"ITVR: Chapter 12"
Concerns.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Ric looked down at the man he'd just bodily dragged into bed and sighed. When Stephanie had called him he'd thought it was a practical joke on Ms McMahon's part. It had to be. Hunter didn't drink. Everyone knew that, it was just part of the WWE, like Vince's temper and the oxymoron that was the 'creative department'. Hell, the man had only sipped wine at his own bachelor party for pity's sake. Now this. Ric had to hand it to the Champ once again, when he did something, he sure as hell went all or nothing on it. Fortunately only a small part of the second bottle had been imbibed by Hunter before he'd passed out on the couch. Eyeing the second bed, Ric toed off his shoes, draped his jacket over the desk chair and settled down for a few hours shut-eye himself. Hunter would be alright. What he'd said was the whiskey talking. He and Shawn were closer than brothers and no stupid mix-up would affect that. Hunter just over-reacted about everything related to Shawn. He'd spoken to Joanie a few times about what Hunter was like when Shawn underwent back surgery. More stressed than during his own quad rehab she'd confided. Hunter was just blowing things out of proportion, Ric assured himself as he set his phone alarm for 6 am. He settled back and shut his eyes, thinking of Candy in her crotchless panties. By tomorrow this would all have blown over. **** Shawn wondered if Dave was having the same problem he was, seeing the odd expression on his face. If he were... no. He was going to be good tonight, not entice the man he was getting more interested in all the time into breaking a promise. Just because he was tired of being alone didn't mean that he had the right to mess with Dave's emotions. And, as much as he hated to admit it, Dave was right in that he really wasn't in any condition to be making decisions right now. The alcohol was fading, but Shawn wouldn't put it past himself to do something stupid just to get back at Hunter for hurting him. He winced slightly at the name, but pushed it away again. He'd worry about that in the morning. For now, he was just going to look at the gorgeous half-naked man in bed with him for a minute. He let his eyes travel over Dave before he realised that he was staring, and probably about to start drooling. Shaking his head slightly, he returned Dave's smile a little hesitantly, hoping that Dave hadn't noticed his momentary preoccupation. "I can't keep my promise to hold you all night if you're way over there." Taking a deep breath, Shawn scooted over, pausing for a second to figure out how best to do this. It was a little-known secret that he was a cuddler in bed, which was part of the reason he'd been so miserable with his bed empty for so long. Normally he'd just drape himself over his bed partners, but in this case... He settled his head against Dave's shoulder and slid an arm across the big man's chest, letting his other arm wedge underneath Dave's shoulder and the pillow. If Dave was willing to hold him all night, that would probably work. If not, well... they'd figure something out. Debating with himself for a second, Shawn finally put a leg over Dave's, keeping it just above knee level. That left certain parts of them out of contact, although Shawn was afraid that he'd wake up trying to drill a hole in Dave's hip. It might be normal male automatic response, but it would be... interesting... in the morning if that happened. Hmm... Dave had promised not to do anything tonight. Nothing had been said about tomorrow. Suddenly having to hide a smirk, Shawn bit his lip before turning to press one last kiss to Dave's cheek. "Good night, Dave," he said softly, almost surprised at how comfortable he felt. Yawning again, he let his eyes drift closed and was asleep before he realised it. **** "You're kinky, you know that?" Chris shifted against Eddie, raising a puzzled face to his lover. "What do you mean, kinky?" Eddie grinned, using Benoit's distraction to sneak a hand down to his hip, slowly rubbing his thumb against the sensitive spot there. "Kinky, ese. Having sex with the belts on? I never would've thought you had it in you." Chris glanced almost guiltily at the bedside table, the two championship belts glinting in the sliver of light coming in through the curtains. Watching his lover blush was something that Eddie never got tired of. The fact that it was a rare sight only made him try harder. Speaking of which... He shifted his hand slightly, grazing against Chris's crotch. Chris twitched. "Eddie..." Assuming an innocent look, Eddie blinked at him. "What?" "Aren't you ever satisfied?" Benoit sighed, smiling a little as he moved, bringing Eddie's fingers into contact with his cock. Eddie smiled back at him, wrapping his fingers around the softened shaft, massaging it gently. He brought his other hand up to Chris's cheek, turning his face so that he could lean down and kiss him. Finally pulling away, he chuckled at Chris's quiet moan. "With you? Never," he