"ITVR: Chapter 24"
Interruptions.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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It wasn't a particularly fascinating vase. Just the sort of thing the hotel decorator had obviously bought by the truckload and placed on the TV cabinet in each room. Hunter realised he'd been staring at it for about a minute while Shawn tidied up his few bags as they waited for Dave. He'd been happily tagging along behind Shawn as they entered the room... then Hunt had spotted the mangled bed and suddenly became very interested in the decor, the view and finally the vase. Being assaulted by images of his two lust objects writhing and kissing on that very same bed, was not something he was in a frame of mind to deal with. He was still envious of the extra time they'd had together, but then, he and Shawn had seven extra years on Dave, and Dave had been near Hunter non-stop for the past eighteen months, so the two certainly deserved the time to develop their relationship. Hunter just hoped he'd get the chance to watch next time. He stopped fondling the vase in an entirely inappropriate way and wandered carelessly around the room. He'd have to find out if they wanted to share a suite tonight. Hunter really, really didn't want to be alone and not just because of the chance of sex, oh no. He was pretty sure he could control himself if the other two played fair. It was almost easy these days anyway. The snide remarks he'd heard about Stephanie emasculating him weren't entirely far from the truth, he'd been less interested in sex these past six months than ever before. Maybe because despite some pretty strong efforts on his part, he'd never been able to have that 'thing' you were supposed to have in a relationship. Kev and Scotty had it, he suspected Glen and Sean had it. It was just... there. He'd come close once, but they'd both realised they were together for the wrong reason and it had ended with the feeling that if he couldn't have Shawn, he better settle for the next best thing. Damn... Shawn wasn't the only one who'd broken hearts backstage. Hunter had just been fortunate enough to date people who didn't want to brag any more than he did. Realising he was once again not looking at Shawn, Hunter winced and smiled slightly at his friend. His headache had returned with a vengeance and the pain-killers he'd taken with his shower didn't seem to have kicked in. Or maybe they had, just his head had a new reason to ache. Hunt's jaw was starting to throb and he felt a slight swelling of his lower lip when he probed gently with his tongue. He was hardly going to call attention to it though... Shawn did not need to know he had actually bruised him slightly. He'd had much worse in the ring, just combined with this first class hang-over he was starting to feel a little sorry for himself. Considering he'd almost broken Dave's nose and given the man two bruised eyes, there was no way in hell he was going to complain about a split lip. He and Shawn had been silent for a while now and Hunter was starting to feel uncomfortable. Why he had no idea. This was Shawn after all. The man who'd held his hair when he was bringing his guts up in a toilet in Singapore after eating something funky. The guy who'd called him every other day during the rehab for his quad tear and who'd sat up all night while Hunter lapped the room trying to get off the pain meds cold turkey. Not only had he been there through the bad shit, Shawn had stood up for him as best man at his wedding, organised his bachelour party and celebrated all night when he returned to the ring after his knee reconstruction. Now he was too tongue tied for small talk. Jeeze. Deciding he could give them a less heart wrenching topic than their sex lives he was about to mention Steph's party on Sunday when Dave knocked at the door. Obeying Shawn, he let the bigger man in and nearly swallowed his tongue at the _'sweet thing'_ and the retaliatory smack. He'd almost forgotten this was Dave, his buddy, being all caught up in the Dave As Potential Bedmate situation. And god didn't he look good sprawled out across the bed beside Shawn. A shower, clean shirt and ultra cool sunglasses making his dark gorgeous features look a million dollars. Hunter would almost pay that million to see him without those items and in the shower, but he was probably getting ahead of himself there. a restaurant downstairs, or we can stop somewhere on the way to the airport "Let's get going," Hunter suggested. "I wouldn't mind seeing the back of this hotel once and for all, and we could eat in the lim....." he stopped almost mid-word. God. Ray was supposed to drive them today. Hunter knew he never, never wanted to see the inside of that limousine again. Grabbing his cell, Hunt called Ray and told him to forget the limousine and borrow a private car from the hotel. It wouldn't be as comfortable, but the last thing Hunter wanted was to remind his two friends about last night's conversation. "What's this flight you're on anyway? It's only