| Chace Crawford and Mark Callaway - Tell Me Something I Don't Know
||[Sep. 27th, 2010|09:04 am]
NPCs - Paul Levenque, Glenn Jacobs, Adam Copeland, room service guy
[Comments welcomed, screened and loved]
Backdated to August 16
WARNINGS: Rough sex, exhibitionism, some blood
Please be aware that this log does not follow SSC or RACK principles. As well, although both pups are members of Citadel, the actions contained herein do not take place on Citadel property and are neither condoned nor endorsed by said organization.
Paul sighs as he turns his head, enjoying the massage.
Grinning at the compliment, Chace chuckles at the fact that he's working on a man that looks like he could break him like a toothpick and use the slivers to clean his teeth. "The training was extensive," he says, focusing on the tension between the man's shoulders. Working lower toward the man's hips, he thinks for a moment then pauses. "Sir, didn't get to thank you really before. Thank you," he whispers, leaning into the movement of his hands.
"For what, kid?" Paul lifts up a bit to look back at the boy. "Cause I'm thinking I'm the one should be making sure I thank you." His legs spread apart a little more as he half stretches. "And if Steph ever finds out how good you are, I'll never be able to grab you again."
"Steph, sir? She...she wouldn't, you know, want a...a..." Chace swallows, eyes widening at the very thought of it, "massage, would she? Am trained, sure, for women, but...but never, not since training was over..." He falls silent, the very idea of massaging a woman, his Master's boss to boot, has Chace's heart thumping. "Just glad to help out though, really."
"Relax, kid." Paul chuckles. "If she ain't your type, then she ain't. Make me glad, one less guy I gotta keep my eye on around her. So what's the thanks for?" He lays back down, arms going to his sides. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. "But maybe you can teach her a little."
Breathing a soft sigh of relief, Chace pauses for a moment. "You helped get him home that night. Thank you for that. It's not something that...just glad you were there." He remembers the men trying to get his Master into the house and now that it's over, he can actually smile about it, but then... He blinks and looks up, a grin on his face. "Teach her? Could do that, sure!" Chace moves lower, rubbing at the backs of the man's thighs.
"That was as much for Mark as you. Me and him have been here a long time. We owe each other a lot. Been through things the new guys can't understand. I got respect for the man like you can't believe. And I'm going to take you up on those lessons, just you wait."
"Understood sir," Chace says softly, his hands kneading the man's strong calves, "but he...just thank you." He swallows, going back to work as he moves downward, putting attention on the heals and arches of Paul's feet. "A massage after a show, or anytime, is definitely the way to go, sir." Chace looks up and smiles at the man's back. "You've both been friends a long time then?"
"Yeah. Not the best friends, not always even on the best terms. But we understand each other. You don't know this, but he once said that if he were starting his own federation, he would want me to be his first wrestler. I couldn't believe it when I heard. That is like the biggest compliment he could've paid me." Paul shakes his head. "But yeah, we're good. I was glad he was the one who retired Shawn. It was right that it was him. No one else could have or should have done it."
Wiping his hands on a warm, wet towel, Chace watches Paul, listens to his words. It's odd to see these huge giants of men that seem to have such a profound respect for each other. Then again, Chace thinks, in their business, you'd almost have to have it. "It bothered him afterward, he never said much, but...it was easy to tell and..." Chace closes his mouth, "and might be talking a bit too much," he says with a smile.
"It's okay. Just the fact he came out and tipped his hat to Shawn. Yeah, that told everybody what he felt. Shawn understood, that's all that counts. I know how Mark is about that. Always been like that." Paul sits up, stretching. "Close to the vest is not even coming to close to how he is. You have to learn how to read what he'd doesn't say."
Chuckling quietly, Chace tosses the used towel into a small bin in the corner of the room then moves to sit at the end of the table. "That's hard sometimes. Guess it comes easier the longer you know him. It'll come." He sighs, swinging his legs, eyes on the floor. "Did you know the one before me?" he asks with a sideways glance, the word 'me' sounding strange on his lips.
