"ITVR: Chapter 11"
Conversations.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Kevin started to get impatient as he listened to the phone ring, wondering what the hell was wrong that Shawn wasn't picking up. It was only... glancing at the clock, he almost groaned but managed to bite it back, not wanting to worry Scott needlessly. It was only ungodly late, and he was probably waking Shawn up. Joy; bitchy Shawn without enough sleep was always fun. "Hello?" The almost hesitant greeting threw Kevin's thoughts off-track and he frowned into the phone, trying to place the voice. "You're not Shawn. Who the hell is this and where's Shawn?" He couldn't help the growl; he was starting to get worried. If someone else was answering the phone... and it wasn't Hunter... that meant that the conversation between them and Dave couldn't have gone well. Wait a minute... His frown softened into a bemused look as he ran idle fingers through Scott's hair. "Is this Dave?" **** Chris's eyes went slightly out of focus as he felt Adam kiss his neck. Unconsciously he tilted his head slightly, offering better access to his partner. Small shivers were winding their way down his back from the point of contact, each one detoured around his hip and went straight to his groin. When Adam's arm tightened and he felt an unmistakable bulge press into his tailbone, CJ almost purred with pleasure. He realised he was staring numbly at Tyson's beard when Adam's voice brought him out of a kiss induced haze. but please do not give me any of the details of what you do with it The reference was lost on Chris for a moment, till he remembered the conversation on the way to the club. Cocking an eyebrow at Jay, his expression promised to get all the details later. CJ was a grand master at being a complete and utter pest if he wanted to, he would just bug Jay until he gave in and told him what they had done with what food stuffs. parking the car in the hotel lobby. Chris's laugh was swallowed by the music, as was the gasp that the comment produced. So Adam thought he couldn't keep his hands to himself enough to drive huh? Immediately CJ promised himself that he'd test that resolve asap. He'd never gone down on someone while they were driving before, but there were long stretches of interstate between bookings and those trips could get very, very boring. "Just...just...shut it Copeland...Okay?" Jay was out of his precious seat and tugging on his lover's arm the moment the words 'room service' left Adam's mouth. "Fine, we're ready to go anyway. Aren't we Bun......Honey." Chris's other eyebrow shot up to meet it's twin at the quick correction. What the hell had Jay been going to say? Bunnykin? Bunnybabe? Bundlelove? He'd have to make a bet with Adam later, his fifty was on Bunnykin. The man CJ would now know as Bunnykin lifted his keys from his pocket and used his massive tattooed arms to clear a space for the three Canadians through the crowd. A man less suited to the endearment 'Bunnykin' Chris couldn't imagine. Feeling even more juvenile by the moment, CJ held onto Adam's hand the whole time they traversed the club, and even poked his tongue out at the bouncer from earlier. Given that he was still half-naked it probably didn't have any of the menace he was trying to impart, but hey, he was leaving with the most gorgeous guy in the club, so 'take that' you Door Bitch. He finally released Adam's hand to allow the other man to climb into the back seat of the rental. Sending up a prayer to the Gods of the NYPD that Bunnykin wouldn't get pulled over, Chris completely ignored a dozen road rules and climbed onto Adam's lap, just as the car started. Locking his lips onto the startled ones finally...finally...at the same height as his, CJ decided Kiss No. 3 should take place in the back seat of a car. Just like the boy next door. He just hoped Bunnykin didn't have an accident. **** Hunter woke briefly at the sound of a voice nearby. Given that he'd slept completely alone for the past eight months meant that someone was in his room. That he might have invited them there didn't even occur to him. Rolling over, he half buried his face in the pillow and cracked open an eye to survey his suite. Not totally plastered anymore, Hunter was in that floaty almost this, almost that state that didn't hurt but wasn't blissful either. After a few moments he managed to bring the far end of the room into focus and saw Ric Flair sitting on his couch, eating grapes and apparently having phone sex with someone called Candy. Given that he wasn't dead or he hoped to God, dreaming about Ric having any kind of sex, Hunter searched his memory for answers. Shawn, Dave, Limousine quickly followed by Hate, Whiskey, Hate, Castle and Stephanie. Great. He'd called Steph on the other side of the country and she must have had Ric come over to make sure Hunter didn't throw himself off the balcony. Sobering up was not any kind of option right now so he lifted his torso off the bed in an easy push-up, got his