At first Jeff had wandered around the hotel aimlessly, just trying to take up time. But he'd been milling about for a good two hours now…he was going to have to either go back to his room or find somewhere else to stay for the night. Jeff shook his head as he continued walking; there was no way he was going home to Adam. That was one of the worst fights he'd ever gotten in with his boyfriend—hell, it was one of the only fights they'd ever gotten in. He was furious that Adam—Adam, who was fucking Dave Batista for god's sake—had the nerve to get mad at him. Adam was the one who was a cheating bastard! He had no right to get angry at Jeff! No, there was no way Jeff was going to spend the night with Adam. No way in hell.
At first he'd considered staying with Matty…but he quickly gave up that idea. His way too protective older brother was already suspicious; if Jeff showed up asking to stay the night he'd get even more suspicious. He'd probably question Jeff, and Jeff did not want to deal with that right now. He just wanted to find a place to crash, not a place where he'd be interrogated. After that he'd thought about staying with Eve and Maria, but no one answered when he knocked on their door. He wasn't surprised; those two were party animals. They were probably out drinking and having fun. Next Jeff had made his way to Mark's room, but as soon as he stopped in front of the door he heard all too familiar noises coming from the room. There were three different voices: one was grunting and was Mark by the sound of it. The second was talking, saying some pretty dirty things, and it sounded suspiciously like Hunter.
The third voice made Jeff giggle, because it was moaning like a woman. That had to be Shawn, which Jeff found extremely funny. Shawn sounded like such a girl!
Jeff knew what it was like to be interrupted right in the middle of awesome sex, so he'd silently turned and left. Mark's place was out of the picture, and now Jeff didn't know where to go. All of his best friends were occupied, and he sure as fuck wasn't going to go crawling back to Adam…so where did that leave him? Cody and Teddy would probably take him in…they were always so nice to him. And if not them, he could probably crash at Evan's…Bourne had dated Matt for a few months, and during that time Jeff had gotten to know him pretty well. He was a sweet guy, definitely not the type that would turn Jeff away. And there was always Phil and John Morrison…but, knowing those two, they were probably fucking each other's brains out.
Jeff had quite a few choices, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, for they didn't walk toward Cody and Ted's room, Evan's room, or Phil and John's room. In fact, he didn't really know where he was headed…he just kept on walking. It wasn't long before he realized just exactly where his body was taking him. He thought about forcing himself to turn around; his mind was screaming at him that this was a bad, bad idea. That he was going to get himself into a lot of trouble; even more trouble then he was already in. But he kept on going. He kept on putting one foot right in front of the other, kept on striding down the familiar hall, ignoring his protesting brain.
He finally stopped moving in front of room 512.
God, what the fuck was he doing at Randy's room? Did he expect Randy to welcome him in with open arms? Of course not. What they had was a one night stand; he couldn't expect Randy to help him out anymore, right? Besides, who knows what might happen if they spend another night together…
Jeff raised his fist. A little voice in the back of his head—which sounded eerily similar to Matt's voice—was telling him that what he was about to do was stupid and very, very irresponsible. Staying with a friend was one thing…staying with a man who he had cheated on his boyfriend with was an entirely different matter. Especially when that man had sexy abs and a gorgeous smile. And was nice to him. Fuck, he was just setting himself up to get into trouble.
He knocked on the door. He always was a risk taker anyway.
The door opened slowly, and an unhappy looking Randy stood before Jeff. To Jeff's dismay, Randy was shirtless, showing off his fine abdominal muscles and strong, inked arms. The way Randy's dark sweat pants hugged his hips didn't help either.
"Hey." Jeff murmured, reaching up, twirling his fiery hair with his finger.
"Hey." Randy's voice was rough, his eyes steely.
"Can I come in?" Jeff swallowed back his nervousness.
Randy arched an eyebrow, his cerulean eyes darkening, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Jeff looked down at the ground, "I don't really have anywhere else to go." Ok, that wasn't completely true, but it wasn't completely untrue either.
"So you came here?" Randy sounded more surprised than anything.
