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Pain

Evan looked around the room, his head hurting from the pounding he'd just received from his lover. He sighed, sitting up on the couch with a frown. He didn't understand why he'd gotten so bad, why every time they were together he just seemed to hurt him more and more especially during sex. He sighed, he'd only fallen in bed with him once and it led into a deformed fucked up relationship that he was reliving over and over again. "Damn," he whispered, shivering in the coolness of the hotel room. He stood, his hips aching as he tried to find his cell phone.

He looked all over the room, finally finding it under the hotel's bed, unsure of how it flew that far but not completely surprised, after all he was thrown into the room, his things ripped away and tossed around the room before he was shoved down on the couch and into another sexcapade of his current lover.

He tapped on the screen a few times, falling into the bed as it rang.

"Hello?" a deep voice answered, a laugh following. "Ev?" His voice got soft. "You alone?"

Evan made an attempt to say yes. "385," he whispered, throat raw from screaming. "Marriott."

"I'll be there in a few, let me ditch Kofi and Gail first," the man whispered, trying hard to comfort Evan through the phone. "Unlock the door."

Evan whimpered in response before hearing the other man hang up. He pushed himself to his feet, taking the comforter from the bed and wrapping it around himself. He made his way back to the hotel door and unlocked it. He unlatched it so all the man had to do was push the door open before going back to the couch and falling onto it, careful not to smack his head against the wooden arm.

Only minutes later the door was being shoved open and there stood a tall blond, sweat glistening his on his forehead, breathing heavy. "Ev?" he asked, shutting the door and locking it with the chain to keep out any interruptions. He walked over to the small man's side and sat on the floor next to the couch. "How bad was it?" His voice was calm, soothing to Evan, as was his hand on the smaller man's cheek.

"It hurts Jake," he whispered, looking deep into the concerned eyes of the All American American. "It hurts so bad." Tears entered his eyes as he crawled into Jack's arms, wishing the pain away.

Jake sighed, holding Evan close to him there in the middle of the floor of the suit Evan and his lover were sharing. "Where is he?" he asked, rocking from side to side to calm the younger man.

"Don't know," he whispered, voice going slightly hoarse. "Probably chasing after John again. He hasn't given up on him since they broke up."

"Hennigan doesn't want anything to do with him though. He's with Phil, isn't he?" he asked, stroking the dark hair softly, Evan breathing softer into his long sleeved shirt.

Evan nodded, feeling safe enough to doze. "It's Mike, he won't give up," he explained, pressing his nose into the crook of Jake's neck. "That's why I'm just a fuck toy to him now."

Jake growled, holding Evan tighter to him. "You're not a fuck toy Ev. Not to everyone," he said, looking down into the tear filled orbs. "You need to leave him for someone who actually cares."

Evan tried to chuckle. "Like who Jake? Who? Matt and I broke up because we couldn't see each other and he moved on to someone else. Greg and I were just a fling. Ted was a joke and now Mike. I don't really think anyone is going to touch me now," he cried, pulling away as tears started falling fast down his cheeks as his voice got deeper. His throat ached, begging not to be used.

Jake sighed, pulling Evan back into his arms. He couldn't tell him that he wanted to be the one with him. It would seem too convenient, too easy. "I don't know Ev. Just someone that's not him," he said finally, hugging Evan tightly. "I don't want to see you hurt anymore."

"Then stop power bombing me in the ring," Evan retorted, smiling when Jake looked down at him in shock. He knew Jake didn't hurt him intentionally but their little feud had to keep going until they got better known. He'd known Jake for an extended time while they were in ECW and they had started a friendship, a close friendship that brought them closer than brothers.

"I'll stop power bombing you when you stop helping out little Dylan with Chavo," he joked, earning a slight glare from the smaller man. "Just kidding Ev, just kidding." He held Evan closer to him, feeling content just being Evan's comfort, his go to guy, his best friend.

"How are you and Nikki?" Evan asked after a few moments of comfortable silence. He looked up into Jake's eyes with a curious smile.

"Okay, I guess," he replied, shrugging. Him and Nikki Bella had been dating for about a month and Jake had found that he had no real interest in her. He was more involved with Evan and his problems than her and her sister. She wasn't important to him and as much as he hated to admit it: he found Evan to be cuter.

Jake hated that he wanted to be with Evan as badly as he did. Evan was his best friend, his companion, his brother, but as of late he wanted to be the one protecting Evan, touching him, kissing him, sleeping with him. He wanted it all. He wanted Evan.

"I hope you two stay together," Evan whispered, pulling away from Jake and standing. "She's sweet."

Jake sighed, watching as Evan's little body walked away and into the next room of the suite. "Ev?" he questioned, biting his lower lip as he stood and walked after the other man.

"I'm just in the bathroom," Evan called, laughing slightly trying to ignore the pain. "I was just saying because she's what you want: cute, smart, funny, likes sports, loves wrestling, complete sweetheart. I hope is lasts."

Jake groaned, standing just outside the closed door. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. He looked over the room, Evan's things thrown around, a lap knocked over by the bed, a red spot on the carpet.

Moving closer, Jake noticed that it was blood on the white pristine carpet. He started to breathe heavy, heart thudding in his chest. "Evan!" he barked, turning back to the door and throwing it open, showing the smaller man there with the blankets wrapped around his waist, a damp rag in his hands.

"Jake? What the hell are you doing?" he asked, the blankets being ripped away from him and a warm body against his front. "Jake…" He stiffened, warm fingers running over his bottom. Tears entered his eyes, knowing that his friend had seen the dried blood on his inner thighs and entrance.

Jake growled again, eyes moving over the pale skin, his fingers brushing over dark bruises and dried blood. He felt Evan's head sink into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around the other man. "I'm going to take care of you Ev. No one is going to hurt you anymore."

