"ITVR: Chapter 18"
Releases.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Dave shook his head, barely able to withhold a laugh. He'd been right about Hunter's assumptions and from his little speech just there, he'd also been right about him being pricked by the little green-eyed monster. If Hunter hadn't been suffering the effects of his overindulgence, Dave was pretty sure he wouldn't have given away quite so much of his feelings. The mask of 'the Game' was starting to slip and it would probably only take a few more sharp prods by Shawn before Hunter tossed it away completely. Shawn's timing for this confrontation had been dead on, but Dave was feeling a little badly that Hunter was working with a misconception. Not that he hadn't wanted desperately to do exactly what Hunter thought he and Shawn had done, but they hadn't. And until Hunter finally told Shawn the truth, they wouldn't take things any farther than what they had. If he and Shawn did end up together, Dave didn't want any lingering emotional issues with Hunter to cloud their relationship, but before that was even possible they had to settle things here. Taking a few steps further into the room, he looked at the man staring out the balcony window before slanting his eyes at Shawn. He wasn't sure that Shawn wanted him to clear up Hunter's misconception, but he felt the need to do it anyway. "Hunter, as much as I would love to let you assume that what you're thinking is true, it's not. Whatever you think happened last night, it didn't." Moving a little closer to the pair just in case things exploded like he thought they might, he assumed his previous relaxed position against a different wall. "So please, get your head out of your ass. Every one of us in this room already knows you lied. Be 'the man' and tell him why." **** Chris was absolutely gorgeous at any point in time, but the way he was smiling at him at that particular moment pushed him straight from gorgeous to breathtaking. The way Chris was arching into his touch almost made him regret asking Chris to be gentle... after all gentle meant slow and he was already burning with the need to have Chris inside him. "Turn around please" It hadn't been a command, but then where Chris was concerned, Adam didn't need it to be. He shivered as he felt the gentle kisses across his shoulders and reached for the shower wall for support. The kisses feathered over each buttock surprised him, his thighs clenching tightly in anticipation of whatever else Chris might do. The soapy fingers brushing over his muscles made him sigh quietly... so nice. Even with the warning kiss at the base of his spine, he hadn't really been prepared for what happened next. As Chris' hot wet tongue swiped over his tender flesh, his head dropped against his arm and a low moan was torn from his throat. Chris caressed his skin with his tongue and Adam spread his legs further apart automatically, opening himself wider to his lover's questing tongue. He barely noticed the insertion of Chris' finger, except for the bolt of electricity that ricocheted up and down his spine. In no time at all he was begging for more, his voice husky with desire, as he thrust back against that single digit. Chris took his own sweet time with his stretching and Adam had a hard time remembering that Chris was just following his own order. Chris' tongue swiping over the edge of his hole around his fingers had Adam tossing his head back in a near wail and he knew he wasn't going to be able to take much more without exploding all over the shower wall. "Chris... have to stop... don't want to..." Hoping that Chris would understand his broken words, he bit his lip on a whine as Chris' fingers slipped against his prostate once more. He almost whimpered from the loss as Chris removed his fingers and turned on shaky legs to reach a hand down to help Chris from the floor of the shower. "Bed... now." Okay so maybe he wasn't quite done with commands, but Chris hadn't seemed to mind earlier so he wasn't going to worry about it. He wrapped his arms around Chris' waist and leaned down to kiss him passionately even as he was stepping backwards out of the shower. He groaned as he backed into the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, Chris' hip brushing against his aching length. Finally maneuvering through the doorway, he broke the lip-lock and moved on to the curve of Chris' neck. Mumbling against the smooth golden skin almost incoherently between gentle nips and soothing licks, he snagged his wallet en route off the dresser where he'd tossed it after the visit from room service. "Need you, sweetheart... fuck gentle... just want you..." He'd finally managed to pull a second packet of lube from his wallet with his blind fumbling behind Chris' back. As the back of his knees hit the mattress behind him, he sank down on the edge and ripped the packet open with his teeth before squirting it into his hand. He quickly smoothed the lube over the length of Chris' cock. "Need you inside me, Chris... now." Adam slid backwards onto the bed not caring that they were still dripping from the shower. He couldn't even remember turning the water off, but that wasn't important right now. The only thing that mattered was having Chris inside him... branding him... claiming him. As he looked up into Chris' bright blue eyes, he tempered