"ITVR: Chapter 13"
Temptations.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Guh. CJ was seriously at a loss for words as Adam crawled up onto the bed like a big black panther. So slow and menacing... but in a good way, a really, really good way. He made Chris feel like prey that was about to get ravaged or ravished if Chris had his way. And amazingly it seemed he would...have his way that is. If he was reading the man right, Adam seemed genuinely willing to obey Chris' directions on what they would do. A surprise considering Adam was so intense about almost everything in his life, that he would submit to CJ's authority was a tantalising shock. Head spinning with all the fantastic, porny ideas he could order Adam to do, Chris settled back onto the pillows and looked thoughtfully at the gorgeous face hovering so close to his. "First I want you to kiss me," CJ wasn't going to try and stop the smile crossing his features or the lust darkening his eyes and tenting his pants, "use lots of tongue." He saw the green cat-like eyes brighten in response. "Take off your clothes," a thought occurred. "Slowly, like a tease. Then climb back on the bed like you did before, all slinky and sexy." Okay, now for the really fun stuff. "Unbuckle my belt and unzip me," now Chris was getting all sorts of ideas. "Then go down on me, but don't bring me off. I want to come with you inside me." He lay back and waited to see how far Adam would let him go. **** Kevin watched Scotty's face as he talked, taking in every wince and frown and smile. His lover was one of the most expressive people he'd ever known and he'd always loved to watch him while he dealt with other people. No matter how controlled his expression was, Kev could always tell his real thoughts by watching his eyes. That sparkle revealed his amusement at something Dave had said... about waking Shawn up? Kevin had to bite back a comment at that, seeing the angry spark in his eyes at the same time. Instead, he contented himself with stroking Scott's hair, working out the snarls in the wavy strands. "It's not good. We're going to talk to Hunter tomorrow." Kevin hung up the receiver, raising an eyebrow at Scott's tone. It wasn't often that Scott got like this... but Kev loved it when he did. As much as he loved taking care of his lover, Scott taking charge of things was a huge turn-on for him. "...whenever I decide to let you out of this room..." He had to bite back a moan as he saw the look on Scott's face. That little smile... the tone of voice... He could feel his body responding even after the incredible sex they'd had earlier. Scott's fingers in his hair made him shift, but when Scotty yanked on the strands... Kev couldn't stop the growl that escaped him and he shifted his grasp on Scott, intending to roll them over so he could ravish his lover all over again... "...as soon as you tell me what the hell is going on with you and Hunt." Shit. His eyes closed momentarily, not quite able to face his lover. So much for all of his nice "always tell the truth" lines... But this thing with Hunt was one big mess. Trust Scott to spring this on him at a weak moment. His mouth twisting into a reluctant smile, he opened his eyes again, shaking his head at Scott. "You don't play fair, Scotty," he rumbled, running a hand down Scott's back. Moving them both forward a bit to lay back against the pillows, his hand not stopping its caress, he stared at the ceiling for a long moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He'd never discussed it with Scott because it had been the beginning of his last fight with his demons... the fight where Kev had walked away from him. Taking a long, shuddering breath, he turned his head to look at Scott again, feeling guilty all over again. "It... it started with the nWo comeback a couple of years ago. When... when we were having... problems," Kevin hedged delicately. God, he hated dredging all this up again. When everything had happened, he'd been so angry and hurt and confused... and so totally self-centered. He just couldn't meet Scotty's eyes, so expressive, while he told him this. He'd be lucky if Scott ever forgave him once he knew the truth. "When you... when Vince let you go," he cringed over the euphemism but couldn't bring himself to say anything else, "I... I didn't react well. You know that." He tried to force away the memories of him yelling and ranting and throwing things at walls before breaking down. The real breakdown hadn't started until the next day, though... the day that he walked out on Scott, leaving him drunk on their hotel room floor before making that phone call. He couldn't quite stop the tear that rolled down his face as he remembered the broken look on Scott's face… right before he took another drink. Walking out on him that night had broken his heart, no matter how much good had come out of it. Walking out had finally convinced Scott that rehab needed to work that time. "So... when I heard that Hunter had... had something to do with it, I just lost it." The ceiling had the most terribly interesting pattern sculpted into it, Kev mused idly. He realised that he'd tightened his grip