"Yeah, kinda. I used to be a member of Citadel, before I met Steph. Saw him a few times, never rented him though. He was..." Paul shrugs. "I thought he was going to work out too. But he turned out to be crap. It sucked that Mark ended up wasting so much time on him."
"It doesn't want that, to end up like that," he says quietly. Smiling as he realizes he might very well be confusing the man next to him, Chace leans in slightly. "Master took the name from it," Chace says as he touches his fingers to his chest. "And it's not planning on going anywhere, not ever. Master won't be wasting his time here."
"I was wondering how he was going to work not having you have a name. Took forever to realize who all people were talking about when they mentioned 'Gilroy'. So, should I not call you kid or what? What does he call you, it?" Paul has a small frown as he works it out. "So you don't say 'you', guessing he doesn't either?"
"No sir, kid is fine, sir. Not like you can say 'it' in front of people. Gilroy is...not sure actually. A name Master found for documents so that legally, the old name is gone. It - the name - has meanings that seem to fit Master well." He smiles at Paul as he glances up. "It's strange sometimes, being in around everyone and not being like them."
"Kinda like knowing about Citadel, but to the Nth degree." Paul smiles, looking up as the door opens. "Hey! We're- Glenn? What you doing here? Thought you'd be gone."
"I got told to stick around." Glenn rolls his eyes. "You know how that is. Hey you." He nods to the boy. "Heard he was in here. Wondered if he could work on my shoulder or is he too tired after dealing with you?"
Chace looks up as the other man comes in, glad for the fact that it's someone he already knows. There are ones that Chace is more than at ease around, then there are the ones that make him feel like they're wondering how easily he'd snap in two. "Just finished up, sir." He looks around for a moment, his voice lowering. "Haven't heard from Master, so it should be okay."
"Yeah, went past him in the hall but didn't get a chance to say anything. He was walking with one of the creative staff, arguing about something. So who knows when he'll be free." Glenn sits down, cracking his neck. "You sure you're up for another one this quick?"
Grinning wide, Chace can't help but laugh. "It's a massage, sir, you're not asking for a marathon." Taking the oil back out of the bag, Chace slides from the table and retrieves a towel before moving behind Glenn. "Sir really shouldn't crack, it'll only make it worse in the long run." He rubs several drops of oil between his palms then begins to rub across Glenn's shoulders.
"Yeah, they keep on that with me too. Just feels so good when it goes though." He hangs his head, eyes closing. "Where do you people go to learn how to do this? Cause I've tried with my wife and it doesn't seem to work as well."
"Well, the kid's offered to teach Steph. Maybe he can do a whole class thing. Though it might work more in my favor if I learned how to do it to her. Totally surprise her with it."
Working as he talks, Chace shrugs slightly. "It's harder for women since most...well, except for the ones around here, don't have the upper body strength or the strength in their hands." In all truth, however, Chace barely has enough strength to rival the muscles the men of WWE have. It's not like working on a normal human.
Paul is about to answer when the door flies open and Adam runs in, slamming it shut behind him. He motions the others to be quiet as the sound of running and yells pass by. He looks outside after a minute, smiling as he closes the door again. "And for the win!"
"Do I even want to know what that was about?"
"Probably not. Jericho and Evan Bourne. Just helping them to lighten up a bit. And this seems like the place to be." He waves to Glenn and the boy as he takes his phone out. "Least long enough to make a call."
"How is Jeff? Doing better?" Paul moves over on the table.
"Yeah. He's working on things. Might even manage another shot at WWE, who knows?"
It's getting to be like a reunion in the room as the door flies open and another very familiar face comes in. Laughing, Chace watches the blond man and thinks how, even though he's this tall muscular figure, he acts like a large kid. "You love tormenting them, don't you?" he asks as he works downward on Glenn's shoulders.
"You have to do something while you wait. Might as well make it fun. Damn, got the voice mail. Must be working out. Hey, call me when you get done, okay? Love you, bye."
"How long you've been going out?" Glenn looks up.
"Steady last six. Was just messing around couple years before that. Toward the end of our feuding." He flashes a quick smile. "Guess you could say we were too method before that."
