"ITVR: Chapter 30"
Wants.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Slowly coming back to himself, Shawn swam reluctantly up out of the blissful haze he was lost in, realising that he was still in Hunter's arms, draped back across the man's body, his head lolling on Hunt's shoulder. His lips curved in a smile as he relived the image of Dave on his knees in front of him... the sound of Hunter's voice in his ear... Practically every fantasy he'd had for the last year could come true if things went well. Judging from Hunter's reaction, prodding him gently in the rear, and Dave's enthusiasm, he wasn't the only one happy about that possibility. Twitching a little, he opened his eyes almost drowsily, hearing Dave say his friend's name in an almost questioning tone. Hunter shifted beneath him, one hand slipping away... before Shawn could voice a protest, the sight in front of him took his breath away. Dave and Hunter... shadow and gold... The mental image of the two of them wrapped around each other, nude, made him shiver. Such a beautiful contrast... A quiet noise of appreciation slipped out of him as he watched them, in almost the perfect position for appreciating the sight. Something about the sight brought back vague memories of what Hunter had said to him, and his smile widened a little at the memory of Hunter, voice husky and warm, calling him "my love". That memory brought back another, and his eyes widened abruptly as he stared at Hunter. ".. .will you do that to me Shawn?... Please?" He sucked in a breath, suddenly far more conscious of the hard length prodding against him, his mouth almost watering with the thought of finally tasting that long-wondered-about flavour... And then his world shifted, tilted, and Hunter's hands were at his waist, and then he was back in the seat... by himself. Blinking in confusion, he stared at Dave for a minute, until the vaguely hurt expression on the big man's face sank in. Hunt... Hunt had left. Had left him... had left Dave. Oh. Oh. Hunt hadn't looked upset, just... confused? Shaking his head a little, Shawn levered himself up, then took the half-step necessary to collapse into Dave's lap, making himself comfortable there without pausing to ask the man if he'd mind. The look on Dave's face told him all he needed to know: Whatever had just happened, Dave was pretty upset about it. He might not know the man terribly well---an interesting thought, considering their current situation---but he'd known him long enough and spent enough time around him with Hunter to recognise the expression. Winding an arm around Dave's neck, he looked up at the big man. "Dave..." He stopped, not quite sure what to say. His mind wasn't really focused yet, which wasn't helping. All he really wanted to do at the moment was curl up in Dave's lap and enjoy the moment, but... Hunter. Hunter hadn't really responded to Dave at all today, had he? Was Dave wondering if Hunter really wanted him? Shawn knew he did, had heard Hunt whine and bitch and moan about being rejected by Dave... although of course he'd been under the same misapprehension about Hunt's marriage, so he hadn't really understood the rejection that Hunt had meant, but still. Well... if Hunter had just gone to be alone for a few minutes, Shawn was going to respect that wish. He might not like it, but he was going to respect it. For now, anyway. Curling into Dave, he leaned up and kissed him softly. He was acting a little more emotional than he normally did, but he was allowed; how often did someone get a walking fantasy handed to them, after all? Even if the other two members of said fantasy seemed to be having communication issues, he was damned if he was going to be given this marvelous taste of what could be and then sit back and watch it slip away from them. Definitely not. He'd go talk to Hunter, but the man had to tell Dave... or show him... or something... how he felt about him, or the big man would try to bow out, Shawn was pretty sure. For now... "Thank you," he said softly, smiling. "That was... amazing. And that... that thing you did with the tongue bar..." He shivered at the memory, smiling a little wider before taking a breath and plowing ahead. "I know you're still not sure about this whole thing, but please... give us some time to try to work things out. I'm sure that sounds strange coming from me, all things considered, but..." Flushing just a little, his eyes dropping to Dave's shoulder, he said reluctantly, "It's been a long time since I've been with anyone, and... well... over the last day, I just..." His voice trailed off awkwardly. He normally wasn't this tongue-tied, but it had been an exceptional day no matter how you looked at it. **** "Scott..." As soon as Kevin's head landed against his shoulder, Scott wanted to cackle with glee. He didn't because he knew that it would bother Kevin, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't do it later when he was all by himself. God, he just loved it when one of his hunches paid off... and this one had, in spades. Scott almost couldn't restrain a laugh though when he heard both Dave and Hunt's names from the front of the plane. Good lord. He bit down on his lip for a moment, fighting the impulse and just managed to swing his thoughts back to Kevin again when the man looked up at him, his face nicely lit with a pink glow. Yep, no two ways about it... just plain beautiful. He'd have to pick something else for when they were alone tonight just so he could actually take advantage of one of these pretty little blushes. Then Kevin started