By Penumbren

Disclaimer: No one is mine, darn it. But I'd happily buy HBK if they were selling him.
Distribution: ask first
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kevin Nash, Triple H, mentions of Scott Hall, Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho
Content: m/m relationships and sex, language, spanking.
Author's Notes: A sidestep to "Taking It Slow: Backstage Lessons." Part (6.5) of "Tearing Down the Walls." Sorry more of this isn't from Hunter's viewpoint, but he wasn't sharing as much as Kevin was. *g*

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The low murmur of Shawn's and Chris's voices from the front seat wove a soft counterpoint through the deafening silence in the back seat. Hunter hadn't spoken a word since they'd gotten in the car, and Kevin was starting to worry. /Okay, so he asked for this, but is he sure? We've only done something like this a couple of times before.../ Frowning slightly as he watched Hunter, moonlight silvering his hair through the window, he was aware of the occasional glances from Shawn, but ignored them. Finally, he shifted slightly and reached out to Hunter, putting his hand on Hunter's arm. Hunter started, then glanced sideways at him through his eyelashes.

"Hunter..." Kevin kept his voice soft, moving his hand up to cup Hunter's cheek. Hunter turned to look more fully at him, and Kev held out his other hand. He could see Hunter fighting his indecision for a long moment before he scooted over, next to Kevin, allowing him to wrap Hunter in his arms. Kevin bowed his head slightly and asked softly, "Hunter, are you sure about this?" He felt Hunter's shiver, and tightened his embrace. Hunter took a breath, then let it out on a long sigh and nodded slightly.

"Yeah. I... I need this, Kevin." His voice wasn't too steady, but Kevin saw the determination in his eyes. He nodded in return.

"You remember your safeword?" He couldn't help but smile slightly as he asked.

"Yeah." He could hear the hint of an answering smile in Hunter's voice. "Periwinkle."

"Good." They sat together in a lighter silence then. /I don't think Hunter's ever forgotten that word./ Kevin's lips curved as he remembered the indignant look on a much younger Hunter's face when Kevin had accused him of wearing lavender trunks at one of their first meetings.

"You've got to be bi, Hunt. No straight guy would wear lavender trunks," he'd teased, knowing that Shawn had a crush on Hunter but wasn't sure about him. He could see Scott next to him, fighting to keep a grin off his face, and mostly failing.

"They are not lavender!" Hunter had protested. Sensing a weakness, Kevin had dug in deeper.

"Yeah, they are."

"No, they're not!"

"What are they, then?" he'd challenged, Hunter obviously missing the twinkle in his eye.

"They're... they're..." Hunter had stumbled, searching for an alternative. His triumphant grin had warned Kevin. "They're periwinkle."

"Okay, you're right," he'd conceded. "But that just proves the point, Hunter. No straight guy would even know what colour periwinkle is, let alone admit to wearing it," he'd declared, suppressing a grin. Hunter had looked so hurt, but so cute, gaping at him speechlessly... until he'd crossed the space separating them and kissed him, ruthlessly taking advantage of his shock. He'd heard Scott laughing behind him, and when he pulled back, leaving Hunter even more shocked and still speechless, Scott had pulled Kevin down to kiss him in turn.

"See, chico? Kev knows what he's talking about... after all, he knew what colour they were," Scott informed Hunter, smirking. The dawning realization that he'd just been played had been priceless.

/I've always had a fondness for periwinkle.../ Kevin smiled down at Hunter, running his fingers through his lover's hair. They sat that way until they arrived at the hotel.

Shawn pulled the car into a parking spot, and Kevin was glad to see that there was no hoard of fans waiting for them. /I'm not sure either of us could handle that right now./ He reluctantly released Hunter, dropping a kiss on his forehead, then got out of the car and opened the trunk to get his bag. He heard Hunter get out and close the door, and then he was there picking up his own bag. Kevin glanced over at Shawn and shared a silent look. Shawn nodded, and he and Chris picked up their bags and headed into the hotel without waiting for them.

"Ready, Hunter?" he asked in a quiet rumble. Hunter nodded, not quite looking at him, and they walked into the hotel, Hunter half a pace behind Kevin. They were silent as they rode the elevator up to their floor, Kevin watching Hunter out of the corner of his eye. /He's already stripping away The Game, but I don't want him to get so into it that he freaks out. This isn't a normal thing for him, after all./

Kevin swiped the keycard and opened their door, gesturing Hunter through in front of him. He hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door before closing it, and turned to make sure that both locks were locked. He walked over to the bed and dropped his bag on the floor next to it. Hunter did the same on the other side, then stood there, silently watching Kevin. Kevin looked at him, seeing the nervousness he was trying to hide, and smiled crookedly as he waited.

