"ITVR: Chapter 21"
Agreements.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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The strong fingers stroked up and down, pausing at the round, soft head, before sliding down once again. Red tinged skin was slick and glistening, catching the little shimmers of light from behind the window curtains. Adam's hand was moving with such absolute, aching slowness that CJ began to gently rock his hips in time with Adam's movements. If the motion of fist on hard, delicious flesh wasn't enough to bring Chris' cock to full, swollen erection, the expression on Adam's face would have. The beautiful man was twisting his hips with each pulse on his hand, small moans and ragged breathing giving away his own building excitement. Adam's head rested back on his own pillow, the green eyes half closed and sleepy, yet burning with a slow, warm desire. His long, pink tongue occasionally darting out to lick a full lower lip, dragging a corresponding sigh from Chris. CJ really wanted to watch Adam right to the end sometime, his eyes taking in every inch of his lover's passion and his fantasy. Wondering enviously what Adam was seeing when he shut his eyelids in several long slow blinks, Chris quickly finished his own preparations and lifted his head onto his hand to better enjoy the show, blue eyes wide and entranced. Trailing his gaze openly from the tangle of sheets at Adam's knees to the bright green eyes, Chris was quietly stunned to see Adam's intense focus was completely centered on him. Not that he thought Adam would think about someone else while in bed with CJ, Adam wouldn't even think it, it was just that Adam's eyes were watching Chris so intently, Chris felt like he was being devoured. 'I probably have the same look,' he thought as he realised he'd been indulging a little visual feast of his own. His cock was rock hard now, Adam's display and his own fingers having brought Chris awake completely. The crisp cotton was a textural contrast to the slick feeling in his ass and Adam's smooth skin, only inches from his own. Maybe next time, sweetheart Chris' "I'll hold you to that," was lost as Adam covered his mouth in a long slow kiss. He'd been eager as for Adam's touch, Adam's cock in him as soon as possible. But the kiss sent him off-kilter. Like a long, warm massage on his lips, Adam's mouth was banking his fire, pulling him back from the almost desperate need to the relaxed laziness he'd felt upon waking. Chris' sex was still so hard a cat couldn't scratch it, but it wasn't crying and demanding attention like normal. He was too happy, too incredibly content to be all over Adam like a rash. The lips dancing with his own were distracting him too, he couldn't help but speculate on all the other places that mouth could go and hoped certain oral fixations could fit into 'next time' as well. Chris just plain hoped there'd be a whole heap of next times to try out. Feeling all boneless and sensual like a cat dozing in the sun, Chris began a slow rumble in his throat. A combination of horny growl, aroused moan and playful purr that he hoped would prompt Adam into action. Pulling back from the kiss, CJ smiled and ran his finger across Adam's chest to stroke softly over the small pink nipple. He deliberately bumped his hip against Adam's slick shaft, causing a delightful friction against his own aching member. "Tease," he accused sweetly. **** He'd wanted a response... and boy did he get one. The loudly in-drawn breath and the way Kev flinched away from his hand confirmed his suspicions that Kevin really was hurting whether he was going to admit it or not. Now if Kev would just admit it, then Scott could go about soothing it away... but he wanted that admission first. When Kevin buried his face against his chest, Scott thought that maybe he hadn't gotten through to Kev after all. 'Come on Kev, let me in. Just say it,' he thought, his mind scrambling for another way to get Kevin to open up to him, when suddenly Kevin raised his head and looked into Scott's eyes. His lover's beautiful green eyes were full of emotion, the golden lashes damp with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I never... I never realised..." He didn't expect waterworks from Kev, it just wasn't his style, but the dampness of his eyes told Scott that maybe he had gotten through. Kevin realised that he didn't have to be a pillar all of the time... that Scott was more than happy to help bear part of the load. He didn't want Kev to feel guilty for continuing to act the way he had always had to and he would make sure that he knew that, but he also wanted Kevin to know that he had other options. Scott wanted Kevin to be able to admit to him when he hurt, when he needed comfort. He wanted him to know that he wasn't weak for admitting those things. Scott smiled as his gentle stroke elicited a whimper from the man in his arms. Before today, Kevin would have bitten his tongue rather than allow that broken sound to become audible. Another firm stroke from his hand and he felt the flinch accompanied by a whine of discomfort. 