"ITVR: Chapter 17"
Demands.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Chris was still humming, slightly out of tune he'd admit, when Adam rolled off the bed. As if attached by a string, his head turned on the pillow, eyes locked to the tall man's sleek, tight backside. CJ couldn't get over how comparable they were in size. Adam may be quite a bit taller, most guys were, but Chris had more muscle so they were pretty well matched. He'd never realized he'd had a thing for huge, bulky guys until he'd fallen hard for Adam, 'built' sure...they all were...but not some giant Neanderthal with the brains of retarded budgies. Listening to the run of water, CJ continued to swim in a nice golden haze and followed his thought train into a station. "Does that mean I deliberately dated guys who I could outsmart in a second, but who could toss me round like a doll?" It was an almost disturbing self-revelation, but Chris let it drift away like all his unpleasant thoughts at moments like this. The soft swipe of the damp towel across his stomach brought Chris a little more down to earth and he once more fixed his eyes on his new lover. His soft "Hey," of welcome was lost in the knock on the door. While Adam grabbed their food, thankfully wearing a towel CJ noted, Chris pulled the bed apart and wrapped his lower half in the crisp white, sheet. He'd been told once he looked good splayed out on white sheets and if he was gonna keep Adam's interest he better use every trick in the book. Seeing Adam's grin, Chris indicated the bed in front of his crossed legs. "You're right, we should have got eggs, but I'm up for the cheesecake." He grinned naughtily at the pun. What followed was a lovely breakfast of cheesecake, wine and small pieces of steak, fed to each other on forks. Chris kept threatening to used his fingers and finally did offer Adam some cream from his fingertips. As the scarily talented tongue licked his fingers like a lollipop, CJ was fairly sure things were gonna go hard-core pretty soon, so he decided to drag out the fun, by jumping from the bed in a sugar-induced high. "Gonna shower," he said over his shoulder on the way to the bathroom. "You better be following me." 'Little Napoleon' indeed. **** Scott raised a brow at the flinch from Kevin. Well now... he honestly hadn't been thinking about Kev's 'condition' when he'd touched him, but once he'd noticed the reaction that Kev gave, he decided that maybe breakfast in the restaurant was a very good idea. Not that he wanted Kev to be embarrassed, but a little good-natured teasing would do the man some good. As much as he'd love to drag Kev back to their room and take advantage of Kevin's "tender" state, neither of them were getting any younger and if he were honest, Scott knew that there was no way he was up for another round... yet. Scott smirked thinking of all the nice ways he could even the score for Kev's "property of" joke and decided that all was fair in love and war... and at the moment this was both in a way. Plus it would sort of be like foreplay... for when he was ready to jump on Kev again. He'd also noticed Benoit's reaction to his comment. Poor uptight Benoit. Since Scott was in such a good mood, maybe he'd have to see if he could get the poor guy to loosen up a bit and if not... then he and Eddie could have a blast in the process. Eddie... now he and Scott hadn't been close previously, except when they'd both been drinking... then they'd been the best of friends as all drunk people consider themselves to be. Since they were both clean now, maybe they could be friends while off the sauce as well. Scott seemed to remember that Eddie could be a really funny guy when he wanted to be... drunk or sober. Scott noticed how quiet Kev was. While Scott and Eddie kept up a steady stream of chatter, Kev and Benoit were chatting intermittently. At least Benoit wasn't a complete stick in the mud. Scott also noticed Kev's reaction when he sat down. Whoops. Poor, poor Kev. Scott could barely suppress a snicker. This was going to be so much fun. When the waitress approached and asked for their orders, Scott sat back until Kev had ordered an omelet with sausage and cheese, toast, hash browns, and orange juice. Barely managing to restrain himself to a friendly smile, Scott looked up at the waitress, his eyes shining with suppressed laughter. "Oh and can you make sure he has plenty of ice for his... glass," Scott said rather loudly, somehow managing to almost omit the first two letters of the final word. "He's a bit sore," he said pausing for the briefest moment. "His throat, I mean," he finished almost innocently. The waitress smirked at him, obviously having caught onto his hints. "Sure thing, sugar. Extra ice for Big Sexy. I hope it helps with his... discomfort," she said with a wink as she collected the menus and turned to walk away. Ignoring Kev's reaction as well as Chris' and Eddie's, Scott turned to Eddie with a conspiratorial smile. Benoit was probably going to have a fit, but Scott was in too good of a mood to worry about it. "So tell me the truth, chico. Pretty cool being champs at the same time right? Only one thing though... it had to make that