Notes: Orton is with Morrison. Parks is Abyss and grandma Mae is Mae Young also, last minute thing.
The entry of the old man had left a very noticeable bruise on Jay's cheek, Nash was pissed. Until he heard who this shit was all about. The kid in that house, the one his son had been looking for all this time. And what a poor creature he'd become.
"So, explain to me, boy! What the fuck was that! Mark Told what you had done to that guy, he was destroyed! Spill, NOW! I deserve to know the truth! Or should I ask your friends?Orton almost ended up in one of my cells, last night by the way. He called it a "distraction", bashing a guy's head in a windshield right at the other side of the street where our friends Mark and Glenn were getting rid of your problem… Interesting way to spend his evening, don't you think?! And look at me while I'm talking to you! He was his dealer for ages and you knew the guy well, you knew how he treated his people and how violent he was so why in fucking hell, did you get in a fight with him?! You could have been killed! You would think after the way you ended up in our care, you'd pay attention to details like a mountain on steroids with powder in his nose, smack in his blood and a big fucking Glock in his hand!" Nash's rant seemed to smack Jay's head down on the table as he hid it in his hands.
"I know, I know… But… This is different… I-I found him, Pa… It's Adam, my Adam and I finally got him back. He's in the room with Amy… He's in a bad shape and I don't know how long he's been with Batista but he… Damaged him… He didn't speak much yet but Pa, please understand. I didn't plan all this, it was like I saw red… Had to protect him… It felt good. I'm sorry but I didn't want you involved in case it would go wrong." He was on the verge of crying but didn't give in, knowing the old man wouldn't approve of it.
Nash just got up from the couch and put his beer on the table. His face was unreadable.
"Show me the kid, Jason. Now."
He followed Jay to the dim lit room. Adam was buried in the covers, Amy had changed the bed to keep him warm and made some iced tea she tried to make him drink with little success. He looked like shit. Adam still had to deal with stomach problems and dehydration even if his fever had gone done quite well. He was high from the methadone and scared by his dreams wich meant resting was a problem too. Reality was, they were all afraid they could lose this fight.
Nash approached the bed and kneeled down with a grunt after Amy joined Jay near the door. The old cop took his pulse and looked at the traces on his arms and legs. He could see the young blonde's bones, by the time he would be done with Punk program he would weigh less than a feather. He remembered that night, holding Jay in his arms and listening to the other kid cry in agony, afraid the smaller broken blonde would die before help got there. In the end, child services had taken him away, struggling and still screaming, stealing him in the night, away from his only family. He hadn't changed that much. When he opened his eyes and stared at him, Kevin could see these hazel green eyes, like a forest in the end of the spring that haunted his nights for the last thirteen years. They had looked for him everywhere, in any file they could think of but to no avail. And now that he'd finally stopped looking and started a business and got friends… He had found the man he loved. Because, that was a certainty for the old man… That long haired mess, squirming in pain in the bed was the love of his son's life…
"I'm calling Jericho and Michaels, he needs hospital stuffs. They owe me one. Shawn will do it for me. Your friend needs more than Punk's methadone. He's no doctor…" He pushed Jason next to Adam and asked Amy to go get the others as soon as she could. His boy would need his friends during this otherwise he'd break, as strong as he thought he was, he wasn't invincible.
"Isn't Jericho a shrink? Why would we need him?" Jay asked, holding Adam the best he could as he was tossing and turning in pain against him.
"He worked with addicts for a long time, could help even if I don't like the guy that much! Or maybe your friend won't even need him, but I prefer to be sure. Shawn is a good doctor, he can help better than your nerdy friend!" Nash got out to make his calls. Phil and him never got along that well and his preachy methods didn't help since Nash liked his beer and never went to Sunday school.
"He reacted better than I expected!" Amy said in a whisper. "I thought he was gonna rip you apart… I'm kind of disappointed." She put a cold cloth on Adam's forehead and chest trying to calm him down. The young man breathed better and even smiled at Amy when she joked.
"I-It's not s-so funny w-when you know h-he almost d-died w-when we were k-kids…" Adam looked at Jay who smirked.
"Me? Dying, I'd never do that! It's so rude!"
Amy and Adam laughed as Jason placed his lips on the sweaty man's cheek. Nash reentered the room and took a chair to talk to them, waiting for the others to arrive.
"Adam, do you remember me? I'm Kevin Nash; we met a long time ago. I'm here to help you kids getting out of this mess! I called a doctor, he's gonna help. He'll make sure you're monitored and stuff. You won't have to hurt so bad and it's not hospital."
