A/N: I apologize that this has taken so long to update. My musi have taken a leave of absence, except for my Kane muse and he's not been particularly helpful as of late. Anyways, Enjoy!
Morning came to soon for Scott. He felt the bed move and opened one eye sleepily, then grunted as he sat up. Glen turned around from looking for his boxers and smiled sheepishly at him.
"Morning. Didn't mean to wake you up." He said as he moved back over and kissed Scott gently.
"Mmm. It's ok. I have to start packing anyways." He rubbed his eyes and watched quietly as Glen went back to gathering up his clothes.
Soon Glen was dressed except for his shirt, Scott had done a number on it last night when he pulled it off. Scott grinned when Glen shrugged his shoulders and tossed the ruined shirt in the trash can and tried to tame his hair the best he could. Even in the dim light of the room Glen looked like an Adonis, his muscles rippling with his movement and Scott felt himself get hard all over again.
"So, with the risk of sounding like a love sick teenager, where do we stand now?" Scott asked, hating the slightly dependent sound that he heard in his voice.
"I don't know." Glen said.
"But???" Scott prodded even though he had the feeling that he wasn't going to like what Glen said next.
"But I don't think it would be in our best interests if we started something right now. We're going to be apart for the next few months and that can put an undue amount of stress on a stable relationship so think of what it's going to do to one in the 'honeymoon' stage."
"I guess you're right." Scott said glumly, absolutely hating that fact that Glen was right.
"But that doesn't mean that I regret last night. Because I don't." Glen moved over and bent down pressing a searing kiss to Scott's lips as his hands wandered down south of the border. "In fact, how about a rematch before I hit the road."
Scott couldn't say anything, his body was on autopilot as he arched into Glen's warm hand. Quickly Glen discarded his clothes and covered Scott's body with his own, kissing and licking on his neck. Whatever it was between them Scott abandoned himself to it, moaning loudly as Glen scooted down and took him in his mouth, his tongue caressing his length as his hands cupped and massaged his balls. Scott was dancing on the edge of the blade, about to topple over the side when Glen pulled away and impaled him, burying his length to hilt in him.
"Damn, you're so tight." Glen panted as he stilled for a moment.
"After last night I wouldn't think smmmmmm." Scott's sentence ended in a moan as Glen pulled out and slammed back into him, bringing his back up off the bed.
Words were unnecessary after that point, the only thing that mattered was the burning heat in their bodies that only the friction from Glen's thrusts cooled. The pace was hard and fast and within moments both came with loud cries of completion. They lay there for a moment, their breaths mingling until Glen pulled out and moved over to his side. Scott rolled over and pushed the hair from his face gently, loving the way the strands slipped through his fingers. Glen was staring up at his hand and Scott's breathing hitched as he grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to the palm.
"You had better get going." Scott said softly against Glen's lips.
"I know." The sentence was said with a touch of sadness and Scott suddenly wished that he'd never jumped ship with Kevin.
Once again Glen pulled himself out of the bed and slipped into his clothes, smiling as he turned and winked at Scott before he ducked out into the early morning light. With a sight Scott dropped back against the bed, bringing the pillow that Glen had lain on up to his nose and inhaling his scent. He grinned widely as he stripped the pillow of it's case then got up and stuffed it deep into his bag.
Thankfully for Kevin morning came soon and he slipped out of bed, wincing as his body protested the movement. As quietly as he could, he gathered his clothes and slipped into them, watching Mark for any sudden movements. There were none, just his chest rising and falling gently as he snored lightly. Kevin picked up his shoes and tiptoed over to the door, hoping that it wouldn't wake Mark up. He eased the door open and slipped out, letting out a huge sigh of relief as he stood in the hallway. He started towards the elevator, hurrying so he could get the hell out of dodge. The doors slid closed on him and he leaned against the cool faux wood panels as he slipped his shoes on.
He didn't know what had gotten into Mark last night, but he did know that it was too rough for his liking. And was pretty sure that Mark had torn him at one point. His mind flashed back to the times he had taken Glen like that he felt bile rise in his throat. He had had no idea that it hurt that bad, he had never bottomed before Mark and up until last night, Mark had been a relatively gentle lover. Sure they nipped and bit down, but he had never pounded him as hard as he did and he had never once entered without using lube of some type. As the doors slid open again Kevin came to the conclusion that he was this was the worlds way of getting back at him for what he had done.
He stepped out of the elevator and started through the lobby, stopping dead as he watched Glen stride through the door shirtless. He looked around for something to hide behind, he didn't want Glen to see him. On his right was a potted plant and quickly he dove behind it, peeking out between the leaves as he tracked Glen's movement across the lobby. He was heading to the elevator when Shawn and Hunter stopped him. Hunter was grinning at him while Shawn frowned. That was unusual for Shawn, normally he was all for half nakedness. Glen laughed and moved away, shaking his head as Shawn glared daggers at Hunter.
Whatever had been said certainly didn't include Kevin and after Shawn and Hunter drifted off he came out from his hiding place and finished his trek to the door. He hit the parkinglot and practically darted to his car, ignoring the pain his lower back. He just wanted to get the hell out of there and as quickly as he possibly could.
Mark awoke some time later, rubbing his eye he sat up and looked around his room. Kevin was gone and Mark was glad. He hadn't wanted to face him after what had happened between them last night. He felt slightly guilty for taking his frustrations at Glen out on him. After all it wasn't Kevin's fault that he had acted like a total douche towards Glen at the restaurant.
"But it is Kevin's fault that yer not together now." His mind fired at him as he climbed out of bed. "If he hadn't of tied y'all up and tried to rape Glen again this wouldn't have happened and it would have been Glen you were plowing last night instead of that dumb bastard."
Mark shook his head, but he had to agree with himself. Kevin was going getting what was coming to him for his interference in his and Glen's life. That thought absolved him of some of the guilt, but a little more came back when he turned and seen the blood stain on the bed from Kevin. He shook his head again, telling himself that Kevin had done worse to Glen than he had done and that he shouldn't feel guilty at all about inflicting the pain that he had. But on a deep level his stomach was repulsed by what he had done and he wanted nothing more than curl up in a ball and never move.
Never once had he ever taken pleasure in someones pain, at least not outside the ring, and it scared him. In fact his orgasm had been harder than he ever remembered and he had laughed as Kevin lay whimpering and bleeding under him. Three times he had taken Kevin, each time harder and more brutal than the time before and Mark would be amazed if he hadn't caused some internal damage to the man. He turned his back to the bed and headed into the shower, wanting to get the scent of spent seed and sweat off of him. As he played with the water temperature he whistled an upbeat tune, smiling as he stepped under the hot water. Now that his frustrations had been worked out he had a clear mind to think up of a way to win Glen back.
Seeing as how WCW and WWF were going their separate ways for awhile he had time to work on him with out Scott getting in the way. And if the little bastard got in the way after they merged once more than he had no qualms taking him out. In fact he had the feeling that he would enjoy watching Scott squirm as he got the same treatment that Kevin had got. He laughed at the thought, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the tiny space.
