Chapter 10
Driving down the highway, Rob glanced over at Matt, who sat quietly in the passenger seat. He hadn't told Matt where they were going and Matt seemed anything but enthused. Since the events of the previous day, Matt was stuck in his dark state. Not that Rob could blame him. This morning hadn't helped matters much either. After Matt's fight with Jeff at the cafe, they ended up having a small disagreement of their own.
But even with everything going on, he couldn't help but feel like there was something else. If only he could get past this wall, Matt always surrounded himself with. In the mean time, he hoped his plan could at least raise Matt's spirits a little.
Matt sat and bleakly watched the trees go by. He noticed Rob's glance through the reflection in the window and could sense his concern. It wasn't fair to keep Rob in the dark and he didn't want to. Especially since they were suppose to be starting some kind of relationship. But the secret he held was Austin. And some secrets had to remain in the dark. The least he could do was go along with whatever it was Rob wanted to do.
He recalled the events of a few hours ago at the motel room. They'd returned before Jeff and Chris and he wanted to take advantage of the time alone. Again he initiated it, but unfortunately it ended up similar to the night they'd first kissed. Once again, Rob had pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry." Rob had said. "I didn't mean to let it go this far."
"What if I did?" Matt had responded. "What if I'm ready to take it further?"
Rob was doubtful. "Then why can I still feel you tense up the more I touch you?"
Not wanting to admit his nervousness, Matt had no reply.
"We need to wait." Rob concluded.
"Fine, if that's what you want." Matt ended up snapping. "I guess it really doesn't matter what the fuck I want." He was fully aware of how childish he sounded, but couldn't seem to help it. There was no reason to be upset with Rob so why was he acting this way?
"It matters more than you know." Rob had quietly said.
Thinking about it now, Matt felt a twinge of guilt. Rob was only trying to respect the fact that he'd never been with a man. He looked over at Rob and attempted to give him a smile. Why Rob would want to start a relationship with him, he didn't know. Rob had much better options to choose from.
Rob warmly returned his smile. After their small disagreement, Chris and Jeff had returned. They decided to go to the Farmer's Market and anyplace else that happened to catch their eye. Just getting out and doing something, might do them all some good so they invited Matt and Rob to hang out with them.
However Matt declined. Instead he flopped on the bed, perfectly content to lie in the motel room for the rest of the day.
Rob had other ideas. "Was there anything you planned on doing?"
"I'm doing it." Matt had dully replied. Succumbing to his bed of misery seemed like enough.
"Come on." Rob put on a baseball cap. "We're going to get a ride."
"What for? Jeff and Chris left the rental. " Matt reminded.
"Not that kind of ride."
"Then what?
"Trust me, Midnight." Rob assured. "Haven't you ever done anything spontaneous?"
"Not unless I planned to."
"Dude, you've got to live life a little." With that, Rob practically dragged him out the door.
~*~
Matt climbed out of the car and looked around the vast lawns of the property. "Where are we?"
"My Uncle's house." Rob answered, tossing his keys to the valet.
"House?" Matt looked over the giant mansion, wondering how many houses could fit in it. Rob was already climbing up the stairs and he had to jog to catch up.
Rob pressed the doorbell, letting off a chime-like music sound. "I'd introduce you, but he's out of town on business. I called him though to see if it was alright."
"To see if what was alright?"
"Our ride." Rob stated simply.
Perplexed, Matt started to question again, but was distracted by the uniformed butler opening the door.
The butler bowed. "Hello Mr. Shzatkowski." He formally greeted Rob. "Your Uncle said to be expecting you so we have everything ready. Was there anything else you or your friend required?"
"Nah, thanks a lot Henry." Rob gave the butler a slap on the shoulder. The butler simply chuckled and stepped aside to let them enter.
Rob nonchalantly led them through the mansion. Matt followed along slowly, more than impressed with the mansion's extravagance. Everything seemed to be made out of marble and gold. Maids dressed in the black and white uniforms, dusted the trinkets and polished the crystal that lay around on the exquisite furniture. Was the Uncle's last name Warbucks?"
"Do you have a cousin named Annie?" Matt asked a little cynically.
Rob chuckled. "As a matter of fact I do. But she's a brunette."
They headed out the French balcony doors and Matt stopped, staring at the scene before him. The lush gardened lawns of the mansion ended in a cliff drop off and beyond that was the crystal blue of the Pacific Ocean. "Okay, I admit, that's pretty impressive."
"Care for a closer look?" Rob asked.
Matt just shrugged.
"Come on." Rob stepped down the balcony steps. "That's my Uncle's private beach and there's a trail that'll take us right to it."
Matt followed absently, still taking in the view. It was impossible to think someone could own such an awesome piece of the earth and call it their property.
"Here's our ride." Rob announced as they walked around the corner of the mansion.
Matt stopped as Rob walked over to a saddled Chestnut stallion that was tied to a post. "Wait… are you suggesting we ride this? He's gigantic."
"Yeah, but he's gentle. My uncle's had him since he was a colt, I've rode him for years." Rob untied the reigns from the post and gently ran a hand down the stallion's long graceful neck. He then stuck his foot in the stirrup and mounted it. "Ever rode double?"
