"ITVR: Chapter 29"
Moments.

By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane

One hand clenched on the armrest of his seat, the other tangled tightly in Sean's midnight curls hidden beneath the blanket, Glen tossed his head back against the seat, his eyes clenched tightly and his mouth slack. His hips thrust restlessly upwards against the hands pinning him to the seat, but never hard enough to break the hold. Sean had been driving him absolutely crazy, his tongue and hot wet mouth like weapons in an act of torturous pleasure. He growled loudly as Sean once again slowed his bobbing rhythm to a snail's pace. He could picture Sean smiling around his hard glistening length, happy that he was pushing his lover to such a reaction. "God, Sean, please..." He'd ceased trying to stifle his loud reactions some time ago. Sean had told him on more than one occasion that he loved hearing Glen's voice booming across the room in response to something that he had done. And with the extent that Sean had been teasing him he was no longer worried about who might hear what. His thoughts were limited to the sensation of Sean's talented mouth sucking fiercely on his aching length. Sean was enjoying his little jaunt into exhibitionism, regardless of whether or not anyone could actually see them. Even if they were hidden from view, the sensual moans and pleas Glen was blessing him with would be enough to give everyone a clear picture of what he was doing. Despite the need for completion clearly audible in Glen's voice, his lover would never consider doing anything that would hurt him. Firmly placed hands at Glen's hips were tested, but never with enough strength to actually force his rhythm to a faster pace. "Sean, please baby... more... please." Deciding that perhaps he had tormented his poor lover enough... at least for now, Sean finally gave in and fell on Glen's cock like a ravenous animal. Sucking, licking, gently scraping with his teeth... he employed every trick he knew to bring his lover to the point of exploding. Feeling the pulsation of the rigid cock against his tongue, Sean swallowed Glen's length into his throat just as his lover's hot seed escaped in strong spurts. Glen's roar of release, vaguely resembling his name, echoed off the nearby wall of the plane. Glen shuddered as Sean let his cock slip slowly from his mouth, his tongue bathing off any remaining evidence of Glen's release. Sean slid from beneath the blanket and into his lap, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Glen kissed him lingeringly before gifting him with an exhausted smile. Sean reached for the half-empty container of ice cream and slipped from Glen's lap into the seat beside him as they heard approaching footsteps. Glen quickly zipped his pants and settled the blanket over their laps just before the trio of Shawn, Hunter, and Dave reached their row. Sean watched them curiously, his mouth dropping open when Dave leaned in to kiss Shawn. Glen reached over and gently closed Sean's mouth with a hand under his chin, a quiet chuckle escaping him. Sean's eyes were still glued to the two men and grew wider when Dave settled Shawn in Hunter's lap. Once Dave disappeared from view and all Sean could see was the top of Hunter's head over the top of the seat, Sean stood up and had one foot on the chair when Glen reached over and pulled him down into his lap. "No, Sean." "But... did you see that?" "Yes, I did Sean." "How come no one ever tells me about this stuff? I just wanna..." "No." "You're no fun at all." "That's not what you said last night." Sean snorted then proceeded to pout. Glen dropped a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled. "I think instead of worrying about what they are doing up there, you should worry about how I'm going to pay you back for this little adventure when we get back to the hotel tonight." Sean's eyes widened once again. Pay back? **** It felt like he was hollow inside, like there was suddenly a clean space where something unpleasant had once lived. Hunter let the tension roll out of his shoulders as Kevin returned his half-embrace. If he hadn't been holding Scott's hand, Hunt was certain his fingers would have a slight tremor. It was almost like being in shock after a near-miss car accident or bad bump in the ring, his insides felt as if they'd been clenched in fear and worry. It was ridiculous, some small part of Hunter's mind, the last coherent part in fact, that he should have put so much weight, so much of himself into that one foolish exchange of words. He had invested the sum of his friendship with Kevin into that fight, it had defined their relationship for long enough as it was. Hunter should never have let it have the power to wreck him like this. At least it was over now and god did he feel good. Just good. A strange bubble of laughter wanted to rise from his gut in relief. Like a doctor's visit you know is going to be painful but in the end is easy as pie because you build it up in your mind to be so much worse than it was. Thank heaven the two of them had Scott in their lives or this might have festered between them until it was unredeemable. Giving Kevin's shoulders one last squeeze Hunter sat up slightly and took another deep cleansing breath. If he was one damn lucky guy, then maybe this