Ten Little Indians

"Adam, that was the most incredible sex I ever had." Jay basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. While Adam's member was not nearly as big as Matt's, he more than made up for it with his staying power as well as his ability to make Jay feel good at the same time. "I wish we'd done this a long time ago."

"Me too." Adam was still catching his breath. Thanks to the cock ring, Adam had three orgasms before finally shooting a huge wad into his partner. "I hope I more than made up for it."

"That was a lot more intense than any time I'd been with Matt." Jay replied

Adam's smile darkened. "Now why would you ruin the mood by mentioning him?" He asked

"Sorry." Jay's face clouded "He's with Randy now... why would I want him back?" Locker-room gossip worked fast.

"There you go, talking about the past again. If you're just using me as sloppy seconds since you can't have Matt, then maybe we should forget about trying to have a relationship." Adam suddenly became a little distant.

"Adam, I..." Jay was at a loss for words.

"Don't you have a flight to catch?" Adam asked

"Yeah, but I can take a later one."

"You should go. You know how Tom is about his guys showin' up on time." The cold Adam was back.

"Fine." Jay replied, gathering his clothes from the floor and slowly getting dressed, hoping that Adam would change his mind. "Addy, I'm sorry. I'll never mention him again if that's what you want."

"I'm a competitor, Jay, you know that. But there's no way I'm competing with Matt for you. If you want to try to get him back, then fine. But don't expect me to go along with you." Adam rolled over.

"Adam, I love you." Jay stammered. How could something so right have gone so wrong so fast? He ran out of the house and just made it to the car before the tears started.

That is why, instead of "How was your night?", Tom was greeted by "Jay's in your office and he looks like shit."

Tom rolled his eyes. He had a good idea of what was up already. So much for his theory that the same-sex couples in the company had a lot less drama in their lives.

"Okay, Jay, you wanna tell me what you and Addy fought about this time?"

Jay really did look like shit. Red-eyed, whether from lack of sleep of crying it was hard to tell, hair a scarecrow, and he needed a shower.

"All I said was that his loving was more intense than Matt's, and he accused me of using him to get Matt back." Jay sighed

Tom frowned. Leave it to Adam to do something like that.

"Do you want me to talk to him... try to straighten this out?"

"Would you? He doesn't seem to wanna talk to me." Jay sniffled loudly. Tom passed him a box of tissues.

"You got a title defense against Kozlov tonight." Tom replied "I can't have you going out there looking like this. What's his number?"

"Here."

"Leave it to me. Grab a shower or something... you stink." Tom waved Jay from the room. "And if this works, I want ten percent."

"How about I let you watch me jerk off?" Jay offered

"How about you shower and let me take care of this for you?"

Jay left, closing the door behind him. Tom took several deep breaths. He did not want to go into this angry because the last thing he needed was to screw this up beyond repair, and have Jay then decide to try to reconcile with Matt. Things were finally going Matt's way.

"Hi... Judy? Yeah, it's Tom Hardy calling... your son wouldn't be around by any chance would he?" Tom drummed his fingers on his desk while he waited.

"Hey, Tommy, what's goin' on in?" Adam finally picked up the end.

"I could ask you the same question." Tom replied "My champion's in bad shape."

"Oh." Adam replied "How'd you find out?"

"Dude, I run this brand. Zack Ryder can't fart in Sheboygan and I won't know within an hour." Tom responded "Jay's a real mess. What the hell happened? He said something about you got a little defensive when Matt was mentioned."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Not really. Matt and Randy are quite happy together. You don't have anything to worry about." Tom tapped his pen against his forehead. So far, so good.

"I don't?" Adam demanded "He's already gone and told everyone about us."

"He has?" Tom thought aloud.

"Well, if you know..."

"Now you're jumping to conclusions, Edge. Jay came to me because he trusts me. Plus, I've been there. A lotta guys haven't." Tom responded "I'm not butting in, but when someone's personal life could possibly have an effect on his in-ring performance, then I have to do something."

