Shawn and Hunter sat on the couch, side by side. The couch was a large leather thing, probably very expensive, and they both agreed it was probably the most comfortable couch they had ever seen in a hotel. The whole set up of the room was actually nice: there was a bathroom with a walk-in shower and a full tub, a small living room with the nice couch and a mid-size TV, a kitchenette with a mini-fridge (loaded with booze of course) and a microwave, and of course there was the bedroom which housed a king sized bed. Sitting in the living room, Hunter and Shawn were watching some silly sitcom or another on the TV, but neither one were paying much attention, for they had gotten into a serious discussion.
"I'm telling you, Shawn," Hunter grumbled, "Spiderman has super agility and strength! Batman doesn't have any of that!"
"Yes, and that's what makes him awesome!" Shawn growled, his blue eyes flashing at Hunter, "He doesn't have any powers but he can still kick ass just as good as any of the other super heroes!"
They had gotten into the discussion after seeing a commercial for some Spiderman action figures. Hunter had proclaimed that Spiderman was the greatest superhero ever, and that's when Shawn told him that Batman could kick Spiderman's ass any day of the week. Of course, that had started a heated debate between the two. After all, though they were the best of friends and even lovers, Shawn and Hunter argued over everything imaginable.
"Batman's just some emo guy that happens to be good at martial arts." Hunter continued, throwing his hands in the air dramatically, "What's so special about him?"
"He's special enough to have a sidekick!" Shawn sneered, "Did Spiderman ever have a sidekick? No—because he's not cool enough to get one!"
"Spiderman doesn't have a sidekick because he doesn't need one!" Hunter hissed back, scowling deeply at the Showstopper, "Batman's bitch ass can't get anything done unless he's got someone helping him!"
"Batman's not a bitch!" Shawn pushed Hunter in the chest, "He's rich and he gets all the girls he wants! Spiderman's just a stupid nerd!"
"Spiderman still gets the hot redhead!" Hunter pushed Shawn, the strength of the larger man causing the Heartbreak Kid to nearly fall off the couch.
"Yeah well Batman has the Batmobile!" Shawn slapped Hunter across the chest, laughing as the huge man howled in pain.
"You bitch! That hurt!" Hunter tenderly rubbed his stinging chest, "I'm so going to—"
The door swung open suddenly, and Jeff Hardy came rushing in, bawling his eyes out. The poor kid looked like someone had told him he was adopted, he was crying so hard. Hunter immediately panicked, standing up and holding his hands out, not really sure how to deal with the sobbing Hardy. Shawn on the other hand, squealed and jumped off the couch, rushing forward and putting his arm around Jeff. Saying things like 'Oh poor thing!' and 'Jeffy, what's wrong?' Shawn steered Jeff toward the couch, sitting them both down slowly. The wailing boy buried his face into Shawn chest, his fiery red bun mussing slightly as he held on to Shawn.
"Jeffy what's wrong?" Shawn cooed, holding on to Jeff tightly, his blue eyes sparkling with pity.
"Jesus Christ, kid." Hunter frowned, looking down at the two, "The world ain't ending."
"You shut up!" Shawn hissed over Jeff's shoulder.
"Alright, alright." Hunter rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "Jeez…bite my head off, will you."
"Jeffy," Shawn pulled away for a second, looking down at Jeff warmly, "What's wrong?"
"I…I broke up with Addy…" Jeff's shoulders heaved as he continued crying, "And him and Matt are so mad at me and they called me a whore and—"
"Alright!"
The door to the bathroom burst open, and Mark stepped out wearing nothing but a pair of shorts around his waist. His eyes were wide with anger, and there seemed to be a vein throbbing in his forehead. His black hair slick with water, he appeared to have just stepped out of the shower.
"What the fuck is all the commotion—" He froze suddenly, upon seeing Jeff's soaking eyes, "Ah fuck, who am I going to have to kill?"
"It's Adam and Matt." Shawn scowled at Mark, "They're mad at him and called him a whore. I told you not to tell them you lied! I told you!"
"He did tell you." Hunter nodded seriously.
