"ITVR: Chapter 27"
Games.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

Dave returned Shawn's smile as they approached the lounge. Then he turned to look and noticed the group standing there. He froze for a second before forcing his feet to start moving again, his smile locked firmly in place. Inside he was being swamped by a complete feeling of panic. They hadn't really talked about anything yet and Dave wasn't sure how he was supposed to act around Hunter and Shawn's "family". Scott and Kevin probably had a pretty good idea of what was going on, but as far as he knew, no one else did. Neither Shawn nor Hunter had seemed worried about leaking the news of their tentative arrangement, but that didn't mean that they were going to advertise it either. Touching? No touching? He really wished they had had a chance to have their little talk before this plane ride. What if Hunter wanted to talk to Stephanie before this leaked any further? Hell... what if he changed his mind completely? This had been Shawn's idea after all and though Hunter had urged him to think about it, that didn't mean that he was necessarily gung-ho on the idea himself. What if... what if... what if. Dave could probably come up with a million of them, but that was just going to drive him nuts. But there were so many variables to this thing that Dave couldn't help but think about them. His smile faltered momentarily as they approached the group before he managed to get himself in hand. How close should he allow himself to get to the rest of this bunch until he knew for sure if this was going to come to fruition? He'd just have to play it by ear during this trip and hope that they had their little discussion before it became a real issue. After exchanging greetings with the others, he wandered over to the window and watched as a jumbo jet took off. He could hear Sean's excited chatter in the background. Crossing mental fingers, Dave hoped that they wouldn't be waiting here long before the flight boarded. **** At least the airport was quiet, being noon on a Tuesday wasn't exactly rush hour and given the short notice of the charter they weren't approached by any fans either. Hunter didn't really mind signing autographs or having photo's taken, he had his fair share of fans despite his not-so-winning character in the WWE, but he'd have to take his sunglasses off if he didn't want to appear like a dick, and having a photo of a hung over Triple H on some kid's wall was not something he'd be proud of. His headache had almost completely retreated because of the cocktail of coffee and painkillers, allowing Hunter the ability to smile at the check-in clerk and actually mean it. Instinctively Hunt lead the way towards the boarding lounge, Dave could easily have outpaced him but the big man had slowed fractionally at the sight of the rest of the Clique and Ric waiting for them. Hunter knew from past experience how intimidating they could be when all massed together and no matter how each member might try to argue differently, most other wrestlers were wary of them. Dave might have been a member of the baby stable known as Evolution, but he'd been a professional for a much shorter time than he and Shawn. Hunter knew their 'understanding' was very delicate, his own feelings varied between 'best idea ever' to 'it'll never work they'll hate me' in the space of five minutes, so he could sympathise with Dave's reaction to the baggage that was the Clique. Hunt knew Shawn was protective of their 'Animal', but Hunter had been watching out for Dave for nearly three years now and he wanted to protect the guy just as much as Shawn did. Knowing that the others would raise their eyebrows, Hunter draped an arm across Dave's back, hand gripping his shoulder. The gesture was to indicate both their physical proximity and to reassure Dave that Hunter and Shawn would run interference between him and the Clique if needed. He and Shawn always invaded each other's personal space, so no-one would see anything new in that. "Gentlemen," Hunter smiled casually at his friends. Sean was eating something sweet as usual, while Glen looked on indulgently, Scott and Kevin had a strange little vibe going on, but given the level of most of their 'vibes', it was hardly anything to be concerned about. "Are we ready Ric?" the blond looked up from his perusal of the stewardesses and nodded. "Then let's get this show in the air." Their plane was almost set out like a private jet, rows of regular seats in the front, with a small cleared area in the back, fitted with padded couches and a table. One stewardess and the pilot completed the picture. Vowing off more coffee, Hunter asked Melanie for a juice instead and commandeered one of the couches for Dave and Shawn. It was a given that Glen and Kevin