Chace looks up, confused by the words. He grabs a warm towel and wraps it around Glenn's shoulders, his eyes on Adam. "You had a feud going on with him? That's one hell of a kiss and make up thing." His cheeks flush with color as he realizes he's speaking out in a room where he wonders if he should just keep quiet.
"On the show. Him and his brother Matt would fight me and Jason. Jason's Christian, Edge's brother. We started the TLC run in WWF. Tables, Ladders and Chairs. Jeff was insane in those. The falls he would make." Adam shakes his head. "Some of them, you'd be surprised he can still walk."
Right there Chace decides that there needs to be a cliff note version or maybe a 'WWE for Dummies' thing. "What's WWF?" His mind goes to the videos he's found on the net and his eyes widen for a moment. "You mean...you mean that wasn't just, ya know...fake? He really did all that stuff?"
Paul's face shows the confusion they all feel. "Okay, now from the knuckleheads out there, I would expect that. But as long as you've been with Mark, you're really asking that? You've seen how beat up he is after a match and you think there's a trick to it? There's no mirrors or whatever to doing a back flip from a twenty foot ladder and landing on a guy spread out on a table under you. We don't get chairs from a special place so they break easy."
Chace shakes his head, trying to quickly backpedal. "No! No, that's not it at all. It's just..." He looks from Paul to Adam. "Those moves. The ones on the net that you find when you look up his name, they'd break every bone in the human body. Wouldn't they? He looked like he hit flat in some of them." Feeling more than a little foolish, he ducks his head. "It knows the acts aren't staged, just seemed a bit surreal. That's all."
"It does seem like a miracle that he's still in one piece. He's gotten hurt, but not near as much as you would think. It's just...mind over body with him. That's the only way I can explain it." Adam smiles as he thinks about it. "There were times when he could barely move the next day."
"And to answer your other question, WWF stands for World Wrestling Federation, what the WWE used to be called." Glenn pats the boy on the back, realizing how embarrassed he is and trying to help him out.
Giving an almost timid smile to the large man with a hand the size of Chace's head, he nods and looks up, blue eyes saying a silent thanks. "There's just so much to learn about. Wrestling, it just wasn't something it ever thought about." He looks around wondering if he should maybe be more starstruck with the men in the room than he is. "Never heard of any of you before, well...before."
Paul chuckles. "Yeah, we get that at times. Always kinda takes me by surprise. I'm so used to people who know about me and can remember this and this and got websites about me. Even back when we were just everywhere in the mainstream, back in the Attitude days. You were at Wrestlemania, you saw how it was. All the people that were there."
Chace nods at the man's words. "Those people are intense! Saw one that was dressed like my..." he glances around, still unsure about the words in front of others, "he had the coat and the hat and his eyes all done up." The only thing was the man looked to be about half a foot shorter than himself. He puts the oil back in the bag. "Do they all do that? The fans dressing up?"
"To some degree or the other. Some just wear our shirts, don't go all the way. Some go crazy, spend like loads of time on the costumes. They know our catch phrases, our poses. See who can do them better." Adam smiles. "There are some out there who look more like Edge than I do."
"More like Edge?" he asks with a laugh. "Don't really believe that but, yeah, there are ones that really go all out. Can't see too many of them trying to achieve Kane though." Chace smiles warmly at Adam, his blue eyes soft. He's glad there are those that he can talk to that understand, ones that he can be himself in front of, and with, who won't pass judgement for what he is, how he lives and what he chose to give up to do so.
"Oh, I've got one or two out there. Was moreso when I still had the mask. Made it easier." Glenn chuckles.
He stares at Glenn for a moment, eyes going from the man's feet to his head. "The costumes may be close or even the same, but...not seeing them be able to copy you all the way." He leans in a bit closer. "So, who has the best entrance?" he asks with a teasing grin.
"Mine of course." All three say in unison, then glare at each other before breaking out in laughter. "Okay, as far as production and how well they go with our gimmicks, then all of us." Paul shrugs. "But the one right now that gets the most pop?"
"Taker." Again all three speak at the same time.
There's a certain swell of pride deep inside him as the men all seem to hold his Master with such high regard. He grins wide, eyes twinkling. "It's definitely one that makes the entire place go silent and insane at the same time." He remembers being so close to that burst of heat and wondering how his Master handles it.