"Like what?" Adam demanded

"Like tell you that Jay loves you and no one else. If you can't see that, then maybe history is doomed to repeat itself again. I am giving him the next few days off. I want you to talk to him. An apology might be a good idea." Tom suggested "And if you're a good boy, I might be able to make it worth your while."

"How?"

"Would you like to spend more time with Jay... maybe see where this thing can go?" Tom asked "I've heard you'd asked for a trade."

"Vince won't pull me off RAW." Adam replied "He told me so."

"You keep your end of the bargain and I'll do everything I can." Tom promised "Call Jay in ten minutes and I expect to have a happy champion before he goes out there tonight."

"Tom? You're on in five minutes." Heyman knocked on his door.

"I gott split, Adam. Just work this out please. You want this relationship to work as much as I do and I promise you I will do everything I can to help you out."

"You're right Tom... thank-you."

Fighting back nerves, Tom walked to the gorilla position.

"Hello... what do you want Adam?" Apparently, ten minutes passes a lot faster when you're sitting on your couch than in the real world.

Wishing he could be a fly on the wall for that conversation, Tom hurried to the gorilla position and waited. Tonight was the final episode of the "Abraham Washington Show".

"Welcome to the Abraham Washington Show... my guest this week says he has an important announcement... he is our General Manager, Tom Hardy!"

Not only did he have an 'important announcement', but Tom was also debuting his new entrance theme. It wasn't exactly a new tune, but it was the first time he'd used it. It was called "Go Insane" and it fit the craziness that was Tom's life.

"Well, Mistah Hardy, how are things in the GM's office?" Pleasantries aside, Abraham got down to business.

"Things are good, Mister Washington." Tom answered

"How's your husband... I mean your brother doin'?"

"Jeff's fine."

"Isn't it weird being married to your bro?" Abraham asked "I mean, that makes Matt your bro and your bro-in-law..."

"What's your point?" Tom demanded

"Nothing. I'm just playin' witcha. Anyway, you've made a lot of changes in ECW since you took over. What do you think has been your best decision so far? Other than telling Dreamer to stop going to the all-night buffets?"

Tom smirked. Boy was Abe gonna be in for a shock.

"And it looks like you could probably lay off the fifth course as well." Washington erupted into laughter.

"Watch it Brillo-head." Tom had not come out here to trade insults, but if Abe wanted to provoke him, he was more than willing to trade barbs with him.

"Why you have to hate like that? I was just jokin'."

"I have made very few bad decisions since I took over. One of them, I intend to fix tonight. I have the ratings for the past four weeks of ECW by quarter-hour and I studied them very closely. Y'know, to see if I could figure out how to improve the show."

"So you got my suggestion about Christian having the perfect face for radio?"

"Yeah... it was quite useful. There was no toilet paper in my bathroom." Tom mock-guffawed, slapping his thighs. "I must remember that one. But seriously... one thing stands out in my research. At first I thought it was coincidence, but then I watched the shows segment by segment and I realized that every time you come on the air, we lose between ten and twenty percent of our audience."

"Hey, I can explain that. I'm just getting into the rhythm of this hostin' thing." Abraham tugged at his tie nervously.

"Yeah, Arsenio Hall you ain't." Tom answered "I'm hoping you have other talents, because the Abraham Washington show is officially cancelled. Guys, get this crap outta my ring."

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Washington shouted while production rew removed his set.

"Go change. I may still have a use for ya." Tom replied

"Huh?"

"Tonight, you're making your debut. It will be against... Ezekiel Jackson!"

Washington fumed. "You're kidding'."

"No, I'm not... as my song says, 'there are two kinds of people in this world... winners and losers'. I'm a winner, so you know what that makes you."

To cheers, Tom exited the ring. Washington stood there in shock. He was still standing there when Tom reached the entrance.