"I don't ride." Matt walked over and let the stallion sniff the back of his hand, before petting it's well-groomed neck. It was a magnificent creature. "I guess I won't object to you giving me a lift."
Rob smiled. "Need help getting up?"
"I think I can manage."
Rob removed his foot from the stirrup. "Put your foot in there and grab my horn."
Matt raised an eyebrow.
"The horn on the saddle." Rob cleared up.
"Ah." Matt did as instructed, grabbing the horn and the back of the saddle. It was awkward trying to work around Rob's body, but after a couple of attempts, he managed to mount the large beast.
Rob held the stallion steady as Matt climbed up behind him, and tried not to notice as Matt's arms and legs rubbed against him, sending a small chill of awareness down his spine. "You don't have to be nervous or anything." Rob said, once Matt was situated. He cleared his throat. "You should hold onto my belt… so you won't fall."
Matt scooted closer and circled his arms halfway around Rob's waist. Smiling to himself, he gripped Rob's belt. "Thanks. I'd hate to fall."
The heat of Matt's arms warmed the chill away from Rob's spine. Do you have any idea the affect you have on me? Clearing his head, Rob pet the stallion's neck again then squeezed his legs, signaling it to walk.
As the stallion walked to the edge of the cliff, Matt could see it wasn't a cliff at all, but more like a hill. A man-made trail led them down the hill and through a small forest of trees, which would eventually take them to the beach. Beams of sun shot through the trees, crisscrossed, and pierced the ground. It was so beautiful and calm, they road in comfortable silence with only the sound of the ocean. It took about half an hour before they reached the bottom of the hill and the stallion stepped out of the trees and onto the beach.
Rob brought the stallion up to the shore and stopped. They let several minutes pass in silence, soaking up the view. Matt tilted his head back and inhaled the freshness of the ocean. Closing his eyes he concentrated until he could feel the light mist across his face.
Rob swung a leg over, sat astride and glanced at Matt. Matt's looks, usually so dark and intense, now took on a serene-like calm. He was absolutely beautiful. "Is this a little different from the beaches in North Carolina?"
"I'll say." Matt opened his eyes and looked around. The mansion was no longer in sight. As a matter of fact, he couldn't see anything. All that existed was the air, ocean, and sand. All he could hear was the waves clashing and nothing more. Perfect peace and solitude. It was like being on a different world, free from all stress and worries. Just like the kids on the playground.
Suddenly it dawned on Matt what Rob had actually accomplished, and he looked at Rob in amazement. Even if only temporary, Rob had actually given him that perfect little world.
"I hope this helps." Rob said sincerely. "I thought it might be cool to just get away for a little while."
Matt finally smiled. There was simply no word to describe Rob. "This is amazing. But why does it have to be for a little while? Maybe your uncle will let us build a beach shack, then we'd never have to leave."
Rob would have liked nothing better. "Wouldn't you miss your brother?"
Matt snorted. "I don't even like him." Rob gave him an 'I know better' look and Matt just smiled. "I guess he's alright."
Rob chuckled as he dismounted the stallion. With a cheesy grin, he took the reins and started leading the stallion down the beach.
Matt scooted up into the saddle. "What are you doing?"
"Just thought I'd do that corny 'leading you down the beach on horseback' thing."
Matt burst out laughing, amazed at how good it felt to do so. "That really is corny."
Rob laughed with him and was about to reply, when a gust of wind took the ball cap off this head. "Ah Man." He watched, disappointed as his cap flew down the beach. "I really liked that cap."
Matt yanked the reins out of Rob's hand. "I'll get it." Lifting off the saddle, he rest his fists against the stallion's neck and gave it a light kick.
"MATT WAIT!" Rob cried out fearfully as the stallion took off. He started chasing after Matt then stopped. Instead of being thrown, Matt was galloping ahead like a seasoned pro. He watched, stunned, as Matt jumped off the stallion, retrieved the cap and placed it on his head. Matt then grabbed the stallion's mane, sprang himself back onto the saddle and gracefully cantered back over.
Rob was dumbfounded when Matt returned, handing him the cap. "I thought you said you couldn't ride?"
"I said I didn't ride." Matt tossed his head proudly. "But I'm pretty fucking good if I have to."
Rob gave him a sideways smile. "Who's arrogant?"
Matt just held out the reins. "Care to lead?"
Rob started to take the reins, but changed his mind. "You can lead." He pushed Matt's foot out of the stirrup and climbed up behind him. "It's my turn to act all helpless and pretend I can't mount a horse."
Matt just smiled and signaled the stallion to continue walking. "I promise it wasn't an act. I've never rode double."
"So I take it you have horses?" Rob asked.
"No, but my dad has a friend who does." Matt explained. "When Jeff and I were younger, he taught us how to ride. It was cool to learn and all, but not something we really got into. Jeff was more into riding his motorcycle and competing in motorcross races, and I was more into learning how to wrestle. This is actually the first time I've been on a horse in years. Guess it's like riding a bike."
"Hmm, something else I never knew. I wonder what other secret talents you've got."
"Stick around and you might find out." Matt simply replied.
