The WWE had made a quick, one week trip to Europe, mainly to Germany. As usual, the crowds were fantastic and all the shows had been sold out.
The boys were back from Europe in time for RAW in Chicago. Chi Town was the rosters favorite city. The crowds always made for great television. Tonight would be no different and like in Europe, the arena was sold out.
Vince McMahon, the owner and genius behind World Wrestling Entertainment had his office down the hall from Hunter's. No matter where they were in the world, an "office" area was set up at the arena.
Shawn was in a meeting with Vince, Hunter and John Laurinaitis, or at least Hunter was supposed to be there, but he wasn't. Vince was not happy, and an unhappy Vincent Kennedy McMahon was not a good thing.
"Where is that husband of yours, Shawn? I swear, if he wasn't so damn good at his job, I'd fire his ass." Vince looked at his watch, then the door, then finally at Shawn. Vince loved Shawn and had ever since Shawn first came to the then WWF.
That was why Shawn got away with things no one else could have. There were things between Shawn and Vince that only the two of them knew about, and they would keep it that way.
Shawn shrugged. "He said he'd be here. To be honest, I don't know where he is..." He hung his head. He was embarrassed that he couldn't tell the boss where his husband was.
Vince arched his brow. "Ace, see if you can find him, hurry him along." He gave Laurinaitis a pointed stare. John took the hint and left Vince and Shawn alone.
"Shawn, is everything alright? You and Hunter having problems?" Vince spoke in a tone of softness. He only used that tone of voice with two people, Shawn, and his own husband Eric. Vince had fallen in love with and eventually married Eric Bischoff. The McMahon's had a very solid and happy marriage for the last fifteen years.
Shawn looked up at Vince. His turquoise eyes were red rimmed and filled with unshed tears. "He's changed, Vinnie. I married Paul, I live with Triple H. I'm not sorry he's doing such a wonderful job, but I am sorry he is becoming his character. The sad thing is, like we've all had to do, he has to figure it out for himself." Shawn shrugged again, it was all he knew to do.
Vince Nodded. "You right, Heartbreaker. Um... I... need to... I've been hearing... rumors..." He was halted by Shawn.
"Don't, Vince. I... he might be a bastard right now,but he wouldn't cheat on me. He just... wouldn't." Shawn spoke firmly. He absolutely refused to believe the rumors that grew worse by the week.
Vince couldn't respond. Hunter and Johnny "Ace" Laurinaitis entered the office. "I'm sorry I'm late, Vince. Sorry, babe." Hunter gave Shawn a quick peck on the cheek. Hunter sat down between his husband and Johnny.
Hunter spoke up first. "The reason I was late was because I met with Lawler. He wants to leave RAW. He will do SmackDown, and a few matches at pay-per-views. I told him I'd talk to you about it. It would leave a huge hole on Mondays."
Vince nodded. "Been expecting that, ever since his heart attack. It's fine with me, just make sure he is calling the main event at Mania. We'll move Cole up to head of commentary, he's earned it. Well, right now, there is no one I can think of to take Jerry's place." He flipped through his little black book of personnel.
Johnny Ace looked at his list. "We need a face, JBL needs someone to bounce off of. Cole is the neutral. Um... I have someone in mind..." He looked from Vince to Hunter and Shawn.
Vince grinned brightly. "Of course, I should of thought of him immediately." He laughed in the way only Vince McMahon could laugh.
Hunter and Shawn looked at Vince. "Well?" Hunter asked with his brow highly arched.
"He's sitting right next to you, sleeping with you actually. Shawn you would be fantastic plus you and Jibble have a history." Vince still had a huge grin on his face as he spoke.
Shawn's mouth fell open. "Oh Vince... I don't have time... I am too busy being an agent. I need to be back with my boys so I can prepare them for their matches. Then I have to produce their matches, and all of that comes after I have written their promos! I can't do anymore!" His frustrations started to come out.