'We're so close Kev. Just admit it. Let me have all of you.' "Hurts... so good..." That's it Kev... finally. Scott tangled his hand in Kevin's hair, gently tilting his head back so that he could be sure Kevin understood what he was about to say. "You don't need to be sorry, Kev. I just wanted you to be able to admit to me when you hurt, be able to come to me for comfort when you do. You don't have to be a rock all of the time Kev. It doesn't make you weak if you need me to hold you sometimes, to ease the pain. That's what a relationship should be." Scott hoped that Kevin realised that he was speaking about more than just the pain inflicted by his earlier actions, he wanted Kev to be able to come to him no matter why he was hurting. He brushed his lips teasingly against Kevin's, initiating a slow gentle exploration of his lover's mouth. Rolling to face the big man, Scott pressed his body flush with Kevin's, keeping his hand tangled firmly in Kevin's blond locks. Using his other hand, he traced a lazy path down Kevin's broad chest. This wasn't about sex... it was about comfort. Slipping the tips of his fingers into Kevin's waistband, just behind the button, Scott gave a firm tug as he broke the kiss and allowed his breath to blow against Kev's mouth in slow puffs. He knew that the tug would force the denim into brief contact with Kevin's tender skin. As he looked into Kevin's eyes, he slowly popped open the fastenings of his jeans. Kevin had earned a bit of relief and Scott was going to give it to him, just as he'd promised. "I've got just the thing to make you feel better, lover." Scott smiled wickedly at Kevin, knowing exactly what Kev would assume he meant. Scott knew there was no way they were going to make it four...but that didn't mean Kev wouldn't think that's what he meant. "First, we have to get rid of these jeans because I know they're killing ya. I've been there. That rough denim against your tender red skin... it's chafing, ain't it, Kev?" Even as he asked, not expecting a verbal reply, Scott was scooting towards the foot of the bed, pressing gentle kisses against Kevin's cotton-clad chest in his wake. When he reached waist level, Scott urged Kevin gently onto his stomach, his hands clasping the material on each side of Kevin's hips. Kevin automatically lifted his hips as Scott peeled the denim from his body as painlessly as possible. Scott grimaced at the bright red markings on Kevin's tender skin. How the hell Kevin had managed to sit through breakfast Scott had no clue. Levering himself from the bed, Scott went over to their suitcase and dug through the contents, finally coming up with a small tube of cream. Settling himself with his ass against Kevin's thighs, he squirted a small amount of the cream into his hands, warming it before it came into contact with his lover's flesh. With a gentle touch, he smoothed the cream over the angrily-colored skin. "This will help ease the sting, Kev. It works wonders on bruises as well. It will definitely make sitting on the flight later easier on you if we put some on just before we board the plane... or we could skip off to do it in the lavatory after we take off," Scott said with a wicked smirk. His hands moving slowly over the curved flesh, he made sure to cover every inch of reddened flesh. "If you take your shirt off, I'll do your back too." Now that he had gotten Kev to admit what he was trying to get to all along, he thought maybe he owed Kev an apology. "I'm sorry for the things I said in the restaurant... in front of the waitress. I know that it bothered you. I'm not sorry that I got the reaction I did, though. You're beautiful when you blush, babe. I kind of wish that I could get you to do it more often. I know I shouldn't have taken things so far. Love you, Kev," Scott said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against the swell of Kevin's posterior. **** He'd never realised how little there was to do in a bathroom when it wasn't your bathroom in your hotel room. Dave had already re-wet his cloth with cold water and that had helped to stop the bleeding. He had washed his face and neck again to rid himself of any lingering evidence. There wasn't much he could do with the shirt... even if he soaked it, he had a feeling the brownish red spots were there to stay and since the shirt was of course dry clean only... that ruled out soaking with water. His nose was obviously a bit swollen and there was a slowly darkening pink moon under his left eye, which would be easy enough to cover up. Dave pressed the cold rag over his eye, hoping it would mitigate the bruising. He'd run through a list of excuses to give to Vince, but figured that most of them were a result of his now-fading headache. Even Vince wouldn't buy that little green men had attacked him, but that still sounded better than a bar fight or telling the truth. Whatever he did settle on was not going to involve Hunter or Shawn or any mention of the word 'fight'. He'd even considered the old walking into the door excuse and had rolled his eyes at himself before he even finished that thought. That would translate to everyone else as a significant other beating the piss out of him and he was not even going