"ITVR: Chapter 5"
Admissions.
By Jadedoll, Penumbren, & Raising Kane
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..ever touch my ass again I'll take great pleasure in spitting you with a pool stick... Damn, Austin had known there was a reason he'd liked Adam. They'd never worked a significant programme but he'd seen that the 'crazy blond' had more going on upstairs than most. That whole vampire thing had been one hell of a 'look' and Steve could respect a guy in touch with his dark side. Still...he might even risk that pool stick for another feel. Then again looking at that grin...maybe not. Austin drank while he waited for Edge's answer to his question. looked a little...depressed earlier......in order to cheer him up So. He'd thought Kitten had been more full-on than usual lately. Chris had armour that had been pretty hardened over the years and Austin felt it was his responsibility to lighten his Kitten up. The whole thing with the pool game guy had been Austin's way of poking a genuine reaction from Chris, rather than an actual romantic possibility. Hell, he'd pound anyone into dust who touched the blond without CJ's permission. And now tall, dark and scary was giving up sex to cheer Chris up? Nice, very nice indeed if Adam was coming out of the shadows for someone else's benefit. He smiled into Edge's question, "Sure okay. Keep my hands above the table." He rolled his eyes in his best, if you don't want me you must be frigid look, hoping to get a bite from the tall blond. Being obnoxious was just one of his many talents. **** Chris weaved his way back through the crowd towards the bar, ignoring the lure of the dance floor and Mac's invite to join them on stage later. Tonight he was going to devote himself to showing Adam a good, totally non-sexual, time. Oh Christ! Austin looked like he wanted to climb into Edge's lap. No, no, no, no no. If Steve pissed Adam off enough he might leave and the bald Texan had that shit-stirring look to his face that made people want to kill him. Riffling his fingers through his hair, Chris leaned against the bar on Adam's other side, trying to take attention away from the bald man. Due to the crush for alcohol, his chest and hips were pushed against Adam, probably too close to be polite. Hoping his silvered pants were tight enough to control the potential bulge Edge's nearness would cause, he sipped the beer the other blond indicated was his. Looking across Adam's back, he spotted the girls on the dance floor. Trish waved and gestured him over, but he lifted his beer to indicate 'fluids first'. She pouted but was lost again in the crush of dancers. He had to lean close to Adam's ear to make himself heard over the noise. "They're on in about twenty. I said I'd stay for the first set, that okay with you?" Chris knew it was presumptuous to think that Adam would hang around just because he wanted to stay, but he hoped that the other man would enjoy himself enough when Mac and his band came. He might even stick around all night. CJ was itching to dance, to relive some of the cloudy mood that had covered him recently. With the Clique back together, Chris' long-time crush on Shawn had raised its head again, and his feelings of separation with them. The Clique was legendary but maybe... he eyed the men beside him, then thought of Jay and Trish running wild somewhere in the club. Maybe other cliques could become legends too. He downed the last of his beer and waited for Adam to finish his. As soon as the glass hit the bar he was dragging Adam away by the hand. Away from Steve's influence and onto that dance floor. **** When Austin rolled his eyes, Adam simply smirked and shook his head. Obnoxious little bastard...though Adam suspected that at least half of it was by design rather than true character. Austin would have no problems at all finding someone else to take back to the hotel with him that night if that's what he really wanted so Adam felt not sorry at all for putting himself off limits. In fact he might just be nice enough to help Steve in that endeavor, he thought to himself. He just had to find the perfect specimen first. He'd been about to look for such a person when he felt Chris pressing up against his back. Adam tried to suppress his instant reaction with little success. Chris' heated breath blowing against his ear as he spoke was almost more than he could stand. Fighting the urge to bolt before he could do something stupid, like grab Chris and kiss the breath out of him, Adam concentrated on the question he was asking instead. "...that okay with you?" Adam nodded and smiled at Chris in reply rather than taking the risk of getting to close to Chris' mouth at the moment. He was going to have to try to remember that this was not about getting Chris back to the hotel and into a bed as soon as possible, though the idea did have merit. No! Chris was off-limits and Adam had to remember that. He scanned the room for a likely candidate for his little plan rather than jumping Chris right there at the bar. Pity. When Chris grabbed his hand and led him towards the dance floor, Adam spotted an unlikely duo sitting at a table to the side. He had no clue why they were here, but he was pretty sure he could talk them into helping out with a little financial incentive. Unless Steve