Hunter turned to his husband. For the first time in a long time, he took Shawn's hand in his. "I know I piled a lot on you, babe. I knew you'd be wonderful at what ever job you were given. I've been proud of you, but you're right, it is too much, even for the Showstopper. So, what if you just did commentary and bit of creative? We have plenty of guys who can be agents. Would that be better for you? You would be brilliant on commentary." Hunter spoke with encouragement.
What Hunter wasn't saying was that if Shawn went to the commentary team, he wouldn't be backstage or in and out of the locker rooms. That would give Hunter more chances to be with... and not get caught by Shawn. It was getting harder and harder to find secret places to meet... Seth. This was the perfect solution.
Shawn rubbed his stubble darkened chin. "I could do that. If you think it would be best. It would sure take a lot off my shoulders. Give me time to be a better husband... but, we will talk about that in private." He looked at Hunter with hope in his eyes.
Vince jumped in. "That would be great, Shawn. You are so good at creative, now you can give it more attention. You and JBL will be perfect together. We'll do it next Monday, in Denver. We will build it up, starting tonight. Ace, get busy with Kevin about it. Hunter, tell Lawler. Shawn, work on this a bit. Rollins is good, but this heel turn needs your special touch." Vince handed Shawn a sheet of paper as the meeting went to the next subject.
Hunter felt internal panic, he hoped Seth would be smart enough to keep his mouth shut... or better yet, he'd better warn Seth that Shawn would be looking to talk to him. Hunter needed to tell him why, and to keep his pretty little mouth shut.
The three men left Vince's office. Johnny Ace headed for the production truck to speak to Kevin Dunn. They only had a few short hours to get things done.
Hunter started to head towards his office so he could send Seth a text, but Shawn's hand on his arm stopped him. He turned to look at his husband.
"Hunt, darlin', thought you might buy me some lunch. I feel like we haven't spoken in days. We don't talk at night anymore, you just bury yourself in work, then go to sleep. I miss you... we haven't... made love in weeks... are you... is it me?" Shawn hung his head, maybe Hunter just didn't find him sexy anymore. Maybe he was losing "it" in his old age.
Hunter felt a little tinge of guilt. He loved Shawn, but... the spark between them had died out. It wasn't Shawn's fault. "Well, I have a lot to do... but, okay, come on, I'll buy you a steak." He kissed Shawn softly on the lips. Shawn so craved Hunter's touch, he moaned softly into the kiss. The sound stirred Hunter. He deepened the kiss as their tongues tangled together.
The kiss felt so good, Shawn never wanted it to end. This was Paul, even if only for a moment, and Shawn let his husband know how he felt. He pressed against Hunter with his lithe body.
Hunter felt the need in his husband, but there was nothing he could do about it here. Maybe he'd give Shawn some attention tonight. Besides, if he denied Shawn too long, he might start to get suspicious. He slowly broke the kiss.
Shawn clung to his husband. "I've missed you, Paul." He nuzzled against Hunter's neck. He could happily remain in that position the rest of the day.
"I know, baby. Tonight, after the show, you and and me, alone in the hotel. I promise." Hunter whispered softly. He held Shawn a moment longer, then led them to the part of the venue where catering was located.
Seth Rollins ate lunch with his tag team and friends, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. It would be the last time they would be together as The Shield. That night, Seth was going to "sell out" and turn his back on Dean and Roman. It was time, all three men were ready to make their names as individuals instead of a tag team.
Dean turned to look when he saw Seth stare at the door and growl. Dean shook his head, it took all of his strength to keep his mouth shut. He thought what Seth was doing with Hunter was wrong. Especially after spending so much time around Shawn during Bret's funeral. Dean could taste blood he bit his lip so hard.
Shawn and Hunter looked like newlyweds as they filled their plates and sat at a table for two. Seth growled again when Shawn leaned in and gave Hunter a kiss. No one else paid them any attention, after all Shawn and Hunter were married.
When Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Seth glare at him. There was nothing Hunter could do now, he'd have to some heavy petting later to keep Seth happy and quiet. Hunter was falling in love with Seth but a big part of him still did love Shawn. Shawn had stayed with him through some really hard times, would Seth have done that?