time-honored celebratory tradition a little rough. Deciding whose belt went where I mean." Scott fiddled with his fork for a moment, letting that set in before he looked up and smiled. "Kev always insisted on putting his on the nightstand except when we had the tag titles, then we put them on the dresser together." **** Adam was in heaven; at least that's what he figured upon spying Chris all tucked up in the white sheets. Although... angels didn't tend to enjoy much "cheesecake" that he'd ever heard of and he doubted one could pull off the wicked grin Chris was sporting. Adam somehow managed not to blush over the inference and settled in to enjoy their breakfast in bed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done something like this... oh wait, yes he could. No one would ever guess that Mark was a closet romantic or at least he had been back then. He had fond memories of his time spent with Mark during their "Ministry" days, even though it hadn't been much beyond each of them scratching an itch. At 26, he hadn't been near ready to settle down into anything serious and Mark hadn't been interested in commitment either. Mark had confided that he was still trying to get over the bad end of a good relationship. Even though he'd never specified whom that relationship had been with, Adam had his own ideas on who it might have been. That's when Adam remembered that Mark had also been his last in another area. Maybe he should mention to Chris that it had been awhile since he been in that position, so to speak. Adam had been surprised to find out that Terry wasn't at all interested in an "equal" relationship. No wonder he'd ended up with someone like Brock. And when Adam had gone on his bender, he'd tended to avoid any guy that might be looking to rough up a "pretty boy wrestler". He'd stuck to guys he knew he wouldn't have to fight for dominance and he couldn't remember a single one of the guys he'd picked up asking to switch things up. With Chris... he was willing, no not willing... actually looking forward to the experience. Then again, he'd be eager to do almost anything to please Chris. He shook himself internally from his odd mental wanderings and focused on the man in front of him. As they fed each other tidbits from a fork, Chris kept teasing about feeding him with his fingers. When he finally offered up a bit of cream on his fingers, Adam jumped on the chance to tease him. He used every tongue trick he could think of to lap the sticky treat off Chris' warm sensitive skin being sure to keep his eyes locked on Chris' face for his reactions. "You better be following me." Adam smiled over the blond's bouncy exit from the bed and the reappearance of his commanding disposition. Shaking his head, he trailed slowly behind Chris into the bathroom, reaching the door as Chris was turning on the water. He waited until Chris was in the shower, then followed him, positioning himself so that Chris was closest to the shower head. "Well... we've figured out how good I am at following commands, so I think for at least a little while we should find out how good you are at it," Adam said with a smile even as he put his hands on Chris' waist and turned him so they were face to face. "Back up, sweetheart," he said, not really giving Chris a choice as he backed him under the water to wet his hair. He reached for the vanilla-scented shampoo he'd used just after he had checked in earlier, squirting some in his hand so he could use it to wash Chris' hair. As he ran his fingers through the golden locks working up a lather, he covered Chris' mouth with his own, taking his time to explore while his fingers massaged Chris' scalp. He took his time rinsing out the shampoo, smiling at Chris all the while before following a similar procedure for the conditioner. Once that was rinsed out as well, Adam grabbed a similarly scented bottle of body wash and set about washing Chris from head to toe, inserting a simple command where necessary to gain his lover's compliance. Starting out with the broad span of Chris' back, he stroked the cloth slowly over the smooth skin tracing each ridge of muscle and the peaks and valleys of his spine. He made sure to trace the roundness of each side of Chris' muscular ass, using both the cloth and his bare hands, relishing the feeling of the bubbles over flawless skin. After spending a bit of time washing the back of each well-muscled thigh he worked his way down to Chris' calves, kneeling in the shower in front of Chris so that he could reach properly. He pressed gentle open-mouthed kisses over the swell of Chris' hip on each side as he worked his way to the front of his legs. As he reached the thigh area, he moved to tease Chris' navel with his tongue. By-passing the groin area for the moment, Adam stood again, licking and nipping the curve of Chris' neck as he washed his arms and chest, lingering over his nipples before moving on to the rippling muscles of his abdomen. As he finally moved the cloth over the silky skin of Chris' hips, he raised his head and smiled somewhat shyly. "If I remember correctly, you said something about returning the favor after a shower." Adam moved the soapy