his commanding tone with a simple plea, hoping that it would gain him what he sought that much sooner. "Please..." **** The way that Benoit was blushing was altogether too cute. It made him wistful in a way because he hadn't been able to make Kev blush like that in years. He'd tried on many occasions, just because his lover was so damn cute when it actually happened. He sighed internally... oh well, nothing said he couldn't keep right on trying. "...But then my belt always was bigger." Scott barely suppressed a snicker over that... damn braggart. Leave it to Kevin to point out that particular fact. The hand on his shoulder made him smile even wider. At least Kev wasn't sore at him over the comments to the waitress, though Scott had wondered there for a moment. "...But at least that way we got to look at them in the mirror." Scott shivered as he recalled a few times they had looked at them in the mirror... in a rather unique way. Scott smiled at the stunned look on Benoit's face. They'd get old Benny to loosen up yet. Scott realized he was having a great time talking with Kev and the other two. They'd have to make a point of doing it again soon. Not that they didn't have fun with the rest of the family, but the rest of the guys, excluding Sean who seemed to be on a constant sugar high, hadn't been in the best of moods lately. It was just nice for once not having to spend every moment worrying about what was going on with them. Though Scott knew that after breakfast they'd be back to dealing with family issues, for a few minutes they didn't have to dwell on it. Scott smiled again as he saw the waitress approaching. The girl was pretty damn smart and Scott had a feeling she was going to make a point of saying something to Kev. And damn she didn't let him down. "Don't want you to be too... uncomfortable, sugar." Scott couldn't help the bubble of laughter that burst out of him. It was just too funny. Scott raised a hand to his mouth and muffled the last few chuckles as he noticed that Kevin had actually just turned the most delightful shade of pink. His mouth dropped open behind his hand. Now? Kev picked now of all times to finally give him the reaction he'd been trying to provoke for god knows how long? Of course it would be when he wasn't in any condition to take advantage of it. He watched Kev spear a bite of his omelet with a little more force than necessary and had a feeling Kev wasn't so happy about his own reaction. Maybe if he let Kev know exactly how much he had enjoyed it, it would take away some of the sting. "Sort of a... home brew, but it works every time." He listened with one ear to Eddie's comments, a smile on his face and in his eyes as he lowered his hand down and placed it on Kevin's upper thigh. He squeezed firmly before letting his hand slide slowly up and down from knee to just below his groin. "God, Kev," he said almost in a whisper, his reaction to Kev's condition completely evident in the husky tone of his voice even at the low level. "Tastes good, too, even if he says it could use less salt sometimes." Scott smirked at the deepening blush that Benoit was now sporting, even though his mind was anywhere but at that table at the moment. Regardless of the fact that he and Kev had managed three times last night, Scott was pretty damn sure that he could have gone again. He was seriously considering dragging Kev back to their room whether they were done with breakfast or not. He speared a bite of his eggs and decided that they would have to wait. Even if Kev were up for another round, they still had to talk to Hunter before they left for the airport and they definitely needed to check on Shawn. **** "So I didn't fucking lie about anything I said right?" Shawn had to bite back a snort of unamused laughter. Looked like The Game wasn't doing too well today; the hand rubbing at his forehead was one clue, but the inadvertent emotional outburst was a bigger one. Usually Hunt was far more controlled than this... apparently he'd picked the perfect time for this little dialogue. If Hunt was caught up with his headache and hangover, he'd be much more likely to tell Shawn what he wanted to know. "Every one of us in this room already knows you lied. Be 'the man' and tell him why." Blinking, Shawn cast a quick glance at Dave, noting that he'd moved closer. Probably to grab one of them if it came to blows... which he was pretty sure it would. He knew how badly he wanted to hit Hunt right now, at least, and if he pushed Hunter hard enough, he'd probably feel the same way. Dave had just shown more mercy than he was capable of right now, too. He'd've been perfectly willing to let his "best friend" think that he and Dave had screwed each other blind the night before if it would help get him talking. No, he really wasn't a very nice person when he was angry. But even Dave's muted concern had been kind of nasty there at the end, poking directly at Hunt's most vulnerable spot---his ego. Shawn moved closer to Hunter, stopping only inches away, seeing the incredible tenseness in that familiar body. A slight pang went through him as he let his eyes linger briefly on the bronzed skin, wishing he could reach out and touch... He stomped on the thought, reminding himself that he'd been able to touch it for years, for all the good it had done him. "Oh no, Hunter. I know you told the