AN 1: Hey all, sorry for the hiatus. I try not to put 'authors notes' in the beginnings of these chapters, but this chapter has a disclaimer, so here goes: The following chapter contains recreational drug use that results in the munchies and m/m slash. So I ask you to notice the rating that is assigned to the story.

Ok, now that I said that, I want everyone who is still reading (Oh God, I can hear the crickets now) to know that this is my first time writing slash scenes before. I tried my very hardest to make it soft, sincere, mature and respectful.

I know a lot of you expressed concern with the slash aspect, but I'm begging you to read it and share your opinions, because they truly mean the world to me.

This story is still JefRia (Jeff/Maria) and I promise that they will get there fair share of attention.

Please review and tell me what you think.

"Down Towards the Healing"

Chapter 4: "Good Time"

By SRC

"Are you having a good time

With your friends and your French wine?

So now I'm gonna warn ya

That there's only so much I can owe."

The sun was falling out of the purple and pink California sky. Jeff was sprawled out on his back laying on the dried out, golden lawn. A joint was burning in his right hand that was resting on the grass by his side, nearly smoked to the roach.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rob pull back the screen door from the house and make his way over to him. Quickly, Jeff looked back up towards the melting sky and took another hit and held it in, squeezing his eyes tight. He felt the man lye down beside him, his arm brushing against his and he passed the joint towards him. Rob moved the joint to his lips and entwined his fingers with Jeff's as he finished the roll.

Jeff smiled with his eyes still closed and fingers still intertwined and rolled on his side, closer to the man and they stayed like that until the sky was dark blue and Rob had goose bumps alone his skin.

Rob was the first to move. He sat up and gave Jeff a kiss on the cheek before standing up and heading back inside the house.

Being with Rob was hard to explain, because it was so surreal. It was like… that lazy Sunday afternoon. That one day a week that is used as reverence and the perfect way to mentally prepare for the shit that the next week would bring. You kind of know that it won't last forever, but at the same time, it would be back next week about the time you start to go crazy again. It was safe.

-Flashback-

Jeff had pulled up to the small California styled home in the early afternoon sunlight. The rusty red truck was burning oil, sending puffs of black smoke into the air that he saw out of the rear-view mirror. A neon yellow post it-note was stuck to the dash:

Don't do anything stupid, Idiot. I love you and it's hard to break in a new best friend.

–Matt.

Yeah, right, thought Jeff. He's just making sure the trucks ok. ­He mentally pictured his brother snuggling up to the little red truck and checking his reflection in the shiny metal spokes of the tire.

Jeff smiled at that thought. When they had been out in Cameron one visit home, they went to some store for something and when they came back out, Jeff discovered someone had stolen the metal rims that came with truck when Jeff had bought it. They weren't particularly nice or anything, but someone had obviously thought they were worth something and had stripped them. Jeff could care less what his car looked like; it took him from point A to point B as cheaply as possible without to much stalling. But Matt had insisted that he replace them. So he had gone to the body shop and bought the cheapest ones in the store and they just happen to be thick, ugly and plastic.

They looked absolutely horrible on the junker; eternally shiny spokes clashed with the rusted exterior of the truck.

When Matt saw them, his face got that pinched look of annoyance and Jeff added a point to the "Jeff wins" column of a mental list of battles that Jeff knew Matt was kicking his ass in.

He read the note one more time before cutting the ignition and walking up the pathway that led to Robs house and toward the ramp that was installed from the front door over the steps that had once led to the porch.

Jeff didn't even need to knock on the door before Rob's dimpled smile was in front of him. Before he knew it, he was pulled into a tight hug and led into the house.

It was different from when he had last seen it; right before the accident. The house was still spotless, just like last time. But this time, there were ramps going from the dropped rooms and an electronic stair climber was attached to the railing of the hard wood stairs. Rob's office and game room that once held all of Rob's comic books, action figures and videogames was evicted and in its place was old bedroom furniture, a full-sized bed and a spare silver wheelchair.

Jeff looked sadly at the makeshift room and quickly turned his attention back to Rob.

He offered a slight, kind smile, "How've ya been, Robbie?"

Rob gave him a big grin, but there was no ignoring the graying temples and the dark circles under his eyes. "I'm great; It's just so great that you came. I guess I wasn't expecting much. You probably have so many people watching your ass… I thought you'd been banned from seeing me."

