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Well, here's part nine.
Matt pushed back into Adam's chest, feeling him possessively spooning him from behind. Matt moaned as Adam's hand moved down his body, touching spots where he knew Matt was sensitive. That hand palmed Matt's hardening cock through his boxers, and a pair of lips began massaging his neck softly. A finger traced Matt's member, making him groan in bliss.
"Please," Matt begged, but the hand only rubbed him softly, making Matt writhe in need. "Please," Matt repeated. The tongue licked his pulse, and then began biting him softly, as if he were marking his territory. "Come on!"
A soft laugh filled Matt's ears, and then the hand picked up speed, making Matt push into it. "Yes," Matt moaned, "Like that, oh yes..." It kept stroking him roughly, making Matt grow hotter and hotter until he burst onto his boxers with a gasp. He relaxed against his lover, trying to catch his breath.
"I love you," Matt managed to spit out. The heart behind him beat faster at those words, and Matt smiled, knowing he had the same effect on his lover that his lover had on him.
"I love you so much, Matt." Matt blinked- that wasn't the voice he expected. That wasn't Adam.
Matt woke up and tried to get up, but it wasn't possible. He was entangled in Chris' arm. Chris had somehow thrown an arm around him and pulled him into his chest, so they were practically in the same position they were in in Matt's dream. Only this was real. Chris Irvine, not his boyfriend Adam, who he hadn't slept with in a week, but Chris Irvine had his arm around him, spooning him and breathing on his neck.
And Matt's heart was racing. He didn't know what to do. There was no easy way out of this. He pushed against Chris and said, "Get off me, assclown!"
Chris' eyes snapped open and he immediately pulled his arm away, as if he was bitten by a snake. He didn't want Matt to think he was taking advantage of him- especially after he promised he wouldn't try anything. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, "It was an accident, I swear."
Matt sat up and crossed his arms. "I guess I can't trust you after all."
"Matt!" Chris turned Matt around. "I swear, I didn't mean to. I wanted to... I wanted to so badly... but your trust means everything to me. You mean everything to me."
"Chris, I..."
"I really care about you, and you spent the night doing something really nice for me, even though I've been bugging you lately." Chris said, trying to make Matt see his side of things, "I would never repay your kindness by betraying you."
Matt shook his head; he couldn't hear anymore. "Chris, please, stop talking..."
"Matt, really, I swear, I didn't try anything. If you want me to leave you alone, I will, just believe that I wouldn't take ad-"
Matt couldn't hold it back anymore. Everything he felt about Chris since the date didn't suddenly make sense, but he had one simple urge, one thing he wanted to do. He propelled forward and pushed his lips into Chris', kissing the man who'd harbored a crush on Matt for longer than he could recall.
Matt remembered Adam and pulled away. "Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. Holy fucking shit." Matt stood up while Chris touched his lips, caught off guard. Did Matt just kiss him. "Forget that ever happened," Matt begged, "I didn't... Oh God, Adam..."
Chris felt a familiar feeling rush through him, what he felt when he grabbed Matt's hair and pulled his head back, whispering he loved him for the first time in his ear. Chris reached out and wrapped his fingers around Matt's arm before pulling him back onto the bed. Matt's body crashed into Chris', and they both fell onto the sheets.
Chris grabbed Matt's cheeks and pulled him in, devouring his lips. Matt's fight died as soon as one of Chris' legs wrapped around his body and his arms wrapped around his neck. Matt began pushing back on Chris and kissing the older man.
This meant the world to Chris. Matt kissing him back. When they had sex, it was just sex. Adam was involved, Matt never actually gave anything back to Chris... this was different. It was something more. And it meant he had a chance.
Matt whined in his mouth, and he felt a pair of hands push against his chest. Matt finally pushed away and wiped his mouth. "I'm with Adam, Chris!"
"You kissed me first," Chris said quietly, sitting up, "And then you kissed me back. I think we can both agree that you wanted that to happen."
"Oh my God... shit, Chris... fuck!!!!!" Matt couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Wasn't he in love with Adam? That meant he shouldn't be kissing Chris Irvine in his hotel room after taking care of him for the night.
Matt walked over to Punk's sleeping form, but Chris stood up and grabbed his arm. "Let me go," Matt demanded, refusing to look at the older Canadian.
"Do you have feelings for me?" Chris demanded.
"Chris, please," Matt said, voice growing more absolute, "Let me go."
"Matt, you had to know what that fucking meant to me!" Chris pleaded. "You had to know what kissing me would do! You had to know... that you gave me more of a reason to fight for you."
Matt yanked his arm out of Chris'. "If you ever fucking cared about me, then you'd leave me alone."
"You can't ask me to do that! That's like asking me to stop breathing!" Matt bent down and began shaking Punk. "I'm addicted to you, Matt Hardy." Matt shook Punk faster.
"Wake up, damn it!" Matt said angrily.
"Matt, I love you."
"Shut up, Chris!" Matt snapped, "Punk, wake up!"
Punk shook his head. "I dun wanna go to school today, mama. I wanna stay home an bake cookies with you."
Matt slapped him. "I'm not your mother! It's time to go!"
Punk's eyes snapped open. "Damn it, Carolina, it's too-" Punk cut off as he saw Matt's flushed face, and the frantic panic in his eyes. Punk stood up and glared at Chris. "What the fuck did you do?"
"No, Chris didn't do anything!" Matt said, "Come on, let's just go." Punk looked from Chris to Matt, and he nodded.
"Alright." Punk picked up the blankets and dumped them on the bed as Matt grabbed the bags.
"Matt, this is silly," Chris said.
"We're not talking about this," Matt said.
"Matt, then when ARE we going to talk about this?" Chris asked.
"Never!" Matt yelled, "Shit, Chris, just... just stay away from me." Punk opened the door, and Matt marched over to it.
"Matt!" Chris called out, "Matt, please... don't leave. Just talk to me!" His pleas were answered with the loud banging of the door. Chris breathed, thinking about the feeling of Matt on top of him, Matt kissing him... and he screamed. No words were needed- it was just a primal, animalistic scream, encompassing every feeling he felt since he found out Matt and Adam were an item.
All the anger, all the pain, all the sadness, all the jealousy, all the desire, all the feelings of being let down... Chris screamed, letting it all out. Matt had ruined his life in every possible way, torturing him just by existing, for giving him hope and snatching it away. For being his friend. For being so damned beautiful, so damned funny, so damned... so damned amazing. For teasing him. For not being strong enough to stop the threesome. For not trying things with him. For not seeing what Adam truly was.
But he couldn't hate Matt. He loved his Hardy boy just as much as ever, and that's what hurt the most. He was Chris fucking Jericho, he could charm the pants off of anyone... but he'd fallen for the one person who was determined to push him away, no matter what he might feel for him.
"Matt," Chris whispered, "Matt, how could you do that to me? Oh God, Matt..." A tear fell down. Just one, but that tear was more than Chris had spilled for practically anyone. It was too late for him to do anything: Matt had stolen his heart, and Matt had crushed it.
*
As they dumped their stuff into their room, Punk studied his friend. "Carolina, what the hell happened?" He asked. Matt wouldn't look at him. "Carolina, come on," he said. Matt still didn't look at him.
"Matt!" Matt's eyes widened; he hadn't heard Punk call him by his first name since before that incident in North Carolina, that week they first met. Matt turned around and looked at his friend.
"Phil, I... I might be in love with Chris."
Punk shook his head. "My poor little idiot. Oh my God, Matt..." He wrapped his arms around his friend.
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