talking and Scott got lost in his words... words that he hadn't expected Kevin to give voice to. Scott was aware of Kevin's fondness for his hair. The times he'd touched it when he thought Scott was sleeping were innumerable. As soon as he'd realized that it was a regular occurrence and not just random acts he'd sworn he'd never cut it shorter than it was at that time. "When you wrap your hair around me when you're going down on me..." Like he had just last night. The flashback of him going down on Kevin last night was short but sweet. Short because he was choking up over Kevin actually giving these thoughts voice. Normally it wasn't something that Kevin did... he let his actions speak for him. Today just seemed to be the day for emotional moments and lots of surprises. "Beautiful, Scott. God, I love you." Soft lips pressing against his cut off his reciprocation for the moment. There was so much emotion in that gentle kiss. Scott's vision blurred a bit with the dampness in his eyes, but he blinked it away. He knew that Kev had more than likely noticed it. He didn't care. Kevin was the one person he wasn't going to hide anything from. Shawn's loud cry echoed through the plane. Definitely a toss up between him and Glen... he'd have to ask Kevin later. He laughed along with Kevin, grinning over the true words that he'd spoken. "I think Heartbreaker's gotten what he wanted. He's always been good at that." Scott had to agree... Shawn always had been good at that, but Scott had a feeling he was going to have to work a little bit to get what he really wanted. A relationship involving three people was never all hearts and roses in the beginning. If anyone should know that though it would be Shawn after the experience he'd had with Kevin and Scott. They would have to work at it... especially with all the issues involved there. Hunter's marriage, Vince, Dave having to deal with Shawn and Hunter's pre-established feelings for each other, the reactions of people backstage... any one of those things could cause major trouble and that was just the tip of the iceberg. He'd have to check in on Shawn later and see if he needed a sounding board for anything. They'd also have to make an effort to get to know Dave better if he was going to be a part of the family now. When Hunter passed by on his way to the lavatory, Scott was a little surprised. He'd left the two of them up there alone such a short time after... He winced a bit. Definitely not a good thing. He wondered what had set Hunter off. He hadn't looked angry, just... confused. Hopefully now that Kevin and Hunter had patched up their relationship Hunter would come to Kevin if he needed to talk. He knew that both he and Kevin would do their best to help along the fledgling relationship, but only if they were asked. Pushing would not do any good. But since he couldn't do anything about it right at this moment... Looking at Kevin again, Scott smiled down at him. "Next time we have one of these flights planned, we'll have to save a round for later," he said with a wink. "Can't let the others have all the fun. Although..." Taking a moment to run his fingers through Kevin's hair again, Scott feathered a few kisses gently along his neck. "I kind of like this slow burn thing we have going on here. By tonight we'll both be ready for more... and I think maybe during our time off we should spend a little time in our room." He knew that Kevin would understand the implications of "our room"... the room they had set up at the house for their non-vanilla adventures. It had been a long time since they'd used that particular room, but the timing just seemed right. Hopefully Kevin would agree. "I love you, Kev." Lifting his head from Kevin's neck, Scott pressed his mouth against Kevin's. A little more kindling added to the fire that was smoldering inside him. **** or are you coming with? Chris snorted at the obviously dirty joke he could've made, but manfully refrained from doing so. Lifting himself from Adam's body with a small pout of regret, CJ blinked into the bright sunlight and re-adjusted his sunglasses. Trying to exit the car with some grace, his plan was shot to hell by a sharp pain in his calf muscle. Propping his foot up onto the trunk of the car, Chris pulled his booted toes back until the sharp twinge receded. "Fuck, cramp, fuck, cramp, cramp, cramp, fuck, fuck, fuck..." His plea for 'Gatorade Babe, please' was lost in amongst the cursing as CJ leaned his head onto his knee. "... cramp, fuck, cramp, fuck..." While sprawling across the backseat and lover were obviously comfortable in many ways, his protesting leg was demanding he drive for the foreseeable future. "... fuckity, fuck, fuck..." Or at least sit in a seat like a normal person. When the pain had finally gone, Chris lowered his leg from the embarrassingly ballet-like pose and looked around for said shiny new lover. Jay was sitting on the hood of the car, twisting the top off a soda bottle and staring far into the distance. He really looked like he needed a friend. The problem was, they really didn't have enough time given that Bunnykins was joining the payment queue. He'd make sure to bail up Reso before the show tonight. Eyeing the restroom door, Chris wandered over to see if he could ambush Adam and get some 'alone' time. It only took about thirty seconds before the door opened. CJ tackled the taller man back into the restroom, his momentum carrying them into the far wall. Pleased he'd missed crippling Adam on an inconveniently placed sink, Chris dragged Adam's face down to his, hooked one leg up beside a slim hip and kissed his lover like there was no tomorrow. The initial shock that had held Adam frozen soon dissipated, his response causing Chris to almost try and climb into him. 