Tender Loving Care

It was an all too familiar sight that Jeff hated being so used to. His eye, all bruised and swollen shut and his face covered in even more bruises and cuts. His reflection marred because Adam had gotten out of control again. Adam's jealousy issues were well documented but they were getting so bad that Jeff was having a hard time defending him now. It used to be so easy. He would justify everything that Adam did, no matter what anyone else said or thought. Matt had gone absolutely crazy the first time he had seen bruises on Jeff and the only reason Adam hadn't gotten killed was because Vince had been in the area and had called security to stop Matt from slaughtering one of his main event stars. Adam had sworn up and down that it was a mistake; he hadn't meant to lose his temper and he swore it would never happen again. Jeff was the only one who believed him though. Every fucking time he believed him, only to be disappointed. Adam never changed. He would put on act for a little while but eventually he went back to his old ways, flying into jealous rages even though there was absolutely no reason to. And with those rages came the violence, although usually he avoided Jeff's face so Matt wouldn't immediately see the bruises.

Jeff sniffled and grabbed a Kleenex so he could wipe his nose. He was so tired of this. He didn't deserve this crap. Why did he keep putting up with it? It was obvious Adam was nothing but a liar. Why should he even put up with it? It was stupid. He was stupid for believing Adam the first time around. If Adam really loved him he would never put his hands on him. It was as simple as that.

Taking his hair out of his ponytail so he could try to use his hair to hide his face, he hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom. Adam had already taken off, probably to go to a club with Jericho, Chavo and Ryder. He always took off right after kicking the snot out of Jeff. Eventually he would be back and he would apologize and say his usual bullshit but tonight Jeff was not sticking around to hear it. He was officially done with the bullshit. Grabbing himself a piece of paper and a pen, he wrote a note to Adam saying he was done with all of this shit. Maybe that wasn't the best way to do things but he didn't want to stick around to say it to Adam's face (at least not at the moment). He didn't want to be suckered in by Adam's lies for the millionth time. Face to face confrontations with Adam never went his way, at least not when he was on his own. If he was going to talk to Adam face to face about this, he was going to need someone with him to help keep him strong.

After writing the note and leaving it where Adam would find it, Jeff threw his stuff into his bag and left the hotel room as quick as he could, feeling like an escaping convict or some shit like that. He kept his head down and walked quickly, trying to figure out where to go. He couldn't go to Matt because Matt would absolutely lose his shit. And there was a whole list of people who he couldn't go to because they would just immediately call Matt and then Matt would skin Adam alive and then go to jail for it. He didn't want to stay alone though…he racked his brain for people he could stay with and trust to help keep him safe. And in the end, he could only come up with one person.

I just hope he hasn't gone out… Jeff went into the elevator and went to the next floor up. On the way he walked past Cena and Dave but he refused to make eye contact with either of them. He just kept walking as fast as possible, not stopping until he got to the room that was hopefully going to be his sanctuary for the night. "Please answer," he whispered as he knocked on the door. "Please please answer…"

The door opened and Randy's eyes widened as they saw the state Jeff was in. "That son of a bitch." He didn't need to ask any questions. It was obvious what had happened.

"Can I stay here?" Jeff asked, hating that his voice started to crack on him.

Randy nodded silently and let him in. "Where is he?"

"Out." Jeff set his stuff down and sank on to the bed. "I left a note telling him I was done. I couldn't wait until he got back to do it. I'm a coward I know-"

"You're not a coward," Randy assured him. He locked the door before coming over to sit by Jeff. "You needed to get out. It didn't matter how you did it."

Jeff smiled thinly. Randy always knew what to say to make him feel better. They had become friends during their little feud for the WWE title and had gotten closer over time. Their friendship was actually the reason Adam and Randy weren't speaking to each other anymore. Adam was jealous and was convinced they were sleeping together and Randy absolutely hated the way Adam treated Jeff. Jeff had tried to play peacemaker between the two but it hadn't worked. They hated each other and nothing was going to change that.

Randy tilted Jeff's head up so he could get a better look at all the damage. "Fuck…" He got back up and immediately grabbed an icepack. "Here."

"Thank you." Jeff took the icepack and held it up to his face, wincing at the coldness. "Do you have anything to drink?"

Randy nodded and grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had with him. He poured some of it into a shot glass and handed it to Jeff, who eagerly downed it. "It's been awhile since he's gone after your face." Randy tried to keep his voice soothing and calm but Jeff could hear the anger in it.

Jeff sniffled and set the shot glass aside, his chest tightening up uncomfortably. "He was really bad tonight."

"You want to talk about it?"