on Scott to an almost painful point, and forced himself to relax. It was in the past, and Scott wasn't going anywhere. Not now. Not unless he got so upset with Kev's stupidity that he left... a deep shudder ripped through Kevin at that thought, and he closed his eyes again. After a long silent moment, he continued, his voice quiet. "I can't even remember who it was that originally told me. How stupid does that make me? But when I went to Vince, went to argue with him... beg him to keep you, he just looked at me and said that the decision had been made. And... that if I had questions about it, I could talk to Hunter because he'd been involved." Another silence, this time as Kevin rolled that statement around in his head. He'd realised long ago that he'd most likely misread it, but his own damned stubbornness had kept him from doing anything about it. Scott would surely force him to do something now, though. "When I went to talk to Hunter, I... I wasn't too calm. I pretty much accused him of pulling strings to get you fired." Kevin winced at the memory. "I yelled, I said things that I don't really remember... I didn't give him a chance to answer, really. By the time I'd run out of things to call him, he just had this closed-off look to him... he just looked at me and shook his head, and asked me how I could think that. And he walked away." "After... after I'd... walked out..." He stopped, swallowing past the remembered pain clogging his throat. "After I... left you... Shawn stayed with me. He didn't understand how I could blame Hunt, and... by that time, I didn't, either. But when I tried to talk to him later, he just... he played cold. And it pissed me off, and then I was injured..." Another long shuddering breath, remembering those hard, lonely months when he'd been hurt and was alone and couldn't even talk after the surgery and wasn't sure if he'd be able to again... "And then it was too late. Now we're on speaking terms, but..." His voice trailed off and he kept his eyes closed. "I know I'm an idiot, Scotty. I know he didn't do what I thought he did. Hell, he probably tried to convince Vince to keep you. But... there was so much going on..." He knew that his expression gave away more than he wanted to, but how could he try to keep hiding this from Scott when Scotty was trying so hard to be completely honest with him? His arms tightened around the form of his lover again, hoping desperately that Scott wouldn't hate him for this one. **** They were yelling at each other loud enough that the kitchen staff in the hotel could probably make out every word legibly. Maybe that was an exaggeration...then again maybe not. Dave flinched as Shawn yelled at Hunter. "You lied to me, you bastard! Now tell me why!" Dave shifted positions, noting the aggressive stance that Hunter seemed to have taken. He probably shouldn't be here, but when Shawn had decided to confront Hunter, Dave had wanted to come along. Vince wouldn't be happy if the two ended up destroying a hotel room. Just as Hunter attempted to lunge at Shawn, Dave wrapped his arms around the man's waist to hold him in place. He was forced to lean back on his heels to keep Hunter from getting closer to Shawn. This was really, really not going well. He'd thought things were temporarily under control, but he hadn't been prepared for Shawn to lunge at Hunter. The momentum of Shawn crashing into muscular blond sent the three of them careening backwards...straight onto the mattress. Dave groaned from the bottom of the tangle of limbs. He was a big guy, true, but the combined weight of Hunter and Shawn was enough to knock the breath out of him when he hadn't been expecting to have them land on him. Surprised that the bed hadn't collapsed, he was truly thankful for the sturdy wood frame, which had managed to withstand nearly eight hundred pounds worth of bodies falling onto it simultaneously. With Hunter's back pressed against his face he couldn't see exactly what was going on, but he could tell the two were still struggling from the way Hunter was wiggling on top of him. He tightened his arms around Hunter's waist and his breath caught in his throat as Hunter's ass shifted against his groin. Oh dear lord...this was not the time to be having this reaction. Dave almost snorted. Was there ever an appropriate time to be having this reaction? Little flashes of heat rocked through him again as Hunter shifted positions and Dave knew he had a limited amount of time to get Hunter off him before the blond noticed his reaction. "That is enough!" The two men above him suddenly stilled as they realized the "mat" they were struggling on top of wasn't actually an inanimate object. He missed the exchange of sheepish expressions between the two from the position he was in, but suddenly Shawn was beside him on the mattress with his hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Dave. We got a little bit out of control." A little bit? Dave laughed loudly. He just couldn't help it. A little bit? "Uh...Dave? If I promise to behave, do you think you could let me go now?" Dave almost jumped at the sudden words from Hunter, his arms immediately loosening their tight hold. As Hunter shifted to roll off of him, he innocently brushed his backside against Dave's groin again, drawing an unbidden low moan from the big man. Dave closed his eyes, a blush burning across his skin as he realized there was no way the two of them hadn't heard the noise. His only hope lay in the chance that his slacks were loose enough to hide his current condition. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he peeked at the two men beside him. Shawn was on his right, Hunter on his left and as he looked at them he realized his hopes were pretty much shot. The two of them were wearing smiles of amusement and Dave didn't have to ask why. "Damn, Hunt, maybe we should roll around on top of him together more often if that's the response we're going to get." The teasing note in Shawn's voice had Dave sighing, his blush intensifying as he closed his eyes again. He would have shot off the bed right then if not for the firm grip that Shawn still had on his arm and the sudden weight of Hunter's arm across his abdomen. Dave was hedging his bets on his chances that the mattress would suddenly open and swallow him whole, when he was shocked by a warm set of lips covering his own. He whimpered as a warm tongue pushed insistently inside his mouth at the same time that someone's hands were tugging at the dress shirt tucked into his slacks. A gentle hand roaming across his bared midriff startled a squeak out of him that no one ever would have expected to hear from the "Animal". Another set of nimble fingers danced over his collarbone and down across his nipple, pulling another low groan from him that was muted by Shawn's mouth. Yes it was Shawn's, because Dave would never forget how sweet he tasted. As Shawn shifted his mouth to Dave's sensitive throat, Dave felt an unmistakable pressure against his hip. A few seconds later he felt the gentle stroke of a thigh brushing against the evidence of his own arousal. He froze, suddenly realizing exactly what he was in the middle of...that being Shawn and Hunter. This couldn't possibly be real...he was not in a bed with both Hunter and Shawn, yet it felt incredibly real...at least parts of it did. The sensations continued though feeling somewhat subdued compared to others. Two sets of lips burning across his skin, two hands with different ways of touching him, two different men that he...no, no, no. This had to stop before he lost his mind. He couldn't have both of them. They belonged with each other and the sooner he got them to see that...the better off they'd all be. "Sh...Shawn, what are you...Hunter, you have to...Oh god...stop." They might have actually listened to him if his voice hadn't been so laden with passion. About ten seconds and a thump against his chest later, Dave woke up, fully cognizant of his surroundings, as he always seemed to be upon waking. He was in bed, Shawn's warm body tangled intimately with his. Dave blushed immediately...for two different reasons. Part of it was guilt over the immense enjoyment he'd been having in his dream. The other part was embarrassment over the condition his body was currently in...a combination of said dream and having Shawn pressed up against him, he was pretty sure. And he was fully aware of the fact that Shawn was awake, which made his embarrassment even worse. He really hoped he hadn't been talking in his sleep, something he knew that he did on occasion while he was dreaming. If Shawn heard any of that particular dream he might just decide that Dave wasn't as sincere as he'd said he was. If that happened, Dave was going to seriously consider throwing himself under a truck. When Shawn looked up at him, Dave smiled at him. "Good morning, Sweetheart," he said, his blush increasing over the huskiness of his voice. Maybe he could blame it on the fact that he'd just woken up. **** "First I want you to kiss me..." Like he was going to argue with that? Right now, kissing Chris had to be number one on his top list of things he loved to do. The fact that Chris was ordering him to do so...was kind of erotic in that kinky dom/sub sort of way. Adam wasn't usually one for taking orders, he was much more likely to be giving them when it came to this arena. The fact that he was not only letting Chris order him around, but he was enjoying it as well spoke of the level of feelings he already had for the man. He wasn't nearly ready to confess to such feelings yet though. That would be getting way ahead of himself. He'd probably scare Chris half to death if he did. "I want to come with you inside me." Adam barely restrained the shudder that wanted to work its way through his long frame. He certainly had a list to work his way through now...didn't he? And he was going to enjoy every damn minute of it. Smirking at the beautiful man laying beneath him, he refrained from commenting on his bossy nature...at least for now. He dipped his head and ran his tongue slowly over Chris' bottom lip, which was still a bit swollen from their previous kissing. Lifting one hand from the mattress, he placed it along the side of Chris' neck, running his fingers slowly over the smooth skin as he gently pushed his