Jeff lay in the darkness, completely silent and lost in thought. He had woken up about twenty minutes ago to a grumbling stomach, and since then he had been unable to get back to sleep. Randy was on his back, dead to the world, and had one strong arm pulling Jeff up against his naked body. Jeff was curled up against the warm body next to him, and he had rested his head against Randy's wide chest, breathing in the purely masculine scent that was Randy Orton. He liked snuggling up to Randy, because he was warm, and soft, and comfortable… He wanted to just fall asleep next to the Legend Killer, but his stomach was begging for food and the ache was growing worse with each passing minute.
Thin white sheets clung to their bodies, and there was a cool draft coming in through the AC…but Jeff didn't care. Randy was so warm he didn't need any blankets. Tilting his head up slightly, Jeff gazed at the larger man as he slept on. Randy was incredibly handsome, even in sleep. He had a strong jaw, lovely dark, tan skin… And his eyes. Even though they were closed now, Jeff could picture those startlingly blue eyes. Snuggled up in the bed, Jeff sighed deeply, trying to rid himself of those ridiculous thoughts. He had cheated on his boyfriend again, and here he was thinking about how pretty Randy's eyes were. Damn, he really needed to get his priorities straightened out…
He didn't really know what to make of last night. He could've pretty easily found somewhere else to stay the night, but no, he just had to stay with Randy Orton…of all people. It was bad enough that he cheated on Adam once with Randy. That was revenge, but this second time…this time he'd done it because…because he wanted to. Oh, sure, he could blame it on the fact that they were both drunk off their asses…but the truth was, Jeff knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to have sex with Randy…god, he'd really wanted it. He was pretty sure Randy wanted it too…judging by the way he moaned while Jeff was on top of him.
No, Jeff shook his head a little, clenching his eyes shut. He could not think about Randy moaning while he was on top of him…it made him twitch too much. And if he got himself all riled up who knows what he and Randy might do when Randy woke up…
Cuddling up next to Randy, Jeff sighed. There was a dull throb in his head that he was sure was going to turn into a full-blown headache…and his stomach was twisting and churning from all the booze last night. If he didn't get some food in him soon, he was probably going to end up pretty sick… He thought about waking Randy up, but he wasn't sure if he really wanted to do that. After all, he wasn't exactly sure what Randy had been thinking last night…he might've just wanted sex…he might become annoyed when he wakes up and discovers that Jeff is still there.
Jeff frowned deeply, what if Randy just—
Suddenly, an annoyingly loud knock came at the door. It startled Jeff so much that he jumped a little, green eyes widening. Who the hell would be bothering Randy so early in the morning? Did he have another lover Jeff didn't know about? For some reason, the thought that Randy might be sleeping with someone else really bothered Jeff…which was ridiculous, because he and Randy weren't even dating. Hell, Jeff was dating Adam for god's sake! He had no right to be jealous if Randy was seeing someone else.
The knocking came again, and this time it was louder, more persistent. And whoever was knocking seemed to be grumbling loudly. For a moment, an ice cold chill went up Jeff's spine, and he wondered if perhaps Matt or Adam had found out… No. That wasn't possible. No one knew he was staying with Randy…how could Matt or Adam possibly know?
The knocking came for a third time, and this time it was so loud the entire door shook. Suddenly, Jeff could feel Randy's body stirring beneath him. Letting out a groan, Randy turned on his side, pulling Jeff into his embrace. But he didn't open his eyes, he merely hugged the naked Jeff against him, his thick arms encircling Jeff's much smaller body. For a moment, Jeff considered just curling up in Randy's arms and snuggling himself back to sleep…he loved the feeling of Randy holding him, especially since they were both naked and Randy's skin was so soft…
The door shook violently, and this time Jeff was sure he heard someone cursing loudly.
He sighed and lightly poked Randy in the ribs, grinning when the bigger man recoiled slightly. It seemed Randy was a bit ticklish…
"Randy," Jeff murmured, poking him again, "There's someone at the door…"
Randy let out an annoyed growl and pulled Jeff against him, nuzzling up against Jeff's neck. Jeff squeaked slightly as Randy's warm breath tickled below his ear, but he wasn't about to give up.
"I don't think they're going to go away." Jeff persisted.
"Dun…care…" Randy mumbled, his lips moving against Jeff's throat, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"Do you want me to get it?" Jeff asked, trying to ignore the soft scraping of Randy's lips against his skin.
"No…" Randy said, "Stay…here…"
"I'm going to answer it, ok?" Jeff asked.
