Matt didn't sleep well. It had been a long time since he'd shared a bed with someone. Sure, when they were younger, he and Jeff had slept together a lot. But then boyfriends started coming into the picture, and that was the end of that. Since then, Matt had been through many boyfriends—but most of them ended up leaving long before the relationship ever became serious enough to warrant staying the night together. The last person Matt had shared a bed with was Evan, and they had broken up nearly six months ago. Plus, Evan was a lot smaller then Adam; his tiny frame hadn't taken up nearly as much room as Adam currently was. What made everything even worse was that Matt had—in a moment of sheer stupidity—wrapped his arms around Adam. He told himself it was because spooning was the only position that allowed them both comfort…but was it more than that?

Laying in the darkness, Matt could hear Adam's steady breathing. That—along with the feeling of Adam's chest rising and falling beneath Matt's arm—was enough proof that the blonde was asleep. That was good, Matt thought with a very soft sigh as his brown eyes gazed into the blackness of the early morning. He was so embarrassed at their current positioning that he didn't think he could talk to Adam without saying something stupid. Even in the darkness, Matt could make out Adam's pale hair brushed back and pressed up against his back. Though Matt could barely decipher Adam's lanky shape in the darkness, he couldn't help but be feel slightly vulgar as he stared at the blonde. Like he was looking at Adam when he shouldn't have been.

This was wrong. Matt could feel the heat of a blush on his cheeks as he continued to look down slightly at the man next to him. The same man that—less than a week ago—had been dating his brother. His baby brother. Jeff had always been very open about relationships; he'd always been very accepting of all of Matt's boyfriends—even the ones that Matt knew for a fact Jeff didn't approve of. The older Hardy—however—had never been quite as relaxed. It was almost an unspoken rule that Matt hated each and every single one of Jeff's boyfriends for the first month or so—and after that, depending upon the guy, he would decide whether to lighten up or not. Despite their differences, Matt and Jeff had always agreed on one thing: anybody that the other one dated was completely off limits. No exceptions. That's why—when Matt looked at Adam and his heart sped up—he felt like he was slapping his brother in the face.

Of all the guys Matt could develop a crush on…why the hell did it have to be the one that cheated on Jeff? And Matt didn't think he was the only one noticing his newfound interest: last night he and Adam had a moment where Matt was sure one of them was going to do something to send their relationship crashing into all new territory. But what could Matt do? Jeff would support him no matter what—he'd always been the more accepting brother. But how could Matt do that to him? How could he possibly start something with someone who had hurt Jeff so much? How selfish was he to hope that Jeff would be ok with it?

Light began to force itself into the hotel room and— to Matt's excitement and dismay—Adam stirred slightly in his sleep, his eyes suddenly cracking open. Stretching out his lean arms, Adam turned, his body pulling itself out of Matt's grasp. As Adam flipped onto his other side, Matt suddenly found himself staring into hazel eyes that were still droopy from sleep.

"Hey." Adam spoke, looking down demurely, his eyes no longer meeting Matt's hard gaze.

"Hey." Matt responded quietly.

"This is weird." Adam stated bluntly.

"Yeah, I know." Matt smiled a little bit, blinking as more and more sunlight seeped into the room, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Adam's eyes traveled upward, looking at Matt intensely.

"For…this." Matt shrugged as best as he could while laying down, "I shouldn't have held you—"

"It's ok." Adam replied, a light blush tinting his cheeks, "I…I liked it."

"You did?" Matt was surprised he was able to answer; the excitement that was boiling in his stomach was almost enough to make him feel nauseous.

"Yeah. Hey Matt…" Adam propped himself up on an elbow, his hazel eyes gazing down at the brother of his ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah?" Matt said as he swallowed thickly, unsure of what Adam was going to do next.

"Um, thanks." Adam bit his bottom lip cutely, "Thanks for letting me stay over."

They both fell silent as brown eyes met hazel, and once again both were blushing deeply, unsure of how to proceed. Staring up at Adam, Matt realized something he'd never really thought of before. He'd always been the safe brother, the one who never got in trouble, never did anything risky, never tried anything new for fear of how it might affect his daily life. Well, Matt thought as he stared hard at the blonde, he was tired of playing it safe.

He reached up suddenly, his fingers gripping the front of Adam's cotton shirt. Adam's eyes widened as Matt pulled him in, but he didn't fight it. In fact, he merely closed his eyes and allowed it to happen. Matt pressed his lips against Adam's soft mouth, and then they both unleashed themselves. Adam leaned forward, his lean body pressing up against Matt's thicker frame, their abdomens pressed against each other. He let out a soft sigh, and then Matt pushed his tongue forward, and they were kissing so hard Adam was sure his lips would bruise from the force of it all.

