Author: pandora1017
Rating: R
Content: Slash [Of course.]
Characters: [Sadly not mine...]
Adam = Adam Copeland = Edge
Jay = Jay Reso = Christian
Chris = Chris Irvine = Chris Jericho
Matt = Matt Hardy
Notes: The concert mentioned is in reference to a short in the latest WWE magazine [with Jericho on the cover... *swoons*] where Edge and Jericho both say they recently went to a Paul McCartney concert together and it was the best concert they'd ever been to. [They almost sounded surprised themselves, too.] Edge said they were headbanging to 'Live and Let Die'. *snickers* I don't know where the rest came from, but the concert tidbit just fit in well.
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I checked the clock again, anxiously, then flicked my eyes back to the road. Two thirty. Jay would be asleep, he always went to sleep early. He wouldn't be suspicious, he had no reason to suspect anything.
Then why was I so nervous?
Forget about it, Adam. He has no idea.
My nerves helped quicken the sobering up process and I turned up the radio. Finding a song I knew, I started drumming my hands on the steering wheel as I drove. Not to the beat, mind you. No, I was way to distracted to keep a rhythm. I was just trying to act calm and in control. Not that it mattered right now, the test would be when I got back to the hotel room. What if Jay was awake? What if he started asking questions? What if he smells Chris's cologne on me?
Shit, what if I smelled like Chris?
No, not noticeably, I decided, smelling my hair. However, I did roll down the windows - just in case.
How the hell did I get into this mess?
It was that concert, that damn concert.
He had an extra ticket and asked me to go. Big deal, right? Hell, I even told Jay I was going. It's not my fault he doesn't like the Paul McCartney. So I went with Chris. We had a great time, it was a great show. After the show... Ok. I admit it. There was alcohol involved. There always is with Chris, I reminded myself, as the fuzz was still clearing from my brain. So we were drunk. Not drunk, tipsy. All right, drunk. He was there... I was there... Jay wasn't there... One thing led to another...
Not that I don't love Jay. I do love Jay. I think.
Well, I don't love Chris, that I know. He's just really good in bed.
Really good. Hence my going back.
Oh, I shouldn't have done it and I know it. I really, really shouldn't have done it. Either time.
I sighed. Any of the times.
It would kill Jay if he knew. I didn't want to hurt him. I... love him. Don't I? You don't hurt the people you love. Do you?
Chris knows that I love Jay. Why does he keep pulling me to cheat on Jay? Why can't he just leave us alone? Why do I keep going back to Chris? I have no will power. I am a hedonist.
Jay isn't. Jay is sensitive, Jay cares about everything. Jay would never hurt me. And here I am, running to Chris week in and week out. It's not that Jay's not fantastic in bed, but why have one great lover when I could have two?
Christ, Adam, you are the devil.
Jay will find out. And it will tear him apart. He's too perfect for me to treat him like this. It has to stop. No more. I will not go back to Chris, I affirmed.
But if he calls... and if he begs... He's just so goddamned hard to resist. Shit, he can almost get me off by just talking to me on the phone.
That's wrong, wrong, wrong.
I pulled up to the hotel and used my roomkey to enter through the side door closest to mine and Jay's room. I took the stairs at a quick jog, surprised to hear footsteps in the stairwell. I looked up to see who was coming down towards me and was even more surprised to find that it was someone I knew - Matt.
I smiled tenatively, hoping it would pass as friendly banter. "What are you doing up so late?"
"Ah could ask y'th'same thing," he smiled back, continuing to pass me down the stairs. "'Night, Adam."
"'Night, Matt," I called after him and continued up the stairs quickly. My heart was pounding. If he had stayed around for an answer, I might have had a heart attack. I reached the fourth floor and found my door quickly. Taking a deep breath, I noticed through the peephole that the light was off. I smiled to myself. He was asleep. I'd be fine. All that concern was for nothing. I entered the black room, lit only by the orange mercury lights of the parking lot. I could see Jay's form, sleeping soundly on the bed. He looked like such a little kid, curled up with his pillow. I wouldn't have been surprised to see him sucking his thumb. I ducked into the bathroom, and checked my reflection. I looked a little tired, but not terribly bad. I brushed my teeth so I wouldn't breathe alcohol breath on Jay, stripped down to my boxers to sleep in, and left the bathroom.
He would never know. He was perfectly naive. I climbed into bed, listening to Jay groaning quietly as the shifting bed roused him from his sleep. Laying behind him, I took him into my arms to comfort him back into sleep. He wasn't sleeping, I found, as he took hold of my hand that I had just set on his stomach. Without a sound, he shifted so his back was spooned against my chest and rested his head on my bicep.
Perfectly naive, I repeated to myself as I kissed the top of his head.
My perfectly innocent Jay. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.