'Such a damn good kisser... and all mine.' was CJ's possessive thought as his hands glided from the back of Adam's neck into his hair, tangling it wildly in the process. The thirsty, wet sounds of their mouths locking and moving began to seriously tighten Chris jeans. They really, really didn't have time dammit, and his soul might be willing, but despite its renewed interest, CJ's flesh was weak. Although he'd be willing to entertain doubts if Adam kept doing that. Pulling back Chris smiled innocently into Adam's wicked face. "Good thing that was you Babe, that woman with the hair looked like an octopus." **** Hunter sighed angrily at himself and tore the sunglasses ruthlessly from his hair, dropping them by the sink. Letting cool water flow over his hands, he splashed his face carefully so as not to ruin his clothes. The brisk chill killing Hunter's ardour easily and sending a small shiver down his spine. "What the fuck was that anyway?" Hunter avoided his eyes in the mirror and he looked down and his hands now resting loosely on the edges of the sink. The slow splat of drops falling from the tips of his fingers against steel. "You hold in your arms the love of your life while he has the most amazing orgasm you've ever seen, then your other potential true love starts kissing you like you taste like candy or something and what do you do Champ? Do you climb all over him and fuck his brains out? Oh no, not you, you big coward. You run and hide. What is it Hunter? Huh?" Finally meeting his eyes, Hunt asks harshly, "What are you so afraid of?" But there are no answers to be found and quite frankly Hunt was getting sick of his own reflection. All this self-analysis was killing him. But at least... at least he and Kevin were cool now. That meant a helluva lot to Hunter. And maybe he could talk to the Big Man now about these things which were risking disaster between him and Dave. Checking his watch, Hunt realised they'd be landing soon so he smoothed his hair, re-gained his sunglasses and came out of hiding. First thing he saw was Ric's concerned face and enquiring eyebrow. He hadn't even thought how his mentor might respond to the little scene that had occurred to the front of the plane. Sitting next to the blond, Hunt smiled reassuringly at Ric to ease the worry in his friend's eyes. "Did I say thank you for last night Ric? Probably not so... thanks. I... things were crazy with Shawn and Dave. I let it get to me, but I appreciate you checking on me." Hunter couldn't stop the sly grin that he directed at the older man. "Tell Candy thanks as well. I appreciate her sacrifice too." Ric's snort of amusement was a beautifully normal sound in Hunter's morning of abnormality. "Any time Champ, just don't make a habit of it okay?" Ric slung and arm companionably around Hunt's shoulders. "I mean... I got things to do, talent to check out you know. I can't keep baby sittin' you when I got places to be understand?" The brash teasing was like water off a duck to Hunter. Ric had been in his room at the hotel, by himself, after all. "Sure Ric, I'll be more considerate in the future." Hunter captured his water bottle from the small coffee table and snuck a glance at Kevin and Scott. The lovers were obviously in the midst of some kind of moment and Hunt was loathe to interrupt them. They just looked so at ease together, despite their pasts and Hunter felt a surge of envy at their successful relationship. "But they're ain't gonna be no future calls right Champ?" Ric's question drew Hunter's attention back from the couple across from them. The older man gestured vaguely at were Shawn and Dave were situated. "Ya got that sorted out right Champ?" He honestly didn't know how to answer that. Yes, the pain from last night had been soundly demolished by Shawn this morning, but Hunter's anxiety still remained for some reason. His response to Dave's kisses worried him more than he could say and Hunt just hoped they'd have a chance to talk soon without interruptions. "Good afternoon passengers. Just letting you know we will be landing presently. If you could find your seats, we will begin our decent shortly. Thank you." The voice of their pilot came over the speakers, her warm honeyed voice causing Ric's ears to perk up and Hunter's spine to unclench somewhat. "Oh yeah Baby, wooo!" Ric was practically salivating. "I just looove a woman in uniform!" Hunt nearly choked on his water. **** To say that Hunter's enthusiastic response surprised him would be an understatement. After the barely there exchanges he'd received for most of the day, he had expected gentle... tentative, if he received a response at all. What he ended up getting was neither. It was hot... forceful... a storming of the gates and Dave was momentarily stunned by its intensity. The hand tangled in his shirt was warm against his chest, the material of his shirt a thin barrier to that desired touch. Hunter's probing tongue searched every recess of his mouth in an erotically forceful display. Dave returned the favor, taking in every nuance that he'd missed during the kiss that he'd initiated in Hunter's suite. He had been too caught up in the emotions then to register the smooth blend of spicy-sweet that was Hunter, but he definitely noticed it this time around. The muted noise that passed from Hunter's mouth to his own sent a shiver down his spine. He'd never heard