to let that rumor get started. Maybe he could get away with saying he fell out of bed and hit his face on the nightstand... at least then he'd only be a klutz. That he could probably live with. He wasn't going to use the shower, he'd already made use of the facilities, and there weren't even those tiny little holes to count in the ceiling tiles. That was probably a good thing because it would most likely fire up his headache again if he tried to concentrate on something that small. He wondered briefly what might be happening in the main room, but refused to let himself dwell on it. There was no screaming going on yet that he could hear and that was a good thing. As for anything else, he'd just wait until he got the all clear and left the room to see for himself what the two had decided. **** Dual sensations skittered through his body as Chris brushed fingers over a sensitive bud and his hip bumped against Adam's rigid length. He moaned low and husky at the contact. Adam turned a smile on his lover - a simple smile of happiness; not his manic 'you are fucked' grin, not the lazy 'cat that got the canary' smile, nor the shy half-smile that seemed to be making an appearance more often. He skimmed his hand down the smooth skin of Chris' back, before finally pushing the strategically draped sheet even lower. Chris' relaxed pose, like that of a great jungle cat, belied the strength and power of the man assuming it. Adam knew that in less time than it took to blink, his blond lover could pounce into action. Pressing a warm open-mouthed kiss against a silky shoulder, Adam let his desire-laden words wash over Chris' warm skin. "Tease? No... I'd never tease you, sweetheart." Another kiss in the midst of a shoulder blade as he shifted fractionally closer. "Teasing implies that I won't deliver..." Another fractional shift, lips changing direction to press against one ear as Adam's thigh slipped across the backs of Chris' just below his beautifully rounded ass. "And I promise that I will always deliver, Chris." A slow grinding of his hips pushed his hard length against the swell of one buttock as the words caressed the shell of an ear half-hidden by blond silk. "I'd actually say I'm more of a sadist..." One fluid move and Adam had the full length of his body pressed against Chris' back; lips at his nape, hands tight at his waist, and his cock settled firmly against the cleft of Chris' ass. "See... I want to torture you... with pleasure," he said, his voice smooth as silk as he thrust his hips in a slow grind, his hard shaft teasing between the halves of Chris' tanned backside. "Then when you can't stand any more, I'll slip inside you... ride you slow and easy until you're begging for more..." Sliding a bit lower along the powerful body beneath him, Adam placed a kiss in the middle of Chris' spine. "Then I'm going to wrap my hand around your hard cock, stroke you until you scream and come all over." A bit lower, a kiss against the base of Chris' spine, his lips melting into a smile as he dropped even further and pressed a kiss against each tanned mound. "How's that sound to you, sweetheart?" Hovering over Chris, his knees on each side of Chris' legs, he put his hands at Chris' waist, more than ready to issue a few commands of his own. "If that sounds good, then up on your knees, Chris... hands on the headboard and don't move them, no matter what." **** Realising he was nearly holding his breath, Shawn forced himself to breathe as he watched Hunter pause in thought. He knew that Hunt was deciding what to tell him, how much to tell him... and he knew that this time, whatever Hunter said, he would accept. There was no possibility that he could survive another encounter like this one, no way that he could escape with enough of himself intact to go on. When he felt Hunter's fingers brush against his cheek, he shivered. Just that brief contact of skin-on-skin could affect him so much... what would more be like? Another shiver, and then he pushed the thoughts away. They weren't appropriate for the situation or the time, and whichever way this ended up, he'd have time enough later to dwell on them. "...Just...nine years ago I could've been good enough..." What? Cocking his head, Shawn frowned slightly at Hunter, becoming more and more aware of the position they were actually in and trying very hard not to be. Following Hunt's logic forced his mind out of its wanderings, and he shook his head, but waited for Hunt to finish. If Hunter thought that he wasn't good enough for Shawn because of the politicking, the manipulating, the deals... then he obviously didn't know nearly as much as he thought he did about Shawn himself. Marty leapt screaming into Shawn's mind and he winced before he could stop himself. They'd been lovers, and Shawn had been convinced he was in love with the brunet... and then Vince had offered him a chance as a singles wrestler. He'd accepted without a second's hesitation, only thinking after the deal was made what that meant for his long-time partner. Marty hadn't taken it well, had thought that Shawn was stabbing him in the back in order to further his own career... and wasn't