"Shut up Hunter." Mark frowned even deeper, feeling a bit guilty as he looked down at Jeff's crying form, "Damn…I'm sorry Jeff."
"It's ok, Mark." Jeff whispered, his face scrunched up from the effort of crying, "They're just being big dicks to me…"
"Maybe you should go talk to Adam," Mark suggested, "See if you can work things out."
"I don't want to work things out." Jeff muttered, looking down at the floor.
"Oh no…" Mark's eyes suddenly went wide, "Don't tell me…oh fuck Jeff please don't tell me you're getting with Orton…"
"Wait…" Hunter's brown eyes widened as well, "Jeff and Randy…? When the hell did this happen?"
"If Jeff wants to be with Randy," Shawn said, giving Mark a hard, blue-eyed stare, "Then that's his decision. He's an adult, he can do what he—"
"Orton is bad fucking news!" Mark snarled, glaring at Shawn, "He's not good for you Jeff! That fucker does nothing but cause trouble! How could you want to be with him, of all people?"
"Randy isn't that bad." Hunter replied, his own brown eyes going hard all of a sudden.
Mark scowled deeply. He had forgotten that Hunter and Randy used to be pretty close, back when Randy was still pretty new to wrestling. Hunter had a soft spot for Randy just like he, Mark, had a soft spot for Jeff. There had been a while, actually, where the two had been nearly inseparable. But as the years went on and Randy became a more prominent WWE star, he and Hunter had drifted apart. However, judging by the look Hunter was giving Mark, he obviously still cared for the Viper, even if they weren't as close as they used to be.
"He's not as bad as everyone thinks." Hunter continued, bulging arms still crossed in front of him, his biceps nearly tearing through the red shit he was wearing.
"T-that's what I tried to tell you, Mark." Jeff protested, looking up at the Deadman with his big, green eyes, "I…I like him."
"Jeff…" Mark sighed, "You may think this is right, but Randy Orton is not a good guy. He'll never be the boyfriend Adam was—"
"Good," Jeff growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "I hope he's nothing like Adam!"
Mark, Hunter, and Shawn all three looked taken aback by that. They had all been under the impression that Jeff and Adam had a wonderful relationship—what on earth was causing the sudden hatred they now saw in Jeff's bright eyes? Barely a week ago Jeff would've told anyone who listened that he loved Adam…what the hell caused the change? Especially since it was Jeff who had done the cheating?
"Jeff, what—" Shawn began curiously.
The was a sudden, harsh knocking at the door. Mark hurriedly stepped into the bedroom and came back out in a pair of pants and a t-shirt. It was Hunter, though, who stepped forward to the door, gripping the doorknob with his meaty hand. Pulling the door back, a look of surprised crossed Hunter's face.
"Randy? John? What the—" Hunter began before Randy Orton and John Cena both stormed into the room. Cena looked positively worried: he was frowning deeply, and his blue eyes seemed dull with concern. Randy, on the other hand, appeared absolutely furious. He was scowling harshly, and his pale blue eyes were narrowed. He truly did take on the appearance of a Viper, and one that looked ready to strike at any second.
"Where's Jeff?" Randy growled, scanning the room quickly.
The younger Hardy immediately hopped up from the couch and—to everyone's astonishment—he rushed into Randy's arms. Still scowling, Randy wrapped his thick, tattooed arms around the much smaller man, pulling the red-haired Enigma into a tight embrace.
"Come on, Jeff." Randy murmured, nuzzling a bit against the smaller man, "Let's get out of here."
"Wait." Mark reached out, wrapping one of his enormous hands around Jeff's wrist as he made to follow Randy out the door, "Jeff, you don't have to do this. You can still fix things with Adam—"
"He can make his own decisions!" Randy growled angrily, glaring at Mark.
"Shut up Orton!" Mark took a step forward, giving Randy a mean look, "I don't recall inviting you in here anyway."
