"ITVR: Chapter 8"
Arrangements.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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"Well then what are we waiting for?" Kevin couldn't help but laugh at the eagerness in his lover's voice. Turning to the other two in the limo, he asked, "Can you two grab our bags? We checked in earlier, so it's just our ring stuff." Smiling at Sean in thanks when the smaller man nodded, he got out of the limo and allowed Scott to drag him across the lobby. When Scott wrapped himself around him inside the elevator, Kev forced himself to take a deep breath. His cock was throbbing almost painfully against his tight pants and having Scotty all over him wasn't helping his self-control. He ran his fingers through Scott's hair, knowing that they didn't have time to actually do anything in the elevator no matter how nice the idea of fucking Scott up against the wall sounded. "Think we can both be naked in two minutes or less?" Kevin growled at the too-brief touch and followed Scott down the hall, moving at a slower pace. He kept his eyes locked on his lover, knowing that once they were inside the room, he was going to get to fulfil all the promises he'd made earlier. He was definitely looking forward to it. At the door, he leaned against Scott, almost pinning him against the door, and ran the keycard throught the sensor as he smiled at the other man. "Yes." Gently pushing Scott ahead of him, he shut the door after placing the "do not disturb" sign on the outside and slid the bolt home. He was going to make damned sure that they weren't interrupted. He pulled his jersey off as he turned around and tossed it toward the dresser before working on his pants, letting them drop to the ground as he stalked toward his lover, heat flaring inside him. "Your turn, Scott," he practically purred, his eyes raking over Scotty. **** Chris was touching him. Not just touching him, but practically plastered up against him. Adam was so stunned that Chris wasn't running the other way that he was frozen in place. Chris was touching him. Heated breath against his neck, hands fisted in his shirt and he still couldn't move. "Babe I don't care if you've slept with the entire roster..." Adam's breath hitched in his throat. Chris didn't care...it didn't matter to him about the endless string of nameless people he'd been with. Jay, bless him, had been right after all. Adam felt his hopes rise with each husky word spoken by the beautiful man snuggled up tight against him. "...Was too scared to take the risk you'd turn me down." Adam blinked as he pondered how they'd both made the same error. If he'd just taken the chance back then...so many things would have been different. It was useless to dwell on what-could-have-beens. He needed to worry about the here and now...and if what Chris was saying was true, then there might actually be a here and now to look forward to. When Chris looked up at him, Adam was trapped in a sea of blue. He'd always loved Chris' eyes. He caught Chris' tongue slipping out to wet his lips and almost moaned. Did Chris have any clue at all what he was doing to him? As if the heat and weight of his body pressing against him wasn't enough to have Chris' mouth so temptingly close...it was like torture. "I'm not asking for anything you don't want to give Babe..." As far as he was concerned Chris could have all of him and he'd be sure to tell him that just as soon as he had a chance. As soon as Chris' lips touched his he was finally able to peel his hands from their frozen position against the wall. He returned the gentle kiss as his fingers tangled in Chris' hair. Pulling back just far enough to growl out Chris' name, he then covered Chris' mouth with his own and kissed him with all the feelings he'd been holding back. He'd wondered for so long how Chris would taste, and now he knew...sweet, like a breath of fresh air. As the kiss continued, Adam let loose of his hold on Chris' hair and ran his hands firmly down his back. Settling his hands firmly on Chris' ass, Adam shifted his legs slightly and pulled Chris between them, letting him feel the obvious evidence of his arousal. Moaning into Chris' mouth, he finally broke the kiss for a moment, leaning his forehead against Chris', his breath leaving him in harsh pants. "Whatever you want to take, Chris...it's yours." And he meant every single word of it. Whatever Chris wanted, he'd give him. **** "But I'd be happy if you wanted to think of it as my accepting your earlier invitation." If that's the way Shawn wanted him to think of it, then that was completely