"ITVR: Chapter 14"
Surprises.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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"Wallet, back pocket," Feeling his embarrassment drain away at Adam's instructions, CJ leaned forward for another hot, drugging kiss. Pulling back he said, "I knew there was a reason I wanted to jump you." Unfortunately CJ would have to move away from Adam to get to the pants on the floor. But then... Adam had been standing close to the bed when he'd done his 'I'll put a hundred in his pants' strip. Winking naughtily, CJ tried another order, "Grab a handful and don't let go." Relinquishing his own hold on Adam's delicious cock, Chris left his knees astride Adam's strong thighs and twisted down off the bed. It was a stretch for his fingers to snag the black leather. If Adam hadn't braced his legs into the mattress he'd have fallen flat on his face. It was a testament to their working relationship that they trusted each other in any physical situation. Snagging the pants, Chris sat back up, holding the leather like it was a stuffed animal prize. This would be the pinnacle of all physical situations in Chris' mind. Adam just did it for him like no other. The looks were divine, the same warped sense of humour, the slightly crazy 'whatthefuckshegonndo' atmosphere that surrounded the guy and now, god help him, the tender, enticing Lord of Sex in the bedroom. He just couldn't wait to see more facets of Adam come to the fore. The interruption and small game had pulled CJ back from the almost frantic precipice of arousal he'd been walking. It was still there, the hot, freakish hum of want, want, want. But he had more of a handle on it now, now that he wasn't just lying back and soaking in it. Pulling out Adam's wallet, he rakishly tossed the pants over his shoulder and lifted one of Adam's hands from his ass. Putting the black square into his fingers, Chris dropped another kiss onto those lonely-seeming lips and smiled. "Don't go away." Sitting up and back, CJ wiggled his pants down past his hips with quick, sure hands. It was a bit of a challenge as he didn't want to lift off Adam enough to put his knees together, but Chris was completely familiar with getting his clothes off in weird positions. Putting his palms flat of either side of Adam's hips, Chris leant forward and buried his face in Adam's neck. While pressing hot kisses into the soft, soft skin, he was deftly sliding one foot, then the other out of his silver Y2J pants. "The fun kind of push-ups," he murmured into the same skin, before biting gently and rubbing his tongue over the abused spot. Pulling back he saw Adam had retrieved a small packet of lube from his wallet. Plucking it away, Chris tore open the pack with his teeth and reached down to once again fondle that steel-in-satin so soon to be deep inside him. The lube was slightly warm from the wallet's close proximity to Adam's backside, so Chris squeezed some onto Adam's fingers before smoothing it onto the cock in his hands. **** "I want to, too, Dave." It was a sure thing now...he was in hell. Those softly-spoken words sorely tested his limits. He had to be insane putting a stop to things the way he had when it was what they both wanted, but at the same time it was the right thing to do and he knew it. He was just immensely grateful that Shawn understood why he had had to do it. "I have to talk to Hunter. And then... I guess we'll see." That was the gist of it. It all hinged on Hunter and what Hunter decided to do. Dave hoped that Shawn could get the man to open up and be honest with him. The things that Hunter had said last night weren't the truth and until Shawn had the truth he couldn't really be sure of what he might want. He wasn't sure whether Shawn would agree or not, but he was going to be there when Shawn went to talk to Hunter. The situation was too explosive and he had a feeling that things would most likely get out of hand, hopefully not to the extent that he suspected. "And I have to get up. Want to give me a hand up?" "That's a trick question, right?" Dave said, smirking at the man in his arms. "Do I want to... no, not really, but I will." After brushing his lips softly against the top of Shawn's head, he set about carefully disentangling their bodies. Rolling himself off the bed, Dave stood and then slipped his arms under Shawn and plucked him from the mattress. Dave set him on his feet with a smile, running a gentle hand down his arm before turning towards the chair that he'd laid his shirt on the night before. Noting that it was only slightly wrinkled, Dave pulled the shirt on and started to button it. He needed to go back to his room. Not only did he need to take a shower; he didn't even have a change of clothes since he'd left his bag in the limo last night. Hopefully Hunter had had it sent to his room, but regardless, his other bags were still in the room he'd checked into yesterday. The problem was that he didn't really want to leave Shawn alone right now. He could just imagine Shawn going down to Hunter's room without him and that thought didn't sit well at