day, which had started out as a literal nightmare, could be one of the best he'd had in very long time. With things right with Kevin again, Hunter could turn his attention to the other massive emotional upheaval of the day, his part in a potentially fantastic threesome. If Kevin and Scotty's reactions hadn't clued him in, that perfect little sound surely would have. He'd never had the pleasure, or the desire to be honest, to witness Shawn while his friend was making love... or being fucked by another man. He'd internally celebrated when Shawn had confided in him his loving relationship with Scott and Kevin. The evil kernel of envy he'd felt at being outside that gorgeous tangle had been minor beside the happiness he'd seen in Shawn's eyes. But even when they'd been publicly physical around Hunter, he'd taken the opportunity to make himself scarce. Pleading the excuse of offering them some privacy rather than the truth of his own lust ridden panic, Hunter had made light of their fondling and love-making as if it didn't bother him in the slightest. He'd often wondered if they speculated on his own sexual interests, within or outside the Clique. Apart from one embarrassing, and thankfully unremembered, embrace with a drunken Scott when Hunter was steering him home one night, he'd never been with another member of the Clique physically. Sean was his little brother and despite the horny little bastard's open invitation, Hunter had never wanted to complicate Sean's straightforward affection with something that would mean more than it might and less than it should. Shawn... well, he'd always seen him as out of bounds, while Kevin and Scotty were so enmeshed in each other that Hunter would have felt he'd crashed a party by joining in. He also had enough ego to admit that he'd want to be as vital in both their eyes as they were to each other... and that just couldn't happen.  No matter how much they may love him, it would never have rivaled what they felt for each other. So hearing that little moan in the deliciously deep voice of his Texan Darling was a unique enough experience to pull Hunter's head out of the dazed 'just goodness' he'd been indulging in within Kevin's arms. The hairs on the back of his neck tingling, Hunter looked up to see Dave and Shawn standing before him, looking not unlike the leads in a porn film he'd once accidentally watched. It was the moment right before the cheesy music started and the clothes came off. The participants had established their flimsy reasons for being in the same room, had kissed and fondled for the requisite three minutes and now, with due attention to their complete lack of plot, were ready to get it on. Hunter? Could we borrow you for a few minutes if you're all done here? It was a good thing that Dave actually meant every word, because a line like that in a porn film would have had Hunter rolling with laughter normally. Such an innocent question, so deliberately filled with innuendo you could practically see Dave's desire. A desire mirrored by the incredibly hot look in Shawn's dusky blue eyes, lips wet from kisses and his own tongue, a light flush staining sharp cheekbones. His own limbs like lead, it took Hunter a moment to nod  in understanding and rise to his feet, his hands warmed by Scott and Kevin's, now captured by Dave and Shawn. He was a damn lucky man, no question, to have such people in his life as these. Obeying Dave's directions like an automaton, Hunter shuddered at the sensation of Dave's fingers against his cheek and roamed his eyes hungrily over his partners' forms. So very different, like light and shade, although Shawn's skin was a deeper tanned brown than Hunter's own, the fair colour still contrasted beautifully with Dave's bronze skin and midnight hair. As Dave placed Shawn before Hunter, he resisted the urge to lean forward and bite Shawn's cute ass through the denim. It would be a turn on, but would most likely make Shawn jump and he didn't want to wreck Dave's plan. Seeing the man's hands working at the front of Shawn's jeans, Hunter slipped his hands around to help in the process, caressing the sweet smooth skin of Shawn's abdomen. A lap full of Shawn Michaels was top on Hunter's Christmas list, a squirming half naked Shawn, just about blew Hunter's mind. Keeping the other blond secure in his arms, Hunter leaned his chin on Shawn's shoulder, both to watch the beauty unfolding between Shawn's legs and to brush his lips against a lovely ear as he played his part in Dave's show. "Shawn Darling, god you look so beautiful like that. All trapped in my arms, like a prisoner, like a gift for him...for Dave. Look at him Baby, open your eyes and look at him down there. Does that feel as good as it looks? Hot wet lips on your cock, sucking you and licking like a favorite treat..." He kept his voice even and soft, all the while Hunter's hands roamed, across a painfully hard nipple, teasingly tickling Shawn's ribcage, drawing small circles on his hipbone. "... God that's hot, how he wants you Shawn Love, how we both want you so badly. Feel that my Love?" A small jerk of his hips, briefly lifting his passenger deeper into Dave's hot mouth. Shawn's naked ass moving rhythmically against his own fabric covered groin had brought Hunter's sex to pleased attention and now Shawn