Oh my, I got reviews. *hugs everyone* Thank you all so much. Okay, I actually started writing this chapter straight after posting chapter one but I've only just finished it. It gets kinda…angsty. I'msorryI'mabadpersonIcouldn'thelpit. C'mon, what? You thought it was all gonna be hearts and roses? Not my style, hee. Still, of course, dedicated to Kittie Kittie Kittie for being wonderful.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anyone that you recognise.

Jeff awoke with a yawn, unwilling to open his eyes, waiting for the pain of a hangover to come crashing down. To his surprise, nothing happened and he opened one eye cautiously. As he did so, he became fully aware of his surroundings. The soft bed, the light filtering through the curtains, the clothes scattered across the floor to the side of the bed and most of all, the warm body draped across his own.

He grinned, ran one hand through Adam's long blond hair and planted a soft kiss on the other man's temple before relaxing back against the pillow. He shifted his slightly aching body and then closed his eyes, and, holding a little tighter to Adam's muscular frame, he let sleep claim him again.

When he woke again, the sun was brighter, higher in the sky and the first thing he noticed was that Adam's body was no longer curled against his own. Pushing himself up on one elbow, Jeff looked around the room blankly for a minute before the sound of a shower registered with him.

He yawned and ran a hand through his hair, wincing slightly at the tangles. He reached for his clothes and slowly got dressed. By the time he had finished pulling his shirt on, Adam had emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Wordlessly, the Canadian bent over his bag and pulled out a pair of jeans. Jeff watched him in silence, the way the muscles in Adam's back rippled over one another and the way his long hair, darkened from the water, swung softly to one side. Adam pulled on a loose sweatshirt before turning around to look at Jeff uneasily.

"Uh…morning?" Jeff said, Adam's silence unnerving him.

"Hey…" Adam replied distantly. "Look, Jeff, I…"

"What's up, baby?" Jeff asked, using the name he had uttered so many times last night.

Adam bowed his head, thinking 'Please don't smile, please, Jeff, for the love of Christ, don't smile.'

Jeff smiled tentatively, sensing that something was definitely wrong here. Adam glanced up, catching Jeff's weak grin, so unlike his usual bright smile.

"I think that you should go," Adam said in a rush. Jeff's smile seemed to freeze on his face, become glassy and fake.

"What? But…last night…I thought…"

Adam rubbed his forehead tiredly. He knew what the consequences of this would be. He would lose Jeff. He would lose friends, acquaintances and anyone else who liked the younger man. And that was practically everyone.

"Yeah, well you thought wrong. I'm sorry Jeff I…I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."

"But…" Jeff got slowly to his feet, facing the other man. "But we…you said that…"

"I was drunk," Adam said flatly, staring at the ground. "It was a mistake. A stupid, horrible mistake and I think that we should both just…"

He was cut off by the sound of his hotel door slamming shut and he looked up, seeing the room was empty, he was alone.

He bit his lip and sat down on the bed, trying to ignore the way that his eyes stung with tears. You wanted this, remember? He taunted himself. This is for the best. Best for him.

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Jeff got back to his own room quickly, thanking God that today was a day off. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and nurse his wounded pride. As soon as he entered the room, he pulled his shirt over his head and flung it into the far corner of the room. He stripped down to his boxers and considered taking a shower but settled for changing his shorts and falling into bed instead, one arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sunlight.

The instant he closed his eyes, he found his mind assaulted with memories of the night before. With a groan, he rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head, hoping to block it all out. Instead, his memories seemed to sharpen, come into even greater focus. He flung the pillow aside and sat up, running his hands through his hair. With a sigh, he swore into his hands, tugging gently on his hair, feeling sharp prickles of pain all over his scalp.

Try as he might, all he could think of was Adam, his face, his smile, his laugh, his hands, his mouth, his kisses, his voice. Everything about the Canadian was haunting Jeff Hardy.

It wouldn't be so bad, the young wrestler reflected, if it had been anyone except Adam. And maybe it wouldn't have been as bad if last night hadn't been so different. If Adam hadn't made him believe that there was something more than drunken lust at work. But he had been so gentle. So careful. So…loving. Yeah, well you can get that thought straight out of your head, Hardy, Jeff told himself harshly.

He groaned and rolled over onto his side, facing away from the windows. With one arm curled under his head, he lay still, willing himself to sleep.

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In his own room, Adam sat still, staring at the wall opposite his bed. He finally decided to go back to sleep and curled up on the mattress, pulling the sheets over himself. Barely a second later, he had kicked all of the sheets away and flung himself out of the bed, into a shaking ball by the wardrobe.

The sheets. Oh God, he thought, they smell of him. It all came flooding back. Unimaginable heights of ecstasy, the most restful sleep he ever remembered and then this morning, the look on Jeff's face. Adam would have preferred for Jeff to have shouted and sworn, maybe even hit him. Anything but that look on his face. Hurt, let down, confused and desperately sad.

Edging away from the wardrobe, skirting round the bed, unwilling to risk inhaling Jeff's scent again, Adam looked for his cell phone. He turned it on, going back to sit in a pitiful heap by the wardrobe. He called the first person he had thought of, leaning his head against the wardrobe.

"Jay?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. "Could I meet you somewhere? I uh…I did something really dumb."

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Uh…Yeah. Too tired to make any smartass comments. Hey, it's been a long week. Reviews are a feedback whore's friend, by the way. Just sayin'.