truth about that." His voice was low, controlled... vibrating with anger. "It's the part about not being in love with me that I have problems with." Glaring at Hunter's stiff back, Shawn circled slowly to the side as he spoke, each word falling sharply from his lips, designed to hit the heart. "See, if you're not in love with me... why are you jealous of Dave?" Step. "Why do you spend nights in bed with me to make sure I'll sleep when I'm lonely?" Step. "Why did you hold me while I cried after Mark left me?" Pause. Deep shuddery breath. That had hurt more than he thought it would, but then it hadn't been a wonderful time in his life, either. Mark was the only other person he'd cared about as much as he had Hunter, and when Mark had ended their relationship after his forced retirement, it had hurt. Hunter had been his saving grace that summer, always there for support, both emotional and physical. Looking at where they stood now, Shawn's eyes closed briefly in pain before he steeled himself again, drawing on the rage still boiling inside to keep going. Step. "Why do you stay up all night with me when my back hurts?" Step. Finally, a glimpse of Hunter's face. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pain written on that face; he couldn't tell how much was from the hangover and how much might be from the situation, but... as much as he wanted to wrap his arms around Hunter, hold him, make it better... most of him was screaming in bloodthirsty gleeful triumph. Right now, he wanted Hunt to hurt, to know how much he was hurting. "Why did you get plowed last night when you never drink?" He took a deep breath, pushing away the burning sensation at the back of his eyes, embracing the anger that his renewed pain was feeding. "Why are you trying your damnedest to push me away, Hunt?" Shit. He hadn't meant to let that raw edge of pain show in his voice. His fingers twitched again as he watched Hunter standing there motionless, nonresponsive. His fingernails dug into his palms as his pain flared into anger, feeding the fire. He wanted so badly to reach out and... scream. Cry. Hit. Something, anything, to get that stone face to crack. **** "Harder, babe..." Glen's brow raised slightly as he redoubled his efforts to give Sean what he wanted. Clenching one hand on the headboard, he practically slammed his length inside his lover. "Oh yeah, just like that." Moving his other hand from its spot on the bed next to Sean's head, he wrapped it firmly around Sean's swollen leaking cock drawing yet another cry from his lover. "So good babe... fucking love your hands... faster." It always amazed Glen how damn vocal Sean was during sex, not that he going to complain about it. He wasn't sure what exactly Sean wanted faster, so he increased both the speed of his thrusts and the speed of his hand stroking Sean's shaft. Biting his lip and hoping the pain would stave off his own impending release, Glen threw in a twist of his wrist at the end of each stroke. He was damn well determined that Sean was going to finish first tonight. "Oh god... Glen!" Sean's passionate cry echoed loudly in the room, the same as Glen's had earlier. His back arched at an almost impossible angle as he sprayed his seed over Glen's hand. He panted harshly as he slumped back on the bed just in time for Glen to slam into him one last time with a roar as he reached completion. The weight of Glen collapsing gently against his chest was comforting rather than smothering, his lover holding part of his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing him. "Sean... one of these days... you're going to kill me." Glen complained good-naturedly. "Way too much energy." His comment followed by a gentle kiss on the lips, Glen rolled them over so that Sean was on top of him. "So are you saying I shouldn't wake you up early to return the favor?" Sean asked as he sprawled on top of Glen's chest. "No I'm not saying that... I'm not dead yet, am I?" Glen grinned as he ran a gentle hand through Sean's hair. "Love you, Sean." "Love you too, Glen." Sean's declaration was followed by an extended yawn. Seemed Sean's energy wasn't endless after all. Glen closed his eyes, a smile on his face as he followed Sean into slumber. **** Staring down at his plate as he chewed, Kevin tried to control his embarrassment. He was almost horrified that he'd just blushed... in public, just to make it that much worse. Hearing Scott's laughter didn't make him feel any better, either. Normally he was so controlled... normally he could laugh off comments like that. Apparently this morning was affecting him more than he'd realised. Sighing a little, he speared another piece of omelet, wondering why he was so surprised. Scotty was always... well, clingy, after something like that. Not that he minded; in fact, he appreciated it because it made him feel needed... Blinking, he cast a glance at Scott even as Eddie's words finally penetrated his mental haze. Shaking his head a little, a small smile creeping across his lips, he wondered if Scott was enjoying the after effects of their time this morning as much as he would've if he were in his place. They had rushed out of the room afterward. Normally, when he took control like that, he would spend time afterward just holding Scott, maybe talking with him. But this morning he'd been so focused on the day ahead... and