he doing exactly that? Their relationship had ended long before the infamous kick arrived, but that had been the end of their friendship, as well. Obviously Hunter wasn't aware of a lot of things about him, or he wouldn't be using this line of reasoning on him. Hell, he probably wouldn't have lied in the first place! Shawn was very far from the clean, blameless person that Hunt apparently thought he was. "What I can do is tell you...yes Shawn Michaels, I love you madly." The sudden emotional surge at those words forced him to shut his eyes as adrenaline rushed through his body, his fingers tightening their hold on the other man. "But the right man for you is in that bathroom, not sitting here with a hangover and a bad case of emotional baggage." Suddenly not quite breathing steadily as Hunter released him, Shawn stared at him for a long moment, not believing what he'd just heard. "The right man...?" he asked numbly. Hunter couldn't have just said that. No way. He knew better than that... knew Shawn's past. "Emotional baggage?" A hoarse chuckle slipped out of his mouth as he shifted, straddling Hunter's thighs and leaning forward a little, putting a hand on Hunt's shoulder for support. "Hunter... do you have any idea who you're talking to?" He paused, shaking his head. How long had they been friends, but been so able to misunderstand each other so completely? "I almost invented the game of backstage politicking, using the fact that Vince liked me... really liked me... to my advantage." He emphasised that, not quite sure if Hunter had ever realised just how far down the Heartbreak Kid had gone to reach the top. "Marty loved me, Hunt. And I threw that in his face. That kick didn't just end a tag team... it ended a friendship, and a relationship that I'd been in for more than four years. And for what? To get me a shot at a singles belt, which I never would've gotten otherwise." Drawing a deep breath, his mouth twisted at the memories. Letting his head fall forward, his hair obscuring his eyes, as he paused again, trying to gather his thoughts. "Hunt, I've done more things than you could ever imagine. I'm not proud of that. I wish I could forget them. But I can't, and I can't change any of it." Raising his head again, he looked into the amber eyes, hoping that Hunter would understand what he was saying. "All I can do is accept the fact that I did do those things, but that I've changed and try move on with my life. I've hurt people... I've hurt people that I loved. For what? For a title reign. For making my mark on the business. For being the Icon, the Showstoppa, the Main Event..." He shook his head again. "And what has it gotten me? A history of friendships gone and relationships ended badly and locker room stories that aren't even close to how bad the truth is... and a lonely room to go back to every night." Leaning closer, he brushed the damp hair out of Hunter's face as he continued, his voice dropping. "One of the very few good things to come out of my career was the Clique... and you. I've loved you almost since the day I met you, and if I'd had the balls to tell you that then... well, we'd both be better men than we are now." Clearing his throat, he hoped his voice would allow him to finish this. "But I didn't. And you didn't. And we didn't... and now we're here. All we can do is live with what we've done, and maybe try to make up for it if we can. But there's no reason we have to do it alone." Running his fingers down Hunter's cheek, he smiled a little. "I know that what you said about your marriage to Stephanie is true. I'd imagine the real reason for the wedding was convenience... you'd get more pull in the company and she'd have the best cover story she could get." Pausing only long enough to see Hunter's reaction, he shrugged a little. "But if that's true... then you've been by yourself since your wedding day. And I've been by myself... well, for longer than I like to think about. I'd like to not be alone anymore, Hunter." Casting a look over Hunter's shoulder at the closed bathroom door, Shawn's smile faded as he realised that if he got his way, all he'd be doing was making things more complicated than they already were. But... if he got his way... then maybe there could be a happy ending after all. "You keep telling me that Dave's the guy for me... and I'm not really inclined to argue. I know he feels something for me that's more than just a crush. Hell, he feels something for you that's more than just a crush, that's pretty obvious. He can't keep his eyes off either of us... and it wasn't just my name he was moaning in his sleep last night. Maybe we're all right... maybe the answer isn't just one plus one. But..." Holding up his other hand to cut off any response from Hunter, "I know that you and I... we need to try, at least. If we've managed to feel this way for this long through all the shit we've gone through... if last night and this morning haven't made us hate each other... then I think we've earned a right to try to make this work." Leaning his head against Hunter's shoulder, he said quietly, "I love you, Hunter. And Dave... well. I think I could love