could feel it, without a doubt. "That's what you do to me Darling, just by being you, feeling you moving, smelling your skin, tasting you." A kiss to the small patch of skin behind Shawn's ear, then a quick swipe of his tongue. "You are so hot together, I could watch you all day..." A small startled jump from the man in his lap. "What was that Darling? Dave's tongue ring? Did it feel as good as it looked? Made you shiver all over. So fucking hot Baby, you make me so hot..." Tightening his hold, Hunter could feel Shawn's body tense, his climax not far off. "What he's doing Baby... going down on you like that..." Hunter tried to time his words with Dave's final movements, "... will you do that to me Shawn... Please?" He allowed his tone to be on just that right side of begging. **** Shawn bit his lip when Dave remained silent, afraid that the fire burning up his veins had made him push too much, too far. When Dave stood up, a soft worried noise escaped him, and then Dave was reaching out, helping him up, and the simple touch of hand to hand sent a shudder through him. He hadn't been this turned on in longer than he could remember, and when Dave turned to reach out to Hunter...  Meeting those much-loved whiskey eyes, Shawn sucked in a deep breath. Whatever they'd missed had obviously been emotional... but good. The Hunter looking back at him was one he hadn't seen for a long, long time... and that whiskey was heating up as he watched. As they followed Dave up the aisle, Shawn reached out, running his hand down Hunter's arm before taking his free hand. Whatever Dave had planned, it would obviously involve all three of them. Shawn took another deep breath as he wondered what that plan was. The touch of Dave's hands on his hips made him shudder again and he swayed forward into the touch, his own hand reaching up to clutch at Dave's shoulder, moaning into the lips that were claiming his, the lips that were fanning that fire inside him even higher... Only when his jeans were being pushed down did he realise what Dave was doing. And Hunter... Hunter was helping. Their hands were on his hips, his thighs, and he couldn't stop the noises falling from his lips as Dave gently pushed him back, down onto Hunt's lap. "Dave... god! Hunt..." He caught his breath as Dave looked at them, licking his lips. Hunt leaned forward, resting his chin on Shawn's shoulder, one hand sliding under Shawn's t-shirt, moving upward to tease his nipples, pulling noises out of Shawn with every touch. Leaning back, craving more of the touch that he'd dreamed about for so long, he whimpered as Hunter's other hand rubbed gently across his hip. Every touch sent sparks flying along his nerves, making him shift restlessly in Hunter's grasp. He reached back, trying to gain purchase; one hand closed on the armrest, the other on Hunter's hip. He couldn't believe Dave was doing this, was willing to do this, here, practically in front of everyone... but he wasn't about to complain. The firm touch of Dave's fingers stroking up his thighs sent his eyes flying open; he hadn't realised they'd closed. The sight that met him captured his gaze: Even watching Dave just look at him, practically devouring him with his eyes, drew another moan out of him. The slow stroke of his deliciously hot tongue, the bar piercing it cool in comparison, forced his legs farther apart. "Ah! There... Dave..." His fingers tightened as his hips thrust forward, seeking more of that almost overwhelming sensation. The lift of Dave's head and the smile on the big man's lips brought back that warm feeling that Shawn had had the night before, making him wonder... And then that wonderful tongue was touching him, tasting him, and Shawn groaned loudly, his voice breaking as Dave's fingers wrapped around him. It wasn't going to take much; the fire was burning too hotly, his nerves were stretched far too closely to the breaking point. Hunter's fingers hadn't stopped moving, touching and pinching and caressing any skin within reach, Hunter's voice a low murmur in his ear, a counterpoint to the whimpers and moans he couldn't hold back. The exquisite sensation of that cool metal rubbing against his swollen head brought a sharp cry out of him as his body tensed, already hovering dangerously close to the breaking point. Forcing himself to look again, his breath coming in with fast loud pants, each exhalation almost a whimper, he watched with wide darkened eyes as Dave paused, looking up at them, heat in those smoky eyes. When the big man looked away again, Shawn bit his lip, anticipating... and then those wonderful lips were wrapped around him, swallowing him whole. He groaned, deep in his throat, hips thrusting forward into that wet heat. The soft hum rippled along his length, racing up his nerve endings, and he could feel the flames gathering, intensifying. Panting, almost sobbing, he tried to move forward as Dave moved, but Hunter's hands on his chest restrained him, holding him subject to the rippling heat. Dave's tongue rubbing against him at the same time, flicking against his sensitive head, sent the flames roaring. His cock twitched, throbbing against that clever tongue, and Shawn threw his head back against Hunter's shoulder as a harsh cry ripped out of his mouth, the flames overwhelming him as he lost himself