Jeff laughed and followed Rob into the family room and sat down on a soft, light brown leather overstuffed chair. "Yeah well, I had to see you. It's been a long fuckin' time. Besides, I'm sick of being on my 'best behavior'. I wanna get fucked up."

Rob laughed and handed Jeff a beer and sat on the sofa next to him.

Jeff smiled softly, "How's Sonya, Rob?"(1)

Rob's face fell and his voice got deeper and flat, "She's at a P.T. session in the city. They usually last for a week or so. They make her stay there because she's in so much pain that she can't take the 25 minute car ride back home each night."

"Rob, I –"

"Hey! She bought you an apple pie, cause she remembered how much you loved her baked apples…she's said she sorry she couldn't make them for you again. She's sorry that she can't … she's sorry that she couldn't see you again. How messed up is that? She's sorry…" Rob broke off with a harsh laugh, his brown eyes shiny.

Jeff moved to the sofa Rob was on, and draped an arm around his shoulder. "Tell her I said 'thanks' and send my love". He pulled Rob towards him and planted a big, wet kiss on his rough stubble covered cheek. "So what's a guy have to do to get high around here?"

Rob grinned, "Man, I was hoping you would bring that up. All my stoner friends are either in jail or kicked the habit… but are you sure? I don't want you falling off the wagon cause of me".

"Shut the hell up, I was practically toked the second you invited me here".

And within 30 minutes Jeff's head was lighter, the world was lighter and everything was pretty fuckin' hilarious.

"So how's the ECW treatin' ya?" Jeff asked in between a hit of the hash that Rob had just handed him.

"-s fuckin nuts. Everyone over there is so chill. Hookin' up with Paul and Terry (2)… It's a party, man. I mean, except for the whole, 'Rob-will-never-win-another-belt-ever-again' thing."

Jeff nodded his head and held in another hit, "Yeah, Vince'll have fun teasing me with a belt and then taking it away the next week for another couple month's before he even considers letting me 'party'."

"Yeah I blew up that ship before it even left the dock" Rob laughed out. "New life lesson for ya, Jeffro- don't be speeding while weeding (3)."

Jeff laughed, choking on the cup cake he had just shoved in his mouth.

"You should totally come to ECW. You could be at the top in no time. The fans would fuckin eat that shit up!"

"Yeah… wait, what?"

"Dude… What?"

Jeff giggled and grabbed the bottle of Captain Morgan that was just about cashed. He took a healthy swig and immediately slumped down in the couch next to Rob. Leaning his head on the bigger mans shoulder.

After Rob had finished the bowl, he jumped off the couch and tripped over to his stereo, and predictably, Sublime was soon turned up and the healthy bass was pounding in Jeff's ears along with his heart.

Rob had decided the four steps back to the sofa were too much and laid down right by the speaker.

Jeff craved companionship and rolled off the couch and towards Rob, right when his favorite song came on. Rob was feeding himself marshmallows when Jeff settled perpendicular to Rob so that his head fit perfectly in the nook from Robs shoulder to his ear.

Jeff sang softly along with Brad Nowell and the twang of the steel guitar.

"No trouble or fuss; I know why

It's so nice, I wanna hear

the same song twice."(4)

And throughout the song, he could feel Rob's jaw move as he chewed and he could feel the powerful muscles in his neck as they moved lithely under thin layers of skin.

And by the end of the song Rob's fingers where tangled in his orange dyed, damaged hair and Jeff was playing air guitar to that last few six counts of the song.

Sometime between the bag of the Lay's potato chips, a bag of those Chewy Chips Ahoy, and "40 Oz of Freedom", Rob and Jeff and made the journey to Rob's bedroom, that now had boxes of the shit from his old office.

Halfway up the stairs Rob stopped and sat on the steps, pulling Jeff down with him. His limbs felt light, but he fell down gracelessly like a sandbag and slid down a few steps below the older man. Rob was giggling at Jeff's actions and pulled out some brightly color blotter paper, perforated in perfect cubic centimeters. Rob fumbled with one while ripping it from the rest.

He caught Jeff's bright green eyes set off by red rims and touched the back of the square to his tongue before sliding down to the same step as Jeff and sticking the colorful paper on Jeff's cheek. He quickly tore off another and placed gave the decorated man another one to match, grinning wickedly, letting the acid take effect.

Jeff watched Rob's full mouth begin to lick the third stamp, and before the man could even close his mouth Jeff attacked.