all. He would just have to take his cues from Shawn's mood as to whether he had time to run back to his room or if he'd have to go with him wearing the same thing he'd had on last night. **** "...no, not really, but I will." Returning Dave's smile, Shawn was relieved that they were able to be so comfortable with each other, considering the situation. It was a little surprising, but then, he'd been unusually comfortable around Dave since he'd first met him, only his underlying attraction to the big man holding him back from being too friendly. Little things that Dave had said coming back to him, it was obvious to Shawn that he felt the same about both Shawn and Hunter... whatever that might be. That was probably why Dave was in apparent denial about his feelings for Hunter. Hunt had complained to Shawn more than once that Dave insisted on keeping some distance from him, no matter how friendly he tried to be. Neither of them could understand why... until now. Of course, if Shawn was right about Dave's feelings for the two of them, that made the whole situation so much more complicated. Multiple relationships were rare, to say the least, and they weren't something that most people thought about, let alone considered a reality. Since he'd been involved in multiple relationships, in one way or another, off and on for some time, it was something he tended to take for granted, which might be a problem if he and Dave did get together. They'd definitely have to sit down and talk about things... after they had their little chat with Hunter. That could change things in any number of ways. Startled a little at Dave's literal interpretation of his request, Shawn blinked as he was set on his feet, the gentle caress to his arm doing nothing to help calm him down. Not very many people had ever been able---or willing---to do things like that with him outside the ring. Hunter wasn't normally able to do it unless Shawn let him or if Shawn was caught by surprise. Those who could... well. Mark, Kevin, and Scott made up the list, and he'd been more than happy to let them do whatever they wanted. The memories that came to mind brought others with them, and he felt his temperature go up as he remembered the night he'd spent with Kevin, after Hunter had handcuffed him to the ring ropes during Raw... For an instant, he could still feel the raw chafing of the bare metal at his wrists, the pulsing heat of the stripes down his back and the handprints on his ass, the scream that he couldn't hold back any longer as Kevin roughly pushed into him... The soft noise that escaped him at the memory brought him back to the present. He felt himself flush a little as Dave glanced at him, and turned away for a minute to gather his thoughts. The last thing he needed right now was to be contemplating whether or not Dave shared that kind of interest. As he stared at the wall, the thoughts that had been nagging at him last night finally started to coalesce as his mind cleared. As his mind turned to his best friend, he wasn't really surprised to realise that there was a low, throbbing anger pulsing in him, growing as he turned over the last twenty-four hours in his mind. "...I care too much for Shawn to lie to him..." Hunter had definitely lied to him; looking back at it now, he could see that clearly. He'd known the man for too long, too well, for him not to be able to see the signs of it. Remembering Hunter's initial hesitation before answering, Shawn frowned. The split-second when Hunter had told Dave that winning Shawn's heart would be a prize... Shawn winced, remembering that, but forced away the pain, trying to examine his memories more closely. For just that instant, there had been... something... in Hunter's eyes. Something intense... but he hadn't seen it well enough to be sure of what it is. The bastard had clearly lied, though. The only question was, about what? Something about what Hunter had told him about his marriage didn't sit right, and Shawn wasn't sure why. If Hunter and Stephanie hadn't married for love, then why had they married? Hunter had gained power from it, certainly; he'd gained incredible influence with Vince and in the company, but at the same time, he'd lost respect and friendships in the locker room. That was a trade off that once upon a time, Hunter wouldn't have been willing to make. And if it was just about the power, why had Steph married him? She didn't need Hunt---she was the Billion Dollar Princess, the heir to the McMahon throne. She held control over the creative side of things, which meant that she controlled everyone's careers in one way or another. After all, no air time because you weren't in a storyline meant no exposure... which eventually meant no job. Would she have married Hunt just because she was involved with a woman? Shawn wasn't sure about that. Normally, Vince was willing to overlook people's predilections; while he was as susceptible to ego-stroking as anyone, he usually judged on ability and competence, not personal choices or lifestyles. Of course, that was assuming that Vince would extend the same attitude to his