When Jeff returned to Randy's room, he had walked in and found the Viper sitting on his couch, a mean scowl across his face. Walking quietly across the dull blue carpet of the room, Jeff couldn't help but be struck by how much had changed in the past few days. Not too long ago Jeff wouldn't have dared to approach the Legend Killer if he was looking as mean as he did now. Then again, Jeff thought, Randy naturally looked like an angry person. He seemed to be permanently frowning unless someone gave him a real good reason to smile, and even then Randy usually smiled very briefly. A pity, since he had such a handsome smile. Jeff made a mental note to tell Randy that if he smiled more he could get anything he wanted. Jeff very much doubted that many men—and women, for that matter—could resist Randy's smile.
"Hey." Jeff said quietly as he stepped in front of the couch, looking down at Randy.
Randy's face considerably softened as soon as he looked Jeff in the eye. Even Randy's blue eyes seemed to lighten as he looked up at Jeff.
"Hey." Randy said back, his voice a gentle growl, "Want to sit down?"
Jeff nodded and Randy scooted over, the black fabric of his gym shorts catching on the couch and sliding up, revealing those tan thighs that Jeff found oh so very sexy. Randy seemed to have something against shirts, for Jeff had never seen Randy wear one in his own room. Not that Jeff minded; Randy had a six-pack that was definitely drool-worthy. If he wanted to parade around the hotel room only half dressed, well, Jeff certainly wasn't going to argue with him. Jeff plopped down on the couch next to Randy, immediately feeling the brown leather begin to swallow him up. It was one of those types of couches that was so big and so comfy it seemed to reach up and grab you to pull you into it. Now was no exception; Jeff could feel himself beginning to sink into it as he pulled his knees up to his chest, his green eyes looking at Randy.
"How was Shawn?" Randy asked quietly.
"He's going to be ok." Jeff sighed, "But Randy…you should've seen him. He was so beat up he barely looked like himself."
"What happened?" Randy inquired curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"It was Dave Batista." Jeff spat, feeling anger surge through him as he thought about the Animal, "Him and Chris Masters got Shawn while he was alone. They broke his bones Randy! Literally—his collar bone and his wrist and a couple of his ribs! And you wouldn't believe how swollen and bruised his face was…"
"Dave and Masters?" The Viper's eyes widened, "I don't understand. Everybody likes Shawn, why would they hurt him?" What Randy said was true. Though Shawn had been very arrogant and even downright mean in his younger years, that simply was not the case anymore. Shawn was a real sweetheart; nobody seemed to have any problem with him. In fact, many wrestlers had a soft spot for the Showstopper.
"Um…" Jeff bit his bottom lip, "Well…Dave was trying to…he was trying to send a message to Adam."
Randy looked dumbstruck at that. He frowned and said "I don't understand. Did him and Adam break up or something?"
"Apparently Adam tried to break things off with him a few days ago." Jeff answered, his green eyes hardening, "And I guess Dave turned really violent with him. He choked Adam."
"He choked him?" Randy looked both suspicious and angry at the same time, "Why didn't Adam tell anyone?"
"I guess because he didn't want anyone to know about him and Dave." Jeff said, shrugging his thin shoulders, "Shawn said Dave told him he was hurting him so that Adam would know he was serious."
"Fuck." Randy sighed, "That's some messed up shit."
Jeff nodded, hugging his legs to his chest.
"Hold on." Randy sat up, his blue eyes staring at Jeff, "If he hurt Shawn, who's to say he's not going to go after someone else?"
"I don't think he will." Jeff answered with a shake of his head, his red hair swinging from side to side, "I think he's going to try to go after Adam next. I called Matty on the way home, and he said he was going to have Adam stay with him for a few days to make sure Dave doesn't get his hands on him."
"Alright." Randy frowned, "But you should be careful. Dave might be stupid enough to try and go after you."
Jeff's smile widened sheepishly, and his cheeks pinked slightly.
"What?" Randy asked, looking at Jeff curiously.
"Nothing." Jeff said quickly, that silly grin still on his face.
"No what is it?" Randy demanded sternly.
"It's nothing." Jeff giggled, "Don't worry about it."
"Jeff," Randy said very seriously, "There's something you're going to need to know about me."
"And what's that?" Jeff bit his lip, trying to stop himself from laughing.
"I am extremely stubborn." Randy grinned mischievously. Without warning he leaped forward and Jeff let out a small squeal as he suddenly found Randy's much larger body on top of him. They wrestled around for a bit until Randy finally pinned Jeff's arms down, a triumphant smirk crossing his handsome face. Randy was all but sprawled out on top of the Enigma, his tan body engulfing Jeff's tiny frame. Jeff wriggled around beneath him, his squirming body rubbing up against Randy nicely, but his efforts to get away were half-hearted at best. After all, he didn't really mind having Randy on top of him.
