"Her name is Noelle. I have a dream about her. She rings my bell. I have gym class in half an hour. Oh how she rocks in Keds and tube socks. But, she doesn't know who I am and she doesn't give a damn about about me." Chris sang along with the music as he waited for the light to change, tapping the steering wheel, trying to will away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He hummed the song for a few minutes, eventually joining in with the second verse, tears finnaly spilling down his cheeks, his voice cracking as he sang the next line; "and he doesn't give a damn about me..."
He was on his way to a pay per view, half not wanting to go, half wanting to get it over with. Adam was back now, so maybe he'd have someone he knew to get drunk and fool around with, but it wouldn't kill the pain. He silently damned the WWE executives as the light turned green. He put his foot on the gas and just drove.
Mark nodded his head in time with the music playing in the bar he was currently in with a few of his friends; Glen, John, Michelle and, oddly enough, Maria. He'd always gotten along with the girl, though he felt she was a little too kind and shy for her own good. She'd tried doing crazy things to open up a bit more, but it only served in making her more shy. She'd dated Phil, and that had ended horribly. Tears from both parties. Mark chuckled to himself as he thought about how Phil was as much of a girl as Maria was. He picked up his beer and put it to his lips, nearly spitting it out when John spoke.
"Did you guys know they make inflatable sheep sex toys?" Cena was always a hoot.
Glen and Michelle laughed their asses off and Maria blushed. Mark whiped his chin and looked at John, quirking an eyebrow.
"What?" John was already drunk and they'd hardly been there for an hour. Glen and Mark had had quite a few themselves, but they put their tolerance up to their size.
Michelle curled her fingers around Marks bicep, leaning her head on his shoulder as her laugh calmed down. Glen and Mark's eyes met for a brief moment. Glen was frowning with one lack of eyebrow quirked. Mark wrenched his arm from Michelles grip, grumbled something about having an early day the next morning, stomping off to pay his tab and leave. Michelle looked at Maria, who just looked back at her, shrugging, her pretty eyes wide.
"I'm going to be going to," Glen said, chugginng the last of his drink before doing the same as Mark. "Mark!" He called out after the other as the long haired man was getting in his rental car.
"What?" Mark asked, glaring at the other. Glen stopped just a few feet away from him.
"Let's... Let's get a cab. Or walk. It's not that far to the hotel..."
"I've only had a few drinks. Yes, I'm over the legal limit, but I'm not impaired..." Mark wanted to get away quickly. He'd wanted some time to himself to reflect over Michelle and Matt. It was only a few days until a payperview, at which they'd both be there. He'd decided he'd give Matt until Wrestlemania to talk to him again. If he didn't, he might persue Michelle.
"Please?" Glen asked, reaching out to touch Mark, pulling back as though he'd been burned when Mark looked down at his hand. Mark sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat.
"Yeah, sure," Mark said before getting out of the car, slamming the door shut. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked with Glen.
Shannon and Jeff sat in a coffee house, the mowhawked boy nibbling on a cookie while the blonde and blue haired man teased him for looking like a child.
When the bell dinged to announce the arival of more people through the door, Shannon and Jeff looked up, then bolted, their seats abandoned to tackle their friends who'd just walked through the door.
"JoMo!" Shannon said as he hugged the brunette beauty. They both lost their balance and would have fallen over had it not been for Phil putting his hand on Johns back to steady them. Jeff wrapped his arms around Phil and the later froze. His hand slipped from Johns back as he wrapped his arms around Jeff.
"How are you doing?" Phil asked.
"Just fine... I've missed you though. How about you?" Jeff asked back.
"Fine... We need to talk alone later." Phil was careful enough to whisper the last bit.
"Okay!" Shannon said, "We don't have much time! There are payperviews in three days so what do you say we spend tonight getting plastered?" Phil shot the mowhawked man a glare and then chuckled as Shannon blushed. "Um... I mean..."
"No, It's alright." Phil said. "You fuckers are actually amusing when you're drunk." He said, reaching over to pinch Shannons cheek. One punk batted the others hand away and pouted.