"The first time I was in the ring and heard his music and he was coming for me?" Adam shakes his head. "I almost forgot everything I was supposed to do. And the time spent in the Ministry only added to it. You're just in that moment and for a quick second, yeah it feels like Death is coming for you."
Remembering the first time he saw his Master in the full 'Taker' mode, Chace actually shudders and wraps his arms around himself. "It definitely has a way, doesn't it? The whole persona, the look." He can't even imagine being in a ring and watching his Master, with that look on his face, walking toward the ring and knowing he's coming after you. Then again... "Tried once to do that thing with the eyes? Got a wicked ass headache from it."
More laughter. "Yeah, that's one of his 'talents', that bit. Don't even know when he started it.
Only one I know who can do it that long and have hardly any eye showing. Just the white. Does he like practice that thing at home or does he just have it so down by now?"
Chace shakes head, his own eyes wide. "No. Then again, it tries not to be in the same room when he goes all 'Taker mode'. It's not in the habit of wetting its pants. The coat just hanging in the bag alone sorta brings on goosebumps." It's not until Chace has stopped that he realizes how he's referred to himself yet it seems the most natural thing in the world.
There's a small frown on Glenn's face. His eyes flick from Paul and Adam to the boy then back. "That one of those...whatevers?"
"Yeah. It's...fuck I don't even know how to go into it." Paul scratches his chin. "Possession, just go with that. Totally, in every way, all the way."
Glenn looks at the boy. "Soo, we should do...that too? Does it mess you up or...hell I don't even know what I'm asking."
He stares at the men as if they've all suddenly sprouted an extra head on their shoulders. The frown on Glenn's face confuses him, the way Paul suddenly looks more than a bit in a state of unease. "Do..what? Not following you," he says, looking between the men.
"You're not. Messing him up I mean. He's kinda like us. He knows when he's him with us and when he's it with Mark. You learn how to change between the two like we do with the fans and our families." Adam shrugs. "Just the side you want or need to be."
He looks at the other men as if they're speaking some sort of secret code. "Possession?" Shaking his head, it takes several long moment before he can decipher what the men are talking about and a deep crimson hue comes over his face and throat. "If you're talking about what word to use, that would be up to Master." Blue eyes dart up to Adam then lower once more. "It's not confusing really, though."
Glenn decides to leave it. So long as the kid's fine, then okay. He knows he could get Mark to explain if he really needs it.
In the silence that follows, Adam's phone rings. He checks it, smiling as he answers. "Hey you." He moves off to a corner of the room, his voice getting lowering.
"Oh god. He's going to be all bouncy now." Paul fake shudders.
"You know I call him Tigger when he gets like that." Glenn laughs.
Chace watches Adam with a grin then turns to Paul and smiles. "He gets bouncy? Like, really bouncy? This should be cute." The fact that this muscled man could even remotely get 'bouncy' makes Chace giggle. "You can get away with that," he says as he looks at Glenn, "because you're seven foot."
"Well that and I know where his parents live." Glenn stares at the kid, the smile gone from his face. His voice is low, measured and his hands open and close.
The sudden difference in the man next to him has Chace trying to inch away as his mind works to figure out exactly what he's done to bring that tone from a man that could easily break him in two. His mouth opens but no sound comes and he simply lowers his eyes and tries to slowly shift away.
Glenn manages to hold it for a minute longer before he and Paul break out in laughter. Paul falls over onto his side as Glenn leans back, holding his sides. "Sorry, kid."
"Hey! Trying to talk here!" Adam flashes them an angry look before returning to his phone.
Chace's brows draw in tight as the men suddenly are thrown into a fit of laughter and he looks between them, his eyes darting up to Adam as he chides them. Squirming in his spot, Chace gnaws on his lower lip. "Thought you were mad," he mutters.
"Of course. Wouldn't have worked if you didn't buy it." Paul manages to control himself first. "It's called a rib in the business. Just pulling your leg."