"So what were you smiling about?" Randy smirked down at Jeff.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Jeff giggled as he stuck his tongue out childishly at Randy, the silver piercing glinting in the light as he did so.
The younger Hardy let out a small yelp that quickly turned into a moan as Randy leaned in and pressed his lips against Jeff's. Despite how mean Randy could look, he was surprisingly gentle as he kissed Jeff, his soft lips parting as he pushed his tongue into Jeff's mouth. They lay there for several minutes, mouths pressed up against each other tightly as their tongues seemed to battle for dominance, pausing only briefly to catch a breath before diving back into each other.
"You want to tell me now?" Randy whispered huskily, his eyes half-lidded over.
"Fine." Jeff sighed dreamily, "It just…made me feel good to know you kinda cared. About me."
Randy blinked, propping himself up on his shoulders as he looked down at Jeff, "Oh."
"Sorry." Jeff sheepishly bit his lip as he spoke, "I know we're not together or anything serious like that, but—"
"It's ok." Randy said and he leaned forward, nuzzling against Jeff's throat, "I do…I do care about you."
Jeff laughed cutely, his emerald eyes sparkling, "Now that wasn't too hard to admit, was it?"
"Shut up." Randy chuckled, his soft lips moving against Jeff's neck, "I'm not good at this sappy bullshit."
"Sappy bullshit?" Jeff giggled, his lips curling into a pretty smile, "Is that what you call this?"
"I will call this whatever I want." Randy said arrogantly.
"You know Randy," Jeff sighed slowly, his expression softening, "You're nothing like everyone thinks you are."
Randy smiled grimly, "I guess that's a good thing, since most people hate me."
"That's only because they don't know the real you." Jeff said with a small grin, "The real you is a lot nicer then everyone thinks."
"Oh, I'll show you just how nice I can be." Randy said slyly.
He kissed Jeff's neck, his lips nibbling a bit at the flushed skin. Jeff let out a small sigh at that, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, allowing Randy to slide his mouth farther down, his lips pausing to kiss lightly at Jeff's collar bone. His hands reached up and slid under Jeff's shirt, Randy's nimble fingers dancing across Jeff's stomach as he tugged Jeff's shirt off, casting the black fabric to the carpet. Randy reached down then, pressing his lips against Jeff's stomach as his hands pulled at Jeff's belt, his fingers expertly unbuckling it without even looking.
"Randy…what're you—" Jeff began, his voice trembling as Randy unbuttoned his pants, pulling the denim fabric down.
"Relax." Randy commanded, his voice deep and quiet as he spoke.
Jeff didn't like to wear underwear, so when Randy pulled the zipper down slowly, Jeff's already rock-hard cock sprung into view. Placing his hands on Jeff's thin hips, Randy gave him a mischievous little smirk before dipping his head down, his warm tongue taking a long, wet lick at Jeff's hardness. Jeff moaned at that, the feeling of Randy's tongue sliding up and down his cock was heavenly, and it took all the self-control he possessed to stop himself from shoving his dick deep down Randy's willing throat.
"Mmm…" Jeff whined, his face flushing a deep red, "Randy…your mouth…please…"
Randy's smirk grew even wider as he leaned forward and pursed his lips, his soft mouth wrapping lightly around the pert head of Jeff's cock. He sucked gently at first, his tongue flicking against the slit at the head, but he quickly started sucking harder as Jeff's whimpering grew louder and louder.
"Randy…" Jeff moaned, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out, "Fuck…please…"
Randy pulled away for a second before leaning back in, his tongue feverishly lapping up and down the length of Jeff's swollen dick. He reached a hand forward then, and he worked his fingers in a fast pumping motion across Jeff's cock as he continued to swirl his tongue across Jeff's hard dick, flicking his tongue out lightly across the underside.
"Fuck!" Jeff moaned, bucking his hips, his pretty eyes clenched shut in rapture, "Please Randy…suck me…"
Letting go of Jeff, Randy gripped his hips and pulled Jeff into him. The swollen cock quickly slid down Randy's throat, and Jeff almost screamed in pleasure as he felt the wet warmth surround him. He bucked his hips, and soon his cock was sliding in and out of Randy's mouth, his tight balls slapping against Randy's chin as he shoved himself deep into Randy's throat.
"Oh god…" Jeff whimpered loudly, "Oh fuck…Randy!"
He couldn't help himself. Reaching forward, Jeff's fingers clasped as much of Randy's short, brown hair as they could, and he yanked Randy's head forward, his cock pushing as far down into Randy's throat as possible. He pulled back, and then shoved himself back in, and again and again he thrust his thick cock down Randy's throat until finally Jeff let out a moan and came, his warm cum sliding out of the corner of Randy's mouth as he continued thrusting until he emptied himself.