Hunter looked more and more uncomfortable, finally looking at the floor as he muttered, "I... I can't, Kevin... I can't ask you..." His voice trailed off as he shifted his weight. Kevin took pity on him and walked around the bed to stand next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"I love you, Hunter," he said softly. Hunter looked up quickly, his eyes wide. "It's okay if you're nervous or scared. But you know I love you, and I wouldn't do anything to harm you." Kev leaned down and kissed him, then stepped back, letting his hand fall, and looked at Hunter again. Hunter frowned a little, then met his eyes for a split second before looking back down at the floor. Kevin smiled again, and his next words were gentle. "Go on, go get cleaned up. Come out when you're done, but don't bother getting dressed." Hunter trembled visibly at that, but nodded and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Kevin looked around the room, frowning in thought. He turned on all the lights, made sure that the window and curtains were completely closed, and stood looking down at the air conditioning unit. /What the hell. The whole point of this is to get him out of himself, and I'm not going to be able to do that if he's shivering the whole time./ He turned the air conditioning off, and nodded as he felt the room immediately begin to warm up. He pulled off his clothes as he headed back to the bed, letting them drop to the floor in a heap. Rummaging through his bag, he brought out his leather pants and belt, then placed a scarf on the bed and a few other necessary items on the table. He carefully laid the belt on the table next to the bed, and pulled on the pants, sitting in one of the chairs at the table to wait for Hunter.


Hunter stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself. He was still dripping from his hurried shower, but he'd stopped cold in the middle of reaching for a towel as he'd gotten a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He almost didn't recognize the reflection he was looking at. /That doesn't even look like me. Do I really look that hard, that cold?/ He frowned. /Kev's right. I do need to strip away The Game. I've been living my work too much lately. And tonight.../

At the thought of what awaited him, he shivered again, and watched in fascination as his reflection started to lose the mask that he'd been staring at. As arousal and dread started to fill him, his eyes widened slightly, and he had to tear his gaze away from the mirror, before he saw too much of his own raw feelings. He grabbed the towel and dried himself off, forcing himself not to think about what was about to happen. He ran a comb through his hair and brushed his teeth, then took a deep breath and opened the door, turning off the light.

He took a few steps into the room, then stopped, blinking at the light. He felt sweat break out all over his body as he took a breath, aware that the temperature in the room had risen quite a bit. He stared around the room, his gaze finally stopping on Kevin, reclining in the chair, waiting patiently for him. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Kevin, wearing only his leather pants, and more importantly, the leather belt on the table next to him. He sucked in another breath, feeling almost chilled even through the heat in the room.

Kevin stood up and crossed the room to where he stood motionless. He looked him over, nodding in approval before saying quietly, "On the bed, Hunter. On your belly." Hunter trembled at the words, his forced calm deserting him as fearful adrenaline flooded his veins. He met Kevin's gaze, his eyes still wide, and Kevin nodded once, stepping back.

He took the last few steps toward the bed, feeling utterly exposed as he slowly laid on the bed, stretching his hands across the pillows, above his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the bed dip, Kevin leaning on the bed to thread the scarf through the headboard. He couldn't control his trembling at Kevin's touch as he looped the scarf around his wrists, tying them securely.

"Shh, shh," Kevin soothed, running a gentle hand down the length of Hunter's back, rubbing softly. He murmured to him, Hunter barely aware of the words, just letting Kev's voice soothe him, until he'd calmed enough to stop shaking. The bed lifted again as Kevin stood up, and Hunter slitted his eyes open, looking to the side in time to see Kevin pick up the belt. He whimpered at the sight. Kevin looked down at him and glanced down at the belt he held, visibly hesitating. He put the belt back on the table and leant down to rummage through his bag again.

Hunter couldn't see what the other man was doing, and his imagination started to supply possibilities, his eyes drifting shut again. When he felt the soft touch of silk against his face, he stiffened, and Kevin ran his fingers through his hair, comforting him before tying the scarf firmly against his eyes. Hunter forced down the sudden spike of fear and tried to relax, although he could hear Kevin moving closer.

The sudden sharp pain of the belt as it hit his ass made him yelp, his body instinctively twisting away from the blow. Tears came immediately to his eyes as the pain started to fade, just in time for the next blow to hit. He moaned and whimpered, tears flowing freely as Kevin laid a careful pattern of welts across his ass, his body twisting and writhing under each blow from the belt. A pause, and he started to relax, just enough to make the next blow that much more painful, and he wailed. Kevin paused again.