"Mark," Jeff turned away from Randy, looking up at the Undertaker, "Please…just let it go…"
Mark could immediately feel himself begin to soften as Jeff looked up at him with those big green eyes of his, but he couldn't help but worry. He disliked Randy pretty strongly…hell, aside from John Cena and Hunter, the guy didn't have any friends. Ok, maybe Ted and Cody were cool with him. He was such an ass though; hardly anyone liked him. How on earth could Jeff want to be with somebody who did nothing but fight and fuck? Randy Orton had more than a few enemies…and he was known for causing trouble. There was no way he could be anything but a negative influence on Jeff…
But, Mark thought, Jeff seemed pretty adamant about starting something with Randy. And the way Orton had held Jeff as soon as he walked in the door… Mark had never seen Randy show affection before, but when the Legend Killer put his arms around the younger Hardy… If Mark didn't know any better, he could've swore he saw real tenderness in Randy's cruel, blue eyes. Randy was smart though. Mark had no doubt in his mind that the Viper could play Jeff like a fiddle, should he desire to do so. If Jeff wasn't careful, he was going to end up getting his heart broken. Jeff had the unfortunate habit of falling hard and falling fast for men he liked; and Randy had the habit of kicking guys to the curb once he was finished fucking around with them. The combination of those two created potential for a pretty awful situation for Jeff…
"This is all your fault, boy." Mark grumbled at Randy, clearly displeased.
"My fault?" Randy answered back, the tall tan man taking a step forward, "I didn't force him into anything, if that's what you're saying."
"If it wasn't for you," The Deadman hissed, also stepping forward, looking down at Randy with pure rage, "Jeff wouldn't be in this mess! And you!" Mark turned toward Cena, "What the hell is your place in this?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." John held up his hands defensively, "I didn't do anything!"
"You're with this idiot," Mark jerked his thumb toward Randy, "So I'm guessing you've got some part in this."
"Who're you callin—" Randy began, before John cut him off.
"Randy's my friend." John jutted his chin out defiantly, "And you know what? Jeff is now too. So I'm here to make sure things go ok for them."
"Christ," Mark rolled his eyes, "You just can't stay out of Randy's business, can you?"
"What're you getting all pissy at me for?" John pouted, "I didn't do anything."
"He just can't accept that Jeff wants to be with me." Randy sneered, once again glaring at the enormous Deadman.
"You little shit!" Mark rushed forward, ready to strangle Randy with his bare hands. He probably would've too, but Hunter leapt in front of Orton, grabbing Mark by the waist and pulling him back. Randy, on the other hand, wasn't so eager for the fight to be stopped. He rushed forward too, ready to show that he wasn't scared of anybody—not even the big, bad Undertaker. But John managed to get a hold of him, the Champ's huge arms yanking Randy back.
"You little fuck!" Mark roared, struggling against Hunter, "I swear to god I'm going to beat you into next week!"
"I'd like to see you try, old man!" Randy snarled back, fighting equally as hard against Cena.
"Randy, please!" Jeff tugged on Randy's shirt sleeve, "Can we just go?"
Orton gave Jeff a long, blue-eyed stare before nodding slowly. Shrugging Cena off of him, Randy turned and stomped out the door, his hands curled into fists. Cena followed directly after him, ready to stop the Legend Killer from possibly destroying hotel property.
Jeff turned toward Mark, "Mark…I'm sorry. But this is what I want."
"Fine!" Mark turned around, his broad back facing Jeff, "But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart!"
Jeff's lower lip started trembling, and he fought back tears as he turned around, slowly walking out the door.
Cena had left them shortly after they departed from Mark's room. He had wisely sensed that Randy and Jeff needed some alone time to absorb all that had happened throughout the day, and with a quick goodbye, they parted ways. Jeff and Randy both strode down the hallway to Randy's room, silent as could be. Both had a lot going through their minds.
Jeff had cried more today than he had in the past year; and it was all because of Adam, Mark, and Matt. Funny thing, Jeff thought, Mark insisted that Randy Orton was a bad influence, but in the past few days, Randy had been the only person to actually make Jeff happy. Ok, so Cena had been kind to him as well, but they were only together briefly. Jeff shook his head, red bun bobbing, as he and Randy continued marching down the hall, feet quickly passing over the tackily bright blue carpet. Mark refused to believe that Randy was anything but a menace; now, Jeff somewhat understood why. But damn it he was an adult! If he wanted to leave his boyfriend to be with the Viper—and technically they weren't really together—then he damn well would! Mark was just as bad as Matt: they both always automatically assumed that Jeff couldn't make safe decisions by himself. It was infuriating sometimes!