"Damn, if you're just gonna stand there, I'll start the match right now." Tom said

If Washington looked pale before, then he turned green when Jackson's music began.

"I hope that gets some ratings." Tom walked backstage.

"Great job." Dreamer stopped him in the hall. "It's about time someone shut his ass up."

"If there's anything left after Zeke's finished, you can have him next week." Tom laughed

"Cool." Dreamer returned to his pre-match stretches. Nothing big for him tonight. Just a squash match against a jobber.

"Have fun." Tom cast a quick peek at a monitor. Washington was getting thrown around like a rag doll. With a small chuckle, Tom went into his office, where to his surprise Christian was waiting. He looked, sounded, and most of all smelled better.

"How'd it go?"

The fact that Christian replied with a hug explained it.

"I don't know what you did, but it worked. Adam apologized. He never says he's sorry for anything." Christian babbled "I owe you big time."

"Just making sure my champion is in top form." Tom replied "Now I expect a good show."

"Yes sir... uhm, about what I said earlier..." Jay blushed

"You mean letting me watch you pleasure yourself? I won't hold you to it." Tom answered "But I do need a favor?"

"You name it."

"Can you start the Peep Show up again? At least it got ratings." Tom asked

"No problem, dude."

Tom smiled.. at least something was working out, even though he had a motive for this. After the hours he'd put in getting Matt and Randy together, he did not want Matt bailing if he knew that Jay was available again. One reason... Jay fucks on his first date, second date, any date. He did get around to watching the Christian-Kozlov main event and Jay definitely looked a lot happier than he did earlier in the evening.

"Heyman!" Tom ran to the door, pulling it open.

Paul looked over, a little shocked, with a what did I do now expression?

"Yeah, boss?" He stuck his skullet-wearing head through the door.

"What's the story on the unifieds?" he asked

"Y2J and and show vs. Cryme Time at the PPV, but 'til then it's just a lot of jawing." Paul answered

"Perfect. I got an idea. One of my guys has been sitting on the shelf for a bit and I need to get some of the rust off him." Tom answered

"What can I do?"

"Until I clear this with production, nothing. But you know me, I got an ace up my sleeve."

Monday Night Raw...

"We are gonna go through Cryme Time like nothing." Chris Jericho was in the middle of yes another bit of self-promotion, Big Show beside him looking like a constipated penguin in his three piece suit. "Because we are the very best. There isn't a tag-team that can touch us."

"We are the biggest, we are the baddest, and we are the best thing to happen to the tag-team division ever. Nobody can stop us..."

The opening strains of "Go Insane" interrupted Show. The crowd, at least those who watched ECW, cheered when Tom appeared at the top of the set. He looked officious, incredulous, and confused. He waited for his theme to die down before he spoke.

"Forgive me for breaking up this little love-in, but I was in the back having a cup of coffee when I couldn't help hearing you. At first I thought I must be going senile 'coz I coulda sworn you just said that nobody could stop you. I seem to recall getting those belts from ya once before Jericho..."

"Listen up, Junior. Everyone here knows that you stole these titles the first time and I guarantee that it will never happen again!" Chris pounded the belts for emphasis.

"Wanna put your money where your ego is, jackass?" Tom asked

"This time I'm ready for you. We're not defending our titles here." Chris answered

"I didn't expect you to. " Tom shrugged "But the challenge has been made and accepted by the championship committee."

Jericho kicked the ropes. "This is unfair!" He shouted. Big Show grimaced, flexing his gigantic hands.

"Chris, you don't play poker, do you?" Tom asked

"What's that got to do with anything, assclown?"

"If you had been smart, you would've called my bluff. One-half of my team isn't here tonight, so all you had to is accept for tonight and you would've had no problems. But, I guess I'll see you at Smackdown!"

"Smackdown! Wait a minute! You have no authority!" Chris spat

"My thinking is this. Since those belts are held by a member of the Raw and Smackdown brands, why can't I put together a Smackdown-ECW team? I'll see you Friday."