in orgasm, barely conscious of Dave swallowing his seed or of Hunter's arms closing tightly around him. **** Like a ditz it had taken Chris a moment to realise the 'smart' and 'beautiful' person Adam was talking about was him. He'd heard Adam last night when the other man had revealed his interest but hadn't really thought it through to it's obvious conclusion. They'd both been dancing around their attraction for each other, both denying they were good enough and knowing they could never make the first move. CJ'd meant what he said about refusing to have regrets, but he could still want to smack himself sometimes for not paying enough attention sometimes. Relaxing back into Adam's arms, he let the cool breeze from the air-con drift across his face for a moment. This was so nice it was getting to be scary. "Hang on Babe, let me check," Chris lifted his hands from Adam's thighs and examined them minutely for signs of cramps or palsy. "Nope... no freaking, feeling too worn out and relaxed for freaking." Sitting up and twisting around, CJ pulled his sunglasses down his nose with one finger and looked right into Adam's eyes over the lenses. "Not going to freak either, I promise." And he meant it as seriously as it sounded. "But be warned..." A quick kiss to a certain cute nose. "... I can be emotional and clingy..." seeing the doubt in emerald eyes, Chris nodded furiously and nearly dislodged his glasses, "... I mean it. Man-shaped limpet right here Babe so watch out. Oh, and I may indulge in inappropriate public displays of affection, but not when it might get us fired so don't panic." Smirking when Adam showed no signs of panic whatsoever, Chris turned back and settled himself comfortably in place. Tilting his head slightly to catch the breeze again Chris let a huge sappy grin cross his features. If Adam could put up with his shit, he was a more patient man than any other CJ had known. And he'd known a few, in the biblical sense, so to speak. Chris had prided himself on the fact that he didn't date brainless oafs on purpose, like a child with muddy boots it just 'kinda happened'. A string of pointless, short term sexual liaisons that had left Chris tearing his hear out and yelling incoherently at the total lack of anything other than fucking in his relationships. Not that he was the kind of guy who wanted 'commitment' and china patterns, but a conversation other than 'take your clothes off Doll' and 'damn you look hot on your knees' would have been a pleasant change. It had seemed that he'd only attracted the men thick enough that they didn't get half of what he was saying anyway, and they put up with the other half as payment for the nookie. It was wasn't until Chris had finally been with a boyfriend who'd been strong enough to challenge him in every aspect of his personality that CJ had realised he could have it all. Terribly arrogant of course. Or rather 'egotistical little shit aren't you' to use the exact words, but he'd nodded proudly at the assessment and had received a genuine laugh in return. Two years ago Adam had been his dream guy in more ways than one. Physically fulfilling all CJ's fantasies, muscles, built, fast, strong arms, great hair, but the tall Canadian was so much more that just his body... sexy as it was. He was as clever as fuck for starters, had a downright perverse sense of humour and his response to most of CJ's antics had been unruffled amusement. His dream man come to life it had seemed. Unfortunately, until last night, he'd also been totally off limits. Now, if he could believe his own eyes, ears and yep... wiggle... ass, Chris was happily relaxing in the arms of said Dream Date, discussing the non-freaking outness of their 'thing' and planning for some more non-freaky 'thinging'. A little bit sick of analysing himself and his feelings, Chris turned his attention to the other occupants of the car. "Song lyrics to see who drives next!" Hearing the massive sigh from Jay, Chris conceded. "Okay Reso, don't whine. Only famous pop songs so I don't whip your ass on the hard rock. I'll start easy for you... hmmmm..." Tipping his head back, CJ looked at the tiny lines of holes in the ceiling fabric, "... 'for what it's worth, it was worth all the while'. You gotta know that one." It was easy, but he was being generous. **** He could feel the tension rippling through Shawn's body under his fingertips. That and the guttural shout put him on notice. Dave swallowed furiously as the flood of salty warm cream burst into his mouth. He savored the last few drops in his mouth as Shawn collapsed against Hunter. Letting the still-hard cock fall from between his lips, Dave slowly licked the remaining sticky fluid from Shawn's shaft. Sitting back on his heels, Dave swiped his tongue along his lower lip as he looked up at the two men seated before him. Shawn lay in a boneless slump against Hunter with Hunter's arms wrapped around him. Pretty... so pretty together were these two men that he wanted to forge a relationship with. Even with all the unknowns, without talking at all, he still wanted it. Only time would tell if it were a useless fantasy or a potential reality. Dave pulled Shawn's jeans up to his knees then realized that redressing him would work much better with a bit of cooperation from the man... something