They continued down the beach and after a moment Matt smiled to himself, feeling Rob's hands firmly hold his waist, as though Rob was helping him stay steady. He didn't bother telling Rob it wasn't necessary. He liked the thought of Rob holding him steady.
"Lets go over there." Rob pointed to a large bolder.
Matt led the stallion to the boulder and saw a blanket spread out on the sand, rocks holding down each corner. There was also a cooler. Matt stopped the stallion and shook his head. "How long have you been planning this?"
"Since this morning." Rob slid off the stallion, took the reins from Matt and tied them to a post that conveniently happen to be there. "It pays to have a ridiculously rich Uncle with lots of servants."
"I'll take your word for it." Matt dismounted and walked over to the blanket.
Rob kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He sat on the blanket and opened up the cooler. Inside was a bottle of wine, glasses, and platter with an assortment of cheeses and fruits. "Care to join me?"
Discarding his own shoes and socks, Matt sat on the blanket, picked up the bottle and examined it. "Not to sound uncivilized, but I don't even know what this says."
"Neither do I." Rob admitted. "I just asked them to pick a good bottle from my Uncle's collection. Can you uncork that?"
Matt unwrapped the gold foil from the bottle and started to twist off the cork.
"Hold on, there's a secret to that." Rob traded Matt the glasses for the bottle. He held the bottle away and pointed it towards the sky. Without any twisting, Rob gave the cork a few careful nudges with his thumb and it popped off, flying into the air.
Matt held out the glasses for Rob to fill. "Now I know your talent."
"Trust me, I've got more than that."
"Like what?"
"You'll find out eventually." Rob gave Matt a wink as he poured the wine.
Matt just smiled, without questioning further. He took a drink of his wine and raised his eyebrows. "Wow, this is really good."
"I'll say." Rob said after taking his drink. "Wish I knew what it was."
Matt laughed and took another drink. He had a feeling the bottle wasn't going to last long. Sitting against the bolder he gazed out over the ocean. For the moment, everything was perfect.
"I hope this isn't getting too sappy for you." Rob sat against bolder as well, his shoulder against Matt's. "I tried to keep the sap to a minimum."
Matt looked at Rob and smiled. "No, this is the coolest thing I've ever done. Thank you."
"It's nothing."
Rob looked down and Matt could see him flush with pleasure. It was so attractive. All the trouble Rob must have gone through… and Rob did it all for him. Downing the rest of his wine, Matt sat the glass aside rose to his knees and straddled Rob's legs. Taking Rob's head in his hands, he kissed him, feeling like a dope fiend on the ultimate high. Rob was his heroine and there was no denying his growing addiction. He was completely falling for this man.
Rob dropped his glass and wrapped his arms around Matt. Matt's kiss was slow and sensual, yet another one of his secret talents. Matt opened up for him, allowing Rob to explore the inner depths of his warm mouth. Matt pulled Rob's shirt out of his jeans and they broke apart long enough for Matt to pull it off over Rob's head then came back together. Rob felt his blood stir at the feel of Matt's hands touching his bare skin for the first time. He pulled up Matt's shirt, wanting to touch him as well, then suddenly realized what he was doing…
"Wait." Rob quickly broke the kiss again. He'd wanted Matt for so long, if only Matt knew how difficult it was to stop, once they got started. "This isn't a good idea—"
Matt placed a finger over Rob's lips. "I know what you're going to say… and you're right. Having sex, this kind of sex, does make me a little nervous. And I do want to wait, but…" Matt pulled off his shirt, "but that doesn't mean there isn't other stuff we can do."
Rob hesitated. Matt was so undeniably beautiful with his light flush. His eyes seemed to darken more as he licked his full lips, glossy from the wetness of their kiss. Rob could feel his resolve weakening. "Midnight—"
"Come on, Rob," Matt pressed his chest to Rob's and whispered into Rob's ear, "we're all alone. When are we going to have this moment again."
Rob closed his eyes, letting out a low breath as Matt began to suck on his lobe. Matt's bare chest was smooth and warm against his own, his skin so soft. Rob's body filled with a sweet ache of desire that was almost too much to bare, and the next thing he knew, he had Matt down on the blanket. He kissed Matt hard, crushing their mouths together, knowing he'd forever crave his taste. The knowledge that Matt had never kissed any man but him gave him a feeling of possessiveness. Matt had completely possessed his soul.
Rob pulled the band from Matt's hair and pulled his head back, clamping onto his neck. Matt's mind lost all conscious thought as Rob licked, bit, and sucked his skin. Rob's experienced hands, explored and caressed his body, igniting nerves that had been dormant for too long. Rob opened his jeans and slid a hand inside, touching him in a way a man had never touched him before. He didn't want Rob to ever stop, and bit his lip painfully, trying to hold back his desperate moan.
Seeing Matt wince, Rob took Matt's lip in-between his, sucking it soothingly while rhythmically stroking Matt's cock. He kissed his way down Matt's collarbone to his chest and over a nipple. He closed his mouth around the bud, tantalizing it with his teeth. His sudden hard suction caused Matt to arch up and Rob calmed him back down with gentlest of tongue swirls.
The taste of Matt's glistening skin was made even more delicious from his heightened passion. The sounds Matt could make when getting off were so hot and erotic that it was all Rob could do not to stroke himself off.