to be honest, denying that he'd really had any lingering effects from the scene... Faintly surprised that Scott hadn't jumped into the obvious opening Eddie had left and said something about Kevin already having tried that particular remedy, he almost jumped when he felt a touch on his thigh. Recognising the touch immediately, he relaxed again, a pleasantly warm shiver running through him at the teasing touch. If he were ten years younger, he'd be dragging Scott back upstairs right now... "God, Kev." A muffled groan escaped him at those words, the huskiness of Scott's voice shooting straight down to his cock. He twitched in his chair, the pain in his ass suddenly mutating into a different feeling. Apparently Scotty did appreciate his reaction. Feeling his blush finally start to fade, he realised that knowing that made all the difference in the world. Maybe he was too controlling; he teased Scott mercilessly at times, but he couldn't seem to take even a mild joke himself... at least, not today. Maybe spending some time in each other's arms wouldn't be a bad idea after all. He definitely needed some time to wrap his mind around things; he'd never reacted quite like this before. Of course, things had changed with their relationship since last time they'd done something like it, so it made sense. Probably. Leaning closer to Scott, he put a hand on his lover's shoulder and said softly, "What do you say we head back to our room after this? We can hunt down the others later... after we spend a little more time together." Hoping that Scotty would understand what he meant, he sat back---wincing again---and tried to finish his breakfast without looking too obviously like he was hurrying. **** Deep inside Hunter something wanted to scream in agony. Something else wanted to wrap itself around Shawn and bask in the warmth it found there forever. Another something looked at Dave then withered to death in shame. Why...? Why...? Why...? Shawn just kept coming at him, both physically and verbally. Relentless in his logic and his awful, probing questions. Why had Hunter done any of those things? It had been so obvious to everyone but Shawn, even Dave had seen it and he'd only known the man a year. Being best friends with Shawn meant more than just laughing and crying together... it meant knowing. Knowing what the other person would do in any given situation. And Hunter knew Shawn. The Heartbreaker would just kept pushing and pushing till Hunt gave in or ran away. He knew he'd never make it to the door, he was trapped. It was just the final, fucking goddamned straw. “Damn you Shawn,” Hunter muttered, his eyes on the city just rising before them. “Damn YOU!” He swung around to face his nemesis, his beloved, his...what? “Fine! You want the truth Shawn? Really?” He stepped forward right into Shawn’s space. “Then fucking FINE! Of course I love you. Love you. Yes that’s right. It’s only ever been you Shawn. YOU. Not Joanie, not Steph. YOU! For nine fucking years I’ve loved you, wanted you, goddamned needed you. But we were friends first. My best friend in the whole goddamn world. Do you know how important that is to me? So important I was willing to give up anything to keep that. I thought if I tried anything I’d lose what we had and I wasn’t fucking prepared to take that risk. Call me a damn coward if you want. I have... every damn day. But it was okay, because I knew… I KNEW you didn’t feel the same. Bret, Mark… they were the guys you loved. The guys you flirted with… them... not me.” Hunter knew he sounded childish, but he didn’t care right now, didn’t care about anything anymore. “And then last night… you tell me you love me… me? That you have for years. I wanted to fucking die in that limo last night Shawn. If I had known that ten years ago, I would be different right now. I wouldn’t have sold out, I wouldn’t be married to a woman who doesn’t love me and at war with half the fucking locker room. I would be so much better… if I’d known." He paused to suck in a lungful of air that sounded disastrously like a sob. "But I didn’t... And I’m not, Shawn. So go be with Dave. He’s better than both of us combined.” But even after this, this catharsis, the pain was too much, too huge to contain. Turning violently from Shawn he threw his entire weight and power behind his punch. Straight into the wall. But it didn’t help… so he pulled his arm back a second time to try and drown one pain with another. **** CJ was feeling slightly off-kilter and definitely more turned on than he'd ever been as he looked down at Adam's fingers smoothing lubricant on his erect shaft. The last few moments had been a lovely blur of motion, kissing, tongue, Adam and bed. He'd been so caught up in the taste and feel of preparing Adam in the shower, that he'd almost lost his balance when the taller man had turned and pulled him to his feet. Adam had tasted so very sweet. Yes, sweet. Really. Maybe it was the foamy bath soap or the residue of their previous love making, but the ass he'd just gone to town on had been like ambrosia. It had. Chris had worked first one finger then another into the tight hole, trying to loosen Adam as slowly and pleasantly as humanly possible. Even though he'd been rock hard, it actually hadn't been difficult to suppress his urge to just fuck, fuck, fuck and take the time to make things perfect. To