feet to the floor and took seven careful steps into the main room. Ric had liberated the second bottle of Gentleman Jack from the Glass Castle without casualties, so Hunter stole the top turret and poured himself a double shot. He tossed it back to the amusing sound of Ric trying to wrap up from 'do ya like my finger in ya' to 'Ho-Boy Champ! I gotta go Candy my love, I'll call ya back later'. He could just imagine Candy's reaction to that. Hunter was pouring another glass before the first had finished scalding his throat when the bottle was snatched from his hand. Shrugging he simply shot back what he'd been able to pour and looked around for something to incapacitate Ric with. "Champ, listen to me. Champ? Hunter? Listen to Ric here Champ." The older man was pursuing him around the room, waving one hand to get his attention while dancing to keep the bottle out of reach with the other. "Whatever happened, you can't do this Champ. C'mon Hunter...now put that lamp down Champ." Hefting the weighty light fixture Hunter eyed Ric and then the bottle. Holding out his free hand he said, "Give me the bottle Ric...now!" It was a sign of his condition that he spoke so tersely to his much admired mentor. "No way Champ," the bright blond head shook from side to side, the whiskey bottle clasped like an infant to his chest. "Not until you tell me what happened tonight." Hunter inspected his options. One, he could brain Ric with the lamp, possibly hurting him badly in the process or Two, he could confess to someone who might...might...not hate his guts for it. Either way he would get the bottle. Given that he wasn't a hundred percent sure he could catch the wily bastard in his condition he opted for his first choice. Carefully replacing the lamp on the side table, Hunter sank onto the couch and pushed his fingers into his tousled hair. Staring at the floor, he was peripherally aware of Ric placing the whiskey back on the table and sitting next to him. Deciding he'd get this over and done with he spoke sharply and quietly. "Dave asked Shawn out but Shawn was a bit spooked so I put them in a limo to take them to dinner. In the limo Dave tells me he's told Shawn I love him and that Shawn loves me. It's a total lie on Shawn's part and I say so, telling Dave about the Clique and how we're close, but not that close. Shawn says...god.." he couldn't keep his voice steady here, "...he says it's true...that he did love me...Jesus..." a momentary stop to choke back the wetness in his eyes. "But that he liked Dave too. There was no way he understood what he was saying so I told him I didn't feel the same and that Dave was wrong. They went to dinner. I came here and got shit-faced. You came over, I passed out. Now I'm gonna get paralytic and then pass out for the second time. You go back to Candy and where your finger should be." Explanation done, Hunter reached for the bottle, found his glass, poured a double and leaned back to drink it. Ric sat silently beside him with an expression remarkably reminiscent of a gold fish. **** Too wrapped up in Chris to have noticed that Jay and Ty had agreed to leave, Adam was a bit startled when they started moving. Since moving was a good thing...anything to get them back to the hotel and a bit of privacy...Adam wasn't about to argue the temporarily loss of Chris' ear to nibble on. As they crossed the club, Adam let himself indulge in a rather obvious grin. When they passed the bouncer and he saw Chris' tongue poke out at the man, Adam's grin grew even wider. He wiggled his eyebrows at the man as they passed. It was damn juvenile and totally out of character for Adam, but he was so happy right now that he didn't give a damn who knew it. He was finally going to have a chance with Chris after a couple of years of fantasizing about him, so he felt more than justified for being over-the-moon happy. When they reached the car, Adam's first thought was that he was going to jump in Chris' lap as soon as the door closed behind him. Only Chris beat him to it. Suddenly finding himself with a lap full of gorgeous blond and a mouthful of said blond's tongue, Adam figured this was as damn close to heaven as he was likely to get...at least until they reached the hotel room. Not wanting to get ahead of himself...this was a moment to be cherished after all...Adam returned the kiss with all the feelings he'd been storing up for so long. While his tongue slowly explored Chris' mouth, Adam's hands fell to his hips. His hands tightening reflexively, he pulled Chris into him, bringing their groins into full contact as he moaned loudly into Chris' mouth. More than ready to let his hands explore certain territory that he'd spent more time staring at than he should have, Adam lowered his hands to the shiny silver material covering Chris' enticing ass. Squeezing gently, then running his long fingers slowly over the firm curves, Adam forcibly pulled his mouth from Chris' and panted deeply as he tried to catch a breath. Leaning in so that his lips