Uniondale, I though we were driving?" It wasn't like Hunter not to know what was happening with the traveling. He normally managed everyone just by default and to not be included on this flight left him almost put out. Neither man had the chance to answer as another knock and "Shawn? You in there?" spilled into the room. He really tried not to, but he couldn't help but freeze from his expensive shoes to the tips of his hair, at Kevin's voice. He was an idiot he knew, he really wanted to see his friends and spend any time he could get with them, but he had such trouble relaxing around them. It was bad enough that they'd take him to task for hurting Shawn like he had, and fair enough too, but last night's nightmares were coming back to him and he flinched at the images they presented. Maybe it was a good idea he traveled by car today anyway. Dave and Shawn could have more of that catch up time and Hunter could get over this 'spike in the head' without worrying about his friends reactions to his recent behaviour. Although Shawn had had him open the door to Dave, he quickly moved to the counter to pour a glass of water, hoping Shawn would answer Kevin himself. **** Chris was used to being lifted like he weighed nothing, it happened at work all the time. But to get bodily carried out of the bathroom by Adam, who wasn't that much taller for Christ's sake, was an experience he'd just like to sit back and enjoy. Given that Chris never sat back and quietly enjoyed anything, he was still trying to grab handfuls of Adam's warm, luscious ass cheeks with cold hands when he was dumped on the ground and dried off like a wet dog. Well, given... he had splattered Adam with water, but there was no need to be smothered by a towel for... ohhh. Ahhh. The full body rub was rather nice however. So nice that, if not for the cold rinse earlier, he'd be offering to return the favour with his tongue. Looking at his lover through wet tangles of gold, CJ raised an eyebrow at the enticing naked flesh currently leaning down to find some clothes. So Chris was the crazy one huh? Well that was almost a compliment. If Adam, Lord of Freaking People Out thought CJ was strange then where did that leave them? Lost in their own weirdness apparently... cool. Well now. He'd been promised a spanking and he planned to hold Adam to that dirty little comment. CJ watched as Adam smoothly dressed, admiring the ripple and play of the long muscles in his back and legs. And as for the Christopher? Well, everyone knew CJ could be as annoying as hell when he wanted to be. It was time to see how much patience Adam actually had before he'd snap and Chris would get the punishment he, oh so hopefully, deserved. You should call Jay and have him bring your stuff "Nahh. It's fine." Looping the light blanket from the bed around his naked waist, Chris gathered the excess fabric in one hand and bundled his clothes in the other. "They've got the room next door, I'll be back in a minute," he called over his shoulder as he opened the door and strode calmly down the hallway. Not bothering to check if any other wrestlers or guests were about at 12:30 in the afternoon, Chris stopped in front of his and Jay's room. Kicking away the trailing blanket, CJ booted the door with his foot three times. "Reso get your hand out of Ty's pants and open this door, I need clothes." Chris didn't consider that the other couple may have checked out already, or that they mightn't be there at all. Jay and Tyson had been out as late as they had after all, and surely got up to their own gymnastics on their return. Chris blew a kiss at Shelton Benjamin who was staring at him like he'd just flashed him or something. CJ looked down. No, the blanket was still decent. "Reso!" Another kick. "Christ! Fuck! Chris!!! You Are Totally Dead In Like..." Jay's angry words complete with capitals, stopped as he gaped at his half-naked friend through the now open door. He was clutching a pillow over his privates and looked decidedly flushed. Chris granted him a regal smile as he swanned into the room, like the King he was. "Thanks Jay, I'll be out of your hair in a minute." Ignoring Tyson, who also was hastily donning his pants, CJ dropped his clothes and the blanket and pulled a pair of shorts, jeans and a t-shirt from his bag. He looked over at Jay who was still staring at him in shock. "Could you close the door Jay?" he gestured at himself, "naked here." **** Scott reluctantly pulled away from Kevin's sweet warm lips. As much as he'd love to linger here with Kev, they had places to go and people to see. He still shivered at the husky note in Kevin's voice. Scott loved listening to the man when he first woke up. Luckily he would get to keep on doing that for many years to come. "Did the packin' again, huh? Just wanna have somethin' to hold over my head, dontcha?" Scott grinned. Kevin knew him way too well. Even though he had been the one to let Kevin sleep, Scott would give him a hard time about having to do all the packing... the teasing was a part of their relationship, always