be a gentle, considerate lover and savour the honour his beloved had bestowed upon him. Till Adam decided to turn the tables and forcibly drag him out of the shower. fuck gentle... just want you Right, not gentle bestowing lover then. Okay, but what about...? The thought died a miserable death in Chris' head as Adam clumsily waltzed them out of the bathroom towards the bed. He'd be sure to kiss any bruise he found later on. Then Adam lay back on the bed, skin still glistening with droplets from their aborted shower. A dream come true. Such a magnificent possibility spread out before him like a feast for his senses and CJ wanted to touch every unheeded drop with his tongue, taste every inch of smooth, warm skin. Maybe later. Right now Adam was ready in a way that Chris had never hoped he'd be. Prepared, willing and wanting. First, he just wanted to kiss those soft, soft lips. To convey his affection and desire to Adam before he gave into the other man's desperate need. Putting one knee on the bed between Adam's legs, CJ leaned over and lowered his weight onto his forearms as they bracketed Adam's head. Their lips fitted together so perfectly, so completely. A seamless joining that Chris' body soon partnered Adam's in restlessly wanting to duplicate. Without breaking his contact with soft lips and agile tongue, Chris lowered his hips onto Adam's so his slick sex rubbed against a long thigh. Using his hand to guide his cock into position, CJ pretended a slow penetration until Adam's insistent moan against his lips moved him to push forward in one clean, hard stroke. All of a sudden everything just meshed together. Adam's hard lean body pressed against Chris' in all the right places. The tight channel around his cock, so warm it sent prickles of fire from CJ's brain to his toes. Lifting back just enough to breath into Adam's mouth, Chris focused for a moment on not coming straight away. It took more like five moments, but eventually, he found his control and began to pull back and thrust into Adam in earnest. "Fuck gentle?" he asked between kisses. "You say the sweetest things lover." Heat built, a rhythm was found and, all the while, Chris drank deeply from that wonderful mouth. Bracing himself on one arm, CJ snaked a hand down between their sweating, urgent bodies and curled his fingers around Adam's swollen length. Rubbing his fist up and down the damp, velvet skin, Chris timed his actions to his thrusts, watching Adam's face to judge his reactions. Ahh then. So. Squeezing the base of Adam's shaft when he pulled his cock out made Adam's eyelids flutter and his moans to take on that deep, wild tone. Knowing he couldn't last very long at this vigorous rate, Chris kept his hand moving as he let himself fall into his own passionate build up. Adam's warmth, his willingness was pulling him back into his own personal heaven. Adam's taste, lush, vital and astonishingly spicy, was ready to send him over. This close, this deep just didn't seem close enough. Chris rocked his lean hips, faster and harder, his strong rhythm becoming more erratic as he dragged them closer to completion. Totally lost to the tightness surrounding his aching member and the look of wild abandon on Adam's face, Chris leaned back in to rejoin their searing kiss. He thrust his tongue in deeply demanding forays that could easily have been violent if not for the fact that it was so damned erotic. And Adam didn't seem to mind. The pressure built quickly, the intensity and the expectation so strong that, for a moment, Chris was slightly afraid of it. Till he let go freely, his hand desperately bringing Adam to orgasm before his own movements finally sent his soul back into that blistering white hot room. **** Dave watched as Shawn ticked off each item on his list with another step in a tightly controlled circle around Hunter. He couldn't help feeling almost sorry for Hunter. The man might not be showing any physical reaction to Shawn's words... not so much as a flinch...but the pain Shawn's words were inflicting was clearly evident on his face, in his eyes. Dave swallowed harshly as he let his eyes shift to Shawn. He would certainly be feeling sorrier for Hunter if it weren't for the echoing pain reflected in Shawn. It showed plainly in his eyes, in the way he held his hands clenched so tightly, and it was evident in the raw tone of his voice as he asked his final question. Dave could tell just by looking at the man that Shawn was itching to jump on Hunter and beat the truth out of him. He tensed, ready to jump between the two when necessary. It was no longer a matter of if... this confrontation was going to become physical. All of a sudden Hunter just seemed to explode. The anger and hurt finally cut loose in a magnificent display. Dave wasn't sure how to react. The truth was finally out there. Hunter loved Shawn. He'd known... hell he'd helped push Hunter to the point of admitting it. It didn't make hearing it any easier. He could feel the presence of Hunter's hurt in the air over the choices he'd made because he hadn't known that Shawn felt the same way about him. He refused to let himself linger on the ramifications that this was going to have on his own future. Even as Hunter turned to slam his fist into the wall, Dave was pushing away from the wall he'd been leaning against. The damn fool was going to