he didn't seem quite capable of yet. Pushing himself to his feet, he slid into the seat next to the two and leaned in to press a gentle kiss against Shawn's cheek before looking into Hunter's wide hazel eyes. Dave was still a little tentative as far as Hunter was concerned. The kiss in Hunter's hotel room had probably shocked the hell out of him and Dave hadn't lingered long enough for him to have a chance to respond. Apart from that there had only been friendly gestures, the brief kisses in the hotel room and the casual arm around his shoulder. So far Hunter had been mostly hands-off when it came to him and Dave wasn't quite sure how to interpret that. Was Hunter honestly interested in Shawn's proposal or was he simply going along with it because of Shawn? He wasn't sure and he probably wouldn't be sure until they all had a chance to sit down and talk, but until then... until then he wanted to end an already nice encounter with something else just as nice. If Hunter shied away in the process, that would certainly answer his question. It wasn't really a test... he was just feeling things out. Allowing his eyes to drop a few inches, Dave let them linger a moment on Hunter's lips. He raised a hand to Hunter's face, his fingers brushing slowly over the strong jaw even as he looked up and locked eyes with the man. "Hunter?" His voice rumbling and deep, the way he spoke the name it came out more as a question than just a simple form of address. Leaning forward slowly, giving him all the time he would need to pull away if that was his wish, Dave pressed his lips gently against Hunter's. **** "Not going to freak either, I promise." Good. That meant that Chris was not going to scream and jump out of a moving car just because he'd announced his intentions... sort of. Relieved that he hadn't scared the man to death, Adam smiled at the brief touch of lips against his nose. He certainly couldn't see Chris as the emotional, clingy type, but since Chris insisted that he was Adam would just have to deal with it. Like that would be a hardship. He'd probably be just as bad himself at least until he felt more secure in their relationship. "Oh, and I may indulge in inappropriate public displays of affection, but not when it might get us fired so don't panic." Forcing himself not to think of what kind of inappropriate displays Chris might initiate, Adam continued smiling. He'd most likely indulge in a few inappropriate displays of his own. He wasn't worried that Chris would do something like that where it would have an adverse affect on their jobs, Chris was too smart for something like that. When Chris turned back around and settled himself, Adam simply took the time to enjoy the spot he was in. Having Chris cuddled up in his arms was... comfortable. There wasn't a need for idle chatter... no uneasy silence between them... just the pleasant experience of having Chris' warmth pressed against him. Although there was a bit of tension noticeable in the car. Leaning his head back against the door, he looked at Ty then briefly at Jay. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on with the two of them. Adam had thought that maybe Jay had finally found the right person. He couldn't remember Jay ever being happier than when he'd finally hooked up with the tattooed man. They seemed to get along very well if one could take the fact that they were constantly all over each other as proof. What could have gone wrong between last night and this morning? He knew Jay had been a little out of sorts since his back injury, but he wouldn't take that out on Ty and Adam just couldn't come up with any other reason the two of them would have been yelling at each other. "Song lyrics to see who drives next!" Adam smiled into the back of Chris' hair. In all honesty, he'd much rather sit in the back cuddled up to Chris than have to drive. That was a switch... usually he was the first to volunteer because of the motion sickness. Deciding that he'd purposely not supply the answer, he turned his eye to Chris' hair. Lifting one hand from its comfortable position atop Chris' stomach, Adam carefully lifted a lock of blond hair and rubbed the ends against his cheek. While waiting for one of the others to come up with the 'Green Day' song, he leaned forward and let his breath blow against Chris' ear for a moment. They obviously weren't going to do much in the car and he wasn't really up for it yet anyway, but nothing said he couldn't indulge in a little bit of teasing in the meantime. "So, any thoughts on your punishment yet sweetheart or should I come up with one of my own?" **** "Punishment? Well I guess it depends on if I'm supposed to like it or not." Chris grinned as he shifted slightly once more against his beautifully hard back rest. Adam's warm breath in his ear made his toes curl and started some serious thoughts about getting totally naked in the next two hours. CJ'd always fantasised about getting it on in the back of a car, just not in front of two other men... he wasn't that kinky. Reaching down, Chris adjusted his jeans to give himself more room for his marginally interested dick. Maybe he could seduce Adam in the restroom when they stopped for gas? "Oh please Jay, everyone knows 'bustle in your hedgerow' for Christ's sake. Have another go." After berating his friend, Chris dropped his voice so only Adam would hear. "If I'm supposed to like being punished, then maybe I should be your slave for 24 hours, you know... foot rubs, breakfast in bed, pick your clothes?" Oh Chris so knew what he'd make Adam wear if it came to that. "If I'm not supposed to like it, you could make me sleep with Bunnykins tonight rather than you."  