Shane's POV

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Thinking Of You
-Khylara

I was on my way to the limo when I heard it.

To be totally honest, I almost didn't stop. I was going past the arena training rooms when I caught a moan coming from one of them. I assumed it was one of the trainers working on one of the wrestlers; we have a few of them pushing their way through injuries right now. I was just about to walk on by when I heard it again and realized who it was.

/Hunter,/ I thought with a frown. /But he's not on the injured list./ Granted, he HAD staggered out of the ring, but he does that to play up to the fans.

Unless...he WAS having problems with his knee still. Maybe he did something to it again?

Alarm surging through me I doubled back, my worry growing when I heard another louder moan. I opened the door and went in, about to ask Hunter if he was okay when my mouth dropped open, the words forgotten.

Hunter was leaning against the wall, still dressed in his ring attire: black boots, black kneepads and those little black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. One hand was wrapped around a very prominent erection, trying to stuff it back into his briefs and not having much luck. It was obvious what he had been in the middle of. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing it in like that," I commented with a smile as I shut the door behind me.

He let go of his dick and laughed. "You scared the hell out of me," he said, still chuckling. "I thought it was one of the janitors or something."

"I heard you and I wanted to make sure you were okay," I explained, my eyes drifting to his exposed cock. The sight of it was literally making my fingers itch with the urge to touch. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't," Hunter corrected, still smiling. One of his hands drifted up to caress his own chest. "I was thinking about you."

My eyes widened; I don't know why I was so surprised, to be honest. We've been lovers for quite awhile and Hunter's a star in my own jerk-off fantasies. "You were?" I asked and he nodded. "What about me?"

"You in that suit," he said, giving me the once over with his eyes. He licked his lips. "Do you know how incredibly drop-dead gorgeous you look in that suit?"

I looked down, puzzled for a moment. My suit, sexy? It was a simple black Armani with a white shirt, nothing I haven't worn a dozen times before. As I thought back, however, I realized that Hunter ALWAYS jumps me when I wear it. "You have a thing for Armani?" I asked half-jokingly.

"I have a thing for you in Armani," he clarified, his hand still brushing against his chest. "It's...I don't know...just something about it pushes my buttons." He gave me another once over. "It fits you REALLY well."

I glanced down and noticed that the tight cut of my pants did little to hide my own erection. I couldn't help blushing; trust Hunter to notice just how much he turns me on.

But then he doesn't miss anything.

I watched, mesmerized as Hunter's caressing hand played with one of his nipples before drifting lower. God, he looked so incredibly sexy touching himself like that. And by the smirk on his face he knew exactly what he was doing to me, the bastard. It was all I could do not to rip off the suit he liked so much, throw myself on a massage table and beg him to fuck me.

He seemed to be reading my mind. "You know, I've got this fantasy about you," he began, his voice a low, soft purr. "Starts out with you catching me like this, goes on to me stripping you out of that suit and ends with the two of us banging away on one of the massage tables." A hopeful little smile crossed his face as his wandering hand finally wrapped around his dick again. "What do you say we give it a try?"

I shook my head reluctantly. "I can't. I'm on my way to a late meeting with Dad." I suddenly grinned at him, an idea popping into my head. "But don't let that stop you."

His eyes widened. "You want to watch me go at it, huh?" he asked as he began to pump slowly. "Your own little private show?"

"Can't think of a better star," I said as I leaned against the wall for support, my knees suddenly weak. Oh, I was going to pay for this idea. Not being able to touch him was going to kill me for sure.

Hunter's eyes closed as he let out a soft moan. "Shane," he gasped as his chest heaved with his quickening breaths. His hand moved faster along his rigid erection, a stream of milky white fluid leaking over his fingers. "Oh, God...fuck, baby...please..." His eyes opened, a desperate look in them. "Please, Shane...just touch me..."

Reluctantly I shook my head. I knew what would happen the moment I did. "Tell me what you're thinking," I said in consolation; if help was what he needed, then maybe some dirty talk would do the trick.

"Thinking of you," he gasped, his hand moving faster. "The two of us last night. You felt so damn good...tight and hot..." He groaned louder as his free hand moved up his chest to pinch his nipples. "I can almost feel you coming in my hand...with me deep inside you..."

"Imagine it the other way around," I supplied softly, moving just a little closer. "You lying face down on the table, spread eagle, with that perfect ass of yours in the air waiting for me." My own breath quickened with Hunter's as he continued to stroke his cock. "My cock filling you, thrusting into you harder...and faster..."

"I can feel it," Hunter breathed. "I can feel you...so hard in me." A shudder ran through him and he threw his head back. "Oh, fuck...Shane!"