"Aw…" Jeff sighed looking down at his now stained pants, "You made me make a mess."
"I didn't make you do anything." Randy said cockily as he reach up, wiping some of the liquid from his mouth.
"I guess I should go clean up now." Jeff said looking up with a devilish grin, "Want to shower with me?"
"Hey Matt," Adam asked, "How come you're not mad at me anymore?"
They had just entered Matt's hotel room, each carrying a bag containing some of Adam's stuff. They hadn't really talked much since that awkward moment back in Adam's room, and they had been utterly silent upon entering Matt's room. Hardy seemed to keep his space relatively neat—far neater then Jeff, Adam noticed as soon as they got there. He couldn't help but feel very awkward spending the night with Matt. He didn't know why; he and Matt were pretty good friends. There was no reason for him to get worked up over it—right? After all, Matt was just being nice. He was only having Adam stay the night because he was worried about Dave…it wasn't because he actually wanted Adam to stay the night…
"Why are you asking?" Matt looked at him curiously before dropping the bag he was carrying onto the floor, next to the big leather couch.
"I don't know." Adam shrugged, "When Orton told everyone…you seemed really mad. Now you're ok with it."
"Well," Matt reached up, running a hand through his dark, curly hair, "I grew up with Jeff as a brother, so I learned how to forgive people at an early age. I'm pretty good at it… I guess the fact that Jeff doesn't seem upset anymore has a lot to do with it too. If he's not mad anymore, why should I be? Plus, you're my friend."
"Oh…ok." Adam said, not really sure how to respond, "Um…thanks for letting me come over. It…it means a lot to me."
"I couldn't leave you alone, Adam." Matt said seriously, his eyes narrowing, "There's no telling what Dave might try to do next."
"To be honest," Adam sighed, sinking down onto the couch as he buried his face in his hands, "I'm kinda worried about Jeff. Dave…Dave knows I cared about him. What if he tries to go after him?"
"I've thought about that too." Matt admitted, looking down at Adam thoughtfully, "He's with Randy…maybe I should call Orton and tell him not to let Jeff out of his sight…"
"I'd like to see that." Adam's mouth split into a clumsy grin, "You'd probably end up screaming at him."
"Yeah, you're right." Matt smiled briefly, "I'll wait till tomorrow and tell Jeff myself I guess. As long as he's not alone, I'm sure he'll be ok. I doubt Batista and Masters have the balls to try something on Orton."
"I don't know Matt…" Adam shook his head solemnly, "Dave's not scared of anyone—not even you."
"Oh come on." Matt actually chuckled, his dark eyes flashing, "I don't think Dave is stupid enough to go after me."
"Dave's crazy enough to go after anyone he thinks I care about." Adam muttered, his cheeks reddening as he realized what he just said.
"Oh…so you care about me?" Matt smiled a little bit, and he couldn't help but feel an adrenaline rush at Adam's words.
"Well…you know…" Adam stammered, trying to backtrack, "We're friends…you're probably the only person on the Earth who doesn't hate me right now."
"Nobody hates you." Matt replied sternly, placing his hands on his hips, "Shawn, Mark, and Hunter all like you. And then there's Jay…you know he'll always be there for you no matter what. Plus you got me…hell, I don't even think Jeff hates you. He's just mad…but you know how he is. He'll get over it eventually."
"I hope so." Adam hung his head, his blonde hair crowding his sad face, "I really do feel bad…I know it's all my fault. I'm not sad we broke up…just wish we could've done it in a better way."
"Anyway," Matt cleared his throat, "Dave and Chris are bullies. They go after people that are smaller and weaker than them. That's why I don't think they'd mess with me or Orton. You know I wouldn't go down without a fight…and I'm sure Randy wouldn't either."
"Yeah…yeah." Adam didn't seem convinced.
"Hey," Matt sat down next to him, giving Adam a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about Dave. He's not going to hurt anyone else."
"Sure." Adam sighed. He then looked up, his hazel eyes shining as he looked at Matt, "So…where do you want me to sleep?"
"Oh. Um…" Matt looked around hastily, "You can have the bed. I'll take the couch—"
"Matt!" Adam scolded, "I can't do that to you. I'll take the couch—"
"No way." Matt shook his head determinedly, "Look, it's not a problem, I really don't mind."
"Matt." Adam scowled, making it clear he wasn't giving up.
"I…I don't mind sharing the bed." Matt muttered, blushing cutely, "I mean, you know, if you're ok with it. It's pretty big…"
"Yeah, sure." Adam replied, looking away suddenly, "I don't mind at all."
