"ITVR: Chapter 35"
Realisations.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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He's all yours, but if you break him, you buy him. Now who was playing the tease? "Oh yes Babe. I'll order you that pimp coat and fur hat, ASAP," Chris called to Adam's retreating back as the blond strolled into the hallway. "Good thing to know he's against sharing." This was sarcastically muttered under Chris' breath as he gestured Austin back into the room. The very fact that Steve was avoiding his gaze was enough to set Chris' radar off. Austin was an in-your-face guy, he told you exactly what he thought and fuck you if you couldn't take it. He'd never been too embarrassed to meet CJ's eyes in the five years they'd known each other. Watching Steve pace across the room, then turn and retrace his footsteps, Chris decided he'd better cut to the chase or they'd be here all week. Getting Austin to volunteer any serious personal information was like asking Matt Hardy to breathe between sentences... not happening in this lifetime. Sitting cross legged on the sofa, CJ silently stared at the back of Steve's neck like a cat. He blinked when he had to, but other than that, kept up with the laser beams until Steve twitched with the effort of not looking at Chris. After about two minutes, just as Austin seemed like he'd break and walk out, Chris asked calmly, "Who?" Shoulders suddenly tense and hard as granite, ice blue eyes staring intently at the lacings on his boot, Steve responded quietly. "Randy." CJ nearly bit his tongue trying to swallow the burst of laughter that threatened to erupt. If he made light of this, something obviously very serious to the bald man, Austin would probably kill him. Or storm out and never speak to him again. Now, while the second result may have its merits, CJ really didn't want to hurt Steve's feelings. At least unintentionally. He had a pretty good idea what was going on, but Chris felt he should confirm some details just to make sure he didn't step into any emotional land mines. "Where?" Austin drove the tip of one steel-cap boot into the floor. He did not look like he was seven. Big, mean rednecks did not look like little kids no matter how hard they tried. "Hotel bar." At Chris' badly stifled snort, ice blue eyes shot up and narrowed. A light blush seemed to be creeping up Steve's hairless neck. "Met in the bar, went back to my room." The multiple words were grudgingly given. Under control now, Chris prompted, "And?" A shrug. "Woke up alone." Ouch. CJ's sapphire eyes darkened with sympathy. Not that he let it touch his voice in the slightest. "Were you drunk?" This time Steve's gaze went past his shoulder. "Yeah." Right. Chris just hoped the advice he was about to give was the right kind. It all rested on the personality of a young man he didn't know very well. A young man with a big attitude and crap taste in friends, but moderately good taste in pick up victims apparently. If CJ was wrong, he'd personally tear a hole through the kid's ego a mile wide. "He left because he thinks you didn't want him there. That you were so ripped he could have been a ring rat for all you noticed the difference. He likes you or he wouldn't've had the guts to approach you in that bar. Trust me Steve, young guys, even with Randy's arrogance, would have to suck it up before getting within ten feet of you when you're drunk. He got in that ten feet because he wanted to be there, then got freaked when he realised he'd have to deal with you sober." Chris stayed seated until Austin's expression had gone from morose to hopeful. "Or maybe he just ran at the sight of you with a hang-over, I know I would." Standing Chris checked his watch and smiled, realising he'd probably beat Adam to reception. Steve was looking thoughtful again, but this time it had an actual element of thought to it, rather than just weirdness. "So, whadda I do Doll?" Austin's voice held a lot more confidence now that he'd heard a possible reason for the disappointing end to a fantastic night. Opening the door, CJ lead them towards the elevator. "Corner him at the arena and tell him you don't like being a cheap fuck and if that's what he'd needed he should've looked elsewhere." Stepping inside the cabin, CJ leaned towards Austin conspiratorially. "Say that if he'd been planning to use you to get a break, he should have hung around and finished the job. You're hurt Steve and horribly, horribly disappointed. He'll try to deny that's what he'd been intending, interrupt him and ask "so what were ya after then kid?" If he stutters or blushes, you're in." They'd reached the lobby and Chris spied Adam lingering near the glass foyer doors. God he looked beautiful. His long, lean man glowing all golden and pretty in the sunlight spilling through the glass. If CJ hadn't fallen for this guy two years ago, he would have done so just at that moment. He kept thinking of Adam as his lover, so did that mean he loved him? Well, why not? It wasn't like he could pick better hands to place his heart in. "And if he doesn't?" Steve's question dragged Chris' attention back from his own little personal revelation. "Then he's a prick and you hold my glasses while I break his thumbs." Steve's