Title: Rated R Desire

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff Hardy, Edge, or the rest of the wrestlers in this fic.

Summary: Jeff smirked, running a hand through his purple/blue hair. "I know what you want, Adam. I'll give you a little hint…it's definitely…Rated R for Rough.

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Adam paced back and forth, tugging hard at his hair.

What the hell had happened tonight?!

-Earlier-

Adam yawned, half-heartedly listening to what Vicki was saying. Damn, he was tired. He hadn't been sleeping very well, he'd been having some…R rated dreams.

"Adam!"

Adam jumped, "Huh?"

Vicki rose a brow, an amused look on her face. "Okay, Mr. Copeland. What are you thinking about?"

Adam shook his head, "Nothing, nothing…"

Vicki sighed, "In that case, will you do me a favor?" Without waiting for a reply, she picked up a bag of candy and thrust it into his hands.

"Um?" Adam stared at the bag of sweets in his hands and tilted his head, "What do I do with it?"

Vicki smiled, "It's for Jeff. He helped me re-dye my hair a few days ago and he asked for candy as payment."

Adam swallowed. "Jeff, huh? Okay, sure."

"Thanks."

Adam nodded and waved at Vicki before leaving her office. He felt ridiculous. Walking around with a huge bag of candy.

Luckily, though, the taping had been over for a half-hour now. Only a few wrestlers remained.

Passing a few locker rooms, he stopped, admiring the nameplate on one in particular.

It was spray-painted with red/blue/purple and green paint. There were a couple of words scrawled in different locations and what he found most amusing, "MATT OWNS!" with a V-1 and a happy face right next to the name of the WWE champion.

Adam sighed and raised a fist, knocking on the door.

After three minutes, he began to fidget impatiently.

"Jeff?" he knocked louder.

Still no answer.

"Fuck it," he sighed before pushing open the door and walking in.

Tilting his head, he could hear the soft thudding of water running. Blushing slightly, Adam realized why Jeff hadn't opened the door.

Sitting down on the nearest bench, he waited.

Adam jumped when he heard a sound, but then rolled his eyes when he figured out that it was his stomach.

"Damn it, hurry up, Hardy…I'm hungry."

Eyeing the candy bag next to him, Adam shrugged and began shifting through it.

"Ooooh! Jolly Rancher!" Picking up the green piece of candy, he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

A low chuckle caused him to jump.

Slowly turning his head, Adam found himself eye to eye with Jeff Hardy.

Jeff's hair was wet, sticking slightly to his face. It was still tinted purple/blue, but Adam figured that he would re-dye it when he got home anyway. There was a towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips.

Adam sucked hard on the candy, "Uh, hey there."

Jeff smirked.

"Yeah…Vicki wanted me to give you this," he gestured towards the bag. "I tried knocking but you were in the…shower," he watched the water drops run down the younger Hardy's chest, following it until it disappeared into the fluffy towel.

"Is that…all you wanted?" Jeff asked, his emerald green eyes dancing.

"Uh…Well…" Adam shook his head, masking his face. "Of course it was, Hardy! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry and I've got to go!" he stood.

Jeff snickered.

Adam tensed, "What's funny?" he ground out.

Jeff walked towards him, waiting till they were only a few inches away. Glancing down, Jeff nodded, "That is."

Adam looked down and cursed.

No wonder his pants had begun to felt tight.

Jeff smirked, running a hand through his purple/blue hair. "I know what you want, Adam. I'll give you a little hint…it's definitely…Rated R for Rough."

Before Adam could protest, his mouth was caught by another pair of lips. He closed his eyes, feeling Jeff's soft lips press harshly against his. Growling, Adam grabbed a fistful of Jeff's hair and forced their lips together harder, bruising the other's pretty lips.

Jeff moaned, his head tilting back giving all the control to Adam. He whined when Adam pulled away and opened his eyes, keeping them glued on the smirking mouth.

"You moan like a slut," Adam whispered.

Jeff clenched his teeth, "Fuck you," he hissed.

"Actually," Adam slammed Jeff against the wall, "You're the one who's gonna get fucked."

He kissed Jeff again, harder, snickering when Jeff moaned.

There was a knock. "Jeffro? You in there, bro?"

Jeff pushed Adam back, a spark of fear in his eyes, "Yeah, Matt. Just let me change!"

"Alright, hurry up!" the sound of footsteps walking away followed.

Adam stared at Jeff, a confused look in his eye.

"The hell?"

Jeff shook his head, "Forget it man, I have to change, and you need to leave."

Adam snarled and grabbed Jeff's shoulders, "What do you mean, leave?! You get me hard and now you send me away!?

Jeff glared and pushed Adam off him, "Matt and I are going out. If he finds you in here, he'll kill you."

Adam snarled, "Fucking slut," as he opened the door, he turned a smirk on his face, "This isn't over yet, you little bitch."

And he left.

-Now-

Adam eased himself on his hotel bed.

Closing his eyes, he replayed the scene a few more times in his head. After a few minutes, his eyes opened, flashing a darker color.

"You're gonna get it, Hardy bitch."

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Should I continue?