brushed against Chris' ear, Adam spoke to him, though not nearly as quietly as he should have with company in the car. "Want you Chris...so much," he said breaking one hand from it's grip on Chris' perfect ass and moving it to his bare chest. As he brushed the tips of his fingers over one golden nipple, he smiled against Chris' ear. "I've dreamt about this," he said, his voice husky with arousal as his hand slid lower to trace the definition of his soon-to-be-lover's ribs. "About you..." Adam said, his voice dropping to a near whisper as his hand splayed over rippling abdominal muscles, his thumb tracing a circle around Chris' navel. "About us..." Lowering his mouth to the curve where Chris' neck blended into his shoulder he spoke one more word against the sensitive spot. "...together." Simultaneously he latched onto the sensitive skin with his mouth, tracing it with his tongue, as his hand lowered one last time to caress slowly over the prominent swelling within those tight shiny pants. He savored every touch of golden skin and taunt muscle, every taste from Chris' sweet mouth to his salty skin, knowing that this was far better than any dream he'd ever had. **** That warm feeling just kept growing as Shawn watched Dave's face light up. He was genuinely surprised at the big man's reaction---was just kissing him that big of a deal? His kisses weren't quite as free as they'd been in the past, but surely they didn't warrant that kind of response... did they? Dave's fingers sliding through his hair sent little shivers down Shawn's spine, and he found himself returning the sweet smile, almost hoping that Dave would break his word about keeping his hands to himself that night. Not that he'd want him to break his word, but for that reason... He blinked as Dave's hands slid around to cup his face and felt his stomach flutter. He hadn't had enough wine to blame the reaction on that, although he'd had enough that he was still a little overly emotional... so it must be Dave's touch that was doing it to him. He tried to push away thoughts of Dave touching him in other places, but couldn't quite manage to do so, and he could feel his body stir at his vague imaginings. "If it tangles, then I'll just have to brush it out for you." The thought almost took his breath away. Mark had loved to brush his hair, but no one else he'd been with had cared. It was such a sensual experience for him, and he hadn't realised how much he'd missed it... until now. He resolved to definitely claim major tangles in the morning regardless. Any further thoughts were driven from his mind as Dave's lips brushed against his. His fingers tightened on Dave's neck and his lips parted instinctively as he leaned forward, practically melting against the other man. It'd been so long since he'd kissed anyone... and even longer since he'd felt like this from a kiss. The fluttery feeling was back and getting stronger as the warmth that had seeped into him started to heat up. He responded eagerly, wanting to learn Dave's taste, wanting more... A quiet noise of protest slipped out of him when Dave lifted his head, but he understood why Dave had stopped. Damn it, why did he have to get interested in an honourable man now of all times? He kept his wry smile to himself, realising that Dave would probably misinterpret his twisted sense of humour. "I promised you, Sweetheart." That warmth swelled in his heart and he blinked... must've gotten some dust in his eye there. He wasn't quite sure why hearing that endearment from Dave affected him so much, but he was already getting used to it. Hopefully he'd be able to continue hearing it in the future. "When...if something else happens between us..." The little slip almost... almost... escaped Shawn's notice, but he did hear it, and couldn't help the slight smile that curved his lips. He almost felt like getting up and dancing, knowing that Dave wanted something to happen between them. All of his earlier insecurities about this just being a crush on the big man's part had slipped away, sometime between the gentle touches earlier and the nonjudgmental embrace minutes ago. No one acted like that just because they had a crush on you; Shawn wasn't about to be so stupid as to believe that the L-word applied to either of them yet, but he highly suspected that it could apply, given time and opportunity to develop. "You have a lot to think about...a lot to deal with right now." Very true, but nothing that he wanted to think about or deal with right now. Right now, he'd much rather enjoy his time with Dave... and his position. Only rarely had Shawn found himself in this kind of position, because he hated showing his weaknesses to himself, let alone other people, and he'd managed to forget completely how much he enjoyed having someone else that close to him. He adamantly refused to think of the name of the only other person who'd been that close to him in recent years. He was feeling good at the moment, almost hopeful, and was not about to lose