tongue between his soon-to-be lover's lips. Starting out slowly enough that he could have counted Chris' teeth if that had been his aim, Adam set out to give Chris exactly what he'd asked for. After several moments of gentle exploration, Adam twined his tongue around Chris', his low moan muted by Chris' parted lips. Like flipping a switch, the kiss changed from gentle and slow to deep and hungry. Adam spent a few more minutes kissing Chris breathless before pulling away to find himself gasping for breath. Smiling broadly, he winked at Chris who seemed to be just a little bit out of it. Rolling to the side and off the bed, managing to land agilely on his feet, he stood still for a moment. His second 'task' would by far be the hardest as he'd never really stripped with the intention of seduction. Usually his partners' idea of foreplay was having him toss off his clothes with all haste...but if Chris wanted teasing, then Adam was going to give it to him. Laying his hands gently over his bare abdomen, he ran them slowly up his chest skimming over his nipples and up to his neck, tilting his head back as he bit his lip to stifle the moan of anticipation trying to slip from his throat. Hooking his fingers just below the collar on his shirt, he pulled the cotton slowly over his shoulders until it caught in the crook of his elbows. Dropping his hands towards the ground he let the material slide down his forearms and over his hands. Even as his shirt hit the ground his hands were moving again. Running them slowly over the front of his leather pants, he groaned as he brushed against the bulge contained within. Returning to the snap, he lifted his head once again and looked directly at Chris as he popped it open, his eyes burning with want. Lowering the zipper almost tooth by tooth he gasped over the release of pressure on his swollen shaft. Slipping his hands inside the pants, just over his hipbones, he slowly pushed the leather over his hips and smoothed it down his legs, not daring to look at Chris at that moment. Managing to kick the pants off and strip off his socks as well without falling on his ass was an adventure and he was feeling just a bit embarrassed. Sexy stripping was most definitely not his forte. Ignoring the fact that he was now probably pink from head to toe, he slid back onto the edge of the bed, crawling up it just as his 'king' had requested. Reaching Chris' waist, he paused and dropped a kiss just below his navel. Taking his time, he unbuckled Chris' belt and unfastened his pants, lowering the zipper the same way he had his own...slowly. Spreading the shiny silver material wide open, Adam smirked as he ducked his head. Stopping with his face just inches from Chris' swollen shaft, he finally addressed the blond beauty. "Austin's right. You are a bossy little thing. Lucky for you I happen to like you that way most of the time," he said quietly, his breath blowing over Chris' exposed cock. Bending down he slowly slid his tongue up the length of Chris' shaft. He spent a bit of time teasing his tongue up and down the smooth skin before moving on to circle around the crown. Listening to all those little noises that Chris was making just made him work all the harder to keep his teasing slow and easy. Finally wrapping his lips around the tip, he figured now would be a good time to speed things up just a bit...or maybe a lot. Dipping his head he swallowed half of Chris' thick shaft before pulling his lips slowly back up to the head. On his return trip down, he took the full length, burying his nose in the blond curls at the base, his chin brushing Chris' heavy sac. Now that that was accomplished he could go back to his slow teasing until his 'king' decided that he'd had enough. **** "Good morning, Sweetheart." Shawn couldn't quite find his voice to reply. Dave had been dreaming about... him. And Hunter. If nothing else, his immediate blush would've given away what his dream had been about... if Shawn hadn't heard him say both their names in that husky, low voice... He shivered, his own body reacting vehemently to the images that were filling his head, as well as the position that they were still in. He could still feel Dave's erection prodding insistently at his thigh, and he was sure that Dave could feel his, poking him in the hip. He didn't blush, but he could feel heat rising up in him nonetheless. Trying to shift, all he managed to do was rub against Dave, surprising a soft moan out of him. "Dave..." Twisting to stare at him with wide eyes, Shawn traced the line of his face with a finger that nearly didn't tremble. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Dave's, letting his instincts have full control. **** "You don't play fair, Scotty." In all honesty, he hadn't, but from the way Kevin reacted to the question he was damn glad he'd asked it. It must be something big if it upset Kevin this much just to think about it. He listened carefully as Kevin began his explanation, his own thoughts scattering here and there. The time Kevin was discussing had been an awful time...for both of them. Scott knew exactly how Kev had reacted. Not reacting well was an understatement. Kev had been livid. Despite the alcohol-induced haze he'd been living in, it had scared the hell out of him. And it had given him yet another excuse to get stinking drunk. Vince had fired him and Kev was mad about it. As long as he had another bottle...Vince didn't matter, he could have cared less about his job or lack of one, and Kev...if Kev was angry with him then that left him with pretty much no reason not to keep drinking. He knew that it wasn't going to help, but it could at least dull the pain of Kev's disappointment in him. It hadn't been until Kev actually left him that he realized exactly what he'd done to himself...what he'd done to Kevin. The fact that Kevin had actually left him hurt more than anything...so much so that he'd been holding a bottle of prescription painkillers to wash down with the nearby bottle of Jack that he'd dug up from god knows where when the cops showed up to haul him off. He had honestly felt that without Kevin by his side, life just wasn't worth living. His first few weeks in detox were complete hell. Once he was finally clean, he realized what he had almost done. While that scared the hell out of him, the thing that made him work through his problem and stick to it this time was hoping he'd have to the chance to apologize to Kevin for everything he'd done. He hadn't even dared to hope that they would end up back together, knowing that he had to have his own reasons to make it work because if they didn't work things out he'd be right back in the bottom of a bottle. Thankfully they had worked things out. It was something Scott had given thanks for every single day since it had happened. Kevin taking him back was the icing on the cake. Despite how worried Kevin sounded as he confessed what had happened with Hunter, Scott wasn't going to let him beat himself up over it. He wasn't going to get too angry with him over it either. It was in the past and though Kevin had made a huge mistake with their friend, it had happened at a very tumultuous time in his life. Now Scott would just have to help him fix it. The only reason he was really upset was because Kevin had let it drag on this long without fixing it. When Kevin finished speaking and squeezed him tighter, Scott sighed quietly. Running his hands gently over Kevin's shoulders in a comforting gesture, Scott smiled a little sadly at his lover. He knew that Kevin was worried about his reaction. It was obvious just from looking in his eyes. "Kev, I'm not going to tell you that you weren't in the wrong, because you know you were, but I can...I can understand with how things were then that you might have lashed out. Hunter was just the wrong target and it makes me sad that he caught the flack for the things that I did. We're going to have to fix it. You and me...both of us, together." Leaning up, he kissed Kev gently, just before he smacked him in the back of the head. "And that's because you haven't fixed it before now," he said with a nasty grin. "Now since we can't go banging on Hunter's door until later today...how about we get back to where we were heading before." Tangling his hand back in Kevin's hair, he looked Kevin in the eye and smiled at him. "Love ya, Kev." **** CJ honestly didn't realize what he had let himself in for with his erotic 'commands'. If he had been mostly hard already just from Adam's nearness, his cock felt like iron in the prison of his tight silver pants. Adam had kissed him till his brain had trickled out his ears. On and on the kisses had gone, dragging the breath out of him, turning his bones to jelly. And opening a deep yawning pit of need inside his heart and his body. He had never wanted to be fucked so badly in his whole life. Then, god, the striptease, that had seemed like such a fantastic idea, till the fantasy of Adam undressing for him became reality. To see each piece of clothing peeled away, every smooth plane of skin, revealed to his gaze like a priceless artifact at an auction. He'd seen Adam's expression though and regret momentarily quieted his ardour. Chris hadn't wanted him to do anything he didn't want. But they were only just starting to learn each other. Given time...if he was allowed the time...he'd make sure he knew everything Adam didn't like and memorise everything he did. Chris certainly didn't regret asking Adam to climb back onto the bed though. To have skin glide across skin was turning him on so completely, he wanted to drop his charade of relaxed command and flat out beg Adam to take him any way he wanted. When his swollen sex was released he gave a great long shuddering sigh. CJ had stayed quiet through force of will so far, but he was physically incapable of being silent during sex and wasn't even going to try. ...bossy little thing... "You have no idea..." he gasped as Adam began to torment him with tongue and lips. Because he normally wasn't. Not in here, not in bed. Much as he liked this new kind of kinky fun, CJ was normally so lost in the feel of his partner that he never planned ahead or gave directions or anything. It was far more often the other way around, him being obedient to his lover's will. And while he wouldn't say