~[Hunter]~

Hunter stifled a yawn, rolling his eyes as he listened to Goldberg rant. /Lord, Vince was insane to hire this ass. Putting him in a feud with Chris... well, it's helped blunt most of the backstage crap, but I don't know if it was one of our brighter ideas. Forcing those two to work together hasn't blunted the hate. And if I didn't know better, I'd think Goldberg was planning something. Of course, that would require thought, which he's never been good at./

He looked around the room, pleased to see that attention was squarely on the current speaker. /I hate these things. Speeches and signings and photo ops... god. Stupid pay-per-view./

Wondering how much longer the speeches would last, he glanced down the table at Shawn and Chris and smiled slightly when he saw how bored they looked. Chris was managing not to glare at Goldberg, which was impressive in and of itself. /At least Vince was smart enough not to put Goldberg anywhere near any of us./ He watched as Goldberg stomped by, heading for his seat down at the end of the table, past Trish and Victoria. He shifted a bit, then leaned towards Kevin, touching him on the arm during the brief lull. When he leaned over slightly, Hunter smirked at him.

"I think we should remind Shawn how to pass the time during these stupid things. Chris looks pretty bored," he whispered. A slow grin spread across Kevin's face and he nodded.

Hunter scribbled a quick note under the table and handed it to Kevin, who leaned back in an exaggerated stretch as he caught Shawn's eye. Shawn leant back in his char a second later, turning his head to the side as he hid a theatrical yawn, reaching behind the momentarily empty podium to snatch the note from Kevin's hand. Hunter saw Vince glaring at them and had to hide his laughter with a cough. /Knows us too well./

Kevin straightened up again and Hunter watched Shawn out of the corner of his eye as he glanced at the scrap of paper he held. He saw the grin that Shawn immediately hid, but was forced to pay attention to the crowd in front of them as Vince stood and announced Kevin as the next speaker.

Hunter watched appreciatively as Kevin stood and took a step to the side, but remembered to glare as Kev started in on a speech about how he was going to win the title from Hunter and incidentally beat him senseless while doing so. He managed not to snicker as Kevin tried to look fierce, and forcibly stomped on the wave of heat that ran through him as Kevin glowered darkly at him. The last time he'd seen that look, he'd been naked on their bed and Kev had been fully clothed, belt in hand... Hunter shuddered slightly and turned his mind to other things, waiting for Kevin to finish.

After that, it was his turn at the mike, and he started a variant on his traditional rant about the title belonging to him and him alone, letting his mind wander a bit. He was startled by a pinch on his butt, and broke in his rant long enough to glare at Kevin, who was leaning back and smirking at him. With a growl, he finished his speech, cutting it a little short, and walked back to his seat.

"How many more speeches?" Kev asked quietly.

Hunter glanced around, mentally counting, and sighed. "Four. Trish and Victoria, and Shawn and Chris." Kevin rolled his eyes and slumped down in his seat a bit. Hunter cast a look down the table and was gratified to see Chris twitching slightly in his seat as Shawn leaned nonchalantly on one arm, the other one out of sight under the table. /Shawn must be taking it easy on him for now. Just wait til later,/ he thought smugly.

Any remaining smugness was wiped off his face when he felt Kevin's hand creeping up his thigh. He shot a startled look at his lover, only to meet a lazy smile in return.

/I shouldn't have reminded him how to get rid of the boredom.../ He had to stifle a gasp as Kevin leaned forward slightly, using the change in position to unzip Hunter's slacks and slip his fingers inside. /Thank god for formal tablecloths, I guess./ Hunter shot Kevin an appealing look, but was ignored. He bit the inside of his cheek as Kevin wrapped his fingers around his cock, squeezing the rapidly hardening flesh.

/Dammit. No wonder he was so interested in what I was wearing today... and why he claimed we didn't have time for a morning quickie./ Hunter tried to keep from moving as he continued watching their audience, those fingers trailing down to tease the skin beneath his balls, and cast a nearly desperate look down the table. /The girls have done their bit... just Shawn and Chris now.../

He jumped a bit as Kevin pinched the sensitive skin under his fingers and Hunter's eyes shot up to his. Kevin just looked at him, and Hunter had to swallow a moan as those fingers started moving again. They never stopped, squeezing and stroking, moving down to fondle his balls before returning to his aching shaft.

He couldn't help but shift in his seat, his hips trying to follow those movements, heat flickering at the base of his spine. When Hunter felt himself tense, felt the drops of precum start leaking from his cock, Kevin slipped his fingers around the base of his erection and squeezed _hard_.

The sudden flare of lust took Hunter by surprise. He managed not to squeak, but some noise must've escaped him, since Trish cast a concerned glance his way. He shook his head at her, clearing his throat, and closed his eyes, concentrating on not coming right then and there. When he felt like he had some semblance of control, he slitted his eyes open enough to glare at his lover.

Kevin ignored him, turning to him with outward concern masking the satisfaction that Hunter could see in his eyes. He gave Hunter's shaft one last squeeze, wiping off the liquid pooling on the head with his thumb before pulling his hand back. He casually brought his hand up to his face, resting his chin on his palm as he licked the pearly fluid off his thumb with an appreciative smile. Hunter nearly moaned out loud at the sight, his cock throbbing painfully as he took several deep breaths.

He barely heard Vince announce the autograph session, but wondered plaintively to himself if the day would ever end.

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