there just like the love they shared. He shook his head, listening to Kevin's grumbling with amusement. Noticing the slight wince when Kevin slipped on his jeans, Scott wished that he had been able to get something else out for Kevin to wear. Unfortunately all that Kevin had packed this time around were jeans. He'd have to make sure from now on to include a pair of slacks or sweatpants when they did their packing. "Did you want to stop anywhere on the way out?" Scott knew that they wouldn't have time to go see Hunter and go check on Shawn before they left for the airport. Kevin's state of mind was something that they had needed to deal with though. As long as things had been this way between Kevin and Hunter, Scott figured another hour or two wasn't going to hurt anything, but he definitely wanted to check on Shawn. "I think we should stop and check on Shawn before we leave. Just to make sure he's okay. I know Dave stayed with him last night, but..." But he would still feel better if they stopped to make sure that Shawn wasn't falling apart. It didn't happen often, thank goodness, but last night had had the makings of a traumatic event for the man so there was the chance that Shawn wasn't doing so well. Maybe they'd offer him a ride to the airport with them. It had been a long time since he'd had the chance to spoil Shawn with affection. Then again if Dave were there with him, he might not need Scott to do that. If he were the type to pout... aw hell, who was he trying to kid? If that were the case, Scott most likely would pout, but only around Kevin. "Ready?" Scott pushed away his thoughts as he approached Kevin. He would deal with them later... when they found out what was going on for certain. He smiled over Kevin's arm wrapping around him. There wasn't anyone around to see it, so if Kevin wanted to be a little more affectionate than usual today, Scott wasn't going to argue. The kiss surprised him, but once again he simply accepted it. He tended to be the same way with Kev after one of their sessions so if that was what Kevin needed then Scott would simply go with the flow. He did wonder though how Kevin would act once they were in front of their friends. It would be interesting to see if he tried to suppress his urges so that none of them would notice. "Shawn? You in there?" Scott stood silently waiting for someone to answer the door. Who would answer it? Was Dave still there? Had Shawn checked out already? He wondered too if Shawn had talked to Hunter at all today. That could be a huge mess. If someone didn't answer the door soon... Just then Scott heard footsteps crossing the room and then the door swung open to reveal Shawn. Scott smiled and walked right on into the room. "Hey Sexy Boy, Kev and I were kind of worried... with your head injury and all so we thought we would stop by and..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the other occupants of the room. Well this was certainly an interesting development. Not only Dave, but Hunter as well? Dave was sprawled on the bed, respectably dressed, but wearing sunglasses. Kind of weird to wear them indoors. Scott shrugged it off for the moment... that Copeland kid did it all the time... although there was something strange he couldn't quite put his finger on. Hunter... Hunter looked like he'd been run over by a truck. Not his clothing, that was immaculate as always, but his face looked kind of pinched. If Hunter was the kind to drink, Scott would suspect a hangover... but Hunter didn't drink. "We didn't know that you were already in such good hands. Dave... Hunter." Nodding at the two men, Scott approached Hunter. "So... any clue why Ric booked a flight from here to Uniondale instead of driving? That's kind of odd. Especially since he invited us all to tag along." Tossing an arm around Hunter's shoulder, Scott leaned in close to his ear. "You don't look so good Hunter. I hope you are feeling better later though, cause you, Kev, and I are long overdue for a talk. Family... right Hunter?" Scott squeezed his arm tightly around Hunter before letting him go. **** "There's a restaurant downstairs, or we can stop somewhere on the way to the airport." "I wouldn't mind seeing the back of this hotel once and for all, and we could eat in the lim....." Yikes. Dave grimaced as he lay on the bed, he could understand Hunter's reluctance. He didn't particularly want to see the inside of the limo again either. Of course wrinkling his nose as he grimaced was a bad idea, reminding him with a little twitch of discomfort why he was wearing his sunglasses again. He did manage to avoid making any embarrassing noises that time however. "What's this flight you're on anyway? It's only Uniondale, I thought we were driving?" Dave lifted his head, too comfortable to actually get up, and was about to explain when the knock came at the door. Oh boy. This should be terribly interesting. Dave noticed the way Hunter froze and wondered what was up with Hunter and Kevin and/or Scott. It wasn't like he would know that they kind of knew what