whispered, shifting them until he was lying over Benoit. It had been far too long since they'd been able to spend any real time together. The clothes strewn across the room testified to the frenetic pace of their earlier lovemaking, but Eddie wanted to take his time. Moving slowly, he licked, touched, tasted, pinched every inch of Chris's body, inhaling the heady scent of his lover's arousal as he brought him to a fever pitch. By the time he was ready for more, Chris was a whimpering, pleading mess... just how Eddie liked him. Pushing into him at a snail's pace, Eddie muffled Chris's groan with his lips. Their bodies moving together slowly, Eddie allowed their pleasure to build languidly, their orgasms cresting like an ocean wave only moments apart. "Te amo, Chris," Eddie whispered, smiling into Chris's hair as he listened to the other man's breathing slow. Chris reached up, wrapping his arms around Eddie. "Love you, too," came the softly tired reply. Kissing Chris's forehead, Eddie closed his eyes, content for the first time in over a week. **** "You're not Shawn. Who the hell is this and where's Shawn?" Scott looked up at Kevin in surprise and almost laughed. Kevin would never consider the possibility that he might have dialed the wrong room number. Scott could just imagine some strange person at the other end of the line getting extremely irate over Kevin interrupting their sleep. "Is this Dave?" Ohhh! Maybe Kevin hadn't dialed the wrong room after all. This was an interesting development to say the least. Scott watched Kevin as he waited for an answer. When Kevin mouthed the name 'Dave' to him, Scott wasn't sure whether to be really happy that the big man was apparently in Shawn's room or worried that something had gone really wrong during their discussion. "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." Asleep? Yeah, right. Like there was any chance that Shawn was sleeping while Dave was in his room. Question was...was Shawn about to end his streak of spending the nights alone in his bed or was Shawn a complete mess and Dave was there to keep an eye on him. Scott didn't even consider that he might be there because of Shawn's head injury. He hadn't been showing any signs of having a concussion. Unless either Dave or Hunter had smacked him upside the head with another blunt object...Scott winced as he considered that possibility. "Hunt said he was taking you two to dinner... he didn't go, after all?" Scott's eyes widened as he looked at Kevin. Where was all that tact that Kev was purported to have? Surely not much in evidence tonight. Though Scott couldn't really blame him after he'd had to put up with Scott's near hysterics earlier. "Dave wants to talk to you... about that "story line" you talked about earlier." Scott barely kept from flinching and he was sure his expression looked like he was being confronted by some dreaded evil monster instead of a simple telephone. Kevin's fingers sifting through his hair reminded him that Kevin would be right here for him no matter what Dave wanted to say to him and Scotty hesitantly reached for the receiver. Kevin's hand running down his back made him shiver and he had to shake his head slightly to clear it before focusing on the phone in his hand. He raised the phone to his ear and surprisingly his voice came out much steadier than he felt. "Hey, Dave. What's up?" "Anyway...I wanted to let you know that I don't think that story line is going to pan out like I had planned." Scott shook off the apology. It wasn't really necessary. Dave had had every reason to want to leave in a hurry earlier. The story line didn't pan out...Shawn must be right beside him, otherwise Dave would have found a more direct way to bring up their discussion. Apparently things hadn't gone well...at least from Dave's point of view. Scott wasn't so sure that Hunter and Shawn being together was such a good thing. They were both so damn stubborn. Though if that had been their decision, Scott would have supported them one hundred percent. It sounded as if Hunter had been the one to nix the idea. Scott wondered why. There was definitely something going on there and Scott was determined to find out what. Sounded like he and Hunter would be having a heart to heart sometime tomorrow. "Maybe you and Kev can change his mind." Scott wasn't sure about that, but he was sure that they'd be finding out the reason for Hunter's attitude. Which reminded him...he had a question or two for Kevin about their dear friend. Something hadn't been right there earlier and Scott wasn't one who liked to be left in the dark. "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?" Scott's voice was completely calm. Now that he knew what they were dealing with, to some extent, he would be able to cope much better. Just like the situation with Nitro, he'd helped create this mess and it was his responsibility to help clean it up. 