Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing.

Warnings: Slash, cursing, sex, and all that good stuff.

Author Note: I finally have a lot to say here. Basically, this is my first WWE fic, so go easy on me. I did as much research as I could on these guys, and I learned quite a lot, so let me clarify a few things.

One - Amy Dumas NEVER happened. Adam and Matt are besties here, and in this fic, they both dig guys.

Two - I wanted to fuck around with their ages. They're all pretty young, especially Jeff. I'd say twenty or something.

Another thing, I have been stalking the fics on this site, and I must say I am intrigued with an overprotective Matty. xD

ALSO, this fic WILL be an Adam/Jeff, regardless of the random characters I throw in there for variety. Chris comes up first, but he practically dissolves. I have no further use for him.

"Hey there, Jeffie."

Jeff jerked around, not expecting anyone to be in the locker room. He thought the last of the guys had left, and after Matt told him he'd meet him outside, he decided to take a shower in peace.

Now, either Chris was slippery and silent enough to enter the locker room without Jeff hearing him, or he was in there the whole time, which he sincerely doubted.

But what was even more concerning at the moment was the look of hunger Chris was giving Jeff, watching beads of water trail over his shoulders, chest, and stomach as they eventually disappeared in the towel wrapped around his waist. He set his hands on his towel, just to be safe, in case Chris' imagination got him a little wild.

"Um. Chris... I didn't know you were in here," Jeff stammered.

He honestly didn't know if he should be confused, angry, or scared. Whatever he was feeling felt like a mixture of all three.

"Yeah, well," Chris didn't finish his response, nor felt as if he needed to. He didn't come to have a heartfelt conversation with the guy, and he was pretty sure Jeff was beginning to catch the drift as well.

He pushed Jeff against the wall, pinning his shoulders, and covered his lips with his own. He had ideas of how Jeff would taste, but none of the ideas were as good as how he actually did taste. It made Chris want more.

Jeff thrashed against the hands holding him and broke the kiss with one swift turn of his face.

"Chris - what the hell are you doing? Get off of me," he warned.

The blond male smirked a little. "What? You don't like it?" Truth be told, he didn't care either way.

He pressed his arousal against Jeff's through the towel as the other sputtered in surprise, "N-No! Stop it!"

"Chris, let me go. You know you can't do this."

"Mm," Chris said almost thoughtfully. "Yeah. I also know that I don't care."

He crushed his lips against his again, earning himself a grunt of disapproval from the pinned male. His hands started to roam, grabbing both of Jeff's wrists in one fist as he used his free hand to stroke his side. It came down to cup his ass.

"JEFF. What is taking so long?!"

Chris' hand was scared out from under the towel and he immediately released the smaller male. Jeff pushed him away hard as Matt and Adam turned the corner.

Matt's eyes narrowed, watching his younger brother pull away from the wall, trembling and scooting behind him next to Adam.

"What happened?" The older Hardy asked this directly to Chris, who was speechless enough as it is.

"Um. Um. I -..." he stuttered, mentally cursing at himself for sounding like an illiterate fool. Matt Hardy was definately not one to mess with, and with him around, Jeff was untouchable.

Adam turned to the younger Hardy, both confused and miffed. "Jeff?"

Jeff swallowed thickly. "He touched me."

Without another word, Matt lunged at Jericho, who did not expect the blow to his jaw. He slammed him up against a row of lockers and held him by the collar of his shirt, punching him right in the cheek. The blonde thrashed and held up his arms in order to defend himself, but Matt pounded through them.

Edge did his best to avoid Matt's reckless swings and pry him off of Chris at the same time. Finally, he gathered his strength to haul the larger male back in Jeff's direction, breathing hard. He ran a hand through his blonde locks.

"Matt, please relax," he huffed, holding a hand out to distance him.

Jeff took hold of his brother's arm. He jerked away and barked at Chris, "Touch him again and you're meat. Get OUT."

Chris stumbled in his attempt to leave, nursing his injured jaw with his hand, and ran out of the locker room.

Matt sat down on a nearby bench, trying to calm himself. Jeff, however, fled to retrieve his clothing, leaving Adam and his brother alone. Adam watched Matt's fists clench and unclench, the thick, blue veins throbbing in his hand.

He sighed, but had no idea what to say. Matt was right in his feeling to protect his brother - hell, Adam wanted to throw in a good swing as well, but he had restrained himself. Apparently, he didn't have to say anything, because he spoke first.

"I swear, if I catch him with Jeff again, I'll..."

Adam set a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Look, man. Chris is aggressive, not stupid. I bet he won't even look at Jeff ever again."

"Hope he spreads the word," Matt said bitterly, but now looking calm again.

Adam certainly hoped he did. Maybe the older Hardy didn't know - after all, he didn't spend a whole lot of time in the locker room - but it's a clear and known fact that fucking Jeff was a vivid conversational topic after the matches. They weren't stupid - they let the Hardys leave before even mentioning anything, along with Mark, who would most definately alert Matt of the conversations, but Adam stuck around most of the time long enough to hear it all.

But he wasn't about to say anything that would lead Matt into another howling fit.

Jeff came back fully dressed, his wet hair soaking his shirt a bit. He sat next to his brother and began packing some things in his bag, completely unaware of the burning gazes on him.

Finally, he looked up, rather surprised. "What?"

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Matt asked, and Adam could see his jaw clenching slightly.

Jeff nodded casually. "I'm fine."

His brother growled, "You act like this has happened before."

The younger was silent for a moment, his eyes speaking for him. Adam knew this was turning really ugly really fast, but it was almost like a car wreck. He couldn't bring himself to look away.

Instead of blowing up, Matt brung his voice to a hoarse mutter. "So, you're basically telling me... that this has happened before."

Now, Jeff turned fully to his brother. "Matt, you're making such a big deal out of nothing -"

"Out of nothing? Guys touching you, trying to get you alone, it's nothing? Maybe you might not care, but you're my baby brother, and I'll be damned if I let some asshole try to lead you into their bed."

Then he switched to Adam, staring pointedly at him, "You. Watch him for me when I'm not around."

Jeff rolled his pretty green eyes, but didn't say anything as Adam nodded quickly.

Author Note: I'm so sorry it's short! I'm prone to writing short chapters, but I promise I'll try to make them longer.

I think I made Adam this obediant little puppy with Matt. No worries, though, he's gonna grow a spine soon. I don't want to give anything away, so I better stop right there.

And Matt's the evil dictator. Not so much evil. Almost fuzzy. But very tyrannical.