"ITVR: Chapter 23"
Suggestions.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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Chris was going to gnaw his own arm off if Adam didn't get on with it pretty soon. He was desperate to feel Adam touching him anywhere, anywhere at all. In about a minute CJ would be offering everything he owned, including his car if he had to, in a bribe if Adam would just fuck him already! The future owner of his car stopped being all that important about thirty seconds later, when Adam nudged his thighs apart and licked him. Chris bit his lip at the quick swipe of Adam's tongue across his sensitized flesh. Oh god, oh god that was what he wanted. "More," he moaned. The warm, wet contact a prelude to what he hoped would be something even hotter and far more lewd. He looked up at the plain wooden headboard, his knuckles white with the strain of staying still. Adam obviously liked controlling his sexual encounters as much as CJ liked being controlled in them. That was gonna be a huge plus in the Chris and Adam equation. Not every time of course, that would be kinda weird and a bit sad. But being submissive when your lover was all over you couldn't help but make a man feel adored. Chris got off on being loved and offering worship in return. Who wouldn't? He was still recovering from the lovely shock of Adam's probing tongue, when he received an even better shock as Adam's hard cock pushed inside him. CJ was shuddering and gasping and Adam's hand on his dick was also really nice, and the way the other man was tucked up snugly against his back, nuzzling at his neck and shoulders with low, wonderfully dirty words. The pressure and fullness of Adam's constantly moving cock was filling the terrible ache that existed within CJ's body. Sweat broke out across his back and hips, the sparks of pleasure flowing from the sweet spot in his channel, up his spine to explode in rainbow lights behind his eyes. When he was nudged forward, Chris complied eagerly, transferring the pressure from his arms to his knees. Almost sitting in his lover's lap, he felt Adam's sex push deeper inside him, the fingers on his cock tightening at their mutual groan of bliss in the change of position. A fantastic, hard thrust nearly pushed him face first into the headboard. The muscles in Chris' arms bulging with effort as he rocked back onto the fleshy invader. He wasn't going to try and control his reactions, which seemed to be that every bone in his body was going to dissolve and his head was going to explode and he was going to make a whole lot of embarrassing loud begging in a moment. Chris made a low almost sobbing moan as Adam did it again, and again, and CJ found himself panting, "Come on, harder, for Christ's sake," shamelessly, and scrabbling against the headboard, trying to brace himself better. "Just, fuck me already Babe, please, oh, god," because apparently that was exactly the kind of encouragement Adam needed and now he was getting pounded and it was fantastic. Arching his spine so his butt pushed back even tighter into the curve of Adam's hips. After one beautiful teeth-clenching thrust, Chris deliberately tightened his muscles around Adam's cock, holding him momentarily in place. That one exquisite moment, the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the room, the scent of fresh sweat and the musk of sex, was enough to send Chris into orbit. "Oh yeah, finish me Babe please... please... I have to… I'm there… I'm there..." The words tumbled from CJ's lips as Adam once again grazed his prostate, the grip on his cock drawing his orgasm straight out of him in rapid brilliant bursts. **** "Just, fuck me already Babe, please..." Not sure he could hold out much longer himself with the way Chris' muscles were wrapped so tight around him, Adam finally gave in. By the time Chris got out the word 'already', Adam had withdrawn fully. By the time the beautiful blond got to the word 'please', he was thrusting back inside with a vengeance. No longer able to control his actions he plunged wildly into the warm receptive passage wrapped around his throbbing length. As Chris' spine arced into a beautiful crescent, Adam felt himself slipping closer to the precipice. The thunderous sound of flesh hitting flesh, Chris' smooth curves smacking against his hipbones, echoed loudly in the room. The scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air surrounding them. Satin skin under his fingertips and the silky heat surrounding his hard length sent bolts of pleasure through his nerve endings. His tongue danced across the sheen-covered skin before him, the salty sweet taste of Chris flooding his taste buds. And the lovely breathy cries in that deep sexy voice had him quivering with the need to explode. Yet he forced himself to wait, his hand moving faster over the pulsing length of Chris' shaft, his hips snapping in erratic forceful thrusts. When