Matt's nerves were no thicker than tissue paper by the time they reached the arena, Chris stomping off to find Paul so they could go over 'JeriShows' spot for the night. Matt unfortunately was wrestling with John Morrison against The Hart Dynasty so with a low grumble he headed into the main locker room, picking a place as far from everyone else as he possibly could. Not that it mattered; he still found himself surrounded by people that couldn't keep their mouths shut about who they were going to nail that night. The worst had to be Adam as he cockily proclaimed that he wasn't just going to top one person that night but two; earning the loud mouth Glenn's tights upside the back of his head, pitching him forwards into the blue metal lockers.

Finally Matt could take no more and he yanked his tights up, growling in frustration when he heard the spandex tear. Looking down he seen that he had been standing on one leg and when he pulled them the force had been too great and they split. With a spat curse he finished ripping them until they hung in tatters from the knee down.

"Going for the Diva look Hardy?" Phil taunted as he and Drew headed towards the door. "Guess it wouldn't seem too outta place around your drug addict brother."

"You little shit stain." Matt hissed as he lunged at the StraightEdged superstar.

With a laugh Phil moved out of the way and he and Drew exited the locker room; their laughter hanging in the air even after the door slammed shut behind them. A hand on his shoulder had him whirling around, snarling and batting it away.

"Hey, calm down Matt." Glenn said soothingly as he pushed Matt back into a sitting position. "Now I don't know what's got you so worked up, but just take a couple of deep breaths."

Matt nodded his head and plopped down heavily on the bench; his head dropping between his hands as he tried to get a handle on himself. That damn bet was driving him up a wall and it had just passed being one week since the idiocy began. Not for the first time Matt thought about just giving in and giving Chris what he wanted; but like all the times before his insufferable pride kept him from doing it.

"Tell ya what Matt, a bunch of us are going out after the show. Why don't you and Chris come with us?" Glenn offered; interrupting Matt's whirling thoughts.

"We'll see."

Glenn left it at that, nodding his head as he headed out for his match, Matt wondering what one night out with the guys would hurt. Neither one of them would try anything in public; plus they'd get back late so they'd be tired from their spots of the night and from dancing or shooting pool. It seemed like the perfect solution. Matt should have known that it was too good to be true.

***

They'd made it to the club a little after 11, Matt having taken a nice long shower as Adam and Mike Mizanin cat called and harassed him. Chris was sitting dejectedly in the corner watching as Matt exited and Matt could feel his eyes on him; lingering on the terry cloth towel that hung low on his hips. It gave Matt the absolute best opportunity to get another blow in on his husband but instead of taking it, he just bent down and kissed Chris; pulling him up from his seat and holding him close as his devoured Chris' lips. Chris opened his mouth eagerly for Matt but again he didn't take the opening, Matt choose to end the kiss and just leave a quick peck on Chris' still parted lips.

"Get a move on Hardy. We didn't stay behind to watch you two play tonsil hockey. You can do that when you get back to your room later." Adam jeered as he threw a wadded up shirt at the two men.

Matt smiled and palmed Chris' cheek before digging into his bag and grabbing his clothes from earlier. He had just dropped his towel to the floor when he remembered that he had wanted to dress in one of the toilet stalls—he wasn't in the mood to tease any more that day—but it was too late. He felt Chris' hands on his waist, pulling him roughly backwards as his teeth clamped down on the sensitive flesh where his shoulder and neck connected. Matt whimpered pitifully and opened his mouth to call it off, his seemingly always present hard-on springing back to life instantly.

"Why don't we just head back to the hotel?" Chris murmured in his ear; his voice low and raspy.

"Oh hell no, we didn't stay just for you two old married farts to decide that you'd rather watch Perry Mason or the Golden Girls." Mike barked as he tugged Chris away from Matt and towards the door. "We'll meet you in the car Adam!" He called over his shoulder.

"I'm not going to get out of this, am I?" Matt asked as he looked over that smug faced Canadian that was leaning up against the lockers.

"Nope."

Matt hung his head and slithered into his clothing, ignoring the messages his cock was screaming at him when he was shoved into the back seat with Chris. As if Chris was able to read his mind he scooted over and climbed into Matt's lap, pressing their chests together as he nipped at Matt's lips while he wriggled and writhed on top of Matt. Matt fought to keep his breathing regulated, but each pelvic thrust, each little whimper that ghosted from Chris' lips were driving him further over the brink.

