Meanwhile, Hunter and Rock were sitting together in an equally tense room. Hunter looked up at his lover and smiled weakly. "Baby, it's ok," he said softly. "It happens to lots of guys."
Rock frowned darkly, his hand balling into a fist. "The Rock isn't lots of guys," he muttered. "The Rock is the Great One! This isn't supposed to happen to the Rock!"
Hunter bit his lip, knowing his lover must be upset if he was talking in third person. "It happens to everybody, baby, it really does," he cooed, trying to pull Rock into his arms.
"Not the Rock!" Rock pushed Hunter away, his expression still dark. "The Rock always pleases his lovers. The Rock is great in bed. Half the men in the Fed are at the Rock's feet begging for him!"
Hunter frowned at that thought, but tried to keep a comforting smile on his face. "Honey, really, it's ok," he said softly. "You are great in bed, Rocky, you really are."
Rock sighed deeply, sliding further under the covers. "Go away. The Rock wants to be alone."
Hunter blinked. "But Rocky - "
"The Rock said leave!" Rock shouted.
Hunter sighed, grabbing his clothes and stomping out into the hall after quickly dressing. He looked around, wondering where he was supposed to go. He didn't want to intrude on any of his friends, since they all had lovers of their own, so he headed down to the bar for a drink. Once there, he settled onto a stool at the counter and ordered a stiff drink. He noticed Kurt Angle sitting to his left, flirting shamelessly with Adam Copeland. Hunter mused that something must be amuck in the Olympian's own relationship, since he was practically throwing himself at the gorgeous blonde. Kurt looked extremely annoyed when Adam excused himself from the bar, walking towards the elevators. Hunter couldn't help but chuckle. Kurt turned angry eyes on him, glaring at the tall blonde.
"What's funny?" he snapped.
Hunter shook his head. "You know damn well he's taken, Kurt. And Rhyno just isn't the kind of guy you cheat on. Neither is Steve Austin, for that matter."
Kurt scowled at the mention of his lover's name, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't care about Austin! I just want to get laid!"
Hunter raised his eyebrows. "Austin not putting out?"
Kurt muttered something under his breath, clearly wanting to get away from the subject. He turned to Hunter, trying to put him on the defensive. "Well, why are you here?" he shot back. "Shouldn't you be with your precious Rocky?"
Hunter visibly flinched, staring down into his drink. "I should be," he whispered, feeling very hurt over the way Rocky had practically thrown him out of the room.
"Well why aren't you then?" Kurt demanded.
Hunter sighed. "He wasn't, um, feeling to well, and he was crabby, so he asked me to leave," he said quietly.
"Really." Kurt crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Well, isn't that a coincidence that Steve and Rock happen to not be ‘feeling well' on the same night! I bet you Steve is fucking your little lover through the mattress right now, the bastard!" He slammed his fist into the bar. "And I still haven't gotten laid, dammit!" he yelled, loud enough for most of the bar to hear.
Hunter stared at Kurt in shock, his face coloring with embarrassment
when he realized a good portion of the room was staring at them. "Maybe
we should continue this elsewhere," he gritted out through his teeth, grabbing
Kurt's wrist and pulling him out of the bar.
"Elsewhere. Yeah, sounds good." Kurt grinned lustfully, watching the globes of Hunter's ass sway as the tall blonde led him to the elevator. As soon as the doors were closed behind him, Kurt pushed Hunter up against the wall and pressed their lips together.
Hunter pushed the Olympian away, staring at him like he was crazy. "What the hell are you doing?!?" he demanded.
"Mmm, I'm getting some." Kurt wrapped his arms around Hunter's waist, holding on even when Hunter tried to push him away again. He began to nibble at Hunter's neck, letting his hands caress the blonde's back. "Come on Hunt, you know you want me."
"I have a boyfriend!" Hunter objected. "And so do you!"
Kurt snorted. "Yeah, great boyfriends we've got. Ones who kick us out and refuse to put out. I KNOW that Austin still wants Rock. That's why he's acting this way. Come on, Hunt, don't you think it's too much of a coincidence that they both got rid of us the same night? I bet you anything they're together. Austin is probably screwing Rock in OUR bed, stupid bastard." A dark look crossed Kurt's eyes for a moment, but quickly passed as he turned his gaze back to Hunter. "So what do you say, Hunt? Hell, they're getting some, we might as well! I've got my own room, fortunately, so we can be alone."
