiny black boxer-briefs and the body paint that streaked his perfect, golden flesh.
Adam smiled up at him, a slow, infinitely sexy smile. "You're making me crazy, Hunter..."
Hunter smirked, that sexy, trademark smirk he often gave opponents in the ring. "That's kinda what I'm goin' for, blondie."
Adam circled his hips sensually, head tilting impishly, then his smile grew more heated, eyes liquid. "Touch me...fuck, Hunter, touch me..."
Hunter bit back a groan at the husky plea, his fingers trailing down Adam's tightly ridged belly to brush lightly across the front of his boxer-briefs. "There? Hmmm...?"
Adam's breath hissed through his teeth, eyes sinking closed. "Yessss..."
Hunter's fingers curled around Adam's cock through the fabric, squeezing tightly. He very nearly came undone at the low groan and sinuous arch Adam gave, lean hips lifting to press himself into Hunter's palm. His thumb rubbed lightly in small circles around the head, feeling the wetness of pre-cum soaking the thin cotton, and bent his head, dragging his tongue on the spot, tasting Adam and eliciting another bone-jarring shudder.
Adam's hands came up to clutch at Hunter's shoulders, fisting in the fabric of his t-shirt, tugging impatiently on it, wanting flesh beneath his fingers. Hunter smiled and sat up, reaching behind him to pull the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to join Adam's discarded clothing on the floor beside them.
Adam's hands slid sensually down across Hunter's massive chest, eyes glittering in awe at the sheer strength and power beneath his exploring fingertips, pausing to linger around the older man's nipples when Hunter gasped softly at his touch there, smiling up at him, gently scraping his fingernails across the tight nubs. Hunter had called him beautiful, but Hunter had a beauty all his own, raw and untamed, but beauty nonetheless, derived from the innate power and grace he held. He took Adam's breath away.
Rapidly losing the control he held tightly to, Hunter tugged down Adam's boxer-briefs, flinging them aside and freeing the jutting, throbbing length of the blonde's cock. His mouth watered at the delicious sight, tip leaking and Hunter lowered his head, wrapping his mouth around just the head and sucking lightly. Adam nearly unseated him, hips bucking up sharply, and Hunter chuckled in his throat, big hands on Adam's hips holding him still as he sank his mouth down further, drawing the younger man into his mouth with consistent suction that dragged broken cries from Adam's lips.
"Oh god....Hunter, god..."
Hunter lifted his head, smiling sweetly. "God? Not quite, baby..." And resumed the sweet torture of worshipping Adam with his mouth. The younger man tasted as sweet as his kisses had, like hot, warm cream, coating his tongue and Hunter sucked hard, wanting more, wanting it all. He hardly ever let his lovers finish in his mouth, but wild horses couldn't drag him from the promise of Adam's climax, wanting to taste him like he'd never wanted anything before.
He was close, Hunter could feel it, and reached one hand beneath Adam to cup his heavy balls, squeezing gently and slipping one finger down further to tease at the tight, hot opening of the younger man. That did it, Adam gave a low, gutteral cry and very nearly arched off the floor completely as he shattered, exploding inside Hunter's mouth, and Hunter swallowed as fast as he could. He let the last mouthful linger on his tongue, savoring it before swallowing it down and lifting his head to look up at his out of breath young lover.
Adam gasped harshly, eyes closed and then opened them, lifting up onto his elbow to look down at Hunter, who sat back on his heels between Adam's legs with a gratified smile on his handsome face. Adam grinned at him. "Wow..."
Hunter smirked. "Yeah, wow." He crawled up Adam's body, pushing the younger man back down, dropping his mouth down to kiss him deeply, then rose back up. "Now...let me make love to you, Adam..."
Adam smiled, reaching up to brush Hunter's fine, dark blonde hair behind one ear. "I thought you'd never ask..."
Hunter rose to his feet then, and Adam propped up on his elbows, watching with hungry eyes as Hunter unfastened his jeans and began to draw them down slowly. Adam's breath caught in his throat as he caught his first glimpse of Hunter's turgid length...good god, the man was gonna tear him apart...