soft, surprised smile was enough to push CJ over the edge. "Oh shut up!" He poked Austin hard between the ribs, ignoring the yelp of pain it caused and sidled up to a far more attractive option than an emotionally stunted Texan. Placing his hands on Adam's hips, Chris breathed huskily into the back of his neck. "Hey beautiful. Shame, but he couldn't afford me. Looks like you're stuck with this naughty cat a little longer." **** Watching Hunter's adaptation of Vince's strut had Dave's hand flying to his mouth to cover the burst of laughter it had provoked. At the moment Hunter looked more like Vince's son than his son-in-law though he doubted Hunter would appreciate that observation. Funny... Dave had always thought that that particular swagger on Vince made him think the guy was impaired by a stick shoved... well somewhere he didn't even want to think about. On Hunter, it was actually cute and endearing. God, did he have it bad. He had assumed, apparently in error, that they were simply dropping off their bags before heading to the arena. Shawn settling on the couch had him raising a brow and wandering closer. He seriously hoped this wasn't Shawn's way of hinting that they needed to talk more right now. His body was still tingling head to toe from his interaction with Hunter. Brief as it had been, the feeling of Hunter's muscular frame pressed tight against his own had outshone any fantasy that he'd had. Having to think was not really high on his list of priorities at the moment. It dropped even further down the list once he was seated on the couch with Shawn straddling his legs with Hunter taking a seat next to them. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the two men as their lips met. Some might say he should be jealous of this, but all he felt was awe as he watched them kiss. Only it wasn't simply a kiss, but an expression of desire, tenderness, and love that had spanned a decade. Even if he hadn't been there when they had confessed their feelings, this 'simple' kiss would have made it perfectly clear. He had tried to avoid thinking ahead to what it would be like when they were all together, but right then he knew that this was a gift and not something he'd ever be jealous of. That they wanted him to be a part of their lives together... he felt nothing but blessed. Seeing the two of them like this had converted the slight tingling he'd been feeling into a slow steady hum of pleasure. When Shawn turned to him and laid claim to his mouth as well, he had to fight his instinctive desire to carry Shawn off to the nearest bed, dragging Hunter along with them if necessary. Hell he would have been content with being able to stay right here, just as long as they were somewhere they could touch to their hearts desire and not have to worry about interruptions, schedules, or prying eyes. They would have that tonight, but the wait was going to severely strain his already strung-out nerves. Closing his eyes, he bit down on the temptation to control the kiss and let Shawn dictate the pace. Slow, sensual... he felt like he was lost in a fog once Shawn pulled away. "I look forward to returning your favour, Dave. Sooner rather than later, I hope." With a groan, he turned and laid his forehead against Hunter's shoulder. "You two are going to be the death of me, but at least I'm going to die a very happy man." Though the words were mumbled against Hunter's shirt, he was sure they'd both caught the gist of what he'd said. Patting Shawn's backside gently, he looked up at the blond perched on his lap. "Up with you now, or I'm going to ignore Vince's rules and keep you both here indefinitely and that's not going to help when he hears our news I'm guessing." Just for the hell of it, since he was in such a good mood, he gripped his hands at Shawn's hips and with a deft maneuver deposited Shawn in Hunter's lap. It might only last for a moment, depending on Hunter, but it sure was a pretty sight to see regardless. **** Hunter could feel the heat from their bodies like they were a bonfire, his face warmed, his body relaxing into that comforting feeling. Shawn's hand at his neck didn't surprise him this time, nor the lips on his, giving him a slow, deep acknowledgement of love and passion he might actually deserve. Hunt blinked a little as Shawn pulled away, the heart in his throat adding to the tightness he'd felt since Shawn's hand had touched his face moments before. The pressure in his lungs eased a little as Shawn gave Dave a similar promise with his mouth and hands. Sure the pressure, and blood, headed to a different destination, but that one wasn't so hard to manage, no pun intended. He'd been stifling his desires for years, he could easily control himself when they were all dressed and on the clock. But he wanted to show his affections as well as just be on the receiving end. Leaning forward slightly, Hunter gently kissed the side of first Dave's neck, then Shawn's. Tiny gestures, probably lost to the men so blatantly enjoying each other, but a veritable leap for Hunter. He also stroked a hand from Shawn's shoulder, down his curved spine to rest on his tailbone. It was more like a comforting caress than a sexual one, but it got a small shiver in response so Hunter was