Matt clutched Rob's hair when he began teasing his other nipple. It had been so long since he'd last done anything, he knew he couldn't take much more, and bucked against Rob before he could stop himself.
Rob brushed his lips over Matt's. "Say my name, just once."
Matt finally let go of his moan, unable to take anymore. "Rob…"
Rob smiled, loving the breathless sound of his name. He began working Matt's cock mercilessly and covered his mouth over Matt's, swallowing more of Matt's moans as Matt's orgasm took over. He lay across Matt's body, feeling every tremor and wave pass through him. He milked Matt for all his worth and when Matt finally settled, he released his mouth, giving Matt freedom to breathe.
Matt drew in a deep breath, feeling as though he were smothered, but in the best kind of way.
Rob smoothed back Matt's hair. "Are you okay?"
Matt nodded, almost feeling too tipsy to speak. He pulled Rob's head down, giving him a long kiss and rolling them over so he was now on top. He sat up, straddled Rob's thighs and began unfastening Rob's jeans.
Rob quickly grabbed Matt's wrists, stopped him. Getting Matt off was one thing, but for Matt to feel comfortable enough to do it to him was another. "You don't have to, I'm fine."
Matt looked down and raised an eyebrow. The huge bulge in Rob's jeans clearly said otherwise. He ran his hand over it, slowly massaging Rob. "But what if I want to? Would you be so selfish as to deny me that pleasure?"
Rob raised his own eyebrows. For Matt to act so wanton and speak words so laced with seduction was like a naughty fantasy come to life. And it was all Rob needed to give in. "Well, I don't want to be selfish…"
Matt lightly laughed and moved Rob's arms above his head. "Then I'd better warn you, Robert, this ride is far from over."
~*~
Jeff hung up his cell phone, frustrated and worried. For the past two hours he'd been trying to call Matt and each time his call went straight to voicemail. He couldn't even reach Rob. He had no idea where either of them could be. They had to check out of the motel and move into a new one. When him and Chris returned to the motel, they found a note from Rob, asking them to move his and Matt's luggage. They'd catch up later. That was hours ago! Long enough for Jeff's wild imagination to conjure up visions of his brother lying in a ditch somewhere.
Jeff walked down the corridor of the arena, wondering what to do. None of the other wrestlers had seen them and Rob was supposed to be working tonight. He turned around a corner, hitting redial one last time, then stopped. Matt and Rob were walking his way. "Thank God!" Jeff ran over, throwing his arms around his brother.
Matt nearly stumbled. "What's up with you?"
"What's up with me?" Jeff released him. "Where the fuck have you guys been? I was worried out of my fucking mind."
"Around." Matt simply answered. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"What do you think? Chris and I came here looking for you guys, you wouldn't answer your phones, I was about to call the police!"
"Oh, sorry. I turned my phone off."
Jeff studied his brother. "Have you been drinking?"
"Just wine. I don't know what it was so it don't count."
Jeff regarded Matt incredibly. After all the times Matt preached to him about being irresponsible…
Matt just smiled. "Calm down, little bro. Rob and I went for a ride that's all."
"I'll say," Rob chuckled. "You know, it's amazing the things you learn about a person while… watching them ride."
"A horse." Matt said quickly. "We went horseback riding."
Jeff looked at them both. "You've both have obviously been drinking, how'd you get back?"
"My uncle's servants." Rob said. "We'll tell you about it later. Just be happy your brother likes you. Otherwise, we'd be living in a shack."
"What?"
Matt laughed. "Nothing."
Jeff started to comment then stopped himself when he finally realized Matt was actually laughing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his brother smile, let alone laugh. He glanced over at Rob. Considering his brother didn't even like horseback riding, Rob had obviously done something right. "Next time could you at least let me know how long your going to be gone? I really was worried."
"I will." Matt promised.
"Hey..." Chris came jogging over. "You guys had us worried to death."
Jeff held up a hand. "Already covered it."
"Well, anyway, you got here just in time," Chris looked at Rob. "Vince has been looking for you."
"Did he say what he wanted?" Rob asked.
"Something about doing another promo tonight," Chris hesitated, glancing at Matt, " with Austin."
Rob looked at Matt. He still hadn't mentioned the match yet. And he didn't want to spring it on him like this.
Matt instantly lost his smile. Until now, he'd actually forgotten about the match. More importantly, he'd forgotten about the fate that awaited him. "I know about the match. You requested it didn't you? That's what you wanted to talk to Vince about the other day."
"Yeah I did." Rob admitted.
Matt shook his head, un-fucking believable. "Why? Why would you do something like this and not tell me?"
"Because I knew you'd be against it."
"Of course, I'm against it!" Matt said, his voice raising. "Do you have any idea what this means?"
"Midnight, can we please talk about this tonight?"
Matt crossed his arms and lowered his eyes. He knew now wasn't the time or place.
Rob sighed. "Just wait for me at the hotel, okay? I'd better go find Vince." He left down the corridor.
Matt didn't watch him go. Everything had been so perfect and in a split-second it was all gone. The dark cloud of despair returned.
Jeff nudged Chris. "Why don't you hang out with Rob tonight."