Hunter saw the direction of Adam's wide-eyed gaze and grinned. "Don't worry, baby, it'll fit..." he smirked sexily, "One way or another..."
Fully naked now, Hunter dropped to his knees at Adam's feet, his hands catching the younger man's thighs and dragging him down to wrap them around his own hips, dropping his upper body onto Adam and capturing his parted lips in a torrid kiss, tongue thrusting deeply as he drew the full length of his cock against Adam's, the friction insanely arousing to both and their breath came in alternating, gasping pants.
Hunter broke the kiss and lifted his head a fraction from Adam's clinging mouth. "Lube...where's the lube, baby?"
Adam moaned, whimpering at the loss of Hunter's mouth. "Jeff's bag...should be some in there...hurry..."
Hunter needed no further encouragement, showing little regard for Jeff's things as he tossed the contents of the younger Hardy's bag onto the floor, finally giving a small grunt of triumph when his hand closed around a small bottle of lube. He wasted no time slicking himself and Adam up, the sinuous motions of Adam's hips, wordlessly inviting, driving him nearly mad with the need to be inside him.
One finger, then two, stroking and sliding, stretching gently, easing the path for his cock, Adam moaning low and silky, eyes fluttering closed as he arched towards Hunter's thrusting fingers.
Hunter withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, pausing to look down at Adam's flushed face. "Look at me, baby..." Adam did, and Hunter lost his breath at the passion burning brightly in those velvety dark blue eyes. "Now?" Waiting for the slow nod before gently closing his hands on Adam's lean hips and slowly easing forward, watching the beautiful face for any sign of pain, pausing at a slight flinch, then smiling when Adam arched up to encourage him to continue.
Finally, fully within the incredible tightness of Adam's body, Hunter paused, eyes closed, lost in savoring the heavenly feel of slick heat, muscles rippling around his cock, the soft moans of his lover, the scent of honeysuckle and sweat and sex that filled the air. It was a perfect moment and he imprinted it in his memory before opening his eyes and staring down at Adam. Then he began to move and neither of them were capable of a coherant thought, overcome with carnal, base sensations, eyes locked in a primitive battle, lips clashing and devouring, bodies straining together for more, faster, harder, more...and getting it.
Hunter felt the renewed erection against his belly and slid his hand down to wrap his fingers tightly around the thick length, stroking in tempo with his own thrusts, determined to hold off his own rising orgasm until Adam was ready to join him.
"Come on, baby..come for me...come for me, angel..." Hunter groaned, stroking Adam harder and faster, lips pressed to the younger man's ear, listening to the moaning cries as Adam flew towards another mind-bending climax.
Then he felt the first splash of come on his fingers and Hunter lost all semblance of control, head thrown back on a growl as he thrust once, twice, three times and flooded his young lover, collapsing forward onto him in a gasping heap, but careful to take most of his weight on his forearms so as not to crush Adam. Adam clung to him, long legs and strong arms wrapped tight around Hunter, soft lips pressed to the older man's damp throat, gasping his name repeatedly as he came down, mind spinning with the intensity of their mutual orgasms.
Finally, several long moments later, Hunter lifted his face from Adam's tangled hair and looked down at him, smiling at the paint which had dried and was now running in sweaty rivulets down the smooth, golden cheeks. "You're a mess, kid."
Adam grinned lazily, reaching up to run his hand through the knotted mass of Hunter's hair. "You're not exactly Miss America yourself, babe."
Hunter tilted his head, rocking his hips lightly and smiling at the small shiver that shot through Adam's sinewy body. "Maybe a shower is in order..."
Adam sighed and pulled Hunter back down on top of him, snuggling into his neck. "Later...later."
It turned out to be much later. Like, upon the return of the "pussy crew" from a night of clubbing, nicely smashed, who woke the two lovers from their restful sleep with loud giggles and decidely smart-assed speculation on whether the two had used the mess of paint as lube or not.
Neither Hunter nor Adam could have cared less, however, smirking at the others as they headed for the bathroom, a shower, and copious amounts of hot, wet sex.