a sound like that from the man he was so tied up in at the moment and he hoped with everything in him that he'd get the chance to hear it again... and again... and again. The sensual experience he'd just had of bringing Shawn off with his mouth, the taste of his essence still lingered on his tongue mixing with Hunter's own distinct flavor, still lingered in his head. Then this kiss that so closely resembled a long enthusiastic fuck more than a simple meeting of mouths... Dave was about ten seconds away from begging Hunter to do him right there on the floor of the plane, regardless of who might be there. And then it was simply over. The brand of Hunter's hand against his chest was no longer claiming but forcing a separation of their fused lips. Dave slowly opened eyes that he hadn't realized he'd closed and tried to focus on what had just happened. He could handle the separation, after all it wasn't as if they actually had the time or space to follow that mind-blowing kiss to its logical conclusion, but what came after that... he wasn't sure he could handle that at all. Watching warily as Hunter gently kissed Shawn's head and then lifted him from his lap, Dave tried to interpret the look on Hunter's face but his mind was still mired in the fog of passion their kiss had induced. Before he managed to fight his way out of it, Shawn was dressed and Hunter had fled. There was no doubt in his mind that that was the exact word for what Hunter had done either. Without even having the chance to process the "why" of Hunter fleeing to the back of the plane, Dave settled on his immediate response... hurt. He knew that it was probably showing on his face, but he couldn't tuck it away while he was still scrambling for the reason that Hunter left. Letting his head drop back against the seat, he avoided looking at Shawn for a moment while he tried to process his screaming thoughts. He'd pushed... too hard, too fast. Leaving Hunter out of the encounter hadn't been an option for him because he hadn't wanted to take things to that point without him. So he'd led Hunter up here, dropped Shawn in his lap, and proceeded on with his little plan without even bothering to ask if Hunter was comfortable with it. Then once again without thinking about the consequences of his spontaneous actions, he'd initiated the kiss, wanting to ensure that Hunter hadn't felt left out. He had wanted to make sure that Hunter knew there was desire for both of them in equal measure... that it wasn't just Shawn that could make him lose control and do things that he wouldn't normally do in such a public place. Then again maybe it wasn't just that he'd pushed. He'd thought from Hunter's response that he'd finally had the answers to his questions about how Hunter actually felt towards him. But If Hunter hadn't been with anyone in quite some time, as he was assuming, then maybe the kiss had been an instinctive response given the situation. Maybe that scorchingly hot response hadn't been for him at all, but just a way to vent some of Hunter's own frustration. He couldn't help the doubts swamping him. Hunter's cool responses throughout the day had eaten at him... he'd be the first to admit it. Then the first time he'd actually gotten a response, and one hell of a response at that, Hunter lit out of there like his ass was on fire. It had to be because of him... didn't it? Just maybe he was right with his earlier thought that Hunter was going along with this because Shawn had asked and not because he really wanted it. Shawn settling in his lap was enough to stop him from wallowing in that miserable thought, at least for awhile. The arm around his neck drew his attention to the man cuddled up against him and Dave tried for a tentative smile, knowing that he failed miserably. He wanted to smile... he wanted to be happy and simply enjoy the experience that they'd just shared, but he couldn't when one of the parties to that experience was hiding out in the airplane lavatory. "Thank you." Shawn was thanking him. He kind of thought that he should be thanking Shawn for making at least one of his long-held dreams a reality. Even if the others ended up turning to dust, he'd have that to remember. He flushed as Shawn mentioned his tongue bar. Shawn had obviously liked it and he'd never been happier that he'd gotten it done. "I know you're still not sure about this whole thing, but please... give us some time to try to work things out." Dave wasn't sure that time was going to help, but for the moment he concentrated on Shawn's reaction. He seemed embarrassed that he'd been so worked up when to Dave's way of thinking it was a compliment that he had been. Wrapping one arm around Shawn's back, he used the other to press two fingers against Shawn's mouth. "Shhh. Stop Shawn. You don't have to try to explain it. After the number of close calls that we've had in the last twenty-four hours, I was just as worked up as you were and I didn't want to put a stop to things again any more than I did before. If I recall, I'm the one that led the way up here and I'm the one that bumped things to another level. You just let me have my way... which I'm extremely fond of I have to tell you," he finished with a wink, though where he managed to dredge up his sense of humor he had not a clue. "I just wish it had ended on a little better note." There was the rub wasn't it? He couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him. If he'd just waited until after they talked things through maybe Hunter wouldn't feel the need to be hiding right now. He wanted to be honest