got couches or they would end up pretzels from even the extra-comfortable regular seats, and Sean practically climbed into Glen's lap the moment the man sat down anyway. Hunter waved Ric to the last couch and shrugged at Scotty, his friend could either plaster himself to Kevin, not such a hardship, or do laps like Hunter normally did. Even hung over, he just couldn't relax while flying and more often than not bugged the pilot or his companions rather than sleep. Sipping his juice Hunter temporarily obeyed the 'remain seated' sign as they took off, but once in the air, he began to stroll up the aisle, keeping one ear on the conversation in the back. **** CJ's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Columbus? But Jay said... ahhhh right. Jay has been doing that 'talking while not thinking' thing he does. So, if no appearance then can I buy you dinner?" He did the eyelash thing again. It seemed a little strange to be asking Adam out after their activities last night, but even in reverse order Chris wanted to try and get most of this right. From what Adam had said, he had not been in an actual relationship for nearly a year, so as far as CJ was concerned, his gorgeous lover was due some wining and dining. Maybe they should try something classier than the smoke and booze clubs they often frequented, CJ wasn't that familiar with Uniondale but he bet he could ask a local about the best places to eat. Finishing his weird combination of bread, tempura-fried vegetables and cold meat, Chris sipped at his ice water while watching Adam. The reality of what they were doing was finally beginning to sink in. He could count on one hand, and have change left over, the number of people he'd shared this kind of 'whatever' with. Those relationships, and wasn't that a generous term, had all been such phenomenally bad ideas from the start, that even in the fun and sex stage, Chris' heart hadn't been in it. The good thing was, right now at least, Chris couldn't think of a reason this might not work. Sure Adam could go batshit over someone else and dump him, but given the guy had been immolating himself with self-hate over his last break up, he doubted Adam was the love 'em and leave 'em type. That left the small chance of CJ's eye wandering and with Adam in his bed and his life, he knew that chance was now less than zero. So that meant... jesusgodalmighty, he was actually dating someone! Someone he liked even. This was going to be very weird. While Vince hated with a passion any public suggestion of relationships amongst his 'talent', the man happily turned a blind eye to anything that wasn't pushed directly under his nose. Aside from the Clique's notorious behaviour, if Vince had come down on them, the lack of constant bed hopping done by half the crew would cause a strike within weeks. CJ had tried to avoid flaunting his previous partners at work, mostly to hide from the fishbowl mentality of the locker room, rather than any shame about his lovers. To quote the man Chris once described as having 'an exceptionally small penis' in front of millions of people, there was no chance in hell he wanted to hide Adam. If it hadn't been completely ridiculous, he'd carry a sign that said 'JUST GOT LAID BY COPELAND' into the ring tonight to make himself clear. Although given that they'd officially gone public with Jay and Shelton this morning, CJ grinned at that thought-lacking decision, he doubted he'd need a sign. By the time they reached Uniondale everyone would know. Oh. Chris blinked. Everyone. Oh well. Let the shit fall where it may. Seeing Adam was finished with his own improvised lunch, Chris slid the heels of his chair back and shifted his weight forward onto the balls of his feet. He offered seriously, "Babe? Now that you've finished molesting that cake in front of me... race you to the car!" With a screech of chair on tile floor, CJ bolted from the table towards the door. Skidding past Austin as the bald man stomped moodily into the restaurant, somebody obviously hadn't got some last night, Chris hoped like hell, the porter had taken the bags to their car. Or he'd feel pretty stupid walking back to reception to get them. **** Watching Dave pause at the sight of the group waiting for them, Shawn could've smacked himself. They hadn't had a chance to talk about anything yet, and Dave had to be wondering how to deal with the rest of the Clique. Shawn wondered a bit himself, then shrugged and decided firmly that he didn't care. He wasn't going to play "hands-off" in front of his family when he didn't have to, regardless of the consequences. He might be pretty wound up at the moment, but the time they'd spent getting here had been stressful to him because he couldn't touch either Dave or Hunter, and that was worse for him than