Randy let out a sleepy groan of protest, but he rolled over onto his back again, releasing Jeff from his arms. The whole time he kept his eyes shut, seemingly determined to keep on sleeping. Jeff sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching his arms slightly as he stood up. Almost immediately the room swayed around him…and he had to stick out his arms to keep from falling over. Damn, Jeff thought as he reached for the ground and scooped up his jeans, he must've drunk a lot more then he thought… Not even bothering to try and find his boxers, Jeff slipped the pants on, hurriedly zipping them up as he strode across the room toward the door.
Heart beating in anxiety, he pulled the door open, curious as to see who would be bothering Randy so early in the morning.
"Finally! It's about time you—"
Jeff's eyes widened in surprise. Standing before him was none other the John Cena. Well, Jeff thought, that was not who he had been expecting… John seemed equally surprised to see Jeff, because his blue eyes grew wide, and his mouth dropped open slightly.
"Uh…hey John." Jeff stuttered weakly.
"Jeff." John nodded his greeting, "Um…is Randy around?"
"Oh…yeah…" Jeff reached up, running his fingers through his bright hair, "He's…kinda still sleeping."
John looked over Jeff's shoulders, his pale eyes narrowing, "Hey! You lazy ass…get the fuck out of bed!"
Randy lifted his hand, middle finger in the air. John growled angrily and quickly pushed past Jeff, striding toward Randy with an angry look in his eyes.
"You lazy bastard." John hissed, looking down at the still sleeping Randy, "I told you we were going to breakfast today!"
Randy mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, burying his face into the white pillow. John wasn't one to give up, however. Reaching out, he grabbed the white pillow and ripped out from beneath Randy's head. Randy let out a yelp of surprise as his head fell onto the mattress, but his eyes remained shut as he refused to wake up.
"Fucking asshole…" John grumbled, "Hey, wake up!" Without warning he smacked the pillow against Randy's head, a handsome grin crossing the Champ's face as Randy hissed in pain and anger.
"Would you just get the fuck out of here?" Randy snarled angrily, curling up in the bed, "I'm fucking tired…"
"I don't give a fuck!" John said, "I'm not going to breakfast by myself because you're too fucking stupid to remember we were going out and too fucking lazy to get your ass out of bed!"
"You're a big boy…" Randy answered, "Go by yourself!"
"Fuck you! You said you would go with me!" John growled back, gripping the pillow, ready to strike Randy again.
"Well I'm tired damn it!" Randy groaned, "Come back in two hours and I'll go with you—"
"I'm hungry now, bitch!" Cena smashed the pillow back down on Randy's head, laughing when the Legend Killed finally opened his ocean blue eyes, glaring at John angrily.
"You hit me one more time and I'm going to—" Randy began, looking up at John.
"I'll go with you, John."
Both John and Randy looked up, equally surprised looks on their faces. For a moment, both had forgotten Jeff was in the room, and when he piped up, offering to go with John, they had been very, very surprised. Jeff was twirling a piece of his red hair across his finger, looking over at John and Randy sheepishly. He didn't really know why he offered to go with John…after all, they didn't really know each other very well. But damn it, he was hungry and Randy was sleepy, and John needed somebody to go with…so it worked out for all of them, right?
"I-I mean, you know," Jeff stammered, looking down at the floor, "If y-you don't mind John. I'm kinda hungry…"
"Nah," John shook his head, "It's fine, it's cool. You're probably better company then this dumbass anyway." He jerked his thumb, pointing at Randy.
"Fuck you." Randy growled, "Now can you give me my damn pillow back?"
John smirked and threw it at him, turning to face Jeff, "We'll just go to catering, I guess."
"Yeah, ok." Reaching down, Jeff scooped a black shirt off the ground. He wasn't really sure if it was his or Randy's, but it didn't really matter. It smelled clean, and that was the important part. Tugging it on, he walked across the room and slipped his shoes on. The shirt was a little loose…definitely Randy's. Oh well, Jeff thought, Randy seemed to already be falling back to sleep…he probably wouldn't care if Jeff took his shirt.
Jeff turned toward John, forcing a smile, "Ready?"
Matt Hardy woke not to the sound of his alarm clock, as he expected, but to a loud knocking on the door. Grumbling a little, he sat up in his bed, stretching his arms out as he yawned silently. He glanced over at his clock, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Nearly ten…not all that early. Sighing deeply, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, quickly walking across the room toward the door. It had to be either Adam or Jeff…they were the only ones who would bother him at this time.
Reaching for the door handle, he slowly pulled the door open, peering out warily.
