Weeks went by and Chris found it harder and harder to pretend that everything was ok, harder to act as though Matt's leaving him hadn't cut him to the bone then abscessed like a rotten tooth. And it was even harder to keep from snapping Christian's scrawny little neck every time he seen that mans' arm around his Matty's waist. It was slowly eating away at him and he was snapping at everyone; even going so far as to tell Vince what he could with his new storyline for JeriShow. Of course his mood hadn't been helped by being forced to watch Drew once more mount his lover in the ring. In Chris's opinion the large man liked that way too much and it had taken everything in his power to keep from running down and inserting himself in the match. True to form by the time Chris made to the gorilla position Christian was already there and wrapped tighter around Matt than a three dollar wool suit from a distant aunt. Or in Christian's case, a twentyfive cent hooker on Main Street.

Every time Matt moved Christian followed, his hands trailing over skin and trying to dip under tights. It was maddening; but not as maddening as watching Matt bat the hands away and tell Christian repeatedly to leave him alone. He'd finally had enough when Christian pulled Matt down an empty hallway and pushed him against one of the walls; trying to kiss him and grope him. The dark haired man pushing him away and scowling, his arms crossed over his bronzed chest as his eyes spat chocolate fire.

"Hey you Creepy Little Bastard. Don't you know when to stop?!?" Chris yelled out as he stalked over.

"And what would you know about it?" Christian replied; rolling his eyes and looping an arm around Matt's waist.

"I know enough that when someone tells me 'stop' or 'no' that they mean it." He wanted so bad to rip Christian's arm away from Matt, but he forced himself to stay still.

"Yeah well you obviously don't know too much about Hardy. He might say he doesn't want it, but I know he does." Christian sneered as he leaned over and licked at Matt's throat.

Matt rolled his eyes and shoved Christian away; storming from the two men as he grumbled something under his breath. For a moment Chris was struck almost dumb by the way Matt's hips moved when he walked; but he shook his head and turned his gaze back to Christian, smacking the younger man when he seen him lick his lips as he too watched Matt walk away.

"Don't get jealous Chrissy," Christian taunted as he rubbed his cheek. "It's not my fault Matt came to me when you turned your back on him."

"I-I never turned my back on Matt. We had a stupid argument and it got out of hand; I was giving him time to cool off."

"Doesn't really matter to me." Christian shrugged as he inspected his nails for any traces of dirt. "He's still in my bed every night," He looked up and locked gazes with Chris, smirking as he leaned in close; his breath hitting Chris' ear hotly. "He's still calling out my name and whimpering prettily as I pound into him again and again. He's still begging me to get him off, to make him cum as his back arches as he shoots his load in my hand." Christian snagged Chris' ear lobe, biting down hard before whispering seductively, "You taught him well Chrissy, but then I'd expect no less from the best whore in the locker room."

Christian pulled back and chuckled when he seen the tears sliding down Chris' cheeks; his blue eyes shimmering in the light and his lower lip trembling.

"W-what did I ever do to you." He choked out, his voice harsh and low.

"Nothing Chrissy, you did abso-fucking-lutely nothing." Christian barked; his hands grabbing Chris' wrists with his nails digging into the skin.

"Then why are doing this?"

"Because Chris, we could have been great." Christian's grip tightened as he imagined the times they could have had, imagined Chris holding him the way he had seen the blonde man hold Matt. "But you—YOU were too wrapped up in getting ahead—in making a name for yourself that you didn't see what was in front of you." Christian backed them up, slamming Chris into one of the sound boxes and grinning as Chris cried out. "So tell me Chris, how does it fucking feel to have your heart ripped out and stomped on in front of you? 'Cause let me tell you, when I'm buried so far in your lover that you can't tell he starts and I end; he's not thinking about you. He's thinking about my thick cock sliding in and out as his lips part and he whines like the little whore he is."

"Take that back. Matt's not a whore!" Chris cried as he wrenched his wrists free and shoved Christian away; ignoring the searing pain where Christian's nails ripped flesh.

Christian stumbled back all of about three feet but grinned wolfishly at Chris, his eyes alight with malicious intent as he cocked his head to the side.

"Oh but he is Chris. Matt's the perfect whore. Wanna know who he's been with since you left him on his own in the bar."