Still, Seth was young and so smart about the business. He was also very good in the bed. Hunter hadn't known a human being could bend like that. It wasn't just sex with Seth. Hunter found the younger man to be warm and kind, nothing like the character he portrayed. Hunter also liked that Seth enjoyed the adventure of travel, Shawn always just wanted to go to his ranch and stay put when they had time off.
Seth liked art and good music and the other finer things, like Hunter did. Shawn was happy in a deer stand, hunting all day. Hunter couldn't stand camping and plowing through nature. Shawn wanted to sit still in a boat and fish all day, Hunter wanted to fly across the water on skis.
Hunter felt that he and Shawn were growing apart as they got older. They had less and less in common, while in Seth, Hunter found a companion. Hunter hadn't made up his mind yet, leave Shawn or stay. One thing, Hunter wanted to be sure Seth wasn't just looking to sleep his way to the top. They really needed to have a serious talk, and soon.
With lunch finished, Hunter and Shawn parted ways. They both had a lot of work to do before RAW went on the air.
In Asheville, North Carolina, Adam sat in front of the huge fireplace in his den. Metallica blasted on his stereo. It was so loud, even Branny had finally retreated to the other quieter end of the house.
Four empty whiskey bottles sat on the table next to the lounger Adam sat in. Another half empty bottle teetered in Adam's hand as he snored loudly.
In the morning, Adam would throw his guts up, work out till the alcohol poured out with his sweat. Next Adam would take a shower, get the dogs and go for a hike on the mountain. When he got back home, the music would be turned on, and a new bottle cracked open. Getting drunk was the only way he could sleep. That had been his routine ever since Jason had left.
The mail had piled up so much, the housekeeper, who came once a week, put it in a box. She also noticed there were over a hundred messages on the answering machine. She worried about Adam, but it wasn't her place to say anything. She just cleaned the house, threw away the empty bottles and left till next week.
Jason was in Chicago with Heath. While he was retired from being in the ring, Jason did the occasional job backstage. Lately he'd been Heath's agent, and he hoped it could turn into a permanent position. Hunter was still considering it.
Jason let out a worried sigh. "He never answers. I am starting to get really worried. He must be alright, or we'd hear something, right?" He looked at his husband who laced up his wrestling boots.
Heath was about to answer Jason when Shawn came into the locker room and called for Jason. Jason hurried over to the Texan.
"Jason, how would you feel about being a full time agent and trainer?..." Shawn went on to briefly explain about the changes concerning himself, Jerry Lawler and joining the commentary team.
The sandy haired man grinned. "Congratulations, you will be great with Layfield. I'd love to have the job. Thanks, brother. Um... have you heard from Adam?" Jason's excitement changed back to worry for his best friend.
Shawn frowned. "No, I haven't. I've called several times, but he never answers. I'm getting worried. You know, after Chicago, we loop from Denver, but after that we go to the east coast again. Why don't we make a stop in Asheville and check on him. I just have to keep saying, no news is good news, and maybe he's just isolating himself to... find himself. Try not to worry too much. Adam is too smart to do something stupid, bedsides, he loves his dogs too much." Shawn tried to sound more positive than he felt. To be honest, he was worried to death about Bret's widower.
"Yeah, we'll do that. I hope you're right. He was okay when Judy died, just so depressed. This is different... thanks again for the job. I'll be happy to be back with Heath full time." Jason grinned and shook Shawn's hand.
"Well... you know... it's important for you and Heath to be together... you never know when... anyway, get to work. Oh, Vince likes the Outcast idea; work on it." Shawn spoke with a knowing look in his eye.
Jason didn't have to answer, he knew what Shawn meant. As was proof with Adam, you never knew when you might lose the one you love. The thought made him more worried about Adam. The mid-west loop couldn't end fast enough. Jason shook his thoughts and went to tell Heath the news.