Chris nodded, understanding. "Sure, I'll see you guys later." He left after Rob.
"So, you want to check out the hotel?" Jeff asked his brother. "It's five-star and really cool." For the last few nights in California, Vince had put the entire roster in suites at the downtown Plaza. His way of showing appreciation to his wrestlers, every now and then.
"Fine." Matt answered dully. "Lets get the hell out of here."
~*~
Rob did his second promo with Austin, via satellite again. Matt knew the Rattlesnake was in town so wondered what the point in the satellite was. The story-line wouldn't have been anymore dramatic had Austin been at the show. Matt sat on the bed in his hotel room, watching Amy's match with the newcomer; it was a special Tuesday night live edition of Smackdown.
Jeff lay on his stomach with his head propped up, watching from the foot of the bed. "This Jazz chick is really good. She's giving Amy a run for her money."
"She is impressive," Matt agreed, this being the first time they'd seen her wrestle. "I'd like to see how she'd hold up against Jacquelyn, though."
Jeff chuckled. "Man, Jackie would kick her ass and make her say thank you for it."
Matt reached over to the nightstand to put his cigarette out, but accidentally knocked the ashtray to the floor. "Shit." Swinging his legs over the side, he stomped out the still lit cigarette.
"What the hell!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Calm down. It's out."
"No, Look!" Sitting up on his knees, Jeff pointed to the TV.
Matt looked up to see Amy lying in the ring. She appeared to be out cold. "What happened?"
"Jazz pile-drived her."
"What?" Matt frowned. The pile-driver was a dangerous enough maneuver that the men hardly used it. He watched as the medic's ran to the ring with a stretcher. "Maybe it's part of the match. You know how good she sells an injury."
"No, Jim gave the signal." Jeff showed Matt the gesture the referee's used for real emergencies. Another minute passed, before the show went to commercial.
"Why the hell did they put her in a match with a damn amateur?" Matt said, worried. Unfortunately with him and Jeff gone, Amy was having to do the 'Team Extreme' thing on her own and wrestle solo.
Jeff got up, went into the livingroom and sat at a desk with his notebook. "From what I've heard, she's supposed to be very experienced. And that's with wrestling guys too." Jeff typed in the WWF web-site and began searching for her bio.
The show came back on, but only showed a recap of the pile-driver then moved to the next match. Matt flipped off the TV and went to join his brother. "What are you doing?"
"Reading Jazz's bio."
"What does it say?"
"So far, not much." Jeff answered. "She doesn't have a superstar bio yet. There's only a short interview. She used to play basketball, but got injured..." He trailed off, reading more. "She started training for wrestling and later worked in a lot of independent promotions, until she got a contract with ECW—I wonder if Rob knows her. Anyway, a wrestler from the WWF started following her matches and was so impressed by her, he got her an interview with Vince and JR. As soon as her contract was up with ECW, she got a contract here."
"Who was the wrestler?"
Jeff read for a few seconds, then he mouth dropped a little. "It was Austin."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No. She says she would have never gotten this opportunity if it weren't for Stone Cold, and she'll always be indebted to him." He grimly looked at Matt. "If Austin's responsible for her then she's not just the newest addition to the WWF, she could also be the newest addition to his clique! What if this accident with Amy wasn't an accident?"
Matt was quiet for a moment, the same thoughts passing through his mind. He shook his head. "You're reading too much into this. Jazz is new, it really could have been an accident."
Jeff didn't say anything, but didn't look convinced. Matt didn't even sound convincing to himself. Jazz may have been new to the WWF, but she was obviously experienced in the ring. It never occurred to him that Amy would be a target, for it never occurred to him that Austin would find a new weapon in Jazz.
Just then the hotel phone rang, startling them both. Jeff stood. "Don't answer it. If it were Chris or Rob or anybody, they'd call our cells."
"It might be the lobby." Matt went to the phone.
"But what if it's him?" Jeff said. "He's not at the show, we don't know where he is. For all we know, he could be staying at this hotel."
Matt hesitated with his hand on the receiver. It wouldn't be difficult for Austin to find out what room they were in, especially since he knew Austin was staying at this hotel. He glanced at Jeff, who unconsciously held his cast. Jeff's worry was evident and more than justified. Matt hated Austin for putting his brother into that fame of mind and finally picked up the phone. Whoever it was hung up, just as he did.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know." Matt slammed the phone back on the base and sank onto the couch, suddenly feeling ill. Too much was happening too fast.
Jeff started when his cell phone began to ring, and he pulled it out of his pocket, checking the caller ID. "It's Chris." He answered the phone, listened for a few seconds and sighed in relief. "That was Rob calling the room. He couldn't get you on your cell phone. Fucking turn it back on!"
"Shit, I forgot." Matt went to his room and found his cell. Sure enough, when he turned it on, there were a couple of missed calls from Rob, Trish, and several from Jeff.
Jeff came into the room. "They took Amy to the hospital. Trish went with her. She'll call later and let us know what's going on."
Matt didn't reply. He knew exactly what was going on. No longer could he convince himself it was all just a coincidence.
~*~
"Midnight, we did a promo last night and tonight. It's in the media and on the internet." Rob tried to explain. "The pay-per-view is this Sunday, there's no getting out of this match."