him, too. Please, Hunt. Please... don't tell me no." **** As Scott tilted his head back, Kevin found his eyes glued to his lover's dark ones, looking so intensely at him. He could see the love there, and the relief... and the joy. How long had Scott wanted this from him, simply wanted him to share everything? How long had he been denying his lover that right? "It doesn't make you weak if you need me to hold you sometimes, to ease the pain." Eyes widening slightly, Kev knew that Scotty wasn't just referring to this particular moment; his lover wanted, no... needed to be able to support him whenever it was needed. And Kevin couldn't deny that the thought of Scott being the strong one, the one to lean on, was an attractive one. It was something he needed, too. The unexpected light feeling that swept through him at that thought surprised him. But maybe it was just one more step that he'd needed to take, to be able to admit that he couldn't be strong by himself all the time... he needed Scott. Needed him like he needed air... he couldn't live without him. The brush of Scotty's lips against his, the teasing touches of his fingers on his body, sent shudders through Kevin. His ass was throbbing hotly now, almost pulsing against the rough denim encasing it, and the light touches from his lover seemed somehow to mingle with that, sending little warm shocks through him. Nothing erotic, exactly... his body wasn't about ready for that just yet. But... pleasant. Soothing. Pleasurable. His entire body jerked as Scott tugged on his jeans, the denim rubbing briefly but harshly against his sore skin, and a loud broken gasping moan escaped him before he could even try to bite it back, the pain flaring up again. Why had Scotty...? He blinked away the tears that sprang to his eyes as Scott looked right at him. The sound of a zipper sliding down made him want to sigh in relief, but the sharp pain had become actively throbbing pain, and relief was beyond him at the moment. "I've got just the thing to make you feel better, lover." He knew his eyes were wide, but no way could Scott possibly mean what that sounded like. Kevin knew that he wasn't capable of anything more, and he sincerely doubted that Scott was either, so what...? Pulling in a deep breath, he nodded at Scott's question. Chafing wasn't even close to the feeling at this point, not after that yank. Only as he felt Scotty scooting down the bed did he realise that he was breathing in little sobbing pants, not able to even think about hiding his reactions... and not wanting to. Knowing that he didn't have to hide them, knowing that Scott wanted to see them... that made him feel freer than he ever had before. Turning automatically at Scott's urging, he lifted his hips to help his lover get the jeans off... managing to gasp only a few times as the denim brushed against still-painful marks, flinching unthinkingly at the sensation. When he felt the bed rise as Scott got up, he whimpered softly, feeling... exposed. Almost scared. Why had Scott left him? He knew Scott was coming right back---he had to be---but that didn't help the panic that was trying to claw its way out of his throat. The sudden weight on his thighs sent a wave of relief crashing through him even as he tensed at the gentle touch to his abused flesh. Hissing as Scott rubbed the cream across the throbbing areas, the occasional whimper escaping him as particularly sensitive spots were touched, he nearly missed what Scott was saying. "...or we could skip off to do it in the lavatory after we take off..." He couldn't stop the low groan at that thought, the image of him, bent over, half-naked, with Scott clothed behind him, doing something like this in such a public place... If his body were up to it at that moment, he would've begged Scott to fuck him right then and there. He could feel renewed heat on his cheeks at the thought. "You're beautiful when you blush, babe." He was? Wait... Scott thought he was beautiful? The thought surprised him. He wasn't beautiful... good-looking, sure, but it was Scotty who was beautiful. Dark eyes he could fall into, lips that moved so expressively... god help him. He'd never told Scott that, had he? Because it wasn't a manly enough thought, no doubt. What guy ever dwelt so much on their lover's attributes, after all? He raised his head, turning to look at Scott as much as he could, given their positions. He shrugged off the apology for the moment; Scott's tactics had worked, and he was grateful for the end result. He certainly wasn't going to hold the methods against his lover if that was what it had taken. Shivering a little at the soft kiss, wishing again that he were ten years younger, he reached down with one hand, snagging Scott's fingers a bit awkwardly to try to pull him up beside him. When Scott laid next to him again, head propped on one hand with a curious expression on his face, no doubt wondering at the colour on his cheeks. Reaching out, he ran his hand down Scott's face, slowly trailing his fingers over those loved features. "Shirt off in a minute," he said before pausing. He wasn't quite sure how to say it, so he figured he'd just blurt it