okay by Dave. With the way things had turned out he almost wished he'd just accepted Shawn's offer earlier as well. Even though Shawn was smiling now, Dave could tell it didn't really reach his eyes. He was hoping to change that or at least try to ease the pain that Shawn was obviously feeling over Hunter's rejection. He still couldn't figure out why Hunter had done it and that just bugged the hell out of him. Despite what he'd said to Hunter, Dave had a feeling it didn't have much to do with power in the company so that just left the big man clueless. Shawn taking his hand had him smiling like the idiot he'd just proclaimed he wasn't. He wasn't even sure that Shawn realized he'd done so. Either way it didn't matter. He was completely happy with whatever Shawn was willing to give. When he had said he wouldn't play second fiddle to Hunter, that hadn't been the complete truth. If he actually thought that he had a slim chance to have any bit of Shawn's love for himself, he'd jump on it. Dave considered growling at the maitre d', but didn't want to upset Shawn any more than he already was. There was the added factor that the guy couldn't have known what reaction his question was going to cause, but that was negligible as far as Dave was concerned. Shawn had already been upset enough tonight and he didn't want to see it happen anymore. "I didn't realise..." Dave smiled and was about to comment on the fact that Shawn had been holding his hand, but the waiter distracted him momentarily. After Shawn had placed his order, Dave gave his own and added a bottle of wine to the total damage. Dave didn't drink often or a lot, but he figured that both of them could do with a little something to take the edge off, and a fine bottle of wine might help with that. As the waiter left the table, Dave turned his smile back to Shawn and reached across the table to put his hand over Shawn's. "You know... you are allowed to touch me Shawn, as long as it's what you want to do. I'm surely not going to argue about it," he said with a wink in the hopes of lightening things up a bit. "So...I ran into Scott and Kevin on the way out of the locker room earlier. With what I saw, I'm going to assume that they're...together?" **** "Yes." It took Scott a moment to recall what Kevin was saying yes to. With the way Kevin had him pressed up against the door, he was surprised he could remember anything at all. He shook his head to clear it a bit as Kevin pushed him through the door and turned to lock it. While Kevin was occupied with securing their privacy, Scott yanked off his boots and tossed them carelessly to the side, luckily missing the lamp on the bedside table. He paused and simply watched as Kevin's jersey flew towards the dresser and the big man divested himself of his pants. Kevin naked was always a lovely sight to behold and this time was no different for Scott. Scott let his eyes roam over Kevin's bare form as his lover came towards him. The way Kevin looked at him, eyes so full of heat, made Scott shiver. "Your turn, Scott." Kevin's voice had his knees feeling a little weak as it always did when Kev turned that sexy little purr on him. Scott tilted his head to look at Kevin and rubbed his hand over his chin as if pondering some deep meaningful question. Lowering his hand he took a step forward, then another. "I don't know, Kev," Scott said as he met his lover halfway, placing his hands against the warm skin of his Kevin's chest. Pressing a gentle kiss between his splayed hands, right above Kevin's heart, Scott then tilted his head up and smiled. "I don't think I'm going to manage it in two minutes after all." Dropping to his knees before Kevin could react to what he'd said, Scott placed his hands on Kevin's hips and slid his tongue up the length of Kevin's hard shaft. Teasing his tongue slowly around the head, Scott let one hand drop from Kevin's hip to wrap around his shaft, holding it steady as Scott indulged himself in the taste of his lover. Sliding the tip past his lips, Scott enclosed the head within his mouth and teased the slit with his tongue. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get away with his teasing much longer before Kevin decided to do something about it, Scott slid half of Kevin's large cock into his mouth. Increasing his suction, he bobbed his head slowly while relishing the salty-sweet taste lingering on his tongue. **** "...you are allowed to touch me Shawn, as long as it's what you want to do." Shawn stopped breathing for an instant, feeling little sparks of heat shiver up from where Dave's hand covered his. If that's what he wanted...? He'd been attracted to Dave since he first met him. And now, knowing that Dave was interested in him... and apparently as more than just a crush, considering how thoughtful and caring the big man was being... If Shawn wanted to touch him? Was he kidding? The bemusement that he felt pushed away a little more of the heartache that Hunter's words had caused and a real smile came to his lips. Before he could respond, though, Dave's next question brought a snort of laughter to his lips. "With what I saw, I'm going to assume that they're...together?" Grinning broadly at that, Shawn nodded. "You could safely assume that, yes." He raised an eyebrow at Dave, realising that the other man was trying to distract him from thoughts of Hunter and he appreciated the effort; he just wondered what exactly Dave's motivation was. "Kevin and Scott have been an item for... god. Almost ten years? No, more than that. Eleven years, now. Mind you, it's not been an easy relationship, given some of Scott's... problems... but over the last year or two, they've managed to get past the last of those." A pained look crossed his face as he remembered some of the more painful moments that he'd witnessed, but it was followed almost immediately by a soft smile. "They were apart for a while, but from how they've been acting tonight, it's a safe bet that they're back together. For good, hopefully. I've never seen them act quite so... gently with each other. It's good to see." He felt unexpectedly wistful as he thought of his friends. They loved each other so much, and had gone through so many wonderful ups and horrible downs, and were still together... would he ever have anything like that? Recalling the present, he shook his head a little, clearing away the bittersweet thoughts. Almost hesitantly, he interlaced his fingers with Dave's, feeling oddly shy. And how strange was that? He hadn't been shy his entire life, but something about Dave seemed to make him feel like an awkward teenager with his first crush. "Thank you," he said softly, looking up at the big man. "I know that you're kind of in the middle, between me and Hunter." His voice caught a little on the name but he continued, "And it's probably awkward, but... thanks. I'm glad you decided to have dinner with me after all. It means a lot." That probably sounded stupid as hell, and hopefully it didn't sound too pitiful or too much like he was blaming Dave for the current situation, because he didn't. He knew Dave had been put in the middle but had felt like he was doing a good thing... and Shawn thought he had. At least he and Hunter had finally cleared the air... somewhat. Hunt was not going to get off that easily, though. Shawn was going to find out what the hell Hunter had been trying to hide from him, whether it was personal or business-related, and he was going to find out soon. But for now... he was going to enjoy a nice dinner with some very nice company. Any further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the wine and their food, and Shawn reluctantly pulled his hand away from Dave's in order to eat. **** Kevin raised an eyebrow as he watched Scott act thoughtful. He recognised that expression: He was in trouble tonight. The soft kiss to his chest surprised him with its gentleness, making him miss Scott's next words... until it was too late. "I don't think I'm going to manage it in two minutes after all." The question that had been on his lips escaped in the form of a gasping groan as his hands found purchase in Scotty's hair, clenching unconsciously. The only thing that kept him from thrusting forward into that wonderful hot wetness that was his lover's mouth was Scott's hand on him, holding him back as he oh so slowly drove Kevin insane. "Scott... god..." he muttered, his eyes rolling back as Scott flicked his tongue just so before trailing his fingers down to his balls. Forcing his fingers loosen their grip on Scott's hair, he leaned over and slid one hand down Scott's face, cupping his cheek. "Scott... sweetheart... stop, please." He saw the disappointment in his lover's dark eyes as Scott pulled away, pouting, and smiled down at him. "I love your mouth on me, Scotty. But I think I remember making promises to you tonight, and if you make me lose it now, I'm not sure I'll be able to follow through on them." Reaching out, he pulled Scott to his feet, ruthlessly ignoring his aching cock. Wrapping one arm around Scott's waist, Kev pulled his t-shirt off with the other hand before leaning in and kissing him, nibbling at his lower lip before