To everyone who thinks Matt and Jay are cute; XD! As always, thnx 4 tha reviews :) Animal Luvr 4 Life, happy I could make you laugh, XD! Dark Fae Angel, creepy? Eh, maybe a little. Weird that you like it? Nope. Join the madness and have fun, I say ;) AnonymousPunk, Matty/Jay-- definitely cute. Adam and Jeff can be cute, if done right. I hope I'm doing right. NeroAnne, I'll never look at a powdered donut the same way again, hehe. Told ya, I like overprotective big bro Matty. And I have more in store for Matt and Jay. Mine was printed like right now. It states, in bold ink; 'NeroAnne'. fairytink101, they have it coming to 'em.
Cotton Candy; (Dedicated to NeroAnne)
Chapter seven/ 'Writing on the Wall'
Rated; M/ L, V
"They're what?!" Randy barked at Ted and Cody in the hotel suite. His was ever so fancy.
"Adam, Jeff, Jay, and Matt were at the restaurant this morning." Ted said, slowly.
Randy shot him a look to kill.
"I heard you the first time, you idiot!" Randy paced the floor. "WHAT?!.. did they say?"
Cody and Ted glanced at each other, they wanted to leave out the part about Jeff being in Adam's lap, and being all over him.
"Matt thought he'd be cute and stand up for his cockslut brother." Cody informed.
"Little shit told us to tell you not to come in two feet of any of them." Ted added.
"Matt Hardy, still playing daddy to young Jeffrey. That whole family makes me SICK! And WHAT did you do about all this, huh?!" Randy asked, glaring heatedly at them both.
"Well, um..." Ted cleared his throat.
"Jericho, Hunter, and Shawn were all in attendance... we didn't want it to be six on two... so, we took the Game's advice and got the hell out of there." Cody waited for the explosion.
Randy only smirked and sat down. "Good."
"Good?" Both basically replied at the same time.
"Yeah, good." Randy repeated.
"How's that good?" Cody asked.
"Because, you did the right thing, gentlemen. I don't need, nor do I want, Triple H, or anyone else in my business for that matter." Randy stopped and thought for a second. "Wait, didn't you say Jay was with them?"
"Yeah, he's Adam's ol' running buddy." Cody shrugged.
Randy smirked. "And you also said, Chris Jericho was there?"
"Yeah, so." Ted shifted his position.
"They weren't.." Randy motioned with his head, and his left hand.
Cody mimicked the motion, trying to make heads or tails of it.
Orton rolled his eyes. "They weren't like together were they?"
Cody shook his head.
"Actually, Jay looked pretty cozy with Matt." Ted inquired.
"Matt Hardy? That guys straight, ain't he?" Randy shot him a questioning look, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What we thought." Ted replied.
"But, Jay and Chris weren't acting like they might still be lovers?" Orton questioned.
"No, they weren't even at the same table." Ted informed.
"That's interesting." Randy smirked.
"Why is that, Orton? What does either one of them have to do with Adam Copeland and you?" Cody asked bluntly.
"Oh, a lot. Jay and Chris used to be fuck buddies. They broke up before Adam and me started going out. Adam and Jay are really close.." Randy stopped.
Cody and Ted were snickering.
"Not that kind of close, man, get your minds out of the gutter for two seconds, please!" Randy barked
Both men shut up. Ted glanced around the room uneasily. Cody rubbed the back of his own neck, still locking eyes with Orton.
"And you say it looked liked Matt was warming up to Jay?" Randy probed deeper.
Both men nodded.
"That's funny, because Jay always had a thing for Matt Hardy." Randy disclosed.
"You know this, how?" Cody asked, looking extremely bored with all of it.
"Little bird told me. A little bird by the name of Chris Irvine."
"How the fuck did he know?" Ted threw in.
"I don't know how he got his info, man. I overheard him talking about it on the phone." Orton snarled. Impatience written all in his voice.
Cody braved a smirk. "You eavesdrop?"
"I wasn't eavesdropping." Randy shot him a warning glare, "I think Chris may just be able to help us out."
"Don't you mean you out?" Cody was skating on thin ice.