Jay nodded and smiled to Adam who rested his head on his stomach, trembling in fear. He hated doctors. They lied and used needles on you, gave you bitter meds and judged you for everything you did, liked or looked like.
"It's okay. Shawn is nice, he helped us before and he won't try and screw you over, angel, I promise." Jay ran his hand in his hair to calm him down. His phobia concerning doctors hadn't disappeared apparently. One of the things he still knew.
"Hello perverts! What are you up too, people? Four people in a room at night, some would say it's not really the most Christian thing to do." A purple head poked in the room, startling every person around. A laughing man entered, with the craziest light green eyes Adam had ever seen. "Ooooooh so, you're the secret! Matt called me so I got back from hospital as soon as I could. Lots of autopsies today! Parks says hi, by the way!" He said, taking Adam's clammy hands in his. "I'm Jeffrey! Nice to meet you, Blondie! Punk will be here soon, he was looking for a parking spot. Matt is emptying the fridge and Mor was picking up Orton at the station when I left my reports, he should be here soon."
"So let me get this straight, figuratively speaking of course, working with dead people is less disturbing for you than Matt eating his weight in cheese and chicken?" Amy laughed on her way to stop her boyfriend before he committed suicide by indigestion.
"And how can Parks say hi to us, if the guy is mute?" Jay shook his head, watching Nash smile for the first time since he'd got here. There were more movements around the kitchen and some screaming about cookies and murder before a very frightened Shawn came in, his face blocked with monitors, and some leather bags.
"Hi, this is a crowded place you have, Jason! And what's with Punk and his cookies anyway?!" the older man said, his long hair sticking in various directions. "Let's get this party started, before we get critically injured because of our taste in food, shall we!"
"I'm gonna get away from the needles… I'm not… What, it's not because I help getting dead people to the Morgue and cut them open that I like living people getting probed with sharp needles! I was into pills and powder! Yuk! By the way, Jericho got a bloody nose cause he ate a cookie!" Jeff hopped out the bed and ran to Phil leaving four stupefied men behind him.
"I'll never know why these people are your friends and Chris, well… So, Adam! Now is the time where I plug this in! It will monitor any heartbeat or blood pressure and tell us if anything goes wrong, safety first, alright?! I'll put an IV in your arm to feed you and hydrate and some vitamins you need to get you back to your feet. I'll get you tested for the usual diseases and I'll call you for results as soon as I have them. I won't be on your back, I don't judge but it's better to know before you do anything… Private, you know?!" Shawn muttered, uncomfortable. "I have some Metamizol, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol and Aspirin for you to take if you had to deal with any pain, it happens… These products are non-addictive so you won't get hooked or high on it. Do you have any questions to ask me? Anything we can help you with?" He quickly added too afraid to watch the short haired blond or the man who protected him. His boyfriend was a cop too but Hunter was nowhere as scary as Kevin was, or his friends…
"C-can you d-do it now? I want to h-heal q-q-quickly!" Adam smiled despite the pain, holding Jason's hand tightly against his heart. It was a weird and kind of funny situation to look at from the outside. Yesterday, he was forced to fuck for money, didn't have the right to eat or sleep for as long Dave didn't want him to. He didn't want to live anymore and he wanted to run away to oblivion. And today, he was struggling to live, in the arms of the man he had been desperate to see again. He was fighting for him and for others he barely knew. To see Punk look at him with a smile on his dark face, to ask him why he loved cookies so much. To ask Jeff why he dyed his hair purple. To hear Amy make bad jokes about Jay. To ask Nash, how Jay was when he was a real teenager. To get to know all those other people he had heard about in the last few hours: Mickie, A.J, Kofi, Matt, Mor, Orton and even that shrink guy, Jericho… And kiss Jay again… And again. Feel him against his skin at night, always warm… No. Still, warm.
Jason couldn't believe what he just heard. His stomach fluttered in his chest for he was finally sensing some fight in him, something else than pain and resignation. He pressed another kiss on the trembling lips.
"I am so proud of you, angel." He whispered as Nash helped the doctor set up his equipment and locked eyes with him as the older man used his needles on his friend. After Shawn used sedatives; he got to sleep in seconds with a tensiometer and some electrodes on his narrow chest to watch his heart. It was a sinister sight for the younger man who just stood there, finally letting go of his tears with a huge hand belonging to an even bigger man in his back. Now wasn't the time for Nash to reprimand him on his sensibility.