"And we wouldn't have if we didn't like you. Least not like this. Be a lot worse. Trust me. Wait til you hear the Public Enemy stories." Glenn rests his hand on the kid's shoulder.
"Oh yeah." Adam jumps on the table next to Paul, a wide smile on his face. And yes, there is a definite bounce to him. "Much worse."
"Could warn next time," Chace says, the hint of a grin on his lips, "since there was nearly a puddle on the table this time." Chace isn't short by any means - at six foot he's a decent height - but against Glenn, he looks like the eighth dwarf. He relaxes as the large hand lays on his shoulder, blue eyes going between the men. "What's a public enemy?" He finally grins at Adam. "You do bounce when you get off the phone with him."
"Two jackasses who thought they were the shit and got learned different. And ain't he just?" Paul squeezes Adam's face, laughing. "Just the cutest little thing."
"That's it." Adam turns and half tackles Paul, nearly knocking him off the table. Paul grabs at him, trying to pin him down.
"I half wanna just kick the table but I probably shouldn't." Glenn has a look in his eyes like he just might anyway.
It's the flailing of muscled arms and legs and Chace moves well away since the last thing he needs is to explain to his Master how he ended up with a busted lip and a loose tooth. "They're like overgrown kids!" he laughs as he moves up Glenn. "You know you wanna, don't you?" Chace whispers.
"Yeah, but Steph's in the building so better not." Glenn just shakes his head.
"Okay, okay. Ow ow!" Adam laughs as he manages to break away from Paul, pushing his hair back. "You win."
"Damn straight I do. My girls tackle better than you. Helps having to practice with both of them coming after me." Paul gives him a head slap for good measure.
Hiding his laugh behind his hand, Chace wonders just what the table is made of that it can hold both men and not crumble under the weight of it. "Do they always go at it like that?" he asks and looks up to Glenn.
"Backstage does strange things to people." Glenn gives a solemn nod. "You'll find out soon enough."
The door suddenly flies open and Mark's standing there. His gaze around the room just takes in who else is there before it settles on his thing. With a growl he moves to it in a rush, lifting it up and pressing it hard against the wall. He sniffs at it's neck before giving it a crushing kiss, tongue pushing deep inside it's mouth. His body presses against his thing for a moment before he pulls away. Setting his thing down, he rushes back out and slams the door behind him.
"Well fuck." Paul blinks in surprise.
Barely having enough time to even think about responding to Glenn's comment, Chace nearly pisses himself as the door flies open and there stands his Master. Not at all sure about the whole sniffing thing but, with his Master like he is and pressing hard against him, Chace isn't about to even think about questioning it. He opens his mouth readily to the kiss, the force of it nearly taking his breath, making his knees weak. Chace looks up, suddenly alone against the wall as his Master's slamming the door behind him. He looks to Paul, panting. "Uh...yeah. That...that sorta describes that." Chace looks to Glenn then back to Paul. "Where did he come from? He was just...there!"
"Yeah, one of his talents. Helped only a little by our crew usually. Fucker's always been able to move quick." Glenn shakes his head. "Not sure what got him riled. Didn't see any blood."
"He's always liked the blood, hasn't he?" Adam smiles to himself, a faraway look in his eyes.
Paul snorts. "You would know that better than us. Cept for maybe the kid there. When you know, the blood gets back to the other head."
Giving Paul a cocky look, Chace struggles for a moment to catch his breath. "Went online once. Found this match where he'd been hit and was bleeding at his cheek. He wiped the blood then licked his fingers clean like it was nothing." Finally moving away from the wall and to the table, blue eyes focus on Adam for a moment. "It got to him too, yeah?" he whispers to Glenn.
"Which 'it' you talking about?" Glenn smiles back, voicing lowering as he looks at Adam as well.
Chace grins and leans in, "Master coming in like that," he whispers, "not this it, Master's...it." He's almost confusing himself now and he can't help giggling. "He looks all...whispy."
"I'll just say this. From what he's told me, Mark showed him what he always wanted but just didn't know he did. And when Jeff got added to it..." Glenn's smile gets bigger.
There's a soft sigh leaves him as he watches Adam for a moment. "It was something searched for but never found, not until Master found it." He looks at Glenn for a moment. "It's strange to most, but what it is with Master, it's what it wants. He took what it was and made it belong to him."