"By helping me, you help yourselves.. remember that." With that, Randy got up and left the two morons to ponder.
--xx--
(February 16, 2009-- Monday night)
"Stop treating me like a child!" Jeff stomped his foot in a mock-fit. He was noticeably upset that Adam didn't want him joining him in the Raw arena.
"Orton is on Raw, I have to be at Raw. Do the math." Adam replied, stuffing some choice items into a duffel bag to take with him.
"Well, what if he tries something on you, huh? You're the one he wants back." Jeff argued.
"He'll use you to get at me. You don't understand how that fucking psycho's mind works, Jeff." Adam said agitated.
"My brother's right, Adam." Matt's voice got the attention of the blonde.
Adam turned his attention back to Jeff. Jay stood quietly by the door. If Randy had been as bad as they were saying, Adam had some explaining to do as to why Adam never told him. Him. His best friend.
"Orton will most definitely have his sorry ass at Raw. He's most likely to go after you while you are by yourself." Matt pointed out, standing with his back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
"I don't want you by yourself." Jeff grabbed his head and made Adam focus on him.
Edge looked down at him, as the younger wrestler ran his fingers through his hair.
"What do you suggest we do?" Adam sighed. He caved.
"We all go. Randy won't try anything if it's a fair fight." Jay suggested.
Matt nodded. Adam took a deep breath.
"Please, baby. I'll stay right with Matty and Jason. We'll wait right backstage for you." Jeff bargained.
Adam smiled and kissed him gently. He couldn't argue with those eyes. Plus, if Matt approved...
"Okay, fine. But, if you see Orton..."
"We call for Triple H, and he gets his sledge." Matt smirked.
Adam nodded and allowed himself to smile.
"Let's go, me and Cena are first." Adam smiled back at Jeff, as he pushed his hair away from his face.
"Am I'm gonna have to watch you play tonsil hockey with Vickie tonight?" Jeff asked, innocently.
"Hopefully Cena will stop it." Adam winked.
"Let's go, you two lovebirds, time's a wasting." Matt called from the doorway.
--xx--
"Wrong! Wrong!"
Jeff couldn't help but laugh in watching the monitor. Edge taunting fans with his belt, like he had the night before. Making some kid's day by taunting him to his face. The kid only laughed at Adam before Edge got back inside the ring, dropped on his back, threw his legs up in the air, shouting "WRONG!!!" like a complete lunatic. Matt and Jay kept a bit of distance from Jeff. Not wanting to make him feel like he was being choked. Also, just to talk and catch up. They avoided what had happened this morning in their discussion at every turn. Cena appeared just as Edge made that 'water into wine, WWE championship into World Heavyweight championship' remark.
"Hey, I came up with that." He pointed out. At least he was smiling.
"Shouldn't you be in the Gorilla Position to make your entrance?" Jeff nodded toward that general direction as he spoke.
"That's where I'm headed, right now." Cena pointed as he went on through.
"John, you haven't seen Randy Orton around have you?" Matt asked, stopping the Doctor of Thuganomics in his tracks.
"No, bro, I ain't seen him. Why s'he starting shit?" Cena asked, as if it weren't a random occurrence.
"Naw, man, just asking." Matt assured.
Jeff tapped his foot, agitated."You better get going."
"Okay, dude, see ya'll later." Cena hurried off to wait for his signal to crash Edge's party.
Too late, the moment Jeff, and everyone else with eyes, dreaded had arrived. Edge kissed Vickie.
Jeff wrinkled up his nose. "Damn Cena, didn't make it in time." He muttered, pointing out the obvious.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jeffro. I guess, that was my fault." Matt cringed.
"Jeff, look away. That'll hurt your eyes." Jay called over.
Jeff decided to listen that time and turned away from the monitor. That disturbing moment was interrupted, finally, by John Cena's music.
"I have never been more happy to see that guy." Matt muttered, a slight smirk drawn on his lips.
Jeff turned back to his brother and his brother's new found pet, smacking his lips. That shit was enough to leave a bad taste in anyone's mouth. Jeff blinked. Too many bad images. It wasn't about being disgusted, but no one likes seeing their boyfriend kiss someone else.