His senses were overwhelmed with the smoky taste of the weed and the stronger, slightly bitter taste of the LSD. But as soon as the buzz started to hit, he realized how soft the inside of Rob's mouth was, and how sweet his lips tasted. He ran his hands along his companions face; smoothing his eyebrows down towards his temples and along the side of his face until he hit the rough five o'clock shadow and he let his hand fall down to Rob's strong shoulders, not once breaking contact.

Rob moaned into Jeff's open mouth, and moved deeper within the kiss. His hand sat stationary on Jeff's hips, massaging ever couple of minutes. It reminded Jeff of a large cat contracting his claws in and out in contentment.

Finally they resurfaced, as they each took in gulps of air and stared at each other. Jeff's vision was swimming pleasantly, and swirls of bright colors were waltzing in and out of picture.

He was only half aware of Rob grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs and was only half confused when he fell into what seemed like a mountain of snowy white down comforter. Both confusion and coherency fled from his mind as Rob crawled on top of him and continued the scene that took place on the steps.

He felt calloused fingers run up his t shirt and trace abstract patterns on his stomach. When the light touch reached the sensitive skin on his sides, Jeff started to laugh and turned his face into a pillow, his hair spilling into his vision while the room still spun magnificently. Rob peeled Jeff's shirt off, helping him sit up and lift it above his head. His lips started to come back to Jeff's face, his hands continuing to roam and his mouth worked a trail down Jeff's chest. Jeff, in an unexpected burst of energy sat up and spun the man over, so their positions were reversed. Jeff straddles the larger man's thighs and deftly got to work on Robs belt buckle. After a few seconds of fumbling, he got the flash of silver loose and had his jeans around his ankles.

A pair of simple white cotton boxers rode low on his hips contrasting beautifully with Rob's tanned California skin. The tent at the button fly was growing higher as Jeff striped Rob of his shirt and leaned up and licked each nipple in turn. Jeff ran a hand through a leg opening of the boxers and teased the responsive area, much like Rob had done to Jeff's stomach.

Rob let out a groan that caused Jeff to look up, "Jeff…".

Jeff was fascinated with Rob's heavy eyelids that kept fluttering open like butterfly wings. So fascinated he removed his hands from Rob's shaft and sat up to kiss each of the long lashed lids. He finished with a trail of kisses down his body and slid down pulling the boxers completely off and taking him fully into his mouth.

Rob arched his hips up into Jeff's parted lips and let strings of random words.

"God- Nnngh- …Je-eff"

Jeff loved the way his name sounded just then. Whispered and elongated. Jeff. It was just so plain, but off of Rob's lips it sounded like love. And in his clouded disconnected brain, he could pass it off as love.

He felt Rob's hands grasp the purple and orange hair and gently tug him off. When he looked up Rob bonelessly slid down to capture Jeff's lips once again letting him win the wrestling match that was happening between the sets of pink lips. Jeff could hear the gentle scrape of each of there respected five o'clock shadows and he laughed gently in the older mans mouth. Rob quickly broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Jeff's.

Rob didn't have to voice his question, Jeff could read him like a book; He wants to fuck me.

Jeff gave him a smirk and rolled them over once again, so that he was beneath the stronger man and his head was cradled by pillows. He watched Rob roll off the bed and walk in the adjoining bathroom. In his half sober mind, he would be running for the door.

This is Robbie! One of your best friends! And his wife, who he loves more than life itself, is coming home in a week. Yeah Hardy, you remember the young, sweet, woman. The girl that grilled up burgers and steaks at Rob's 32nd birthday, despite being born a vegetarian. The same girl who was hit by a drunk driver and is now a paralyzed from the waist down. Yeah that's her, you jackass.

But as Rob walked back into the room and flopped down next him, he smiled at him softly. And when Rob started to kiss his chin and worked his way down his neck, licking and biting his clavicle, Jeff stopped thinking. And after Rob had prepared them both with something that smelled suspiciously like piña colada (Jeff wasn't going to touch that one) and Jeff was thinking about ways to escape (if only moving wasn't like climbing Mount Everest…) he felt Rob slowly start to push in, and the pressure drove all thoughts from his mind.

Besides, this moment gave him sufficient reason to hate himself and self loathing wasn't the same unless there was a healthy dose of guilt to go with it.

He took the pain, grasping the cotton sheets in his fists, but kept his eyes locked on Rob. Rob eyes were screwed shut, physical signs of self restraint to keep from loosing control. When he felt the tops of Rob's thighs flush against him, he began to let out the breath he had been holding.

Nothing was more sobering then having sex that you know you will later regret.