with Shawn though. Maybe this just wasn't going to work out and it wouldn't do to give the man false hope. "I don't know about this though Shawn. We can all talk about this until we're blue in the face, but... I just don't know. Hunter... the way he's been through all of this... yes he's said it's what he wants, but it just feels like he's going along with it because it's what you want. Maybe I'm wrong... I hope that I'm wrong, but it doesn't feel that way." He could tell that Shawn wasn't very happy with his assessment of things, but he couldn't help the way that he felt. "You should go check on him, make sure he's alright. I just want to sit here a bit and think about things." Dave placed a gentle kiss on Shawn's lips. He wasn't at all sure that Shawn would agree with what he wanted him to do. There wasn't much he could do if Shawn decided not to go. He didn't honestly want him to go anywhere either, but... Hunter. One thing was for sure... they needed to sit down and talk and soon. If this wasn't what Hunter wanted, he wanted to know now before it was too late. The only thing was, Dave had a feeling it already was too late. **** Adam sighed as he looked into the mirror over the sink. He'd taken care of business, washed his hands, and messed with his hair in an attempt to delay the inevitable. When Chris had started in on swearing about his cramp, his first instinct had been to help alleviate it. The problem there was that he'd basically have been fondling Chris' leg in full view of the public and he couldn't have sworn that it wouldn't have gotten out of hand. Pathetic if you really thought about it. He was so whipped and they'd barely even started this thing that was going on between them... imagine how bad he'd be in a month. So he was hiding out in here long enough to make sure he wouldn't be faced with temptation. Deciding that he'd probably been in here long enough to make people wonder if he'd fallen in, he turned and unlocked the door. He'd barely had the door opened and hadn't even managed a half step before he was hit by an energetic bundle of blond. Was it weird that he'd recognized Chris' weight after only one night? Probably not considering the number of times they'd found themselves in similar positions in the ring... similar but not quite the same. He certainly would have noticed Chris laying a lip-lock on him in front of a crowd. Soft warm lips covered his own, tongue plundering and searching, and the gentle warmth of Chris' hands on the back of his neck held him motionless for all of about fifteen seconds. This must be one of those inappropriate displays of public affection that Chris had mentioned. He considered the necessity of locking the door, but the thought was fleeting. Toss it. Finally moving, he put his hands at Chris hips and twined his tongue around Chris'. Was it kinky that he was kind of turned on by the threat of public discovery? Chris' hands tangling in his hair drew a ragged moan from somewhere deep inside him and he increased the forcefulness of his searching tongue. If there had been even a slim chance that either of them was up for it by now, he'd have been locking the door and begging Chris to take him right there in the bathroom stall. There was the added point that they didn't really have time for the delay either. Not that it would take all that long if it were round one of the day, but round four? That didn't stop Adam from letting his hands slide down to cover Chris' ass, pulling hard against the mounds to bring their groins into close contact. A little bit of teasing never hurt... right? "Good thing that was you Babe, that woman with the hair looked like an octopus." Adam didn't fall for the innocent act for one moment and Chris most likely wouldn't fall for his either. "Oh! It's you. And here I thought some overzealous fan was looking to grab a piece in a public restroom." Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Chris' nose at the same time he slapped him on the ass. With a smirk, he headed out the door and turned towards the cooler section to grab Chris' Gatorade. **** As much as he was enjoying Dave's embrace, Shawn couldn't quite relax into it. The big man was radiating unhappy tension and he was reacting to that. "...I was just as worked up as you were..." The temptation to suck those fingers into his mouth arose in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away. Even if they had time for him to try anything, Hunter's flight had pretty obviously countered Dave's reaction to what had just happened, and this wasn't a good time for that sort of thing, given the mixed emotions floating around. Even thinking that, Shawn could feel himself starting to ground again, starting to get pretty upset with Hunter. For God's sake, if Hunt was so into this, what the hell was up with him? He'd said he wanted it... but he was acting like he was almost... afraid of it. Shawn blinked. Was that it? Was it that simple? Was Hunter afraid of what he was feeling? It was entirely possible, Shawn supposed, given how afraid he'd been of what he'd felt for Hunt for so long. And after dreaming of the impossible for so long, to have it handed to you with a smile... that could make anyone paranoid. Especially someone who'd been living a lie for the last year, and who apparently hadn't had any intimate contact for that time. Exhaling slowly, Shawn listened to Dave's unhappy words, frowning. "...it just feels like he's going along with it because it's what you want." Oh, now that had better not be the case. If it was, Shawn was really going to lose