had happened last night, although he might suspect that they did. It was the Clique after all, but if Kevin hadn't called last night... Scott still would have known that something most likely had gone on last night. Oh boy. And how would Kevin and Scott, not to mention Sean and Glen react if they did go forward with this idea they had planned? Other than Hunter and Shawn, Dave didn't really know the members of the group that well... except that they all considered each other like family. Big oh boy. He still hadn't managed to move an inch when Shawn crossed the room and opened the door. Hunter was hiding over in the corner pretending to drink a glass of water. Then Scott was striding into the room and it was almost obvious that his concern for Shawn wasn't related to his head injury from last night. Dave dropped his head back to the bed suppressing a groan. This had to be one of the weirdest most emotion-fraught days of his entire life and it looked like the roller-coaster ride wasn't over by a long shot. He returned Scott's nod with one of his own. Noticing that Scott had just explained Ric's part in the flight, Dave decided for the moment he was going to keep quiet, though he did wonder about whatever Scott was now whispering in Hunter's ear. Whatever it was, Hunter didn't exactly looked thrilled. This was going to be a long... very, very long day. **** "They've got the room next door, I'll be back in a minute." Oh, he wouldn't...oh yes he would. Adam zipped his jeans and turned just in time to see Chris' blanket covered-behind sashaying through the door. He shook his head even as he walked towards the door... like he'd said... insane. He made it to the door in time to see Chris blow a kiss at Shelton Benjamin, who seemed to be a little agog at seeing the near naked man in the hall. Smothering a laugh behind his hand he watched as the door swung open and Jay started yelling. Chris of course waltzed right into the room, unworried about who might have seen him. Jay looked rather shocked standing in the doorway and Adam smothered another laugh. He approached Shelton who was still standing in the hallway, trying to look like he wasn't craning his neck to see around Jay. Standing right next to the slightly shorter man, Adam leaned on Shelton's shoulder with his elbow and looked through the doorway. Watching Chris drop his blanket and clothes barrier, Adam snickered and turned to the other man. "Pretty sight, isn't it?" he asked the man who still appeared to be frozen in place. Shelton nodded almost catatonically and Adam pulled his elbow from the man's shoulder before putting his hand against the side of his head and giving him a hefty shove. "Too bad I don't share," he said with a laugh before Chris' voice rang out into the hallway. "...Naked here." Snorting quietly, Adam smiled. That was more than obvious. "Jay, shut the door before you scare someone. At least Chris used a blanket... although I suppose a pillow is more appropriately sized for..." Adam laughed loudly as the door was slammed shut in his face. Adam shrugged and sent a last evil grin in Shelton's direction. The man hadn't moved from the spot he'd ended up in after Adam's shove. Wandering back into his own room, Adam left the door cracked for Chris' return and finished getting dressed. He was pretty sure that wasn't the reaction that Chris was expecting him to have, but then he always liked to wait a little while before delivering just desserts... when Chris least expected it... that's when he'd get Adam's reaction. **** "Glennn! Come on... get up." Glen buried his face in his pillow to hide his amusement at the tugging on his hand. "If you don't get up then we won't have time to go to the store before we have to head to the airport and you know how I get when I don't have something to eat for the flight." Finally he couldn't hide his laughter any more. Raising his head from the pillow, he gave a hefty jerk on the hand wrapped around his, pulling Sean onto the bed with a loud screech. "You are evil Glen, pure evil. How long have you been awake?" "Long enough to hear you calling me a giant slug. You know one of these days I might just take all those insults to heart," Glen said with a pout. He thought he pouted pretty well for someone his size. Sean's snort informed him otherwise. "Yeah, I doubt it. You know I love you too much to actually mean it." Punctuating his words by sticking out his tongue, Sean bounced off the bed and finished getting dressed. "Now come on... get up and get moving. I'm not getting on that plane unless I have something sweet." Glen rolled his eyes and flopped over onto his back. Hey, that meant he was halfway to getting up and after Sean had kissed him awake at five this morning, it had taken him awhile to fall back to sleep. A very pleasant long while. Yawning big enough to crack his jaw, he smiled at his little bundle of energy. "Like you actually need more sugar, Sean. Fine, fine... I'm getting up. Give me a few to shower and get dressed and then I'll run you down to the mini-mart." He