Chris' muscles clamped down tight on his cock, he gasped loudly, the sound muted by the words falling from Chris' mouth. "Oh yeah, finish me Babe please...please...I have to..I'm there..I'm there...." Adam slammed deep and hard, directly into Chris' prostate and felt the explosion over his hand almost simultaneously. The resulting spasms of the tight muscles clenching around his cock broke the thin hold he had on his own release. With one more deep thrust, his hand clenching tightly on Chris' hip, he tumbled headfirst into his own frenzied orgasm. "Chris... oh god... so good... so..." he shouted, ending with an unintelligible growl. He collapsed backwards onto his ass, the hand on Chris' hip and groin pulling Chris back with him into his lap, their bodies still connected. He dropped his head against the base of Chris' neck, his lips trailing over the sweat-slicked spine in feathery kisses as he wrapped his arms tightly around Chris' waist. His lips formed three little words against Chris' bronzed skin... words that he didn't have the courage to give voice to yet. Love you, Chris. **** Hearing Shawn's quiet admittance of being in the same place for the same reason made him feel a little bit better about his secret forays into the upper decks. He and Shawn had been in pretty much the same boat even if Shawn's feelings for Hunter had spanned a decade. They were rather alike... that was a scary thought. Dave would like to think it wouldn't have taken him ten years to spill his own guts, but it might have been a possibility. Poor Shawn. Dave couldn't imagine how it must have felt to hold his feelings in for that long. At least they were out now. He smiled as he waited for Hunter's reaction to everything he'd just said. He hadn't quite expected the laughter, at least not to such a degree. Maybe he'd pushed Hunter right over the edge. The man had a hangover to start with, then a fight, and then all these emotional issues came up... men had cracked over less. "I’m amazed we manage to dress ourselves in the morning, given our ability to be complete idiots." Dave had to agree with him. They'd all missed signs that the other two were interested. Obviously communication wasn't their strong suit. That would have to change if they even considered going ahead with this idea of Shawn's. As Hunter went into his explanation about Stephanie, Dave could see where Hunter might not give his wife a second thought. How weird was it to think that? Given the situation between them though, Dave could see where it might not be in the front of Hunter's mind to say that his relationship with his wife was basically platonic. That had to suck. He wondered briefly if Hunter had been involved with anyone else since his marriage, but figured if Hunter wanted them to know he would tell them. If he hadn't... damn, that was a long dry spell. Prying his thoughts away from Hunter's extra-marital activities or lack thereof, Dave listened to the rest of his explanation and felt himself blushing over the compliments Hunter was paying him. He wasn't sure that he was all the things that Hunter said he was, but it was nice to hear them. And it was obvious now that the interest between them all was mutual... but would this thing actually work? He was torn over Hunter's confession of being a pain in the ass the last three months. While it made him happy that Hunter had complained about his lack of interest, Dave knew that it had had to be hard for Shawn to listen to it. Dave decided in that moment that they really needed to talk about this more before he was willing to commit to it. He was completely interested in having his dreams handed to him on a silver platter like this, but there were so many issues that they would need to talk about before he would be convinced that it might work. Contemplating how to answer Hunter's request to consider Shawn's suggestion, Dave finally noticed the view of the busy city streets. It was getting late in the morning and he knew that at least he and Hunter had a flight to catch to Uniondale. Ric had told him about the chartered flight last night just before the start of the show. He hadn't mentioned who else might be on that same flight, but it would make sense for it to involve the other Clique members. Dave couldn't imagine Ric chartering a plane just for the three of them, though he supposed Ric had done stranger things. If that was the case, then Dave would just tell Ric that Shawn was joining them. He didn't want to be away from either of these two for long until they had a chance to talk this all out. They did have time for breakfast though and at Hunter's suggestion, Dave's stomach rumbled quietly in anticipation. Turning to look at the other two, he smiled wryly. "Good thing for me all I had to do was put on my shirt this morning or I might have missed all this," he said, laughing for a moment. "I honestly had no clue that you were remotely interested in me Hunter or