"Just think, you have to kiss the guy now." Matt smirked.
"Oh, you will pay, dear brother. You won't know when, or where, but you will pay." Jeff threatened, maliciously.
Matt scoffed, "You and what army?"
"I don't need an army, I'll catch you when you're sleeping." Jeff grinned.
Jay leaned over the older Hardy's way, "Matty, your cute little brother, is scaring me."
Matt looked over at the Canadian with slanted eyes. "And this is new to you, how?"
"I have to go the bathroom." Jeff announced.
"Not by yourself." Matt replied.
"You heard John, Randy's sorry ass hasn't been nowhere near. I don't think the piece of shit's even here yet." Jeff informed.
"Fine, we'll wait outside the door." Matt bargained.
"And leave, Adam." Jeff pointed toward the Gorilla Position. Like leaving Adam would be aborting the mission.
Matt sighed, "Jeff, he has Cena coming right behind him, and..."
"How d'we know we can trust Cena?"
Jeff waited.
Matt sighed again, rubbing his thumb and middle finger across his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose.
"The bathroom is right there. I'll be two seconds." Jeff assured.
Matt looked up over at Jay, who shrugged.
"Fine. Hurry back." He hated to give him permission.
Jeff leaned over and kissed his brother on the cheek, he did the same with Jay. Who stood back stunned.
"Doesn't feel too good, does it?" Jeff winked.
"What does that mean, Jeff?" Matt asked. Thank goodness his voice didn't crack.
"Oh, nothing." Jeff replied, before bounding off to the facilities.
"They grow up so fast." Jay mocked.
"Shut up, Jay." Matt muttered.
Jay only laughed and watched Adam cowar in fear from Cena on the monitor.
--xx--
Jeff once again found himself in the bathroom, not paying attention as one of the stall doors came open. The younger Hardy felt himself be shoved hard against the wall, forcefully held against the concrete. Jeff struggled a bit, before opening his eyes and seeing who was attacking him.
"Let me the hell go, Orton!" Jeff demanded.
"Relax, bitch. I'm not gonna hurt you. You think you're so smart? Huh, Jeff? You think you're special? Walking around here like you can have anyone you want. You. Little. Whore. This shit is not over, not by a long shot. You fucking hear me, BITCH?!" Orton growled.
Jeff continued to struggle against the larger man, losing the battle and growing very tired. Randy grabbed to his shirt and threw him to the floor. Advancing on Hardy slowly. Randy wiggled his fingers, his arms to his sides, prepared to strike. He sized up Jeff. A viper-like look in his blue eyes. Jeff looked back from his ground position and caught Randy in the knee with his foot. That stopped Orton long enough for him to get up and run out of the bathroom. The Legend Killer only smiled and wiped his fingers across his lips. This was going to be so much fun.
Matt was startled as he saw Jeff running toward him. Jeff slowed down and stopped when he got to his brother and Jay, leaning forward at the waist, trying to catch his breath. Adam was coming back from the arena as this happened. He looked around plenty confused.
"Jeff, what is it?" Matt asked looking back to where he had came.
"Orton..." Jeff pointed behind him.
"Orton?!" Matt and Adam basically shouted at the same time.
"..bathroom.." He panted.
"Jay, stay with Jeff." Matt ordered, seeing Jay nod.
Adam and Matt both took off for said bathroom area. Fully intent on kicking Randy Orton's ass for whatever he did.
"Orton, where the hell are you?" Matt barked, throwing back the door.
"Damn it!" Adam shouted. Nothing. No one was here.
And Matt wasn't helping his mood, or nerves, by busting through bathroom stall doors, looking for Randy. Orton was gone. He had obviously bolted with good reasons.
"Damn it, Orton! Where are you, you fucking coward!?" Matt shouted, his eyes darting all around the bathroom.
"Matt!" Adam looked over at the wall.
Matt threw back the door of one he hadn't checked. "Fuck this shit."
"Matt!" Adam called again.
"What, Copeland?!" Matt yelled, staring angrily at the taller man.