"Sunday is days away." Matt said. "Anything can happen between now and then. You could pretend to get hurt at tomorrows house show."
"I can't just fake an injury." Rob was amazed Matt would even suggest it. Since returning from the show, him and Matt had done nothing but argue about the match. "The medics would know and report back to Vince. I could be suspended or fired."
Matt crossed his arms, but knew Rob was right. There had to be another way. Trish had called earlier and informed them, Amy had a sprained neck, but would be okay after a few weeks in a neck brace. She was lucky; Austin had intended something much worse. Rob wouldn't be so lucky, and all attempts to get through to him had failed.
"Uh, guys..." Chris stepped out of a bedroom, followed by Jeff. "Don't mean to interrupt. We're going downstairs to get a drink."
"Maybe you guys can join us when you're done, um, talking." Jeff added. The walls were thin and they could hear every word of Matt and Rob's argument.
"No." Matt turned to them. "You're not going anywhere. We've got to figure out how we're going to get Rob out of this." He pointed to the sofa. "Sit!"
Jeff and Chris exchanged looks, but did as told.
"Midnight, I'm not trying to get out of this match." Rob said. "I had to jump through a lot of hoops to make it happen."
"For what?" Matt angrily turned back on him. "Why would you even consider it without speaking to me first?"
"No offence, but I didn't know I needed your permission to do anything."
"This isn't just anything, Rob. This has to do with me. You think I'm so stupid that I don't realize that? You didn't jump through all those hoops for the sheer hell of it. What exactly are you trying to accomplish? Do you think you're going to teach Austin a lesson? Or is this your way of defending my honor?" Matt ended sarcastically.
Rob opened his arms and let them fall back to his sides. "What if I am trying to defend you? What is so wrong with that? What is so wrong with me wanting to protect you."
"I don't need you to defend me." Matt practically yelled. "I'm not some fucking child who isn't capable of protecting himself."
"That's not what I'm implying." Rob raised his own voice, exasperated. "This whole fucking situation has gotten so out of hand, it's dangerous! You can't take this on by yourself. I can tell it's taking a toll on you, you've started smoking—"
"A few fucking cigarettes!" Matt snapped. "Hell, to hear you and Jeff talk, I'll probably start shooting up next week!"
Rob just sighed; Matt was so unbelievably stubborn and hotheaded, it was almost impossible to reason with him. "Look Midnight, I'm not trying to fight with you. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm not going to apologize for it. I can handle Austin, and after I'm done, he won't be fucking with you or anyone else again."
Matt slowly shook his head, growing weary of the discussion. "I don't know who you think you are, Rob, or what you think you can do that I can't do myself, but your arrogance will be your downfall. You're not doing the match and that's final." He walked past Rob, sat at the desk and opened the notebook.
Rob was taken aback by Matt's haughty, authoritative tone. Matt was obviously accustomed to having people do as he said, but he wasn't one of them. He walked over to Matt and stood next to him. "Hate to inform you, but look it up," He pointed to the computer screen. "The match is set in stone, I'm doing it, and that's final."
Matt stared intensely at the screen, drawing in a deep breath through clenched teeth. He knew he'd lost this battle. Rob wasn't going to back down and it only infuriated him more. "Fine," Matt rose to his feet, standing face to face with Rob. "But for future reference, understand this as I make it perfectly clear; I don't need you or anyone else defending me. I don't need anyone's protection. I am perfectly capable of handling things on my own."
"Yeah, I remember how you handled things the night Austin attacked you." Rob snorted. "You handled your little melt-down real well."
Matt's eyes narrowed dangerously and for a split-second he wanted to hit Rob. He couldn't even speak. His weakness and foolish actions of that night had been nothing short of humiliating, and for Rob to actuallythrow it back in his face…
Jeff cringed. It was the worst possible thing to say and he knew Rob hadn't meant it. Just like he hadn't meant what he'd said to his brother at the café. But once again the damage was done. His brother's livid face darkened.
"Midnight…" Rob sighed, this time remorsefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
Matt took a deep breath, making a visible effort to calm down, but it wasn't working. Not trusting himself to speak, he grabbed his cigarettes off the desk and headed for the door.
"Midnight wait..." Rob grabbed his arm.
Matt jerked his arm away, eyes blazing. "I must have been out of my fucking mind to even think I wanted to get involved with you. I won't make that mistake again." He was satisfied to see Rob flinch. He didn't care if his words hurt. He wanted them to hurt. He turned and walked out the door, slamming it with a force that made the room rattle.
Rob stood, staring at the door. He couldn't believe they came from where they were this afternoon to this. How could this have taken such a horribly wrong turn?
Jeff got off the sofa. "He didn't mean it, Rob, he just needs to cool off."
"Right," Rob sighed. "You heard what he said."
"Yes, but I also know him." Jeff said. "That's not the first door he's slammed and it won't be the last. He can do and say a lot of hurtful things, but believe me, he's only acting out. As twisted as it sounds, it means he cares about you. And he's worried. Otherwise, he wouldn't give a damn about what you do."
Rob just nodded, wishing he could believe Jeff. Somehow, he couldn't see things ever being the same.