cloth lower, sliding it slowly between Chris' thighs before moving back up to brush the underside of his balls. "I'm all for it, but it's been a really long time since I've...." He trailed off, knowing that a smart guy like Chris would be able to figure out the implication. He also knew that he was most likely a little red and not from the temperature of the water. "So my last command for you is... be gentle." He ducked and kissed the end of Chris' nose just as he raised his hand, moving the soap covered cloth slowly over Chris' cock. **** He held his breath as the door was almost torn from it's hinges by the enraged man. Hunter watched Shawn storm into his hotel room, all on fire. He'd recognised the anger through the door, but the beautiful Texan was almost vibrating with rage. Being the focus of all that passion was intimidating to say the least. Oh Jeez. Dave. Just standing the door way, looking smooth and cool, but a hint of worry on his handsome features. Hunter had learned the other man's expressions over the last few months of them working together and had flattered himself he had the bigger man worked out. Was Dave worried he'd hurt Shawn? Surely if he'd had the power to do that, it had happened last night. Last night? Wait... what? Dave was here at 7 am? That meant... oh. Hunt really hadn't thought it would hurt. He'd wanted this after all, done his damnedest last night to make it happen, so he should be pleased. And he was. He WAS. Just also insanely jealous... of both of them. Jealous of Dave for winning what he'd so hopelessly longed for and jealous of Shawn for being able to reach Dave when Hunter never could. At Shawn's harsh question he crossed his arms across his chest and pushed out his chin in a pugnacious expression he just knew Shawn hated. He had to keep the other man off balance, had to fire the hate his heart mourned to see burning in those lovely eyes. Had to stop Shawn from wrecking his own life too. "What truth would that be exactly Shawn?" he said as if it didn't matter a damn that he'd lied to the one person who would have forgiven him anything. **** His eyes locked on Hunter's face, Shawn caught the brief shift of his eyes and turned slightly to see Dave standing next to the door. Narrowing his eyes at the expression Hunter tried to hide, he felt almost triumphant... but something inside him screamed at him. That flash of pain had been quickly hidden but not quickly enough. Not to mention... jealousy? A darkly amused smile curved his lips as he tilted his head, glaring right back at Hunt. If the other man thought that something had happened between him and Dave last night... well, he was right. It just hadn't been what Hunter so obviously thought it was. Knowing that he was jealous just fired his anger more; the fact that he felt like he had some kind of right to be jealous, after pushing Shawn away with the dirtiest method he knew... And there was a familiar expression. That damned obstinate stance, right down to sticking his chin out. God, he hated that expression... and Hunter knew it. Go on, Hunt, push those buttons harder... His fingers itched with the need to hit, and he crossed his arms over his chest to keep from punching his best friend, forcing it back for the moment. If he hit him now, he wouldn't get his answers, after all. "How about why exactly you fucking lied to me last night?" His voice was icy calm and amazingly steady. Even as he spoke, he could feel his pain returning, trying to push forward through his rage. His anger overtook it, though, building in waves. He was almost shaking with the force of it... if he weren't so upset, he'd be frightened by its strength. As it was, he welcomed it, drawing on it to keep him going. **** Dave hadn't missed the flash of pain or the lingering jealousy in those hazel eyes. He fought the urge to smirk at Hunter. Right, Hunter. You aren't in love with Shawn, grass isn't green, and the sky isn't blue. He knew exactly what Hunter was assuming and Dave could understand how he might. He had shown up at an early hour, with Shawn, in last night's clothes... the only thing was Hunter was adding two and two and coming up with five in this case. What he was assuming... hadn't happened and Dave was going to be sure to point that out to him. He wasn't going to let Hunter use it as an excuse to keep his own feelings hidden, not when so many things hinged on him admitting the truth... Shawn's happiness being the most important. And there went Hunter trying to bury his reaction behind his mask. That belligerent stance would have had most people turning and heading for the door, but not Shawn. Instead Shawn adopted a pretty similar stance of his own. Oh it might look carefree, until you noticed the way he was almost shaking where he stood. Shawn was way beyond pissed and Dave didn't blame him in the least... though Dave did consider moving closer to the two, just in case... For some reason, his mind chose that particular moment to take in the fact that Hunter wasn't wearing a shirt. His eyes lingered for a moment over the bronze skin before he managed to curb his instinctive reaction to look. He'd been doing it for so long now