Jeff bit his bottom lip cutely, "I'm s-sorry, I shouldn't have come—"
"It's ok." Randy said softly. Ah, here was the nice Randy. The one that seemed to contradict all the things Jeff had ever heard about him.
"I'll just go now." Jeff muttered as he turned to leave, but Randy reached out, his hand grabbing Jeff by the wrist. His grip was strong, but gentle at the same time.
"You don't have anywhere else to go?" Randy spoke, looking down at Jeff. It was more of a statement then a question.
"I'll figure something out." Jeff mumbled, his breath hitching in his throat at the feeling of Randy's soft fingertips wrapped around his wrist.
"Its ok." Randy repeated, releasing his hold on Jeff, "You can stay here, if you want."
He stepped back, motioning for Jeff to come in. Feeling his heart flutter, Jeff walked into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Randy strode to the middle of the room, reaching up to scratch his head as he did so. Jeff couldn't help but notice how the muscles in Randy's chest and arm tightened as he reached up…damn, Randy was one fine specimen. It was then that Jeff saw a string of dark purple bruises across the top of Randy's hand.
"Randy!" Jeff gasped, he walked forward, his own hands reaching out. Carefully, he gently took Randy's injured hand into his own two hands, lifting it up to inspect the bruising, "What did you do to your hand?"
Randy was staring at him intently, but he shrugged, "I got mad. Punched something I shouldn't have."
"Damn," Jeff turned Randy's hand over, inspecting the palm, which was only lightly bruised, "What the hell did you punch? A steel wall?"
"No," Randy said, wincing as Jeff traced his fingertip across the bruise, "A steel locker."
"What did you get so mad for anyway?" Jeff asked innocently, releasing Randy's hurt hand.
Randy scowled, but said nothing as he turned away from Jeff, scooping a pillow up off the floor.
"Randy…" Jeff said slowly, "What did you get so mad about?"
"Your friend Mark," Randy growled, tossing the pillow onto the bed, "Decided to pay me a visit."
Jeff froze, "He didn't—he didn't hurt you, did he?"
"Yeah, like he could." Randy hissed under his breath.
"He could, you know." Jeff said quietly, "You shouldn't go picking fights with Mark—"
"I didn't pick any fight." Randy turned, facing Jeff, scowling angrily, "Mark and Shawn found me. Mark was the one who started it.
Jeff fell silent under Randy's cold glare. He instantly felt guilty; he was the one who told Mark. He was the one who caused Mark to go looking for Randy…god, this was his fault!
"I'm sorry." Jeff went back to twirling his hair, "I didn't mean to tell him…"
"Yeah, well you did." Randy huffed, obviously still a little mad.
"I'm sorry." Jeff repeated, "He covered for me when Matt was asking where I was, and then he said I owed him the truth…" He continued on, explaining to Randy exactly why he told Mark everything.
"So…" Randy began, looking hard at Jeff, "You told him and Shawn that you cheated on Adam—but you didn't tell them about the whole Dave Batista thing? Why the hell would you do that?"
"I don't know." Jeff sighed, sitting down on the edge of Randy's bed, "I just didn't want to talk about it."
Randy fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "I know the feeling." Oh shit, he realized as soon as he finished speaking that he had just said something he had never meant to reveal to Jeff.
Jeff's eyes widened and he looked up at Randy, "You know the feeling?"
Randy shook his head, "Never mind. Why are you here and not at home with Adam anyway?"
Jeff knew Randy was deliberately changing the subject, but that was ok. Him and Randy weren't especially close; he couldn't expect Randy to reveal all his secrets.
"I went home a couple of hours ago." Jeff said, frowning deeply, "I got into a big fight with Adam. We were screaming at each other and everything…"
"Did you tell him you know about him and Dave?" Randy asked, looking down at Jeff.
"No," Jeff continued, "He was so mad that I was out all day and night. And I couldn't take him being mad at me, you know? After what he did, he had no right to get mad at me!"
Randy nodded, but said nothing.