"I won't say I understand what it is, cause I don't. But I can see you're happy with how things are. And I remember the difference in Adam and Jeff before and after they found Mark. There's nothing bad I can say about it."
Leaning in a bit closer, his grin widens slightly. "It's not all easy, sir. Some of it's harder than it ever expected. It's given more than it ever thought it could, but..." he points to the happily dazed look on Adam's face, "there's a lot of time it has that whispy look too."
Adam gives a little shiver as he returns from his thoughts. He glares at the look on Paul's face. "What? Oh, like we haven't seen you like that after your little 'vacations'."
"I'm not saying you haven't. Just saying," he pinches Adam's face, "it's so damn cute when you do it."
"Oh, knock it off." Adam bats at Paul's hand, but with a smile.
"Mark must love that look." Glenn teases the kid.
Nearly falling over in an eruption of laughter, Chace holds his sides as Adam's cheeks are pinched and the resulting look. "You really did look cute with that look, ya know. He's right!" Looking back to Glenn, he takes a deep breath and tries to stop the ache from laughing. "Master's good at putting that look there, yeah."
"Oh fuck you all."
"Sorry, you're not my type."
"Yeah, considering Steph's got bigger balls than all of us." Adam sticks his tongue.
"I'm going to tell her you said that."
"She'll thank me for the compliment."
"Maybe. Or have you in a feud with Hornswoggle."
Nearly falling off the table with laughter, Chace is absolutely in tears at the mental image of the six-plus foot man in a match with a man that barely comes to Chace's own stomach. "Would definitely pay to see that!"
Paul just smiles, keeping quiet.
"Smart boy." Glenn chuckles.
Moving closer to Glenn, Chace smiles as he leans in, panting heavily. "Would she really?"
"She's a McMahon."
Paul leans over, his arm on Adam's shoulder. "Jeff."
The wide smile returns to Adam's face. "Fucker."
"And peace is restored." Glenn laughs.
He watches the goings-on, curious as to the interaction between the men and as Glenn laughs, Chace leans in. "What was all that about? Paul saying Jeff's name?"
"It's a known 'Adam-mood-improver'. Well, not with everyone obviously. He's down, upset, you say Jeff's name and all's right with the world. I don't think I've ever seen them fighting or mad at each other." Glenn looks over at Adam and Paul. "Can easily say Adam and Jeff were the best things to ever happen to each other."
Well, the grin on Adam's face is definite proof that the single uttered word lifted his spirits and Chace can't help but grin as he watches the blond man. "They're each other's drug. Just the good for you kind," he says with a smile. "They're cute together when they come to Master's house," he whispers to Glenn.
"Are they? Don't usually get to see them together that much. They have to do more the buddy thing when they're out. Only seen them a few times being close like. I can only imagine how they are at Mark's. Not having to worry about being seen. Actually being together like that. Mark tells me how they go to him when they need a break."
Chace thinks for a moment. "When they come there, it's like the only things in their world are each other and Master. You can tell they love each other." He pauses for a moment, blue eyes taking in Glenn's face. "How long has Master had them? There's not much about the Ministry stuff online, and no place really mentions names."
"Let's see. Ministry was at the start of the decade, so maybe five years? Little more. Not sure how long between when they started going to him and when I found out about it. A while I would guess. Can't remember how long between Edge and Christian leaving the Brood and Jeff and Matt joining up."
"Christian? Seen him before I think, never spoke to him though." It baffles Chace's mind to think that those men were all under his Master in some way, shape or form. "They don't all still listen to Master, do they? Do what he tells them to do?" Chace watches the other men for a moment then turns his attention back to Glenn.
"Not like that but yeah. The Ministry is long dead, Taker's back to just being on his own. But Mark, yeah. He's one of the voices in the locker room, probably THE voice most times. They come asking him for advice, or listen when he offers some. Just it's not played out in front of the fans. But that time is remembered. Now and then someone will talk about being in the Ministry. Doesn't happen too often though."