As Jeff fumed, Randy, too, had a lot on his mind. The Undertaker had really gotten to him: what if this was all his fault? Would Jeff have left Adam if Randy hadn't been involved? If Randy and John hadn't encouraged him to? Randy didn't like to think that he was the only reason Jeff and Adam were separating; after all, Adam had been fucking around on Jeff. But maybe they really would've worked things out if Randy hadn't gotten involved…
As they reached room 512, Randy slid his keycard through and pushed the door open silently. They stepped inside, and Jeff immediately walked over to the unmade bed and sat—or rather, fell—onto it.
"You ok?" Randy asked, looking down at the younger Hardy.
"Yeah, yeah." Jeff sighed , not meeting Randy's eyes, "I'm just tired. Today was pretty…stressful."
"Yeah, I guess it was." Randy sat down next to him, also staring at the floor, "Jeff, if you want to go back to Adam—"
"Adam?" Jeff sat up suddenly, a confused look crossing his face, "Why would you think I want to go back to Adam?"
"I just…" Randy growled angrily, still glaring at the floor, "I don't want you to…I don't want to be the reason…I just…" The big, bad Legend Killer seemed to be struggling for words.
"Randy," Jeff reached forward, tugging on the front of Randy's shirt, "Adam cheated on me and I cheated on him. We're fucked. There's no way we could ever recover from this. And besides, I don't want to be with him."
Randy sighed deeply, "Look, I know I'm not a good person. But I'm trying to do better, I really am. I don't want to be the reason things went bad between you and Adam."
Jeff shook his head, "First of all, you didn't make things go bad between me and Adam. Adam did. Second of all, why do you think you're not a good person?"
"You know why." Randy frowned, "I get into fights all the time…I used to fuck with other people's boyfriends…John, Ted, and Cody are the only people who actually like me…"
Jeff fell silent for a moment. He had no idea that Randy actually felt bad about all this stuff. Yeah, Randy had told Jeff before that he was trying to change, but Jeff didn't realize how guilty Randy actually felt about everything. And—judging from the way Randy was talking—he seemed to have some pretty low self-esteem…
"Randy, why do you think so badly of yourself?" Jeff asked.
Randy stared at him a long time before answering, "I wasn't always like this. Back right before I got…famous, I guess…before Evolution even…I had a steady boyfriend. His name was Jacob."
Jeff nodded, urging him to continue.
"We were…pretty serious." Randy could feel himself blushing a bit, for he had never told anyone but Cena about Jacob, "But then I came home early as a surprise for him. He was in our bed, fucking one of our friends."
Jeff was shocked by that admission. It was so similar to what happened between him and Addy! Except Randy had been carrying this around for…years.
"Wow." Jeff replied, his green eyes staring at Randy.
"What?" Randy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
"He must've meant a lot to you." Jeff answered, still looking at Randy.
"Why do you say that?" Randy huffed.
"I'm guessing that's the whole reason you've been so pissed all these years. Is that why you always fought people? Still mad about Jacob?" Jeff asked as Randy nodded, "Well…he had to have been pretty special to you for you to still be angry at him years later."
Randy hesitated, and then said "He proposed to me barely three days before I found him cheating."
"Wow." Jeff repeated, finally tearing his eyes away from Randy. He couldn't imagine the amount of pain the Legend Killer had been in when he found out his fiancé cheating on him. Hell, he and Addy had dated for only six months and he was devastated when he found Adam cheating. He couldn't imagine how much worse it would've been if he had been expecting to marry Adam…
"For a long time after," Randy continued, "I hated everyone and everything. I fought anyone who wanted to, and fucked anyone who wanted to."
"And you're just now getting over it?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, I guess." Randy sighed deeply, "John's the one who made me realize that Jacob was ruining me for everyone else. He's the one who convinced me to stop being so angry. He's the only other person besides you that knows about Jacob."