"I know it's hard. I lived it with you. You were twelve, small in your big bed. But you lived! You fought for him like he is fighting for you right now. He went through a lot but he lived! And I bet you something, it was because he was secretly looking for you, waiting…" Nash said, lost in his thoughts.
Jay wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Yeah, you're right. It's just, I'm tired. I feel guilty… And I… I…" he stuttered.
"If you promise me more sugar sweetness and less kicks in the face, we can totally talk about this!" Jericho groaned.
"You love him more than life itself and you don't want him to die?" Punk calmly said from the door frame he leaned on. "I've known you for seven years, I had time to figure it out, buddy! And I'm not nerdy, you silver freak!" He smiled brightly, giving Jason a one arm hug until his friend laughed.
"In two days top, your Adam will be fine. Still a bit soar but you will finally have some real time together. You better rest because you look ugly right now, man!" Matt entered the room, giving Punk his most diabolical smile as he ate the last cookie, earning a slap from Amy.
"And you'll prepare him for the rest of them. Mickie and AJ send their love to their favorite boss! They'll bring some fruits and veggies from grandma Mae. Nice isn't it."
"I don't deserve you guys!" Jay said as he led them all out the room and to the bigger kitchen.
"And don't you forget it, little brat!" Michaels said as he packed the medical stuffs he used. He patted him on the back before he left. He had enough excitement for today. That's the reason he worked with old people, less drama. The only bad thing was the diapers and the smell. And death, but expected ones.
"Amy, you're the nurse. I already called Trish to tell her to exchange your shifts so you can take care of those two. Goodnight, people!"
As he left, Orton and Morrison arrived with their arms filled with bottles and snacks.
"We're late but we've got food and alcohol! And our friendship! Punk you shut it, he needs to get drunk and sleep! Look at him!" Morrison said, worries written all over his face. He dropped his treasure on the kitchen counter before hugging a very dazed Jason in his arms. Orton waved, still silent with his eyes on the silver fox.
"It's alright Orton; I won't hold it against you. I don't approve but I understand your reasons. Just try not to push Hunter's buttons. He already wants your head on a platter; let's not serve it just yet."
"First off, he already had him and deserved to be castrated. And second, his head belongs to me." John pouted, nuzzling his head against the tanned skin of his lover's chest. Randy almost imperceptibly nodded his approval to Nash.
"I'm leaving you to your drinking to serve our already comatose clients! I saw what you were like when you're drunk and I'm not in the mood!" Punk said as he grabbed his jacket and keys on his way out.
"But you like taking advantage of me, when I'm drunk... See ya, baby!" Jeff said, blowing a kiss towards him before he left.
"I-I love you guys… But, huh, Adam is… Out and I-I don't feel like having booze, right now..."
"Come on Jay! You won't sleep unless you're drunk out of your mind! We know it, you know it and I will take care of him. Don't be too loud though, he's asleep not deaf!" Amy said bringing some books and her I Pod. "Have a nice hangover guys!"
The boys were rather calm even with their big doses of vodka. Probably, the fact that there was a man laying in a chemical slumber in the next room didn't help. Jay just watched the level of his bottle go down with a sad smile on his lips.
"Someone needs to cuddle…" Jeff whispered, holding the blonde against him, tickling him a bit until his smile got bigger.
"Not such a good company, huh?" Jason whispered in a tired and slightly drunken voice.
"That's ok, we just want you to drink so you can sleep and stop that big brain of yours for a little while. If we wanted you to laugh with us we would have used beer! Would have been cheaper!" Matt smirked before clinking his bottle with Orton's.
"Amen, my friend! To our mission tonight, shut Jay-Jay's brain down for the night!" John added his to the other two as Jay shook his head and let the liquor burn down his throat and warm his worried heart.
A few hours later, all men present were sleeping on the floor next to empty bottles and snack bags. John was curled against his lover who had placed his tattooed arms around his waist. Jeff had his head on his brother's stomach and his feet touched Jay's who laid on the couch, hugging a pillow.
Jay needed a shower, he felt weird and hot but someone was already under the warm stream. And he was handsome, blonde and all legs; the ones he dreamed for years. The young held out his hand for the shorter man to take. Jason smiled and took it, gasping in surprise when the wet man pulled him under the water and got him and his clothes soaked seconds.
"W-what are you doing?" Jay asked with a big smile on his face. Adam answered him, their lips almost touching, but not yet.