I wouldn't have turned down your invitations. I'm not sure if I like the fact that I make you nervous... I'll get back to you on that." Dave grinned as he stuck his hands in his pocket to hide his own nervousness over this situation. "I like the idea of the three of us together, but I think we need to do some heavy-duty talking before we jump into this. Before we can do that though, I think we'd all better get moving and go have that breakfast you mentioned... we've got a plane to catch." Turning to Shawn, Dave winked. "I think Shawn should put on some shoes first or we'll never find a place to eat and I really need to change my clothes. Why don't you and Hunter go get your stuff together while I change and then I'll meet you two in your room. If that works for you both?" He didn't honestly want to be separated from the two of them, even for such a short time, but they all needed to get their things packed and ready to go. It made sense to split up if they actually wanted to eat before they had to be at the airport and Hunter definitely sounded like he needed to eat. Dave almost shook his head at himself. He was a big boy... he could go change his clothes on his own...and he'd be back with them before he knew it. **** Hunter felt the nerves in question ease somewhat as Dave responded positively to both Shawn's proposition and his own suggestion. He still wasn't completely sure this 'thing' would work between them, but at least they were past the swearing and violence part of the relationship. Although given the occupation of the three of them, there would always be a lot of swearing and violence in their future. Still slightly confused by Dave's words Hunt didn't let it show on his face. Dave had mentioned a flight last night and again just now, but this time he'd tacked a 'we' onto it. As far as Hunter knew, they were supposed to be traveling to Uniondale today and he'd presumed it was by private car. If Dave and Shawn were on the noon flight that meant Hunter wouldn't see them till much later... probably not until they checked in at the hotel in Uniondale. He could invite himself onto the flight of course, but that would mean Ric too and Hunt really didn't know why they were flying in the first place. He made a mental note to ask Dave about it later. Glancing again at his watch, Hunter realized it was much later than he'd originally thought. "We have a plan, let's get to it. Go Dave, shoosh." Daringly Hunter gave Dave a quick pat on the ass as he walked past the bigger man to find his shoes, "We'll find you in twenty." His smile at Shawn was more like a grimace as he moved into the bright sunlight shining on them through the window. A quick glance round the room had Hunter firmly setting aside his headache and nerves as he got ready to leave. Hunt knew he was notoriously neat and far too organized, but this once it really paid off. The evidence of his 'party' last night was completely removed in minutes and his clothes and gear packed by the six minute mark. Hunter didn't have time to dismantle his glass castle, but he lifted three of the champagne flutes and carefully stowed them in his case. Two phone calls, a text message and the quoting of a visa number were also dealt with efficiently. A quick note of apology and a hefty tip for the cleaning staff, left Hunter tying his laces while a porter collected his luggage from near the door. Shawn had remained completely relaxed while the 'Champ' did his thing. He'd probably seen Hunter go into turbo on about a million occasions and that very familiarity was a balm to Hunt's rattled composure. Hunter paused by the open door. Pulling the key card from the slot, he raised an enquiring eyebrow at his once and always... best friend. "Shall we?" **** Chris drew a in a deep long, satisfying breath, expanding his lungs, letting his head tip back onto Adam's bowed shoulder. They were still locked together, their bodies and sweat and heat intermingling in a tangle CJ hoped he'd never escape. Hot, sleek skin was pressed along the length of his back, small sweet kisses adorned his shoulder and neck. Chris had never felt so cared for in his entire life. He'd though of Adam as his lover since that defining moment in the alley behind the club. It was presumptuous and possessive but he didn't care. Adam was his lover now in every sense of the word and he was Adam's, with all that that entailed. To be someone's lover meant you loved them and though he doubted Adam felt that strongly after their first night, Chris was pretty sure he did. Although it might not be that 'ever after', 'till we're grey' kinda love, it was certainly the 'spend every minute of the day and night together' sort. Pretty comfortable that Adam felt the same about their 'together' status, CJ gently shifted around in Adam's arms until he could rest his side against Adam's chest. Looking deep into soft green eyes, Chris smiled. "Do you have any idea how good