it was his preference per se, he sure as hell liked fucking....he just liked being fucked that little bit more. "Oh yes...that's good...so good Babe...oh Adam...yes…just....just there...oh god..," Chris was more aroused than he ever remembered being in his life. But it was almost too much. He wanted to look into Adam's eyes as he came, watch the man's face when they made love for the first time. "Stop please," he begged, all command gone from his tone, lost to the waves of heat flowing from his cock to his brain. Thank god Adam was still with it enough to obey even that pathetic order. With a clench of stomach muscles he sat up and raked his hands through the streaked hair that had flicked so teasingly at his skin. Smashing his lips almost clumsily against Adam's, he pulled him up to the head of the bed and settled the long, muscled body against the pillows. Breaking the kiss, Chris curled his hand around Adam's hard sex, testing its satin feel and size. Feeling an aching hunger blossom deep within his body, he moved to straddle Adam's lap. Then the remnants of his brain shot up one, devastating, thought. Chris looked into wicked green eyes and winced, his own cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Babe our gear?" CJ didn't recognise the lust-filled burr that his voice had become. "What should we...um..?" he was actually blushing. Chris hadn't though he was capable of that anymore, "...use?" He hoped Adam would get his meaning. **** The complete clarity that Dave had awoken with suddenly seemed to fog over just a bit. A quiet moan quickly followed by his name falling from Shawn's lips flamed the fire that had been smoldering within. The gentle touch of Shawn's finger had him close to trembling, the feeling of Shawn's mouth pressing against his stole what little restraint he'd had left. After waking up in the state that he was in with two arms full of an equally aroused Shawn, he could hardly be blamed for losing his head for a moment...or two...or three. Tangling his hand gently in the beautiful blond mane that had been set free last night, Dave parted his lips with a moan and deepened the kiss to a slow, steamy exploration. An involuntary shift of his hips forced his erection into contact with Shawn's firm thigh and Dave couldn't suppress the quiet whimper he released to Shawn's mouth. He was perilously close to forgetting every reason he'd had for not making love to Shawn, when a short vision from his earlier dream flashed through his head. 'No...not now,' he thought, even as he thanked goodness that the vision had appeared, reminding him of the other part of the equation. Gently pulling his mouth from Shawn's, Dave laid his forehead against Shawn's shoulder, his heavy breaths sounding loud in the silent room. "Shawn, I'm so sorry. I just...I can't..." He shook his head in exasperation, his forehead rubbing against the smooth skin of Shawn's collarbone. "Until you talk to him...until we know where we all stand...it just doesn't feel right." Raising his head as his fingers combed gently through Shawn's silky hair, Dave hoped that Shawn could see the sincerity in his eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, because I do. God, do I want to...but it wouldn't be fair to any of us, Sweetheart." If he had to walk away from Shawn now, it would hurt like all hell because he had a feeling he was already in too deep. If he and Shawn made love...walking away after that would have the same effect as ripping his heart from his chest. He wouldn't want to walk away, even if that ended up being the best thing for all of them. He just hoped that Shawn could understand where he was coming from. **** He hadn't wanted to stop. Immersed as he was in the way Chris tasted, the silky swollen shaft pressing against his tongue, and the beautiful sound of his voice crying out...Adam hadn't wanted to stop at all. If it had been an actual order, Adam may have ignored it just to see what his punishment for disobeying would have been, but he couldn't ignore Chris' plea. Reluctantly letting Chris' cock slip from his mouth, Adam sat up and waited to see if Chris would issue another command. He was surprised to find himself suddenly on his back against the pillows with Chris' heated mouth covering his own. When Chris broke the kiss, Adam considered pulling him back down for another. That thought lasted for all of about two seconds. The sensation of Chris' hand wrapping around his aching hard shaft drove every thought from his head. "Oh god...Chris," he moaned, his head tossing back against the pillows, his eyelids clenched shut, and his hands tangled in the blankets beneath him. Feeling Chris shift, Adam opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful man astride his waist. The shiny material of Chris' pants rubbing against his shaft damn near sent him into orbit. He clamped down firmly on his response. No way was he going to blow this chance by crossing the finish line prematurely. He wanted...no, needed Chris, maybe too much. Adam had been dreaming about being with the man for far too long and now that he had the chance to make it a reality he wasn't about to screw it