A pause. "I meant sleeping In. The. Same. Room." Chris enunciated every word quite clearly. "But that would punish you too, I would think." He seriously doubted Adam would go for the second option as they were still too fresh and, let's face it, horny for each other to go without for a night at the stage. CJ's problem was that Adam could be a psycho bastard when it came to practical jokes or revenge. He'd seem Reso's embarrassed, furious face often enough to wince at the punishment he might be getting for his stunt this morning. Of course, that wince corresponded with a delightful twitch in his groin at the thought as well. Chris opened his mouth to say, "Jesus you picked Britney?" when Bunnykins beat him too it. At Ty's answer, the tension in the front seat lessened a fraction and Chris smiled, pleased. One of the few men in the locker room who knew more about music than himself, Ty kept his interest, like every other aspect of his life, very private. The game went back and forth between the two men in the front seat for a few minutes, Jay's complaints at Ty's difficult lyrics a counterpoint to Bunnykins' exasperation at racking his brains over mainstream pop. Finally Chris caught one. "Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheide," Ty's voice took on a crushed gravel tone. "That's Rammstein's 'Du Hast' you crazy neo-nazi and I can't believe you got the cadence right. Okay..." something out of Ty's sphere, "... Strung out like a guitar. Maybe you can educate my mind..." Adam hadn't played yet, maybe it wasn't his thing, childish guessing games. They'd traveled enough together in the past to have learnt each other's habits in cars. From Adam's mild motion sickness and ruthless possession of the wheel to Chris' ability to sleep like the dead and read in the back seat without feeling queasy. One memorable trip with Lance Storm had resulted in the other Canadian becoming ill, simply from watching the pages of Chris' book tremble and roll as they sped along the interstate. Letting his sleepy eyelids drop, Chris ran his hands up Adam's long thighs, fingers stroking backwards and forwards up the outside seams. Jay and Bunnykins were talking about something neutral now, their voices blending into the radio in nice steady hum. CJ's fingers continued to stroke as he drifted, not thinking of very much at all. **** When Shawn came it was like trying to hold a wild deer in his arms. Head flung back, spine arched, a hoarse shout pressed against Hunter's jaw, the slim form was racked with deep shudders that translated directly to Hunter's own aroused sex. He'd been so engrossed in his verbal pleasuring, that Hunt hadn't realised he'd actually miss seeing Shawn's climax. But from the feel of it, it would have been the most beautiful thing he'd even seen. Speaking of beauty... Dave was looking up at them, with an expression in his eyes that caused Hunter's already accelerated breathing to stop dead. Such a wonderful face, so honest in the adoration directed at the slowly panting man in Hunter's arms, so damned perfect for them in every way. But those wicked midnight eyes weren't hazed with anything like innocent infatuation, oh no. If that sexy little jump in response to the tongue ring was anything to go by, gorgeous noble Dave certainly knew his way around a blow job or two. And speaking of wicked... Still cuddling Shawn like an oversized teddy, Hunter kept his own hot stare on the kneeling man as, with a smooth move that defied his size, Dave shifted to the seat beside them. The gentle kiss to Shawn flushed cheek cause a wild spasm in Hunter's heart. So much more tenderness for his beloved friend in that simple gesture, than in all the sexual acts known to man. And god, finally, about damn time too. Shawn had been dropped and kicked so many times, Hunter was sick to death of counting the bruises. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Dave would disembowel himself before deliberately causing the blond pain, and would certainly disembowel the man who accomplished it. The fact that it hadn't been Dave kicking Hunter's ass this morning was a testament to the bigger man's self control. Instead he'd put his own anger aside and concentrated on being there for Shawn. Was it any wonder he and Shawn had fallen so hard for the 'Animal'. How could they not? Dave's eyes on his lips drew Hunt's fascinated attention. He smelled so damn good, like soap and desire, a sharp contrast to Shawn's spicy denim and his own designer aftershave and silk scent. As Dave leaned in, a hand touching his face almost tentatively, Hunt forced his eyes to remain open so he could watch that smoldering look coming closer and closer. Hunter? The slight lilt at the end of his name, turned it into a question that Hunter was in no doubt about his answer to. One hand still locked around Shawn's waist, he reached up and snagged a handful of shirt when warm, moist lips pressed against