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Promises Kept
-Khylara

I paused at the door to Hunter's hotel room, debating whether or not to slide the card key into the lock and go in. It was almost 3 in the morning and Hunter was undoubtedly asleep. The last thing he needed was to be disturbed when he had a match at night and personal appearances all day.

/I should just go back to my room,/ I thought. I wouldn't get any sleep as it was; my father's harsh words were still ringing in my ears, refusing to go away. There were only two things in the world capable of silencing Dad's voice in my head: one of them was the full bottle of scotch I had in the hotel honor bar.

The other was Hunter, who had made me promise to come by no matter what time it ended up to be. And in the three years we've been lovers, I've never once broken a promise to him. Never.

Sighing, I slid it into the lock. Opening the door halfway, I slipped inside and closed it behind me, trying to be as quiet as possible. Maybe if I was careful, I wouldn't wake him.

No such luck. "Hey," I heard softly from the bed behind me. Turning, I saw Hunter smiling wanly at me, gazing at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I smiled as well. "Hey," I murmured back, immediately feeling guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"S'okay." He sat up a little, the sheet falling away from his bare chest as he squinted at the clock on the bedside table. His eyes widened when he saw what time it was. "Jesus Christ, Shane. You just getting in?"

"Yeah." Slipping off my jacket, I hung it on the back of a nearby chair and went over to the bed. I sat down on the edge, kicking off my shoes and socks. "Dad just kept going on and on, repeating every last damn detail, you know?" I closed my eyes wearily. "God forbid he doesn't dot an I or cross a T."

Hunter wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder. "That's not all, is it?" he prompted gently. "You wouldn't be so down if it was."

I let out a heavy sigh. Trust Hunter to notice. Sometimes I think he knows me a little too well. "He was drinking throughout the whole meeting," I said simply, my hands sliding over his. "And you know how he gets. Mean, nasty and bitter."

"And he took it all out on you," Hunter finished, twining our fingers together. He brushed a kiss against my cheek, nuzzling me. "Baby, I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "No reason for you to be," I answered, my voice dull even to my ears. "I don't even know why I'm letting it upset me. I mean, it's not like I haven't heard it before." I paused. "I know what Vince thinks of me."

A screw-up. A mistake. Not worthy of the name McMahon. I've heard them all over the years and everytime the two of us are alone together he comes up with a few new ones. Tonight he had added fruit and fairy, along with the serious question of when was I going to become a real man. And Vince only knows I'm gay - God help the both of us if he found about Hunter.

I should be hardened to the words by now, immune to the way he makes me feel. I mean, I'm a grown man, not a scared little boy desperately wanting his father's praise. But everytime he starts with me I can feel myself dying little by little, inch by agonizing inch, turning back into that frightened little boy I thought I had outgrown. Is it any wonder why I hate him so much?

Hunter tightened his hold on me. "Baby, you can't let that asshole get to you," he murmured into my ear. "You're just gonna make yourself sick if you do."

I sighed again. "I know, and I hate how he makes me feel." I turned a little in Hunter's embrace, enough so I could rest my head on his bare shoulder. "I just wish I knew what to do."

One of Hunter's hands traveled up my back to caress my hair. "Let it go for now, baby, okay?" He drew away a little, cupping my cheeks in his free hand, the worried look on his face obvious. "We'll figure out a way to fuck with his head in the morning." His lips brushed against mine, warm and tingling. "Let me take care of you."

"I should let you sleep," I protested mildly, even as I helped him unbutton my shirt. "You have a match...and personal appearances all day..."

My shirt landed on the floor, with my belt following a moment later. "Fuck the match and fuck the personal appearances," he said shortly, his eyes meeting mine. "All I care about right now is you." For emphasis, he nuzzled my ear and I found myself sighing. It's one of my weak spots and Hunter knows it.

Hunter continued to trail kisses down my neck and over my shoulder as one hand slid up my bare chest to tweak one of my nipples erect. "Tell me what you need, angel baby," he murmured, nipping at my earlobe for emphasis.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled him even closer. "Want you," I managed to get out before I locked my lips onto his.

Our tongues tangled, dancing with eachother for a moment before he moved lower, his mouth fastening onto my nipple. I groaned and tangled my fingers in his long blond hair as waves of pleasure traveled through my body straight to my groin. It always felt so good when he did this, not just for the obvious reasons, but because he was cherishing me.

He drew away suddenly, silencing my protests with a firm kiss. "Clothes off," he said, smiling at me. "Show me what you got, baby."

I stood up, my hands pausing at my zipper. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I teased with a smile of my own, nodding at the sheet still covering him.

Hunter did as I asked and I felt my heart skip a beat. A naked, aroused Hunter Hearst Helmsley is a glorious sight to behold, especially bathed in moonlight. It was all I could do not to fall to my knees, take that hard, beautiful cock into my mouth and suck him until he came all over me.

A smirk crossed Hunter's face; he knows too well what pushes my buttons, the bastard. And he enjoys it, too. He enjoys making me so crazy for him that I can barely remember my own name. "You turn, baby," he purred.

Armani pants and silk boxers landed on the floor in record time. I stood in front of my lover naked, aroused and more than a little self conscious. I'm not nearly as beautiful as Hunter and I know it. he's like a golden Greek god come to life, perfection in itself and I'm...well...I'm obviously not.

Hunter didn't seem to care. Taking my hand, he pulled me into bed, wrapping his arms around me. "You're so damn beautiful, angel baby."

I couldn't help blushing at that and I ducked my head to hide my red cheeks. "You're the beautiful one," I corrected softly. "I'm just...I know I'm not."

