Jeff felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him and Adam constantly over the next few days. No matter where they went or what they did, he could not shake the constant paranoia that was taking over him. And what really sucked about it was the fact that he truly believed that Matt was the one who was doing all the watching. His stupid older brother had not learned when to quit yet. It was starting to piss him off, but even though he had his suspicions, he could not prove them, which sucked.
Adam stared at the French maid outfit that was sitting on the bed. He did not look quite as excited as Jeff felt about him wearing it. "I'm not a girl Jeff!" he whined. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "I can't wear this!"
Jeff wrapped his arms around Adam and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Sure you can baby," he said reassuringly. "It'll be fun."
"But I know I'm going to look ridiculous! Come on Jeff, can't I have another choice?"
Jeff considered that. Adam had been a good boy lately. Maybe he could cut the blonde man a break and give him a different thing to choose from. "We could always go with the school girl outfit." He walked over to his closet and pulled out the white button up shirt that was missing a few buttons, a very short plaid skirt, knee high white socks and high heels. "What do you think of this?"
Adam grinned. "Okay, I can deal with that one."
"Good, because now that I got it out, I really want you to wear it." Jeff handed the outfit to Adam and turned around to leave the room. "I'm going to set up something downstairs so just come down when you're done." He stopped and turned around to face Adam one last time. "Pigtails. You need to put your hair in pigtails." He grinned as he thought of something else. "Oh, and find one of my lollipops in here. You look so sexy sucking on one of my lollipops."
Adam rolled his eyes. "You think I look sexy sucking on anything."
"You are sexy sucking on anything. Don't you forget that." Jeff left the room and went downstairs into the living room. He had every intention of turning it into a principal's office but he suddenly heard a creak of the floorboards. As he was turning to look, something hard and heavy struck him right in the temple. He fell to the floor with a thud, and while still completely disoriented, he was struck two more times. As hard as he tried to stay awake, his world quickly faded into black….
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Adam had only gotten his shirt off when he heard something going on downstairs. "Jeff?" he called out. "You okay?"
He didn't get an answer back. An uneasy feeling was forming in his chest. Something was wrong. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he did. Something was terribly wrong down there. He put his t-shirt back on and went downstairs to see what had happened. He found Jeff face down on the living room floor, completely knocked out cold. But before he could even begin to go check on his lover, something hit him on the back of the head too. The blow hurt like hell and caused him to fall to the ground, but he managed to roll over on his back so he could see who his attacker was.
"Hello Adam," Matt said with a grin. He was holding a tire iron with his good hand. "I thought that since Jeff so rudely interrupted us last time, I would take it upon myself to take him out of the equation."
Adam scrambled backwards as fast as he could. His head hurt so fucking bad that he couldn't stand it. He didn't even want to imagine what Jeff's head was going to feel like when he woke up. "Stay away from me you psycho!" he shouted.
Matt smirked. "I can't do that Adam. I have to take you away from Jeff. You're one of the final things that needs taken away. You and this newly rebuilt house…" His voice trailed off as he looked around. "I've done it once and I can do it again. Only this time, I think I should just let Jeff burn with his things. What do you think Addy?"
Adam slowly got back up to his feet. "I think you have fucking lost your mind," he snapped.
"Maybe I have," Matt admitted. "But you and Jeff are about to lose so much more than that." He lunged at Adam, who barely ducked out of the way in time. Adam punched him in the back a few times before getting backhanded by the hand that was in the cast. That hurt the both of them, but Matt recovered first. He started swinging the tire iron like there was no tomorrow, catching Adam in the ribs, the back, the legs, the arms and anywhere else he could get to.
"Matt stop it!" Adam half yelled, half begged as he tried to shield himself from the blows. Matt was fucking deadly with a weapon in his hands. Knowing he needed to get himself and Jeff out of there, he went after the only weakness he knew Matt had: the broken hand.
"Son of a bitch!" Matt yelled as Adam managed to hit the injured hand. Without meaning to, he dropped the tire iron and clutched at his hand.
Adam saw what would probably his one window of opportunity, and just like he always did, he took advantage of it. He grabbed the tire iron and swung it as hard as he could, hitting Matt right in the face with it. The dark haired man's nose busted on impact, causing blood to spurt out everywhere. But that didn't stop Adam from hitting Matt in the head two more times, which knocked the bastard out cold.
Taking several deep breaths and collapsing from the pain he was in, Adam managed to crawl over to Jeff. "Baby wake up," he pleaded. He shook Jeff's shoulders gently. "Please wake up."
Jeff wasn't stirring though. Adam groaned and tried to pick Jeff up, but he was too hurt from the beating Matt had given him. So he did the only other thing he could think of doing: he called 911 to get an ambulance for Jeff and to have Matt arrested. The bastard was not going to get away with this. There was very little doubt in Adam's mind that Matt would have burned the house down with Jeff in it. The bastard had lost it big time. "It's going to be okay," he whispered needlessly to Jeff after he got off the phone with the 911 operator. "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. You've been hurt worse than this…maybe. Oh God Jeff, please wake up. Please wake up…"