flicking his tongue against it, waiting only for Scott's lips to part to plunder his mouth ruthlessly, kissing his lover breathless. As he lost himself in Scott's taste, his free hand worked Scott's jeans open and pushed them down. Not releasing his grip, he walked Scott backward until his knees hit the bed, then pulled back enough to smile at his lover. "Love you, Scott," he husked, his voice rough. He pushed Scott back until he was laying across the bed, his feet still on the floor. Pausing to cast a long, admiring look over his lover, he ran his fingers down Scott's ribs to rest on his hips. "Gonna make you scream, Scotty," he promised in that same gravelly voice. Sinking to his knees between Scott's feet, too focused on what he was doing to notice the customary twinge at the movement, he leaned forward and mimicked Scott's earlier movements. Running his tongue up Scott's cock, he reached out with his hand and fumbled under the pillow for a minute, glad he'd thought ahead that afternoon. Smiling at Scott's reaction, he slowly swallowed his shaft, not stopping until his chin was pressed against Scott's balls. He swallowed, his throat massaging the hard flesh inside it, before rising up until only the tip was still in his mouth. Repeating the movement, just as slowly, he let Scott's shaft slip out of his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip, then lifted Scott's balls with one hand as his tongue flicked out, delicately lapping at the small puckered entrance. He circled it with his tongue before gently probing at it, his tongue pressing inside. He held Scott's hips down with his other hand as he worked at the sensitive flesh, determined not to stop until he had Scott begging. **** Okay so maybe bringing up Scott and Kevin hadn't been so brilliant. Although Shawn had seemed happy that they were back together, obviously not all the memories were happy ones. But knowing about Shawn's friends was a way to get to know him as well and Dave honestly wanted to know everything about Shawn...good and bad. When Shawn linked their fingers, Dave smiled. He really liked this almost shy side of the man he'd come to admire so much. Dave meant to dismiss the part about being in the middle of Shawn and Hunter. As far as he was concerned, from now on unless Shawn needed his help dealing with Hunter, there was nothing to be in between. At least until Hunter decided to stop being a dick and face up to the truth. He'd continue on with Hunter as he had in the past, since that's what Hunter seemed to want. The waiter appearing with their food pushed those thoughts to the side. Dave missed the contact of Shawn's hand on his, but he did have to let the man eat, regardless of his own preferences. As he sat and twirled another bit of linguine on his fork, Dave wondered what the hell had possessed him to order it. He'd be lucky if he ended up with more in his mouth than on himself. 'Smooth there, Dave, real smooth,' he thought to himself. Maybe Shawn would drink enough of the Latour that he wouldn't notice Dave's lack of finesse with his meal. The dry red French wine was pretty good and it damn well should be for what he was paying for it, not that the cost mattered at all tonight. As long as Shawn walked away happy, then Dave was happy as well. Taking a break from fighting with his pasta, Dave smiled at Shawn and then took a sip of his wine. "So let's make a deal...no talking about work tonight in any way, shape, or form. Instead, why don't you tell me something about Shawn Michaels? What you like to do when you aren't on the road or something about your family. I really would like to get to know you better, Shawn." Hoping that he wasn't prying, Dave took another sip of his wine before setting it on the table and smiling at the man across from him. **** Scott was a little disappointed when Kevin asked him to stop. He loved listening to the sounds that Kev made while he was going down on him, but if it was what Kevin wanted...Scott reluctantly pulled his mouth from Kevin's cock and pouted up at him. Kevin's words made him feel a little bit better because he certainly did not want to miss out on any of the things Kev had promised him earlier. He just wanted to lose himself in Kevin and enjoy having his undivided attention. Before Scott knew what had hit him, he was half-naked and his mouth was under assault by Kevin. He didn't object in the least. Truth be told, he actually liked having Kevin undress him in his impatient yet so gentle way. When the back of his knees hit the bed, Scott returned his lover's smile, knowing that before