Soon, Rob's gentle rocking was sending his skin into light contractions of pleasure. Fireworks went off behind his eyelids when Rob's hips shifted and hit something that felt so spectacular it almost hurt. After that, he could see Robs lips moving but he couldn't hear the words of desire. All he could hear was his own deep breathing and the rush of blood to his head.

It was then that Jeff turned his head to the side and looked out the window. And it was then that he thought about how great they probably looked together, with Rob's steady rhythm making his muscle move laterally with ease under dark tan skin. A whiter, softer man with one leg wrapped around a Rob's waist, the other bent at the knee with his barefoot planted on flat on the bed.

Jeff could almost see the beautiful asymmetric positions and the way it played with the negative space and sharp angles. And the soft look of ecstasy on Rob's face… He was sure that it must have been a breathtaking sight.

Late afternoon light, rapidly transforming into dusk, filtered in through window catching both the dust in the air and the dark blonde highlights in Rob's hair that was falling down in the man's face muffling the soft grunts that escaped his mouth.

He began to dissociate from the moment in his head, as he mentally began to sketch the two men on the bed. He was thinking watercolors. Sketched in black Indian ink, no defining characteristics on anything; the bed, the floor, the two bodies and a window. That was all that was necessary. Swirls of bright colors, (thank you, Grateful Dead and wonderful trips, destination determined by acid) with light coffee color browns around the dominant male and the only thing black and white would be the man lying flat on the bed.

He was filtering out the color through the window in his mind, in his art, when he felt the tip of Rob's tongue trace the vine tattoo that crept up the side of his body, down his arm and up his neck to curl around the back of his ear.

He couldn't dissociate anymore; no one had ever done that to him and his eyes rolled up back to his head as he felt Rob's pace increase and start to half work Jeff's half erect penis.

He then noticed that Rob's rapid thrusts seemed to be in perfect unison with the heart beat.

Jeff felt himself stir, but the deft, semi conscious jerks of Rob's intoxicated dexterity was doing nothing for him mentally. The slamming in Jeff's body was at high tide and he had to shut himself off as Rob continually hit his prostate so his body would not react violently the intense feelings of pleasure.

"Jeh-eh-effr-" and with a final slam and smack of skin against skin, Jeff felt warmth spread inside of him.

Rob pulled out and released the hold on Jeff's leg and hip and fell next to the younger, now more sober man. One sweaty arm was slung across Jeff's chest and Rob laid his head on a shoulder that was plastered with brightly colored hair.

Rob's eyes were shut, but he spoke with desperation that was barely evident to the other occupant of the bed.

"I know-" he yawned, "that you probably want to move and clean up but-" he tightened his hold across Jeff chest, "can you please stay with me right now? For a few more minutes?" He pressed his nose close to the juncture where Jeff's arm met his shoulder and inhaled the scent deeply, "I just want someone with me" he murmured, before releasing the breath and drifting off.

Jeff blinked and turned his head and kissed the man on the side of the face which was most easily accessible. "Yeah, buddy. I want too."

"I Hope that you're social life doesn't get ya killed, now."

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AN 2: End gratuitous sex scene; you can uncover your eyes… for now.

So really, what did you all think? Cause I can't believe that I'm going to post this. Augh, just do it, Sam!

So I don't own anything that you recognize, but here are the official acknowledgments:

(1)Sonya is Rob's wife in real life. In an interview with RVD he mentioned that she was in a very bad accident. I can't remember what it was (jet-ski maybe?), but I know that she had a lot of damage done to her and Rob was really protective and loving about it in the interview. I wanted to play off of that a little bit, so I made up the drunk driving hit and her being paralyzed. Nope, not real at all.

(2)The Paul mention is Paul Heyman. I think I read somewhere that they are pretty good friends in RL. And Terry is Sabu in RL.

(3)The "Don't be speeding while weeding" is what RVD put up on his site. Fuckin' hilarious!

(4)"Boss DJ" lyrics by Sublime. If I had to listen to just one band for the rest of my life, it would be Sublime. They are that amazing.

(5) And the chapter title and the beginning and ending lyrics are, "Good Time" by Leroy.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed or PM'ed me, giving criticism and compliments about the story. It is so helpful and I appreciate it so much. You all are my hero's.

I'm going to post this now, after weeks of holding on to it for fear of rejection. And if the formatting looks wonky; blame fanfiction.(net).

Please give feedback, cause I'm needy; and I'm ok with that!