Title: Savin' Me
Rated: M (Mature)
Genre(s): Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Pair(s): Chris/Phil, Jeff/Adam, ?/Chris, Matt/AJ
Summary: Even though Phil passed his public field sobriety test, the GM still stripped him of his title. Humiliated and heartbroken, Phil knows exactly who to blame. Chris Jericho. Can their relationship survive this test?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the song.
Warning: Slash, Mentioned Alcoholism, Self-Harm
Part: 4/? – Talk to Me
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Jeff cuddled Adam's frame to his chest, the taller man's body still wet from the storm outside. The blond had decided that he wanted to take a walk out in the rain, and he didn't even like rain, and had become lost in the unfamiliar territory that was Detroit. In fact, the only reason that the two were in Detroit was because Jeff had wanted to visit with his older brother, Matt, and his new fiancée, AJ. And the blond had come with because, frankly, he didn't like to be without Jeff for extended stretches of time.
Currently, AJ had a hard storyline with Daniel Bryan. Somehow, the sweet brunette had managed to send the entire WWE universe on an emotional rollercoaster, which ended with her break-down and ultimate attack on Natalya on a recent SmackDown. As the storyline went, the GM had insisted that she take some time off. This, of course, was the perfect time for Matt and AJ to start to fix their wedding. AJ had recruited Adam to help her to pick out a dress and flowers, while Jeff and Matt had time to talk.
But now, it was late, most likely morning, and Jeff and Adam were all alone. AJ and Matt had retired hours ago, and were most likely dead to the world upstairs. Adam smirked at the idea of it. It felt like an eternity since he had last been able to touch his ravenette, and he would do so now, even if it killed him. The blond shifted beneath the towel that Jeff had wrapped him up in, leaning up and planting a loving kiss on Jeff's lips. Slowly, he climbed onto the smaller man and secured his arms around Jeff's tattooed neck.
"I've missed you so much, baby." Adam said when they broke away for air. And then he started to bite at Jeff's skin softly, and he left a trail of love-bites down to Jeff's collar bone.
"Fuck…" Jeff hissed, rolling his hips up to meet Adam's gentle ruts. The blond let out a sluttish moan, digging his blunt nails into Jeff's shirt. "You have such a fucking talented mouth, baby…"
Adam's hands hovered over the buttons on Jeff's shirt. "Let me help you with this."
However, he barely even had the first button undone when there was a knock on the door. Hazel eyes flickered over to the clock. 3:30 AM. Who the hell would come to their house – which wasn't even really their house – at 3:30 AM? But, whoever it was, they would have to wait. Adam was horny, damn it! And he hadn't been laid in two weeks! Surely, he should be the sole object of Jeff's attention. But no such luck. Jeff carefully unraveled Adam from his body and set him on the couch beside him.
"Jeffy!" Adam whined.
"It could be important, Adam. And we don't want them to be out in the storm." Jeff said.
Finally, when Jeff opened the door, a totally soaked and tearful Phil threw himself at him. Jeff barely had enough time to open his arms to catch him, but he did stumble back and help the nearly limp man to come inside. His body shook with frantic sobs, and he was talking, but his words were horribly slurred and Jeff couldn't make out what he was saying. So Jeff just stroked his back soothingly, trying to find out what was wrong with his best friend. He kicked the door shut and fell to his knees with Phil, who continued to cry.
Before he had arrived, Phil had taken off the gloves and the tape. After several moments, Jeff's eyes fell on the marks. Neither had noticed that, in this time, Adam had come up from behind and had seen it all. Tenderly, Jeff put the man at arm's length and carefully took hold of Phil's wrists. It wasn't like Phil hadn't had this problem before. It was just that, before, it had never become this bad. Before, the pain was manifested in tattoos and piercings. Now, it was self-harm. And he couldn't continue like this.
"J-Jeff." Phil looked up at him with trusting olive eyes. "I… I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take my razor blade. I can't… I can't…
Jeff nodded slowly. "Shh… it's okay, baby-boy. Where's the blade?"
Phil's tears continued to roll down his cheeks uncontrollably. "It's in my bag."
Jeff took the bag that had fallen off of Phil's shoulder. "Is this it?" Jeff held it up, and Phil nodded. "Okay. I'm going to hide this, and you won't have to worry about it. Will that make you feel better?"
Phil nodded, still refusing to release Jeff. "Mmhmm."
Quickly, Jeff carried Phil into the den and sent Adam upstairs for a change of clothes. He helped the smaller man out of his clothes and tossed them somewhere on the floor, not really caring as to where they landed. Using the same towel that he had used to dry off Adam, he scrubbed Phil's body down and dressed him in the new clothes. The shirt was almost too small, but he was practically swimming in Matt's jeans. Before the pants had slid all the way on, Jeff had seen the scabs on his calf as well. He frowned, but didn't comment.
"You're safe now, Philly. Just sleep. Do you want us to call Chris for you?" Jeff asked slowly.
Phil's eyes shot open and he shook his head frantically. "No! No, no, no! Whatever you do, don't… call… Chris…"
Jeff nodded. "Okay."
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"Thank you again for coming on such short notice, Selene." Chris smiled at the twenty-six-year-old, who offered him a shy smile in return. "Please, have a seat."
"Thank you." Selene said, before she took a seat at the kitchen table.
Chris looked down at the beer bottle in his hands. "I know that you have seen the storyline between Phil and I. I can honestly say that it's one of the most difficult storylines that I've ever had. You know that I would never hurt Phil intentionally…"
Selene nodded. "Of course. I've seen first-hand how much you love my brother. Sure, you have some harsh words to say to him on Raw… but that's only a show. In the end, your actions at home speak louder than your words on TV."
"Thank you." Chris said, before he took a swig of beer. "But, actually, the real reason that I asked you to come here was to talk about a much more serious matter which involves your brother…"
Selene's smile fell. "Is he in trouble? Is he hurt?"
"I don't know, because he won't talk to me." Chris frowned, looking down at the table. "I know this is hard, but I need to know. Phil could be in serious danger."
"I'll tell you whatever you need to know." Selene said immediately.
"Has Phil ever had a problem with depression?"
Selene was silent for a moment, and in that time Chris feared that she had decided not to answer his question. But then her head snapped up and she looked him directly in the eye. "Yes."
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A/N: Okay… I promise that the next chapter will be longer, but I have to practice my cello. So, we'll leave off there for now. Please Review!