"Hey Matt." Adam Copeland stood before him…and he didn't look good, to say the least. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark bags underneath them. His hair was a mess, and the clothes he was wearing looked rather wrinkled…beyond that, he also had a deep frown set across his face. His eyes were also narrowed unhappily.
"Jeez…" Adam looked him up and down, "Why don't you get dressed before answering the door?"
Matt looked down at himself. He was wearing gym shorts…and Adam had seen him shirtless plenty of times before. Why the hell would he make such a big deal out of it now? He even seemed to be blushing a little bit…
"Have you…have you seen Jeff?" Adam ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor.
"You've got to be kidding me…" Matt groaned, "You lost him again?"
"I didn't lose him!" Adam said indignantly, scowling deeply, "He just…n-never came home last night."
"Ah shit…" Matt sighed angrily, reaching up to rub his eyes tiredly, "You might as well come in."
Adam strode in slowly, making his way over to the messy bed. With a breathy sigh, he plopped down on the mattress, burying his face in his hands.
"You ok?" Matt looked down at him sympathetically.
"Ok?" Adam's hazel eyes stared at him, full of anger, "My goddamn boyfriend ditched me two nights in a row…won't answer any of my phone calls…I have no idea where he's at…and you ask me if I'm ok?"
"Ok, ok…" Matt held up his hands defensively, "Point taken. He was with Mark last time, he's probably with them again."
"That's not the point!" Adam growled, "He left last night, didn't tell me where he was going, stayed out all night, didn't bother to call me this morning…"
"Why did he leave last night?" Matt asked, looking down at Adam suspiciously.
"I…uh, we…" Adam gazed at the ground sheepishly, "We got into a big fight…and, uh, w-we started yelling at each other. It got pretty bad."
Matt sighed and sat down next to Adam, "I don't know what's going on with Jeff. He did ditch you all day yesterday…you have every right to be upset with him. He's acting strange…I could of sworn he was lying to me yesterday, but then Mark told me it was the truth."
"Mark…" Adam's eyes darkened, "I don't believe him. Jeff always calls when he stays with Mark."
"So what do you want to do Adam?" Matt asked, "To be honest, I'm pretty pissed at Jeff. Little son of a bitch is making us get all worried about him again…"
"Let's go talk to Mark." Adam stood up, "Come with me. If Jeff's there he might be more agreeable when he sees you."
"Jeff agreeable? Right…" Matt rolled his eyes. His little brother really knew how to hold a grudge, and it was likely Adam was going feel the ramifications of their fight for a long time.
He pulled on a white t-shirt and wordlessly he and Adam stepped out to walk to Mark's room. Matt couldn't help but watch Adam out of the corner of his eye. The tall blonde looked tired—haggard, even. Hell, he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep. As they walked across the ugly hotel carpet he seemed to be dragging his feet…like every step Adam took was a huge effort on his part. He looked pretty upset too, poor guy was probably worrying his ass off over Jeff. Matt normally took up for his brother, but even he had to admit that Jeff's behavior was unacceptable. Sure, Jeff was always a little irresponsible, but now he was just being downright stupid. He scared the shit out of Adam by staying out all night, ditched Adam the next day, got into a fight with Adam, and then stays out all night again? Matt was sure he'd be just as upset as Adam if Jeff was his boyfriend.
Funny, Matt thought as he and Adam stepped into the elevator, just over six months ago he still hated Adam. How could he not? The bastard had stolen the girl Matt was so sure he had been in love with… But then Jeff confessed that he had a crush on Adam. Matt had flipped a shit when Jeff told him, hell, he refused to speak to his younger brother for almost a week. It got even worse when he found out Jeff and Adam were dating…he was ready to strangle Copeland. But of course, Jeff came crying to him, begged him to give Adam a chance, and—like always—Matt couldn't say no to Jeff. He started tolerating Copeland, and after he and Jeff had been together for a month, Matt discovered that he was actually starting to like Adam again. Ever since then he and Adam had grown closer and closer. By now Matt would willingly admit that Adam was probably one of his best friends.
Matt wasn't the only one deep in thought as the elevator moved down two floors.
Adam was staring at the ground, thinking hard about everything that was happening to him. He was pissed as hell at Jeff… He'd stayed at Batista's for over two hours. Adam had been shocked when he returned home and Jeff was still out…he'd expected the younger Hardy to come crying home, begging for forgiveness and demanding an apology. Adam stayed up till nearly three in the morning waiting for Jeff, but of course, he never came. He had no idea where his boyfriend stayed the night, but the fact that he'd done this two nights in a row made Adam feel really uneasy. In fact, he had begun to seriously doubt that Jeff ever stayed at Mark's…