you look right now?" Seeing a small blush he continued, "I'll tell you Baby... so good you make me wish we could try that again, but I think we'd kill ourselves." His husky chuckle filled the room. "I haven't been this horny since I was seventeen! You, you gorgeous thing you, are an aphrodisiac of titanic proportions." It was blatant flattery at it's worst, but he meant every single word. Heaving another satisfied sigh, he blinked into Adam's happy expression. "Much as I want to make another attempt to break this bed, I doubt even a Sexy Beast like me can manage four times in twelve hours. Although I'd be willing to give it a try," he smiled naughtily. "How about another shower and we go see if Jay and Bunnykins want to share a car to Smackdown?" Slipping off the bed, Chris pulled Adam to his feet so they could stagger with drunken feet back into the bathroom. Given that them both naked and soapy under hot water had led to one of their recent encounters, Chris kept the water barely warm as he tried to jazz up his wrung-out nerves. Rushing his own shower, CJ briskly soaped and shampooed Adam's skin and hair, before turning off the hot tap completely. He loved the invigoration of a cold rinse... as long as he wasn't planning anything amorous in the forty minutes afterwards. Chris had been gentlemanly enough to push Adam out of the shower before he did his 'frigidarium' thing, so of course he just had to shake his hair and coat the now dry man with droplets of ice water. Hoping to start a wet hug/tickle fight of some kind, he advanced on the taller man, naked, wet and smiling nastily. "Give us a cuddle handsome." **** Watching Hunter stare at Dave, Shawn was starting to get concerned when Hunt started laughing. That didn't help his worry, but even as he started to get to his feet, the wave from his friend set him back down, realising that Hunter was just as entitled to odd reactions right now as he had been earlier. Hearing Hunt bare his feelings to Dave made Shawn feel warm again, but they weren't the words that really caught his attention. "I am completely in love with Shawn, have been for nine years..." His breath caught for a minute at hearing those words, said so easily and earnestly. Something inside him rose, crested... He bit his lip, not wanting to interrupt Hunter, and not really wanting to throw that "l" word around in front of Dave too much just yet. As sincere as he was, and as Hunter was, he fully suspected that too much emotion from them toward each other in front of the big man would drive him away, or at the very least make him doubt their intentions. Stephanie... they'd have to talk to her. Regardless of how involved she and Hunter actually were behind their marriage front, there had to be some sort of love there, and Shawn wasn't about to just jump into a relationship with Hunt without taking her into consideration. She was a friend, and very nearly a little sister, and he was damned if he was going to hurt her. As far as Vince went... well. Considering how the man had been for the last few years, Shawn could care less about his feelings in the matter. All he really needed to know there was whether or not Vince knew that Hunt and Steph's marriage was nothing more than a cover. If he did, that would make things simpler, although they'd still have to figure out how to handle things backstage. If he didn't... that could be a challenge. But he'd worry about that when they got there. "...but I think we need to do some heavy-duty talking before we jump into this." Shawn found himself nodding in agreement. They had a lot of things to sort out, and god knew they all seemed to need as much practice as they could get with actually talking to each other. That reminded him... he glanced at Hunter consideringly. Whatever had happened between him and Kevin, neither had ever told him. But if they were going to try to start something new, this would be a perfect time to try to get those two to work out their problem. He'd bring that up a little later, though. Not that he wanted to hide things from Dave, but it was something that the big man really didn't need to worry about right now, on top of everything else. "...we've got a plane to catch." Ric had said something about a plane, hadn't he? Shawn hadn't really been paying attention, getting ready for his match, but hadn't Flair said something about... noon? Glancing at the clock, Shawn rolled his eyes. Great. Just enough time to turbo-pack and maybe eat, and catch the flight. "If that works for you both?" Nodding, Shawn stood up. He really didn't want to be by himself right now, and as much as he hated letting Dave out of his sight at the moment, it was a good suggestion. Smiling at the big man as he headed for the door, Shawn stayed out of Hunter's way. The man was positively frightening when he went into this mode. Things were cleaned, packed, paid for, and getting carried away within ten minutes, and there