still wasn't sure why they were flying... they were only going to Uniondale. Sean had informed him that Ric had told him last night to show up at the airport for the noon flight. It should be interesting in any case... a private charter with Ric Flair and the Clique all on one plane. Should be very interesting indeed. He wondered which of them would be tempted to toss Sean out of the plane first if he actually did get his sugar fix. He'd have to stop them of course...as much as Sean liked to think otherwise when he was in the ring, his lover couldn't fly. **** "I wouldn't mind seeing the back of this hotel once and for all, and we could eat in the lim....." Thank God Hunt had realised what he was about to say. Shawn had no more desire to sit in that limo and relive last night's conversation than his friend obviously did, no matter how well the end results seemed to be working out. He cast a glance at Dave at the question about the flight; all he knew was that Ric had popped in and said something about flying today. Hopefully Dave knew more than either of them apparently did. Damn. Staring at Dave, sprawled across the bed that they'd shared the night before, wasn't helping him any. He tore his eyes away from the big man as he shifted uncomfortably. They really needed to not just jump into sex... but lord, did he wish that they could. Of course, considering how wound up he was getting over the mere thought, he probably wouldn't last five minutes once they actually did. Another knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He smiled a little sadly as Hunt quickly busied himself, obviously not wanting to get anywhere near the door. Whatever had happened between him and Kevin, they had to get worked out. It was hurting Hunt, and Shawn knew Kev well enough to know that he was probably hurting over it too, no matter how reluctant he'd be to admit it. But then, Kevin never wanted to admit that he could be anything less than perfectly controlled. Shawn suspected that Scott had gotten through that iron will, but had never asked... and although he'd dearly love to witness it, he knew he never would. If Kev was ever going to give up his control like that, it would be only to Scotty. Blinking a little at the direction his thoughts had taken, he forced his attention back to the present and stood up, walking almost reluctantly across the room. He really wished that Kev and Scott hadn't stopped by right at that particular moment, but there probably wasn't going to be a good time for this. Opening the door, he stepped out of the way as the two walked in. "...so we thought we would stop by and...." Then again... watching Scott's face as he saw who else was in the room and listening to the way his voice trailed off almost made the bad timing worthwhile. Shawn managed not to grin, but couldn't quite keep his lips from twitching. "We didn't know that you were already in such good hands." Letting the door close, he stopped cold as he watched Scott head directly for Hunter. Shit. Remembering that phone conversation from the night before, he was suddenly afraid that his two friends knew far more than he'd thought... but not nearly enough to head off possible problems. Whatever Scott said to Hunter, Hunt looked much less than thrilled to hear it, and Shawn found himself standing next to Hunt before he'd realised he was moving. "Hunt...?" The word was quiet, almost breathed into Hunter's ear. Shawn realised he had an arm around Hunt's waist that he couldn't remember putting there, but he wasn't about to complain, given the look on Hunter's face. He glanced over Hunt's shoulder at Dave, still reclining on the bed, but couldn't tell what he was thinking, given the dark glasses the man was wearing. Probably to hide the bruises, Shawn knew, but they were damned inconvenient at moments like this. Shrugging, he smiled at Dave, then turned his head and brought his free hand up to Hunter's cheek, turning his face a little. Ignoring Scott and Kevin for the time being, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Hunter's, lingering until he felt a response, and deepened the kiss. He allowed himself to indulge in Hunter's taste, savouring it, and pulled away after a long moment, before it got too serious. The point wasn't to start something, but to try to reassure the man in front of him. The fact that his own body had responded to the kiss didn't surprise him at all, but he ignored it as he looked into those whiskey eyes and said softly enough for only Hunt to hear, "I love you." After one last caress to Hunter's cheek, Shawn turned and took the few steps necessary to return to the bed, settling down next to Dave again, almost leaning against him, and let one hand fall casually on the big man's shoulder. Finally looking up at the other two men in the room, he smiled and said, "I have no idea why Ric booked a flight, but we were just about to leave to eat breakfast before going to the airport. Thanks for the concern, Scott, but as you can see..." His smile widened for just an instant as he