that it was almost second nature... the difference being that he was usually more careful about when he dropped his guard and took that notice. He should not be staring at Hunter that way. Regardless of whether his previous assumptions had been wrong or not, it did not mean he was free to show interest in the man... especially since he was supposed to be interested in Shawn, not Hunter. He tried to give himself an out by reminding himself that looking wasn't a crime... but he knew it was so much more complicated than that. **** Kevin hadn't realised how hungry he was until he looked at the menu. Apparently a night of wild sex did wonders for the appetite, he thought with a little smile. The little bit of conversation between him and Benoit died down as they decided what to eat, but the chatter between their lovers more than made up for it. Kev kept half an ear on the conversation, happy to see Scott reaching out to other people. Scotty had always been a people person, but his battles with his demons had almost trained him out of even trying. Once the waitress arrived, he gave his order---with an appreciative once-over, since she was a cute brunette---and turned his head to ask Benoit about his training regimen while traveling. "He's a bit sore." His head whipped around to stare at his lover, his eyes a little wide. Surely he hadn't just heard Scott say what he thought he'd said... had he? Noting the devilish glint in those dark eyes, Kevin was afraid he had. "Extra ice for Big Sexy. I hope it helps with his... discomfort." Oh no... no, no, no. Scott had not just casually joked about... He squirmed a little as he fought to keep from flushing. Bad enough that Scott had said something like that in front of people they knew, who were familiar with the stories about them... but in front of a waitress? He was actually a little taken aback by the amount of dismay he felt; he and Scott had joked about their sex life in front of others ever since they'd hooked up. Hell, they'd made up more outrageous stories than anything they'd actually done! Why was it bothering him now? Shifting uncomfortably in the thinly-padded chair, staring at the upside-down coffee cup in front of him, he finally figured it out. Glancing at Scott, who was smiling while he talked to Eddie, Kev took a deep breath. Just because it had been the first time in literally years that he'd given up control like that didn't mean that it was an earth-shattering event. They'd done it before, after all. And Scott wasn't belittling him at all. He wouldn't do something like that. He was just getting him back for that "property of" joke earlier, Kev knew, and after a minute managed to push away the vague hurt trying to settle in. Scott wasn't joking about what they'd done, after all. He was just needling Kev to get a reaction... something they did to each other all the time. He'd just relaxed enough to raise his eyes again when he heard what Scott and Eddie were talking about. "Deciding whose belt went where I mean." The innocent expression did not suit his lover at all, Kevin thought with a grin. He had some very fond memories of deciding exactly where each of their belts went the first time they'd won the tag championship... and every time afterward. The wide grin on Eddie's face told him that the Latino knew exactly what Scotty was saying... and that the two across the table had indeed had a time deciding that very thing. Casting a sideways look at Benoit, he wasn't entirely surprised to find the man staring resolutely at his napkin, a pink tinge slowly creeping up his neck. He was kinda cute that way... maybe that was why Eddie always gave him such a hard time backstage. If Scotty blushed so cutely, he'd be trying to provoke that reaction all the time, too. "Kev always insisted on putting his on the nightstand except when we had the tag titles, then we put them on the dresser together." He couldn't quite bite back the snicker at that one. The statement was entirely factually true... but the underlying meanings were damned different from what it sounded like. Leaning back in his chair and stretching, slowly enough to look deliberate but really to minimize any additional aches, he grinned broadly at the other three. "Yep. Had a helluva time fitting mine up there sometimes, too, but then my belt always was bigger." Settling back down into his chair, hiding the wince, he dropped a hand on Scotty's shoulder, smirking. "When we both had belts, it was always a juggling act, y'know? Trying to get them to fit together... the dresser had more space but it was still cramped for two of 'em. But at least that way we got to look at them in the mirror." Not minding in the slightest that he'd just made Benoit stare at him, he turned his head as a movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Seeing the waitress approaching, he moved a little to allow her more room as she started setting dishes down in front of them. He was just digging into his omelet when she paused just long enough to catch his eye. Wondering why Scott was grinning so broadly, he looked up again... as she set an extra glass, full of ice, in front of him. "Don't want you to be