"Do you think he's cheating on me?"

It was a simple question, really. But when Adam—who was sitting on his bed, face buried in his hands—asked it, Matt found he really didn't want to answer. They had made their way back up to Adam's room silence, and Adam immediately collapsed on his bed, running his fingers through his blonde hair. Matt stood next to the bed, frowning deeply. Adam looked like he was about to start crying any second, and Matt felt terrible for him. His little brother was being a real jackass, and he was breaking Addy's heart in the process.

Matt had no idea what was going through Jeff's mind. First his brother disappeared for a whole night, then he lied to his boyfriend and him, then he disappeared for a second night, and then they walk in on him eating with Cena! Jeff doesn't even talk to Cena! They've never even hung out before—or so Matt had thought. They looked pretty friendly this morning, in fact, Jeff looked like nothing was wrong at all when he was with Cena. That had been what really infuriated Matt: here he and Adam were, practically ready to kill someone over the stress Jeff was causing, and Jeff has the nerve to go out to eat with another man—John Cena, of all people.

"Well…" Matt sighed, reaching up and rubbing his eyes. He really didn't want to answer Adam's question.

"Be honest with me, Matt." Adam said, looking up at Matt with sad eyes, "Do you think he's cheating on me?"

Was Jeff cheating on Adam? He was refusing to tell them where he was the past two nights…and if it was someone they were ok with, why would he hide it? Matt loved his brother very much, but when Adam looked at him with tears about ready to burst from his eyes, Matt couldn't help but feel like punching his brother in the teeth. Addy was hurting real bad…and it was all because of Jeff.

"Yeah," Matt said slowly, biting his bottom lip, "I…I think he might be."

Adam hung his head, "Yeah, I think so too."

"But," Matt spoke quickly, "I don't think it's with Cena."

"Me either." Adam sniffed, rubbing his nose, "I just…who could it be? I can't…I can't think of anyone who'd…you know…"

"I don't know Adam." Matt looked down at him with pity, "I can't think of anybody either."

"I just don't get it." Adam clenched his fists, "Is he not happy with me? What…what did I do wrong? Does he not like me anymore? Did he find someone better looking?"

"Adam." Matt sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around the blonde, "Who knows what's going through Jeff's mind right now. You can't blame yourself for this…especially since you still don't really know what's going on."

"Yeah, you're right." Adam nodded, sniffling some more, "I need to talk to him one on one."

Matt stood up, dusting off his shirt a bit, "I'll get going then. That way, when Jeff comes back, you guys can have some time to talk."

Matt turned to leave, his heavy footsteps traveling toward the door.

"Hey Matt?" Adam's voice was soft.

"Yeah?" The brunette turned around, his dark eyes softening as he looked down at the distraught Canadian.

"Thanks." Adam's voice was quiet.

Matt gave him a little smile and quickly walked out the door.

As soon as Matt was out of sight, Adam buried his face in his hands again. Fuck…this was awful. He'd done a lot of cheating in his day…but it'd never been done on him before. It felt terrible…knowing his boyfriend was probably out doing another man. God, he'd never known how awful it felt!

He didn't love Jeff. Not really. Sure, he cared about the younger Hardy a lot, but love? No, not really. He knew Jeff had been smitten with him…and maybe that was another reason he turned to Batista. He knew Jeff liked him a lot more then he liked Jeff. But that didn't stop Jeff's infidelity from hurting, no, not at all. He thought Jeff cared for him…but here he was, running around behind Adam's back. Then again…isn't that what Adam had been doing all along? He claimed to care about Jeff…but he was hurting Jeff just as bad as Jeff was hurting him.

Either way, Adam knew one thing: being cheated on really, really sucked…even if you weren't in love with the person. He had to fix things. First and foremost: he needed to break off his thing with Batista. If he had any chance with Jeff, he needed to make sure there would be nothing holding him back. Besides, he liked Batista much less then Jeff. Honestly, Dave had become a little rough with him lately, and Adam wasn't liking it at all. Now was the perfect time to end things so that he and Jeff could start fresh. That is, if he even wanted to. If Jeff really did cheat on Adam…well, Adam didn't think he could stay with him. Either way, he needed to call off his 'relationship' with Batista.

He picked up his phone, dialing Dave's number quickly.

"Hey Dave? Look, I think you should come over. We need to talk."

Jeff and John remained in complete silence for the entire elevator ride. Jeff's whimpering and crying returned though, as the doors opened and they stepped out to the fifth floor. John reached out and wrapped his bulging arm around Jeff again, feeling a wave of pity overcome him. The poor Hardy was bawling his eyes out; fresh, clear tears spilling from his emerald optics every few seconds. Every time he seemed like he might start letting up, a new round of sobs would wrack his body, and Jeff would continue his wailing.