"No way Kurt." Hunter shook his head resolutely. "For one thing, Rocky would never, ever cheat on me, he loves me! And another, you're drunk! I won't take advantage of you."
"Take advantage of me?" Kurt looked at Hunter like he was crazy, sliding his hands down Hunter's back to cup his ass. "Baby, you sure as hell wouldn't be doing anything like that! I want it, and I want it bad! And as for Rock, he and Austin have broken up and gotten back together how many times now? They're just using us until they go back to each other!"
"No!" Hunter shook his head, glaring at Kurt. "Rocky loves me, Kurt. He does."
"Oh yeah? Has he ever told you that, huh?" Kurt challenged.
Hunter looked like he had been stabbed in the heart. He dropped his eyes to the floor, suddenly looking sad. "No," he whispered, "but that's not because he doesn't. It's just because he has a hard time saying things like that. Rocky has trouble expressing his emotions at times, but his love for me is still very real."
"I bet you tell yourself that a lot, don't you?" Kurt looked sympathetic. He gently put his finger under Hunter's chin, raising the blonde's face to look at him. "Baby, there are other guys in the world. Hell, there's one right in front of you! Come on, Hunter. I'm hurting, you're hurting. We can comfort each other."
Despite the sincerity in Kurt's voice, Hunter didn't quite believe it. He looked away, still feeling sad. "You're just saying that shit ‘cos you want to put your dick up my ass," he spat out, getting a bit angry over the whole situation. The very thought the his lover had lied to him cut right through his heart.
"Hunter." Kurt touched Kurt's cheek, getting the tall blonde to look at him again. He leaned forward and met Hunter's lips again. This time the Game responded, his mind battling over what to do. His body did want Kurt, and he could feel himself getting hard over the prospect. He still didn't want to believe that Rocky would betray him, though.
The elevator doors swung open, and Kurt pulled back from the kiss
abruptly. Before Hunter could object, Kurt pointed down the hall. "Would
you look at that," he said with disgust, glancing back at Hunter. "What
did I tell you?" Hunter looked down the hall, shocked to see Austin walking
into the Rock's room. He made a mild noise of outrage, anger bubbling up
inside him. Looking at Kurt, he quickly made his decision. Kurt grinned,
licking his lips lustfully as Hunter grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward
the Olympian's room, quickly unlocking it and slamming the door behind
them.
The Rock was sitting on his bed brooding when a knock came at the door. He scowled, thinking it was Hunter. He yanked the door open, a frown on his face. "Look, the Rock said - " He stopped abruptly when he found Stone Cold Steve Austin standing in the hall. "Steve." The Rock eyed him suspiciously. "What do you want?"
"Look, Rocky, I know we haven't been on the best of terms since we broke up, but - " Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can I come in for a minute?"
Rock looked him over for a moment, then shrugged, holding the door open. "Thanks." Steve walked in and closed the door behind him, standing in the middle of the room and shifting from foot to foot.
The Rock waited for him to speak, getting annoyed when a few minutes had passed and Steve still hadn't said a word. "Look, Jabroni, the Rock doesn't have all night!" he exclaimed. "What is it you came here to say to the Rock?"
"It's just - " Steve sighed again. "Well, I kind of ran into a little problem with Kurt tonight, bed-wise. And considering that Hunter isn't here and you're talking in the third person, I'm guessing you did too."
"The Rock says that's none of your damn business!" Rock shouted.
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Come on Rocky. I know you, and I can see that you're just as upset right now as I am."
Rock glared at him for another minute, then sighed and dropped the act. "You're right, I am upset," he muttered. "I just don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, I have this beautiful, wonderful man in front of me, and I can't make love to him. God I'm such an idiot!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "He was being so nice about it, and all I did was yell at him and make him leave! I am such a jerk."
"Well don't feel too bad, ‘cos the same thing happened to me," Steve replied with a sigh. "Kurt was all ready, and I couldn't get it up. You've seen Kurt's body, right? And I couldn't respond to that? Then he got all upset and stormed out, telling me he was gonna get laid by someone else if I couldn't do the job."
The Rock raised his famous eyebrow. "You think he really will?"
"I don't know." Steve shrugged. "This is Kurt we're talking about. He's really not the most predictable guy in the world. But, the reason I came to see you - well, it was because of something Kurt said."
"What?" Rock asked, looking more curious than suspicious now.
"He said that - " Steve swallowed, then continued. "He said that he thought the reason I couldn't, you know, was because I'm still in love with you."