his. Suddenly ravenous, Hunter pushed back harder than he'd intended, his tongue storming passed Dave's sweet lips to dip and taste in his mouth. The mingled flavour of Dave mixed with Shawn's essence, exploded in Hunter's brain like a narcotic. The sensual slide of tongue against tongue an erotic fantasy come to life. And there... the warm metal rubbing against Hunt's lower lip, brought a noise up from somewhere deep inside him, that sounded suspiciously like a cross between a whimper and a growl. God, he never just enjoyed kissing someone for so long before. Like they were making love with their mouths, moving from foreplay to fucking, but only with lips, teeth and tongues. Feeling a long dead desire catch alight and begin to burn, Hunter unclenched his fingers from Dave's shirt and gently pushed until their lips parted. That voracious mouth on his after the thrill of Shawn's passion was too much. Too soon. Hunt couldn't indulge like this... not here... not now. Tearing his eyes from the expression on Dave's face, that he refused to read, Hunt dropped a kiss onto Shawn's tousled head and stood. Lifting the man in his arms gently before realigning his clothes and letting him slump back into his once occupied chair. "Just... I..." Hunter lifted his hand uselessly, trying and failing to convey his chaotic, overcharged thoughts. For a man noted for his manner of speech, he just couldn't find the words. Dropping his hand, he inclined his head towards the rear of the plane and headed to the small bathroom. Once inside, Hunter latched the door and gripping the edge of the small stainless steel sink, stared into his own unfathomable eyes. "What the fuck did you just do idiot?" he asked himself, disgusted. **** Letting out a breath that verged on a moan, Kevin tilted his head toward Scott as his lover's fingers slid through his hair, soft brushes against his sensitive scalp that added fuel to the heat slowly building inside him. He knew that the rest of the day would be like that, each of them teasing the other, fanning those gentle flames until finally something tipped and sent the fire flaring. Sighing into Scott's mouth, he returned the slow kiss, one hand slipping down to Scott's hip to pull him closer. "Every time I think I couldn't love you more than I do, you go and prove me wrong." Damn. Scott's voice, all low and intent, just made him want to melt. Not that he'd ever admit that, but when Scotty got that note in his voice, the one that just oozed love and pride and happiness and sincerity, he couldn't help it. Making Scott happy was what he lived for, and knowing that he'd succeeded in doing just that by taking the simpler-than-it-had-appeared step of fixing things with Hunter, well... that made him very happy in turn. The fingers that never stopped moving in his hair almost made him miss the rest of what Scott said, but when he realised what his lover had said, he raised a curious eyebrow at him even as he let out another soft rumble of contentment at the gentle strokes. "Do you have any idea how much I love your hair, babe?" His eyes widened momentarily in surprise. That wasn't at all what he'd been expecting... and he hadn't realised how Scott felt about his hair. After all, it was just... hair. Yeah, he'd had it long for years and had hated having to cut it, but it was just hair, right? The soft tug on his locks ended that train of thought abruptly as a quiet growl escaped him, his body arching slightly toward Scott at the action. That had sent a stronger spark off to feed the fire, that was for sure. If anyone knew his weaknesses, it was Scott, and that was a big one. "The way it brushes against my thighs while you have your mouth wrapped around my cock...drives me crazy." A sharp inhalation at that particular admission, the words bringing back images of the night before, when he'd had Scott whimpering and begging underneath him, writhing as he pleaded for more, the familiar, addicting salty-sharp taste filling his mouth... A shudder ran through him, and the hand on Scott's hip glided across worn denim to squeeze the firm flesh contained within. His body was still far from being able to follow up on those lovely thoughts, but he wasn't about to let Scott have all the fun with this particular gentle torment. "I pouted for an entire week. Be glad that you missed that." Kevin blinked at his lover in shock. An entire week? Perfectly able to picture the pouty look on Scott's face, he was glad that he hadn't been around for that, no matter how difficult the separation had been. That pout could get him to do practically anything, and Scott knew it. There was an unspoken agreement between them that he not use it unless he really meant it... but seeing it for a week would've killed Kev. And where was this going, anyway? They'd both been more thoughtful this time around than before, being so terribly aware of how fragile their relationship could be and how easy it was to lose something so important... but this was different. In fact, this sounded more like what Scott had been saying... "It's a part of you...a beautiful part of you." "Scott..." he whispered, half-protesting, as he buried his face against Scott's shoulder, trying to hide the red that he could feel heating his face at those words. His thoughts scattered for a