was Hunt, looking immaculate other than the fine lines around his eyes, indicative of the horrible headache he had to be feeling, but those were only noticeable if you knew to look. "Shall we?" Shawn glanced out the door, seeing that the porters had already gone, and allowed his lips to curve at the question. "If I answered that question with what I'm thinking, we'd definitely miss our flight," he said lightly, enjoying the chance to tease his best friend again. Leaning forward, he placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and brushed his lips against Hunt's, forcing himself to break away after the barest touch. Damn. This was going to kill him. He thought ahead for a split-second, considering their schedule... and didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry, realising that the soonest they'd have any real time to themselves would probably be after the show that night. Shaking his head slightly at himself, he headed down the hall, letting himself into his room, Hunt close on his heels. He didn't move quite as quickly as Hunt did, but he'd had much less to clean. His bags were packed and by the door in minutes, and Shawn found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Hunter pace idly around the room. **** "...Go Dave, shoosh, we'll find you in twenty." Dave froze the second Hunter's hand hit his ass. He turned slowly and raised a brow at the man responsible, though said man probably wouldn't have noticed if he'd stripped naked right then and there. Hunter was in "man on a mission" mode and if it wasn't part of his plan of attack, it pretty much didn't exist. Dave shook his head and sent a smile in Shawn's direction as he headed towards the door. As he stepped into the hall, he took his wallet from his pocket and retrieved the keycard that he'd tucked away in there yesterday afternoon. Was it really such a short time ago? For various reasons it seemed so much longer. Luckily he didn't run into anyone on the way to his room that wanted to stop and chat. Swiping his card through the reader, he walked into the room he'd spent all of five minutes in yesterday. Seemed like such a waste to pay for a room he hadn't even used. Although, the reason for not using the room was definitely worth it, he thought with a smile. He was trying not to think too hard on what he was getting himself into. If he did then he'd have himself talked out of it in about five minutes. So many complications...but if it worked out, then it would definitely be worth it. Quickly unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt, he tossed it directly in the trash can. His gear bag was sitting right next to his luggage so apparently Hunter had had it delivered here. Dave spent all of ten minutes rearranging his things and changing his clothes. He would have loved to linger in a hot shower because he always seemed to do his best thinking there, weird as it sounded, but there was no way he had time for it. Instead, he changed his slacks and donned a new pale blue shirt from his bag. After calling down to have the porter come and get his things, he dug through his bag for one last thing before stacking his bags by the door. Walking into the bathroom, he unfolded the sunglasses that he'd taken from his carry-on and put them on. He didn't usually wear them indoors, but if he'd ever had a reason to do so, he had one today. It wasn't extremely comfortable having them sit on his nose, but he'd make do if it prevented questions. He'd wear them until they got on the plane and then from the time they got off the plane until he made it to makeup at the arena tonight. Maybe Ric could even help him come up with a better story for Vince if it was necessary. After sending his suitcases off with the porter, he made his way down to Shawn's room and knocked on the door. He heard the sound of steps crossing the room and then the door opened to reveal Hunter. Dave smiled and walked through the door, taking the time to smack Hunter firmly on the ass on his way by. "Thanks, sweet thing." Ignoring Hunter's reaction, Dave flopped crosswise on the bed behind Shawn, grinning at him as he passed. "So are we going to eat soon? I worked up quite an appetite playing referee this morning." **** "Do you have any idea how good you look right now?" Adam couldn't help but blush. If Chris kept paying him all these compliments, it was going to go to his head. Not that he wasn't normally happy with how he looked, but after all their activities of the last twelve hours, he had to be a complete mess. Yet the compliments kept coming. If Chris were in love with him, then he could point to the old adage that love is blind, but since that was unlikely this early in their newfound relationship Adam figured it was remnants of afterglow affecting Chris' brain. He smiled, looking into the bright blue eyes of the man on his lap. Regardless of why he was saying it, Adam appreciated the sentiment. He