out and see what happened. He cleared his throat, feeling awkward as he said, "Scotty... I'm not... I'm not beautiful. But you are. You always have been. I never told you that before... I'm sorry." Leaning forward to press a kiss against his lover's lips, he levered himself upward enough to pull his t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Somehow, being naked while Scott was fully clothed was... enticing. Shaking off the odd feelings, he looked at Scott and raised an eyebrow, knowing that his lover would need some reassurance of his own, since he'd actually apologised. "The restaurant... yeah, that bothered me. But it was worth it. It's okay." Smiling at him, he said a little hesitantly, "So... is the offer to do my back still good?" **** Each movement of Adam's body, each word honeyed with sex and want, were enough, in and of themselves to turn Chris into a moaning puddle right then and there. CJ was seriously beginning to believe the guy could bring him off just by whispering in his ear. Suggesting he be tortured with pleasure then fucked to within an inch of his life was number four on Chris' Adam Fantasy List. Adam's hot kisses on his naked skin created a network of shivery spots that all seemed to pulse in time with his straining cock and with the smooth vocal promises scattered across his back. As Adam's leg brushed his thighs, Chris released a small moan of pent up desire, as the slick length pressed into his buttock he jumped slightly then smothered an embarrassed laugh into his pillow. With his face buried he couldn't see Adam or what he was doing... only hear him and feel him. Reminded of his feelings in the arena car park, god was it only last night? CJ smiled. Oh yes, Adam talking dirty to him while he couldn't see his lover was another new kink Chris was adding to his repertoire. Along with the shower and the bossiness and the... ride you slow and easy until you're begging Was that a kink? If it was he had it. God yes. The pressure of Adam's cock between the globes of his ass pushed CJ's hips further into the mattress, his sex trapped and wanting. Bracing his elbows he was ready to push back invitingly, but the movement was aborted as the tempting hardness was gone, replaced by Adam's mouth on the small of his back. Very nice and damned sexy, and Chris had to bite the pillow to keep from begging. Slow and sexy was always good in the end... it was just getting past the slow was gonna kill him here. stroke you until you scream CJ's imprisoned erection twitched happily at that suggestion. Chris' brain and heart were also in heartfelt agreement, so much so Chris actually forbade his hand, currently under his pillow and probably tearing the filling out of it, to remain in place rather then preempt Adam's touch. His dick wanted Adam's hand and only Adam's would do apparently. The pillow would just have to take it. Sweet kisses on his ass prompted a bit more mattress humping until Adam's final words filtered into the sex and candy landscape of Chris' mind. If that sounds good, then... Quicker than a hiccup, CJ was on his knees, hands braced into the headboard as he'd been ordered. As long as his speedy response hadn't just given Adam an uppercut to the jaw with his ass, Chris was all for taking orders. He'd take anything Adam felt like offering actually, but he'd keep that sluttish confession to himself until they maybe made it to a second date at least. Momentarily unsure whether to look back over his shoulder at the gorgeous man behind him, or drop his head in submission Chris opted for the second. As soon as Adam started touching him again he knew he'd begin to talk and with no pillow to stifle his voice, Adam was going to get another ear full. Oh well. He'd dare anyone to remember they're manners if they were about to get nailed by Adam Copeland for the second time in as many days. "Please yes do it," Chris begged as quietly as he could given the circumstances. Adam was touching him... he was... just, "Fuck me please, c'mon Baby please..." if he had to wait much longer he'd explode, "Adam, Adam," his knuckles almost white on the headboard. "Please Baby do me... I want you... please..." He wouldn't move, he wouldn't move.... oh god. **** then I think we've earned a right to try to make this work. Shawn couldn't really mean that, could he? But looking deeply into his friend's eyes Hunter concluded that yes, he did. Make what work though? Friends? Shawn was right, if they were going to destroy their friendship it would have happened last night. But it was Shawn that hadn't let that happen, hadn't let Hunter kill his affection for him with rejection. Instead Hunt had been forced to admit and accept what was between them. But making it work as more than friends? As fuck-buddies? Friends with benefits? Lovers? All would once have been a distant, beloved dream to Hunter and now Shawn sat here offering him a dream. Legs tangled in his own crossed ones, eyes still damaged but intent, making his plea with a certainty that absolutely floored Hunter. Tell him no? Hunter doubted he'd ever say no to Shawn again. Unbelievably, the man didn't even want him to pay for