trying to ignore the way he reacted when he did touch them. He knew that Scott and Kevin would wait for them to reveal what was going on before saying anything, but he wasn't positive how Hunter wanted to handle things. The man couldn't sit still on a plane to save his life, and since it was a charter, space would be limited, so they obviously weren't going to have much conversational opportunity there. Well, he was going to make sure that Dave didn't get too freaked out about the situation, and if Hunter wanted to help, that would work. If not, he wasn't going to worry about it. Too much demonstration in front of the others would probably make Dave even more nervous... it was going to be a fine line to walk until the big man felt comfortable around them. The smile that came to his face when he saw Kevin and Scott with their arms around each other slipped away when he saw Dave head for the window, distancing himself from everyone. He glanced at Hunter and let his arm fall away from Hunt's shoulders as his friend headed for Dave. Watching Hunt oh-so-casually sling his arm around Dave brought the smile back; Hunter seemed to be okay with Shawn's idea, but he'd been a little distant from Dave so far. The message that was being sent was pretty clear, though, and it was nice to know that Hunter had been thinking along the same lines. "Then let's get this show in the air." Walking down to the plane, Shawn followed behind Kevin and Scott, watching them almost absently while he thought about the two men heading up the line. Something about the pair in front of him caught his attention, and he cocked his head as he watched Kevin climb somewhat awkwardly up the steps, Scott hovering protectively behind him. Hmmm. He was probably the only person who actually knew for certain the types of games the two played occasionally, having been part of them off and on. If he were reading things correctly, they'd indulged in some of those last night... only it obviously hadn't been Scotty on the receiving end. That was different. Too bad he'd missed that... he'd always wondered what Kev would be like if he finally gave up his precious self-control. That must've been a pretty sight. Shaking his head a little, his lips curved as he boarded the plane. His days of playing with the Outsiders were probably over, and why spend time wondering about their little games when he had games of his own to look forward to? He'd have to figure out a good way to ask the other two if they were interested in that particular type of game... but not now. Definitely not now. After they'd been together, in every sense of the word, then he'd worry about that. Stowing his carry-on bag under the couch, Shawn stopped Hunter in his mad organisational rush long enough to brush his fingers against Hunt's cheek, smiling a little. The touch wasn't obvious, and it wasn't different enough from their usual behavior to really catch anyone's eye. Since he wasn't sure how Hunter wanted to play things in front of everyone, he'd leave it to his friend to make the first obvious move. However, he wasn't about to shy away from Dave. And if they started sending mixed signals to the rest of the occupants of the plane... oh well. Settling next to Dave on the couch that Hunter had waved them to, he frowned a little in concern. Dave was stiff, trying not to look right at anyone. If he didn't relax, Ric at the very least was going to notice that something was wrong. Hopefully Dave hadn't misinterpreted Hunter's sitting elsewhere; he'd flown often enough with him that he should be aware that Hunt had real issues sitting still while flying. Leaning against him, Shawn wrapped an arm around his waist. He reached up with his free hand to catch Dave's chin, pulling him around to look at him. "Hey. Relax." A gentle stroke of his fingers across Dave's cheek. He was getting fond of that particular gesture; it could speak volumes without being too noticeable... although that might be part of the problem here. He'd have to figure out just how far he could take things: He wanted to reassure Dave about them, and make him realise that this group of people wasn't about to judge them, without taking things far enough that he made the man uncomfortable. The plane started moving, and Shawn leaned his forehead against Dave's shoulder, letting his hand drop to the man's thigh. It was stupid, but no matter how often he flew, he'd never learned to enjoy it, especially the takeoffs. Swallowing, he closed his eyes, his fingers clenching unconsciously. The unexpected feeling of arms closing around him made him open his eyes again, and he relaxed as he met Dave's eyes. Reacting to the concern he saw there, he leaned up without thinking about it and kissed him, a simple brush of lips against lips. "I'm sorry. I've