that feeling. "I know what it will mean to me, but..." Shawn cursed under his breath as the phone rang, interrupting a sentence that he very much wanted to hear the end of. What would it mean to Dave if their relationship progressed? Obviously more than a one-night stand, but was he interested in something long-term? Maybe even something... permanent? He wanted nothing more than to ignore the phone and continue their conversation, and glared over Dave's shoulder at the obnoxious thing. Somehow, he wasn't surprised at all when Dave leaned over and picked it up, although the arm around his waist made up a little bit for his irritation at the interruption. He watched as Dave answered the phone, wondering who in the hell it was. It could be Hunter, he supposed... and if he looked out the window, the moon would be blue, too. More likely it was Kevin calling to check on him to make sure that he was taking care of himself. It's not like Kev would know anything about what had happened earlier, after all, so at least Shawn would be able to avoid that particular freak out until the morning. "Kev?" he asked in a whisper, barely managing not to roll his eyes. "Calling to check up on poor injured me, probably." Oops. The eye roll had escaped that time. Shrugging a little, Shawn leaned against Dave again, enjoying the closeness while he could. In the morning, once the effects of the evening had worn off, he wasn't sure if he'd be quite so willing to jump into Dave's arms and be held. He detested overly emotional, demonstrative people and had always tried damned hard not to be one of them. Tonight had been exceptional---in a bad way---for that. But he'd worry about that tomorrow. For the moment, he'd soak up the comfort that Dave was offering... and keep an ear on the conversation going on right above him. **** "You're not Shawn. Who the hell is this and where's Shawn?" Dave pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment and gave it an odd look. The voice sounded familiar, but Dave hadn't quite placed it yet. All he knew was that whoever it was didn't sound like they were very happy that they had ended up talking to him and not Shawn...at least if the growling was any indication. He placed the phone back up to his ear and tried to figure out how he should answer the man. "Is this Dave?" Okay...the growly person knew who he was though he wasn't sure how. Why would anyone expect to find him in Shawn's room, except maybe Hunter? He was about to ask who in the hell it was when Shawn's whisper clued him in. "Kev? Calling to check up on poor injured me, probably." Now that Shawn had said his name, Dave knew that it was indeed Kevin. He noticed the way that Shawn rolled his eyes, though he wasn't sure he was supposed to have noticed. Obviously Shawn wasn't in the mood to talk to Kevin so Dave scrambled to give him a reason not to have to. Dave didn't want to come right out and tell Kevin what had happened, though he was pretty sure that Scott had told Kevin all about their earlier conversation. Maybe he could drop a few hints without actually saying it directly. As Shawn leaned against him, Dave reached up with his free hand and ran it gently through Shawn's hair. "Is there any particular order you'd like me to answer those in, Kevin?" Dave asked in an amused tone. "Yes, this is Dave and Shawn is...sleeping. When he and I got back from the restaurant, he had a bit of a headache so he was resting and he just fell asleep. Did you need me to wake him up?" Dave leaned down and silently pressed his lips against the top of Shawn's head. He hadn't meant to do it, it had simply been an impulse to comfort Shawn in any way that he could. "I see. Well, thanks, Dave. No, don't wake him up if he's asleep. I was just calling to see if he was... okay." Dave was glad that Shawn wasn't looking at his face or he would have caught the slight grimace that Dave couldn't hide. Was Shawn okay? Hell, no. Was Dave going to come right out and tell Kevin that? Again...hell, no. "Hunt said he was taking you two to dinner... he didn't go, after all?" Ouch. He didn't really want to mention Hunter's name in front of Shawn right now...or make it obvious that Kevin had brought him up. Debating with himself, Dave finally decided that he was more likely to be able to clue Scott in on what had happened without actually coming out and saying it than he would Kevin. "No. It didn't work out that way. Could I...talk to Scott for a minute if he's there? I wanted to talk to him about that story line we were discussing earlier." Dave heard a vague mumble from Kevin and then Scott's voice. "Hey, Dave. What's up?" "I wanted to apologize for being so abrupt earlier. I was in a hurry to get out of there. I'm not usually so rude. Anyway...I wanted to let you know that I don't think that story line is going to pan out like I had planned. I didn't really think it through and the person that I mentioned didn't seem to see the benefits of it. Maybe you and Kev can change his mind." Dave