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"So you can see why I feel like shit, right?" Matt asked, rubbing his temples.
"No," Mark said simply. Matt made to look at Mark, but a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him close to the other man. "None of that is your fault, Matt." Mark shifted behind Matt, making the other nervous.
"Mar- Oh god..." Matts worried questioning desolved into an almost whorish moan as Mark pressed his thumbs into Matts latts, rubbing and pushing in just the right way to loosen up. Marck chuckled as Matt turned into a pliable putty under his large, skilled hands. "Oh, fuck! That feels so good!" Matt moaned again.
"Ya wanna lay down? I'd have easier access to your back if you did," Mark whispered in Matts ear.
"Okay!" Matt whined before flopping onto his stomach, laying his head in his arms.
Mark took off his shirt, socks and shoes before climbing on top of Matt. He sat on Matts thighs, leaning forward to rub Matts back.
It wasn't long before Matts squirming caused Mark to get an erection, which he proudly pressed against Matts ass.
"Hows that feel?" Mark whispered in Matts ear before nipping on it.
"Really... Really... Good..." Matt barely whimpered between pants and moans.
A moment later, Matt pushed back, Making Mark recoil. He turned over under the older man and grabbed a fist full of Marks hair, pulling him down, crashing their lips together in a rough kiss.
Matt sucked Marks bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. Mark pulled back a bit so his lips brushed against Matts as he spoke.
"Oh, you want this, do you?" Mark growled.
"Yes!" Matt breathed, "Bite me!"
Mark grinned, flashing pearly whites before pulling Matts head to the side by his hair, digging his teeth into the others neck.
Matt screamed and arched his back, pressing his chest to Marks.
"Give it to me rough," Matt said, reaching down to palm Marks bulge. Mark growled into Matts neck.
"You want it rough, kid?" Mark asked, taking Matts arms, pinning them above his head with one hand.
"Yes! Mark, Please!" Matt gasped, squirming under the massive man.
Mark raked the fingernails of his free hand down Matts chest, leaving angry red welts in their wake.
"I don't think you can handle me being rough..." Mark said with a grin.
"Please!" Matt whined pathetically.
Mark unbuttoned his own pants and slipped out of them, along with his boxers. He discarded the garments on the floor. Matt stopped squirming and stared at Marks engourged length. It was massive. It would surely rip him in two.
Mark unbuttoned Matts pants and reached inside them. He suddenly stopped, pulled his hand back and glared at Matt.
"If this is some kind of joke, it's not very funny."
"Wh-what?" Matt asked, looking absolutely terrified. Mark let go of Matts wrists and stood up. Matt rubbed his wrists nervously while Mark grabbed his boxers and started to walk away. "Where are you going?" Matt asked as he sat up.
"To take a shower. I need to get rid of this god damned erection." Mark said, still glaring at Matt.
"But... But, I..." Matt sputtered, getting up. Marks expression soften as he realized how upset Matt was.
"You're not even hard," Mark said with a sigh. "You can't help it if you're not into men."
"But I am!" Matt blurted, walking up to Mark, wrapping his fingers around Marks shaft. Mark moaned softly before taking Matts hand, pulling it back, lacing their fingers together. Mark leaned in and gave Matt a soft peck on the lips, pulling away quickly.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it." Mark said, nuzzling his cheek against the top of Matts head. He pulled away and walked to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Twenty minutes later, Mark returned with his boxers on and a towel over his shoulders. Matt was curled up on his bed, under the comforter, fast asleep.
Mark lifted the covers and was about to climb into bed with Matt when he noticed Glen, sitting on his own bed with his laptop on his knees.
"Hey," Mark said, getting in bed beside Matt, throwing the towel on the floor.
"Hey yourself," Glen said, not looking away from the screen. Mark had noticed the odd look on Glens face but didn't say anything.
A few minutes passed, Mark stroking Matts hair, the only sound in the room being Glens typing.
"He was crying," Glen said softly.
"Mmm," Mark said in responce, pulling Matt closer to him.
Glen closed his laptop, put it on the floor and pushed it under his bed.
"Good night," He said before turning off the light and rolling over. Mark grunted in responce.
The next morning, when Mark woke up, Matt was gone.
~*~
Matt swiped the key card to his own hotel room and went in. Both occupants of the room groaned at the sudden light.
"Shut the door..." Jeff groaned.
When Phil's and Matt's eyes met, Matt saw red, only becoming further enraged wen he realized they were both naked.
"Get out," Matt demanded.
"Wait a second," Phil said, trying to at least explain what Matt was seeing.
"Phil, you're my friend, but get the fuck out!" Matt nearly shouted, pointing at the door.
"Matt..." Jeff said, getting up, grabbing his boxers off the floor, slipping them on.
"Not now, Jeff..."
Phil scrambled to grab and put on his clothes, shooting both Hardy's a sad look. Matt slammed the door behind him.
"Matt, please..." Jeff said weakly, walking over to Matt. Matt grabbed Jeff and pulled him into a hug, burring his face in the others shoulder.
"Jeff, don't talk. Please, don't say anything..." Matt whispered, trying not to cry as he held his brother.
"Whats wrong?" Jeff asked, returning the others embrace.
"I'm so sorry..." Matt whispered, pulling Jeff to the bed, laying down, still clinging to the other.
"You didn't do anything wrond..." Jeff said, rubbing the others back.
Jeff held Matt until he fell asleep.
~*~
A couple of months wend by and Jeff went home to North Carolina. Matt avoided Mark at all costs except for when work demanded otherwise. Phil and John stayed together, John never finding out that Phil had cheated on him.
~*~
Chris Irvines phone went off with his text ringtone as he sat backstage in a sparsely populated area of the arena.
Where r u? It read. It was from Paul.
Backstage. Wat u doin? He texted back.
Looking 4 u. Came the responce.
Me 2 lol He texted, chuckling dryly to himself.
Was followed shortly by: Where exactly?
2 14 C Chris responded, hoping Paul would be able to find him from that.
I don't c u.
He stood up and walked out from behind some crates filled with extra props.
"Oh! Hey, Chris!" Paul called out, pocketing his phone.
"Hey," He said, forcing a smile to his face.
"Want to go grab a bite to eat?" Paul asked.
"Sure," Chris said, picking up his bag.
They walked to Pauls car in silence. Paul decided it was time to try and make small talk.
"Something interesting happened to me at the signing today."
"Oh?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," Paul said, laughing a bit. "These two girls begged me to let one of them try to pick me up."
"Really?" Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Paul said as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I decided I'd let them try."
"How'd that go?" Chris asked.
"Believe it or not, she did it. Little five and a half foot shrimp actually picked me up! I couldn't believe it."
"That's pretty impressive,"
"Yeah. Hows Tacobell sound?" Paul asked. Chris made a face.
"I don't think I can stomach it right now."
"McDonalds?"
"Yeah."
The two got their food, noticing Matt in the parkinglot with Phil, the later holding onto the formers arm. Matt looked trashed. Chris raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"Chris, when we get back to the hotel, we need to talk."
Chris paled.
AN: Howdy y'all! Sorry it's been a while but I just got my computer fixed today. Review please! Love y'all! Ya ne!
