Adam and Randy watched Jeff beat the hell out of the punching bag in the hotel gym. It was after the show now and instead of going back to their room, Jeff had sweet talked the lady up at the front desk into giving them access to the gym even though it was closed. Adam hadn't been a big supporter of this plan; he would much rather have Jeff let his frustrations out in a few rounds of rough angry sex. But Jeff didn't seem to care about what he wanted at the moment and was instead choosing to punch the shit out of an inanimate object.

"Stupid fucking overprotective asshole!" Jeff shouted, punctuating each word with a punch. He was getting so into it that he was even starting to kick at it as well. He's my brother, not my lover or father! Why can't he just let me do what I want?"

"Uh....he stupid?" Adam said.

Randy nodded. "Yeah, Blondie here summed that up nicely."

Adam pouted his lips. "I told you not to call me that. You have to call me Adam, Addy or Sexy Stud Muffin."

Jeff stopped his punching to give Adam an incredulous look. "Sexy Stud Muffin?"

Adam blushed. "Don't judge me! Go back to your punchage! Remember Matt? Stupid Matt? Hit that bag like it was his balls."

Randy groaned. "Did you really need to go there honey? The last thing I wanted to think about tonight was Matt's balls."

Jeff shook his head and sat down on the nearest bench. "My hands are sore now. I think pretending that thing was Matt's face was a bad idea."

"Well I told you to tape your hands up before you started doing that," Adam pointed out. He looked at Jeff's hands, which actually looked like they were pretty bruised up. "I told you that you would hurt yourself but did you listen to me?"

"No because you were nagging like a woman," Jeff replied. He gave Adam an annoyed look. "And you're doing it again so knock it off."

Adam made a high pitched whining noise. "I am not nagging like a woman! I was just saying I told you so!"

"Whatever you say Adamlita."

"Randy! Jeff made up a totally false name to insinuate that I have a vagina!"

Randy rubbed his eyes. "Are you guys really going to do this right now? Is this how unbelievably immature you are?"

"Jeffsaphina!" Adam yelled at Jeff, ignoring Randy's unhelpful words completely.

Jeff snorted. "Oh please Addy. I may be the bottom of this threesome but you are so the woman here."

Adam whined and kicked Jeff on the shin. Jeff let out a yelp of pain and kicked Adam back. Adam screamed in pain and hid behind Randy. "Abuse! Abuse! Jeff is abusing me!"

"You kicked me first Adamlita!" Jeff replied.

Randy held up his hands. "Guys please, I'm tired, I don't want to--"

Adam stuck his tongue out at Jeff and screamed when Jeff lunged at him. He began running for his life, getting halfway to the door before Jeff tackled him. He let out a squeal as they began wrestling all along the floor, bumping into the exercise equipment. Eventually (Adam did not know how this happened for the life of him) Jeff got on top of Adam and got the Rated R Superstar's hands pinned down above his head. "Ha! I win!" Jeff said triumphantly.

"Only because I let you," Adam pouted, even though that hadn't been the case at all. "I wanted to make you feel good about yourself."

Jeff shook his head. "You are such a fucking liar Addy. I've got you at my mercy and you know it."

Randy snorted. "You say that like it's a bad thing," He bent down, wrapped his arms around Jeff and kissed the Enigma's neck. "Personally, I think being at your mercy sounds like a great idea."

Adam felt his cock twitch as Jeff smirked. "Well if we can get back upstairs to our room--" Jeff started to say.

"LET ME GO! NO! WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME! GLENN! GLENN HELP ME!"

"DAMN IT ALL TO HELL CONNOR! LET PHIL GO!"

Jeff's face lit and he jumped up to his feet (much to Adam's disappointment). "Connor's here!" he shouted gleefully. He took off running at full speed, leaving Randy and Adam behind.

Adam pouted. "He loves Connor more than us," he said unhappily.

"Oh no he doesn't," Randy said, helping Adam up to his feet. "He still loves us more. He just needed to temporarily abandon us to go watch Connor torment Phil before Glenn chokeslams him."

Adam shook his head as he and Randy went the direction that Jeff had took off in. "That was mean though. Leaving me all high and dry like that. I think we should give him a spanking for it."

Randy grinned. "I'm down with that. But I think I might have to spank you too while I'm at it."

"Me? Why me?"

"Well I need to be an equal oppertunity spanker. It's discrimination if I spank one of you and not the other."

Adam pouted and shook his head. "Fine. But then you get a spanking too."

Randy smirked. "That's only fair."

So it was agreed: everyone was getting a spanking. It was nice when they could agree like that. It made life that so much easier.

Soon Randy and Adam found Jeff watching Connor hold Phil hostage with a knife. Glenn looked ready to absolutely throttle Phil, but hadn't gone through with it yet because of the knife. "Connor, are you supposed to be using that against Phil?" Randy asked.