Hunter was locked in a small room, somewhere in bowels of the arena. He zipped up his trousers. He watched as Seth Rollins slid into a pair of skin tight jeans. Both men were still a little breathless from their sexual encounter.
Seth finished dressing. He chuckled softly, Hunter was trying to fix his tie. "Let me, baby." Seth's fingers deftly and perfectly fixed the tie back to the way it had been.
"Thanks. Seth... we need to talk. That was why I asked you to meet me, somehow we always wind up fucking." Hunter sighed, he really hadn't intended to sleep with Seth.
"Don't... don't call it that, Hunt. Fucking is what whores do... unless... you think that's what I am... the locker room slut. I'm not... I love you, Hunter." Seth's eyes burned with hurt and question as he gazed into Hunter's amber eyes.
Hunter could see real hurt in Seth's eyes. He gently brushed a strand of blond laced black hair out of Seth's eyes. "Do you, Seth? Do you really love me? Or are you looking for gold..." He halted and hung on to Seth who was trying to leave. Anger replaced the hurt on Seth's face.
Seth actually had tears with the sparks. "I just fucking told you, Hunter. I don't slut around! I'll earn the damn gold, I'm good enough. If you can't understand that I love you, then... go to Shawn... live the boring life he wants... you'd make a great rancher." He sniffed deeply. Seth wasn't about to cry in front of anyone, especially Hunter.
Hunter sat on a large pipe and pulled Seth to stand between his legs, his hands rested on Seth's trim hips. "I love you, Seth, but part of me still loves, or at least cares about Shawn. We've been together a long time, Seth. It isn't easy for me." He sighed deeply. Hunter was so torn.
Seth held the lapels of Hunter's blazer. "I know, baby, I know. But, you deserve to be happy. Shawn doesn't make you happy anymore. I'll make you happy, Hunter, I promise. I love you, Hunter. I've... never said that to anyone before, ever." He spoke softly and his eyes showed the love he spoke of.
Hunter hung his head. Seth was right, but. "What about Shawn? He works here too you know. How is he going to feel, seeing us together... I don't know what to do." Hunter held Seth close and sighed.
"He'll just have to deal with it, Hunt. I don't want to hurt Shawn either, I have a tremendous respect for him. He was my idol, the reason I wanted to be a wrestler... I will wait, but not forever, my heart is at stake too. Talk to him, Hunter, just talk to him." Seth was earnest as he clutched Hunter's blazer.
Hunter nodded. "I will. Look, I promised Shawn I'd be with him tonight, I owe him that. He's going to be looking for you, to talk about the match tonight. Please, Seth, don't say anything. He has to hear it from me, please." Hunter looked at Seth with wide eyes that plead with him.
"Hunter, I'm not stupid. Are you going to... sleep with him?" A flash of jealousy crossed over Seth's pretty face as he looked at Hunter.
Hunter lowered his head. "I don't know, maybe... he is... my husband. Seth, don't. Leave my life with Shawn out of this, please? Don't push me... I have a lot a stake you know. Vince could fire me... Shawn is his... pet. He doesn't like to see Shawn hurt. Be a little more patient. I will decide soon, that much I can promise. I do love you, Seth." Hunter gave Seth a soft, tender kiss.
Before Seth could say anymore, his cell phone buzzed. Seth pulled the device out of his pocket. Seth read the message. "You'd better rush it. HBK is looking for you. You can only take a shower for so long. I won't cover for you again! D.A."
"I'd better go. Dean's pissed and Shawn is looking for me. I love you, babe." Seth gave Hunter a quick kiss, unlocked the door and vanished.
Hunter sat on the pipe in the dark room. He realized Seth hadn't answered him. Hunter sighed yet again. He was torn between loyalty to Shawn and his love for Seth. In a way, he envied Adam, he would never have to worry about a problem like this. Hunter growled at himself, he might not love Shawn like he once had, but, he didn't want Shawn to die.