pleased. Dave buried his face in Hunter's shirt just as the blond was getting ready to move away. Shaking his head ruefully at Dave's impeccable timing, Hunt draped an arm across the broad shoulders in such nice proximity to his and dropped a kiss on the back of the 'animal's' head. Up with you now, This one Hunt didn't see coming. Reflexes kicked in and he caught Shawn around the waist to stop his lover from tumbling to the floor in an undignified heap. Although given Shawn's inherent grace, he'd probably look good doing that too. Despite his surprise the last thing he wanted to do was push Shawn away, so he tightened his arms, cuddling the smaller man close until their noses touched. "Hey Darling," he smiled. This was what he was used to, holding Shawn, loving him with his eyes and words, while letting his body simply indulge in the closeness of physical contact. They really better move soon, but this had been too nice an interlude to spoil by looking at his watch. "Shall we?" It was an invitation to leave, but Hunter would let Shawn decide if they were moving. He wasn't running yet, but he might soon. Better to leave the decision to someone with their head on straight. Hunter just didn't know which of the three of them could make that claim at the moment. **** "Thanks. That... means a lot." He continued smiling as Mark walked away. Honestly he didn't expect Mark to take him up on his offer. The man was so damn silent all the time that it was hard to read him... only his long time with the man had allowed him any insight at all. Then again maybe Mark would surprise him. After all the bitching the man had heard from him after Chris had jumped to Raw, he would be happy to return the favor and let Mark bend his ear if needed. Then he'd been a sounding board once again after things went bad with Terry, though true to his stubborn nature he hadn't listened when Mark had said that Terry was an ass and always would be. He wondered a moment over Mark's surprise. That seemed an unusual reaction... Adam's first guess would have been sadness or a slight degree of upset. More than likely he wasn't supposed to have noticed it at all, but he was pretty sure it wasn't because Shawn was taking up with someone. That had happened before even if it hadn't been loudly advertised and Mark had shown little to no reaction. Adam had to assume that it was the person of choice that had surprised Mark and that made him wonder just what he'd missed. Maybe he was slipping. Pulling one of a half dozen pair of sunglasses from his bag, he put them on as he approached the glass doors to the foyer. It was a nice bright sunny day so far and he wished for a moment that he and Chris could run off to a beach somewhere and spend the day quietly. Wasn't going to happen though... maybe while they were at home. "Hey beautiful. Shame, but he couldn't afford me. Looks like you're stuck with this naughty cat a little longer." The words breathed against his nape made him shiver and smile at the same time. Such a tragedy to be 'stuck' with Chris. Not hardly. Turning his head, his cheek just a breath away from Chris' mouth, he replied quietly without thought. "He could have offered everything he owned and still not come close. Can't put a price on something priceless." Whoa. Serious much? Maybe too much for where they were. Ever aware of the people around them he turned instead of leaning back into Chris' body as was his want. Time to lighten things up or they'd end up in Vince's office for a big lecture. "Does this mean I don't get my coat and hat? I was thinking about using them as my new ring gear." "So... crisis averted or do we have a roommate for the night?" Despite what Chris had said earlier, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't actually make Austin sleep in his car. Adam wasn't thrilled with the notion, but he was Chris' friend so if it ended up being the result he'd deal with it. He wouldn't come straight out and ask about whatever was bothering Austin either. It obviously wasn't something Austin wanted to advertise or he'd have been his normal bitchy self and fuck anyone that didn't want to listen to his complaints. Must be a woman... or a guy he supposed. Either one would apparently do where Steve was concerned although if Adam had to guess the man or woman in question had Austin second-guessing himself. Before Chris could answer him, Ty and Jay passed by them on the way to the car. Things were still tense there or so it seemed. Adam sighed as he looked at the pair. He'd have to grab Jay later at the arena and make him spill his guts. There was definitely something wrong and he wanted to help. Tossing an arm around Chris' shoulders, he turned towards the doors. "Guess we better get out there before they forget we're supposed to be riding with them." **** "Mmm." The softly satisfied noise escaped before Shawn realised he was making it, but all he could do was smile as Hunter's arms closed around him, holding him close. He could see Dave's smug expression from his new position, and stuck his tongue out at the man, laughing quietly. "Hey Darling." The simple endearment nearly made Shawn's heart melt. After so long, so many years of wishing for this... he couldn't believe that he had