They pulled away at the same time, both panting from a lack of air. Adam was still half laying on top of Matt, and Matt had at some point placed his hands on Adam's waist, but neither moved as they both gazed into each other's eyes.

Almost immediately, Matt could feel the guilt building up inside of him. He'd just kissed his brother's ex! What the hell had he been thinking? Was he really so selfish that he would put his baby brother's feelings after his own desires? God, Matt thought, he really was being a terrible older brother. Not only had he turned on Jeff when he and Adam were going through their breakup, but now he was making a move on Jeff's ex!

Matt wasn't the only one feeling a whirlwind of emotions; Adam was more confused than ever. Was he attracted to Matt simply because he was on the rebound from his relationship with Jeff? Or was it perhaps because he felt like he needed someone big and strong to get him through his situation with Dave? No, Adam thought slowly, he'd always thought Matt was handsome. The attraction had always been there…deep down. But fuck, he had made out with his ex's brother!

"Wow." Adam muttered, looking down at Matt.

"Is that a good wow or a bad wow?" Matt asked with a shy grin.

"Um, both." Adam said quietly, reaching up and running a hand through his blonde hair, "That was…that was awesome, but Jeff…" He trailed off with a sigh, shifting his weight so he wasn't completely on top of Matt.

"Right, Jeff." Matt frowned deeply, his brown eyes darkening with worry, "Shit, he's going to be so mad at me. And he has every right to be…"

"I've been so bad to him." Adam sighed sadly, "First I cheat on him, now I'm kissing on his brother…"

"Adam," Matt's hands gripped a little tighter on Adam's hips as he looked up at the blonde on top of him, "Look, I like you a lot. But I love Jeff more than anything else in the world. I want to…I don't know…try this out. But if he's not ok with it…then I'm not ok with it."

Adam nodded, "Maybe we should go talk to him. I still haven't really gotten a chance to talk to him about Dave anyway… I need to make things right with him."

"So do I." Matt sighed, "I've been pretty mean to him these past couple of days. We should definitely go try and patch things up. And…and I guess we should talk to him about us."

"Us?" Adam wanted to smile widely at that, but he kept his excitement under wraps, simply tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

"I mean," Matt flushed a deep shade of red, "You know, if you want to…try it out. Try 'us' out, I mean."

"Yeah," Adam couldn't help but smile, "Yeah I'd like to try it."

When Randy heard the knocking, he'd assumed it was most likely Cena, with a small possibility of it being Ted or Cody. So when he'd finally worked up the energy to slide out of bed and stumble to the door, he was very surprised to discover Matt Hardy and Adam Copeland. Needless to say, the sight of them was enough to put Randy immediately into a bad mood.

"What do you want?" Randy scowled, standing in the doorway so they could not enter.

Matt frowned deeply, not liking the attitude Orton was giving him, "We came to talk to Jeff."

"If you're here to bitch at him some more," Randy rolled his blue eyes arrogantly, "Then you can just turn around now and get the hell out of here."

Matt's eyes narrowed and his hands curled into fists, "If I want to talk to my brother then I'll fucking talk to him! I don't need your damn permission—"

"Save it, Hardy." Randy's scowl grew meaner as his icy blue eyes glared at Matt, "Every time you two talk to him he ends up running back here and crying his eyes out—"

"Randy," Adam interrupted him, keeping his voice as even as possible, "We're not here to argue with him."

"Shut up Copeland." Randy hissed, "Like he'd want to talk to you anyway—"

"Don't talk to him like that!" Matt growled, taking a threatening step forward, "You can't fucking stop us from seeing him—"

"Why the hell would he want to see you anyway?" Randy spat right back, his own hands rounding into closed fists, "You called him a whore! He—" Randy angrily pointed a finger at Adam, "—cheated on him! You've done nothing but—"

"Like you have room to talk!" Matt snorted, his brown eyes darkening, "You're mean to everyone you know! You sleep with guys you shouldn't! You fight anyone who stands up to you! You're a fucking asshole—"

"You know what?" Randy threw his hands up in the air, "I am so fucking sick of everyone saying I'm an asshole! In the past few days you—" Randy glared at Matt, "—called your own brother a slut! More then once! And you—" Randy turned his furious blue eyes on Adam, "—cheated on him then lied about it! You've both done nothing but hurt him the past couple of days! You didn't sit here and listen to him cry about it—I did! You didn't try and help him feel better—I did! You say I'm an asshole, but I haven't hurt Jeff at all while you both practically tore him apart!"