'No more time for self-pity, Scott. It's time to fix your mistakes and move on. You can't just let Kevin take care of you all the time or you'll end up going right back to the bottle. Your little episode earlier proved that.' Scott thought to himself. That just wasn't going to happen. He loved letting Kevin take care of him, but he needed to be able to stand on his own two feet as well. "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." Scott was torn between being angry at Hunter and laughing over what Dave had said about waking Shawn up. He knew that more than likely it wouldn't be in the way he'd interpreted it, but he was betting Shawn wouldn't object at all if that were the case. "Thanks for letting me know, Dave. Take good care of him. We'll talk later." He was thankful to Dave. Shawn obviously hadn't felt like talking to them, so Scott had a feeling that things were...really not good with Shawn. Shawn didn't take much to coddling, but Scott could more often than not coax him into opening up. That Shawn hadn't answered the phone himself and hadn't taken the phone once he knew who it was...told Scott that Shawn just hadn't wanted to deal with things right now. Which meant that he and Kevin would have been left in the dark until the situation exploded. Scott was sincerely hoping that it wouldn't come to that. As far as Dave being with Shawn...Scott was completely comfortable with it. He was a pretty good judge of character and he'd been impressed with Dave since the first time he'd met him. True, he hadn't spent a lot of time with the man, but from what he had seen, Dave was trustworthy and kind to a fault. If he was there with Shawn, then Shawn would be in good hands. Scott handed the phone back to Kevin as he sifted through the various things he'd learned from the phone call. He looked up at Kevin and shook his head. "It's not good. We're going to talk to Hunter tomorrow," Scott said decisively. "We're going to go check on Shawn too...whenever I decide to let you out of this room," he finished with a disarming smile. "I've got other plans for you yet tonight, Kev." Running his fingers gently up Kevin's bare chest, Scott stopped to toy with the ends of Kevin's hair. Scott pressed his body flush with Kevin's and looked into his eyes as he let his hand tangle firmly in the golden locks. "And I'll get to them, as soon as you tell me what the hell is going on with you and Hunt." **** Dave had sensed the slight hesitance when Shawn had moved closer to him. He couldn't blame the guy. This wasn't exactly a normal scenario for a first date. At least not in Dave's experience. In all honesty, if things hadn't happened the way they had with Hunter, Dave most likely wouldn't have been in Shawn's bed at all tonight. It wasn't that he had any kind of rule against first date sex, but he tended to shy away from it. Dave was definitely more of a relationship type guy than one that indulged in what he considered meaningless sex. It wasn't like he'd never had a one-night stand, but it was an exception, not the rule for him. With Shawn...it was out of the question. Dave already had feelings for Shawn, though he wasn't ready to put a name to what exactly they were. He wasn't willing to settle for a flash-in-the-pan sexual affair with the man. He wasn't expecting a commitment, not right now, but he at least wanted to be sure that there might be a possibility of a future for them. He admitted to himself that he was already in too deep. If things didn't work out between them, he was already to the point where it would hurt. Dave had expected to be facing a pretty damn uncomfortable night. Between trying to hide his body's reaction to having Shawn in his arms and the thoughts he was bound to be having as a result, he'd thought it would be something akin to hell on earth...holding him so close, yet not touching. As Shawn settled against him, Dave was surprised at how comfortable he actually felt. It seemed...right. That thought damn near terrified him. How was he supposed to go back to his lonely bed tomorrow night after feeling the way that he was right now? Dave pushed that thought aside as Shawn kissed his cheek. He couldn't dwell on it. He was determined to view this as a gift. One night to remember everything he could about being here with Shawn...just in case. "Good night, Dave." Dave unconsciously tightened his arms just a bit. "Good night, Shawn," Dave said, his happiness at just being there reflected in his voice. Before long he could tell by the deep even breaths against his chest that Shawn was asleep. He should have been tired himself, but found that he honestly wasn't. His mind was too busy tossing random and not-so-random thoughts at him. Why had Hunter denied his feelings for Shawn? That one perplexed Dave. Who in their right mind would turn down the chance to be with Shawn? Dave knew that Hunter wasn't crazy. There had to be something deep going on with him and Dave really wanted to know what it was...not only because it had affected Shawn, but because he was genuinely worried about Hunter. Ouch. Guess that had snuck in under his radar, hadn't it? If Dave looked at things with true