Title: 3 Strikes
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing I tell you! NOTHING!
Summary: Adam gives Jeff 3 tasks to complete before he can be his. But remember, 3 strikes and you're out. Slashy-slash slash, language, and everything else inbetween.
This started out as an English prompt, ended up like this. Summary sucks, I know. Props to Ms. Daum for giving me this idea!
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"Stop staring at him and close your mouth. You'll catch flies."
Jeff shut his mouth and frowned at his brother as he sat next to him on the bench. "You don't know who I'm staring at," he muttered under his breath.
"Tall, tan, blonde hair, brown eyes, red, gray, and white camouflage tights, WWE Championship title belt?" Matt guessed. "Jeffro, I know you and I know you're staring at Adam fucking Copeland."
"Who could blame him?"
Adam "Edge" Copeland walked past them in just a towel (he had just showered) and shot them a smirk. "Anyone who'd stare at you, Hardy, would go blind," he said, directing the statement at Matt.
"Watch it, Copeland," Matt growled. He turned back to his brother. "I'll be back, Jeff. Stay away from him."
Jeff watched his brother leave, standing up when Adam dug through his bag for some clothes. "Hey, Adam," he said in a soft voice.
"Thought your brother said to stay away from me," the older blonde said as he continued his search.
"I don't always listen to Matty." Adam grinned. "I mean, Daddy says I should, but I don't always listen to him." He squeaked when he was pulled forward by the wrist until he was sitting in one of the larger locker stalls.
"Don't always listen to your brother, huh?" Adam asked with another grin. He picked up his title belt and set it in the other's hands. "See this? This means that besides 'Taker and Michaels, I'm top dog on the roster. That means you have to listen to me." Jeff bit down on his lower lip, sucking on it slightly as he stared at the title. "So tell me, why were you staring at me, and why do you seem to always stare at me?"
Jeff hesitated slightly. "I-I like you," he admitted softly.
Edge grinned victoriously. The one guy everyone, including him, wanted to fuck liked him and him alone. This was just too perfect. He pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "10 tonight, 509, be there." He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked out of the locker room. Jeff didn't move, staring down at the key card sitting on top of the title belt on his lap.
~.**.~
"Where are you going?"
Jeff froze in his place when he heard his brother behind him. "Um…Adam left his belt in the locker room," he replied. It was part of the truth, just not all of it. "Imma go return it."
"Come right back after," Matt told him.
Jeff hid a smile. "Yes, Matty." He closed the door behind him and rushed to the stairs, taking them two at a time as he headed up 2 floors.
Adam looked up from his computer when he heard someone knocking at the door. "What do you want?" he called.
"It's…uh, it's Jeff!" Adam grinned and closed the electronic. "You left your belt at the arena and—" Jeff squeaked when the door opened and he was pulled in, falling over the bed when the door shut. Jeff pushed himself into a sitting position, clutching the title belt to his chest. "I-I lost the key," he admitted softly. "Sorry."
"How did you get past your deal order brother?" Adam asked.
"I, uh, told him you left your belt at the arena and I was gonna return it to you," Jeff explained.
Adam grinned and walked forward, trapping Jeff between his body and the bed underneath him. "Is that all you wanted to do?" he asked.
"W-Well, I—"
"Copeland!"
Adam cursed under his breath and moved off the younger blonde. He opened the door with a cross look at the seething raven on the other side. "What do you want, Hardy?"
"I'd like my brother back." Matt shoved him aside and walked in, pulling his brother up off the bed. "This is yours." He shoved the title belt at him and pulled Jeff away without another word.
"So close," Adam groaned.
~.**.~
"What do you think you were doing?"
Jeff watched his brother pace back and forth, sitting on the bed with his legs tucked under him. "I didn't do anything wrong, Matty," he defended. "What are you so mad about?"
"You were ready to sit back and spread your legs like a slut for him!" Matt yelled at him.
"Why do you care?" Jeff argued. "I'm not even a virgin anymore!" His hand slapped over his own mouth when he realized what he'd just said.
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy." Matt stared down at his little brother. "What did you just say?" Jeff stayed quiet. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy, who was it?" No answer. "Who was it!"
"Shane," Jeff said softly.
"Helms?" A nod.
"We were just experimenting," Jeff explained softly.