it. Well, he hadn't had it yet, but still. He'd see about that later tonight, most definitely... after he saw to Dave's little surprise. Good thing for his new lovers that he had an oral fixation. His own thoughts made his smile widen, and he met Hunter's eyes, seeing a familiar sparkle in the whiskey-toned depths... and realised suddenly what that sparkle meant, what it had always meant. The sudden squeeze to his heart took his breath away for a moment and he bowed his head forward, leaning against Hunter's forehead. The simple act of touching Hunter wasn't new, or even that of Hunter touching him... but with the knowledge they shared now, every simple familiar touch took on new meaning. Finally, Shawn understood why Scott still shivered a little every single time Kevin touched his arm, or why Kevin's eyes still glowed whenever Scott cocked his head at him and called him "chico". It wasn't the mere action, so mundane and familiar to those around them... it was the meaning behind them that only they knew. He cast a sidelong glance at Dave, wondering just how the Animal would react next time Shawn clapped him on the back in public. "Shall we?" A sigh. Reluctantly, unwilling to give up his comfortable seat but knowing that they had to get moving, Shawn scooted back, standing up and holding his hands out to Hunter to help him up. Considering what Hunter had to talk to the man about, they didn't need to push any of Vince's buttons beforehand. He'd be pissy enough anyway. "Since we must..." Turning to Dave, Shawn let his eyes show the emotions he was feeling, knowing that the big man still needed some reassurance. Reaching out and stroking a hand down Dave's arm, he forced himself to suppress the temptation of sliding to his knees right here and now and finding out just what their Animal tasted like. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to wait until they got back to the hotel after the show, but he knew that he wanted to be able to give his lover the time he deserved, too. Letting some of that longing show, he said, "Well... we should get going. Before we give into temptation and get ourselves into trouble." Heading out the door, he held it open as the other two walked by, content to follow them down the hall to the elevator. After all, that way he got to appreciate their... assets. **** "...Although just for food at the moment." Kevin smirked back at his lover, knowing full well what he'd rather be tasting... but knowing that the game they were playing today would lead to one hell of a memorable night. Leaning forward to suck the peach slice out of Scott's fingers, he made a quiet noise in the back of his throat at the surprisingly sweet taste. Chewing and swallowing, he held Scott's arm still with a loose grasp and lapped the juices off his fingers, making sure to swirl his tongue over every inch of flesh. "I've got a craving for a big ol' crème puff." Kev's eyes narrowed at the grin on Scott's face and he growled softly. He wasn't about to deny what Scott was implying: He was a softy, especially for Scott... but hardly ever did his lover actually say something like that. Scott was pushing his luck, apparently, to see just how far he could push Kevin today. Well, then. Tucking that little line in the back of his mind for later recall, he resolved not to give Scotty the satisfaction of any further reaction to it... for now. But just because of what had happened that morning, didn't mean that Scott wasn't due his turn. That thought brought a small curve to his lips, and he picked up a strawberry and held it out to Scott. His lover responded in kind, and even though Kevin had been expecting it, the feeling of that tongue sliding over his skin never failed to provoke a reaction in him. Of course, Scott could provoke a reaction in him just by saying his name, too. The things that man could do with his voice were positively indecent sometimes. They teased each other through their lunch, leisurely enjoying each other's company. Finally, as Kevin swallowed the last grape in a semi-reclining position, Scott nestled up against him, he let himself indulge in simply looking at Scott. The relaxation almost pouring out of the man made him happy; he was far too used still to seeing unhappy tenseness there... or drunken looseness. He ran his hand down Scott's shoulder before wrapping his arm around him, content in the moment. Until he caught sight of the clock almost hidden behind their discarded dishes. "Damn," he said softly. Feeling Scott shift against him, he met his lover's quizzical gaze with a resigned expression. "We need to get going. If we're not at the arena by the time the promos start, we'll hear about it." He brushed a kiss against Scott's temple before reluctantly releasing him and sitting up. "Wonder why Vince insisted we come to this taping, anyway. It's not like he needs us for anything tonight." **** Can't put a price on something priceless. Oh wow. That wasn't just the nicest thing Adam had ever said to him, that was the most complimentary thing anyone had ever said. The words made Chris' heart turn to a strange, mushy substance and his breathing halt for a moment. He leaned his cheek against Adam's shoulder blade and shut his eyes, savouring what CJ realised