long he would be screaming just as Kevin had promised. Love you, Scott." Those words never failed to bring a smile to Scott's face. Even with everything that had happened between them, they'd never lost that love for each other that they'd discovered so many years ago, and if Scott had his way, they never would. The way Kevin's eyes roamed over his body was almost like a caress in itself and Scott shivered slightly knowing that Kevin would follow that look by touching him until he was a whining, begging mess. Considering that he almost whined just from the touch of Kevin's hand on his hip, that was a pretty safe bet. Scott had no doubt that Kevin would manage to make him scream because Kevin always kept his promises to Scott. The light touch of Kevin's tongue along his swollen length almost stole the breath from him, but somehow he managed to spit out Kevin's name in a rough low tone. "K...Kev, please." Scott whimpered wordlessly as Kevin rewarded him by slowly sucking him down his throat. Kevin's next pass had Scott biting down on his lower lip for a second before he let it slip from between his teeth, the whine he'd been trying to suppress slipping from his mouth. Kevin liked hearing his responses and Scott wasn't about to disappoint him. When Kevin released him from the wetness of his mouth and moved on, Scott knew he was in trouble. Kevin's tongue teasing his entrance drew a loud moan from Scott as he tried and failed to move his hips. Scott released his hands from their grip on the comforter, not even remembering having grabbed it in the first place, and let one tangle gently in Kevin's hair while the other covered the hand on his hip. Running his fingers gently up and down Kevin's forearm as he squirmed beneath Kevin's onslaught, Scott let his fingers wrap tightly in Kevin's hair. Giving the blond locks a hard jerk; Scott tried uselessly once again to move his hips. Knowing that the only way he'd be getting anything more would be by voicing his need, Scott forced a few words past his lips in a deep husky tone. "God Kev...please. Need you. L...Love you, Kev." His words were followed by a long loud moan of pleasure as Kevin hit a particularly sensitive spot. **** Spearing another bite of his farfalle, Shawn snuck a glance at Dave as he chewed. The big man almost looked like he was playing with his food instead of eating it, and he smiled briefly, remembering razzing Hunter about the same thing more than once. The thought killed the smile almost as quickly as it had appeared, and Shawn squeezed his eyes shut for a minute, forcing the thoughts away. He was not going to dwell on Hunter all god damned night! He ate a few more bites of farfalle interspersed with broccoli and chicken, then sipped at the wine. Damn. Good stuff... he made a mental note not to let Dave try to pay for dinner all by himself. They'd more or less invited each other out, really... "...why don't you tell me something about Shawn Michaels?" Shawn nearly choked on his wine. Blinking at Dave, he was more surprised by the sincerity on his face than he had been by the question. He wasn't kidding! Nobody ever asked about him without really wanting to hear stories about his sexual exploits, which were legendary. He managed not to make a face at that thought, knowing that the stories nowadays were what he'd well and truly earned by doing stupidly outrageous things when he was young enough not to care. But Dave... Dave wasn't asking about that, was he? "I really would like to get to know you better, Shawn." A nice warm fuzzy feeling settled into his stomach, making it a little fluttery as he smiled at Dave, more flattered by the genuine interest than any empty compliments he'd ever received. "I don't get that question very often. I don't think I'm all that interesting outside the ring, honestly. HBK's a lot flashier and outrageous than I am. Usually, anyway," honesty forced him to add. He shrugged a little, sitting back. "I dunno. What do you want to hear, Dave? I don't have any brothers or sisters, but I do have lots of cousins. Dad was in the air force, so I grew up around that. Mom didn't work, but she did have lots of friends, and of course church. I went to so many Sunday school lessons..." Shawn shook his head, smiling at the memory. "I was always a bit of a troublemaker---loudmouthed brat, Dad called me---and I think Mom despaired some days." Picking up his fork, he took another bite as he thought. Another sip of wine and he tilted his head, watching the light shine through the drink. "I tried college and didn't like it. But Dad decided to support