break his damn hand and that wasn't going to help mitigate the pain... not to mention that Dave couldn't stand the thought of Hunter hurting himself any more than he was already hurting right now. Approaching Hunter from behind, Dave banded his arms around Hunter's, even as he tried to take a second swing at the wall. "Hunter, stop that! You're going to break your damn hand. You may have done things that you regret, but that doesn't mean it's too late. Shawn loves you despite your faults and if I were you I'd stop whining and bitching because you've made mistakes and just be happy that he does love you. As far as me being better than either of you, believe me... I'm not. I'd be damn happy to have either of you feel that way about me." Whoops. He had not meant to let that slip, but he couldn't stand letting Hunter think he was completely noble when it came to things he'd done. Hiding his face against the back of Hunter's neck, he took a deep breath and finished a bit more quietly. "Instead of getting angry over the time you've missed, think about what you'd have to look forward to if you let yourself take the chance. You two belong together Hunter. Don't let your pride stand in the way of that." Even though he felt a twinge over trying to push the two of them together, he knew it was the right thing to do. Hunter and Shawn belonged together... if they could get past all the hurt. Dave hoped for their sakes that they could even as he pushed away an impending sense of panic. He had this feeling that he shouldn't have touched Hunter... shouldn't have touched him at all. **** "Of course I love you. Love you." Shawn's vision narrowed, disbelief nearly overwhelming him as he stared at Hunter, frozen to the spot in stunned shock. The words he'd wanted to hear for so long... the words he'd dreamed of hearing... "I wanted to fucking die in that limo last night Shawn." The shaking in his body increased as his anger drained away, Hunter's words slamming into him like physical blows. He flinched back from Hunter's explosive rage, the unexpected sob wrenching at his heart. Nine years? Hunt had hidden this for nine years? He was a far better actor than anyone gave him credit for, Shawn thought numbly. It had taken this much, this combination of circumstances to force the admission out of him, and now... Now Hunt was telling him to be with Dave? Because he wasn't good enough? As he stood there trying to absorb the overwhelming admission, he jumped as Hunt's fist slammed into the wall, rattling the painting hanging there. Dave moved damn quickly for such a big man, grabbing him before he could do any real damage. "I'd be damn happy to have either of you feel that way about me." Shawn blinked. He couldn't cope with the statement at the moment, but he filed it away for later reference. That was definitely something that would have to be dealt with, since it was pretty obvious from Dave's stance that Shawn wasn't the only member of the Clique the big man had feelings for. "Don't let your pride stand in the way of that." Pride... it hadn't been pride that had kept him from telling Hunter the truth nine years ago. It had been fear; fear and the obviously mistaken belief that Hunt couldn't possibly feel that way about another man. Shawn blinked again as he stared at Hunter, flushed and panting, straining against Dave's hold on him. It was Hunter's pride that was trying to drive him away still. Pride that was interfering with something that he'd dreamt of for a decade. Pride that was refusing to see what was standing right in front of him... hell, what was standing right behind him! Finally finding his voice again, he took a step toward the two men. "You... you..." Words failed him as he stared at his best friend. He was still shocked, but somehow not surprised, and that... that brought his rage boiling back up; rage at the situation, at their mutual blindness... at Hunter's goddamned ego still standing in their way. "You stupid, arrogant, blind son of a bitch!" he growled, yanking on Dave's arm to turn the two around. Leaning in, he glared at Hunter, his vision blurring for an instant before going crystal-clear. He saw the pain, the anger in Hunter's eyes, and knew that his own were more than a match. But damned if Hunt was going to blame him for the choices he'd made! "Don't you fucking dare blame me for what you've done. If you'd ever even dropped a hint, a single word..." His voice gave out again as he realised that there were tears in his eyes, his pain overtaking his anger, mingling with it, creating an unnamable maelstrom of emotion. His fingers itched. Shaking his head to try to clear his vision, he acted purely on instinct. He blinked almost dumbly as he watched Hunter's head rock back, the skin turning red almost immediately. Only the sharp tingling pain in his hand made him realise what he'd done. It wasn't enough. "You bastard... you selfish lying asshole!" he snarled, his body tensing, the anger and the shock and the pain overwhelming him, smashing what little control he still had. Before he could stop himself, he'd tackled the blond, sending all three of them crashing to the floor. He was still snarling at Hunter although he couldn't understand his own words, and he was pummeling him mercilessly, almost blind through the tears that he couldn't seem to stop. **** to be continued... |