children, and that was a big assumption. But if that were the case... why had Hunter married Steph? Power alone wouldn't cut it as the explanation. "...I'm not in love with Shawn." Shaking his head a little, Shawn knew, now that he was thinking more clearly, that that had been the biggest lie of all. There were too many things, over too many years, for Hunter to so categorically deny his feelings for Shawn. It might not end up mattering; Hunt might love him but be perfectly happy with Steph... that could be why he'd pushed Dave at Shawn. That didn't seem right, though, considering the marriage situation. If what Hunt had told them about him and Stephanie were true, then Hunter hadn't been involved with anyone since the wedding, and that had been quite a while ago. No matter how Hunt felt, there was clearly something there. If there wasn't, he would never have spent so much time helping Shawn out of the problems he'd gotten himself into, whether it was holding him through the night during withdrawal, holding his hair out of his face when he was violently sick after yet another night of partying, staying up with him all night to take care of him when he was sick or when he was having back pains... holding him during his breakdown after Mark had ended things. No. Something wasn't adding up here, and he was goddamned well going to find out what it was. Realising abruptly that his jaw and hands were clenched, he was a little startled to realise just how angry he actually was. He was more furious than he could remember having ever been before, and that was saying something. Turning back to Dave, he cast a long, admiring look over the man without even realising he'd done so. Raising his eyebrow as he saw that Dave had put the same shirt he'd worn the night before on, he tried to push his anger away momentarily. "Aren't you worried that somebody will think something happened?" He meant to sound teasing, but knew that some of his worry that Dave really was concerned about that had shown through. He could feel the anger thrumming through his veins, though, and knew that he wouldn't be able to control it much longer. Confronting Hunter was a necessity, no matter how much it might hurt to do so. **** "Love ya, Kev." Kevin knew he had a goofy smile on his face, but he couldn't help it as he looked down at the man still asleep in his arms. Shifting a little, he still felt a bit of an ache in his nether regions, but it wasn't exactly a painful one, and he certainly wasn't going to complain about it. Last night... well, last night had been a bit of a roller-coaster ride for both of them, but they'd managed to clear the air on a few things that they'd both avoided talking about for far too long. He loved Scott so much... more than he'd ever be able to express with words, more than he even probably knew. He was still amazed every day to know that Scott felt the same way about him, and although he'd never admit it, he thrived on hearing those words. Not that the words really meant a lot, in and of themselves---they were just words. But looking into Scott's eyes when he said them, watching his face soften just for that instant, that particular shine of emotion revealing itself... He'd never get enough of that. Scott's very touch told him how he felt, and hopefully he was similarly expressive for Scotty. He'd never asked him, since that would mean revealing just how much he'd thought about it... but he knew that Scott knew already anyway. It was just part of their bond. Brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's eyes, he turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Scott always brought out the gentleness in him, the soft streak that he normally hid from everyone. But with his lover, he was utterly free to be himself. Not even with the rest of the Clique was he this open... but Scott was different. Scotty made him whole. The demands of his body forced him away from his early-morning musings and he reluctantly unwrapped Scott from around him, positioning him comfortably under the blankets before sliding out of bed. His eyes caught the glow of the alarm clock and he made a face at the hour. Way too damned early to be awake, but he knew that there was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep now. He should be up anyway, since they still had to eat and pack before catching their flight later. And if Scott still wanted to talk to Hunter... He rolled his eyes as he pulled clean clothes from their suitcase, not turning on any of the lights as he moved around the room, trying not to disturb Scotty. If they were going to talk to Hunter today, it would almost have to be before the flight. And he wanted to check on Shawn, too... Heading into the bathroom, he set his clothes down on the counter, then took care of his morning needs. As he started the shower and stepped in a little gingerly, his mind supplied memories from the night before: Scotty's lips wrapped around his cock; choking out Scott's name as he came into that talented mouth; clutching at Scott as he pushed inside him oh so slowly... the expression on