never liked flying all that much," he said softly. "But I think I could get used to this." **** Sean was thrilled they were flying a charter rather than commercial. As soon as they had boarded the plane he followed Glen to one of the couches and climbed up in his lover's lap. The only ones that wouldn't be familiar with this particular scene might be Ric and Dave, but Sean couldn't see either of them actually caring about Sean's choice of seat. Sean did manage to keep one eye on Shawn during takeoff. He knew Shawn had issues with flying so he would have volunteered to hold his hand or something if it would help, but apparently it wasn't necessary. He could feel his eyes bugging out as he took in the close proximity of Dave and Shawn. When the hell had that happened? Glen's gentle squeeze made him aware of the fact that he was staring and he quickly turned around to face his lover. No need to make Dave feel uncomfortable. Sean actually liked the big soft-spoken man that portrayed the WWE's 'Animal'. Once the actual take-off was accomplished, Sean decided it was time to eat his ice cream before it melted. He climbed off Glen's lap and dug through the bag that Glen had carried on board. Grabbing the pint of butter pecan, Glen had nixed the half-gallon, and a plastic spoon, Sean wiggled his eyebrows at his lover and bounced towards the seats up front. He could see Glen's reaction in his mind... a shake of the head, a quiet sigh, and then he'd stand up and follow Sean to the other seats despite how uncomfortable it might be to squeeze into them. Glen reacted exactly as Sean thought he would, following his bouncy lover to the seats up front. Grabbing a blanket from an overhead compartment, he dropped down into one of the seats and smiled as Sean climbed into his lap. How Sean could get cold just by eating ice cream in July during a heat wave was a mystery to the big man, but he knew Sean would complain about it just the same. He wrapped the blanket around them as Sean popped the lid off the container and tossed it to the seat beside them. The little sigh of happiness from Sean as he took the first bite made it all worth it, of course. Sean offered him the next bite and he took it, letting the cold treat melt on his tongue before chewing the pecans. After his lover had taken another bite or two, he'd expected Sean to offer him another bite, but he didn't. Glen raised a brow at the curly-haired man. "Greedy today are we Sean?" He teased as he hugged the lithe body closer to himself. "Nah. I'm just keeping my nuts out of your mouth." Glen snorted with laughter over Sean's obvious joke. Sean turned around and straddled Glen's lap, offering another bite of the ice cream before setting the container off to the side. Raising a brow at his lover over the uncharacteristic action, Glen wondered what Sean had on his mind. "What are you up to now Sean?" Distracted momentarily by cool lips covering his own, Glen allowed his mind to focus on the teasing tongue that slipped into his mouth. With a groan he savored the taste of Sean merged with the sweet lingering flavor of the ice cream. After a moment or two of teasing kisses, Glen almost missed Sean's reply. "Since I shared my nuts with you, I think it's only fair of you to share yours with me," he said with a wicked grin. Oh good lord. He didn't have a chance to grab Sean before the shorter man slipped underneath the blanket between his legs and onto the floor. "Sean!" Glen hissed quietly as he could. "Not on the pl...." His words were cut off abruptly by the feeling of Sean unzipping his jeans and slipping a slightly chilled hand inside to touch his warm flesh. He shuddered slightly from the cool touch and bit his lip, tossing a look back over his shoulder between the seats to determine the location of the others. It seemed Sean didn't particularly care where the rest of the people on board were at because Glen could feel Sean's now warm tongue making a foray over his lower stomach. Dark curls made a momentary appearance as Sean poked his head out from underneath the blanket long enough to raise one finger to his lips in a shushing motion before ducking back under the cloth. Yeah, right. He was supposed to be quiet? Despite his reservations, knowing that there was the possibility of discovery by one of the others sent a sharp thrill through him. He'd always sensed that he had an exhibitionist streak, but even this was extreme for the two of them. Apparently Sean was becoming more adventurous. That thought was proven true as Sean's tongue snaked down along the base of his now hard shaft and down under the edge of the denim to tickle over his balls. He moaned loudly before biting down on his lip to help stifle his urge to be loud. He whimpered slightly as Sean's hands tugged on the