He angled my face up and his eyes met mine. "Yes, you are," he said firmly, silencing me with a kiss before I could contradict him. I soon forgot about contradicting him. Hell, when Hunter kisses me I pretty much forget everything I've ever known.

He eased me back against the pillows, his body presses against mine, still kissing me. He ran his hands down my back to cup my ass. "Tell me what you need, Shane," he whispered into my ear. "I'll do whatever you want."

Putting my hands on Hunter's broad shoulders, I pushed until he was flat on his back and I was straddling him. "You. I want you in me," I said, forcing myself to say the words. usually he has a hard time coaxing the words out of me; I'm not used to saying what I want when it comes to this. Never have been.

Hunter grinned, leaning up enough so he could kiss me. "Like this? You want to go riding?" When I nodded, he reached over and pulled open the bedside table's drawer. Taking out a tube of lubricant and a condom, he handed them both to me. "Put them on me."

Tearing open the foil wrapper, I slowly slid the condom over Hunter's straining erection before I coated it liberally with gel. A moment later, I put my hand between my own legs, biting back a groan as I worked one finger in. It was a tight fit; we rarely found the time to make love like this and it showed.

Hunter watched me prepare myself with wide eyes. "Fuck, Shane, do you know how hot you look doing that?" Taking my hand away, he replaced it with his won, gently easing two fingers in. "You like that, baby?"

I groaned and nodded, jamming them in me as far as they would go. But as much as I liked them, I wanted more, so much more that I was prepared to beg. "Hunter...please..."

A moment later, his fingers were gone as he moved me into position. A hand slid up my body to cup my face, pulling me down for a kiss. "Love you," he whispered before his hand slid back down to join the other on my hips. Slowly, carefully, he lowered me onto his cock.

A long, drawn-out moan escaped me as he slid deep inside me. Fuck, he felt so damn good filling me - why in the hell didn't we do this more often?

Then he slowly began to thrust and it felt even better, every jab hitting my sweet spot and sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. I wanted more though; after the day I'd had, I wanted it fast and violent and so hard that I wouldn't be able to see straight.

I jerked my hips up and down until Hunter's cock was being slammed into me. Until the lightning bolts of pleasure were laced with pain and I was gritting my teeth to keep from screaming. Until I was squeezing my eyes shut to hold back the tears stinging my eyes.

I felt Hunter's hands on my hips, forcing me to hold still. "Shane...no...baby, stop," he said. "Stop, Shane!"

I sagged in his grasp. my head falling to his shoulder, my entire body trembling with pent-up need. "Why?" I couldn't help asking, the words coming out in a sob. "Hunter...please..."

"Shh, angel baby...shh," he soothed, rubbing my back. "Gently, Shane. You keep doing it like that and you're gonna hurt yourself."

I shook my head, trying to move out of his grasp. "Don't care," I sobbed, clenching my fists and pounding them into the mattress. I needed this so badly; couldn't he see that? "I don't care."

"I do care," Hunter said fiercely. Lifting up my head, he met my eyes. "I am NOT going to hurt you. Do you hear me?" He gave me a hard kiss, brushing another against my temple. "But I will give you what you need." He lifted my hips up with his hands and brought them back down gently, taking away the violence, replacing the pain with love. He grinned when I let out an inarticulate little moan. "There. Isn't that better?"

"Yes." I managed to get out. The slow caress of Hunter's cock inside me was infinitely sweeter than the hard pounding I had been giving myself earlier. "Oh, God yes...please..."

"That's it, baby," Hunter murmured, his arms cradled me, his body moving with mine as his own breathing quickened. He was close too; I could feel it so deep in me. "Come on, Shane baby...I know how close you are...I am, too. Just let it go." His lips brushed against my temple, my cheek, my nose, wherever they could reach as his hands caressed me just as carefully, just as tenderly. "Let it go, angel baby. Let me see you come." A hand traveled up and down my chest to my abdomen, finally brushing against my aching cock. "Come on, Shane baby. Come for me."

It was too much. The sound of that honey-coated voice combined with Hunter's caressing hand and hard, insistent cock deep inside me was all I could take. Screaming Hunter's name, I shook hard in his arms as I spurted milky white semen all over Hunter's fingers. Vaguely I felt him tighten his hold on me as he buried his head on my shoulder, my name coming out in a groan the instant his climax overtook him.

I sagged against him, my body still trembling, my breath coming in harsh gasps and my mind a complete blank. I had forgotten everything; my father's harsh words, the strain I was under, none of it mattered anymore. The only thought I had was for the man lying under me, his own heavy breathing virtually music to my ears, his touch slowly grounding me and bringing me back to reality.

After I don't know how long I lifted my head up to give my lover a long, deep kiss. "Thank you," I said softly, brushing his long blond hair out of his eyes. "God, I needed that."

"Kinda thought you might after dealing with Vince," Hunter answered with a grin. He leaned up a little and stole another kiss. "And I needed it, too." His grin widened. "Especially after you left me hanging in the locker room."

I couldn't help chuckling at that; the picture of Hunter jerking off in the arena locker room had kept me in good company during my meeting with Vince. "Sorry about that," I said, not meaning it.

"No, you're not," Hunter shot back good-naturedly. "And I damn well know you're not, too. Hey!" He tightened his hold on me when I tried to pull away. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my hotel room," I said, slightly puzzled. "You have things tomorrow..."

"The hell with them," Hunter interrupted. He pouted. "You said I could ravish you as much as I wanted to."

I felt my desire rise again in spite of how tired I was. "I did, didn't I?" I said as I let him roll me onto my back. Cupping the back of his head, I pulled him into a kiss.

Hunter was right. The hell with everything else. I had a promise to keep and like I said, I always keep my promises to Hunter.

Always.

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