honestly had meant "anything with a hole", these two should manage to disturb his calm façade just a bit. Tugging his hand from Chris' as they hit the edge of the dance floor, Adam indicated that Chris should go ahead and he would be back in just one minute. Skirting the dance floor, he knelt between the chairs of Rosey and Shane Helms. They looked at him like he was insane when he indicated the bald Texan at the bar, but when he explained his plan they both started laughing. Of course the flash of green in his hand made it completely worth their while. Slipping back onto the dance floor, Adam sidled up behind Chris and wrapped his arms around his waist to slow his movements while he spoke. Of course he wasn't thinking beforehand about the effects of pressing his body full length against the blond's from behind. He spoke hurriedly so that he could get his mind and his body off of Chris. "The original plan, when I thought he was straight, was to throw myself in Steve's lap and come on to him, but since it's likely he'd take me up on it? No way. Mostly because he's not really my type and partly because he's company and I don't mess with co-workers anymore. So instead I paid Rosey and Helms to chase him around the bar all night propositioning him." Smiling into the blond's hair, Adam let himself linger for just a moment before letting go of his waist. Hopefully Chris would like his plan and they could have a huge laugh over it for the rest of the night. ***** Across the bar, Shane Helms approached Steve Austin. Adam sure had a great sense of humor and the two hundred he'd offered for the little prank was incentive enough to carry it through. Looking up at the man sipping his beer, Shane smiled flirtatiously at the bald man. "Hey, Steve. All alone for the moment, huh? How about me and my partner do something about that for you?" Just then a large hand smoothed over the top of Steve's bald head as a large body pressed flush to his from behind. "Yeah, how 'bout it Steve. Shane and I work really well together. Up for a handicap match?" **** Austin was happily watching those lovely breasts bounce up and down when he heard the voice at his ear. He'd been hoping to get the girl to go for ice, thus getting her to lean forward two feet in front of him. "How about me and my partner do something about that for you?" Wha..? Shane Helms was whispering in his ear and offering....wait a damn minute! Partner? Austin nearly leapt onto the bar as Rosey's hand landed on his skull. Instead he spun on his seat fast enough, that his momentum pushed the huge man back....but only an inch or so. "What the fuck?" he yelled at Rosey. "Yer asking me to join ya tonight?" Although he might consider Shane a potential playmate, the little guy did freak him out a bit with the green thing. Rosey on the other hand was just.....scary. He might do anything that moved and if it didn't move he'd push it, but he drew the line somewhere. For all that it was a 'look', these two liked dressing in capes just a little to much for Steve's liking. Backing away from them, he kept his ass to the bar and his beer a shield between them. "No thanks Boys, I ain't gonna be the Commissioner Gordon to yer Dynamic Duo. Thanks all the same." That'd been just...weird. And kinda creepy. Normally the guys who hit on Austin were little boy types who wanted a big mean beast to take 'em home and show 'em whose boss. Crazy guys from his work just didn't come onto his radar. Chugging the last of his beer, he left the glass on a convenient table and headed onto the dance floor. He could always use Kitten as protection if it came to it. **** He lost Adam's hand somewhere during the push through the crowd. Looking back, he spotted the man moving intently towards a table on the far side of the room. Oh, yeah okay. Chris continued onto the dance floor, trying not to let ridiculous disappointment sour his mood. Adam probably just saw someone he knows or something, he reasoned. Of course that was unlikely, because he doesn't live anywhere near New York! Well, it looked like his luck held out for all of an hour this time, at least. Still, he could take Mac up on his offer and do a few songs later. He could back-up Mac's voice pretty well and singing always distracted him from his moods. Chris moved through the press of bodies and found Trish, hair flying and ass shaking. Joining the girls, he let the beat swirl him into its wild rhythm. So…what if a guy he liked had dumped him to try and score? He was just a friend that had offered a lift after all, not like they were together or anything. Totally lost in the music, his wild dance was interrupted bye a full body shock as Adam wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed against his back. He'd known it was Edge straight away, not a single doubt for a moment. to chase him around the bar all night propositioning him The huge grin Chris had sported on Adam' return fell when he heard about the rules. Fair enough, so that was maybe the reason he was normally so cool around CJ. Maybe. Jericho had put it down to plain disinterest and it probably was, but at least now he could convince himself it was just Adam not mixing business with pleasure. CJ pinned his smile back in place, both for Trish's raised eyebrow and to turn around, immediately