Hunter stood and dusted off his gray trousers. As he made his way back to the main part of the building, his mind raced. One thing he did know, Seth was right, he had to talk to Shawn and soon. However, it would not be tonight. Tonight he had to be Paul Levesque, Shawn's husband, in all ways.
Seth hurried to the locker room. Stripped off and took the fastest shower of his life. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into the locker room he shared with Roman and Dean. Luckily, he was alone. He knew Dean was pissed at him but, he had covered for him and for that Seth was extremely grateful to Dean.
Seth looked up as a light rap echoed on the door, before it was pushed open just enough for Shawn to pop his head into the room. He saw Seth on the bench, fresh out of the shower.
"Rollins? Can we talk about the turn tonight? I can come back if you're busy." Shaw was perfectly friendly, he had no reason not to be. Shawn didn't listen to whispered rumors.
Seth put on a smile. "I always have time for my idol. I was soaking my knee and shoulder under the hot water." He knew Shawn would believe that excuse for an extra long shower, it was common in their profession.
Shawn gave a raspy guffaw. "Spent many hours doin' the same. The best arena's have showers with benches. Need a trainer?" Shawn asked, brow arched as he sat on the bench across from Seth.
"Naw, I'm good. Look Shawn, I just want to thank you and the creative team for this chance. I won't let you down. Can I ask, are you okay with The Authority angle? Trips and Stephanie?" Seth looked at Shawn pointedly. His question had a double meaning, but he hoped Shawn didn't realize it.
"Sure. Steph is like our little sister. She's happily involved with Sasha Banks. We know you won't let us down, Seth. I want to warn you though, the fans are gonna come down hard on you. The Shield bust up is going to be huge. They are going to hate you. I have been there and it's not fun. Just remember, you are a character, it is not you, Colby Lopez, they hate, it's Seth Rollins they hate. Before you let it get to you, talk to Jericho. He is an expert and can help. That's why the vets are here, to help, so let them. I am always available as well." Shawn spoke in earnest, he was worried about the affect the hate from the crowd would have on Seth.
"Thanks, Shawn. I will. I've been hated before, but yeah, this will be huge. Roman and Dean want Orton to remove their protective vests for the final chair shots... is that okay with you?" Seth asked, his own brow arched. He hated the thought, but it would make fantastic television, and RAW needed the ratings just now.
Shawn rubbed his stubbly chin. "Yeah, but let Orton do the chair shots, he's had more experience. He can bruise without damage. While he's doing that, we want you to leave the ring and join Steph and Hunter. You're going to share a glass of champagne with them as Orton finishes. So obnoxious." Shawn gave a little laugh. He felt good about this story and was proud that it was mostly his writing.
Seth grinned. "Oh man, that's a great touch. Your idea? It has to be, got HBK written all over it. Shawn... I … just... I have so much respect for you. You're the reason I wanted to be a sports entertainer. I admire the way you pulled yourself together... well, I just wanted to tell you that. Say, how is Adam Hart? I hated to miss the funeral, but I had the flu." Seth quickly slipped on a tee shirt and pulled on a pair of shorts under his towel. Seth then put the towel on the bench.
Shawn flushed a bit at Seth's words. He'd heard the same, many times over the years, but it always humbled him. "Thanks, Seth. That means a lot to me. I wasn't always a good example, but I hope I can be now..." Shawn frowned. "I'm worried about Adam. He's not answering his phone. Jason and I are going to stop in Asheville, on the way back from the mid-west loop. We'll I'd better go find Hunt. Good luck tonight." Shawn shook Seth's hand and left the locker room.
Seth felt a bit guilty, but damn it, he'd fallen in love with Hunter. It happened, people got divorced, the world didn't end. Seth only wished it wasn't Shawn who'd be hurt, he did idolize the man, but, Seth wanted Hunter, and, if it came to it, he'd fight for him.
Seth sighed and dug his ring attire out of his bag. He couldn't wait for Hunter to see the new set he was having made. It was white, with gold piping and it would highlight his physique in all the right ways.
He looked up when the door of the locker room opened. Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns came into the locker room. Dean glared at Seth.