honesty, despite the fact that he'd tried to keep his relationship with Hunter on a professional level, Dave did care about the man. He tried not to panic, he really did, but his breath still caught for a moment as he tried to work his way through his thoughts. Dave had never really thought that there was a possibility of anything happening with Hunter. He hadn't let himself explore any feelings he'd had for the man except for the occasional twinge of desire. Hunter was a damn attractive guy so it wasn't unrealistic that Dave would occasionally wonder what it would be like to touch him, but he'd always tried to cut off anything beyond those thoughts. He'd wanted to accept the man's overtures of friendship and had to force himself to shy away from them. That should have told him what his mind was just now figuring out. Despite all his safeguards, he already had some sort of feelings for the man. He couldn't possibly have feelings for both Hunter and Shawn...could he? Things just didn't work that way. He pushed away the thought that Shawn had said earlier that despite the fact that he loved Hunter he still wanted to get to know Dave...that the two weren't incompatible. They were incompatible...weren't they? Dave closed his eyes and swallowed harshly. This whole situation was turning into a huge mess. He almost wished that Hunter had just agreed with him earlier tonight. Shawn and Hunter would be together and he would be...somewhere else right now. Despite the fact that Hunter and Shawn would have been happy if the situation had been resolved that way, Dave was kind of glad that that hadn't ended up being the case. Didn't that make him kind of selfish? Sighing quietly over his indecision, Dave was startled to realize that at some point during his mental wanderings, he'd managed to memorize Shawn's breathing pattern. Once again he thought about how comfortable he was here, just holding Shawn. Obviously nothing was going to be resolved in his over-tired state. Maybe that was his problem. He was just tired. That excuse had about a snowball's chance in hell of flying, but it had been worth a shot. He needed to talk to Hunter. Shawn needed to talk to Hunter. Hunter needed to stop being such an obstinate pain in the ass. When they woke up in the morning, maybe they should go talk to Hunter and just get everything out in the open. What's the worst that could happen? Moving gently so that he didn't wake him, Dave pulled Shawn just a little bit closer. Taking comfort from the weight of Shawn's body against his, Dave finally ordered himself to stop thinking so much about what-ifs and just enjoy the here and now. He drifted into an uneasy sleep almost two hours after Shawn had cuddled up against him. **** If the sharp hiss hadn't caught his attention, the way Chris suddenly shifted would have. Concern in his eyes, Adam looked closely at the dark mark on Chris' side. Well...as closely as he could using the streetlights. He made a mental note to be careful not to put his hands there...at least with any kind of pressure. Then Chris kissed him again and he zoned out everything but that pleasurable experience. His hands had migrated to Chris' thighs, sliding firmly over the smooth material covering taunt muscles. He was so involved in trying to explore every inch of Chris' mouth with his tongue that he missed the fact that the car had ceased moving. Jay's snort of laughter and his subsequent words vaguely penetrated the sensual haze fogging his brain. "And they say that we're bad? You guys could have saved it for the room, you know." There was a slight pause from Jay until he noticed that neither man seemed to have heard him. "Hey!! We're here!" Adam finally realized that Jay meant that they were at the hotel. Somehow he managed to pry his mouth from Chris' and gently slide the blond off his lap. Grabbing hold of his hand, Adam opened his door and climbed out of the vehicle, Chris following closely behind him. Turning to look at Jay, he smiled. "We'll be in our room, you two can have the other. Be a doll and just take our bags to your room would ya? Room service is still on me, but remember the rule. Good night, boys!" Wrapping his arm around Chris' shoulders, Adam ushered him into the hotel and straight into the elevator. He considered picking up where they had left off in the car, but knew that probably wouldn't be the brightest idea considering how he wasn't real coherent when he was kissing Chris. They could end up with a huge audience without meaning to. Not good. Silently cursing slow moving elevators, Adam almost cheered when it reached their floor. As the two of them hurried down the hallway to the room, Adam smiled almost shyly at Chris. He was ecstatic about finally spending a little time alone with him, but at the same time he didn't want to rush through anything. As long as he had waited for it, he wanted to savor every moment of this night. Swiping the keycard through the door, he waved Chris in ahead of him. "After you, Sweetheart," he said quietly, following Chris through