"If you keep that up, Hunter, I'll have to gag you, too." The threat in the softly-spoken words was obvious, and Hunter shook his head frantically, biting his lip. "Good." Hunter moaned, the hot pain in his ass starting to mutate, waves of heat rippling out, and he began rocking his hips into the bed without even realising what he was doing. Kevin growled, and the next blow landed on Hunter's upper thighs, making his entire body jerk. The next one followed suit, and Hunter moaned again, the pain mingling with his arousal, making him nearly mindless as he rocked his hips into each blow.


Kevin bit back a moan of his own as he watched Hunter, his cock achingly hard as it rubbed against the leather of his pants every time he moved. He lowered the belt after a few more blows and put it on the table again. He brushed Hunter's hair, damp with sweat and tears, out of his face and kissed his forehead.

"You've done so well, Hunt. I'm very proud of you," he murmured into his ear as he untied the scarf binding Hunter to the headboard. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Hunter across his lap, his feet on the floor and his head on the blankets. Hunter moaned at the feel of the leather, and Kevin smiled as he felt Hunter's erection pressing between his thighs. He rubbed Hunter's back for a moment, and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"I love you, Hunter." His voice was gentle as he played with Hunter's hair for a moment, and he ran a careful hand across his reddened ass, rubbing and squeezing it, provoking more moans from Hunter. When Hunter started to rub his shaft against Kevin's thigh, Kevin raised his hand and smacked his ass, smiling in satisfaction at the red hand print. Hunter tried to muffle his shriek in the blanket, fresh tears spilling from his eyes, and Kevin started spanking him in earnest, speaking to him in between blows.

"You're mine," he said firmly as he brought his hand down again.

"You're not The Game." Another blow.

"You're just my Hunter." Another one.

"Mine." Another.

Hunter was writhing on his lap, nodding, incoherent pleas tumbling from his lips as he begged for Kevin to stop, not to stop, to take him, to make him his... Kevin sucked in a breath as Hunter rocked his hips back into his hand, rubbing against his own throbbing shaft. He snaked his free hand between his legs, grasping Hunter's cock, feeling the precum dripping from it. Hunter stiffened at the touch, Kevin's name escaping his lips in a broken whimper. Kevin smiled in satisfaction and tightened his grasp as he continued to spank Hunter with his other hand. Hunter's hips were nearly pistoning back and forth, raising up for each blow and thrusting down into his grasp, his voice a continuous moan.

When Kevin felt Hunter's body tighten, he tightened his grip, pressing firmly at the base of Hunter's cock as he stopped spanking him. Hunter let out a shuddering groan as he was forced back from the edge and his tears fell freely as he arched up, whimpering in frustration and pain. Kevin released him and leaned back, shifting Hunter until he was sitting in his lap, curled into him.

He leaned his head on Hunter's shoulder as he petted him, kissing his neck. As Hunter calmed, his shudders gradually stopped and he stopped crying with a soft hiccup. Kevin kissed the tears from his face as he untied the blindfold with one hand, wiping Hunter's eyes with gentle fingers. Hunter sniffled, not meeting his eyes until Kevin cupped his chin in his hand and forced his face up.

"You're learned your lesson, Hunter?" he asked gently. Hunter nodded, his eyes wide and bloodshot from crying, his eyelashes still damp. "You're mine." Hunt shifted restlessly on Kevin's lap, a quiet whimper escaping him as his abused flesh rubbed against the leather. Kevin smirked at him.

"Did you want something, baby?" His voice was husky as he looked at the gorgeous man in his arms, the man who'd allowed him to take him to the edge, the man who'd willingly given up his treasured control... the man who was making him crazy with lust. Hunter nodded again, deliberately rubbing his ass against Kevin's crotch. Kevin bit back a groan and leaned forward, whispering harshly, "Do you want to come, Hunter? You want to feel my lips around your cock, sucking you off? My fingers in your ass? My dick inside you, fucking you until you scream?" Hunter shuddered, groaning at the words. Kevin paused, watching him.

"If you want that, Hunt, you have to earn it. Prove that you've learned your lesson." Hunter blinked at him, obviously confused, and Kevin sat back, scooting him off his lap. He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms behind his head as he stretched out along the bed, spreading his legs and raising one knee. Hunter stared in avid fascination, not able to tear his eyes away from the sizeable bulge in Kevin's crotch.

A lazy smile crossed Kev's face as he looked at his lover. "As you were once known to say, baby... Suck it." Hunter licked his lips and crawled forward eagerly, pressing his face against the leather. Kevin moaned as Hunter licked the leather, sucking at the head of his cock through the pants. Hunter licked him eagerly, mouthing his balls and sucking through the leather, wiggling his ass as he did. Kevin could feel his arousal coiling in his belly, and finally stopped Hunter with one hand, smiling at the hurt look on his face.

