Disclaimer for all chapters: I don't own the WWE, Jeff Hardy, John Hennigan, Matt Hardy, Matt Korklan, Adam Copeland, Phil Brooks, any other wrestlers who might appear in this or their in-ring personas. I don't presume to know the sexualities of anyone in the WWE. Gay, straight, whatever, I don't care. I make no money from this venture and this story is a work of fiction.

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HIYA PEOPLE!

I'm starting a new story, which is one of a few that I'm working on. I'm not entirely sure how this is gonna go yet so please bear with me.

I don't have a job anymore so apart from applying for tons of jobs, I should have time to update this regularly but don't hold me to that!

So on to the story...


CHAPTER 1

John sighed as he watched Evan and Matt on the dance floor of the club. A slow song had just come on and they had their arms wrapped around each other, swaying slightly to the melody but mostly just staring into each other's eyes.

He tried not to think this way but he was jealous. He wasn't jealous of them per se but of what they had and it pained him that he didn't have it. He wasn't even close.

He hadn't been with anyone in months and well... there was no one in the pipeline, either. He hadn't found anyone that he really liked. Mike had been a diversion. Melina had been kept on side to divert. John knew that there was only one man for him... unfortunately for him, that man was straight and had been with his girlfriend for almost 10 years.

He'd fallen for Jeff Hardy back just after his MNM days when he'd been transferred to Raw, Jeff had just rejoined the WWE and they were feuding for the Intercontinental Championship. He'd fallen and he'd fallen hard. There was no two ways about it: he was in love with Jeff Hardy but he couldn't tell him for two reasons: the first being that Jeff was straight and had a girlfriend and the second was that they weren't really friends. Until recently, they hadn't even been on the same brand, never had matches together, there was no time to talk to him because they were never in the same place to do so.

John had been hoping that at the Draft, they would be put on the same show but he hadn't thought it would happen. He'd felt that it was unlikely that they'd move him and Mike but it was even more unlikely that Jeff would get drafted to ECW.

Boy, had he been wrong! Now Mike was on Raw with Matt (which to be completely honest, Mike thought was great – he'd been lusting after Matt for a long time now), Evan was still on ECW and he... he was on Smackdown with Jeff. It was a dream come true for him or at least it would have been, if Jeff hadn't still been with Beth.

Which was why he was out right now, drowning his sorrows even though he'd won his match at the Judgment Day Pay-Per-View against Shelton Benjamin. Watching Matt and Evan as well as Adam and Phil dancing together made John's heart wrench. He wanted what both couples had.

He tossed back two more shots before calling for more. He argued with the bartender to get him to leave the bottle, coming out on top, before immediately starting to fill his glass again. He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as he felt he needed to get this night.

He was just pouring another shot, his eighth of the night, when the bottle was grabbed out of his hand.

"He-ey! That's m..." John's words died on his lips as he saw that the one and only Jeff Hardy was standing there, liquor bottle in hand.

"You mind if I join you?" Jeff asked. John just shook his head, no. "Thanks," he added before taking a slug straight out of the bottle.

"Fuck, man. That's pure vodka!"

"I know," was the only answer that John got in return. "How much of this stuff have you had? I gotta catch up."

John just stared at him, silently. "About seven I think, eight including this one." He nodded his head and threw the shot back, the liquor burning his throat on its way down.

"Cool." Jeff then chugged at least enough for seven shots down, maybe more. "I needed that."

There was definitely something wrong here. Jeff wasn't like this. Yeah, he enjoyed a drink but he wouldn't just down half a bottle of vodka with no reason. He had to ask.

"What's wrong, man?"

"Wrong? Nothing... well, I didn't get to win tonight, I'm just a bit pissed about that." He looked around the club before looking back over at John. "What about you? You won tonight so it's obviously something else."

"I don't wanna talk about it, man."

"Sure thing, dude. I don't wanna talk about my problems either."

John wanted to ask what those problems were but in the end, he decided to go up to the bar to get some more vodka or tequila or something... maybe some Jagermëister... hmm... that would definitely get him drunk.

He went back to the table with two bottles of each. He didn't know if Jeff would drink the tequila or Jagermeister but he definitely would. He had to forget about his fascination with Jeff and alcohol seemed the best way to do it right now. It just wasn't going to happen with them so he should just forget about it, right?

They'd been sitting silently, just throwing back shots, for about twenty minutes when Matt come over.

Matt had still been dancing with Evan when he just happened to look over and see Jeff drowning himself in alcohol. He stopped moving, apologised to Evan and went to wrest Phil from Adam's clutches before the two of them made their way over to the two drunks.

They each grabbed the open bottles of Jagermeister from the two, causing them to yell at having their drinks taken away from them.

"What the hell, Phil?"

"Yeah, Matt, what the hell? We were drinking that."

"You two have had quite enough. Jeff, what were thinking? And you, John? What about you?"

"FUCK YOU MATT! BETH LEFT ME! IF I WANT TO GET SHIT-FACED, I FUCKING WILL!"

Silence fell between the four men after that announcement.

"Oh shit, man. I'm so sorry." Matt tried to place a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder but it was just shrugged away.

"Just leave me alone, Matt. I'm not in the mood for anything but getting totally bladdered."

Phil was just looking at Jeff with pity in his eyes. He might be straight edge and not drink at all but he could understand Jeff wanting to take his mind off it but...

"Getting drunk isn't the answer, dude."

Jeff snapped his head round and glared at Phil. "What the FUCK would you know? You don't even drink."

"I know enough that drinking yourself into a stupor won't help. It won't help you forget."

John spoke up. "See, that's where you're wrong Phil. He'll forget for tonight and that's just what he wants right now." He was surprisingly eloquent considering the amount of alcohol he'd consumed in the last little while. "He's hurting. He just wants to ignore that right now and talk with his friends, not dwell on the break up."

Jeff closed his eyes. John was absolutely right. He didn't want to think about... her or dwell on what happened. He wanted a night where he could get drunk and hang with some friends... or John as the case may be seeing as everyone else was with their partners.

He and John weren't really friends. Co—workers, yes; friends, no. They'd worked together for a while when he came back to the WWE but after that, they stopped talking. Even when MNM reunited and they were feuding with him and Matt, they didn't really talk much. There was trust there. Of course there was - how could they have ever wrestled each other without trust? – but there wasn't friendship. And then John got drafted to ECW and there was too much distance between them after that.

Maybe he should change that? John was a nice guy. They got on well previously; they shouldn't have any problems now. And what better way to bond than by getting totally pissed in each other's company?

He looked over at John who turned his head to him as well. He tried to convey a message with just his eyes to John. He wasn't sure if the other man got it but turned anyway to his brother and shoved him backwards roughly. He knew John had gotten the message as he'd just done the same thing to Phil.

They nodded at each other before sitting down, wrenching open the bottle of tequila, bringing them to their mouths and chugging down at least half a bottle each. Putting the bottles back down on the table, they glared at their friends/brother who retreated back to the dancefloor to be with their partners.


I know there's not a lot happening here but what do you guys think?

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