my try at wrestling and helped me pay the fee for Jose's school. He didn't much like my chosen profession, but he's come to terms with it, mostly." Shawn chatted about his life as they ate, and only when he finished his meal did he realise that he'd talked for over an hour. He'd covered his early years in the business, meeting Marty---although he'd skimmed over how close they really were at that time---getting into the WWF and getting thrown out again, meeting Kev and Scott and Sean and Hunter... He'd managed not to let his voice shake during that, and had left it pretty brief. He'd mentioned Mark, and had admitted that they'd been together for a while. Not too many people actually knew that they'd been serious for a while, and since his retirement had been the nail in the coffin, so to speak, he'd always wished they'd been able to end it better. They were friends now, but... Well, that was in the past. "And if I get the time, I like to practice archery. Fishing is nice, but archery's much more of a challenge." Pausing, he looked at Dave to see if he'd bored him to tears. Taking a final drink of wine, realising how warm and fuzzy he was feeling around the edges, he smiled at Dave, feeling relaxed for the first time that night. "I'm sorry. I really do babble when people let me... and alcohol doesn't help. My party days are well behind me," he apologised, blushing slightly. Damn, he'd had too much to drink. "Whew. Sorry, Dave. I think I've had a little too much. D'you think you could walk me back to my room when we get to the hotel? I'm kinda clumsy when I get like this." Pausing and sighing a little more loudly than he'd intended, he leaned his head on his hand, frowning down at the table. "Back to my empty room. I'm tired of it always being empty," he muttered, wishing that things had gone differently earlier. Maybe then he'd be brave enough to ask Dave to stay with him. If he did that now, though, it'd give completely the wrong impression. All he really wanted was to just not be alone tonight. **** Adam's growl sent shivers down CJ's spine despite the warm, balmy air of the alley. That kinda thing just shouldn't be as big a turn on as it was, nor should hands on his ass, pulling him forward until his hips were nestled in the leather apex of Adam's legs. But it was. A massive, hard-on-inducing turn-on that he relished. The sensuous mouth locked on his was firm and wet, sliding along Chris' so perfectly. Their tongues dueled for several seconds, before allowing exploration of teeth and lips. CJ felt like he was burning from the inside, going up in flames and Adam a solid island of cool to drown in. Not only was he solid, but the truth of his interest in Chris was pressed firmly against his silver-covered groin. But then the lips were gone, Chris reaching up like a cat into your palm, to try and recapture the sensation. Whatever you want to take, Chris...it's yours How about everything? CJ didn't say the words out loud, he doubted Adam wanted to hear that, but he let his desire soak into his expression as their foreheads touched. Drawing in much-needed oxygen Chris tilted his head slightly away from Adam's. Letting the general sense of happiness overwhelm him, CJ smiled, well smirked if he was going to be honest. Not to ridicule Adam's vow, never that, but merely to show him how much he enjoyed receiving the offer. Chris let his eyes take a slow perusal of Adam, starting at the boots he could barely see, up the long, long leather pants to where their hips practially merged, silver and black like a ying-yang. The fine mesh shirt with ripped muscle and two tantalizing nipples underneath, long column of throat that CJ felt he was developing a definite fetish for hiding his face in and finally that wicked, sexy lovely face, surrounded by wild streaked honey hair. Normally sporting reticent disinterest or cool disdain, only very occasionally a 'manic' wicked grin, the face now reflected passion and subtle nervousness. God he'd love to make Adam grin. "Now let me see," CJ filled his voice with speculation. "Anything I want huh?" Reading the affirmative in the green eyes staring so intently into his, Chris snagged a handful of shirt again and pulled Adam down until his lips brushed Adam's smooth cheek. "How about we head back to the hotel, get naked and I order you to drill me through the mattress?" Breathing out so that the puff of air would tickle Adam's ear CJ continued, "then we order room service, take a shower and I return the favour." Chris hoped Adam might see the wisdom in his suggestion. **** to be continued... |