"You did fine, baby," he assured him as he unzipped his pants, sighing a bit as his shaft finally escaped the pressure of the tight leather. Hunter whined eagerly and almost lunged forward, but Kevin stopped him again. "Not so fast, Hunter. You have to earn my dick inside you."

As Hunter frowned at him, he took himself in hand, stroking slowly, moaning at the touch. Hunter growled at the sight, and Kevin laughed, but his chuckle became a groan as Hunter leaned forward and licked the moisture from the head with a soft swipe of his tongue. He smiled triumphantly up at Kevin as his hand fell to his side, and leaned down again, licking around the tip of his cock like it was a lollipop. When Kevin groaned again, Hunter moved back and mouthed the head again as he reached forward to fondle his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Hunter sucked the tip of Kevin's erection into his mouth with a contented noise and slowly slid down, swallowing more and more of Kevin's length until his chin nudged Kev's balls. Kevin swore harshly and grabbed Hunter's hair, forcing him to stay in place as he fucked his face, thrusting again and again. Hunter's eyes teared up, but he bobbed his head as much as he was able, sucking greedily at what he was being given.

When Kevin felt his balls tightening, he pulled back with a gasp, breathing harshly as he fought to regain his control. Hunter watched him, his lips swollen and red, and Kev had to force himself not to give in to temptation. He pushed Hunter back and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up. He stripped his pants off as quickly as he could before turning back to Hunt and growling, "Hands and knees." Hunter complied immediately, wiggling his red ass.

Kevin grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squeezed some onto his fingers, pushing two into Hunter at once. Hunter whimpered, but pushed his hips back eagerly. Kevin stretched him roughly, as quickly as he dared, before pulling his hand back and rubbing lube on himself. He grasped Hunter's hips with one hand and pushed into him with one rough thrust, his breath escaping him in a ragged gasp. Hunter let out a harsh, broken whimper, but Kevin ignored it and started moving, fucking him fast and hard. It didn't take long for him to get close, but he forced himself to slow down when he realised it, wanting to hold back.

He began moving in long, slow thrusts, hitting Hunter's prostate with each movement, making him whimper and shove his hips back, meeting his thrust. Kevin bit his lip and kept moving, until Hunter threw his head back in a silent scream, his body tensing as warm jets of cum spurted across his stomach and the blanket. Hunter shuddered and collapsed, but Kevin pulled his hips back up, growling as he felt his own release rushing up to him. A few more thrusts, and he snarled into Hunter's ear as he came in long shuddering bursts. He nearly collapsed onto Hunter, but caught himself and carefully pulled out, Hunter whimpering softly at the movement.

He rolled to his side with a sigh, then sat up and touched Hunter's cheek. Hunter opened his eyes and looked up at him, his head pillowed on his forearms. Kev asked softly, "You okay?" Hunter smiled tiredly and nodded, barely moving his head. Kevin smiled back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Hunter's swollen lips.

With another groan, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Hunter lifted his head, looking worried. Kevin shook his head, smiling, and stroked Hunter's hair briefly.

"I'm just going to go clean up, brat. I'll be right back." Hunter stuck his tongue out at him, but Kevin saw the relief in his eyes. He dropped another kiss on Hunter's forehead before standing up and stretching. /I'm getting old,/ he thought ruefully, feeling his joints creak. /But what a hell of a way to pull something.../

He headed into the bathroom and took a piss, then washed up. He ran cool water over one of the washcloths and returned to the bedroom, turning the air conditioning back on on his way. He gently wiped the sweat and other mess from Hunter's back and ass, then turned him over and cleaned up his stomach, running the cloth softly over his crotch. Hunter sighed, but winced as he put weight onto his back.

Kevin dropped the washcloth in the corner and reached for the jar of salve he'd left on the table earlier, picking some up on his fingers. He rubbed it with gentle circular motions into the reddened flesh of Hunter's ass, leaving him purring when he finished. He got up long enough to turn off the lights, then flipped the blankets on the bed back, making Hunter move, and crawled into bed beside him. He wrapped an arm around Hunter, who burrowed into him with a contented murmur.

"Love you, Kev." Hunter's voice was rough but happy. Kevin smiled down at him, but was surprised when Hunter said, "And... thank you." Kev blinked, then grinned, seeing Hunter's ears turn pink, and kissed one of them, chuckling at Hunter's indignant squeak.

"Love you too... brat."


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