Matt sighed and sat down on the couch near the wall. "Just…go to bed," he muttered. "I'll deal with you tomorrow."
Jeff started to object, but headed into the bathroom without another word.
~.**.~
"Good luck, Matty."
Jeff watched as his brother ran out on the screen of the TV in the locker room. He was in a ladder match against Dolph Ziggler for a contract to go against the current Intercontinental Champion, Jack Swagger. The blonde stretched his arms over his head, turning on some music as he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into a shower.
"Keep it in a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me!" Jeff sang to the song playing.
Adam grinned when he heard the singing and pushed the door open where he heard it coming from. He glanced at the TV and headed for the bathroom when he saw Matt's match just starting.
"Well let me tell you 'bout the sad man," Jeff continued. He didn't notice Adam was on the other side of the wall from the shower with his duffel bag. "Shut up and let me see your jazz hands. Remember when you were a mad man, thought you was Batman, and hit the party with a gas can. Kiss me you animal!"
Oh, I plan to, Adam thought with a grin. His ears perked up at one of the next lines. Fuck like a Kennedy, huh? He chuckled. I bet I can. And I'll make you forget your own name. He waited silently until the water stopped and the music was turned down.
"We can leave this world, leave it all behind. We can steal this car if your folks don't mind. We can live forever if you've got the time." Jeff kept singing as he used his towel to dry off. He wrapped it around his waist and started back to where he'd left his bag. "I'm the only friend that makes you cry, you're a heart attack in black hair dye. So just save yourself, I'll hold them back to…night?" He looked around when he didn't see his bag. "Matty!" He looked at the TV next to him where his brother was still fighting for his title shot. "No, not Matty."
"Looking for this?"
Jeff spun around, seeing Adam leaning against the opposite wall with the younger's duffel bag on the ground beside him. Adam licked his hips with a grin, looking the other up and down with a lustful look in his eyes. He followed drops of water that ran down his arm long the tattoo wrapping itself around his right arm and hand, others disappearing beneath the material around his waist.
"Um…can…can I have my bag back?" Jeff asked nervously. He was shifting uncomfortably and didn't like the way the other was looking at him.
Adam grinned again and stepped closer. He glanced at the TV again. "Your brother is still having his little match, so why don't we have some fun together, Jeffrey?"
"F-Fun?" Jeff backed up until his back hit the wall, Adam quickly coming closer.
"Feel like breaking a few of Matthew's rules?" Adam asked with the cheeky grin still plastered on his face. "Care to share them?" Jeff looked confused. "What exactly are Matthew's rules so I know which ones to break?"
"Rules?"
Adam grinned again. "Now you're getting it, Jeffy."
"Um…" Jeff thought about it for a second. "I-I'm not supposed to be alone with anyone. I'm not supposed to be along with you or Randy or Dave especially. I can't go to bars without someone Matt trusts can take care of me comes along. I'm not supposed to drink around strangers if no one's around to watch me."
Adam thought about it for a second. "That's two I can break now and two I can break later," he decided.
Jeff squeaked when Adam tugged on the towel around his waist, the material falling to the ground. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but the other grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. Jeff shivered when a hand traveled up his side and rested by his neck on his shoulder. "A-Adam…" he breathed.
"What would you say if I wanted you, Jeffrey?" Adam asked. "If I wanted you as my own and no one else's?"
Jeff's breath hitched slightly. "B-But—"
"All you have to do is do three simple things," Adam interrupted. He traced a complicated 1 figure on the side of the younger's neck. "One, our next show is Monday for RAW in 2 days. All day, you have to let me kiss you anywhere and any way I want." He traced another figure down Jeff's chest. "Two, on Wednesday, you have to get a makeover by the diva of my choosing and o to a bar with me." The older traced the final pattern along his lower abdomen, smirking at the flinch he got. "And three, you'll have to tell your dear brother Matthew what you'll be doing with me in person on Friday. Don't go through with any and it's a strike. 3 strikes and you're out. Deal?"
Jeff shivered slightly and nodded. Adam grinned. "See ya later, Enigma," he smirked, walking out.
Jeff let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and looked down at himself. "Great," he muttered. "Cold shower time."
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I'm gonna fit the rest of this in another chapter and that will be out as soon as I can get off my ass and write. Muses will probably help with that.