too... uncomfortable, sugar," she purred, winking at him before walking away. Damn. He hadn't blushed in years. Resolutely looking only at his plate, he ignored his lover's laughter and ate, plotting his revenge. **** "Oh and can you make sure he has plenty of ice for his...glass." Reaching for his water glass after placing his order, Eddie had to bite back a laugh at Scott's words. Casting a look over at the big blond, his eyebrows raised momentarily at the almost embarrassed expression on Kev's face. Well, well, well. Looks like things were a little different between the two of them now, huh? Not quite able to keep the smirk off his face, Eddie sipped his water, watching with interest as Kevin refused to look at anyone for the next few minutes, instead appearing to be deep in thought. Wonder if Scott had expected that reaction? He'd be willing to bet not... wonder if Kevin had expected it? Eddie had more experience than most people knew, and he recognised the signs the other two were giving off. For some reason, Kevin seemed to be uncomfortable with the discussion... of course, for someone normally as controlling as Kevin was, Eddie supposed that having his lover just indirectly tell people that he'd given up that control recently could be disconcerting. Glancing over at his own lover, Eddie wondered if he'd ever be able to persuade Chris to try that sort of game. It wasn't something he really wanted to do all the time, but the thought of being able to drive Chris past all that precious, tightly-held control was... enticing. Under cover of the table, he slid his hand onto Benoit's knee, interlacing their fingers. When Chris cast a somewhat startled look at him, he just smiled at him. Chris listened without talking to the chatter between his lover and Hall. He felt a little uncomfortable sitting with the two Outsiders, since he and Bret were still good friends and Bret couldn't stand any of the Clique, but realised that he couldn't let that opinion influence him. After all, he had to work with these guys. When Scott told the waitress to bring extra ice, his eyes widened as he stared at the other two for a minute before recovering himself and looking down again. Had Hall just said what it seemed... ? Looking at Nash, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, it seemed that he hadn't misunderstood. The thought of Kevin Nash submitting to anyone... the thought sent an unexpected sliver of lust down his spine. Blinking, he quickly looked at his glass. To say that that had been an unexpected reaction would be putting it mildly. He'd never been attracted to either of the Outsiders, although he could see why others would be. Surely it wasn't the thought of submission that had caused it? "...it had to make that time honored celebratory tradition a little rough." Eddie did laugh that time, knowing exactly what Scotty was really talking about. Seeing Chris flush, he couldn't keep the grin off his face. "Yeah, ese, we did have to sort out some confusion about whose title went on top... and they didn't want to fit real well. But we got it done." He was definitely enjoying this conversation. Obviously his and Scott's senses of humour were still compatible even without alcohol between them. Chris hated it when he blushed; the fact that he'd just done so because of a teasing comment from Scott Hall, of all people, didn't really help... nor did his lover's laugh. Seeing Kevin looking at him wasn't helping him stop the damned blush, either. "But at least that way we got to look at them in the mirror." He couldn't help it. He stared at the big man, shocked by the images suddenly turning in his head. The whole dialogue had been thinly disguised at best, but this... Shaking his head a little as the waitress brought his order, he tried to push the thoughts away. And Eddie had said he was kinky? Happening to glance up as he took the first bite of his breakfast, Eddie caught the exchange between Kevin and the waitress... and almost stared as he watched Kevin Nash blush. What he wouldn't give for a camera! That probably hadn't happened in years... certainly never before that he could remember. "Hey, Kevin... if your throat's that sore, I know a great home remedy," Eddie said with an almost straight face. "Nice and warm, and it easy to fix. Just takes the right touch." Pausing, he took a drink of his juice before continuing with a smirk at Scott. "Sort of a... home brew, but it works every time." He could see Chris biting his lip next to him as he speared a sausage with rather more force than he strictly needed, and knew that his lover was perilously close to laughing. Clapping him on the back, Eddie grinned at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just ask Chris. I fix it for him any time he gets a little hoarse... works wonders to soothe the throat. Tastes good, too, even if he says it could use less salt sometimes." Watching his lover's flush increase, Eddie stopped, knowing that he'd be paying for the teasing at some point, but couldn't quite keep the smile off his face as he ate. **** Hunt narrowed his eyes at Shawn's question. So is this what Shawn was so burningly angry about? Had he worked