top of his jeans and he lifted his hips to allow the other man to pull them down slightly. "Sean," he gasped as his lover's heated mouth surrounded the tip of his cock before slipping further down his shaft. Glen slid one hand under the blanket to tangle in Sean's hair, now completely oblivious to who might be paying attention to them. ****   The hand landing on his shoulder came as a surprise even though he'd sensed Hunter drawing near. The only thing that kept him from jumping was the fact that Hunter had done the same thing from time to time on the show during an exit up the ramp. He knew whose hand it was without even looking, but he did look, flashing a grateful smile at his... what? Friend? Companion? They weren't at a stage where he could call him a lover. That just brought more questions to mind, but for the moment Dave pushed them aside and accepted the comfort for what it was. He must have been more obvious than he'd thought. Dave kept his hands in his pockets as they boarded in order to keep himself from fidgeting. The last time he'd been this nervous was when he'd taken Mary Beth to the senior prom. Of course that had been partially because she wasn't his first choice for a date. They'd gone as friends only, but that hadn't helped settle his nerves over looking like a klutz. He sank down onto the couch that Hunter indicated and tried to blend into the piece of furniture. Maybe if he kept quiet he'd be less likely to draw attention, then again with this group that might draw more attention than if he stood up and yelled "fire" mid-flight. He knew Hunter wouldn't be sitting anywhere except for during take-off, the man just couldn't sit still on a plane. Shawn sitting beside him drew a brief glance, before he returned his attention to the swirly pattern of the carpet. Then Shawn's arm was wrapped around him and he was forced by a gentle hand to look at the blond man sitting beside him. "Hey. Relax." Easier said than done, Shawn. The gentle touch against his face had him expelling the breath he'd had held in his lungs. Yeah. He really did need to relax or someone would notice... most likely Ric. As the plane started to taxi down the runway, Shawn leaned his head against Dave's shoulder and a strong hand landed on his thigh. Dave almost jumped then as well until he got a good look at Shawn. Eyes closed, hard swallow, the hand gripping like iron on his thigh... He'd almost forgotten how much Shawn hated taking off. He'd seen the reaction once or twice on other flights usually from the other side of Hunter. Without even thinking, he wrapped his arms around Shawn, his only concern at that moment to offer a bit of comfort in return. Shawn seemed to relax within his arms and he watched the momentary fear fade from Shawn's eyes. The fleeting kiss surprised him and he could feel himself blushing even though the contact had been brief. He still couldn't get up the nerve to look to see if anyone else had noticed. "But I think I could get used to this." Dave thought that maybe he could as well as soon as he was sure that this could become a regular thing. If he knew that this was actually going to be a relationship... the three of them... then he'd have no problem with touching either Hunter or Shawn in front of others. His problem hinged on the possibility that after their little talk it might not be the three of them together. If he weren't completely sure that it was what Hunter and Shawn both wanted, he'd bow out regardless of how much he wanted this. He didn't want to look like a fool if it ended up being just Hunter and Shawn in the end. There was no way he could stand receiving pitying looks from the rest of this little group if he ended up on his own. At the same time he didn't want to push Shawn or Hunter away and give them the wrong idea. He did want this. His eyes momentarily landed on Hunter moving down the aisle and he decided the best thing to do was just try to make it through the flight the best he could. He needed something to do to keep his nerves settled. Recalling the fact that he hadn't had a chance to brush Shawn's hair out for him this morning, he thought that might do the trick. The others might assume that it was simply a way to calm Shawn down during the flight, but regardless he was going to try not to worry about whatever they might think. "Nah. I'm just keeping my nuts out of your mouth." What the hell? That had been Sean's voice from towards the front of the plane so obviously the two had moved. Dave didn't want to know what that was all about. He wasn't going to look. Even as Glen's booming laugh echoed through the plane, Dave could feel a blush creeping into his cheeks. He wasn't going to listen either except that wasn't really possible in this small of a plane and after a few minutes