was a 'moment'. He'd never really had one until now, a fraction of time you wanted to imprint in your memory like a stained glass window. An image of colours and feelings that you could drag out in the future and think, "hey, remember when Adam said...." It was the first of what Chris hoped might be many such moments with Adam. The first and definitely the best. I don't get my coat and hat? Yeah, well. Even 'moments' had to end. Laughing at their game, Chris promised himself that he'd track down their old costumer and find one of the Godfather's outfits as soon as possible. He'd try to get a purple one if he could, but yellow would be awesome as well. It freaked him out a little that the thing he wanted to dress Adam up in was a loud coat and furry hat, rather than a vinyl soldier's outfit, but their relationship was weird anyway, so this was nothing new. It took less than a minute to load themselves into their car. Austin was chauffeured to the arena as usual. It never ceased to amaze CJ that such a rough nut redneck like Steve was so incredibly wealthy. He wouldn't seem so on first meeting, but the guy could buy and sell the whole fucking hotel for gawd's sake without his accountant giving a hiccup. Luckily it hadn't messed with his head like some of the older WWE superstars. Steve was embarrassingly normal for such a star, this morning's freak out being a prime example of money not meaning shit in the real world. Chris however, despite his own healthy income, sat in the back seat of a rental car with Adam and tried not to tear the armrest off the door with his fingernails. Jay Reso was almost driving. That was about the nicest possible term CJ could come up with to describe his friend's lack of talent when operating a vehicle. That he made the car go in a straight line was something of an achievement in Chris' book, that they didn't have an accident was a fucking miracle. Jay drove emotionally rather than mentally, his feelings, which at this time were obviously angry and frustrated were spilling out of him, traveling through the chassis of the car and affecting everything in a ten foot radius. Luckily there wasn't much traffic, or they'd be involved in a COPS-like road rage incident for sure. Fortunately they only let Jay drive on the short trips between arena and hotel etc., because there was no way in hell he'd be allowed near an interstate. At least not with willing passengers. Ten harrowing minutes later, Chris and Adam tumbled out onto solid ground and CJ almost fell to his knees a la the Pope, in thanks for his very life. It was an exaggeration sure, but every time Jay drove he swore 'never again', he liked his life right now too much to risk losing it. Exchanging a look of pained understanding with Adam, CJ collected his wits and put on his best flirty look at they walked through the employees' entrance of the arena. "Would you like to share my dressing room Babe? Or maybe not," Chris corrected after a moment of thought. "We are supposed to dress after taking our clothes off in these things and that's a step I might be unable to complete." It wasn't a RAW taping and CJ knew he would likely be in the main locker room anyway, but Adam was his lover after all and finally being able to flirt like a madman with him was fantastic and liberating all at the same time. He and Adam were together with a capital T and Chris didn't care who knew it. **** He smiled smugly at first, neither had been expecting his actions obviously though both had adjusted quickly to the new position. Thankfully Hunter hadn't stood up and dumped Shawn on the floor... that would have been bad. Instead he was now grinning over Shawn's reaction. And then he was holding onto that grin for dear life as the two looked at each other. Everything they felt for each other was laid bare in their eyes and for just a moment he felt intimidated. It wasn't a familiar emotion for him. He could count on one hand the number of times he could actually remember experiencing it. He managed to squelch the emotion with his next breath. They wanted him to be with them and it was better that they felt comfortable having this exchange of emotions in front of him. If they tried to hide it, or save it for moments when he wasn't there, it would only make him regret their having to do so. It didn't stop him from hoping that he'd be on the receiving end of one of those looks someday. He could honestly say that he was capable of giving one to either of them. Right then and there he admitted to himself that he loved both of them. It wasn't a flash in the pan love at first sight... the feelings had been there beneath the surface for awhile. He'd just refused to give them names until now. What he felt for Hunter was deep, cultivated during the time they had worked together. Hunter marrying Stephanie hadn't changed his growing feelings, it had just necessitated that he keep them to himself, burying them where even he wouldn't look too closely. Shawn, what he felt for him, was newer granted, but no less powerful. Question was... when would he actually get up the nerve to tell them. Just coming right out and saying "I love you both", at least the first time he said it, made his romantic side twitch. Maybe if he thought about