Tom's theme started up again and he walked backstage, leaving the tag champs to stew.

Backstage, he was met by Jeff, the ECW half of the team.

"Tommy, you did it!" Jeff hugged him.

"Only problem is I haven't asked him yet." Tom smiled

"Who?"

"Your tag team partner. No offense Jeff, but this guy has a history with you and I'm not sure that he'll be willing to put everything aside for this." Tom answered

"Who is it?" Jeff asked

"Let me ask him first." Tom put his arm across Jeff's shoulders.

"What if he says no?"

"Jeff, I always have a backup plan." Tom stated

Thursday night...

At promptly seven p.m., Randy pulled up to Matt's North Carolina house. Their first triple date had gone so well, that Matt quickly agreed to go out with him again, but just the two of them this time.

"Evening Matt." As he had the previous time, Randy brought a red rose for his date.

"Hi, Randy."

They kissed briefly at the door. Randy was always the gentlemen, holding the car door for Matt. No limo this time, though.

"Where are we goin'?" Matt asked

"It's a surprise." Randy replied

"With you, it always is." Matt leaned back to enjoy the ride.

Randy drove them out into the middle of nowhere, which in North Carolina applies to most of the state. He pulled off the road next to a huge cornfield.

"Randy, I dunno 'bout you, but I'm not dressed to pick crops." Matt answered

"That's what I like about you, Hardy. You've got a wicked sense of humor." Randy answered

Leaving the car on the side of the road, Randy climbed over the fence and started walked through the rows of corn.

"I was being serious." Matt shrugged, but followed close behind.

Randy zigged and zagged through the stalks until he came to a small clearing cut right in the middle of it.

"Where did you get to..." Matt pushed through and came to a dead stop. "Holy sh...."

A twenty foot square had been cut out. There was enough room for a table, two chairs, and a side table with a small Hibachi grill to one side.

"I hope you like this."

It was like dining in a five-star restaurant, only without the actual building. The weather was perfect for one, the food exquisite, and the wine flowed freely.

"Enjoying your Chateaubriand?" Randy asked

"Takes just like steak to me." Matt replied

"You can take the Hardy out of the sticks, but not the sticks out of the Hardy." Randy laughed "I see I will have to bring a little culture into your life."

"Sorry... Jeff's the gourmet in the family." Matt apologized, washing down the 'steak" with mouthfuls of wine.

"This happens to be the finest cut of beef available. Less than two percent of all meat can be called this and you're eating it." Randy replied

"Orton, you may be rollin' in dough, but you gotta stop spendin' so much on me. You're makin' me feel guilty." Matt said

"Matt. After our first date, I realized something had happened that I never expected to. At least not so soon." He reached across the table and grabbed Matt's hands in his. The candlelight cast soft shadows on his face, making it all the more romantic. "I never thought I'd be sayin' this, but Matthew Moore Hardy, I have fallen madly in love with you."

Matt swallowed. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes. Nothing could've ruined this moment. Well, maybe almost nothing.

Beep... beep... beep... Matt had set his phone on vibrate only, but now there was a message.

"What was that?" Randy asked

"My phone... I'll call whoever it is back. As you were saying..." Matt looked deep into Randy's eyes, hoping that eventually he'd be able to prove that he loved him as much as he was being loved.

"Must still be on his date with Orton." Tom shrugged, leaving the briefest of messages.

"Matty?" Jeff asked, bounding back with Skittles in his hands, and in his mouth.

"Yeah... you got enough for the trip?"

"If not, we'll stop." Jeff answered

"Let's go." Instead of flying, they were taking a leisurely drive to their next town. It was fifteen hours away, but sometimes it just felt good to drive down a deserted highway with the wind in their hair. This is why Tom insisted on only renting convertibles.