I immediately fell to my knees in front of him; I knew what that shudder meant. The moment after I slid my mouth over his throbbing cock he exploded, sending a steady stream of come down my waiting throat. I wrapped my arms around his legs, my hands cupping his ass as I drank him down, greedily swallowing every sweet drop.

After I licked him clean, I tucked him back into his briefs and got to my feet. Hunter immediately pulled me into a hard kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he tasted himself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him, losing myself in that one perfect kiss.

When he finally drew away he rested his cheek against my hair, sighing. "You are so fucking incredible," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. "Thanks. Especially for the last part."

I couldn't help grinning. "Couldn't resist. I love the way you taste," I said as I laid my own cheek against his bare shoulder. "Thick and sweet, like some kind of exotic milkshake." I looked up at him, delighting in the blush that was coloring his cheeks. Hunter always looks so adorable when he blushes. "And thank you for the show. You're better than any stripper."

"I'll keep it in mind as a career after I'm done with wrestling," Hunter commented and we both laughed.

Reluctantly I drew away. "I should go," I said, moving toward the closed door. "I'm late as it is."

Hunter grabbed my arm. "Not so fast there, Shane baby," he said as he pulled me back into his embrace. "You can't go to Vince all hot and bothered like you are now." He ran a hand over the front of my pants, caressing my aching erection. "Let me take care of it for you?"

I couldn't say no. Hell, I couldn't say anything. I simply nodded, my eyes widening as Hunter dropped to his knees in front of me. "Hunter, no," I breathed even as he unzipped me and pushed cloth aside. He usually doesn't do this; it's not something he enjoys. "You don't have to."

He looked up, those beautiful eyes of his meeting mine. "I want to," he said softly. Without another word, Hunter slid his mouth over my cock.

I groaned and leaned against the wall for support, the combination of soft lips and a teasing tongue proving to be too much for my already weak knees. I pushed back Hunter's long blond hair with shaking hands, watching as my cock slid in and out of his mouth. It was easily one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

Just then Hunter looked up, the emotion in his eyes blinding in it's intensity. That look was all I needed. Crying out Hunter's name, I came so hard I saw stars.

Strong arms held me steady as I was licked clean, then Hunter gently tucked me back into my pants. Standing up, he wrapped those strong arms around me, cradling my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and relaxed in Hunter's embrace; moments like this are rare for us. I wanted to enjoy this one for as long as I could.

It couldn't last, though. I drew away slowly. "I'm sorry. I really have to go," I said apologetically.

He nodded. "It's okay. I know. Can't keep Vince waiting." He brushed a hand across my hair, tucking a few mussed strands back into place. "There. Now he won't be able to tell." His hand moved to caress my cheek. "Don't let him drive you crazy."

"I'll try not to, but you know how he is." I sighed; I wasn't looking forward to this. I love the business end of the WWF, but Dad never fails to mix in the personal as well. And considering the mood he had been in lately, I was going to be completely miserable by the time we were done.

A sympathetic look crossed Hunter's face. "Yeah, I know." He let me go long enough to reach into his duffel for something. Taking my hand, he pressed a hotel key card into it. "Come by when you're done. I'll make you feel better."

I couldn't help but feel grateful for the gesture; I was going to need a safe haven by the time the night was over, I just knew it. "It's going to be late," I warned still. "Are you sure? I know you have a match tomorrow."

He shrugged. "Hell with the match. I'm more worried about you." He planted a kiss in my hair. "No matter what time it is, you come by when you're done. Okay?" He paused, meeting my eyes. "I don't want you to be alone after dealing with Vince."

I smiled. How like Hunter to worry about me, but then he knows how brutal Vince can be. "Okay," I finally said with a nod. "I will. I promise." I pulled him down for one last kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He snatched another kiss before forcing himself to let go. "Now get out of here before I change my mind about ravishing you here and now."

"You can ravish me all you want later tonight," I couldn't help teasing him. "I'll even help you."

A frustrated little groan escaped him. "You had to put that image into my head, didn't you?" he growled. "Damn little tease. Get out of here!"

I couldn't help laughing as I left the room, making sure I closed the door behind me. A moment later I heard a soft moan coming from the other side and my grin became even wider. Hunter was taking matters into his own hands again. Now, though, I knew who he was thinking about and the revelation gave me a warm feeling all the way down to my toes.

Hunter was thinking about me.

I headed down the hall to where my limo was waiting, hoping against hope that the meeting wouldn't go on for very long and praying that Vince was in a good mood. Even if he wasn't though, I'd be okay. I had the thought of Hunter thinking about me to sustain me until I saw him later on.

It would be enough.

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