it. But... looking back at Hunter's reactions not just today, but over the last year or so, he really didn't think that was the problem. Hunt had tried too often too hard to get Dave's attention to just walk away from it now. "You should go check on him, make sure he's alright. I just want to sit here a bit and think about things." He was half-expecting the kiss, to be honest. Dave obviously enjoyed being affectionate, and he didn't mind that at all. What he did mind was the thought of leaving the man alone in the frame of mind he was so obviously in. He opened his mouth to protest, but one look at the expression on Dave's face and he shut it again, nodding slightly. "All right. Just don't... don't give up. Please. I know Hunt's not stringing you along, Dave. I just... I think there's something else going on and we need to find out what that is." Standing up, he smiled at the man... at his lover?... before walking to the back. He caught Sean staring at him but ignored his friend, not quite ready to deal with Kid's energy level. He paused when he reached the couches; Scott and Kev all cuddled up together made him smile, but the sight of Hunter sitting next to Ric brought an ache to his heart. What if he was wrong? "If you could find your seats, we will begin our descent shortly." Shaking his head slightly, he pushed away the doubts and stopped in front of Hunter, looking down at him. "We need to talk, Hunt." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ric look from Hunter to him and roll his eyes before pushing himself up and wandering toward the back seats, shaking his head and muttering to himself. He appropriated Ric's seat without the slightest vestige of guilt, feeling much more like himself. To his eyes, Hunt didn't look so good, but that just made him want to shake the man until his teeth rattled and he saw the light. Biting back a laugh at that image, he leaned back against the arm of the couch and leveled a steady gaze at his best friend. "What's wrong, Hunter? What are you so afraid of?" **** Hunter looked up as Shawn came to stand in front of the couch he and Ric were sitting on. They'd be landing shortly and if Shawn wasn't near someone, he'd be crawling out the window with anxiety. Hunt gave Ric the eye as well and the Nature Boy muttered something about 'boots' wha? before sauntering off towards the stewardess. He knew Shawn was upset with him from his posture and the slightest of shifts in his voice, that Hunter had learned long ago to listen to for clues as to his friend's mood. Right now it held 'worry', but that was slowly changing to 'extremely pissed' and would move into 'you stupid bastard' pretty soon, if Hunter didn't head off the explosion. What's wrong, Hunter? What are you so afraid of? It was a reasonable question and one that Shawn had every right to ask him. It had been Hunter's fear of Shawn's love that'd caused the horrible night they'd both endured and the fight this morning. Now Hunter's fears were threatening the whole 'possibility' that the three of them were working towards before it had even started. Hunter had no doubt that he had hurt Dave just a few minutes ago. His reaction to Dave's kisses and then sudden departure probably came across in the nicest possible way as 'blowing hot and cold' and in the not so nicest, as a 'prick tease'. The irony of that concept wasn't lost on Hunter and he finally dumped the empty water bottle and snared Shawn's hand with his own. Curling his fingers around those familiar ones, Hunter carefully stroked each nail, before lifting Shawn's hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. His voice, when he finally spoke, was quiet, as if he fashioned the thoughts only moments before they became words. "I honestly don't know Darling, I really don't. When I look at you, at Dave, I just... want. But it's like walking to work and everyday looking through a window at a new sports car. Much as you'd like to own it, you can't afford it and you know it. So you stare and you long for it, but you know you can't. Eventually you don't even have to tell yourself not to touch, because your instinct isn't to. Not anymore. It's to keep your distance." Why Hunter was comparing Dave and Shawn to sports cars was anyone's guess. But hey, it was his messed up head after all. "I... god I... hunger... for you both so badly Darling. I love you...both of you I think. I got hard holding you Shawn, like you wouldn't believe," a small curl to his lips to acknowledge the truth of that particular statement. "So I'm not... god help me... frigid. But it's like... maybe I suppressed that side of me for so long I can't un-suppress it." The plane was beginning to descend and the fingers in Hunter's own tightened. Shawn had moved closer on instinct, so naturally Hunter wrapped his arms around his shoulders and waist and became the rock that Shawn needed him to be. Even with Shawn's reaction to the descent breaking his thought process, Hunter continued the spiel in his mind. Was he unable to touch them sexually, now that he had been granted permission to have what he'd wanted for so long? Had his mind actually convinced his body that touching Shawn and Dave was such a no, no that now he wasn't physically able to? Talk about fucked up. But really, what were his choices here? He could be a slave to the past and let his inbuilt defenses wreck his life, and Hunter had no doubt that if he lost Dave and Shawn now, his life really wouldn't be worth shit. Or.. He could just get the fuck over it. Put aside the drama queen, I Am Complex and take to