missing the warm arms that were even now retreating to a friend distance. "Paid! God Adam don't spend your money on that." He hadn't expected Adam to do anything above teasing the bald man a bit. Shooting a look he laughed out loud at the sight of Austin, plastered to the bar, trying to inch his way out of Rosey's clutches. "But money well spent," he agreed, pointing to the bar. "That'll teach him to sic hairy backed bikers on me." Feeling a hell of a lot better than he did five minutes ago, and a million times better than an hour ago, Chris stated dancing again. Using his backward momentum to clear a space near the girls, he brought Adam into their little group. He couldn't help but snatch quick glances at the taller man, all lean and black clad, as they danced, although CJ mostly jumped and waved his arms a lot to this kind of hard rock and roll. He and Trish yelled lyrics into each others faces while Molly, short spiked hair wild, was head-banging. This was much better. **** Shawn watched Kevin walk away, wondering what in the hell kept him from throwing himself into his friend's arms. Why did he snap and bitch and push people away who wanted to help him? His mouth twisted and he pulled his gaze away, leaning his head back against the side of the limo and closing his eyes again. His real problem was that he never knew what he wanted. He loved Hunter, always had. Had he ever done anything about it? No. He hadn't wanted to mess up their friendship and he still didn't. And now Hunt was married... even if there was something strange about that marriage. He loved Steph like a little sister; hell, she practically was. He'd watched her and Shane grow up, after all. But Hunt never seemed to want anything more from him anyway... there'd been a few interesting moments, like kisses stolen in the ring under the pretext of their gimmick, or drunken gropes easily passed off as "accidental", but Hunter had never really looked at him as anything but a friend. Shifting, Shawn sighed. His own damned mask would've made sure that he didn't see the truth anyway. HBK was great, HBK had made his career. But HBK had ruined his life, too. Bret had been a good friend at one point, before HBK took over and not assisted but suggested screwing him over. Marty had been so much more than a friend... until HBK came along and kicked him through a window, never mind that he was ripping out Shawn's heart along with it. But to be honest, he couldn't blame his personal problems on HBK alone. His ring personality was him, after all, just him multiplied exponentially. Why he couldn't rein his ego in and control his mouth more, he'd never know. And Dave... Shawn's shoulders drooped at the thought. Dave had incredible talent, great charisma, and was a helluva good guy. He was somebody who faced the world head-on and didn't hesitate to express his opinions. But he would always stop to help his friends, even at his own expense. He didn't seem to have that damned mask like everyone else did. Well, everyone but Kevin, Shawn amended. But Kevin had always been able to bull his way through things with a goofy grin and unexpectedly canny political skills. And now that Scotty wasn't drowning at the bottom of a bottle, he suspected that Scott would be able to get by without having to don a mask, too. Admitting the truth hurt, Shawn thought bitterly. He'd been interested in Dave, at least physically, since he'd first seen the man. Who wouldn't be? But he'd never acted on it. He'd tried too often and learned too well that caring just lead to hurt. That might even have been why nothing ever happened with Jericho; he might've just overlooked any signs that were there because he was so wrapped up in his comeback and in the belief that no one wanted him. So what happened when he finally realised that Dave was interested in him? He opened his big mouth and out came HBK. Sure, everybody wanted him... but nobody ever wanted to stay with him, and no one ever seemed to realise that the golden boy was starting to go grey around the edges, or that while he was always the center of flirting, he always went home alone. Lord, how bitter and angry could he sound? He felt like rolling his eyes at his own internal diatribe. He was lonely, he was getting older, and things didn't look to be changing. In almost twenty years, he'd never figured out how to control his mouth, and that was always the major problem. A sudden touch on his arm made his eyes fly open and he stared, speechless, as Dave started talking. "...he loves you...the same way you love him." Blink. What? Something inside him burst open, flooding him with confusion as he tried to understand what he'd just been told. Even as Dave's words started to coalesce in his shocked mind, started to make sense to him, he was bombarded with more. "Not that HBK isn't great, but I was interested in you, Shawn, not him..." Shawn's eyes widened as Dave said exactly what he'd always wanted to hear... as he turned away. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he started to reach out. Dave wanted him? But... but he'd also said that Hunter... Hunt loved him? And how did Dave know how he felt about Hunter? He'd never told anyone, never verbalised it, never even written it down. He'd given up on that years ago. And now Dave was saying that he was interested in Shawn, not HBK, but he was leaving... again. And then Hunter was there, with his best-friend-trying-to-help face, pushing Dave back toward him and saying something about... dinner? Shawn bit back an almost hysterical laugh. Dinner? With the three of them? Now? "C'mon....food." He finally found his voice. "Sure, Hunt. Whatever you say." He couldn't look at Dave, couldn't handle seeing whatever the big man's face might be showing. Hell, he wasn't sure what his face was showing. How had they gone from a tentative date to this? Wait. Taking a deep breath, Shawn got into the limo as the driver came around to put his bag away and Hunter told him whatever their destination was. He rolled up the privacy screen and waited until Dave and Hunter were seated and the door was shut. Then he leaned forward, finally looking at each of them, and said quietly, "We have to talk. All of three of us." He was proud that he was able to keep his voice fairly steady. Looking at Dave, he said earnestly, "I'm sorry for earlier, Dave. I... I can't always control HBK. I really would like to have dinner with you." He paused before he looked at Hunter, surprised by how difficult it was to do so. "Hunt... I... Dave..." His voice failed him, and he looked back at Dave. "Dave... tell him what you told me. Please. And... and don't assume anything. Okay?" He knew his voice had gone thin, had wavered there at the end, but he couldn't help it. At the moment, he was probably deep in shock because he didn't feel anything, but he could feel his pent-up emotions hammering at the thin wall and didn't know what would happen when they finally broke through. **** "Ready to go rock the limo, Kev?" Kevin felt himself relaxing just from Scott's touch. He could tell that his lover was upset about something, but respected the fact that he obviously didn't want to talk about it just yet. Instead, he turned and smirked at Scott. "More than ready." He tilted his head so that he could kiss Scott's lips, purposefully keeping it short and teasing. "We're sharing a ride with Glen and Sean, though... just so you know." He pulled Scott tight up against him and felt his body stir again as his hand wandered down to Scott's ass and squeezed. Running his other hand through Scott's hair, Kevin tilted his lover's head back and licked at his lips, nibbling at the lower one until they parted, allowing him entrance. With a low growl, he plundered Scott's mouth, losing himself in the other man until he had to come up for air. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he let his eyes slide over Scott, enjoying the view. The sight of his lover, breathless and flushed, his eyes wide and dark, never failed to make him react. He tightened his embrace and ground his hips against Scotty's as he licked delicately at his ear, tracing the whorls with his tongue. "When we get back to the hotel, I am going to lock the door, strip you naked, and taste every inch of your body. I'm going to make you beg, Scotty... make you scream," Kevin whispered hoarsely, his breath puffing against Scott's ear. The sound of car doors slamming reminded him of where they were and reluctantly, he forced himself to pull away from his lover. As shameless as he was, and as much as he loved being the center of attention, he wasn't about to have sex with Scott in a parking garage. Taking a deep breath and telling himself that they didn't have much longer to wait, Kevin belatedly remembered that Scott had been concerned about Dave for some reason. "Oh yeah..." Clearing his throat, he tried not to sound as though he were drowning in lust for the incredibly gorgeous guy he was holding in his arms. "Hunt's taking Shawn and Dave out to dinner." He heard a car engine start and out of the corner of his eye saw one of the limos start moving. "Guess that's them leaving now." **** "Damn," Eddie breathed, pausing. Chris stopped and followed his gaze, his eyes widening. He nodded. "Yeah." They stood for a long moment, watching Scott and Kevin devour each other, lost to their surroundings. When the two Outsiders broke apart, Chris blinked and glanced at his lover, nudging him. "C'mon, let's go. As nice as the scenery is around here, I'd like to enjoy something a little more familiar," Chris said softly, a smirk quirking the corners of his lips. Eddie shook his head a little and grinned at Chris, turning so that he could put both of his hands on Benoit's hips. "What, ese, you don't like to watch, sometimes? Maybe I should put on a little show for you tonight, eh?" His fingers skimmed across Chris's crotch, little teasing touches that were meant to provoke a reaction. When Eddie ran a finger down his thickening shaft, Chris gasped, glaring at his lover. Public displays of anything really weren't his style, but Eddie loved to try to provoke him. "Not here, Eddie." Glancing around, he noticed that the garage was emptying. "You can show me anything you'd like once we're back at the hotel." With one final caress, Eddie stepped back, still grinning. Someday... someday soon, he was going to get Chris so worked up that he'd let Eddie fuck him in the middle of the ring if necessary. But not tonight. Tonight, he wanted to get to know his lover all over again. And to do that... Eddie started toward