~*~
Matt took a deep drag off his cigarette while waiting for the barmaid to bring his next shot. The bar was almost empty which was surprising, considering the entire roster was in the hotel. Then again, everyone was probably downtown, partying. He was glad. He didn't feel like speaking to anyone and hadn't uttered a word, except to order shots.
Time seemed to move slower and slower. This morning he'd woke up, had breakfast, fought with Jeff, fought with Rob, then was whisked away to a secluded paradise—The only part of the day that went by too fast. Then he came back, only to watch Amy become the next victim, and to fight once more with Rob. Only this time it was worse. Now here he was, sitting in a hotel bar, and the day still wasn't over.
The barmaid came over and poured another shot. "Thanks." Matt muttered.
"Don't mention it." She said. "Not that you would, you're not much of a talker are you?"
"I know plenty of people who would beg to differ." Matt quietly replied. He looked up, really noticing her for the first time. "Has anyone ever told you, you look like—"
"Janet Jackson?" She nodded. "I get that a lot. Anyone ever tell you, you look like Matt Hardy?"
Matt raised his eyebrows.
"He's a professional wrestler."
"Oh. Good for him." At least, it used to be.
She regarded him a moment. "Honey, you look a little depressed."
Matt lowered his eyes. The word seemed to take on a whole new meaning now. The future and safety of his friends, his brother, and Rob all hung on the line—pressed on his shoulders. He didn't have the strength to carry it all. "Always a little rain."
She smiled sympathetically. "Let me guess, girl trouble?"
Matt snorted, almost amused. What he wouldn't give for simple girl troubles. Instead he was being pursued by a sick, deranged man and at the same time falling for another. He had gone from despising relationships to trying to start one. From fucking two of the hottest Diva's to messing around with Rob. From loving wrestling to dreading it. How had his life changed so drastically in only a matter of weeks?
"I just wish things were like they used to be." He downed the shot, smashed his cigarette in the ashtray and placed a bill on the bar. "Keep it, thanks." He stood.
"Thanks, honey. Get some rest." She smiled. "It can't rain all the time."
Matt forced a return smile; he used to like that quote, back when he believed it was true. He left the bar, made his way through the quiet, empty lobby and into the empty elevator. At this hour, people with sense would be sleeping. At this hour, his brother could be having another nightmare about Austin.
Matt leaned against the elevator wall, the motion making him unsteady. Or maybe it was all the shots, he wasn't sure. The only thing he was sure of is Jeff had done nothing to deserve all the shit he'd been through. Amy had done nothing to deserve what happened to her tonight. Chris didn't deserve to have his career put in jeopardy. And Rob didn't deserve what was going to inevitably happen to him.
The elevator stopped and Matt stepped off, heading down the hall. His walk became slower and his heart sank with the remorse, he knew he'd eventually feel. Despite what Rob had said, it didn't justify him hurting Rob. It seemed to be a regular thing. He had yet to understand why Rob had always wanted him. After tonight, Rob was no doubt thinking the same thing.
Matt hesitated outside the door. He would apologize and try to make things right, but in the end, if Rob didn't want to continue pursuing this, he wouldn't blame him. It would be to own Rob's benefit, Rob deserved a hell of a lot better.
Mentally gathering his strength, he knocked on the door. I'm strong enough to deal with anything, he reminded himself as the door opened.
The Rattlesnake leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "I was beginning to wonder what was keeping you."
"Had a few drinks."
"Looks like you had more than a few."
"Is that a problem?"
Austin regarded Matt a moment then stepped back to let him enter. Matt forced himself to remain cool. The Rattlesnake thrived on the intimidation of others and he was determined to show none. He walked past Austin and stopped. The Rattlesnake had one of the more luxurious rooms and soft glowing candles were sitting everywhere. What the hell did Austin think this was?
"Please, make yourself comfortable." Austin said, like a gracious host.
Matt looked at the older man, feeling his blood boil. Fun and games; that's all this was for him. Austin's twisted smile didn't even try to hide the fact. "Let's get this over with. And remember what I told you earlier, you're not fucking me, understand?"
Austin chuckled, amused and impressed by the younger man's boldness. "You're in no position to make bargains, Kid. But you're lucky I'm in a generous mood."
Generous? Matt would have laughed if he were anywhere else.
"I'm not gonna fuck ya, Kid." The Rattlesnake snorted, like it wasn't worth his time. "Hell, you don't even have to take your pants off. But you will do everything I say or..." He opened the door and gestured into the hallway. "you can leave and see what happens next."
Even though his tone meant business, Austin still smiled his sick twisted smile and Matt wanted nothing more than to bloodily rip it off his face. He could have never imagined he could feel such bitter hatred for another human being. Then again, Austin wasn't human. He was a disease. A disease that kept spreading and spreading and infecting everyone he cared about. But now was his chance to end it.
Concealing his contempt, Matt walked to the center of the room and slowly peeled off his shirt. He threw it aside and hooked his thumbs in his jeans. "What do you want?" He asked, careful to keep his voice from shaking with anxiety.
Austin closed the door and took a few steps forward. He stopped and took his time, running his eyes shamelessly over Matt's physic.