was pretty sure that Shawn was listening to every word he said, but he hoped that Shawn wouldn't ask him about the conversation that he'd had with Scott or the person in question. He wouldn't lie to him if Shawn came out and asked about it. Shawn meant too much to him to start out any possible relationship they might have by lying to him. "I see. You told them then...I was kind of worried about what would happen. So you're saying that Hunter was being a stubborn pain in the ass? Is Shawn okay?" Dave suppressed the sigh that wanted to slip out. No Shawn wasn't okay...but Dave wasn't about to come right out and say that. Kevin and Scott showing up here tonight would most likely not be a good thing since Shawn didn't act like he wanted to talk to them right now. "Yes, he was. I'm going to stay here tonight and wake Shawn up a couple of times just to make sure, but he seems to be doing better. I'd better go before I wake him up with all this noise I’m making. You and Kevin have a good night." "Thanks for letting me know, Dave. Take good care of him. We'll talk later." Dave half turned to hang up the phone only then realizing that he was still combing his fingers though Shawn's hair. Shawn hadn't seemed to mind overly, thank goodness. Dave wrapped his arms tightly around Shawn, laying his head against Shawn's. "You ready to call it a night, Sweetheart?" All he wanted to do was cuddle up next to Shawn and hold him close for the rest of the night. They'd deal with everything else in the morning. **** Kevin frowned a little as there was a pause. He was pretty sure that he was talking to Dave, which meant that things were... interesting. "...and Shawn is...sleeping." Barely managing to restrain a snort, Kevin shook his head. Sleeping? With Dave in his bed? Was he really supposed to believe that? If Scott was right about what had happened earlier, Kev suspected that they weren't doing anything much, but he couldn't keep from smiling a little. He caught Scott's eye and grinned, mouthing Dave's name at him with a little shrug. "I see." Yes, he did. He wasn't as good at this interpersonal thing as Scotty was, but he certainly wasn't blind. "Well, thanks, Dave. No, don't wake him up if he's asleep. I was just calling to see if he was... okay." If things had gone down anything less than perfectly, Shawn was probably far from "okay", but at least he wasn't alone. And if Dave called him on it, he could always claim that he was just asking about Shawn's injury. Pausing for a minute, he tried to figure out a diplomatic way of asking without actually asking... "Hunt said he was taking you two to dinner... he didn't go, after all?" Maybe that would work. From the look on Scott's face, though, he suspected he could've found a better way of asking. "Could I...talk to Scott for a minute if he's there?" Story line, huh? Kevin rolled his eyes but held the phone out to Scotty, shifting just enough so that Scott could hold the phone comfortably. "Dave wants to talk to you... about that "story line" you talked about earlier." His voice was wry, and he continued to run his fingers through Scott's hair reassuringly. When Scott took the receiver from him, he ran his other hand down Scott's back, taking every chance he could to touch his lover. Cocking his head, he listened to the faint tinny voice on the other end of the line, trying to hear what Dave was saying to Scott. **** Listening to Dave as he spoke, Shawn sighed softly into the big man's chest, wondering if Dave even realised that he was still petting his hair. He loved his friends, his family... but he could really do without the uber-protectiveness at times. Kevin was especially bad about it, since he felt compelled to act out his "Big Daddy" role every time anyone in the Clique had problems... even though Kev's patience was limited at best and his temper usually ended up trying to "fix" things. Scott had gotten incredibly good at calming people down without anyone, especially Kevin, even noticing that he was doing it. "...he had a bit of a headache so he was resting and he just fell asleep." Shawn smiled, appreciating Dave's white lie. To be honest, Dave's protectiveness. Why wasn't it bothering him when Dave did it? He shrugged to himself. Did it matter? Dave had somehow picked up on the fact that he wasn't all that eager to talk to Kev right now and was expertly fielding the man. He really didn't feel like going over everything that had happened earlier, and if he did talk to Kevin, the man would end up pulling it all out of him somehow. He felt Dave tense slightly at something Kevin said, and wondered if Hunter's name had just been brought up. "Could I...talk to Scott for a minute if he's there?" Shawn twisted slightly so that he could look up at Dave, wondering what the big man was so carefully not saying. Story lines? There was no reason for Dave to be discussing story lines with Scotty... He blinked as he realised what was being said. He'd been so caught up in things that he'd never