They both fell silent, and Matt seemed to blush even more as he looked at Adam. Really, he had always admired the Rated R Superstar from a distance. He'd always favored long hair, and Adam's blonde locks had always struck him as very pretty. His own hair was dark, and Jeff colored his hair so often Matt couldn't even remember what his original shade was. So Adam's blonde hair had always been very intriguing to Matt…and Adam kept it so nice. He'd always wanted to touch it…
Sitting on the couch next to Adam, Matt couldn't help but be drawn in. Adam was looking at him with those lovely, hazel eyes, and Matt suddenly felt compelled to stare into them. They were sitting so close, all Matt would have to do was lean a little forward and they could press their lips together…Adam looked like he had soft lips… Adam must've sensed a change in Matt, for he did lean forward, staring at the older Hardy with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and…was it longing? Matt couldn't really tell, all he knew was that—as he was looking at Adam—time seemed to stop. For a moment, just a brief moment, Matt was sure he was going to push himself forward and do something very, very irresponsible…
"Adam…" Matt murmured, and his voice took on a strange, husky tone that made Adam's heart quicken…
…and then his cell phone rang.
Matt immediately jumped, leaning back so quickly he nearly lost his balance. He blinked a few times, looking at Adam with those strong, dark eyes. Adam didn't move for a few seconds, he merely stared back.
"You going to answer that?" Matt asked, his voice unsteady.
"What? Oh…right." Adam shook his head, reaching into his jean pocket and drawing out a black cell phone. His hands trembled slightly as he slid the phone open, but he managed to raise it to his ear.
"H-hello?" Adam croaked, his voice stiff.
"Adam." The voice that growled out of the phone was all too familiar, and Adam could feel all the color draining out of his face as his mouth dropped open.
"Dave?" Adam whispered, barely able to believe his ex-lover had the gall to call him after what he'd done to Shawn. Matt's brown eyes widened when Adam spoke, and his fingers curled into fists.
"What…what do you w-want?" Adam replied, barely able to keep his voice steady.
"Did you talk with your friend Shawn?" Dave purred, seeming to enjoy the effect his terrifying voice was having on Adam.
"I…I…" Adam sputtered, his face pale, "I know what you did to him! The police—"
"Then you know what I want Adam." Dave's voice grew stern as he spoke, "I want you."
Adam let out a high pitched whine, a feeling of pure fear settling in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm not done yet Adam." Batista hissed into the phone, "But by the time I am…you're going to be begging for me to take you back."
"I…please…" Adam could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Matt reached forward then, grabbing the phone from Adam's hand and pulling it up to his ear.
"You stay the fuck away from him!" Matt roared into the phone, looking positively furious.
"Aw if it isn't Matthew Hardy…you Adam's newest plaything? He trying out a new Hardy?" Dave taunted, chuckling slightly to himself.
"You better not fucking touch him or I swear to god I'll—" Matt began.
"You won't do shit." Dave sneered, "Just remember Hardy: I ain't done yet." He laughed darkly for a few seconds before hanging up, leaving Matt to stare at the phone with rage.
"I can't fucking believe this…" Matt grumbled as he slid the phone shut, trying hard not to throw it across the room. Adam let out a small whimper, and that's when Matt turned to him, realizing that the Rated R Superstar was probably scared out of his mind. And he did look it: his lower lip was trembling, and his face was so pale he looked sickly. Matt could feel the anger surging inside him; all it took was Dave's voice to scare Adam half to death…well, Matt wasn't going to let Dave continue terrorizing Adam.
"Hey…hey…" Matt put an arm around Adam's shoulders, pulling the other man up to his feet as he did so. "It'll be ok," The older Hardy spoke softly, trying to reassure his friend, "Come on now, let's just get to sleep." He walked forward, steering Adam toward his neatly made bed.
Adam didn't say anything, but he didn't fight back as Matt helped him into the bed. He did, however, bend down and remove his shoes, kicking them away. Matt did the same thing before tugging off his blue shirt and tossing it to the floor. Adam's fingers gripped his own shirt, but he seemed to think twice, and then he let go, his hand falling back to his side. He lay down then, curling up on his side. The bed sank slightly as Matt lay down next to him, and Adam couldn't help but blush as their legs brushed up against each other, skin on skin. They both drew back quickly, and the awkward silence that followed was deafening.
Then there was shifting, and Adam could feel the blankets moving as Matt slid closer to him. Neither said a word when Matt pulled Adam up against his chest, his thick arms wrapping protectively around Adam. His eyes drooping, Adam could feel sleep swallowing him in. The last thing he noticed before his mind went black was that Matt's heart was thumping so hard he could feel it against his back…