Matt stood silent with no show of expression. Though deep down, he felt sickened and unsettled by the Rattlesnake's unabashed stare. He had given so much mentally and physically, due to this man, and was about to give more, but he would never give Austin the satisfaction of seeing his humiliation.
Austin moved in front of Matt, his eyes outlining the younger man's full lips, before unconsciously licking his own. Matt finally had to look away and happen to notice a bottle of Jack Daniel's sitting on top of a dresser. Sweet salvation. "Can I have a drink?"
"Sure ya can, kid." The Rattlesnake went over and poured a couple of double shots. The soft glow of the candles made the amber liquid sparkle as it was poured into the beautifully cut crystal glasses. Smiling, Austin picked up a shot glass and gracefully beckoned Matt to join him.
Matt took-in the sight, feeling like he was walking into a dreamy soap opera-like scene, but knowing he was entering into a nightmare. The Rattlesnake's eyes followed his every step with undisguised lust. A look Matt didn't want to remember after this night. Didn't want to remember ever.
Fuck the shot. Matt picked up the bottle instead and took a huge drink. The hot liquor burned his throat, causing him to cough. But he needed the extra strength and forced down an even deeper drink. If he was lucky the whiskey would blend quickly with what he'd drank earlier and he wouldn't remember a thing.
Austin watched, half-surprised and half-amused, before downing his own drink. Seeing Matt had no intention of stopping, he grabbed the bottle out of Matt's hand. "You need to learn to control your drinking, Kid." He slammed the bottle back down on the dresser.
Matt just looked at him. Of all people to give a lecture on drinking, and at a time like this. He snorted at the stupid comment. More than stupid. It was so incredibly fucking ridiculous, he laughed. The situation was hardly a laughing matter, but the whisky was blending in faster then expected. He invited the highness to help keep his calm. In fact, he grabbed the shot that Austin had originally poured for him and downed it for extra security.
Austin snatched the glass out of his hand, clearly displeased. "Ya done yet?"
Matt started to speak, but a sudden head rush made him forget what he was going to say. He took a few seconds, trying to adjust his senses, then noticed Austin had a twin. Blinking until the Rattlesnake turned back into one person, Matt looked around and saw everything was becoming too blurry, and his heart pounded nervously. He'd wanted fast, but not like this. Grimily he began to regret his actions.
Austin quietly observed as Matt stumbled back against the dresser, obviously needing the support. The Rattlesnake's smile was anything but supportive. "Maybe you should get off your feet, Kid."
Matt brought a hand to his spinning head and closed his eyes. "Maybe." For a moment, he forgot who he was talking to. He tried to concentrate and gain back some of his bearings, but before he knew it Austin was there, lifting him up and setting him on the dresser.
Surprised from being so easily caught of guard, Matt realized he was now sitting in front of the Rattlesnake. Austin stepped in between his dangling legs and Matt clutched the edge of the dresser, keeping himself from shrinking away from the repulsive man. He had to do this. He had to put an end to it all.
Austin placed his hands on Matt's knees and slowly moved them up his legs. He squeezed every now and then, watching Matt's reactions. Almost daring him to move.
Matt knew he was being tested and no longer regretted the extra drinks. Somewhere in the back of his mind the loathsome touch made his skin want to craw. The insect-like fingers made him want to jerk away. But thankfully that part of his mind was distant and clouded, so he was able to sit motionlessly and not utter a word while the Rattlesnake slowly groped him.
Austin smiled. "Good boy." He slapped Matt's thigh. "Keep it up and I might give you a little treat."
Matt's face flushed with degradation. "I'm not a fucking dog you son of a bitch." Angrily he pushed the filthy hands away from him. "And you're not giving me anything." Hearing his voice crack, Matt quickly turned his head, furious that he was letting his emotions show.
Austin simply laughed. "On second thought, I think I'd rather shut your smart little mouth up." His expression turned to hunger as he started unbuckling his belt. "And I have just the way to do it."
Fucked up as he was, Matt understood the meaning perfectly clear. He closed his eyes, no longer able to look at the diseased man. No longer able to speak past the tightness in his throat. Despite the buzzing in his head, he could hear the sound of Austin unzipping his jeans and forced himself to remember his objective. Delayed in his reactions, it took Matt a moment to realize the Rattlesnake was touching his hair. His head was pulled back with a motion that made him so dizzy, he had to reach back and steady himself on the dresser.
Matt called up the memory of Rob doing the same and imagined it was him again. Thanks to the alcohol it wasn't hard. Rob's hand tightly clutched his hair then painfully ripped out the rubberband. Matt raised his head, felling disoriented. It hurt. Rob hadn't done anything that hurt. Then again, there were a lot of things they still hadn't done.
"Sorry." The word was quietly spoken against his ear while strong hands steadied him. He liked the thought of Rob holding him steady. Rob had the most incredible hands.
A few seconds later, Rob's lips grazed his ear and down his neck. It felt good, yet at the same time, something felt wrong. Whatever it was, he couldn't remember. He couldn't seem to keep a grasp on any thought. All he wanted was for it all to be taken away. And only he could do that. Wrapping his arms around the wide shoulders, Matt tilted his head back willingly. Rob had the most incredible mouth…