"So, are you gonna tell me who my partner might be?" They had barely pulled out of the parking lot before Jeff started pestering Tom.

"Are you gonna ruin the entire trip by askin'?" Tom reversed

"No... just until you tell me... Skittle?" Jeff must've really wanted to know if he was bribing Tom with fruity candy.

"Jeffers, I haven't even asked him yet. I'll give you a hint as to who I'm thinking of... he's a former champion... and you and I have both had matches against him."

Jeff thought. "I got it... Bunny!"

Tom looked over at Jeff and burst out laughing. "I said he!" Tom had to pull off the road to wipe his eyes, he was laughing so hard. "Bunny!" Tom was pounding the steering wheel hard with each laugh. "Wow, Jeff, that's a good one..."

"Why not?" Jeff asked "She's a former IC champion. We've both fought her..."

"Can you honestly picture Justin announcing her as your partner?"

"Well..."

"And his partner, from Cuddletown USA, weighing two and one half ounces, Bunny!" Tom impersonated the Smackdown announcer relatively accurately, which elicited giggles from Jeff.

"Okay, Tommy, you win... please tell me?" Jeff begged

"Come up with a serious guess and I'll tell you if you're right or wrong." Tom focused on the road ahead. Jeff chewed on his lip ring, a sign that he was thinking really hard. If Jeff was really on the ball, he'd start by thinking about the champions that Tom had faced in his career... it was a short list.

"You also got to think about who can counter Big Show?" Tom added

They drove along in silence for several miles. Tom was concentrating on his driving, when Jeff suddenly became very animated.

"Whatcha thinkin' little bro?" Tom asked

"Is it... Khali?" Jeff dared to hope.

"I've just gotta talk to Runjin Singh." Tom answered

"Tommy, I love you..." Jeff dropped a kiss on Tom. "Imma gonna be champ again... Imma gonna be champ..."

"Calm down. I said I haven't even asked him yet." Tom sighed. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you up when it's your turn to drive."

Jeff dozed off in the bucket seat, Bunny and Skittles close by. Tom ruffled his hair. "Good night my little champion."

Matt finally checked his message when Randy dropped him home. Well not right away. They had exchanged a little more than the kiss that had ended the first date. There had been a few tentative gropes between Randy and Matt, but it felt like Randy was trying to force himself to go further. Despite the fact that he was hard in seconds, Matt pulled away.

"Don't force yourself. I'm not goin' anywhere." Matt kissed Randy softly and exited the car.

"Matt, we will do something at some point." Randy said, sounding a little embarrassed at his nervousness.

"I can wait. I want this to work and going places that one of us isn't ready for is no good." Matt replied

Randy breathed a sigh of relief. "I hear you're goin' back a little earlier than you expected."

"Yeah. They got something for me to do." Matt replied "Once I figure out my schedule, I'll call you."

"That'd be cool... 'night Diablo."

"Night Killer." Matt ran up the stairs. He couldn't wait to talk to his brothers.

Tom had just pulled into a gas station to use the can when Matt returned his call. Jeff had rushed in to buy more Skittles.

"Got my message, eh?"

"Yeah... sorry about missing the call, but our date was perfect." Matt went into detail about the setting, the food, the wine, everything.

"...and he said he's fallen madly in love with me."

"Congrats, I think you're gonna be happy. Is it true that you're comin' back this week?"

"I'll be at Smackdown on Friday." Matt replied

"Awesome, bro... I can't wait to see ya." Tom answered

"You got Jeffro a title shot I heard."

"I just gotta clear it with Khali... at least that's plan A." Tom answered "You wanna talk to Jeff... he just comin' out of the store and I really gotta pee."

"Sure."

Tom handed the phone to Jeff. "It's Matty..." he said, running into the store to go.

While Jeff talked to Matt, Tom made another call from the pay phone. "Two words... plan B."

TBC

Things seem to be working out for everyone... time to get back to some good ole drama!