"Rollins, you're my friend, but don't expect me to do that again. I will not lie to Shawn again. Maybe anyone else, but not Shawn..." Dean spoke with anger, he stopped and softened when he saw the look on Seth's face.
Dean sat next to Seth. Roman went about getting into his heavy protective ring gear. Dean placed a hand on the blond and black haired man's shoulder. "I know you love, Hunter and I know you did not expect that to happen, but... I have too much respect for Shawn, to lie to him. He knows his marriage is cracked, but he doesn't know why. What did Hunter say?" Dean was as torn as Seth and Hunter. It was a very difficult situation.
Seth gave a sniff. "He doesn't know what to do yet. Hunter is gonna be with Shawn tonight. He loves me, but he feels loyal to Shawn. I told him I'd wait, but not forever. He told me he would decide soon. Oh Dean, I didn't ask for this... I can't help that I fell in love with him. Now he's worried about his job if he hurts Shawn." Seth leaned on Dean's shoulder. Dean hugged his friend.
Roman went over to his friends. "I'm sorry, Seth. I know it's hard, but it's time to get ready. This is our big night. Why don't you come stay with Dean and I tonight?"
Seth smiled. "I'd like that, but please, if you two are gonna make out, I'd rather not see it."
Dean gave Roman a coy smirk. "Don't worry we already... in the shower... earlier... come on, we'll feed you pizza and ice cream." Dean gave Seth a nudge with his elbow, Seth laughed.
"Thanks, babe. I am sure he loved knowing about our shower. Sometimes I don't know why I love you, Ambrose." Roman shook his head and finished getting dressed.
Dean laughed. "Well, most engaged couples do have... fun... I'm sorry Seth. I love you brother, but I am not hiding my love for Roman. Oh, did Shawn agree to our idea?"
Seth smiled. "I don't want you and Roman to hide it, but nobody wants to see you... making out. Yeah, he did, oh and get this..." He went on to tell his two teammates the rest of the story plan.
"Be sure to raise your pinkie, and smack your lips as you taste the champagne. That is soooo obnoxious." Roman added as he fastened on his flack vest.
Seth's eyes lit up. "Great, thanks Roman. I am gonna miss The Shield, but we are so ready to split up. You guys are going to be hero's after tonight."
Dean curled his lips. "Yeah, I know. I'd rather be a heel, but, acting insane will be fun. I'll pull out some of my CZW stuff, a bit of Moxley mixed with Ambrose should work." Dean had begun to lace up his combat boots. He couldn't wait to get rid of the special ops attire after tonight.
Back in Asheville. Adam had actually pulled himself together enough to go buy some food. He cooked a steak and baked a potato. He sat down with his plate and a bottle of whiskey. Adam turned on the TV, to watch Monday Night RAW. It was the first time he'd watched since Bret had gotten so sick. The dogs were in the room with him, on their rugs in front of the fire. It was snowing outside, and the fire was cozy.
Adam was glad they didn't mention Bret. The memorial show had run just after the funeral. All Adam knew about it was that it was the highest rated RAW since his live sex celebration with Lita.
As he hadn't yet opened the bottle, Adam was able to watch RAW, with a veteran's eye. He saw a lot of Shawn's influence, which improved things from a year ago. He was also surprised when the announcement about the changes that were going to happen next week with the commentary team. Shawn and JBL would make it fun again.
Adam finished his food. He put off reaching for the bottle; for now. He was actually enjoying himself. Branny slept, curled up on Adam's lap. Adam was engrossed in RAW. Mostly he liked what he saw, but sometimes he's see something he would change.
Adam continued to watch. When the third hour began, he went and threw another huge log on the fire. The log would keep the fire banked for the night. He went to the door and called in the dogs who'd gone out to do their business for the night. Soon, everyone was settled back in. That was when Adam reached for the bottle.
Seth knew he'd done a good job when the fans booed him out of the building. The break up of The Shield had been a shock. The WWE Universe hadn't expected Seth to be the turn coat, they thought it would have been Dean.