"So we started screaming at each other and then I left." Jeff snapped, "He's probably out fucking Batista right now…"
Randy started walking across the room, looking over his shoulder at Jeff, "You know what you and I both need right now?"
Jeff shook his head, wondering what Randy had up his sleeve. Across the room, situated against a wall, was a mini-fridge. Randy bent down and opened it swiftly. Jeff was only mildly surprised when he saw it was stocked full with various types of alcohol.
Randy looked back at him, "I don't know about you, but I really need a fucking drink after all this shit. You in?"
Jeff thought about it for a moment. God, a stiff drink would solve a lot of his problems right now—what he wanted more than anything was just to forget for a few hours. And alcohol would allow that. But, here was the Matt-voice again, drinking with Randy Orton may not be a very good idea… Then again, Jeff had been through hell the past twenty-four hours. He'd walked in on his boyfriend fucking another man, cheated on his boyfriend with Orton, lied to his brother, avoided Adam all day, lied to Adam, got into a damn screaming match with Adam… Fuck responsibility. Jeff wanted a damn drink.
"Pass me something strong." He said seriously.
"That's what I'm talking about." Randy smirked, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a large bottle of crystalline clear liquid.
Oh, fuck.
Jeff was laying on Orton's bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was giggling loudly, for Randy had just said something hilarious…strange thing though, he couldn't remember what it was. His head propped up against a soft, creamy pillow, Jeff held a bottle in his hand. Not bothering to sit up, he lifted the bottle and took a long swig out of it, cringing as the burning liquid sloshed down his throat. The room was buzzing around him, and he had to blink a couple of times to focus his eyes. His brain sure seemed to be acting real slowly…how many drinks had he had? How long had he and Randy been sitting here drinking themselves into oblivion?
"Randy…" Jeff slurred, his words merging together, "The room's spinnin…make it stop…"
"Stop drinkin and the room'll stop spinnin." Randy answered. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, a nearly-empty bottle in his hands. His words were just as slurred as Jeff, and he too could feel the room moving around him. Hell, it felt like the very ground beneath him was moving.
"Shuddup." Jeff giggled, lifting his bottle for another mouthful, "I'll stop drinkin when I want to…"
"Me too." Randy grinned stupidly and downed the rest of his liquor. Tossing the empty bottle to the floor, Randy stood up on shaky legs, wobbling back and forth. Holding his arms out for balance, he haphazardly started walking toward the bed. Stumbling over his own feet, he fell to his knees. Jeff laughed at him hysterically as Randy crawled toward the bed, laughing just as hard as Jeff.
"What're ya laughin at?" Randy chuckled, grabbing on to the side of the bed, hauling himself up into a half-standing position.
"You!" Jeff giggled, pointing at him, "You can't walk you're so drunk!"
"I ain't drunk…" Randy said, pulling himself onto the bed, "My feet just aren't workin…"
"Why not?" Jeff asked. This was serious after all; if Randy's feet wouldn't work how was he going to wrestle?
"I dunno." Randy turned over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, "Ask them."
"Hey." Jeff kicked out his leg, knocking Randy's feet with his own, "How come you won't work?"
They both fell silent, staring down at Randy's bare feet, waiting for an answer.
"They won't tell me." Jeff pouted, "I think they wanna keep it a secret. Your feet fucking suck."
"Hey!" Randy looked at him, blue eyes seeming to sparkle, "I like my feet!"
"Yeah, I like your feet too Randy." Jeff rolled over onto his stomach, propping his chin up on his hand as he smirked drunkenly, "I like all of you…"
He didn't really know why he did it. All he knew was that his brain didn't seem to be working properly and Randy was laying real close to him…and looking very attractive with no shirt on. Jeff reached out, tracing his fingers lightly across Randy's stomach.