was pretty sure that trying that again would be next to impossible right now, though if Chris had been serious he would have attempted to give it his best damn shot. They'd have had to carry him out on a stretcher afterwards though. He could imagine trying to explain that one to Vince. Bunnykins? What in the hell? Had he missed something? Adam shuddered as Chris pulled him off the bed and towards the bathroom. If Jay so much as dared to call Ty by that name while in Adam's presence, Adam would tape his mouth shut...see if he didn't. Thankfully Chris didn't linger in washing his hair or skin because Adam would most likely have reacted the same way that Chris had last night and it had already been established that another encounter was on the slim to none chance scale. He was semi-curious when Chris shoved him out of the shower and reached for the hot water tap... to turn it off. Adam shivered as he toweled himself off, grateful that Chris had waited until he got out before rinsing in cold. His new lover was apparently nuts, but in a completely endearing way. After being sprayed with cold droplets from a vigorous head shaking, Adam was reconsidering the endearing part of that thought, though only briefly. He was too busy trying to avoid Chris who was now advancing on him with a wicked smile. "Give us a cuddle handsome." He wouldn't... oh yes he would. As cold, wet naked Chris wrapped himself around Adam in a bear hug, Adam barely managed to avoid shrieking. Christ, he was cold as a damn icicle. "You are in so much trouble, Christopher." Prying himself out of Chris' arms, he bent over and hoisted his pretty, wet, cold bundle of love over his shoulder and carried him into the bedroom, grabbing an extra towel on the way. "Just for that I'm gonna have to spank you." He had no intention of carrying out his threat... at least not right now. That could lead them right back to the place they were trying to avoid. No time... they had to get a move on, especially if they wanted to stop and eat along the way. Instead, Adam set Chris on his feet and toweled him dry... starting with his hair. Making sure to cover Chris' face a half dozen times and laughing all the while, Adam finally pulled the towel from Chris' hair and started drying the rest of him. "You know... I just thought of another good reason for keeping you... for once I'll be considered the sane person in a relationship." He tweaked Chris' nose before kissing him quickly, then walked over to his suitcase to pull out some clothes, smiling all the while. "You should call Jay and have him bring your stuff. I'd loan you some of mine, but I'm pretty sure they won't fit and I don't think they'll let you eat in a restaurant naked...though the patrons certainly wouldn't mind." **** It wasn't often that he got to just sit and look at Hunter, Shawn mused, his eyes never leaving the familiar figure as Hunt wandered around the room. In fact, he'd never really gotten to look at him like this. The closest he'd come was sitting up in those arena seats, watching Hunt from a distance... a flyspeck in a tiny ring. The sheer freedom to simply look was almost shocking. The freedom to do anything else... well. Best not to think about any of that just yet. They didn't have the time to deal with it, and Shawn certainly wasn't about to have Dave walk in and find the two of them naked and... A strangled noise escaped him as he dropped his head into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to force his mind away from the images he'd just conjured up. He could feel his body responding to them, and he groaned, shaking his head. He hadn't had this little control over himself for years! Someone knocked on the door. His head jerked up as he prayed that it was Dave and not, God help him, Kevin and Scott. There was no way he could possibly face them and try to explain the last twelve hours with any coherency while trying to fight back a year's worth of frustrated libido that had been set loose by having the two men he'd lusted after for ages agree to try to work out a relationship with him. Glancing at Hunter, he forced a smile to his face. "Could you get that? It's probably Dave," he said, trying to sound normal and not like he was almost ready to jump on his best friend, rip his clothes off, and fuck him through the floor. He bit back the whimper at that thought, forcing himself to breathe deeply. He'd started to calm down when Dave walked in. "Thanks, sweet thing." Eyes wide, he stared as Dave walked across the room. Had the big man actually just... yes, he had. He hid his smile from Hunter, trying not to stare too much as Dave flopped down beside him. "I worked up quite an appetite playing referee this morning." He had to bite his tongue to hold back the immediate retort that sprang to his lips. He was not going to suggest "breakfast in bed", thank you. They really did have to talk things out... but Shawn was suddenly afraid