there were some rather obvious noises coming from up front. He needed that distraction and he needed it now. "Do you have your brush in your bag Shawn?" With any luck, Shawn would understand what he was referring to without a lengthy explanation. Dave wasn't sure he was capable of speaking too clearly at the moment. And he'd been worried about a hug or a kiss? **** "...Race you to the car!" Adam blinked as the chair screeched against the tile and then grinned as he jumped from his own chair to chase Chris through the door. He almost laughed at the disgruntled look on Austin's face, but decided he liked breathing too much to chance it. Following Chris at a mad dash through the lobby and out the door into the parking lot, Adam finally caught up to Chris about fifty feet from the car. Wrapping his arms around Chris' waist from behind he lifted the blond off his feet in a bear hug before gently setting him back down. "Gotcha," he said quietly against Chris' ear, using the cover of his hair to gently nip at the earlobe. Unfortunately since they were out in 'public' he had no choice but to let Chris go, but he did so very reluctantly. As they started walking towards the car again he turned his maniacal grin on his lover and wiggled his brows. "I would have much rather molested you instead of the cake, but we _were_ in a restaurant." He stopped when they were still about twenty feet from the car, laying a gentle hand on Chris' arm to stop him as well. Nodding towards the care, he indicated the current occupants of said car. "That doesn't look good." Ty was in the driver's seat, his elbow out the window like he was considering climbing through it to make a quick escape. Jay was sitting with his head bowed, obviously pouting. Just great. Three or so hours in a car with these two would be just lovely. Opening the back door, he climbed into the back seat with Chris right behind him. Meeting Ty's sad eyes in the mirror, he wasn't sure whether broaching the subject of the obvious tension would be a good or bad thing, so he decided to wait for now. "They bring the bags out?" He figured that was safe conversation as he turned sideways and opened his arms offering his services as a personal cushion to Chris. **** Settling into the couch with a smile on his face at Hunter's "managing", Kevin held out an arm for Scott to snuggle into without even thinking about it. He was far too busy watching Hunter, Shawn, and Dave without being too obvious about it. The body language between the three had been interesting in the lounge, and he was wondering just how things were working out there. Hunt hadn't hesitated to go after Dave when Batista tried to distance himself from everyone, and Shawn certainly wasn't being shy about touching the man. Trying not to think too much about the three men together, he chuckled quietly when he caught the surprised look on Sean's face. "I think Batista's going to get a shock on this flight," he said softly into Scotty's hair, taking the chance to press another kiss against Scott's forehead. Leaning back, he made himself comfortable for the takeoff, keeping an eye on Shawn, more than familiar with the man's unease during flights. He'd had the blond on his lap during more than one takeoff in the past. Damn, he missed those days sometimes. Snorting a little at the blush on Dave's face, between the kiss from Shawn and the sounds coming from up front, Kevin was debating whether or not to try to calm the man down by starting a conversation when he asked for Shawn's brush. That sent an eyebrow up. Shawn was an amazingly sensual man, and he'd heard all about the hair brushing-as-foreplay that he and Mark had indulged in... Hiding his laughter by resting his face against Scott's neck, he wondered if anyone had told Dave about that. **** "Do you have your brush in your bag Shawn?" Jerking his attention away from the front of plane and the interesting noises that Glen was making, it took Shawn a minute to process Dave's request. A brush...? Oh. Oh. Biting his lip slightly, he wondered if he should mention to Dave the side effects that brushing his hair was likely to have... and promptly decided against it. Torture it might end up being, but it would be wonderful torture, and he highly suspected that it would be as close as he'd come for quite some time to what he actually wanted. "I do. Let me grab it for you." Reluctantly pulling away from the other man long enough to lean over and snag his carry on bag, he unzipped it and searched for a minute, finally pulling out the brush and sitting back up. He handed the brush to Dave, then paused. "Um. I'll... need to... move, Dave. Or it won't work too well," he said, not looking at the others, especially Kevin and Scott. "You'll want to put a leg up here, around me..." He