Even though he didn't know either of the Hardy's that well, Cena couldn't help but feel sorry for Jeff. The poor kid's brother just called him a slut…and everyone knew how much Jeff looked up to Matt. His older brother calling him a slut must've really hurt Jeff. They were incredibly close, after all. Even for brothers. Cena couldn't help but be pissed at how Matt was handling the situation…there was no way the older Hardy knew Adam had cheated on Jeff first. If he did, he would've never defended Copeland and attacked Jeff the way he did. That's what really got John all riled up…Adam had the nerve to accuse Jeff of sleeping around when he was the one giving up his ass to Dave Batista for God's sake!

Cena didn't even bother to knock when they finally made it to room 512. He simply pushed the door open roughly and steered Jeff in. Randy was awake, thank goodness. He was sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, but as soon as he saw John's grim frown and Jeff's watering eyes, he stood up, his face contorting into a look of alarm.

"What the hell?" Randy frowned deeply, extremely confused, "What happened?"

Neither one answered. Cena released Jeff, letting his thick arm fall to the ground, and Jeff let out a sort of mewling cry before rushing forward into Randy. Randy's eyes widened as the smaller Hardy wrapped his arms around Orton's waist, crying harder then ever. Randy looked up, over Jeff's shoulders, meeting John's eyes.

"What the fuck is going on?" Randy demanded, giving John a hard look as Jeff clutched to Randy's stomach.

"We…uh," John scowled deeply, "We ran into Matt and Adam at breakfast."

"Oh." Randy looked down at Jeff. The Enigma continued crying, burying his face against Randy. Honestly, the Viper didn't really know how to react. His first instinct when Jeff grabbed a hold of him was to panic. He was definitely not good in these types of situations; he wasn't exactly the comforting type. But—despite how uncomfortable he was—he didn't move and allowed Hardy to keep holding onto him. Jeff was really, really upset, and when Randy saw how badly he was crying, all he wanted to do was go hurt whoever it was that was making Jeff hurt so badly.

"Come on, Jeff." Randy backed up a bit, his thick muscles contorting under his tan skin as he gently sat back down on the bed, taking Jeff with him. Hardy sat down willingly, but he kept his arms around Randy, not wanting to let go.

"What the hell happened?" Randy looked up at John, his blue eyes narrowing with anger.

"Well," John sighed tiredly, "Adam and Matt…they didn't react very well, to say the least."

Randy scowled deeply. He expected as much, judging by the way Jeff was acting. Reaching up, he tenderly wrapped his inked arms around Jeff, pulling the smaller man into a loose embrace. He looked back up at John again, nodding for the Champ to continue.

"Adam came up and he was pissed." Cena continued, his face set in a deep frown, "He accused Jeff of sleeping with me. I guess it is pretty suspicious that we were at breakfast together…"

Randy merely nodded. Jeff had never gone home last night…and Adam walked in on him and Cena eating breakfast together? Anybody would put two and two together on that one.

"Matt was real mad too." Cena went on, "Him and Adam yelled at Jeff. I tried to get them to tune it down, but they weren't listening to me at all. And then Matt…well, he said some bad stuff to Jeff."

Randy nodded once again and tilted his head down. Reaching up, he gripped Jeff lightly by the chin, gently titling Jeff's head up so that his green eyes were looking into Randy's.

"Jeff…" Randy spoke softly, far softer then most would think him capable of, "What did Matt say?"

"He…" Jeff sniffed, his cheeks wet with tears, "He called me a…a s-slut."

Hardy bowed his head at that, his fiery red hair falling across his face. Randy scowled deeply; he knew—hell, everyone knew—how close the Hardy brothers were. Jeff looked up to his older brother so much…it devastated him anytime his Matty was angry with him. And Matt calling him a slut? No wonder Jeff had been bawling his eyes out. He cared so much for his older brother.

"H-he's right." Jeff whispered, "I…I am b-being a slut."

"Jeff." Randy growled, his blue eyes blazing like fire, "Adam's the one who cheated on you first. That fucker brought this on himself—"

"That d-doesn't mean what I'm doing is right." Jeff shook his head, his eyes clenching shut as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Jeff…" Cena walked over and sat down on the other side of the younger Hardy brother, "Yes, maybe what you're doing isn't right. But that doesn't make you a bad person. You walked in on your boyfriend having sex with another man, so you went out and did the same. You know what? Most people would understand that. A lot of people would react that way, and a lot of people would react even worse." Cena finished with a long, hard look at Randy.

"But…but Matty's right." Jeff looked up, lip trembling, "I'm sleepin' around on my boyfriend…"

"And he's sleeping around on you." John finished, "You guys don't exactly have the healthiest relationship right now."

Jeff sighed, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion, "I…I don't know what to do."