A short time later, they were in Jeff and Shannons hotel room with every kind of alcohol imaginable. Phil sighed.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, babe?" John asked, as he put a wine cooler to his lips, the other hand reaching out to run his fingers through Phils hair. Phil looked up at John and past him to Jeff, noting the way his eyes darkened and the jealousy that flashed across his features for a split second before he smiled and cracked open a bottle of liquor.
"Yeah, Philly, ya sure?" Jeff asked, tipping the bottle back, drinking directly from it.
"Jeff!" Shannon squeaked, making Jeff and John choke on their drinks. "Don't drink that directly from the bottle!" Shannon reached out to take the bottle from him, but was pulled into a hug with Jeffs free hand around his waist, pulling him close so that their bodies were flush against one another. Shannon couldn't help but feel odd, embarassed, lusty and a tad bit betrayed as Jeffs now short hair tickled his face.
"Relax. It's not like every body here hasn't swapped spit before." Jeff said, smiling deviously.
"What about John?" Shannon asked quietly. Jeff pulled back and walked over to John.
"Oh yeah!" Jeff grinned like a mad man and looked at Phil. "Could Johnny kiss Shanny, Philly?"
Johns eyes widened. "No!" John said. "I mean, uh... No offence, Shannon, I just can't... I'm a one woman... er... one man man." John put his wine cooler to his lips and chugged the rest of it. Then he grabbed a beer.
"It's just a kiss..." Phil said quietly. "It's ok if you want to kiss him," He said, cursing himself mentally. He felt as if he owed it to the other.
"No, baby... I could never do that to you." John said with a soft smile, kissing Phil on the cheek, avoiding the others lips since he'd already consumed alcohol.
Elsewhere, Matt found himself alone again. His phone had been ringing every few minutes for the past couple of hours, but he didn't care. He was listening to some music that played through his earbuds that were plugged into his lap top. Matt decided to browse the internet for some porn.
There soon came a knock at the door. Well, less of a knock and more of a banging that shook the door in it's frame.
Matt sighed and took out his earbuds and closed his lap top. He got up and stetched, slowly walking towards the door that was still being assaulted by someones fist.
"Christ," Matt said as he opened the door, "Can't a guy listen to some music in peace?" He looked out to see Adam standing there, slack jawed.
"Dude, you need to answer your fuking phone!" Adam said, staring at his friend.
"Why?" Matt asked, leaning against the door frame, smirking a bit.
"I've been trying to get in contact with you since I got in town! I'm glad Helms knew where your room was or I would have never fucking found you!"
Helms knew where his room was for a reason...
"Oh, Matt, fuck, Matt..." The man on top of hm muttered as he thrust into the tight heat again and again, Matt bent nearly in half beneath him, moaning like a whore, throwing his head back, his long hair flailing around his face, a few strings catching on his beard. "I'm gonna cum, shit... Fuck..."
Matt was shaken from his memory by Adam playfully punching him.
"Huh?" Matt said, trying not to grin.
"Two things; Chris and I are going drinking and we wanted to know if you wanted to come... and Drew is fucking pissed at you. He is livid. I don't know what the hell you did or said to him, but I suggest staying away from him for... well, forever." Adam ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck Drew. He can suck my balls," Matt paused for a second and thought about it. Having the arrogant little shit on his knees, Matts own fist in his hair, pulling it until it came out, forcing the other to give him oral pleasure. "That's actually not a half bad mental image."
"Ew, come on, fag! Get your shoes on and let's go!"
Matt grinned as he slipped on his shoes, not even bothering to tie them and picked up his hoodie off of a chair and followed Adam out of the room, closing the door behind him.
AN: Sorry updates are taking so long guys... My mind has been all over the place recently and I can't focus on any one thing long enough to get it done. I always EVENTUALLY finish things though. I'm in the process of making signs for the June 17th TNA iMPACT, which I'm going to. Second row seats, yay! I'm very excited about it. Well, be sure to review... Sorry for the lack of smut in this chapter, I'll make up for it in the next hehe... Ja ne!