the crap he'd pulled last night. Hunt wouldn't have blamed him if he'd been given the cold shoulder for a while just to punish him. But then again... that wasn't Shawn. For all he'd been the 'master' at dealing with Vince and the WWE, he'd never deliberately hurt anyone... not even Marty. He'd been ambitious, hell no wrestler could claim innocence there, and as far as Hunter was concerned he'd done what he'd had to do to succeed. As for Vince's affection for Shawn, hell that was ancient history as far as Hunter was concerned. At least Shawn hadn't married the guy to get the title. But they could probably play 'who's the biggest sell out' all day. Right now Shawn was proposing 'something', a 'something' that Hunter was still trying to get his head around. He'd gone from the angstKing of Whiskey to Shawn's possible lover in the space of an hour and even his vaunted cerebral cortex was misfiring. And Dave? Shawn believed Dave had said Hunter's name in a dream. Wow. That would be.... just... But, despite Shawn's hopeful assertions Hunter had to seriously doubt his dream self was in the big man's good books. More like a grunt of 'hurt him and I'll kill you Hunter' than anything else. Although he still had it in him to hope. But Shawn thought he could love Dave as well. Love them both? It wasn't a new concept to Hunter's mind at all. He'd had plenty of fantasy material about both men, separately and together to fill a porn website. Loving two men wasn't a stretch, he was almost there anyway, it was just that Dave had been so obviously even less interested than Shawn was, he'd relegated those thoughts to the 'wouldn't it be nice' section of his mind. Now his beautiful friend wanted to try something between the three of them? Well, Hunter would do just about anything right now to hold onto Shawn's high regard. Maybe he could claw his way back into Dave's affections too if he gave it enough energy. So... was he going to give Shawn anything the man asked of him? In the immortal words of his favorite red neck... oh hell yeah! Letting a grin come back to his once frowning features Hunter leaned forward and replied to Shawn's agonised question with his own 'first kiss'. A gentle peck, to indicate finally admitted love, affection and potential real happiness. Shawn's mouth was slightly swollen from his tears and looked good enough to ravish, but neither of them were quite there yet. There was a third aching heart in this crazy tangle to soothe. Dropping a second light kiss onto Shawn's forehead, Hunter squeezed the smaller hands in his reassuringly and smoothly rose to his feet. Taking a deep fortifying breath, he leaned his shoulder against the wall beside the bathroom door and reaching out, knocked politely. "Dave? You can come out now. Shawn has generously decided not to string me up by the balls." Hunter kept his tone light and easy... not to ridicule what was happening here, never that... just to communicate to Dave it wasn't quite so murderously painful out here anymore. "Whether you still feel like it, I have yet to find out." **** At first Scott wasn't sure what to think when Kevin reached back for him. He knew that the effects of the cream should kick in shortly. The pain in Kevin's ass should be mutating into a dull ache and then fading almost completely. With any luck at all, Kevin would be able to sit on the plane in almost complete comfort, though sudden movements would most likely aggravate the spots where it was the most sore. Slipping off of Kevin's thighs and onto the bed beside him, Scott looked at his lover, a silent question in his eyes. He smiled at his love; the color on Kev's cheeks reinforcing the words he'd just spoken. The gentle hand trailing over his face increased his curiosity. Kev was apparently in a very thoughtful place right now if his expression was anything to go by. "...I never told you that before... I'm sorry." Kev thought he was beautiful. He was pretty sure there was an answering shade of pink flowing into his own cheeks at the moment. Kevin's actions often conveyed his thoughts, so Scott had known that Kevin appreciated his looks, but he'd never actually expected Kevin to come out and say it. Scott felt his heart swell at the words that were obviously awkward for Kevin to give him. He understood... guys, especially guys in their business didn't toss around the word beautiful when it came to men... it was an acceptable term for women apparently, but there was just something weird about applying it to another man... a stigma of sorts. Kevin had voiced it anyway. The press of Kevin's lips against his cut off the goofy smile he could feel creeping onto his face. Kevin stripping off his shirt distracted him for a moment. Having Kevin laid out naked before him was always a good thing no matter if he could actually take advantage of it or not... and Kev thought that he wasn't beautiful? Scotty would just have to prove him wrong. He was glad that Kevin wasn't upset with the methods that he'd used to get them to this point. They were in a good place right now and apparently that was all that mattered to Kevin. Thank goodness. Now he had to figure out how to