That brings a chuckle as Chace nods in agreement. "Saw some time back that the 'oh shit' look most of 'em get when he walks toward them in the ring, it's the same look they get when Master walks toward them backstage." He'd never admit to it out loud but he always giggles, just a bit, to himself knowing that his Master brings that feeling to others as well. He reaches up, touches his lips, the feel of his Master's kiss still there.
"He's a legend. He's been here forever, the last one left who worked with all those superstars kids like him," nods toward Adam, "grew up watching. Yeah, Hogan came back. But it wasn't the same. How things were back then, it wouldn't work now. I don't think anyone besides Mark and maybe Vince could tell you why Taker's stayed, how he can keep so much of what he was when he first came in, but change just enough so the fans still love him."
"That's easy sir, on the why he's stayed around and the fans still come. He's like this amazing scary movie that makes you nearly piss yourself but you can't help but go back and see it over and over again." Well, Chace isn't so sure about the fans, but that's definitely the way Taker affects him. Except that he's not so keen on seeing that side of his Master over and over. "Do they have him doing something tonight?"
"He should be done soon. Last I heard RAW was going to be taking over, so us Smackdown folks can leave before they do. But I don't know exactly when they're going to let us go. I can look for him if you want? You feeling like heading back to the hotel?"
Chace's cheeks color up and his eyes drop. "Was just wondering if there might be anymore drive-by Master visits this evening," he says with a grin. "Not sure if he's planning on heading straight back to the hotel or not." He looks up when he heard Adam laugh. "He's back on the phone again."
"Oh, yeah. Good thing he does those unlimited minutes. Cause he uses all of them." There's a look in Glenn's eye as he leans closer to the kid. "Tell you what, go over to Paul and say Aurora and Murphy. See what happens."
Oh yes, because tormenting a man that could break him in half is just what Chace wants to do for the evening's fun. "He's not gonna swing at it, is he?" Chace asks with a half smirk as he stands and moves away from Glenn. The last thing he wants to explain to his Master is that he poked a bear with a stick and it bit him in the ass.
Moving up behind Paul while the man seems entranced in something Chace can't see, he leans in and, glancing back to Glenn, mutters. "Who are Aurora and Murphy?"
A smile to rival Adam's spreads across Paul's face. "You fucker." He says to Glenn, a hand going out to smack Adam on the arm without looking. "Yeah, fuck you too." He finally turns to the kid. "It's Glenn making a point. Aurora and Murphy are my daughters."
Well, if nothing else the smile tells Chace he's not in danger of getting clocked and he looks up as Paul speaks. "Your daughters? Oh wow. It's just...you're all grrr," he makes a growly face then laughs, "so it's just odd to think of you giving like...piggyback rides and all. Are they little?"
"Aurora's four and Murphy's two."
"And have Daddy wrapped around their little fingers."
"Oh, like you're not?" Paul throws a towel at Glenn.
Glenn starts to whistle, not looking at any of them.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Another towel goes flying.
Chace's grin widens. If the fans ever saw these men that go into the ring growling, snarling and spitting when they're off camera or out of the stage, it would definitely ruin the whole reputation thing. He ducks as a towel goes flying over his head then looks at Glenn with a smile. "You have kids too?"
"Two daughters back home in Tennessee. If I had my wallet I would show you them. Next time remind me to." There is the smile on his face, but it changes just a little bit as he meets the gaze of the other two men. At a silent signal they look at the kid and at the same time, "Mark."
"Will do," he says with a smile that wanes as the atmosphere in the room changes slightly and he looks up to Paul, confusion written on his face. "Master? What about him?" Immediately, Chace looks toward the door and goes quiet. If the men heard his Master coming, they have better hearing than he does.
The three men look at each other and just burst into laughter. Shaking their heads, it takes them a minute to calm down. "Nothing kid, nevermind." Paul wipes at his eyes. "You're good. Don't worry."
Chace's brows draw in tight as he looks around the room, huffs lightly, then goes to the door, yanks it open and looks out. Closing it, he turns around and looks at the men in the room. "That's not even funny," he says, "it's not fair to torment the needy. Thought you meant he was coming."