their car at a rapid pace, but sent a quiet call over his shoulder. "Last one to the car has to take whatever the other one gives out!" Letting his bag slide off his shoulder, he ran to the car, waiting to hear... *thump* *thud* "Dammit, Eddie! That's cheating!" He managed not to laugh as Benoit came up to the car, glaring, carrying his bag in one hand. The dirt streaked on one knee told the story of what had happened. Benoit got in the car, tossing both of the bags in the back seat, and slumped against the seat, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked sullenly at Eddie. "You cheated." Eddie's laugh finally escaped and he started the car, shaking his head. "Chris, Chris... you should know by now that when I care about the outcome... I cheat to win." A groan was his only response. There was a long silence as they drove to the hotel. As Eddie parked the car and they got out, getting their suitcases out of the trunk, Benoit finally broke the silence. "I am not having sex in the elevator." "How about the lobby?" "No!" They quieted as they entered the lobby and checked in, getting their keycards. As they walked toward the elevator, Eddie cast a sideways glance at Benoit. "The balcony? I brought the handcuffs..." Eddie waggled his eyebrows at his lover. "Eddie!" Benoit's voice was horrified, but Eddie could see his lips starting to curve. "There's always the swimming pool," he offered. "No trunks, and I'm not skinny-dipping anywhere that has glass walls." They entered the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Eddie dropped the suitcase and went to his knees in front of Chris, pulling down the track pants his lover had chosen to wear. He smirked when he saw that Chris had also decided to forgo anything under them. "Eddie! Dammit, I said no sex in the elev--" Chris's protest was cut off by a strangled groan as Eddie sucked his rapidly-hardening cock into his mouth, making an appreciative noise at the taste. He moved quickly, not teasing as he worked his tongue around and over the sensitive head. Benoit's hands clenched in his hair and he felt his own body hardening as he listened to his lover's half-coherent words. When he heard the elevator chime, he pulled away and wiped his mouth with one hand while yanking Chris's pants back up with the other. He stood up as the doors opened and picked up his suitcase, ignoring Chris's barely-suppressed frustrated groan. Walking out, he nodded politely at the old lady who was waiting by the door and headed down the hall until he found their room. As he was swiping the card, Benoit caught up to him, glaring. "God dammit, Eddie, that wasn't funny! What if we'd been caught? That lady must've seen the condition I'm in! And now you're just leaving me hanging--" As the door opened, Eddie turned around, grabbed Chris by the waist, and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind them. He threw the bolt, then dropped his suitcase on the floor, and shoved Benoit up against the door, holding him there with his body. Rubbing his crotch against his lover's, smiling at the sound that escaped Chris at the sensation, he shook his head slowly. "No, no, no. I'm not leaving you hanging, ese. At least... not all night." Muffling Chris's groan with his lips, he grinned to himself. Much as he loved Chris, he loved torturing him even more... and cheating was well worth it if it meant that he got to make Chris lose his vaunted self-control. Pulling back enough to look him in the eyes, Eddie smiled. "Now... wasn't I supposed to give you a show...?" **** "...And I won't take No for an answer." Someone up there really had it in for him...that's the only reason that Dave could come up with for Hunter showing up before he'd been able to make his escape. He still wanted to run despite Hunter's proclamation, but the hand at his back nudging him in the direction of the car reinforced the message. Maybe Shawn would step in and suggest that just he and Hunter go have dinner. Dave could hope so anyway. "Sure, Hunt. Whatever you say." Oh yeah, he was screwed. Watching as Shawn ducked into the car, Dave fish-mouthed for a moment trying to come up with an excuse, any excuse, to get him out of this farce. Unfortunately his tired brain came up with exactly zilch. Looking at the ground he shook his head slightly and then followed Shawn into the car. Dave took a seat making sure that he left plenty of room between himself and Shawn and himself and wherever Hunter might sit. He was trying to avoid thinking about his feelings for either one of them and having to touch either of them no matter how innocently would not help him with that endeavor. As the limo started to roll forward, Dave wondered how the hell he managed to get himself into situations like this. This wasn't the first time he'd had an interest in a friend only to find out that said friend had feelings for another mutual friend of theirs, one that Dave had considered asking out at one point as well. The two friends had ended up together much to Dave's disappointment and were still together three years after the fact. He had no illusions that this was the same scenario happening all over again and he did not want to be caught in the middle of it. "I really would like to have dinner with you." Why? That was Dave's first