convince Kev that he was beautiful... in Scott's eyes. Maybe he could make it into a game of sorts... He wondered how long it would take Kevin to figure out what he was doing. Only one way to find out... "Of course it's still good... and if I were ten years younger I'd add in your front and everything in-between," Scott said, returning his lover's smile with a smirk. Pushing himself up to his knees, he knelt beside Kevin... sitting on his ass for this part of the massage just didn't seem like a very good option. Scott squeezed some of the cream from the tube in his hands and warmed it as he had before. With alternating gentle and firm touches, he rubbed every inch of Kevin's back as he talked quietly. "You know... you may not have come right out and said it before Kev, but you don't need to apologize. You have told me... with actions even if you didn't say the words. No matter what you think, you are beautiful. I love your eyes... such a pretty green and so damn expressive. I can look into them and all the love you have for me is right there. You tell me more with them than you could ever possibly guess. Beautiful, Kev." Pressing a soft kiss against a shoulder, Scott continued the massage. Now he'd wait awhile... until later today or maybe tomorrow, then he'd choose something else about Kev that he found beautiful. Eventually he'd touch on every bit of the man, because Scott couldn't think of a single part of Kev that he didn't find beautiful. He'd convince Kevin of it, even if he had to do it part by part. **** Dave was running a finger over the bruise beneath his eye while trying to decide how Shawn and Hunter were going to react to it. He wasn't stupid... and neither were they. They were going to notice. Shawn would probably blame himself, which Dave was going to try to prevent. Hunter... Hunter would either feel bad about it or decide it was what he'd deserved for letting Shawn beat on him... depending most likely on how their discussion went out there. He was wondering at the chances of sneaking out without either of them seeing him when there was a knock on the door. Jerking at the unexpected noise, he snatched his hand away, bumping against his swollen nose in the process. "...Shawn has generously decided not to string me up by the balls." "Ow," he said almost silently, his mouth gaping for a moment. He looked at himself in the mirror and rolled his eyes. Could he be a bigger wimp? Tossing the washcloth towards the hamper, he smiled as it swished in. "Whether you still feel like it, I have yet to find out." Taking one last look in the mirror, he decided to try to bluff his way out of the room. Maybe he could get a hold of one of the Divas without anyone being the wiser. Most women carried makeup with them right? He could try calling Victoria or maybe Trish. All he had to do was keep his head down and bolt for the door as soon as possible... yeah, like that was going to work. He sighed as he realised that he hadn't answered Hunter. Walking over to the door he cracked it open, switching off the light before pulling the door the rest of the way open. Maybe it wouldn't look so bad in natural light versus fluorescent. There he went dreaming again. "I never wanted to do anything like that Hunter," he said in a quiet rumble as he spotted the man leaning against the wall. He lowered his head, hoping it would help hide the marks somewhat. He twitched a bit because he would have preferred to make his apologies while looking Hunter in the eyes, but considering the circumstances... "I just wanted you to admit the truth to him so he'd stop feeling so torn up. I'm, uh, sorry about not letting you go, but I was just trying to keep either of you from getting hurt." Raising a hand he rubbed the back of his neck to distract himself from the impulse to look Hunter over for bruises. "Besides, Shawn might have a use for them now that he's not threatening them." He could feel the color flooding his cheeks. Geez. He should really learn to keep his mouth shut since apparently he lost all tact when it came to anything concerning Shawn or Hunter. He feigned looking at his watch, not really bothering to notice what time it was. "Wow. It's getting late. Since you two aren't going to kill each other, I should go pack so I don't miss my flight. Tell Shawn I'll talk to him later. I'll... I'll see you tonight sometime, Hunter," he said, sneaking one last peek from under his lashes at the man standing beside him. As he turned towards the door, he realised that he didn't know if Hunter had had his ring gear sent back to his room last night or not... since he hadn't been there. If he asked if that's what Hunter had done, then he would know that Dave never made it back to his room last night and he might think that he'd been right about his earlier assumptions. Figuring it best that he just check his room first and then call Hunter if it wasn't there, he started walking towards the door. He'd leave Shawn and Hunter alone to talk about the future and he'd go raid the mini-fridge to drown his dreams in empty calories... not liquor. He did actually have a flight to make after all. **** to be continued... |