looked from Dave to Hunter before looking back to the dark-haired man in front of him. "I'm fine." **** although I suppose a pillow is more appropriately sized for... Chris chuckled as Jay slammed the door in Adam's grinning face. Well, that wasn't the reaction he'd expected from his little 'statement', nevertheless CJ was pretty happy all round. Dragging on his clothes he considered exactly how he felt about Adam's amusement. He hadn't wanted or expected his lover to try and stop him, or thank god, freak out and dress him, like one memorably possessive boyfriend had tried, in ugly pants and three sweaters. But still, absolute hilarity with no hint of bother was a first in Chris' experience. He'd been almost hoping Adam would at least threaten to punish him for giving Shelton an eyeful, but no luck there either. Oh well, his style wasn't being cramped and that was the main thing. CJ's smile turned momentarily to a frown. He wasn't daring Adam to try and test the guy's reactions was he? That would be pretty low and not the sort of game Chris enjoyed playing in the least. Adam had nothing... nothing to prove to Chris and he should just damn well remember that. CJ should be counting his blessing that Adam had liked him enough to give them a shot together, not push the man to see if he'd dump him. His lover wasn't going to try and change him after one fantastic night, not going to lock him in a box and fix him till he was just right. If anything he hoped Adam would join him in his somewhat eclectic behaviour. Not many could claim the title of 'Most Likely To Be An Evil Mastermind' like Chris, but he was pretty sure Adam would give him a run for his money. So Adam didn't mind if Chris acted up every now and again. That was good. He could be mature when he needed to be, he could, but why be serious when life was too much fun not to enjoy. And if his erratic, spitfire personality was tempered by Adam's restrained intensity, then maybe the reverse was true too. Hell, he'd rub off on Adam any chance he got. Tugging his brush from his bag, Chris pulled it roughly through his hair while assessing the mood of the room he'd so baldly strutted into. He'd interrupted something, obviously, but there was more than just thwarted lust tainting the atmosphere between Bunnykins and Jay. The big man was impatiently tapping his keys on the window pane while in a cloud of huffs and sighs, Reso was gathering his things for a shower. The pillow had been replaced by a towel, much to Chris' amusement, and the sandy haired man nearly slammed the door off its hinges as he entered the bathroom. "Bad timing huh?" Chris asked Bunnykins as he finished with his hair and poked around in his bag for his sunglasses. A lift of massive shoulders indicated a shrug, "Not really." Ahhh, well that didn't sound good. If he'd had any inkling that all was not well in the State of Denmark, CJ would have phoned first, before barging in. He could be ultra sensitive to other peoples feeling when it was warranted. Most of the time they were just being idiotic that's all. "We're getting food, then heading off by one-thirty. You want to join us?" He'd prefer to keep Adam all to himself till the car ride but if Jay and Bunnykins needed a buffer, he'd be there in a second. "No thanks," the deep chocolate eyes turned finally towards the emphatically closed bathroom door, their expression just this side of exasperated. "We've eaten. See you at the car." "Cool." Since he probably couldn't do much more than add to the discomfort here, Chris shouldered his gear bag, took the handle of his case and let himself out. Thankfully Adam had left the door open, or Chris would have had to start kicking again. "Miss me?" CJ asked as he dumped his gear on the pile with Adam's. Moving into the man's personal space he slid his arms around a trim waist, now regretfully covered in clothes. Leaning up on tip toes, he pressed his lips to Adam's and led them both into another wonderful, friendly, loving and almost clothes-rippingly hot kiss. **** cause you, Kev, and I are long overdue for a talk. Family… right Hunter? Hunter tried to stifle his involuntary wince at the word 'talk', but he suspected Shawn at least had caught him. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was rehash everything with Kevin and certainly not while Scott and others were there to witness it. He loved his friends, he really did, but he'd had enough of digging into old wounds to last a lifetime. But Scott had thrown Hunter's own words back at him, this was his family. He'd do anything they asked of him... anything. He returned Scott's half hug, taking some comfort from the big warm body so close to his own. Hunter hadn't realised how much he'd missed the casual physical contact they all shared, since he'd been pulling away from the group these last few months. When Scott moved back, Hunter almost followed him, wanting to bury himself in his friend's arms and hide for a moment. But he caught himself before the thought even began, Kevin was just now striding into the