reaction. Hadn't Shawn heard a word he'd just said? Maybe he'd want to trade stories about Hunter or something...god only knew, but Dave wasn't going to torture himself with hoping that it was actual personal interest in him despite the tone of Shawn's voice. He tried to keep his face passive waiting to see what else Shawn had to say before making any assumptions, but he just couldn't see any chance of this turning out with a happy ending for all three of them. "...And don't assume anything. Okay?" Dave's brows shot up to his non-existent hairline. Shawn wanted him to tell Hunter what he'd just said? More torture...maybe for the way he'd just kind of dropped it on Shawn. That had been kind of nasty of him, but he'd just wanted to get it over with and get out of there. "Shawn, I don't think..." Seeing the look on Shawn's face, Dave sighed and decided that saying it once more wouldn't hurt anything. He thought that Shawn should handle it, but maybe Shawn just couldn't. After rubbing his hands over his face, Dave looked at both of them and then let his eyes drop to the floor of the limo while he spoke. "Okay fine, I'll tell him. Look Hunter, I asked Shawn out earlier, but that was before I realized that...," Dave paused for a moment trying to think of a more tactful way of dropping the bomb on Hunter. "Shawn said that he needed to talk to you because there was obviously something going on with you. He thought maybe I could help. When I saw the way he looked at you earlier it just triggered something inside my head and I realized that I've never seen you happier than you are when you're with him. Never. I don't know why you married Stephanie, but it's not because you love her. Whether you'll admit it out loud or not you love Shawn and the more I thought about it I realized that he loves you too Hunter. I'm not the only one that's noticed so don't say it's just my imagination." Dave let those words settle with both men for a moment before he continued on. "You two may want to deny it, but now that I've figured out that Hunter isn't as straight as an arrow, looking back on it, it's obvious. If you two would just admit it to each other, then the two of you can figure out some way to be together. It would really help idiots like me from making the mistake I did earlier. If I'm going to date someone, I refuse to play second fiddle to the guy they're actually in love with." He couldn't really help it if he was making some assumptions. Despite the fact that he had feelings for Shawn and an interest in Hunter that he'd never really allowed himself to explore, he couldn't imagine actually being in love with two different guys and not favoring one over the other. With Shawn already in love with Hunter, any interest he might have in Dave would pale in comparison, right? **** "We're sharing a ride with Glen and Sean, though...." Scott was almost to the point that he didn't really care. It was just Sean and Glen after all and they knew all about Kev and him. It wasn't like they would be shocked at anything they'd see. Hell, Sean and Glen would most likely be even worse than they would. The hand on his ass and the way Kev kissed him didn't help at all in persuading him to behave himself during the ride to the hotel. "I'm going to make you beg, Scotty... make you scream." Scott whined quietly when Kevin pulled away from him. Hell, he was close to begging and screaming right now. He was to the point that if Kev had pushed him against the door and proceeded to do him right there in front of god and everyone, Scott wouldn't have complained in the least, but...he knew that as tempting as the idea might be, Kevin wouldn't do it. Hopefully the limo ride would be short and very, very quick. Just as he was about to grab Kev's hand and drag him over to the limo, Kevin spoke again. "Guess that's them leaving now." Oh fucking hell! He'd gotten so wrapped up in Kevin, as he always did, that he'd forgotten the need to intercept Shawn or Hunter before they left. And now Hunter was taking both Dave and Shawn out to dinner? Scott could just imagine the carnage that could ensue at that restaurant. Thank god he and Kev were going back to the hotel and not out to eat. Scott suppressed the hysterical laugh that wanted to pop out of him at that stupid thought. "He's...he's taking both of them? Are you sure?" Scott asked as he sagged against Kevin's side. When he screwed up, he really screwed up. Maybe Dave hadn't said anything to either of them yet. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe they should hurry back to the hotel so that they could be there when either Shawn or Hunter called them in hysterics. "Hey! We've really enjoyed the show, but would you two get your asses in the limo so that we can go back to the hotel now?" Sean's voice broke through Scott's thoughts of doom and gloom. Grabbing Kevin's hand he led him over to the limo and climbed inside. As soon as Kev sat next to him, Scott plastered himself up against Kevin's side, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour as he tried to come up with some way to explain everything to Kevin. Of course that wasn't going to happen until after Kev made him scream as promised. Then he'd confess his sins and hope that Kevin didn't get too upset with him. **** to be continued... |