Randy and Cena exchanged blue-eyed looks. "What do you mean?" Cena asked after seeing that Randy was keeping his mouth shut.

"I d-don't know what to do about Adam." Jeff continued, "He's knows I cheated on him. I just know it. And he cheated on me…"

"Well," Cena asked, "Do you want to try to work things out?"

"I…" Jeff bit his bottom lip cutely, "I don't know. He'll kill me once he finds out about Randy…but I don't have anywhere else to go. Matty's going to be so mad at me."

"You can stay with me." Randy blushed a little bit at the surprised looks he got from both Cena and Jeff, "What? What is it?"

"Nothing." Cena grinned a little, "You just never let guys stay with you."

"You don't have to R-Randy." Jeff looked up at the taller man, "I know we just had…um, you know. One night stands. I d-don't…I don't expect you to…to help me or nothing."

Randy flushed at that, his sky blue eyes staring at the floor. Cena looked at him expectantly, grinning cheekily at his best friend.

"What're you smiling about?" Randy growled, scowling at Cena.

Cena merely smirked.

"Fine, fine." Randy sighed deeply, his eyes finding the carpet again, "Maybe…maybe I kinda like you."

Jeff actually smiled at that, his eyes brightening immediately.

"Just kinda?" Cena smirked cockily.

"Fine!" Randy's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, "Maybe I do like you."

"Just maybe?" John's grin got even wider, if that was possible.

"Don't push me, Cena." Randy flexed his arms threateningly, "I can and will RKO you into next week."

"Randy…" John stood up, "You've never been able to scare me. What makes you think now's going to be any different?"

"So." Jeff sighed, the tears finally stopping, "I guess I should break up with Adam, huh?"

"Yeah, that's probably best if you're going to be living with Randy." John nodded seriously, "I mean, we all know what you two do when you're left alone together for too long…somehow, I don't think Adam would be cool with that."

Jeff and Randy both blushed at that, but Jeff giggled slightly, glad to be feeling a bit happier. Jeff stood up, stretching his arms a bit, the action lifting his dark shirt a bit so that a vulgar bit of his abs was showing. Randy couldn't help but stare, and Cena was soon smirking again, finding it very funny that Jeff had such a strong effect of the Legend Killer.

"Thanks for makin' me feel better." Jeff smiled softly, "I'm going to go talk to Adam. I'm sure he's up in our room by now… Ima have to get some skittles on the way, make myself feel better."

Jeff left then, his small frame disappearing behind the door as he walked out into the hallway.

"So." The Champ looked down at the Viper, his sapphire eyes sparkling, "Randy Orton and Jeff Hardy."

"Were not dating, John." Randy rolled his eyes.

"No…just fucking and living together." Cena chuckled, "You think he's going to tell Copeland it was you he cheated on him with?"

"No." Randy shook his head, "He doesn't want drama. That's why he hasn't told anyone about Batista."

"I don't know why…" Cena looked thoughtful, "I mean, if he did, everyone would be on his side."

"Not if they knew he was fucking me." Randy replied darkly, "Nobody'd be cool with that."

"How is that anyway?" John was smirking again, flashing his white teeth.

"How's what?" Randy frowned in confusion.

John smiled, "The fucking."

"Oh…dude," Randy leaned back, a handsome, arrogant smirk crossing his face, "You don't even know."

John laughed, "I can guess. Half the locker room would fuck Jeff Hardy any day of the week… I mean, he does have a sweet ass."

"Hey," Orton threw one of the white hotel pillows at John, "Don't get any ideas."

"I thought you weren't dating." John huffed as he caught the fluffy pillow, "Besides, he's not my type."

"You have a type?" Randy laughed.

"Yeah I don't really go for those super twinks." John said, reaching up and running his hand through his short hair, "I like them a little more macho. Like with some muscles and stuff."

"Like me?" Randy lifted his right arm, flexing his bicep pompously.

"Yeah kinda like—" Cena's face scrunched up in disgust, "Ew! No, not like you! Yuck."

"Hey!" Orton sat up a bit, indignant, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Most people think I'm pretty good looking!"

John rolled his bright eyes, "Yeah but doing you would be like doing my brother. Besides, you bitch too much."

"I swear to God Cena," Randy growled, "I'm going to RKO your face into the ground one of these days."

"Your mouth is moving, but all I hear is bitch, bitch, bitch." Cena ducked as another poofy pillow was thrown at him.

"I wonder how Jeff's doing." Randy said thoughtfully, "It ain't easy breaking up with somebody."

"He'll be ok." Cena answered, "I think you should be more worried about whether or not he tells Adam you were the one he was fucking."

"Alright…" Randy sighed, "But if he isn't back in forty-five minutes, we're going to get him."

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