room and Hunt didn't want Kev to think he was pawing at Scotty or anything. Fortunately, Shawn must be telepathic because in a second he was at Hunter's side, arm around his waist a solid bar of contact. Shawn was his anchor right now, for all he'd been the terrible ache in his heart for so long, he'd always looked to Shawn for support in any situation. At his whispered enquiry Hunter shook his head slightly, not now. Shawn seemed to understand him, the beautiful man simply turning Hunt's face towards him for a deep, sweet kiss. It was their third and they were getting better every try, his body responding involuntarily to Shawn's slim lean form pressed against him. Hunter wondered when he'd stop counting Shawn's kisses, probably at two hundred if he was lucky enough to be around that long. At the deep, husky, "I love you," Hunter wanted to snatch Shawn back to him, to hold him close just like he'd wanted with Scott, but he let the smaller man slide away, returning to the bed to relax beside the prone Dave. They looked good together, Shawn and Dave. All that strength and passion, his friends finding their way towards something deeper, better. Hunter was so thankful he'd have a ringside seat. He shook his head slightly at himself. Since when was he such a needy cuddler? Since he'd realised he could have that if he just asked for it? It was a bit sad really, but he'd get over it. Getting over himself seemed more of an issue if he was judging Shawn's behaviour correctly. Not only was that kiss one of comfort, but the heat his friend had been trying to suppress was starting to get obvious. "You're just dying to get some aren't you Heartbreaker?" Hunter thought. Although he could hardly blame the man, his own sex drive had been on hold for so long, he'd forgotten he had one. At a terrible attempt at casual Hunter slid his hands into his pockets and raised his brows at Scott and Kevin in enquiry. "Can anyone tell me why I am the only one not to know about this flight? Maybe Ric is plotting something and you've all just wrecked the secret?" He doubted it very much. If Ric had organised this flight, he'd certainly told Hunter. Most likely at about 6:15 this morning when Hunter had been having real trouble telling his ass from his elbow. Glancing again at his watch to avoid anyone's eyes he added, "We really need to go if we're going to eat before the flight. Greg'll have the car ready by now, you two lovebirds can have the limo." He indicated Scott and Kevin on his way towards the door. "Running away Hunter?" Damn, he wished Vince would just shut up. **** Dave looked on as Shawn approached Hunter. As soon as their lips met, his brain was sending a certain other part of his body a wake-up call. Not a particularly good time for it, but then who could blame him...Hunter and Shawn kissing was just... damn freaking hot. As the kiss ended he shot a look in Scott and Kev's directions, wondering if they'd understood Shawn's not so subtle hint. He smirked at their expressions. They definitely knew something was up, if not exactly what it was. The mattress sinking under Shawn's weight gave him enough warning so that he didn't jump at the hand on his shoulder. And the expressions didn't get any less amusing... "I'm fine." Shawn was fine... or at least much better than he had been last night. Hopefully things would be getting even better as the day progressed if they ever got a chance to sit down and talk. Somehow the flight didn't seem like it was going to be fraught with opportunities if they were all going to be on it. Dave watched with not a tiny bit of confusion as Hunter tried to rush them from the room. What in the world had Scott said to Hunter? It couldn't have been about what happened last night; Scott would have waited to get the details of what had happened, especially after finding the three of them together. It had to be something else. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to let Hunter slink out of the room like a scalded dog. Think quick, Dave. Dave almost laughed when he came up with an answer. It'd give him a chance to show Hunter a bit of support and at the same time it would give Hunter an opportunity to decide how much of this rather odd situation he was ready to reveal. "Hey, Hunter, be a pal and give me a hand up would ya? I've still got a twinge in my back from that last bump that I took." It was a little bit sneaky referring to the fall he'd taken this morning when they had both landed on top of him and he wasn't really feeling anything from it other than the lingering ache at the bridge of his nose. It would however give him an excuse to toss his arm around Hunter's shoulder for awhile. Scott and Kevin wouldn't be any wiser since he had been in the ring last night where Shawn had hit him with a chair. While he waited to see what Hunter was going to do, Dave laid his cheek against Shawn's hand, which was still lingering on his shoulder. Hopefully Shawn would take the hint and not freak out thinking that he'd been hurt earlier. **** to be continued... |