"I like your abs Randy." Jeff giggled, sliding his hand upwards, "And I like your chest too…"
Jeff went to pull his hand away, but Randy reached out, grabbing Jeff by the wrist. He effortlessly pulled Jeff on top of him, pulling the smaller man against his body. They didn't say anything, Jeff just merely looked down at Randy, his green eyes lighting up. Without another word he leaned down and crushed his lips against Randy's. The kiss was rough and sloppy; they were drunk off their asses after all. Jeff shoved his tongue forward, probing into Randy's warm wet mouth. Randy let out a low growl and bit down on Jeff's bottom lip, his teeth scraping against the soft skin. Jeff moaned into the kiss and grinded his crotch against Randy, his hips moving slowly back and forth. He was straddling Randy completely now, and Randy moved his hands downward, one gripping Jeff's thigh tightly and the other cupping his ass, giving him a squeeze.
Jeff pulled back then, gasping for air.
"Fuck, you're pretty." Randy growled, nuzzling against Jeff's neck, smiling as Jeff mewled slightly. Randy kissed Jeff's neck, sucking on his throat, pausing to nip at it playfully before drawing his tongue against the sensitive skin. Jeff shivered from the feeling of Randy's warm tongue caressing his neck, and he placed his hands on Randy's chest, feeling all over. Randy soon pulled him in for another kiss, roughly pushing his tongue past Jeff's lips. Jeff whined lowly, feeling his cock begin to ache slightly. His damn jeans were hurting him…
Randy reached for Jeff's crotch, slowly undoing the belt Jeff had on. His fingertips brushing against the bulge in Jeff's pants, Randy pulled down the zipper. Without warning he playfully stuck his hand in Jeff's pants, his fingers rubbing seductively against Jeff's already stiff cock.
"Randy…" Jeff moaned, bucking his hips at Randy's skilled touch. The larger man merely smirked handsomely before gripping Jeff's hard cock in his hand, moving slowly up and down. Jeff cried out, the feeling of Randy's rough fingertips sliding against his dick was nearly too much.
"Randy," Jeff panted, grinding against the hardness between Randy's legs, "Need you now."
Randy released Jeff's cock and pushed him up lightly before reaching for his own pants. Both men quickly pulled their clothes off, and before Randy had a chance to react, Jeff was on top of him again, pushing against him, making him lie back down. Jeff was a sight: completely naked, cock stiffened and slicked with precum, his cheeks flushed from pleasure, eyes bright as he looked down at Randy…
"Fuck me, Jeff." Randy hissed, gripping onto Jeff's narrow hips tightly, "Now."
Jeff positioned himself over Randy, and slowly slid down. Groaning in pleasure and pain, he lowered himself down onto Randy's hard, thick cock. Randy gasped loudly as he impaled Jeff, and he began moaning as Jeff started moving his hips back and forth, sliding Randy's dick in and out of him. Randy dug his nails into Jeff's hips, growling as his cock thrust in and out of Jeff. Jeff cried out as Randy began hitting that pleasure spot, and he bucked harder and faster than before, sweat slickening his body.
"So fuckin' tight!" Randy groaned, his cock nearly bursting from pleasure as Jeff moved against him.
"You like that baby?" Jeff smirked, looking down at Randy. Randy responded by reaching forward, his hand wrapping around Jeff's forgotten cock. Pumping quickly, he moved his hand in sync with each of his thrusts, his fingers sliding easily across the smooth skin of Jeff's cock. Jeff cried out then, his hips thrusting wilding as Randy pounded against his prostate and worked his hand over his cock.
"Fuck…Randy…" Jeff mewled, his face flushed red from pleasure. The friction of Randy's hand against his cock was unbelievable! He rocked harder then ever against Randy, the heat building up between his legs almost unbearable. Randy panted loudly, groaning. Fuck, Jeff was so tight and warm around his dick! Suddenly Jeff let out a high pitched moan, and he came, his hot cum splattering against Randy's lower stomach as Jeff's body shook from the orgasm. In a few seconds, Randy let out a moan too, cumming inside Jeff's tight ass, thrusting into him until he was spent.
Panting loudly, Jeff collapsed on top of Randy. The room was still spinning, in fact the only thing that remained still was the firm, hard body beneath him. They lay there for a few minutes, both totally silent as they tried to catch their breath. After a moment, Jeff looked up slightly, his red hair swinging in his face.