out Hunter had been lying through his teeth about 'not feeling the same'? The last thing Hunter would ever call Shawn was stupid... so if the blond was calling his bluff, he'd just have to bluff harder. God... it just wasn't supposed to be this difficult. Hunt had paid the price to get what he wanted and now his own damn feelings had caused him to wreck the best friendship he'd ever have in his life. Why couldn't Shawn just accept what Hunter said and move on? He had a fucking chance with Dave, for crying out loud. Why risk messing that up to go digging into Hunter's motivations? Hunter almost sighed in frustration, the answer was obvious. Because he was Shawn. Without realizing what he was doing, Hunter rubbed his hand across his forehead to sooth the ache there. Dammit to hell. His head was pounding twice as hard now that Shawn had brought a mountain of tension and aggression into the room. To be honest, he just wasn't in the fucking mood to deal with this right now. Shawn may want to explode all over him and dig into his heart, but Hunter wasn't gonna give him anything. Not a damn thing. Guy should go back to humping his new boyfriend and leave Hunter in peace. Shawn may want to know why he'd lied, but just like what Hunter wanted, he wasn't gonna get it. "Did I lie Shawn? About what? About how we're best friends? About you and Dave being good together? I think it's obvious I told the damn truth there." He gestured at Dave savagely. "So I didn't fucking lie about anything I said right? Why don't you go play with him and leave me the fuck alone?" Spinning away he turned towards the balcony window, so he wouldn't have to watch them leave. **** Oh that was nice. So nice Chris was sure he would be poking a hole through Adam's hip if the guy kept up with the shampooing thing. So he had a hair kink...so what? It was pretty freakin' obvious from his own less than dull style that CJ liked having good hair and he more than liked people touching it. A lot. In fact if Adam went on much more with the conditioner he would just.... "Oooohhh." It wasn't particularly intelligent, but then, finding suitable words while you receive an all over body wash from the man of your dreams, tended to tangle even Chris' flexible tongue. Follow orders? Of course Chris could follow orders... that was the whole point of giving them. If he'd needed a doormat he cold have stayed with Bill, for God's sake. Part of his instinctive attraction to Adam hadn't just been his looks... okay that was a big part, the guy was stunning, but it had been more than that, with all cliché implied. Adam had mattered to CJ right from the moment they met. Jay's hopelessly introducing two people at the first WWE promotion Chris had attended. Chris first reaction had been... wow he's hot... followed by... he's with Jay... a thought so scary with his current knowledge. But he hadn't been with Jay, thank god, he just hadn't liked Chris in that way. Still, it hadn't stopped Chris from putting Adam on some unattainable pedestal. He was funny and smart and gave shit twice as good as he got it. He also never seemed to take Chris too seriously, which was something the blond had loved. What? Be gentle? Oh Jesus. A long time? How long? Like a couple of months or a couple of years? Not that CJ had a problem being gentle with his lovers. He liked gentle almost as much as he like 'hard and fast baby'. But this was Adam, and Chris didn't want to mess up. Thanking every god he knew that he was as much of a slut as Adam seemed to think he was Chris leaned into the wet, soapy fingers coating his cock. "Yes Boss," he answered the soft plea. God, Adam so was cute when he was shy. Chris would bet you a hundred that no-one, no-one but a close lover of Adam would ever see him this vulnerable. It was a hell of an honour and brought all CJ's protective instincts to the fore. Now this wasn't about keeping Adam's interest with his own charms, this was about treating Adam so good, he'd never leave. Never? That could be a wonderfully frightening thought. But Chris was a big one for going where his feelings led him. Catching the body wash from Adam's hand, Chris smiled into his lovers green eyes. It wasn't any of his smart-ass, cutesy or fuck-me smiles, it was just Chris feeling happy and so flattered that Adam would give him this. "Turn around please," he deliberately added the plea to show that as far as he was concerned Adam was doing CJ the favour here. Looking at the strong muscles and smooth tanned skin, Chris placed gentle kisses across Adam's shoulders before dropping to his knees. Also kissing each tight buttock, he slowly rubbed the soap into the round muscle before gently parting the flesh. Kissing the base of Adam's spine, to give him an indication of what was next, Chris leaned in and licked Adam from the back of his balls to his tailbone. Sooo sweet. Even with the tang of soap mixed in. Leaning back in with his tongue, he caressed Adam's soft wet skin, before returning to the small hole that was his ultimate prize. With fingers and tongue he set about stretching and preparing his lover, with one thought that rose above all others. Gentle. **** to be continued... |