Randy Orton had skillfully used a metal chair to bruise the bodies of Dean and Roman so badly, Hunter posted a picture on twitter. That only added to the fan's frenzy and WWE was still trending long after RAW went off the air.
Shawn and Hunter were in their hotel room. It was a rare week when they stayed in the same arena to film SmackDown! Chicago was always one of those cities. Tomorrow, they would fly to the next city. That was one advantage, they always had seats on the WWE private Lear Jet. The only time Hunter would drive was if the arenas were less than a two hour drive.
Shawn sat on the bed and pulled off his boots. "That was a fantastic show, Hunt. Vince is on cloud nine. I am so proud of you. Hunt?" Shawn looked at his husband. Hunter was leaning on the dresser, he stared into the mirror.
Hunter had made up his mind. He was going to give Shawn what he wanted, then... "It's Paul, not Hunter..." He finally turned to look at Shawn. "I know I've changed, but, I had to; to do the best job I could. Tonight, I'm Paul, and you are my sexy boy..." Hunter went to the bed and lifted Shawn to his feet. He began to unbutton the shirt Shawn wore.
Shawn smiled as Hunter kissed each patch of skin that was revealed. It had been so long since Hunter had touched him like this. It wasn't long before both men were naked, wrapped in each others arms.
Hunter gently laid Shawn down on the bed, so that his coppery blond hair fanned out like burnished gold silk. Hunter had actually forgotten how very beautiful Shawn was. He gently ghosted his hand over Shawn's lightly bronzed skin. Shawn might have turned fifty, but he still had the hard, muscular body of a thirty year old.
Shawn moaned softly when Hunter licked his fingers, then moved to begin to work his hole open. Hunter's mouth kissed and nipped along Shawn's graceful, yet muscular neck.
Hunter moved his hand and guided his hard cock to Shawn's tight, hot, quivering hole. He knew Shawn liked it a bit rough and he wanted this night to be for Shawn, his beautiful husband that he'd loved so much from the first time they'd met.
Shawn arched up to meet Hunter's thrusts. He moaned in Hunter's ear as Hunter continued to feast on his neck. Shawn was in paradise. Hunter was doing all the things he loved. So long, it had been so fucking long.
Hunter took Shawn's hard, aching cock in his hand and began to pump his hand in tempo with his hips. Shawn raked his nails across, up, down and all over Hunter's back.
It was Hunter's turn to growl. He'd completely forgotten how good it all felt with Shawn. He captured Shawn's lips with his and their tongues twined together.
The couple continued to make love and before they finished, they had both cum twice, and were utterly exhausted covered in sweat and cum stained.
Hunter held Shawn tightly in his arms. If only it could always be like this. Hunter however knew that wasn't possible. He wrapped his arms tighter around Shawn. A nearly asleep Shawn nuzzled his head against Hunter's shoulder.
"I love you, Paul." Shawn's raspy voice whispered. He let out a sigh of contentment. This had been the most wonderful night. Shawn drifted off into a deep, happy sleep for the first time in months.
As Hunter drifted off, he whispered in Shawn's ear. "I love you, too." He meant it, he did love Shawn.
On his mountain in Asheville, Adam was also asleep. The empty whiskey bottle fell from his hand, and landed with a thud on the carpet. Tundra and Branny stirred at the sound, Shine looked at her brothers. She saw them looking at their master. The three dogs then looked at each other. If dog's could cry...
Seth Rollins tossed on the pullout couch bed in Dean and Roman's hotel room. True to their word, the recently engaged couple refrained from fucking, at least in front of Seth. Seth was fairly sure they had made love in shower.
Seth's mind was in another hotel room, three floors up. It was the first night in weeks that Hunter hadn't sent him a goodnight text. His mind was all over the place.