it awhile he could come up with something. It really wasn't like he was procrastinating... honest. "Since we must..." Wow. Had he spaced out there or what? Forcing down the instinctive shiver that Shawn's touch provoked, Dave simply smiled at him. Didn't need to give Shawn any more encouragement to stay right where they were or they'd never get out of here. Pushing himself to his feet, he followed Hunter out the door that Shawn was holding open for them, still somewhat caught up in his thoughts. As they entered the elevator, Dave leaned back against the wall casually. The doors slid shut behind Shawn and Dave cast a speculative look at Hunter. He could repeat his earlier actions, but then he so hated being predictable. Hunter twitched under his stare and Dave just continued looking at him, a wicked smile in place. No jumping on Hunter in the elevator this time... he'd save it for the arena when Hunter wasn't expecting it. **** With a deft flick, he adjusted the white cuff peeking out from beneath his black jacket. Far more formal attire than he was used too, but given the dress code at the WWE, one he was just on the verge of passing. Just. This was the third week in a row they'd had a meeting. Three weeks he'd been on fuckin' tenterhooks about whether he would have the chance to work here or not. Probably not, given that Vince, Patterson and that cock-sucker Melrose the Contract Advisor were bringing him back for another raking over the coals. But... if they were giving him a chance, just another god-damned chance, he'd prove to Vince that he was worth the gamble. He would, he would. Because if he didn't, if they didn't, he may as well just walk in front of a bus, because he had no-where else to go. No-one else he wanted to be, than the person he could be here. Looking down the corridor he realised, thank fuck, that no-one was here yet. Running into any WWE talent right now would be a nightmare he really didn't have the focus to deal with. They could all go fuck themselves as well, as far as he was concerned. Vince was his focus now. Melrose would shut the fuck up if Vince made a decision, so Vince was his one and only priority. He'd do this. He had too. Fuck the world, he'd show them. **** His entire body immediately went on growl alert. He'd known it was coming and he still hadn't been prepared for it. Damn the things Kev did to him with one tiny little sound. Not surprising though when sometimes all Kev had to do was look at him in that certain way to have him tied up in knots. Kevin wasn't going to retaliate... at least not right now. It took Scott a full minute of looking at the smile on his face before he had figured that out. Oh god. Torture... and one of his favorite kinds at that. Anticipation was a strong aphrodisiac. Even as he bit into the strawberry offered with Kevin's fingers it was there. It would build incrementally until Kevin exacted his playful revenge. Thoughts of the possibilities flew through his head as he licked the juice from the berry off Kevin's fingers. Lingeringly he let his tongue slide over Kevin's fingers, fastidiously claiming each drop that was mingled with the taste of Kevin's skin. Each in turn offered another delight for the other's consumption. It was comfortable yet full of sensual moments that would add to one another until they reached overflowing. As he offered up the last grape to Kevin, he moved closer. How many nights had he laid in the clinic and wished for moments like this? The comforting heat of Kevin's body pervading his own. How many nights had he spent alone at his own home until he'd had the nerve to seek Kevin out and make his apologies? Even one was too many as far as Scott was concerned. He'd missed this even though these moments had been farther between when they were together before. Thankfully it seemed that they were past the point where displays such as this were too emotionally charged. He'd wallow in them to his heart's content now and not take them for granted again. "We need to get going. If we're not at the arena by the time the promos start, we'll hear about it." Scott sighed quietly, knowing they really had no choice. He couldn't figure out why Vince wanted them there either, but with Vince it was hard telling. Maybe he'd finally decided on a program for them rather than having them do random promos until they figured something out... most likely something to be started after the PPV. "I need to talk to Vince anyway Kevin. I should have done it last night before we left," he said with a grimace as he pushed himself off the bed. "If I know Hunter, he's already had words with Vince about it, and as much as I appreciate it, it isn't his responsibility. Tonight is as good a time as any to take care of it." Grabbing the bag with their gear in it, Scott reached out and grabbed Kevin's hand on the way to the door. "Let's just hope he's in a good mood tonight. I have a feeling Hunter's going to have to be having a talk with him tonight as well. I'd almost pay to see his reaction to that little bombshell." Smiling up at Kev as they headed into the elevator, he kept a firm hold on Kevin's hand. Maybe it was a good thing that they had to be there, he wouldn't want to miss all the fun. **** to be continued... |