"No!" Chris covered his ears, blocking out Christian's mocking voice as he closed his eyes to remove him from his vision.

"Too bad Christopher." Christian yanked Chris' arms down and pinned them to his side as he cackled. "Your precious Matthew has fucked me, Adam, Glenn, Mark, Drew, Tommy, hell even that new kid Shaemus got a turn."

"You're lying." Chris spat; aiming a mouth full of his saliva at the taller man. "Matt would never—he wouldn't…" Chris was cut off by Christian laughing darkly.

"He would and he did. And it took them all with a smile. Hell he fucked Mark and Glenn at the same time, took them like a real pro."

Chris opened his mouth to bite out some remark but the two of them were pulled apart; Chris being yanked back by Matt while Christian was tugged by Adam. Chris sighed; knowing those arms that were wrapped around him anywhere, then whirled around and pushed Matt up against the wall, thrusting his tongue deep into his lost lover's mouth. For a moment he thought that Matt was too stunned to respond but Chris kept going, his tongue parrying and teasing Matt's as his fingers bit into Matt's shoulders. Gently he felt himself being pushed back and he wrenched his mouth from Matt's, his eyes glistening as Matt looked everywhere but at him.

"Matt—Matty…"

"Go Chris."

"Atleast tell me why!"

Chris hated the pleading tone in his voice, but he couldn't just stand there and let Matt get away from him; he had the feeling that if he just kept Matt talking to him long enough they could sort things out and go back to the way things used to be. He tracked each nervous movement that Matt made, wanting nothing more than grab him and hold him close.

"Why what Chris?" Matt finally asked, his left hand rubbing at the back of his neck while his right snaked it's way into his jean pocket; his eyes still everywhere but on Chris.

"Why you left. Why you won't talk to me. It was a stupid argument Matty. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

"I-I didn't mean what I said either…"

"Oh puh-leeze Matt. He left you alone to get trashed in the hotel bar. If he really loved you then he would have come looking for you." Christian sneered, his eyes flicking between the two men. "But he didn't. He left you on your own."

"No! I was giving Matt time to cool off…I really was, you have to believe me." Chris turned his eyes back to Matt; begging him without words to understand. "Please Matty, don't do this, you know me better than that."

"I-I can't Chris. I'm sorry."

Chris watched, his heart shattering as Matt walked away; his back stiff. A chuckle from behind him made Chris whip around, his eyes leaking steadily as he advanced on Christian growling. The taller man backed up, his hands held up in a defensive manner as Chris got closer.

"You sniveling, sorry, sack of gelatinous toxic waste. I don't know what you're getting from this but I will get Matt back. You can't just stop loving someone, no matter what, Matt and I will put this behind us."

"But until then Chrissy, I'll be behind him—and in him."

Chris growled as Christian walked away laughing; his hands clenched at his sides.

***

Matt hurried to his locker room, slamming the door and locking it behind him; leaning against it and letting out a breath as he drug a hand through his messy curls. He winced as he ripped some of the tangled and snarled locks out but just shook his hand to dislodge the straggling strands. He had wanted to give in so bad, but his mind wouldn't let him. It kept rebelling against him and taunting him in the dead of night; a small voice cackling as it threw up in his face again and again that he had been unfaithful to Chris in a moment of weakness and that if had happened once then it could and would happen again. Matt growled and shoved away from the door, stripping down and tossing his tights in the rough vicinity of his bag. Had he been more aware of his surroundings he would have seen the other door near the back of the room.

With a deep sigh Matt wandered into the shower and leaned against the cold ceramic sink; turned to the side so that his hip rested against it as he waited for the water to hit the right temperature; his mind drifting back to the kiss—to how soft Chris' lips had felt against his and how right it felt to be pressed up against him again. His daydream was so vivid that he could swear he could feel the satiny soft feel of Chris' lips on the nape of his neck and he whimpered as he fixated on the sensation; his whole body trembling as he prayed for the hallucination to continue. The phantom feeling of hands ghosting over his shoulders and down his arms raised gooseflesh and Matt bit his lip to keep from moaning. His cheeks glowed crimson when the ticklish soft feeling of nails trailed from his back to his waist then down to his completely hard and aching length that jutted out in front of him.