"What?" Rock snorted and shook his head. "The Rock thinks that's ridiculous!"
"That's what I thought at first, and that's what I told him. But, then I started thinking," Steve continued with difficulty, "You know, maybe it isn't so crazy. I mean when we broke up a few months back, I think there were a lot of - feelings - left over that we never dealt with. So maybe - " He left the statement open, merely shrugging.
The Rock was silent for a moment. "So you think," he said slowly, finally breaking the silence, "that we should give it another shot?"
Steve shrugged, looking unsure. "I don't know. I guess, maybe. I mean it could be what we really want, and we just don't know it, right?"
"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." Rock closed
the distance between them with a few steps, wrapping his arms around Steve's
back and bringing their lips together. Steve let his hands trail down the
Rock's smooth back, gladly returning the passionate kiss. Feeling Rocky's
tongue tracing his lips, he opened his mouth to let the slippery muscle
in, allowing Rock to back him against the door as their hands began exploring
each others bodies.
Hunter and Kurt fell back onto the bed, their lips meeting furiously. Kurt ran his hands through Hunter's silky hair, his tongue pushing between the blonde's lips and into his hot mouth. Hunter moaned as Kurt's tongue explored every surface of his mouth. They rolled around on the mattress while their tongues dueled between each others' mouths, hands shamelessly feeling each other up.
They ended up sprawled across the bed, Hunter with his head against the pillows and Kurt on top of him. "Mmm, god you look so fuckable," Kurt murmured, leaning down to steal a scorching kiss. He slid his hands under Hunter's shirt, pushing the fabric up to the blonde's neck. His lips descended on Hunter's strong torso, caressing the soft skin hungrily.
Hunter moaned, arching up into Kurt's touches. However, there was a bit of hesitation in his mind. He almost told Kurt to stop, but then he recalled the sight of his lover letting another man - and not just any man, but Rocky's ex-boyfriend - into their room. It all seemed too convenient to truly be a coincidence. Keeping this is mind, Hunter ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of Kurt's back, moaning as Kurt wrapped his lips around a nipple and teased it with lips and tongue.
"Oh that feels good," Hunter whispered. He continued to moan softly as Kurt licked all across his chest, but he still couldn't help thinking about his lover. Despite his anger, he wished it were Rocky's hands caressing him, Rocky's mouth working on his chest. He actually had to bite his tongue to keep from saying the Rock's name as one of Kurt's hands slid down his belly, cupping the bulge between his thighs.
"Well, I see you don't have a problem getting it up," Kurt chuckled, kneading Hunter's hardening cock. "God I can't wait to be inside you." He moved his kisses up to Hunter's neck, his hands working the button on Hunter's jeans open.
Hunter squirmed, his mind filling with doubts as Kurt's actions made what they were doing seem very, very real. "Kurt, wait. I - maybe we shouldn't do this," he said, unable to stop thinking about how much he loved Rocky.
Kurt raised his head, a frown on his face. "Oh come on. You saw them, Hunt! Sneaking into each other's rooms."
"Yeah, but - but we don't KNOW - " Hunter pointed out.
"Bullshit. They set this up so they could get rid of us and go fuck each other. Only fair that we should pay the bastards back." Kurt lowered his lips to Hunter's neck again, nipping at his skin insistently.
"But Rocky really did seem upset," Hunter stated, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.
"Probably feeling guilty for cheating on you. The People's Conscious, you know. They both played us good, didn't they? And Austin gave me that ‘Please don't leave' shit, as if he really wanted me to stay. Well I'm gonna show the bastard. We'll show them both by fucking each other's brains out."
Hunter shook his head. Kurt's touch was nice, but any touch other than Rocky's just felt wrong to him, and no matter Rocky had done or was doing, he knew he couldn't go through with it. "No. Kurt I can't. I'm sorry I can't." He tried to sit, up, but Kurt pushed him back down on the bed.
"Hunter come on. You know you want this. What better revenge could there be? And I know we both want to get laid." Kurt continued kissing Hunter's neck insistently.
"Kurt, I can't, ok? I have to go." Hunter tried to get up again, but Kurt pushed him down, covering him with his body.
"You can't leave now," he breathed, his fingers circling around Hunter's wrists and pinning them to the mattress. "God I want you, Hunter. And you want me too. You want this."
"I don't. Kurt let me up!" Hunter tried to squirm out of his hold,
surprised and a little scared that Kurt was able to hold him down. "Kurt
I'm serious. Let me up! I don't want to do this! I'm serious, let go!"