Jeff couldn't help but stare at Randy. He had never seen the Viper so…vulnerable. Randy was showing a side of himself that Jeff was sure nobody—except maybe Cena—even knew existed. Where was the man that didn't care about anyone but himself? Where was the man that everyone claimed was out to piss the world off? The man sitting next to Jeff—the man who had just revealed all the pain he had been in for all these years—didn't seem like he could possibly be the same Randy Orton that everyone hated so much. God, if everyone knew the hurt Randy had been in…perhaps they would've been more understanding of his actions.
"I'm doing this wrong." Randy said suddenly, looking at Jeff sheepishly.
"What do you mean?" Jeff asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"You're the one who had the bad day." Randy replied, "I should be helping you out with your problems. Not dragging you down with my stupid shit."
"It's ok, Randy." Jeff answered, "You know, you really are a good guy. You just don't know how to show it sometimes."
"I guess." Randy seemed unconvinced, "Are you going to be ok? John and I heard people saying they saw you running and crying up to Mark's room. That's why we went up there."
"Yeah." Jeff nodded, "I don't know if Addy will ever forgive me, but Matty will. He has to, I'm his brother. And Mark will get over it eventually. I just wish they wouldn't try to control me so much."
"So what now?" Randy looked at Jeff, his blue eyes still looking sad.
Jeff stared back at him. He had never known Randy had a soft side…and now he wanted to explore it. He wanted to find the man he knew Randy really was deep down: a good man. Leaning forward, Jeff pressed his lips against Randy's; softly, gently. Not with the usual roughness that accompanied most of Jeff's sexual encounters. Randy seemed surprised by the sudden gentleness, for he froze for a split second before loosening up and allowing Jeff to probe his mouth with his tongue.
They moved quickly; both using a light touch on each other's bodies. Randy pulled Jeff's black shirt past the Enigma's red hair, casting it to the floor. And then Jeff was on top of him, his lean body pressed up against Randy's large, tan frame. Reaching down, Jeff swiftly undid his own jeans while Randy tugged his own shirt off and roughly yanked his own jeans off and to the floor. They were both naked soon, and then Jeff was leaning forward, his lips brushing against Randy's neck, and his hand dipped between Randy's legs. Orton couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure as Jeff began rubbing him, his hand working slowly up and down Randy's shaft.
As Jeff worked him, Randy reached up, pulling the smaller man down into a deep kiss. Jeff let out a little sigh as Randy kissed him, and when Randy's hips bucked under his hand's movement, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
"Randy…" Jeff breathed heavily, looking down at the flushed man beneath him, "I want you. Now."
In one fast motion, Randy wrapped his arm around Jeff and flipped them over, his much larger body engulfing Jeff's tiny frame. Pressing his lips against Jeff's, Randy slowly entered him, moaning into the kiss as Jeff's tight, warm body surrounded him. He began thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace, his lips still pressed faithfully against Jeff's.
"Randy…please!" Jeff groaned, bucking his hips against Randy, begging him to go faster.
But Randy kept his slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of Jeff leisurely. Jeff moaned some more, biting his bottom lip as he dug his fingernails into Randy's back, pulling him closer. As Jeff scratched him, he couldn't hold back any longer. Randy suddenly thrust deep and hard before pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself back in. Jeff howled at that, clenching his eyes shut as Randy pushed inside him again and again, hitting his prostate with every wild thrust. Reaching forward, Randy started pumping Jeff's rock-hard cock vigorously. As Randy slammed into him over and over, his thick cock hitting Jeff's hotspot every time, Jeff moaned and came into Randy's hand, the hot cum shooting between them, and then with a growl Randy finished inside of Jeff, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as he rode out his orgasm.
"Randy…" Jeff sighed, looking up at Orton, "I really like you."
Randy leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jeff's neck.
"You know Jeff," Orton's lips moved across Jeff's throat as he spoke, "I think I really like you too."
I have a new fic titled 'Horror' that features Randy, Cena, and the Hardys as the main characters, if anyone is interested.