Matt let his hand drift down and wrapped tightly around himself, amazed that his imagination was so active that it felt as if his hand was covering another and guiding them both up and down his shaft. Fire prickled across his skin and Matt couldn't hold in the moans and mewls any longer. He rolled his head back; is eyes closed as the fantasy lips traveled up and down his neck—now joined by teeth and tongue that nipped and laved the abused areas.

"Mmmm…Chris…" Matt hissed as he arched his back.

"Talk to me love." The words were quiet; whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his already trembling spine.

"Chrissy, I-I want you."

"Then come get me."

The hands that had been on his body disappeared and the words were accentuated with a hard nip to Matt's shoulder blade. Matt's eyes flew open and he groaned as he smacked himself in the face; thinking that even his fantasies were against him now. With a head shake he climbed into the shower, ignoring how his hardened member twitched and throbbed as he soaped up. He chastised himself as his hand drifted down and wrapped once more around himself; the double hand feeling now gone that he wasn't drifting around in semi-consciousness. Still a niggling voice in the back of his head whispered that the feeling had been too real, the sensations of the teeth and lips too accurate to be mere phantoms of his mind and body's desires.

"Right." Matt murmured as he laid his head against the hot water warmed tiles; unable to believe to he actually had thought that Chris had been there touching him; whispering in his ear then leaving him all hot and bothered.

Matt hurried through the rest of his shower; growling when his erection failed to go away and only grew worse as he toweled off. Quickly he slipped into his clothes, praying that he wouldn't catch himself with the zipper and groaned as the tight confines of his jeans rubbed against the sensitive head. Matt blushed as he felt himself leaking and didn't need to look down to see that there was a wet patch on the distressed denim. With a grumbled curse about horny Canadian's, Matt snuck from the arena. Thinking that luck was with him he all but darted through the parking garage; sliding in behind the wheel of his rental and letting out a breath containing a thankful prayer skyward as he turned the engine over. Thankfully the hotel was less than four blocks away and it wasn't long before Matt was tucked away in his room.

The tv flashed noiselessly as Matt lay sprawled on the bed—completely devoid of clothing other than his boxers. Matt's eyes were closed tight as he dipped his hand under the elastic band, hating himself for what he was about to do yet gasping as he gripped his pulsating shaft tight enough to make him yelp. The sudden thought of that it looked like he was trying to strangle the life from his cock, made him laugh and he eased his hold somewhat; sliding his hand up and down the quivering flesh as he tried to recreate the daydream/hallucination from the locker room. It was useless, nothing he thought of brought back the ticklish feel of fingernails or the hard nip of teeth and Matt knew that he was going to have to do something to atleast please the throbbing hard flesh between his thighs. He climbed from the bed, whimpering as he tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled his cotton lounge pants on.

After taming his hair in a simple ponytail he grabbed his zip up black hoody and room key and left; his face set in grim determination as he slunk down the hall towards the room where he knew he could find some release and hating himself for being weak. A couple of knocks later he was being pressed down into the soft hotel mattress as two long fingers probed and prodded him while another hand gripping his weeping cock tightly and jerked. Matt squeezed his eyes closed; swallowing his whimpers and whines as his hands fisted in the seemingly icy sheets. He couldn't stop the moans however that slipped past as he found himself filled and his prostate being slammed into again and again. With a howl he emptied himself into the sheets, tears sliding down his face as scalding liquid splashed his insides and trickled out to crawl sluggishly down his thighs. He felt himself being hugged tightly from behind and with a strangled growl he all but leapt from the bed; leaving the blonde man tangled in the bed sheets confused as he ran his hands through his short cropped hair with his name on his lips.

"Matty…"

As if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels Matt flew back to his room; slamming the door behind him and locking it as tears coursed down his face. Seconds later hurried knocking sounded and even though he knew it was a bad idea, Matt looked out the peephole, swallowing hard when he seen Chris standing in the hallway with only his jeans on; his hair wild and his face and chest still shining with sweat. Matt forced himself away from the door and shut himself in the bathroom until the pounding died away; the absence leaving him dead and cold on the inside as he climbed into his bed and forced himself to sleep. His dreams far from peaceful as he thrashed and cried out hoarsely for the man he didn't know was sitting on the other side of his door; tears of his own wetting his naked torso.