the door. "So...are you hungry? Not that food could ever taste better than you do, but I haven't eaten since this morning. Besides...if we order something sweet and sticky for dessert, we can rival Jay and Ty for messiest hotel room," he said with a wicked smirk. **** Chris followed Adam into the hotel in somewhat of a daze. The evening had started to take on an edge of unreality since Adam had first whispered into his ear. His reactions had been fairly extreme, even for him, but CJ attributed that to the presence of Adam and the amazing turn of tonight's events. The muted but still bright lights of the hotel lobby woke him up slightly as Adam chatted to Jay then led him to the elevator. Feeling self-conscious about his nakedness for the first time, he resisted the urge to crawl into Adam's side. Instead with a head toss he stalked passed the interested receptionist and tried not to jump Adam as they reached their floor. The hotel floor was pretty quiet considering the amount of wrestlers staying here, normally the room hopping, loud discussions and almost fights kept things lively till well into the morning. ...rival Jay and Ty for messiest hotel room.... Raising a hand in a TMI gesture, he grinned at the taller man. "So not thinking about Jay and Ty right now Babe," putting a deliberate saunter into his walk, CJ moved to the telephone and picked up the room service menu. "Well hello Natalie," he said brightly. "Can I please order two Julie's steaks with vegetables, two lemon cheesecakes, a jug of ice water and a bottle of the Lanyard Creek Merlot?" If he was having Adam, he was going to have him with a decent red too. "Room 634...Copeland...thank you Natalie." Dropping the phone back into its cradle, he turned back to face his soon-to-be lover and indulged himself in another slow perusal. "Don't know about you Babe, but my feet are killing me." Sitting on the side of the bed, he lifted one foot and began unlacing his boot. "I should know better than to try and keep up with Trish. That chick is the child of Barbie and the Energizer Bunny." Finishing with the other boot, Chris scooted back further on the bed and crooked a finger at Adam. "C'mere Babe, your King commands it." **** Hunter was dreaming. He had to be, because if this was really happening then he'd kill himself right now. Drifting between sleep and almost awake meant reality was blending with his subconscious a bizarre and psychedelic way. Like when your father is yelling at you in your sleep and you wake to find the radio on...that kinda reality. Although this was really bad. For some reason he was in Vince's office at Titan Towers. His father-in-law was throttling Scott Hall, fingers choking the life out of the dark man lying near death on the floor. Hunter wasn't just not helping Scott, he was holding Kevin down on the floor, forcing the big man to watch his lover being murdered. Hunt couldn't move, couldn't tear Vince away and help Scott, couldn't even let Kevin go. And the Big Man was screaming at him, yelling obscenities and threats right into Hunter's face. All the while Shawn and Dave were making out on Vince's desk. Hunter's attention was divided between hungrily staring at the entwined men and keeping Kevin trapped and away from Scott. When Stephanie rode in on a horse, Hunter nearly cried. Stephanie started throwing champagne glasses at the men on the desk but they ignored her. Scott reached towards Kevin as he gasped out his last breath, Hunter really, really wanted to wake up. **** Adam leaned against the wall and simply watched Chris as he crossed the room. Appreciating the fluid graceful movements of the blond was not something new for Adam, but it was one of the rare times he'd let himself do so without his ever-present shades. He continued watching as Chris ordered their meal and then turned to look him over. Adam shivered slightly under Chris' gaze, though he doubted it was visible to the naked eye, he'd gotten pretty good over the years at letting people see only what he wanted them to see. Smiling over Chris' comments about Trish, Adam had to agree. The woman's energy was boundless. Chris sliding back onto the bed had his thoughts going in a completely different direction. The way Chris crooked his finger at him made him smile. Such a bossy little thing, though when it came to Chris bossing him around, he had no real objections. "C'mere Babe, your King commands it." Using the wall to brace himself, Adam lifted each foot and pulled off his own boots. He tossed them negligently into the corner before lifting one hand and running it slowly down his own chest, stopping at few buttons still fastened. Popping them open deftly with one hand, he left the shirt hanging open and finally pushed away from the wall. Crawling onto the end of the bed, he moved slowly forward, his actions pretty similar to that of a great jungle cat. Positioning himself over Chris in pretty much the same way he did when he entered the ring, Adam leaned in and ran his tongue slowly over Chris' lips. "You