Scott's face when he came. Kevin shuddered a little, his hand falling to wrap loosely around his hardening shaft. He bit his lip as his eyes closed, his head falling back under the water. Only Scott was able to affect him like this. Only Scotty... Kev moaned quietly as he stroked himself, oblivious to anything else. **** "I knew there was a reason I wanted to jump you." That comment was so different from what Adam was expecting that it startled a smile out of him. The smile grew when he was commanded to grab a handful. Like he was going to argue with that command? He didn't think so. Luckily he had figured out what Chris had planned and braced himself appropriately so that Chris didn't end up eating the hotel carpet. He didn't complain when Chris pulled one hand away from his lovely backside, after all it was for a good purpose. He dug into his wallet and removed a packet of lube. "Don't go away." That was the easy command to follow yet. With Chris on top of him, he couldn't actually go anywhere unless he tossed the gorgeous blond off him first. Yeah, like that was going to happen in this lifetime. Adam's eyes were glued to the sight of Chris pushing his pants down over his hips. Soon Chris would be naked and naked Chris was a very good thing in his opinion. He'd been wishing for one for Christmas for the last few years. It wasn't Christmas, but he sure as hell was thankful for the gift he'd been given tonight. Then Chris had his face buried against his neck again, the heated kisses distracting him from noticing whatever else Chris might be doing, though he certainly had a guess. The gentle bite followed by Chris' hot wet tongue pressing against one of his most sensitive spots drew a low moan from his throat. He barely noticed Chris snatching the lube from his hand, but he definitely noticed Chris' hand wrapping around his length once again. He hissed quietly at the sensations it provoked, the simple touch so much more powerful because of the person responsible. Feeling the lube squeezed onto his fingers, then the sensation of Chris spreading the lube on his swollen flesh, Adam trembled slightly. Close...he was so close to what he'd been dreaming about for what seemed like forever. Having Chris this way was something he'd fantasized over more than a few dozen times and the reality was so much better than anything he'd been able to think up in his head. Deciding that it might finally be time for him turn the tables, he pushed himself into a sitting position using his forearm so that he didn't get the lube on the bed rather than its intended location. Tangling one hand in Chris' hair, he tugged gently, pulling his head back so that he had access to his neck. Pressing his tongue flat against the base of Chris' throat, he slid it slowly upward until he reached his chin. At the same time he slipped his slick fingers between them brushing his knuckles down Chris' hard shaft and against his balls before sliding them completely underneath him. As he nipped at Chris' neck gently, he circled one finger around the puckered entrance a few times teasingly slow before pushing the tip of his finger inside. As he withdrew his finger and began pushing it back inside, he lifted his head and placed his mouth next to Chris' ear as he spoke quietly to him. "God, Chris...want you so much. Can't wait to be inside you...feel you wrapped so tight around me. Better than any dream I've had, Sweetheart." Returning his attention to the smooth column of Chris' neck, he interspersed gentle kisses with tiny flicks of his tongue as he slowly pumped his finger inside him. When he sensed that Chris was ready he added a second finger with the same deliberate slow pace. Keeping his movements gentle, he moved his mouth to suck on Chris' collarbone as he crooked his fingers inside him, finally bumping against his prostate. **** He'd noticed the increasing tenseness in Shawn's frame, despite the fact that he was facing away from him and knew without a doubt that he was thinking of Hunter. A lot of things hinged on what would come out of the talk the two of them were going to have, a talk that was going to happen whether Hunter wanted it to or not. Even if it didn't happen this morning, Dave knew that Shawn was going to corner Hunter and try to get the truth from him. He just hoped that the confrontation wouldn't end up becoming physical...both Shawn and Hunter were as stubborn as they came. As he finished buttoning his shirt, leaving the top two buttons open, he looked up to find Shawn's eyes on him. Trying not to feel self-conscious, he reached for his shoes and socks, intending to sit down and put them on. "Aren't you worried that somebody will think something happened?" He froze for just a second before picking up his shoes and standing back up. He thought that Shawn had been joking, but he could sense the underlying tension in the question. Dave knew that he wasn't worried about it, but was Shawn? Hoping that that wasn't the case, Dave settled himself on the edge of the chair somehow managing to keep his face from showing his concern. "No," he said firmly as he