stopped to wonder how Dave had found out so quickly what his feelings for Hunter were. Scott knew... he'd known for years. But what in the world could've prompted him to tell somebody he barely knew? Dave must've figured some of it out himself... maybe when they were talking. Maybe that was why Dave had walked off like he had. Well... whatever had happened, Shawn wasn't going to worry about it. Scott had done whatever he'd thought was best, and since it had turned out with Dave holding him tonight, he wasn't complaining. At least, not right now. .and wake Shawn up a couple of times..." Shawn had to press his face into Dave's shoulder to hide the expression on his face at those words. He couldn't help but laugh, but he wished almost desperately that the images that had been brought to mind were the real reason why Dave would be waking him up. The mere thought of the big man over him... in him... made him shudder. Biting his lip, he tried to suppress his body's reactions to those thoughts, not wanting to make the night more difficult for either of them than it already was. When Dave wrapped his arms around him, Shawn was a little startled. He hadn't even noticed that the call was over, although he was glad that Dave had been the one to answer the phone. If Kevin had asked him what had happened, he probably would've lost it again. He was starting to lose the soft fuzzy feeling that the wine had caused---the trainer would have a fit if he knew that Shawn had been drinking after getting a head injury!---but Dave's embrace brought that warm feeling back in full force. "You ready to call it a night, Sweetheart?" Was he ready to... oh. Right. Honour and all that. Shawn tried to calm his suddenly racing heart and turned his head to meet Dave's eyes, hoping that the effects of his wandering thoughts weren't too obvious. He loved the idea of being in Dave's arms all night, but... he really wished that they weren't just going to be cuddling. Hopefully he wouldn't embarrass himself in his sleep or wake up poking Dave in the hip or something. If they were going to get to that point, Shawn was pretty sure that Dave would want Hunter to have been dealt with, one way or another, and he didn't really want Hunt hanging over their heads either. If he was going to get past this, he was going to have to talk to the man. Firming up his resolve, he decided to do so first thing in the morning. Better to get it over with rather than let it build up into something worse than it was. But for now... he smiled at Dave and carefully brushed a soft kiss against his lips. It took more restraint than he'd expected to pull away again. That could be a bad sign. If he was already getting addicted to the big man, and they hadn't even done anything... well. Worry about that later. "I'm more than ready, Dave." Shit. He bit his lip as soon as the words escaped him, not having meant them to sound quite like that. "I mean... I'm exhausted. I'm just glad we don't have an early plane tomorrow." As if to prove his point, a yawn worked its way out of him and he smiled. "I think we should probably get more comfortable, though." Dammit! What was wrong with him tonight? Did everything he said have to sound sexual? "I don't know about you, but I don't sleep well sitting up." Almost afraid to look at Dave's face and hoping that he wouldn't think he was trying to lead him on, Shawn reluctantly wriggled out of Dave's arms. He scooted down under the sheet, pulling the blankets up and looked up at Dave expectantly. **** When Shawn turned to look at him, Dave couldn't quite interpret the look he gave him. Dave wondered if Shawn was going to ask about the "story line" that he and Scott had been talking about and he sincerely hoped not. When Shawn simply smiled at him and kissed him softly, Dave wanted to let out a huge sigh of relief, but knew that he didn't dare. He stopped himself from pulling Shawn back into his arms and deepening the kiss. He was the one that had put a stop to their kissing earlier and he wasn't about to play the tease. There was no way that things were going any further between them tonight and Dave didn't want to take the chance that he might want to let them. Ha! He would love to let things go farther, but he'd made a promise to Shawn and he intended to keep it. "I'm more than ready, Dave." His eyebrows shot up at the little bit of honesty. He couldn't blame Shawn really. It had been an awful night for the beautiful man in his arms. When he saw the way Shawn was biting his lip and heard the quick qualification he made to his earlier statement, Dave wasn't sure what to think. Shawn seemed almost...nervous. Dave smiled over the small yawn. It did indeed seem that Shawn was exhausted and it was time for him to get some sleep. Things might look better in the morning, though Dave wasn't going to hold his breath when it came to dealing with Hunter. Maybe he should try to talk to him again tomorrow? "I think we should probably get more comfortable, though." Get more