"Ah, we're sorry, kid." Paul walks over, putting his hand on the kid's shoulder. "Just having you join in the fun. Wanted to see what kinda look ole Mark puts on your face from just hearing his name. As opposed to, you know, his tongue making it's way to your lower intestine."
The blush from before returns with a vengeance at Paul's words and he leans in close, whispering. "It's not its face that reacts to Master, well...not just its face. Was sorta hoping he'd do another swing by or whatever." Chace grins, chuckling softly. "And that tongue thing isn't bad at all."
"Nope, it isn't." Adam smiles at the kid. "Really really isn't. Not that I would know much since he got you." The smile turns into a pout before returning. "He doesn't touch us the same as before you came along."
Cocking his head slightly, he tries not to grin, he really does, but it's more than a little hard to when the knowledge that his Master touches him more now makes him feel like soaring. "He doesn't? Really? The last time you were at the house he...he touched you so gently."
"We don't have his attention like we used to. He's never going to not give us what we need, that's not his way. But it's...different. I think we were the closest thing to what he really wanted that he was going to get. We're not going to say no to anything he wants. But we leave, and we have each other. You stay. And you only have him."
He'd always been just a bit jealous of the way his Master touches them so to find out that they're actually jealous of what he has with his Master is almost mind boggling. Chace takes a step toward the other man. "Only having him is all it knows," he says quietly, a smile on his face, "but Master cares for you and Jeff. Can tell that the way he touches you. Watches you."
"We know we're always going to be his Creatures. That we have stuff together with him no one else does. But," Adam bites his lip, voice lowering, "don't tell him, but we used to worry. About leaving him. Especially after that other one. I mean, we knew he had boys that he could spend time with. So it's not like we thought we were the only ones and were doing him some big favor showing up. But, you know."
His chest swells with a sort of strange pride in that this man who's been with his Master so long trusts him enough to entrust his Master's future to him. "It's not goin anywhere, ever. Master's where home is," he grins wide, "even if home's in a hotel room after a match." Chace's smile softens as he watches Adam for a moment. "Thank you for entrusting him to it. Won't hurt him. Promise."
The door opens again and Mark steps into the room. He closes the door, sliding against it to sit on the floor. "Fuck, why do we do this again?"
"Cause we're addicts. And we're not fit to do anything else." Paul smiles as he looks down at his friend.
"Yeah, that's right, huh?" Mark takes the hat off, resting it on his knee as he leans his head back. "Fuck."
"You done or just hiding?" Glenn answers a text as he asks the question.
"No, cleared to go home. They're done with Taker for today. Thank fucking god."
Chace watches for a moment as the door opens and his Master appears only to slide down to the floor, looking completely and utterly exhausted. The smile's wide as he moves to kneel down in front of his Master. "They're done with Taker but does its Master need a muscle rub?"
"Not here or we won't ever leave." Mark manages a smile as he looks at his thing. "In a minute I'll be able to move from here and take a shower, or at least change. They want Taker's gear for something or other so I'll get it back later. And hopefully I remembered to do the late checkout at the hotel."
Just then Paul's phone goes off. "Well, looks like it's my turn now. Hunter's services have been requested. I'll see you guys later." He stands up, looking down at Mark.
"Yeah, yeah. How the hell does all the other shit wear you out more than a match?" With a sigh, Mark stands up, arm turning to make it pop.
"Cause that's not the part we love. Not the part we need." Paul smiles again as he leaves.
"Now that I'm up, might as well get moving. Glenn, Adam." He nods at them both before exiting the room.
Picking up his Master's hat, he watches Paul as the man leaves the room. "Master, do you need to drop your coat off somewhere? Do you need your ba...?" Chace glances up to Adam for a moment then looks around for his bag with the oils in it, standing and going to grab it.
Adam grabs the kid's arm as he goes by. "I know you'll take care of him. You can't love someone that much and not take care. Just remember, he doesn't always have the words. But he'll always show you."
Chace smiles to Adam, blue eyes twinkling, and he leans in. "It doesn't need the words, the actions are more than enough." Pulling back, Chace looks around, making sure he's picked up everything, then waves to them both as he hurries to catch up to his Master.