pulled on one sock. He looked up at Shawn then and shrugged. "If I were worried about what other people think, I'd never have answered the phone last night." He reached for his other sock and pulled it on as he continued speaking, partly as an excuse to hide the extent of the truth from showing in his eyes. "The only way that I'd be worried about it, is if you were worried about someone thinking that." Dave finally risked a look at Shawn, hoping that he wouldn’t find any signs of worry on his face. "If you are, then you can check the halls to make sure no one's looking before I walk out the door," he said jokingly, sincerely hoping that Shawn wouldn't want to do so. **** Scott finally allowed himself the smile he'd been fighting to hold back once Kevin entered the bathroom. He'd been having a lovely dream about Kevin, lying on a private beach with him and watching the waves from the ocean crashing over the sand, when he'd been pulled to awareness by the feeling of Kevin pushing his hair from his face. He'd wanted to smile immediately when he felt Kevin's gentle kiss against his forehead, but he hadn't dared let it show. Kevin would probably grumble if he knew that Scott had done the same thing a thousand times...pretending to be asleep while in his arms, soaking up the unexpected touches. Kevin always showed him affection and gentleness, unless gentleness wasn't a part of the plan, but the fact that Kev did so even when he thought Scott was sleeping meant more to him than Kevin would ever know. It was times like that that he truly felt the depth of Kevin's love for him and he was so thankful that such a good man would feel that way about him. He'd continued to feign sleep as Kevin carefully tucked the blankets around him and crawled out of the bed. Scott had watched through slitted eyes as Kevin gathered his clothes from the suitcase without turning on the lights. He most definitely would have grumbled about stumbling around in the dark when Scott was clearly awake. Scott had barely managed to suppress a snicker over his careful trek across the room. Once Kevin was out of sight, Scott felt safe to let the goofy smile free. God, did he love that man. Last night had been incredible despite the emotional issues they'd both had to face. First Kevin making love to him, then Scott making love to Kevin. Scott had relished every moment of their private time together. After reassuring Kevin that he still loved him despite his blunder with Hunter, he had finally been able to have the pleasure of using his mouth to bring Kevin to completion, swallowing his essence even as he had prepared Kevin to accept him. He had nearly lost it as soon as he'd pushed slowly into Kevin's tight heat, the way Kevin held onto him the only thing preventing it. He'd held onto a slow pace as long as he could, wanting to give Kevin as much pleasure as he'd been given earlier. When he'd finally exploded inside Kevin, he'd shouted his lover's name. Hearing Kevin start up the shower, Scott stretched his back before he climbed out of bed. He bypassed the suitcase, figuring he could get his things after they were finished. Scott slipped into the bathroom and watched as Kevin's head dipped back into the water, his hand wrapped tightly around his swollen cock. Moving quietly, Scott slipped into the shower behind Kevin. As he pressed the front of his body up against Kevin's back, he gently pulled Kevin's hand away from its task. "I believe that belongs to me, Kev," he said silkily as he pressed gentle kisses along Kevin's spine. "And I don't recall giving you permission to play with it," he said, smothering his grin against Kevin's shoulder as his hand stroked slowly over Kevin's hip. "So I guess I'll just have to punish you." As he finished speaking he wrapped his hand loosely around Kevin's hard shaft, giving him a few slow strokes even as his other hand landed stingingly on Kevin's ass. **** As Adam's fingers moved and stretched him, Chris sunk his teeth into his lower lip to stifle the terribly uncontrolled moan threatening to escape him. For some reason he wanted to be a bit less vocal in bed with Adam than normal. Not that he didn't think the gorgeous man beneath him wouldn't like it, he honestly had no idea what Adam would and wouldn't like, but he almost felt he needed to be on his best behaviour. Screaming and coming after the man touched his prostate for the first time wasn't exactly how he wanted this to go. Still, he could lose himself in sensation without totally going off the deep end, particularly if he drew Adam with him. The glorious skin pressed against him was so smooth and warm that CJ could see a full body massage in future somewhere. Another brush of Adam's fingers sent tingles, like tiny electric shocks, up his spine from his ass to his skull. In retaliation he tightened his fingers around Adam's shaft and gently rubbed his palm across the weeping head. He almost wanted to slide back and swallow Adam deep down into his throat, but another part of his body needed that hot hard shaft even more. Eventually the tormenting feel of Adam's talented