"Hey, Hey, HEY! Knock that shit off. I'm not using a rental that smells like your guy's jizz the rest of the time we're here." Adam yelled when he looked up into the rearview window.

Chris laughed and kissed Matt one more time before sliding back over to his side of the car; grabbing Matt's hand and pressing it against the rock hard bulge in his jeans. With a lopsided smirk Matt gently groped; rubbing the straining denim and outlining the head and teasing it mercilessly as Chris arched and whined loudly.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!" Adam bellowed.

The rest of the ride was spent fidgeting as Chris kept sneaking his hand over and running his fingers up the inside of Matt's thigh; making Matt leap from the car before Adam even had a chance to put it in park. Matt waited by the hood, his eyes closing as Chris breezed past; grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing before disappearing into the night club. With a sigh Matt followed, his head pounding as the music pulsated around him and the lights flashed in the smoky interior. He scanned the area looking for a quiet place to sit and he finally managed to find one near the back. He weaved his way through the crowd, stopping for moment to watch Chris dance with some of the others before heading back what he had deemed in his mind as his oasis.

He signaled for a waiter and ordered the hardest drink on the menu knowing that if he drank too much then no matter what Chris managed to do he wouldn't be getting it up any time soon. After the first four Matt started to feel light headed and ambled out onto the dance floor, grinning stupidly as Cody Rhodes pulled him in for a dance.

"Hey Hardy, heard about your little problem with Chris." Cody purred as he pressed up against Matt's wide chest.

"H-how did you find out?" Matt asked panicked—he sure as hell didn't tell anyone about it.

"Kinda hard not to when my room is right next to yours." Cody teased as he ran his hand over Matt's chest.

"Sorry about that." Matt smiled wanly and plucked Cody's hand from his chest and started to move away.

"Look, I can help you win." Cody grabbed Matt's hips and pulled him close again; leaning in to whisper in Matt's ear. "Just follow my lead."

A fast paced R&B song started up and Matt swayed with Cody, letting the younger man have free reign of his body as his hands teasingly fluttered over Matt's body. Matt felt his face bloom with fiery heat when Cody slithered down his body and practically mashed his face in Matt's crotch; his fingers digging into Matt's hips as he writhed in his squatted position.

"Cod-"

"Hush Hardy. Just trust me."

Cody slowly worked his way back to a standing position then pulled Matt over to a chair; shoving him back then climbing into his lap.

"Ok Cody, this has gone on long enough." Matt hissed as Cody ground and pressed against him; Cody's tongue flicking out and tasting the skin of his throat.

"You had better believe it has."

The sound of Chris' voice made them spring apart, Cody giggling as he pressed a light, flirty kiss to Matt's lips before disappearing back into the crowd. For a tense moment they just stared at one another; Matt trying to come up with the words to explain what had been going on but the words sticking in his throat.

"Chris…"

"If you wanted a lap dance, you coulda just asked me."

With those words Chris straddled Matt's hips and started bucking against him; his head tilted back as his hands ran in slow motion over his chest and down to his waist. Matt swallowed and pulled Chris close; biting at Chris' throat as they wriggled and pressed against one another, completely oblivious to those around them. Matt's stomach started to clench and he hurriedly stood, knowing that if he didn't put an end to it right then, then he was going to be putting an end to the bet right then and there. Chris stumbled back and Matt grabbed him; holding him close as he panted heavily.

"I think it's time to head back to the hotel. I'm tired."

Matt seen the smirk on Chris' face and steeled his nerves as he grabbed Adam and Mike and pulled them from the bar. The ride back nearly killed Matt, every time he looked over Chris was touching himself and licking his lips, arching his hips to press against his own hand or leaning close to whimper and mewl in Matt's ear. It seemed to take an eternity but as they tumbled into their room Matt felt the alcohol kicking in completely and he smiled lazily at Chris as he pulled him close for a kiss.

"Night love." He whispered before he turned and face planted onto the bed; Chris strangled cry not even registering with him as he plunged into a deep sleep.