Kurt just shook his head, continuing to hold Hunter down tightly.
The Rock pulled back from Steve, gasping slightly for breath. He looked over Steve, who was panting just like he was. "Is this - doing it for you?" he questioned.
Steve glanced down, his eyes settling on their tightly pressed together crotches. "I guess so," he stated, noting the small bulges in both their pants. "Seems to be for you too."
Rock nodded, looking down as well. "I guess. I'm normally - you know - a little harder than this by now."
"Me too. I guess that just means we haven't gone far enough yet, right?" Steve asked.
Rock nodded. "Absolutely. That must be it. Come here then." He wrapped his arm around the back of Austin's bare head, pulling their lips together once again. Their tongues ravaged each others mouths for a moment, then they broke apart, Rock pulling back again. "Steve, is this really what we want?" he asked, searching Steve's eyes, a doubtful look on his face.
Steve sighed. "To be honest with you, Rocky, I'm thinking about Kurt," he admitted sheepishly.
"Well, don't feel too bad." Rocky laughed lightly, shaking his head. "I'm thinking about Hunter." He sighed in much the same way Steve had, letting go of the older man and stepping away from him. "Guess we were just looking for an excuse for our, uh, problems, huh?" he commented.
"I guess. Damn, I guess I better go find Kurt before he really does get laid by someone else." Steve narrowed his eyes, his fist clenching at the thought. "I certainly hope everyone in the WWF knows by now that anyone who touches Kurt gets their ass beat, but there's always SOME moron!"
"I better get Hunter, too. He was not happy at all when I told him to leave. He was being fine about it too! God I just love putting myself in the doghouse." Rock sighed again, standing up and heading for the door. He put his hand on the knob, pausing when he heard a commotion coming from next door. He turned back to Steve, frowning slightly. "Do you hear that?" he asked. They were both quiet for a few minutes, listening intently. They could vaguely make out a few phrases that sounded like ‘Stop it' and ‘Let me go'.
Rock's eyes widened suddenly when he recognized the voice of his lover. "Oh my god, that's Hunter!" he cried. "And some bastard - " He couldn't finish his sentence, his fists curling into balls and his eyes blazing with anger. Quickly he dashed out of the room, Steve right on his heels. Rock stormed over to the next room, kicking open the unlocked door and charging into the room. He gasped at what he saw. Kurt Angle had Hunter pinned to the bed, sucking hungrily on one of the blonde's nipples while Hunter struggled against him.
"You little shit, you fucking let him go!" Rocky screamed, running
over and yanking Kurt off of Hunter, his fist connecting squarely with
Kurt's nose. Kurt cried out and fell back onto the floor, covering his
injured face with his hands. The Rock quickly pulled Hunter into his arms,
one strong arms beneath Hunter's back, the other supporting his knees,
and quickly carried him back to the safety of their own room.
Once they safely back in their own room, the Rock set Hunter gently down on their bed, then closed and locked the door securely. He then returned to his pale lover, who was leaning back against the headboard with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. Rock slid onto the mattress, gently running his fingers across Hunter's cheek. "Baby? Are you ok?"
Hunter opened his eyes a crack, a small smile forming on his lips. "I am now," he whispered. "Just - hold me?" Rock was surprised by his lover's uncharacteristically meek behavior, but he made no comment, simply pulling Hunter into his arms and holding him tightly.
"The Rock is sorry he kicked you out," Rock whispered in his lover's ear, suddenly feeling very guilty about the whole ordeal. "The Rock is going to make Kurt Angle pay! The Rock will beat him until - " Rock stopped as Hunter drew back, pressing a finger to his lips.
"I don't want you to do that," Hunter told him. "Just leave it for now, ok? We'll talk about it later. I'm ok, baby, really I am. You saved me." He smiled at Rock, his fingers brushing over his lover's cheek. "Just please tell me you're not mad anymore?"
Rock shook his head. "The Rock - " He stopped and cleared his throat. "I was wrong to kick you out, baby. I was just upset. But I do love you, baby. I really do."
Hunter's eyes softened, his heart seeming to melt. "You love me?"
The Rock swallowed, realizing he had never actually said the words before. "Yes," he stated, taking Hunter's hand in his. "I do love you, baby. Very much."