Jeff didn't answer for awhile. Part of him wanted to but another part of him didn't. He knew that it would probably be better if he got it all off his chest but he was afraid to get started. When Adam was hitting him earlier he had been screaming at him for being a disgusting whore and telling him that nobody was ever going to really love him because he wasn't worth it. The part that scared him the most was what if that was true? What if it was really true? He had been trying to tell himself that it was lies but he was having a hard time convincing himself of that. "I just want to forget," he finally said. "I don't want to be the things he says I am. I don't want to deserve this shit anymore."

"You never deserved it in the first place," Randy said firmly. He knelt down directly in front of Jeff and forced eye contact with him. "You hear me?"

Jeff nodded, staring deep into Randy's eyes and believing him not just because it was what he wanted to hear. No, he believed the words because Randy was the one who was saying them. Through all the chaos of his relationship with Adam, Randy had remained his rock. He honestly did not know what he would have done if Randy hadn't been there for him.

Randy brushed some of Jeff's hair behind his ear. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "Do you want me to do anything for you?"

Jeff ran his tongue over his lower lip, suddenly knowing exactly what he wanted at the moment. "Make me feel wanted," he requested. He inched forward, his lips almost touching Randy's now.

"Jeff…" Randy looked really hesitant about this. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You won't be," Jeff assured him. "Please…he makes me feel so dirty when we…I want someone to not make me feel that way to wash his crap away."

Randy studied Jeff carefully to make sure he was really serious about that before kissing Jeff gently. Jeff closed his eyes, his body during to pudding with that one simple act. Adam never kissed him like this anymore. Ever. All of Adam's kisses hurt him in some way that he had forgotten how a nice, loving kiss really felt.

Randy broke the kiss and very carefully took off Jeff's shirt for him. There were some bruises on his pale flesh from where Adam hit him before and Randy took the time to kiss those bruises before taking off his own shirt. "If you want me to stop-"

Jeff immediately shook his head and pulled Randy in for another kiss, this one harder and more frantic than the one before it. Randy laid Jeff back on the bed, just keeping things at kissing before Jeff started rubbing his crotch up against his and making both of their jeans unbelievably tight. "Fuck," Randy groaned. He moved back so he could get his pants off easier and Jeff, deciding that he didn't want to wait, took his own pants and boxers off and tossed them aside. Randy's eyes glazed over with lust and climbed back on top of Jeff, drinking in the sight of his body and kissing him softly. "You're beautiful."

Jeff tried to shake his head. "I'm not-"

"You are," Randy insisted. "And Adam's a fool not to see it." He began to kiss his way down Jeff's body, completely missing the way Jeff was fighting back tears. Adam never called him beautiful. Ever. Even when their relationship had been good he had never said anything like that. Jeff watched Randy kiss his way down his body, feeling strange because it had been so long since he had gotten his kind of treatment. Usually he was on his knees, playing the role of Adam's slut. Loving treatment like this wasn't Adam's strong suit at all.

"Oh fuck," Jeff groaned, throwing his head back and moaning as Randy's mouth engulfed his cock. "Randy…"

Randy eagerly sucked him while grabbing the lube out of his bag and drizzling some of it on his fingers. The sound of Jeff mewling in pleasure was spurring him on and he very slowly inserted one finger into Jeff, thrusting it in and out carefully before adding another. His own body was begging for release but he ignored it. Tonight was not about him. Tonight was about Jeff and it was going to stay that way.

"Randy please," Jeff begged, arching his hips up when Randy inserted yet another finger. "Oh fuck…make love to me. Please."

Randy removed his mouth from Jeff's cock and looked up at him, seeing that Jeff was desperate at this point. He quickly removed his finger and put some more lube on his hand and spread it over his erection. Restraining himself so he wouldn't come right off the bat, he positioned the head of his cock at Jeff's hole, slowly pushing in into the warm tightness and groaning. Jeff's walls fit around him like a way too tight glove and he knew he wasn't going to last long. That was okay though because Jeff wasn't either.

Jeff clung to Randy desperately as he began to thrust into him, moving his hips in time with the thrusts. His mind wanted this to last but his body was so desperate for the pleasure that his mind just shut up and complied to what he wanted. "Umph….oh fuck…Randy please…oh God…"

Randy rested his forehead against Jeff's, reaching down and grabbing Jeff's erection so he could begin to stroke it. Jeff's eyes just about popped out of his head because it was too much and his release soon splattered all over Randy's hand. Randy's own release quickly followed, the feeling of Jeff's walls clenching around his member too much for him to take.

For a moment they just stayed completely still, staring deep into each other's eyes and seeing each other in a light they had never really considered before. Randy carefully brushed away the remainder of Jeff's tears away with his thumb before brushing his nose against Jeff's and saying three words Jeff had been sorely missing.

"I love you."

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