Matt and Adam both fell shamefully silent as Randy's outburst finally ended. Matt wanted to strangle Randy for the things that he said, but with a pang of guilt, he realized that the Viper was right. They'd spent so much time convinced that Randy was cruel that they had failed to realize that they were the ones who were really hurting Jeff. Now, Matt didn't like Randy one bit, but when he looked at the Legend Killer and saw the true anger and hatred he had for Matt and Adam…well, Matt couldn't help but wonder if Randy really did care about Jeff.

"Randy, please…"

Both Randy and Matt turned to look at Adam as he spoke. His voice sounded so desperate, so pained, he might as well have gotten on his knees and begged, his voice was so full of emotion.

"Randy, please." Adam repeated, his large, hazel eyes sorrowful, "We need to fix things with Jeff. We need…I need to tell him I'm sorry."

It was obvious from the way that Randy's jaw tightened that he still wasn't completely at ease with them, but to Matt's surprise, he gave them a small nod.

"Fine." Randy frowned, his sky blue eyes still focused hard on them, "But only because I know he would be happier if you all made up."

Matt breathed a sigh of relief, and Adam asked "Can we talk to him, then?"

"He's not here." Randy said, shaking his buzzed head, "He left to go to visit Shawn at the hospital about an hour ago."

"Alright, then we'll go to the hospital." Adam said with a shrug.

"Wait," Randy spoke up as they were about to turn and leave, "I'll go with you."

Matt quickly opened his mouth to deny him, but Adam spoke first.

"Matt," Adam looked at the older Hardy, "Jeff might be more agreeable if Randy's there."

"Jeff agreeable? Yeah, right." Matt said, rolling his eyes, "But I guess it can't hurt. Hurry up and put some shoes on."

Randy's eyes narrowed, and he looked like he was going to snap back at Matt, but he turned around and did exactly as Matt asked.

When the taxi pulled up to the hospital, Jeff reached into his pocket and hurriedly counted out a few bills for the driver. Stepping out of the bright yellow cab, Jeff reached up toward the sky, stretching out his arms as he yawned. He hadn't wanted to get out of bed, but he was still a little worried about Shawn, even if the doctor was confident that he was going to be ok.

Blinking his green eyes, Jeff reached up a hand, shading himself from the glaring yellow light of the sun. The taxi quickly sped off without him, and Jeff found himself standing in the parking lot alone. Randy had wanted to come with him to make sure he was safe, but Jeff didn't want his visit to Shawn to turn into a fight between Randy and Mark, so he'd eventually convinced the Viper to stay back at the hotel. It'd taken a lot of begging and promising, but even Randy couldn't hold out against Jeff forever. When Jeff made the argument that Hunter and Mark would be around to protect him, Randy had finally given in.

With a little sigh, Jeff began stepping forward, his furiously red hair swinging from side to side as he walked slowly towards the hospitals main entrance. His jean clad hips swaying back and forth, Jeff couldn't help but get the strange feeling that someone was following him. He didn't know why, but suddenly he could feel goosebumps trailing up his back all the way to his neck. He shivered slightly, despite the overwhelming heat.

Biting his bottom lip in anticipation, Jeff whirled around, his eyes wide as he bent his knees, taking up a fighting stance.

No one. There was nothing behind him except for a few empty cars.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Jeff relaxed slightly, chuckling to himself. He was being foolish…imagining people in a clearly empty hospital parking lot.

The hit came out of nowhere. To Jeff's surprise, it didn't really hurt. There was an intense pressure on the back of his head, and all of a sudden the asphalt disappeared, and he was instead staring at a pale blue sky. He blinked his eyes a few times, his head feeling humongous and slow all of a sudden, like his brain had suddenly turned to cement. Jeff could feel his thoughts slowing down, he could feel his vision growing very, very blurry, and he could feel his arms and legs turning as limp and useless as jelly. Closing his eyes slightly, he tried to organize his brain, trying to think clearly. He opened his eyes back up, seeing two very fuzzy faces looking down at him, and he tried to think of the answer to two plus two…funny thing, he couldn't for the life of him remember what two and two equaled…

There were large hands grabbing him all over, and then the sky disappeared and he could feel the ground beneath his feet. The world seemed to be spinning around him as the hands pushed him forward: first passed the hospital, then the parking lot, then a black sedan that he was growing closer and closer too. When the hands started pushing him into the black car, he opened his mouth to protest. He couldn't remember what two and two made, but somehow he knew that—above all else—he should not get into the car. He tried to speak, but his lips mashed together uselessly, and his throat seemed unable to produce sound.

Blackness began creeping into the corners of his vision as Jeff felt his limp body being thrust into the back seat of the car. He wanted to sit up, wanted to get away, but his body felt so heavy and uncoordinated that he could barely move.

The last thing he noticed before losing consciousness was the slick wetness on the back of his head.

Got a new fic titled 'Dirty Deeds'. It's going to be my collection of slashy, smutty oneshots, if anyone is interested.