Connor rolled his eyes. "I'm not using it against Phil. I'm threatening to use it against him. It's a whole different vibe." He kissed Phil on the cheek. "So how's my favorite uncle doing? Do you still scream like a little bitch when Glenn fucks the shit out of you?"

"That's none of your business!" Phil said, turning a deep shade of red.

Jeff giggled. "Uh Philly, he's the one holding the knife. I think that everything is his business at the moment."

Adam saw the way Glenn was about to snap, crackle and pop and he honestly did not understand how Connor could not be running for his life right now. He felt like running the fuck away and Glenn wasn't even looking at him! "So Cooper's here too then?" he asked. Wherever Connor was, ninety nine point nine percent of the time, Cooper was somewhere nearby.

"Uh huh," Connor said, petting Phil's hair like he was a dog. "He's with Daddy. Daddy said I could play with Phil--"

"But I never said you could!" Glenn snapped. "And seeing how he's my boyfriend--"

"Oh shut up you Big Red Retard," Connor said, getting a look in his eye like he was about to stop pointing the knife at Phil and start attacking Glenn with it. "Nobody fucking cares what you have to say."

"You're gonna start caring when I pound your fucking little face in, you fucking brat."

"Daddy will kill you if you do that."

"Let him try, you fucking little--"

"That's it! Enough! Connor, let Phil go and Glenn, stop threatening Connor! I'm trying to get some fucking sleep and I can't do that when you people are pulling this shit!"

Adam winced as one very tired and cranky Mark came storming over to them. He wasn't going to lie: Mark did scare him sometimes. And this was definitely one of those times. The Deadman looked ready to throttle not only Glenn and Connor, but any poor bastard that happened to get in the way. "I think running away would be a smart idea right about now," he whispered to Randy.

Randy shook his head. "Oh come on Adam. This is just getting good."

Adam rolled his eyes. He should have known Randy would say that. Randy always chose to be nosy at the worst possible times.

Connor pouted his lips and pushed Phil away (Punk immediately went into the safety of Glenn's arms). "You are so mean Marky," the youngest Lawson complained. "I wasn't gonna hurt him. Uncle Philly and I were just playing."

"No, YOU were playing," Phil said, hiding behind Glenn. "I was trying to get away."

Jeff shook his head. "You know Phil, if you didn't scream like a little bitch all the time, they would probably leave you alone."

"No we wouldn't," Connor denied. "We would just bug him more until he started screaming again." The little pychotic freak bounced over to Jeff and gave him a hug. "Daddy told me about the sex with Randy and Adam. I think that's hot." But then he frowned and pointed to Randy and Adam. "But if you hurt him, I'll gut you like a catfish." He suddenly began to giggle madly. "Adam and Randy fishies! They're fishies!"

Adam really didn't even really know how to respond to that, so he didn't say anything. Sometimes that really was for the best. If the wrong kind of response was given, there was no telling what Connor would do or say next.

Randy decided to change the subject. "So where are James and Cooper?" he asked Connor. "They usually don't let you run rampant like this."

Connor began bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "Run run red rabbit. Run run red rabbit. Run run--"

"Connor?" Jeff said slowly. "Can you please just answer the question?"

"Run red rabbit. Down the bunny hole, set Glenn on fire again and steal Phil and throw him out a window--"

The others all just looked at each other before shaking their heads. They weren't going to find out anything from Connor. The kid had more screws loose than usual tonight. Adam sighed and rested his head on Randy's shoulder. As much as he just wanted to go back into his room and have some fun with Randy and Jeff, he was kind of worried about where James and Cooper were. The last time those two took off on their own, there was a fire and the entire hotel almost burned to the ground. Nobody could prove it was them, but he really didn't want them to do that again. It would just cut into his sex life, and that wasn't something he wanted at all.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Are you still mad about the fight I had with Jeff?" Matt asked Evan. The two of them had been swimming in the hotel pool until it closed, but Evan hadn't really said anything to Matt all day and night. He stuck to mostly nodding, shaking his head and shrugging. It was driving Matt absolutely insane.

Evan shrugged. "What's the point in being mad about it? That's not going to make you act lilke less of a jackass about it."

Matt groaned. That was a yes. Damn it all to hell... "Look, I know I overreacted, okay? It's instinct though! I couldn't help myself!"

Evan gave Matt an annoyed look. "That's because you didn't try to. You just remembered what James told you and without even stopping to think about Jeff's feelings, went off the fucking deep end. Now you're going to be lucky if Jeff even starts speaking to you again any time soon."

Matt bit his lip as he and Evan approached their room. He had his key card in his hand, ready to use it when they got to the door. "He can't ignore me forever."

Evan snorted. "Oh yeah? What about that one time you--"

The door to their room opened before Evan could finish and suddenly Matt and Evan were dragged into the room. Before Matt could even try to attack whoever grabbed them, he was shoved down on to the bed.

"Oh Matty," James said with a sigh. "We really, really need to talk."

Matt looked to the door and saw that Cooper was blocking it. Crap, I'm not getting out of this....well fuck, this is going to be interesting.