Adam shot him a dirty look and pointed to the wall.
Matt only got madder when he read it. Written in permanent ink were the words. 'For the best fuck in town; call Jeff Hardy'
"So fucking juvenile." Matt snarled, literally punching the wall. "Shit!" He drawed back and held his hand.
"That was dumb." Adam nodded.
"You think this is funny, Adam?" The darker-haired male growled.
"No, I don't! But, you're not solving anything by breaking your fucking hand!" Adam shouted.
Matt stopped, biting on his lip as he winced at the pain shooting up his hand. It had been awhile since Adam had shouted at him like that.
Adam raked both sides of his hair behind his ears in frustration. "Fuck! Fuck!" He shouted as he covered his mouth with both hands.
"Adam... we'll get the bastard." Matt assured, breathing deeply from the outburst.
"I know you fucking hate me, Matt. I know Jeff is your brother, I'm sorry.. I know you don't fucking believe me... But, he's my boyfriend. I care about him too." Adam collapsed against the wall.
Matt watched him just stare off into the distance. Adam looked fucking drained.
"What... What did Randy do to you, that's so damn bad?" Matt risked asking.
"You've heard the rumors." Adam muttered, angrily.
"I've heard rumors. I don't know the truth." Matt straightened out his fingers, wiggling them. It wasn't broken at least. But, there'd be a pretty bruise later.
"Fuck you, Matt."
"Adam, how can I ever trust you again, if you won't trust me?"
"He's insane! That's all you need to know, okay! Drop it!" Adam straightened back up.
Matt put his good hand up in a defensive motion. "I'm dropping it... I'm dropping it. Okay? Let's get this marked over, or something." Matt assured.
Adam only nodded, feeling defeated. They took care of it by marking out Jeff's name and leaving the rest for someone else to paint over it.
--xx--
Adam and Matt walked back up to Jay and Jeff. Adam almost instantly wrapped his arms around Jeff, holding to him tightly. Almost too tightly.
"Jeff.. shit.. You okay?" He panted.
"I can't breath." The shorter man mumbled.
Adam let him go and pushed him back at arm's length, looking over him. Matt was becoming concerned, since Adam was acting like he usually would. Adam looked Jeff over, moving his hands up to his head, checking him over.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Adam asked, swallowing.
Jeff shook his head. "Threw me to the ground s'all."
"Did he say anything?" Matt asked.
"Same ol' bullshit. Said it wasn't over." Jeff answered.
Adam held Jeff closer to him, laying his head down on top his. He looked over at Matt for answers. The older Hardy shrugged.
"Really, I can take care of myself." Jeff argued.
"Anyone else, I wouldn't doubt you, sweetheart. This is not anyone else. Randy isn't right in the head, Jeff." Adam looked him in the eyes.
Jeff slumped, defeated. He could tell by Adam's eyes that he wasn't lying.
"Let's just go back to the hotel. I'm tired." Jeff replied, his voice sounded pretty drained.
Time to stir shit up. This is what my notes say;
Jeff and Adam are dating (as of mid '08)
Randy and Adam are ex's-- timeline '07- early '08 (relationship caused Adam and Lita to split up) Randy wants Adam back-- he's single.
Jay likes Matt, who is straight.
Matt and Eve are ex's, she left him for Maria.
Jay and Chris are ex's, broke up when Jay left for TNA (no foul play-- undisclosed reasons) years ago.
Jay and AJ are ex's, AJ left Jay for Karen.
Jericho is single, knew Jay has always crushed on Matt.
Jay never knew what went on with Adam and Randy. Matt doesn't know. Jeff knows some of it.
Adam didn't know Jay and AJ broke up (until the sixth chp that is) .
--xx--
I am sooooo confused. So many triangles. Lita will have nothing to do with it. AJ will have nothing to do with it. Karen will have nothing to do with it. B/C my head already hurts.
I get a feeling that even in trying to make this story sinister, it's still kinda.. cute-ish. Except for the Vickie and Edge thing (shudders) I apologize for that. E'yuck (washes out brain for fourth time)