Evan tried to protest, pushing against Jake as he was pulled into the bedroom. "Why do you care so much?" he asked angrily, yanking away from the steel hold on his wrist. "I've been dealing with this shit since we met and now you want to try and protect me? Go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone!" He was heaving, legs weak and shaking under him. He didn't want to be treated like a baby. He didn't want special treatment because he had it rough with his lover.

Jake sighed, turning his back to Evan. He knew he'd look the younger man up and down if he didn't at least turn so he couldn't see the nude glory of his friend. "Ev…" he started, rubbing his face with his hands before turning around and pulled Evan into his arms again. "I don't want to see you hurt. I never have."

Evan yanked himself out of Jake's arms, falling to the ground in his efforts. "Then stop looking!" he snapped, tears starting to enter his eyes and stream down his cheeks. "Just go back to Nikki…" His heart ached, he wanted to tell Jake how much he liked him, how much he loved their relationship but he didn't want to drive the other man away. "Just go away… please."

Jake's heart stopped. He'd never wanted to see Evan like this, or be in this situation. "Evan…"

"Just go!"

A deep fit of anger was starting to build in Jake's stomach and he growled as he pulled Evan up to his feet. "What if I don't want to Evan? What if I want to be by you? What if I'm only with Nikki because you told me I should try it? What if it's you I want to hold and kiss and be with but I haven't told you because I was scared it would push you away and you wouldn't want to see me anymore?" he yelled, holding Evan by his upper arm. It wasn't a rough hold or even half way uncomfortable but it was possessive. He was breathing hard, eyes focused on the surprised ones of his best friend.

Shock was evident on Evan's face as he stood there rigid in Jake's hands. He looked down at his bare feet, the tears falling harder as he went limp.

Jake caught the smaller man in his arms and led him to the bed. "Evan," he started, stroking the soft brown hair and giving the other man space. "I'm sorry." His voice was soft, calm now. He hadn't meant to yell how he felt at the top of his lungs at the other man.

Evan shook his head, wrapping his arms around himself. "Jake," he whimpered, turning to hide at least part of his still naked body.

"I should go."

Evan's heart ached with the words. He looking down at the disheveled pillows and tried to forget what had happened to make him call Jake. He wanted to say the same to Jake, tell him that he too wanted to be with the other man. "You don't want me," he finally said as Jake moved to get up. He chuckled soullessly.

Jake looked back at Evan, eyes wide. "What?"

"Look at my history." He looked up solemnly at Jake, their eyes locking. "They all fucked me Jake. I'm just the locker room whore now," he said, the tears just streaming. "Look at me. I'm just a toy for Mike to get off on. Why would you even think of wanting to be with me?"

It was Jake's turned to be shocked. How could Evan talk about himself like that? How could someone so sure of himself, so open, think that he was nothing but a common whore that was passed around the locker rooms? He turned fully to Evan and eased into a kneeling position, holding Evan's eyes the entire time.

Evan held back each gut-wrenching sob. His nostrils stung from his tears, as did his throat. He wasn't good enough for Jake. He wasn't anywhere good enough. He felt soft finger tips run over his bare hip as Jake moved closer to him, the heat between them increasing with every little bit they moved closer.

Jake looked away for only a moment before he wrapped his arms around the other man's waist and pressed his head to Evan's chest, listening to the increasing heartbeat. He felt the searing heat between them finally starting to fade and the stillness in the room deepen. "I'm not letting you go Evan. I don't care who you've been with or what you've done. I want to be with you because you're all I think about. You're the one I dream of at night," he whispered gently, bringing his hands up to cup Evan's face as he pulled away and looked into the dark orbs.

The room was silent, all except the small sob escaping Evan's lips as he fell into Jake's arms. His arms were wrapped tightly around Jake's neck as his sobbed into his shoulder. Everything Jake said was the opposite of Mike. It was gentle with him, loving while it was only a way to relive sexual frustration with Mike. He was just a fuck toy to the other man while he was actually someone to the man holding him.

"Come with me," Jake whispered, scooping Evan into his arms and standing. He smiled, the sweet weight in his arms wiggling just slightly.

Evan shook his head, looking down at his nakedness, the dried blood still evident on his thighs. He was still too dirty for Jake. "I'm dirty," he whimpered, squirming just enough for Jake to set him back down.

A smile spread across Jake's lips as he took Evan's hand in his and led him to the bathroom. "I'll clean you up," he said, earning a blush from the younger man. "I'll wash you clean."

Cover his face Evan shook his head again. "I'll manage Jake, please." He pushed hard to get Jake to leave the bathroom. "I'll take a shower and we can go out and talk about it all," he promised, smiling lightly. "I'll call you."

Jake sighed, reaching out to stroke Evan's cheek. "I'll be waiting for you," he said, turning and leaving Evan to his inner turmoil as he focused on how he was going to talk him into leaving Mike, even if it weren't for him. He didn't want to see Evan hurt anymore. He exited the suit, leaning against the door as he sighed again. "Dammit Ev."

The smile on Evan's lips fell as soon as he shut the door to the bathroom. He leaned against the door, locking it before letting another set of tears start to fall. "Jake," he sighed, thinking of the other man and his feelings.

(A/N): So this was actually meant to be a one-shot but I guess I'm going to make it chaptered. I thought this up on a whim actually while I was watching RAW this week. So I hope that it's not terrible. The real reason I really wanted to do this is because of the match between Evan and Jack Swagger and just their height difference. It's an amazing thing. Lol. I'm glad a lot of people liked The Product of Betrayal with Mr. Ziggles and Jeff! I think I'll write another one with them later. Anyway. The fic title is Break Away by Staind and the chapter/song title is Pain by Three Days Grace.

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