DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone or anything of the WWF or Titan.
DISTRIBUTION: Flights.
RATING: NC-17, I think
CONTENT: Slash, m/m, some obscene language
SPOILERS: None, this takes place after the infamous wedding of November 29th, 1999.
SUMMARY: What I think happened after the non-wedding event.
Test ran backstage to find Hunter. Beads of sweat still ran down his face but it wasn't out of fear, not anymore. Now, it was out of relief. He got to the DX dressing rom before Shane and banged on the door as hard as he could. Billy Gunn answered, a mile-wide shit-eating grin on his face.
"Hey Test, what can I..."
"Don't fuck with me Billy! Where's Hunter?"
"Probably with his blushing bride."
"Yeah right. Where is he?"
"Hunter's waiting for us in the limo," said Road Dogg, coming from the bathroom, X-Pac trailing behind him, both of them with satisfied grins on their faces.
"Thanks," said Test, rushing to the parking lot.
Hunter sat in the back of the limo, watching the footage from RAW. It was still funny. Hell, it was freaking hilarious. He was a member of the McMahon clan. He could call Vince Dad. It couldn't have gone off better if he'd planned it and wouldn't you know it: he had planned it. He chuckled to himself and sat back in the seat, hitting the rewind button on the remote. He had to see the look on Vince's face again.
Just then, the passenger door swung open and Test got into the limo next to him, ordering the driver to go.
"What the fuck are you doing here," asked Hunter.
"What do you think? I'm here to pay you for getting me out of marrying that twit."
"Come on, you missed your chance to be a McMahon. How can you be grateful?"
"Have you seen Stephanie? Damn man, I got to thank you for getting me off the hook."
"Well," said Hunter looking the almost groom-to-be up and down, "what did you have in mind?"
"Cash," said Test with a telling smile.
"Mmmm, I need more."
"Tell me what you need and I might give it to you."
"Telling I'm not good at, but I'll show you."
Hunter grabbed Test by the neck, curling his finger around his ponytail and brought his mouth down to his roughly. His tongue went straight for the Canadian's tonsils, not bothering to wait for the taller man's response. But when Test did respond, did he ever. He sent his own tongue down Hunter's throat while his fingers went to that leather jacket and whatever was under it.
In the front seat, the female driver was getting an eyeful and kept on driving around in circles, not wanting to end this show.
Hunter's tee-shirt was off and Test was eagerly sucking on one of his nipples while his fingers toyed with the other one. The leader of DX sat back, enjoying the service, wondering how lonely Stephanie was on her wedding night, what with real groom and would-be groom being so busy with each other. He would have dwelled some more on the topic but that's when Test opened his jeans and hissed when he found Hunter had gone commando.
His fingers curled around the shaft, pumping up and down as his mouth settled on the dark red head. Hunter could have chosen to stop and marvel at his new partner's talents but chose not to. There would be plenty of time for that later. Finally, Test took all of Hunter's cock in his mouth, sucking at it like a vacuum, but with so much more finesse. With one hand, he cupped the firm balls, caressing them lightly while he used his free hand to tease Hunter's hole. As the feel of those fingers on that over-sensitive area, Hunter pushed his dick further into Test's mouth, pumping in out and off it furiously.
But when he felt about ready to cum, he pulled out of Test's mouth. Hunter shut the mouth open in protest with another kiss while he undid the pants and pulled them down along with the boxers. The boner he saw there was of startling size and couldn't help bending over it and giving it a quick suck.
"God, you taste good," he told Test before turning him over.
Hunter looked down at the beautiful ass he was about to enter and felt himself get harder, if that was possible. His cock was still wet and trembling from Test's incredible cock-sucking abilities so when he bent over, it was to have a taste of that ass and to prepare his entrance. His tongue smoothed over the ridges of the tight little rosebud, opening it and preparing it.
Usually, Hunter prepared his partners for his more than impressive size with a finger or two but he was too hot for that. So was Test apparently, who kept on rubbing his ass against Hunter's cock. So in he went. He had to go about it slowly cause Test was tighter than Edge had been (another story, another time). It was a long process but an exciting
one. But once he was in, Hunter figured he might as well go for broke, and he did, rocking in and out of Test's ass like a piledriver digging away at concrete.
"Fuck me, damn it, fuck me," hissed Test, pushing his hips back to meet Hunter's. "Fuck ME!!!"
Obeying orders, Hunter fucked Test until he couldn't fuck him anymore. He came in an orgasm that made his toes curl in his boots. And when he finally slumped against Test's back, exhausted and spent, he heard the Canadian give a great grunt and realized he'd just pumped himself to orgasm on the limo's seat.
Five minutes later, the limo was stopping in front of the hotel the WWF roster was calling home during their Los Angeles stay.
"Well," asked Test as he ran his hand up and down Hunter's thigh, "is my debt paid in full?"
"Come to my room later and we'll see."
When Test walked by the McMahon suite on his way to Hunter's room, he heard Stephanie wailing, Linda cooing words of encouragement, Vince swearing and Shane planning revenge with his Mean Street Posse. He could have stopped and offered encouragement but he had to get to Hunter's cock.
Screw marriage! Screwing a degenerate was so much sweeter.