beckoned, king of mine? Was there...something that you wanted?" Adam said, his voice husky and a genuine smile on his face as he pulled back enough to look into Chris' eyes. He somehow managed to suppress the goofy grin that wanted to take over as he thought about Chris actually being 'his'. **** "...I'm not in love with Shawn." Shawn whimpered, his head tossing as his heart tightened. The words he'd always been so afraid of hearing... Why had he ever told Hunter the truth? So much better that he keep his secret than this... "...I care too much for Shawn to lie to him..." His fingers clenched as his teeth ground together. Bastard. He didn't know how, but he knew Hunter had lied to him. And as soon as he had the opportunity, he was going to tell him that... and then beat the shit out of him if he didn't tell him the truth. "I'm sorry Shawn, but I don't...feel...the same way..." Hunter's earnest face floated in front of him... taunting him. As much as he wanted to punch that familiar face, he wanted to kiss those lips... "Dammit, Hunt! How could you do this to me?" Just tear my heart out and hand me back the shredded pieces, expecting me to act like nothing ever happened... He fiercely blinked back the tears prickling at the backs of his eyes. His voice echoed hollowly, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. His arm tightened, and he became aware that he wasn't alone. Even as he wondered, he realised who he was with, and his lips curved. "...I'd love to spend time with you..." How could he have wondered if Dave were serious? The man's sincerity was written in every fibre of his being, obvious in the eyes that so clearly showed his emotions when he let them. "...you are allowed to touch me Shawn..." Oh God, if only he was. His fingers twitched, moving without his realising it, stroking softly across the warm skin they were lying on. "...Shawn...Sweetheart..." He sighed softly, the heartbeat underneath his cheek comforting him, allowing his inner pain to be soothed away. He knew it was temporary, that he'd have to face that pain, but for now he just wanted to enjoy this. Turning his face into that delicious warmth, he pressed a kiss to the skin he could reach, savouring the slightly musky taste that lingered on his lips. "...I know what it will mean to me..." He sucked in a deep breath, wondering... Shawn's eyes shot open. Staring wildly into the darkness, it took him almost an entire minute to place where he was. The softly breathing warm bulk that he was lying on threw him until he realised who it was... Dave. The name made him smile, before the realisation of why he was there made those damned tears burn at the back of his throat again. Dammit, hadn't he cried enough over this? Forcing them back, he slowly became aware that they'd shifted positions during the night. He was still facing Dave, still draped partly over him... but Dave had shifted, almost facing him now with one hand under his head. Shawn's arm was still draped across Dave's chest... stroking it. Shawn pulled his hand away as though it had been burnt when he realised that he was rubbing soft caresses across Dave's collarbone... and nipple. What the hell was he doing? Even as he wondered, he realised that somehow, they'd tangled together, their limbs meshed... and his body had enthusiastically responded to the situation. Trying to pull a leg back without waking Dave up, his eyes fluttered shut as his now-aching cock brushed against Dave's hip. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he carefully edged his leg away from Dave... only to stop cold, a quiet moan escaping him as he felt a matching hardness pushing insistently against his thigh. He was stuck. No matter what he did, he was going to touch something that he shouldn't, and they'd tangled together so well that the only real way to get out of it was to bodily push the other man away... and that wasn't something he was willing to do. Even if Dave did wake up and he died of embarrassment... Even if Dave didn't wake up, and he died of unrequited horniness... Shawn's mouth twisted into a grin as a quiet laugh escaped him. At least he'd die happy, right? Well... frustrated, but in a good way. His eyes finally adjusting to the dimness of the room, Shawn propped his head up on his hand, watching Dave sleep. Looked like the big man wasn't having the most peaceful sleep, either. Shawn frowned a little as Dave's head twitched, his lips moving... was he saying something? Leaning closer, trying to hear the barely-whispered words, Shawn had his ear nearly against Dave's lips. And when he heard what Dave was saying... his head whipped around, his eyes wide, as he stared at the other man. And lost his balance. His elbow slipping on the sheet, Shawn's head fell onto Dave's chest. Cursing silently, he leaned back, hoping that he hadn't just woken his bedpartner. Because if Dave had been dreaming about what he thought he was dreaming about... Reluctantly, he raised his eyes to Dave's face, almost afraid to look. **** to be continued... |