comfortable...Dave's brain seemed to twist that particular phrase to suit it's own purposes. Imagining actually "getting more comfortable" with Shawn was not a good thing when he was about to have the man in his arms...for completely innocent purposes. Fighting the instinctive reaction of his body, Dave kept his smile locked firmly in place. He was not a teenager, damn it. He could and would control himself. "I don't know about you, but I don't sleep well sitting up." Dave couldn't look at Shawn for a moment because he was sure his face was showing the proof of what he'd been thinking. Shawn's earlier comment had been completely innocent and Dave had managed to interpret it as an invitation of sorts. Not good...not good at all. As Shawn wiggled out of his arms and slid under the covers, Dave managed to get himself back in check, at least for now. When Shawn looked up at him expectantly, Dave slid under the blankets and lay down on his back. He opened his arms and smiled at the man beside him. "Come here, sweetheart. I can't keep my promise to hold you all night if you're way over there," he said with a wink. Now if he could just manage to keep his mind from straying into forbidden territory, he might not embarrass himself tonight. It was going to be tough though with two arms full of the man he was falling for more every minute. Dave was starting to wonder if he had a hidden masochistic streak. **** Chris practically melted all over Adam as they kissed passionately in the back seat. Kissing Adam reminded him of when he'd tried wine for the first time at the age of seventeen. He'd liked it, of course he'd liked it, but it was the subtle tastes and flavours that made Chris realise he'd need far more experience before he could truly appreciate a good red. Lips sliding against smooth wet partners, CJ catalogued Adam through his taste buds. The sharp bite of the whatever-it-was that Adam had been drinking and the malty-sweetness of beer blended with a unique warm, spiciness that CJ identified as pure Adamness. Like those long ago reds, it was a taste Chris was pretty sure he'd soon become addicted too. When Adam's hands fell to his hips and inched them closer together, Chris moaned into the kiss. He could feel the evidence of Adam's arousal against his own and it made him want more, far more than was possible in the back seat of a moving vehicle. Although for a chance at Adam, Chris was willing to give it a shot. The feeling of two hands cupping his ass caused CJ to gasp and almost bash his head on the ceiling of the cab, but the firm grip his thighs had on Adam kept him in place. "Want you Chris...so much "Not as much," Chris countered, his voice roughened from the sensation of fingers on his nipple and the ticklish skin over his ribs, "as I want you Adam." The droplets of Adam's words were accompanied by cool, delicious touches that sent Chris into a relaxed, molten puddle. Normally he was hyperactive when indulging in foreplay, but with Adam all his previous experience went out the window. Despite their mutual, agonising, need, there was no rush. No frantic coupling without the time to lavish full attention to his partners wants. Oh no. This time CJ was gonna indulge himself on Adam, as he hoped the other blond wanted to experience Chris. His own hands weren't exactly paralysed either. From where he'd gripped the long streaked hair when he'd initiated the kiss, CJ dropped his fingers to cup Adam's jaw, tracing the side of his throat, before once again taking a handful of shirt to hold to as leverage. He flexed strong thigh muscles and ground forwards, once again forcing their erections into mutual agonised pleasure. Adam's hand stealing in between them was both a relief and a torment as his own sex was massaged by long fingers. As Adam's tongue touched the shivery spot on his neck Chris let his head fall back, baring his throat in submission. The hand on his groin was making thinking almost impossible and CJ began to lose awareness of where they were. His entire world was refined down to Adam's body, Adam's mouth and Adam's hands. Chris gave a sharp, involuntary hiss of pain before his sex fogged brain even noted the problem. He jerked back so suddenly he would've fallen into the front seat, hadn't Adam's other hand been still at his hip. Catching himself by broad shoulders, CJ looked ruefully down at his side. Softly touching his still-bruised skin, he was reminded of last weeks encounter with a chair. "Sorry Babe, it just caught me by surprise, I must have twisted too far," the pain receding Chris smirked into Adam's concerned expression. "Lost my head I guess you could say." He leaned back again till Adam could see his body in the glow of passing street lights. "Still black and blue from last week, light's so bad at the club I don't think anyone noticed." Letting his own fingers explore Adam's still covered torso, Chris leaned in for another kiss, hoping Tyson took the longer route back to the hotel. **** to be continued... |