this chance with both hands grasping. Indulge in some way hot monkey sex with his two incredibly gorgeous lovers, be a successful wrestler and millionaire, and live happily ever after. Bit of a no-brainer there Hunter. For once Vince was absolutely correct. The touchdown was smooth, the Lady Captain obviously knew her stuff. Which was a good thing, because if Ric got within ten feet of her, the ability to escape by plane might become a necessity. Leaning his forehead against Shawn's for a moment, Hunter felt another of those cruel emotional burdens lift from his soul. "We're down Darling, you can relax now." Meeting his lover's eyes for the first time since that moment in the front, Hunter smiled. Yes... lover. For that was their relationship, even without the sex bit and Hunter was sure that would be fantastic, if their last try out had been a comparative sample. "Talk about epiphanies Shawn. But... before you kick my ass again," Hunt held up a hand to forestall Shawn's comments for just a moment longer, "... I just fucked that up for you and I'm sorry. I'll tell Dave as soon as he can look at me again. I'm a bit thrown by just the idea of diving into this with you, but that's my problem and I'm working on it. If you've got the patience, and I can stop Dave from dumping me 'cos I'm a cock tease, then I think this can happen. I just... have to put you two into a different place than where I've kept you. Going from 'untouchable' to 'very touchable' may take me a little while, but I'll get there eventually... I promise." **** Kevin couldn't remember the last time he'd been this relaxed. Yeah, his ass was still throbbing gently, but at this point, that was just adding to the simmering heat that he and Scott were so slowly building up. Even hearing Shawn's almost-constant stream of soft noises and words from the front hadn't been enough to distract him from the man in his arms. Sometimes Kev had to wonder what other people thought of their little group. Not the people they worked with, not Vince, not their families... but people like chauffeur drivers who got asked to take a long, circuitous route back to hotels while the privacy screen was up and pilots and stewardesses who had to sit in the fronts of planes and listen to half of their passengers have loud obvious sex in the back. Maybe in those kinds of jobs they were used to it, but still. For all the stories and rumours about them, it was amazing that there weren't more. Movement to the side caught his attention, and he frowned over Scott's shoulder as he watched Hunter walk past, looking upset... and almost depressed. What in the world...? After what had so obviously happened just moments ago, what could Hunter be thinking, leaving the other two alone? Dave had included Hunt in whatever happened back there, so it couldn't have been jealousy. Well, hopefully it wasn't jealousy. That could strike at unexpected times even when you were convinced it wasn't a problem... Kev still remembered walking in and finding Scott and Shawn wrapped around each other in the bed and having an instant reaction of "What the fuck is he doing with my Scott?". He'd managed not to let it cause problems, but it had been there for a while. Somehow, though, that didn't feel right for the expression on Hunt's face. Well... when Hunt came back out, he'd offer to talk. Being able to do that was a wonderful feeling, and if anyone would understand the problems a threesome could face, it'd be him and Scott. "I kind of like this slow burn thing we have going on here." Kevin returned the smile before it slipped from his face with a soft sigh at the feeling of those fingers in his hair. Scott's lips on his neck brought another quiet noise from him and he tilted his head, allowing his lover better access to the sensitive skin there. "...we should spend a little time in our room." That got a soft groan and a clenching of his hands on Scott's flesh. It had been so long since they'd used that room... since before they'd been apart. It just hadn't seemed quite right for the new "feeling" that had surrounded them since they'd reunited, but now... now it sounded perfect. Somehow, they'd managed to combine a new gentle awareness of each other with the same hot kinkiness that they'd had before. Kev wasn't sure how they'd done it, but he wasn't about to complain. "I love you, Kev." Returning the kiss, still gentle but starting to grow in hunger, Kevin had just lifted his head when he saw Shawn walk past, looking determined. He caught Scott's eye and nodded at Shawn behind them, watching as Ric rolled his eyes and vacated the premises. Huh. He hadn't even noticed Hunter coming out of the lavatory, he'd been so caught up in Scott. He felt vaguely guilty about that for an entire heartbeat before shrugging a little. Hunt had been chatting with Ric, so it wouldn't have mattered if he had noticed. Trying to shut out the soft murmur of familiar voices, knowing that whatever they were discussing, it wasn't a conversation they'd really want shared, Kevin couldn't help but notice some of the body language. Watching Hunter take Shawn's hand and kiss it, seeing him wrap his arms around Shawn when the smaller man grew tense at the beginning of the descent... Kevin relaxed. Whatever the problem was, Shawn wasn't letting Hunter hide from it, and Hunt was apparently trying to deal with it. Looking back at Scott, tangling his fingers in those well-loved curls, he smiled a little wistfully at his lover as the plane landed. "I think our boys are growing up, Scotty." **** He released the breath he'd