that he wouldn't be terribly coherent for most of them. "Well... the porter's on his way for my stuff, so as soon as he gets here, we can get out of here. There's a restaurant downstairs, or we can stop somewhere on the way to the airport," he said, standing up. He was not going to act like a seventeen-year-old who couldn't control his hormones. **** Murmuring softly, Kevin twitched at the feeling of fingers sliding through his hair. He'd been having the loveliest dream, with him and Scott and a fire and a soft rug... "We have a flight to catch." Reluctantly, his eyes flickered open, slowly focusing on the dark eyes only a few inches from his. Shifting his head the barest amount necessary, he brushed his lips against Scott's, drawing him into a lingering kiss before drawing back and smiling at him. "Hey, Bad Guy," he rumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. Raising his head, he spotted the packed bags and shook his head. "Did the packin' again, huh? Just wanna have somethin' to hold over my head, dontcha?" The fond amusement was obvious in his voice, and he reached out, caressing Scott's face before turning over and carefully sitting up. Heaving a sigh, he cast a long-suffering look over his shoulder. "Guess I need to get dressed, then? Do we have to go to Smackdown tonight? Are we even doing anything there?" Not really expecting an answer, he stood up, pleasantly surprised to realise that the cream his lover had used on him earlier was apparently still working, since the expected pain wasn't present. Soreness, but no actual pain. Hopefully it would last for a while; the thought of having Scott apply more while on the plane was... well, not something he was in any condition to worry about at the moment. Pulling on his jeans made him wince a little; he'd have to remember to pack a pair of slacks in the future... just in case. Getting dressed as quickly as he could, he glanced around the room. Scotty really had done all the packing. "Did you want to stop anywhere on the way out? If you do, I'll give a call to have someone come get the stuff," he offered. It'd really been his turn to do that, and he felt a little bad that Scott had done it for him. Of course, knowing Scott, he'd felt that Kev had deserved his little nap. Not that that would stop him from giving Kev grief about it, of course. "I think we should stop and check on Shawn before we leave. Just to make sure he's okay. I know Dave stayed with him last night, but..." Nodding, Kevin picked up the phone and called the front desk. A glance at the clock told him that they had plenty of time to stop by Shawn's room and still make it to the airport. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they ended up taking Shawn with them. Unless Dave was still playing guard dog, of course. He grinned at the thought. He was definitely going to have to get to know that man better, if Shawn thought he was worth it. A knock at the door, a tip, and their bags were on their way. "Ready?" Kev cocked his head at Scott, sliding an arm around his lover's waist when he approached, and held the door open as they walked out. Heading down the hall, he knew that he was still a little off-kilter from the events of the morning, but was feeling much more himself. He and Scott were definitely going to have to be more aware of things in the future... or at least, he was. Scott had seemed plenty aware this morning when he was stumbling around in the dark, not understanding his own reactions. Waiting for the elevator, he glanced around to make sure that there was no one else in sight, then turned and kissed Scott, shrugging a little at the bemused look. "Wanted to." The doors slid open with a "ping!" and he walked in, arm still around his lover. He suspected he was going to be clingy for the rest of the day, something he'd have to watch a little bit if he didn't want one of their long-time friends calling him on it. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about any part of their relationship, but he also didn't feel that all of it needed to be shared with other people. Getting out on the next floor, they headed for Shawn's room. Pausing in front of the door, Kevin wondered for a moment just what they'd find inside. Shawn pissed as all hell and ready to tear Hunt apart? Curled up in a ball having a breakdown? Acting perfectly normal? Was Dave still there? Had Shawn and Dave actually had sex the night before? Okay, so maybe that last wasn't really any of his business, but still... if Shawn had been as upset as Kev thought he had been and Dave had taken advantage of that... well. There would be repercussions. Not that he thought that would happen, even knowing Dave as little as he did, but the possibility was always there. And of course, Scott would want him to talk to Hunter at some point during the day... Sighing a little, he raised his hand and knocked. "Shawn? You in there?" **** to be continued... |