couldn't quite meet Dave's eyes, either. Dammit. This could be great fun, but the lack of a resolution was going to kill him, it really was. Turning so that he was sitting sideways on the couch, he leaned forward slightly and tipped his head back to allow Dave easier access to his hair. The weight of one hand on his shoulder as the brush slowly stroked through his hair was comforting, and the tingling in his scalp was... not comforting. He twitched slightly, trying to keep quiet, but finally allowed a soft purr to escape him at a slightly more forceful pass. He loved this, loved having his hair brushed or played with... a little too much. His eyes drifted shut and he reached back, gripping Dave's thighs for support, not caring in the least if his reaction to the wonderful sensations running through him was obvious to everyone around him. If they were just more secure in this new relationship, he'd likely turn around and ravish the big man right there in front of everyone. That thought didn't help much, and as he sat there, the thinly-veiled arousal that he'd had to keep pushing away since waking up that morning resurfaced, sending heat boiling up through his veins. He couldn't help but push himself back, settling himself firmly against Dave with a moan. **** Chris was fairly sure he would win, he'd had a head start and could dodge and swerve around objects like... well... like a professional. He had a plan, one that he'd come up with in the last three seconds sure, but it was still a plan. CJ would win this little race and hold Adam to a penalty for being the loser. Something like a full body massage on request or another strip tease? Maybe not the second as Adam hadn't been into it, but the first idea could definitely go places. Only fifty feet from victory, Chris realised that he and Adam shared a lot more than just a fascination for icing, Adam was a professional dodger too. Lifted from his feet, Chris let out a peel of laughter at being caught so easily. Damn! He'd really wanted that penalty too. He'd just have to try again later. And right there with ya buddy on the molestation of a certain Canadian of 'average' height rather than cakes in the future. No reason why sponges should be getting all the attention. They bring the bags out? Oh god CJ hoped so. Bunnykins grunted what could only be described as a 'yuhn' and started the engine. Chris hoped that translated into "yes we have your gear and are ready to go, please fasten your seatbelts", because going back into the lobby instead of crawling right into Adam's arms would have sucked like mad thing. Drawing his seatbelt out until it was fully extended, Chris wiggled and shifted his hips around in the seat. Pulling off his boots, he left one foot in the space behind Jay's seat and lifted the other onto the armrest of the opposite door. Snuggling back into Adam's hard warm chest, CJ let his head fall comfortably onto Adam's shoulder, lifting a hand to finger at the chain around his lover's neck. "I'd say us cuddling in the back seat of various cars is going to be a permanent fixture of this relationship Babe. Last night," a soft grin and cool breath blown carefully onto Adam's Adam's apple, hah. "Today and tomorrow... am I right or are we flying somewhere? I haven't even looked at our schedule recently." He'd been somewhat distracted by... all sorts of things. Chris should have checked last night or this morning but the distractions had been so much more fun. Flying, driving whatever, as long as he could claim a seat beside Adam, He really didn't care. "So," CJ said, keeping his voice low despite the murmur of the radio as Jay fiddled to find a good station. "I'm feeling all sorts of excited about you and me, I have to tell you. Particularly the 'you and me' that we were last night as opposed to the 'you and me' of last week. I don't have a terrifying sense of dread like I usually do, which isn't much of a compliment I grant you, but has to be considered on the plus side of maybe making this work. Most often I start thinking 'this is a really, really bad idea' about ten minutes into the first conversation, so you still speaking to me after all this time is refreshing." Not exactly big on the positive there Chris. Errr. "I like you Copeland and I really like having sex with you, so if we're on the same page then I can just shut up and let you sleep for the drive. You seem pretty calm about this 'us' that's happening so... I'm not and you don't seem to be, but... are you freaking out about this at all?" Chris wasn't sure where all that had come from, but keeping things to himself wasn't one of his stronger characteristics. He wondered how long it would be before Adam tried to strangle him. **** to be continued...

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