Here's the very steamy chapter 6! There's a few mentions of alcohol, but i dont think thats too big of deal. No reason to change the ratings here. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading.
-Candy
"Hey, Jeff. We've been waiting for you!" "Hey," He replied as he sat in the booth next to Adam. Jeff was surprised at how many superstars were actually there. They made up at least half the population of the bar and the loud music made it almost impossible to hear.
"Damn, there's a lot of people here," He yelled over the loud music, looking around. Just when his gaze wandered to the doors, Trish walked in. His jaw almost hit the floor when he saw what she was wearing. Her hair was up, and she was wearing a mini, black cocktail dress. It was short-very short, with spaghetti straps which showed off her cleavage and tan skin. It was tight fitting, and he loved the way it dipped into every crevice...hugged every curve. "Jeff? What are you staring at?" Matt asked. "Hm? Oh, nothing. I'm gonna go buy a drink, k?" As Jeff left, Adam and Chris shot the smirking Matt and Amy a weird look. Matt winked...and they smiled back.
"Lookin' good, Trish." Jeff said as he ordered his drink. "Thanks, Hardy. You ain't lookin' half bad yourself." She said smiling. "Wanna do shots?" Jeff's shocked expression made her laugh. "C'mon. It'll be fun!" Jeff paused a moment before giving in to her beautiful smile. "Alright," he said, then he flagged down the bartender. "Yay!" She squealed. She hugged his shoulders then hopped up on the stool next to him. "Thanks, Jeff!" "Anytime,"
Now, Jeff wasn't much of a drinker. He had shots and alcohol once in a while whenever his buddies had a party or something. But, he never really remembered a time when he was down-right drunk. And after a while, he and Trish had gotten a little carried away.
"Matt?" Amy asked, attempting to shoot him out of his daze. He was staring at his only brother flirting with Trish. Once in a while he'd glance over at them, usually looking pretty peaceful. But after a few shots...and some more shots he watched as they both began flirting, getting closer to each other, and becoming a little drunk. "Do you think we should interrupt their little shot party for two over there?" He asked still not breaking his gaze. "No, I don't think so, Matt. He's having fun for once since the whole Beth thing. It's Jeff. He'll be okay." He sighed, "I guess you're right. I just don't want him to do anything that he's gonna regret." She took the strawberry off his margarita. "What happens will happen," She said.
Back at the bar, Trish and Jeff continued to drink. "Jeff? I wanted to talk to you about something," "Yeah, sure, what is it?" "Ya know when we kissed tonight?" "Yeah..." She tensed up. "Well, I kinda...felt something when we kissed, and I've never felt anything like it all the other times we kissed." They both scooted closer to each other at the same time until they were only inches away. "You felt it too?" He asked. "Yeah, and I wasn't sure what to think about it." "Well, was it lustful?" "Yeah, and very...pleasuring." Since they were both a little drunk, Jeff was doing things he wouldn't normally do or say then when he was sober. "Well, do you wanna kiss again and see if we still feel it?" He asked. "...sure." Even though they were only inches away, they moved in very slowly.
"Amy?" Matt said getting antsy. "Amy! Look at Jeff and Trish." They all watched as Jeff and Trish began moving into each other. Jeff's arm was on her thigh and her hand was on his neck. "uh oh, I think we better break this up. Someone's gonna get hurt." Amy said as they both rushed out of the booth.
They were extremely close and about to kiss when Matt came in-between them. "Hey!" He said putting a hand on each of their shoulders. Jeff and Trish both pulled away from each other. "Hey!" Trish said. "Come have shots with us!" Matt shot a look at Amy. "Um, maybe later. What are you guys talking about?" He wouldn't normally abruptly ask them a question like this, but they were drunk. No one would make anything of it. "Oh, that kiss." Jeff said. "Well you guys were getting awfully close," Matt hinted. "Yeah..." Trish trailed off, spotting the dancers in the background. "Let's go dance, Jeffy!" She jumped off the stool and pulled Jeff with her. They both sat and watched in diss-belief from a distance as Jeff and Trish seductively danced with each other.
After a while, a slow song came on. "That's funny," Trish said. "I didn't know they played slow songs in bars." "Me either," he replied. Soon all the couples were dancing except them. They stood still in the middle of the dance floor parallel to each other. "Well...a songs a song." Jeff said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I guess so," She smiled, slipping her arms around his neck. The way they were positioned reminded them both of the kiss, and heated things up.
Trish looked into Jeff's eyes as the song was beginning to end. "So...how 'bout that kiss?" She asked. Jeff smiled down at her before leaning in. Chills went up her spine as their lips meet. Soon they stopped dancing, and were deeply kissing in the middle of the dance floor as the song ended and couples looked on. But they didn't notice--once again they became lost. Lost in each other...their own little world. Even as the clapping and cheering started, they didn't seem to care. There was no reason to break that beautiful moment, so no one did. That is...until Matt noticed.
"Hey, hey, guys...look." Adam said looking over at Jeff and Trish and slapping Chris's arm. They all stopped talking and glanced over. Many superstars and other couples circled around Jeff and Trish as they were practically making-out in the middle of the bar. "Go Trish and Jeff!" Adam yelled, and a few of them started clapping and hooting along with a few of the on-lookers on the dance floor. Amy and Matt shared wide-eyed expression of diss-belief. Jeff and Trish...it just didn't work. "Come on," Matt whispered as he grabbed Amy's arm.
"Jeff, come on." He spoke calmly, in almost a whisper. Matt came up behind Jeff and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away from Trish. Jeff and Trish stared into each other's eyes realizing they had gotten lost again. Wanting to touch her again, Jeff pulled away from Matt. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Come on, Jeff. We have to leave now." "No, I'm not leaving." "Yes you are, Jeff." He spoke again, pulling Jeff out of the bar ignoring the questioning looks from all around.
Trish stood speechless. "Jeff!" She cried. "You'll see him later," Amy said, quietly coming up behind her and putting her hands on Trish's shoulders. "Let's go, Trish. You can come back to the hotel with me." "Why'd Matt take Jeff?" She asked, still confused and looking in the direction of where they had left. "Just...let's go." Amy said, also a little confused herself. Trish hurried out the door, as Amy followed, hoping to catch Jeff and Matt. But, they had already left.
Trish looked franticly around the streets and sidewalks. "Amy!" She cried. "What the hell?" "Nothing's wrong, we'll talk tomorrow. Matt was just...sick. And he wanted to leave and Jeff had to come with him. That's all." Trish glared at Amy, not sure if she should believe her or not. Tiered and bewildered, Trish gave in. "Okay, Ames. Let's go."