moment as he tried to regroup. He was still off-kilter from their encounter this morning and he knew that the aftereffects from that would likely last the rest of the day, but he doubted that explained his reaction to Scott's words. At least, not entirely. Sighing a little into the dark curls, he raised his head, knowing that Scott loved to see him blush. He wasn't sure why, but he did enjoy seeing Scotty like that, so he shouldn't fight letting his lover enjoy it... he supposed. Reaching up with his other hand, he idly twirled a curl around his finger as he met Scott's eyes. "I... I didn't know," he answered quietly. His lips curving a little at the slightly smug expression on his lover's face, he took a breath, then continued, his voice still soft, almost hesitant in the unfamiliar confession he was making, "But I think your own hair has qualities of its own, Scott. I love burying my face in it, smelling its scent... especially when I need a little comfort." He paused for a moment, kissing Scott's temple. "And when I turn over in the middle of the night and reach out for you, just feeling your hair under my hand reassures me. When you wrap your hair around me when you're going down on me..." Another pause, a deeper breath, and then he was cupping Scott's chin with his hand, smiling at him, seeing his own emotions reflected in the dark eyes. "Beautiful, Scott. God, I love you." And pressing his lips to Scott's, he kissed him gently, expressing his feelings in a way that words could never convey. A hoarse cry echoing from the front of the plane caught his attention as he pulled back, still smiling, and his eyebrows raised briefly even as he laughed, recognising the sound from fond memories. "I think Heartbreaker's gotten what he wanted. He's always been good at that." **** "If I'm supposed to like being punished..." Hmmm. Now there was an idea. Chris at his disposal for 24 hours. That would definitely have its advantages. Although he wasn't sure he would let Chris anywhere near his clothes. He could seriously see Chris dressing him like some extra in a low budget bondage porno. Not that Chris didn't look good in his own clothes, but Adam just didn't see himself as the sparkly type. Who the hell was he kidding? If Chris wanted to dress him then he'd don each article of clothing with a smile as long as it didn't include a leash or something equally kinky... he'd rather keep that kind of thing to themselves. "If I'm not supposed to like it, you could make me sleep with Bunnykins tonight rather than you." Muffling a laugh against Chris' shoulder, Adam considered the reaction that Ty would have had to that statement if he had heard it. That Chris thought sleeping with him would be a punishment... the man would probably be a bit offended. He'd known very well what Chris had meant, but it made him happy that Chris had bothered to clarify his statement. There was no way that he was shipping Chris off to sleep in Ty's room tonight. Sorry, definitely not an option. Even if it so happened that they didn't have sex that night, he still wanted to fall asleep with the gorgeous blond in his arms. Of course he had his own little list of ideas as far as Chris' punishment was concerned. Tying the blond to the bed and driving him insane with lust before letting him come was right there at the top of that list. He'd also seriously considered following through on his threat of a spanking, but he'd have to test the waters with that... he hadn't had the chance yet to discern Chris' likes or dislikes concerning the more adventurous side of sex. Although he had to admit that Chris' reactions this morning hinted that he might like the whole dom/sub flavor of sex to some degree. He'd also considered following through on his promise from this morning of letting Chris watch him bring himself off... but not allowing Chris to touch himself until after it was all over. Paying slight attention to the remnants of the lyric game, Adam realized that Chris had grown quiet although he wasn't asleep quite yet. The light touch of Chris' hands on his thighs had his skin tingling even with the barrier of denim. Adam tilted his head and leaned his cheek against the wispy blond strands of Chris' hair. At the light tickle against his cheek, he closed his eyes and just took in everything that he could about their points of bodily contact. It wasn't sexual really, just... nice. Just holding Chris in his arms gave him a sense that he finally belonged somewhere. He really was getting sappy, but as far as Chris was concerned he decided he'd allow himself to be. It wasn't like he was voicing his thoughts out loud or anything. No one else had to know that he turned into a puddle of contented goo just by holding the man in his arms. Opening his eyes as the motion of the car ceased, Adam realized that at some point during his internal inventory of his thoughts Ty had decided to pull into a gas station. Nuzzling his face against Chris' cheek, he spoke quietly, unsure if the blond had actually fallen asleep in the last couple of minutes. "Hey sweetheart, you're going to have to let me up. I need to make a pit stop while we're here. You want something to drink while I'm in there or are you coming with?" **** to be continued...

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