Maybe he should just end things with Hunter. It would sure make things a lot easier. There was just one problem with that. He loved Hunter and was already deeply invested in the relationship. Still, maybe, if he ended it now, he could still recover. Seth didn't know, this was the first time he'd been in love. He'd had a lot of boyfriends, and relationships, but none of them were serious. He'd been too busy training and working to fall in love.
When Hunter had called him to the office six months ago, to tell him the plan for ending The Shield, Seth hadn't expected to begin an affair. It started slowly. At first, Hunter took him to dinner, not as a date, but to further discuss his future with the WWE.
During their dinner, the talk turned to a more general conversation. Their likes and dislikes, music, hobbies, politics, everything. The conversation flowed so easily between them. They discovered they had a lot in common. Seth also found out that Hunter was not as happily married as it appeared.
Hunter and Shawn really didn't have anything in common outside of the WWE. Shawn was ready to settle, after all he was fifty now. Hunter was still young, forty two and full of energy and career minded. Shawn would be happy on his ranch while Hunter loved the hustle of Orlando and Tampa, as did Seth.
When their third dinner "date" had ended, Hunter kissed Seth softly good night. On the night of the tenth dinner, they wound up in bed. Neither Hunter nor Seth had planned it, it just happened. It also wasn't just a torrid sexual affair, they were in love.
At first, Hunter tried to deny that he was falling in love with Seth. The time came when he realized he couldn't deny it any longer. Hunter felt guilty, but, he couldn't regret falling for Seth, it felt too right.
Seth was startled when the alarm clock began to buzz. It was across the room. It was Dean's way of making sure he got up. Seth suppressed a giggle as Dean let out a curse when he stubbed his toe. Seth jumped again when his cell phone vibrated on his pillow. He'd put it there in case Hunter texted him at some point. He grinned, the message was from Hunter.
Hunter placed his cell phone into his pocket as he left the bathroom. He took a deep breath, and called out to Shawn. "Shawn, come sit down, please." Hunter sat on the couch in the living room area of their hotel room.
Shawn was getting dressed. He'd woken up at five like he did every morning. He'd showered, even though he was going for his usual five mile run. He'd almost been sorry to wash the smell of Hunter's musky sex from his body, it had been a while since he'd last inhaled the intoxicating scent. He finished tying his sneaker.
"Just a minute, babe." Shawn tied the other shoe, then placed his favorite DX baseball cap on his head. He tightened the elastic of his pony tail as he pulled it through the back of his cap.
Hunter patted the sofa when Shawn looked at him. Shawn knew something was wrong, he could see it all over his husband's face. Shawn sat down next to Hunter.
"What's wrong, darlin'? Was I too hard on you last night? Oh Hunter, it was so wonderful. I've missed us... like that. I love you, Paul." Shawn leaned in to kiss his husband. He was stunned when Hunter pulled away and stopped him.
"Shawn, I love you... but... something has happened. It's not something I meant to happen, but... it did..." Hunter paused. There was no easy way to say what he had to say.
Shawn laid a hand on Hunter's arm. "So, I guess the rumors are true. It doesn't matter, darlin'. You made a mistake, it happens. I forgive you because I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. I know what happens, you get lonely. I'm gonna be here full time now. We can fix this. I know our marriage has cracked a bit, but cracks can be repaired. I love you." His turquoise eyes were filled with so many emotions as he looked at Hunter. He wore a soft smile of understanding and hope.
Hunter sighed. Why did Shawn have the ability to speak so rationally in moments where most people would be hysterical. Hunter looked at Shawn. The only way to do it was to... do it, hard, clean and quick, like ripping the bandage off a bloody wound.
"Shawn, I don't know how else to say this. It is the hardest thing I've ever had to say. It is the hardest decision I've ever had to make. No matter what, I will always love you..." Hunter paused once again. He'd made his decision. So why was it so hard to say it.
"Hunter, you're scaring me. For the love of God man, just tell me. Are you... is it... like Bret?" Shawn gripped Hunter's arm.
Hunter's eyes went wide. "No, no, I'm not... I'm not sick. Shawn, I've fallen in love with someone else... I... I... want a divorce."