"I'm getting cleaned, baby! Will you help me?" The long haired beauty put his friend's hand on his hip and placing kisses on his cheeks, ears and nose.
"You're teasing me, that's not nice you know…" Jay said in a husky voice, his hands exploring the other man's back. There was no rush and he wanted to feel him and learn him as much as he could.
"What can I say; I like my man to wait…" Adam whispered, before capturing his lips for a deep kiss, his naked body rubbing against the wet fabric and making him moan in his lover's mouth.
"I want you so much, Angel." Jay whispered. "I waited so long for this."
Adam laughed a little, struggling with the reluctant shirt, winning by revealing the nice honey like skin underneath. Working together, the jeans and boxers made an all blue pile in a pool out the glass cubicle.
Adam pushed him under the water again licking his chest and biting him a little, making him gasp and groan under his touch. He squirmed under his touch, Adam's hands strong on his stomach watching his every move while he worked his way down on him.
Jason's cock was leaking, throbbing in need inches away from that lovely mouth of his.
"Tell me what you want, how do you want me?" Adam said kissing his thigh, earning a whimper from the man.
"I want your mouth around me; I want you to taste me…" Jay closed his eyes and gasping loud when Adam licked the side of his shaft. Feeling his shiver, he did again on the other side before lightly sucking on the tip. He swirled his tongue around the hard flesh and growled around it. The vibration sent shivers all over Jason's body making him thrust in the soft cavern. Adam let him hit the back of his throat, finding joy in the noises produced by his friend.
After a few seconds, he started bobbing his head up and up. Jason's pleasure was like a ticking bomb threatening to explode any minute. Adam stopped and stroked the head with his thumb and smiled at his flushed boyfriend.
"Come for me baby, I want to taste you."
Those words triggered the bomb in his belly as he spurted his essence inside the willing pink mouth. Jason looked down and took in the view. He pulled his lover in a deep kiss and slid his tongue across his lips to get a better taste of himself.
"Jay… Jay"
"Jay! Wake up, man!" Jeff jumped on the couch, waking up his friend who bolted out and on the floor like jack out of his box.
"What! What happened, what is it!" Jay yelled feeling his heart racing. Jeff was laughing his head off, along with the others.
"Daddy Jay had a wet dream! I didn't even know you could!" John said sitting on the coffee table. He handed the shorter man a glass of water and aspirin. Jay looked down at the tent in his pants and sighed.
"Want one of us to take care of that?" Jeff asked, startled when the front door slammed.
"I knew it; you want him to fuck you! God, if you weren't my friend I'd kick you in the face!" Punk scoffed, making them all laugh even harder.
"What the hell… Oh… Forget it! I'll jack off in the shower before I go see Adam." Jay sighed before he left his crazy friends behind. It was hard to deal with Phil's jealousy any day of the week but impossible to do it with that damn hangover and a hard on. Of course, the Chicago native had his reasons since Jason and the younger Hardy had been together. But it had been years and they didn't mess around together anymore. They had been good friends but horrible lovers. Jeffrey needed more attention than the Canadian was able to give him, too absorbed by his search for his first and true love.
The blonde entered the cubicle, the reminder of his dream keeping him hard. He let water run down his shivering body and let his fingers rub his chest and stomach first before he slid his hand loosely around his member. He let pleasure build slowly, images of Adam in mind. He braced himself on the wall as he pulled harder on himself, his thumb on the tip sending electricity in his body before he came harder than he thought he would, resting his forehead on the cold tiles of the wall.
He cleaned himself, watching his cum washed down the drain. When he finally got out the bathroom, he faced a smiling Amy. She opened the door and dragged him next to the bed. Adam was still lying there, the tubes removed from his arms. Awake. And smiling.
"Hi…" Was all Jay could say, making the older man laugh a little.
"Hello to you too, I heard you had a rough night?" Adam invited him to sit beside him.
"Well, this is my queue boys! I'll take care of my man and call Michaels and Nash to give them the heads up!" And with that the redhead was gone, leaving them alone and staring at each other like it was the first time they saw each other.
"It worked, like… It is a miracle…" Jay whispered caressing his friend's arm and hair. The long haired man nodded and kissed his lips. "Yes, it is. But you're a much better miracle to me." Adam said kissing him again.
Soooooo. I said I'd take my time, but dreaming is harmless, right? So I gave you a bit of a preview… And I like the metaphor of the shower scene… Not a… Christian thing to do…