fingers became too much and Chris pulled back and way from their sensual probing. He frankly didn't care if he was ready because he wanted Adam in him right now. They all said he was bossy... so be it. "Want so you much Lover, want you so deep inside you'll never find your way out. You dreamed...? God damn Adam you are my wet dreams come to life Babe..." Bracing himself with one hand on Adam's shoulder, CJ rose up on his knees, pressed his forehead against Adam's and lined up Adam's cock with his hole. His own body practically vibrating with need, Chris could feel the way his lover trembled and tilted his head to press his lips to Adams' as he lowered his hips onto the swollen length. He knew what to do to accept Adam's hardness inside him and CJ did it, exhaling and relaxing as he slowly sank down. It burned a little and the pressure was intense but Chris felt the friction turn to pleasure because it was Adam inside him, Adam's solid length bringing forth those revealing moans and whimpers. God he loved this position, he could look straight into Adam's burning green eyes and lean forward to almost touch their lips together. But not quite. Chris stopped with just a breath between them. He brushed his fingers over Adam's face and smile at the desire that burned there. So slowly it almost ached, CJ lifted himself up until just the tip of Adam's cock still rested in his body. Hands tightening on the headboard behind Adam's shoulders, Chris pressed down hard, grinding their hips together. The air hissed through his teeth at the hot glide of his lover's incredible cock pushed back into him. "So good... good... God Adam…" With that husky utterance CJ rode Adam's sex, drawing the flesh in and out of his body in a decadent wild rhythm. **** The beep, beep, beep of Ric's watch slowly roused Hunter from another awful dream. This time he'd been watching Vince drown Scott in alcohol while Dave and Shawn slow danced in a WWE ring. Laying back with his head cushioned by the pillows, Hunter examined the ceiling and wondered about his issue with his father-in-law. He actually didn't blame Vince for Scott's problems with the bottle, there was a hell of a lot more than just his work that made Scott an alcoholic. But Vince could have handled Scott's time in the WWE better, and god was that an understatement. Hunter had only once felt more helpless that day in Vince's office. He'd been on the verge of threatening to quit himself over the issue, but V.K McMahon had seen the look in his protégé's eyes and by his body language alone flat out dared him to do it. Hunter hadn't spoke a word, just turned on his heel and left. After the terrible fight with Kevin he'd almost made the phone call to do it anyway. To prove to Kevin and himself that he'd go into bat for his family, that he wasn't so protective of his own fucking career that he'd ignore Scott's. Once again he hadn't. In the end it had been the right thing to do. For all that Scott had nearly killed himself a short while later, his subsequent break up with Kevin and time in detox had actually helped him to get better. Hunter was still, even months later, so damn worried about Scott all the time. So worried that he had to stop himself from interfering in their careers to try and help them. He'd found out the hard way that meddling in the contracts of the various members of the Clique just made thing worse, not better. Hunter heard Ric moving around, but was too focused on the deep throbbing beginning to develop in his frontal lobe and his memories to acknowledge him. The blond man muttered that he was too old to be a baby-sitter, told Hunter if he had to puke to use the toilet and something vague about Shawn. Then he left. God... Shawn. With awful clarity, he remembered last night. The conversation in the limousine and Dave and Shawn's faces causing Hunter to sit up suddenly. Then causing him to clutch his head and whimper at the staggering pain that wracked his skull. Fortunately his choice of whiskey had the distinct purpose of causing a massive drunk without the resulting nausea. His headache, however, was another matter. Stripping off clumsily Hunter walked very slowly into the bathroom. Setting the shower for the hottest he could stand without scalding himself, Hunt loaded a toothbrush and set about scrubbing away the fur residue of whiskey on his teeth. He probably wouldn't survive the day in this condition, but at least he'd be clean doing it. **** "If I were worried about what other people think, I'd never have answered the phone last night." Dave's immediate response reassured Shawn, and he smiled tightly, his control on his temper holding on by a very thin thread. "...then you can check the halls to make sure no one's looking before I walk out the door." Shaking his head, Shawn walked over to where Dave sat and crouched down in front of him, one hand on his knee as he met his gaze. "Not a chance. If anything, Dave, I'd love to go out there shouting that you spend the night with me last night. But then, shame isn't something that I've got a lot of acquaintance with," he said with