"Randy…" Jeff smiled stupidly up at the larger man, "Randy, we did something baaaad." He stretched out the last word, giggling drunkenly. Without warning Randy wrapped his thick, strong arms around Jeff, pulling their naked bodies tightly against each other.
"Jeff…you're real pretty." Randy's words were so strung together that Jeff almost had a hard time understanding him, "Jeff…I like fucking you."
Jeff laughed cutely, his pearly white teeth flashing. Tilting his chin up, he lightly kissed Randy on the Jaw, murmuring lowly, "I like fucking you too Randy. But now were all sticky and sweaty…"
Randy sighed, but his arms remained around Jeff's small body, "I guess we should take a shower."
Reluctantly, Jeff rolled out of Randy's arms, flipping over to his back on the other side of the bed. Rolling turned out to be a bad idea, because as soon as he did it he could feel the world spinning around him. His brain was starting to feel like mush from all the damn spinning and moving. He tried to shake his head to stop the spinning, but that only made it worse. It actually made his eyes hurt, there was so much spinning. Looking to his side, Jeff watched as Randy tried to stand up. To Jeff's surprise, he was successful, and he started to make his way across the room toward the shower.
Watching Randy's tan, muscular, naked body strut away from him gave Jeff a very good idea. Swinging his legs over the bed, he attempted to stand up. His legs felt like jelly, and the very ground beneath him seemed to be swaying. Concentrating as hard as he could in his drunken state, Jeff tried to put one foot in front of the other. He stumbled quite a bit, but he somehow managed to make it into the bathroom. The water was already running, and Randy seemed to have already stepped in to the water. Pulling back the shower door, Jeff weakly stepped in.
Randy was facing the other way, and he let out a cry of surprise as the naked Jeff wrapped his arms around him from behind. Suddenly, Jeff let out a hiss of pain.
"Damn Randy…" Jeff slurred, holding on to Randy to keep from falling down, "How hot is this water? It's like lava…shit, I think you have lava coming out of your shower!"
Randy turned around, reaching out to grab Jeff by the arms so he wouldn't fall. It didn't work, because at the sudden movement Jeff fell forward, his arms attempting to wrap around Randy's waist.
"Whoa there," Randy laughed as Jeff hung on to him, "You are so fucking drunk…"
"So?" Jeff grinned, nuzzling against Randy's tight, warm, wet stomach, "Your drunk too."
The hot water cascaded across their naked bodies, and Randy couldn't help but be struck by how sexy Jeff looked leaning against him, droplets coating his small body.
"Randy…" Jeff grinned up at him, his green eyes flashing, "Your giving me that look."
"What look?" Randy asked.
"That look where you want to fuck me." Jeff giggled, "But I can't…"
"Why not?" Randy looked down at Jeff, wondering why he would say no.
"Because I think I'm about to pass out." It was true. Standing in the shower, Jeff was starting to see dark spots in his vision, and his hearing was becoming real fuzzy.
Even though he was drunk out of his mind, Randy knew he needed to get Jeff to the bed, quick. He didn't want Jeff to hurt himself by passing out and falling on to the ground. Reaching down, Randy wrapped on arm under Jeff's legs and the other under his shoulders. Effortlessly, he scooped up the smaller man bridal-style and walked out of the shower after quickly turning off the water. They hadn't gotten to bathe much, but at least they'd rinsed off all the stickiness.
Striding across the room, Randy focused very hard on not tripping over his own feet. That turned out to be quite the challenge, especially since the carpet beneath his feet was moving back and forth like waves of water. He somehow made it to the bed though, and as gently as he could he laid Jeff down. They were both still soaking wet, but Randy figured they were both way too drunk to care. As soon as Jeff hit the mattress he curled up cutely and fell asleep. Or lost consciousness…Randy couldn't really tell. The important part was that Jeff was comfortable.
Randy could feel his own eyelids growing heavy, so he lay down next to Jeff and quickly fell into a deep sleep.