been holding when Shawn nodded at him. Not that he wouldn't miss Shawn's presence, but at least this way he could be sure that Hunter was taken care of. Shawn would make sure of it. "All right. Just don't... don't give up. Please." He returned Shawn's smile until Shawn was well up the aisle, just in case he happened to turn back to look. Once he was sure he was alone, at least for the moment, he dropped the happy façade and a wistful smile took its place. He wanted to stay positive, for Shawn's sake if nothing else, but it wasn't going to be easy. The ups and downs of the last 24 hours were starting to take their toll. The first up had started when he'd actually managed to ask Shawn out last night. The first down had followed rather quickly when he had figured out how Hunter felt about Shawn and he knew he had to try to make things right there. That first down had been bad, but at that point it had only crushed a few, okay a lot of, fantasies that he'd let himself indulge in. Things had progressed from bad to worse with Hunter's denial in the limo. Watching the hurt Shawn had gone through had ripped him up inside and he'd been angry at Hunter for lying. The second up had been joining Shawn for dinner. Spending all that time with the man he'd been carrying a torch for had only deepened the feelings he'd already had. Getting up the courage to ask to stay, he'd been granted a night that produced mixed feelings... over the moon happiness at being with Shawn, yet deep sadness while he'd held the sobbing man in his arms. He wasn't even going to touch on the dream he'd had which had brought emotions he had thought he'd managed to suppress to the fore. Another up when he'd woke to find Shawn in his arms. Another down when he realized that he wouldn't do anything about it because of Shawn's feelings for Hunter... and if he had to be honest his own as well. That of course had led to an even bigger down during the fight and Hunter's confession of his feelings to Shawn. Then the biggest up of all came with Shawn's suggestion that the three of them be together. He knew that they had to talk of course, but he'd already started to look forward to it... he _wanted_ it. The rest of the day had varied between hot and in Hunter's case cold. Dave could almost see it slipping away right before his eyes and he wanted to fight for it... but only if it was what they _all_ wanted. Shawn wanted it. Dave wanted it. Hunter... he just didn't know. He almost jumped through the roof of the plane when he realized that someone was standing next to him. "Hey Ric. What's up man?" He almost groaned as Ric slid into the row of seats and dropped down beside him. This was probably the last thing he needed right now. He really liked Ric. The guy had done more for him than he could ever repay him for, but he also saw way too much. He was pretty sure that Ric had been completely aware of his forays into the upper decks for some time, though he hadn't said anything about it. Then again, Ric liked holding things close until there was a need to say something. "Nice set of shiners there Dave." Dave snorted and smiled at the man seated beside him. "Thanks Ric. I thought the look would go well with my new ring gear," he said dryly. At least this was a topic he could deal with and he could escape shortly since it seemed the plane was in the process of landing. Apparently he'd missed the announcement. "Ya might be wise to keep those shades handy. Never know when the boss man might rear his ugly head." He couldn't help but laugh. You never quite knew what was going to come out of Ric's mouth. "Thanks Ric. I'll keep that in mind. Figured I'd con one of the girls into taking care of it for me after I swore them to secrecy." Ric nodded and then they sat there in silence for a moment or two. He was just starting to think he'd gotten off easy when Ric turned and fixed him with that manic grin as the plane touched down. "So... guess all that lookin' finally paid off for ya. Now ya don't have to hide in the upper tier." Dave groaned and let his head drop back against his seat. Luckily he'd remembered not to do the instinctive hands to face thing. He wished he could do it though to hide the brilliant shade of red creeping into his cheeks. He'd momentarily let himself forget that Ric had most likely seen and heard everything up to the point they'd come up front, despite his feigning sleep, and then most likely heard everything from that point...or at least heard Shawn. Luckily he was saved from having to respond verbally. The pilot coming on to announce their arrival caught Ric's attention and as soon as the plane came to a complete stop the man was out of his seat and headed to the front of the plane. Dave shook his head and pushed himself from his seat. He wasn't sure he was ready to face everyone yet after Ric's not-so-subtle reminder, but he had to do it sometime. At least the color had had time to fade from his face. Walking to the back he went directly to where he'd dropped his glasses on the side table and put them on before even attempting to look anywhere else. He grabbed his bag and then noticed that Shawn's brush was still laying on the floor. He picked it up, keeping his face as neutral as possible as he turned to look at the other passengers. Unable to stop a shy smile from popping up as he remembered Shawn's reaction to having his hair brushed, he extended the hand that held the brush towards Shawn. He'd just have to try to bluff his way through this and hope he managed to keep the blushing to a minimum. **** to be continued... |