Oh wow, am I ever nervous? Yes yes. Okay, this is my first real, proper wrestling fic and I've tried so hard not to make an utter hash of it. Anyway. This is dedicated to Kittie Kittie Kittie because she's utterly wonderful and I looove her so and anyone who hasn't already done so should go read her masterpiece of a fic "Somewhere Out There". [/shameless plug for my bebes]

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone that you recognise. I'm not even sure if I own the words. They might own me, I might own them, it's a whole big thing. The title is from a song by Live and I don't own them either. Or the song or anything else. But I wouldn't say no if anyone wants to donate. No one's sexual preference or personality is my decision to make, I'm sure they're all lovely people.

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Adam bit his lip and watched in silent agony as Jeff's lean body swayed in time to the music. As the younger man lifted his arms, his shirt rode up, exposing firm muscle and a tiny line of his boxers, just visible above his dark jeans.

Adam's chest tightened with the strength of his desire. Why did it have to be Jeff? Of all the people that he could feel this way for, of all the people that he could want, why did it have to be someone he cared about?

The Canadian could feel his passion growing as he watched Jeff out on the dance floor, watched him being, for once in his life, completely open and unguarded. Watched him free and happy and perfect.

He couldn't take it any more. Adam pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the press of others bodies against his own. They weren't the right person. Even as his desire rose, he could feel his heart sinking and could hear his heart pleading again and again; Not Jeff, not Jeff, not Jeff.

He approached the younger man unseen and Jeff turned in a half circle, the muscles in his back clearly defined even through his shirt. Unconsciously, Adam ran his tongue over his lower lip and reached his hand forward to rest briefly on Jeff's shoulder. The heat from the younger man's skin seared Adam's hand and he moved back slightly. Jeff turned round, realising the contact had been more deliberate than the constant slide of bodies against bodies on the crowded dance floor. A beautiful, sunny smile slide over his face and to Adam's mind, it was the brightest thing in the room. Tilting his head away from the dance floor, Adam risked taking hold of Jeff's arm and led the younger man away. Jeff followed without question.

Adam's heart was racing as they walked into the shadows. He stopped and looked at Jeff for a moment, opening his mouth to speak. And he found that he had no words. Jeff was looking at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

"Jeff, I need to…" Adam started, but Jeff waved one hand impatiently, unable to hear over the thumping bass. He reached out toward the other man and Adam suddenly felt himself being pulled in closer to Jeff. Jeff's hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, his lips pushed onto a level with Jeff's ear.

"Say again?" Jeff said into Adam's ear. Adam felt his mouth go dry, being this close to Jeff, close enough to smell his aftershave even over the stench of sweat and smoke that permeated the club, was very nearly too much for him.

"I…" he tried, closing his eyes, the feel of Jeff's chest against his own shortening his breath. "Jeff, I…"

Adam fastened his lips into the soft meat of his own lower lip. His eyelids trembled, like someone in a dream. Turning his head slowly, he planted a soft kiss on the side of Jeff's neck, his lips opening slowly, his tongue darting out to lick the hot skin beneath his mouth.

To his own surprise, Jeff didn't pull away, didn't push him away, didn't start freaking out. At first, Adam thought he hadn't moved at all. The first thing that registered, other than how good Jeff's skin tasted was the hand that Jeff had wrapped around the back of his neck. It was moving slowly, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing and then gliding up to tangle in Adam's hair. Recovering from his initial surprise, Adam moved back to look Jeff in the eye.

Even in the shade, his eyes were their usual vibrant green, slightly misted by the alcohol that he had drunk. A small grin was playing over his lips, a sparkle of lust in his eyes as he moved a little closer to Adam, deliberately brushing up against him.

Adam couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Jeff's body touched his own. It was such a simple movement but Adam felt as though his whole body was being wrapped in an embrace. His hands snaked forward, smoothing down from Jeff's waist to his hipbones, bringing them closer to one another. He felt Jeff's lips; small repeated pecks, along his collarbone and then up towards his jaw. Adam let his head roll back on his shoulders for a moment, revelling in the feeling of the younger man's lips on his skin.

Then he moved again, his hands sliding into Jeff's red and purple hair, pulling him in for a lingering kiss. Adam felt Jeff's tongue probing at his lips and opened his mouth, winding his own tongue slowly around Jeff's.

Jeff pulled back, his hands still in Adam's hair, his lips swollen and moist from the kiss and his eyes dark and full of promise. He leaned in to speak into Adam's ear.

"Hotel?" he suggested.

Adam looked at his friend seriously. "Are you drunk, Jeff?"

"Yes," Jeff said plainly. "Are you?"

"Yes."

"Does it matter?" Jeff whispered, his lips on the hot skin of Adam's neck.

"No," Adam groaned, pulling Jeff by the hand towards the exit of the club.

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Thanking whoever had decided that they would go to a club within walking distance of the hotel, Adam tried to swipe his key card through the slot in the door. It was hard to concentrate though, with Jeff just behind him, his chest pressed to Adam's back, his arms around the Canadian's waist, his lips pecking at the back of Adam's neck occasionally.

On his third failed attempt to unlock the door, Adam threw the key card down and sat on the floor his arms folded over his chest, a pout on his lips.

"Fuck!" He shouted petulantly, glancing up at Jeff through his eyelashes. To his extreme annoyance, the Hardy boy was bent double, clutching his ribs, laughing hopelessly. "Jeff!" Adam whined, poking at the key card with his foot. "It won't work."

Jeff bent down and picked up the card, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. He swiped it through the slot in the door and the light turned from red to green straight away. Pushing the door open, Jeff held his hand out to Adam who grasped it and pulled himself to his feet. Jeff's lips were on his immediately and Adam heard a small noise as the younger man tossed the card key further into the room.

Moving his hands from Jeff's hips, Adam reached out and turned the lights on, pulling back a little to stare at Jeff, his vibrant hair, his green eyes, his perfect face. The innocence that pervaded him, despite a life that would have made most men jaded. Adam had always wondered how Jeff had managed to keep his aura of child like wonder. The wrestling industry wasn't an easy one to get into, or to stay into. Adam knew that Jeff must have struggled in the past, was probably still struggling now. He didn't know what the younger man had to put up with, but it must have been a lot. And yet he was still enthusiastic about everything. About life, about wrestling, about his art and his poetry. Even when he was forced apart from his beloved brother, Matt, Jeff had managed to stay happy and full of life. Some would call him naïve but Adam saw Jeff's child like appreciation of life as just one more reason to love the man.

Jeff's hand waved in front of Adam's face.

"Take a picture," he suggested with an easy grin.

Instead, Adam pulled Jeff in for another kiss, hearing the door click as the younger man kicked it closed behind him and started walking forwards, arms still tight around Adam's waist, forcing him to go backwards. Adam stumbled slightly and then felt his legs hit the back of the bed. He sank down onto the soft mattress, pulling Jeff onto his lap and sliding his hands under the younger man's shirt. Jeff gave a weak moan and leant his forehead on Adam's.

"Adam, please…" he whispered, pushing the older man back onto the bed, starting work on his shirt buttons.

"Wh…what?" Adam managed to stutter.

"Oh Jesus. I want you something chronic, baby," Jeff slurred, his mouth working a moist line across Adam's chest.

Adam felt his eyes close and he worked his fingers into Jeff's red and purple hair, lust coursing through him.

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They don't have sex on a first chapter. ;) That's just rude. Okay, truth? I'm really, really tired.