another smile. "I just... I wasn't sure if you wouldn't be bothered by other people assuming..." His voice trailed off, and he shrugged, rising to his feet. "Good." He pressed a quick kiss to Dave's temple, then turned to his suitcase and grabbed clothing out of it, heading into the bathroom to change. Normally he would've just stripped down in the main room, but all things considered, he thought it was better not to tempt either of them too much. And honestly, his libido had rapidly cooled down as his temper started to flare. He could feel his fingers shaking a little as he pulled on his shirt... from anger. He was practically vibrating, fury pulsing through him with every breath. While he had a reputation that he'd probably never live down, one thing he wasn't known for was lying, and it was something he had limited tolerance for from others. Not telling Hunter about his feelings for him probably counted in some weird way as a lie, but since he'd never had any indication that they would be welcome... Shawn shook his head sharply as he buttoned his jeans. No. He'd made it a point to always be honest with his family, and the fact that he knew Hunter had looked him in the face last night and lied to him... especially about something as important as this... They were going to get this resolved, and get it done now, if it killed him to do it. He couldn't move on until he knew the truth, and now he had a reason to move on: Dave. If Hunter, through some ungodly twist of fate, decided to tell him that he loved him just as much---Shawn snorted at the thought even as his heart clenched in pain---then they'd have to sit down and figure out if they were going to be able to do anything about it. If they did, then they were going to have to talk about Dave, because Shawn was sure that the big man had feelings for both of them, although he wasn't taking any bets on what exactly they were. If Hunt told him the same thing he had last night---and Shawn thought that that was much more likely to happen, given how things normally worked out for him, and the lack of any real sign of that kind of feeling from Hunt for the last decade---then at least Shawn could turn to Dave without feeling like he was using the man. Dave had told him that he wouldn't play second fiddle, and he never wanted him to feel that he was. Regardless, he was more than interested in moving ahead with Dave, exploring this new possibility. If that exploration included Hunter... well, he certainly wasn't going to complain. He just wasn't sure how Dave would react to the idea. Walking out of the bathroom, he glanced around the room, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was practically bouncing with anger, constantly moving, shifting his weight... As much as he'd love to have Dave fulfill that little promise from last night about brushing his hair out, as much as he'd like nothing more than a leisurely morning of lying in bed with the big man... he couldn't. Not right now. Not with this fury inside him. With a sudden sharp jerk, he headed for the door, decided. He was damned well going to go down to Hunter's room right now and have it out with him. If he waited, he'd lose his best chance at getting the truth from Hunt, and he could draw boundless support from his anger to help him out. Only when he reached the door did he realise that he'd been muttering under his breath the entire time. One hand on the doorknob, he swung around to look at Dave, knowing that his emotions were probably visible a mile away at the moment. "I'm going to talk to Hunter, Dave. You can come with if you want, but it won't be pretty." Walking through the door, realising as soon as he felt the carpet under his feet that he was barefoot and not giving a shit, he headed down the hall. Hunter was at the other end of the floor in a suite. The only thing that meant to Shawn at the moment was that he was less likely to be interrupted by irate neighbours during the yelling that he knew was about to happen. Stalking down the hallway, focusing on his anger, he became aware of Dave following him as they passed the elevators and couldn't help the tiny quirk of his lips. So short a time, and yet Dave was already showing more than just a crush. Too bad he'd prompted this particular scene; his motives had been good, but Shawn briefly felt sorry for him for being involved before pushing the emotion away. He had to concentrate on Hunter, or he'd lose his focus and walk away. Dealing with his problems directly wasn't something he'd ever been good at, and if he lost the anger that was filling him, he'd never have the courage to do this. Stopping in front of the door, he just stared at it for a second. If Hunter tried to dodge the question this time, he really was going to beat the shit out of him. Raising his fist, he hammered on the door, almost gleeful that it was an ungodly early hour of the morning, and realised he was growling. Narrowing his eyes, he raised his voice, not caring if the entire hotel heard him. "Open the goddamned door, Hunt, and open it now, you son of a bitch!" **** to be continued... |