up. "What should we...um...use?" Adam was stumped for a moment over the meaning of Chris' vague question. Use for...? The pretty pink tone of Chris' cheeks in addition to the husky tone of his voice held Adam pretty much spellbound. Making Chris blush was definitely going to be a priority from now on...damn beautiful when he did so. He was supposed to be answering a question...wasn't he? What should we use? Adam blushed a bit himself as he realized what Chris had been asking about. Oh for god's sake...how pathetic was he? The way he looked at it, he had three options. Option one was to suggest that one of them go and get their bags from the other room so they could use the baby oil he had stashed there. Not an option at all as far as he was concerned. That would involve one of them getting dressed since he wasn't about to let Chris walk the halls naked and he preferred not to do so himself. He may have slept with a lot of men, but he wasn't much of an exhibitionist in that sense. Option two involved going over to the closet and digging through his other bag for the necessary item. Problem with that option was that involved actually getting off the bed and being able to walk. That meant he'd lose those few precious moments of contact with Chris that he was storing up in his mind just in case Chris decided he was completely happy with a one-off. Option three was probably the simplest and the fastest, but it would reinforce the things that he'd told Chris earlier. How many guys carried packets, yes that was plural, of lube in their wallets? The fact that he'd stuck them in there because it had become a habit embarrassed him just a little bit. He chewed his lip for a moment as he thought it through. Chris had said he didn't care about Adam's past so there was a chance that he'd just be grateful that it was there. He'd never know for sure unless he took that risk. Lowering his eyes in a completely foreign gesture of shyness, he forced himself to speak. "Wallet, back pocket," he said quietly, gesturing towards the discarded leather on the floor. **** His hands sliding up to wrap around Dave's shoulders of their own volition, Shawn responded eagerly, pressing closer to the other man. The whimper that escaped Dave when Shawn's thigh brushed against his erection only further fanned the flames, his fingers tightening on Dave's back as he gave himself over to their kiss, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the day like this... He whimpered when Dave pulled away, his body aching. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, let alone provoked this kind of reaction from him. Worry flashed through him that Dave had changed his mind about him, about them, and his eyes closed as hurt pulsed through him at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time that showing his real self rather than HBK had driven someone away. His panting breaths mingled with the sound of Dave's harsh ones as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat. The fact that he was hard as a rock wasn't helping his efforts, though. "...until we know where we all stand...it just doesn't feel right." Shawn blinked at Dave, taken aback by his words even as he felt relieved. He understood what Dave was saying, but wondered if the big man realised what exactly he'd just said. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he remembered the conversation in the limo the night before... and remembered the expression on Dave's face when he was telling Shawn how Hunter felt. With that, other memories started coming back to him, memories of Dave watching Hunter... in the ring, backstage, in the locker room... He bit his lip as he stared at the top of Dave's head. How in the hell had he missed that? A rueful smile slid over his lips for an instant---the same way that he'd missed Dave's feelings for him, that's how. "God, do I want to...but it wouldn't be fair to any of us, Sweetheart." There it was again. Shawn suddenly wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. How screwed up was this? He loved Hunter and suspected he could develop feelings for Dave; Dave had feelings for both of them; and Hunter was being a complete bastard to both of them. The feeling of Dave's fingers running through his hair helped him calm down a little; he had to bite back a purr at the sensation, and he smiled at Dave, trying very hard not to shift at all, since no matter how he moved at the moment, something overly sensitive would brush against something else. "I want to, too, Dave," he said softly. "But... I understand your position. And I'm sorry to have put you in it." He sighed, facing the inevitable. "I have to talk to Hunter. And then... I guess we'll see." He blinked as some of his thoughts from the night before started to come back to him... Hunter had been lying to him about something... He shook his head slightly. His mind was still fogged with both sleep and lust, and he just couldn't make sense of it right now. Pulling his hands back, he cocked his head at Dave. "And I have to get up. Want to give me a hand up?" **** to be continued...

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