"Oh Rocky! I love you too!" Hunter threw his arms around Rocky, holding him tightly. He drew back a second later, still grinned broadly. "And you know, I really don't even care about - that. I mean sex isn't everything, right? We can just do something else tonight, like go see a movie! Hey I wonder what's on." He reached for the paper Rocky had left on the nightstand, but Rock caught his hand, shaking his head and chuckling.
"We're not going anywhere, Jabroni. The Rock wants to hold you
tonight." Hunter smiled, not arguing with his lover at all. Rock leaned
back against the headboard of the bed, pulling Hunter against his chest.
He wrapped an arm around Hunter's muscular torso, planting a kiss on his
cheek as he grabbed the remote and flipped on the tv. Hunter turned off
the light, sighing happily as he leaned into his lover's warm embrace.
"Kurt!" Steve cried, running to the side of his fallen lover. "Oh my god, baby, are you ok?" He pulled Kurt into his arms, cupping his face and surveying Kurt's bleeding nose. He quickly grabbed tissue off the nightstand, handing it to Kurt, who pressed it to his nose. "Is it broken?" he asked with concern, the scene when they had entered the room not even having registered with him yet.
"I don't think so." Kurt winced, pinching his nose closed with the tissue. He scowled up at Steve, still looking angry. "What are you doing here? Do you have to ruin everything I want to do?"
Steve looked like he's been punched in the face. "I - I'm sorry. I followed Rocky over here."
"And you let him punch me in the face! Thanks a fucking lot." Kurt pushed Steve away from him, climbing to his feet and plopping down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. "Just go back to your whore, I know you don't want me," he spat.
"What?" Steve blinked, looking towards the door the Rock had exited through. "But - no, Kurt, this isn't what it looks like! I don't want Rocky, honestly I don't."
Kurt snorted. "Then why'd you do into his room, huh? Just for a friendly chat?"
Steve took a deep breath, sitting down on the mattress next to Kurt. "After you left, baby, I got to thinking - well, I got to thinking that maybe you were right, maybe I did want Rock back. So I went over to, er, test the theory." He looked down at his hands, which were fiddling with the sheet covering the mattress. "That wasn't it, though, baby. He doesn't do anything for me, baby. You do." He looked up, his blue eyes sad and pleading. "I don't know why I couldn't get it up tonight, baby, but it wasn't because I don't want you. I do want you, and only you. Please baby, forgive me?"
Kurt surveyed his lover, a mix of emotions on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest. "He didn't do anything for you?"
Steve shook his head. "Not a damn thing."
"Well, does this do anything for you?" Kurt reached for the zipper on his pants, slowly sliding it down a few centimeters. Steve's breath caught in his throat when he felt his cock stirring slightly.
"Keep going, baby," the Rattlesnake breathed, his eyes locked on Kurt.
Kurt raised his eyebrows seductively. He slid the zipper down the rest of the way, gazing at Steve hungrily as his fingers dipped beneath the waist of his red white and blue thong, drawing out his hardening cock. He looked at Steve, sticking his hips out invitingly. "You want it baby?"he cooed. Steve nodded, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the swelling shaft, delighted to feel himself hardening from the stimulation. He head jerked up when he heard a throat clear behind them. He spun around, finding Adam Copeland standing in the doorway, watching with amusement.
"What the hell you think you're doing?" Steve cried, quickly pulling the covers over Kurt's erect cock to hide it from Adam's eyes.
Adam rolled his eyes, still looking amused. "I have been there before, you know," he commented, making Kurt blush slightly. "You left the door open. If you don't want anyone watching, I suggest you close it."
Kurt frowned, slapping Steve in the arm. "You were gonna suck me off with the door open?" he scolded, shaking his head. He stopped, noticing how the growing bulge in Steve's jeans had grown a little bigger as Adam spoke. He cocked an eyebrow at his lover. "Wait a minute. Do you like the idea of Adam watching us?"
Now it was Steve's turn to blush. "Well, I, uh - " he stuttered, rubbing his palm over his bare head.
Kurt grinned, leaning forward to cup the bulge in the older man's jeans. He turned to Adam, a broad grin on his face. "You like to watch?" he asked.
Adam rolled his eyes again. "Would I be standing here if I didn't?"
"Great. Then come on in, and shut the door behind you," Kurt instructed
him, throwing the covers off himself and offering his cock to Steve once
again. Steve grinned and took it in his mouth, feeling very turned on and
also relieved both that Kurt had forgiven him and that his cock seemed
to be fully functional once again.
THE END