Disclaimer: Still don't own them or the WWE, an no, still no paychecks coming after I posted a chapter, so I guess they're not mine hehe
Well, this one was a lot easier to write than the last one hehehe
For the sakes of my own sanity, I just "ignored" the fact that maybe they where in different timezones, sorry lol, it's late, and if I have to start checking that, I'll get nuts hehehe, there will be mentions, but I'll make it work with my story hehe, sorry for the lack of accuracy
Arf, I noticed I screwed up again lol, Dave wasn't in Pennsylvania, but who gives a shit, really lol, now he goes hehehe
So, hope you'll enjoy reading :-)
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Chapter 26
Mark had only stopped adressing the matter to get Ric of his back, he was still thinking about calling Matt, and after lunch he was sure he'd just do it, so he excused himself with the explanation of a nap, Ric shaking his head "Don't say I didn't warn you if it backfires Mark, seriously", Mark just looked at him sadly "I still have a rotten feeling Ric, and I have a lot of intuition, so please", "I'm not saying that perhaps the kid is not screwing up right now, I'm saying give him the benefit of the doubt Mark", "I just want to make sure, I don't want Vince on my back Sunday Ric", "Oh yes, that nice lie again", Ric watched Mark leave, and he got down, mind racing on how to act now, because Mark was destroying his little plan of letting Jeff alone for a few days and then checking how he was, why alarm the poor kid if he was behaving, his thoughts were interrupted by Hunter getting down "You're ok?", "Yeah, thinking about Mark and his mood", "Hein?", "Mark wants to threat Matt into giving him Jeff's number so he can check on him" to Ric it was better to have two minds dwelling on the imminent problem than one, "Oh, wow" was all Hunter managed as he scratched his head "So he'll fuck up your plan", "You're a very intelligent guy Paul, so tell me, where to go from now", "Let him do it, it only proves he really likes the kid", "It becomes insane", "No, not really, makes sense, he's just worried, let him and wait to hear from Jeff's reaction before anticipating your next move", Ric just shook his head "Matt won't give it out", "You can't know that for sure"
Before Ric could say anything he saw Shannon walk by and yelled "Moore… Hi there kid, could you get over here please", Shannon jumped so badly Hunter laughed his ass off, but he got over, way too scared not to oblige and whispering a shy hello, damning Matt for having gotten him in trouble with the guys too, but Ric stayed very polite, asking "How ya doing?", "Euh, ok I guess", "Good, listen, I have a question", "Ok…", Hunter decided to get straight to the point "This discussion stays between us three, got that", "Yes, sir", he chuckled "Sir… I like that", Ric shaking his head and getting to the heart of the problem "What's going on with Matt and Jeff Shannon?", Shannon got pale and looked at the table, not sure what to say, but Ric pushed "Tell us… We won't tell them you told us", "They got into a huge fight, beating each other up and Matt hitting Jeff with his guitar", "That all?", "As far as I know", Ric nodded "Ok, give me Jeff's number please", "That won't do you any good", Hunter grabbed him by the neck "Who are you to decide that", Shannon just shaking his head "No seriously, he'll be too fucked up to answer anyways guys", "Well, let me test that, I forgot to ask him something I need to know today", "What?", "Not your business, the number Shannon", Shannon just gave it, he couldn't care less, all he wanted to do was stay alive and healthy…
In Tennessee, Glen had just been given the grand tour of the property, his jaw dropping more than once, but his cheeks on fire as they entered a room in the basement, and indeed Glen hadn't lied, he owned a torture chamber, even if to Dave it was more an extreme pleasure chamber, whips were hanging from the walls in every shape and material, dildos, rings and other stuff too, there was a wooden cross, attached in an x-form that caught his attention, a deep growl going straight in his ear "If you don't behave I'll have to attach you on that", "Not sure I'll behave with that promise you know", Glen laughed "I really hope so, but not now…", "No, a lot better at midnight", they moved to the kitchen to get started on cooking something…
Jeff was sitting on his couch, staring holes in the air for a good three hours, one joint lit after the next, and no bottle staying empty for long, before he stretched on his couch and fell asleep, a restless sleep, thrashing and only straining his back further with both his position and his movements…
Mark was sitting on his bed, phone in his hands, he felt stupid, Ric was right, but still, he had a feeling that was deep inside that told him to do it, so what he did was call his brother, who was just busy creating a lunch/diner with Dave and it took a couple of rings for Mark to hear his voice "Hello?", Mark just whispered, head buried in his hands "Hey Glen", "Mark? Something happened?", "Why? Can't I call you?", there was an ironic chuckle "Mark come on, you know who you're talking to, so, what can I do for you?", "I need an advise", Mark was cringing at hearing his words out loud, and he could like hear Glen's grin through the phone "Uhu… Shoot bro", "I have a bad feeling", "A bad feeling, ok", "Glen", "About?", "Jeff", there was a laughter on the other side of the line and Mark growled "Glen man, what now", "Well, in what regard?", "That he's screwing up", "And?", "I want to call Matt", now he had his brothers entire attention, Glen putting down the knife he was cutting the vegetables with and sitting down "Did I just hear you right… You want to call Matt?", Dave looked at him puzzled as he took up the cutting, listening to what was going on, "Yes", "What for?", "Jeff's number", there was a little silence, before Glen gave his opinion "Don't know bro, you're sure you want to call the brat at all? You'll see him on Sunday anyways you know", Dave turned a wide grin on his face as he made obscene gestures, nearly making Glen laugh out aloud "I don't know", Glen summed it up, more for his own sakes than Marks "Ok, so your intuition says do it and your reasoning says don't", there was an annoyed groan "You're not dumb bro, wow, that I had figured out", "Well, if I were you, I wouldn't do it, it will leave too much room for interpretation", "And what if he fucks up badly", "Well, why don't you give me Matt's number?", "What for", "So I can do it, will be less weird if I do it", "Uhu", "I'll say I'm looking for something I think he may have packed when we were rooming", Dave gave him the thumbs up, grinning "I don't know Glen, he may feel checked on", "Yeah, wasn't that just the aim?", there was a long sigh "Glen, I don't know what's going on with me", "You care, you always get weird and moochie when you care", "You're an ass", "But it's the truth, it's been weeks that I told you to come to terms with it", "Glen…", "Yeah… Give me the number, I'll figure something out… But you'll owe me one", absentmindly Mark read out the number, wondering with what torture his brother would later come up with, but all he wanted to know was if Jeff was ok…
Ric had left Hunter with Shannon and had gotten out, sitting down and staring at the beautiful colors the sky was having, sun going down, he dialled the number and wondered what he was doing, but he knew he was a very spontanous guy and he'd come up with something as he counted mentally the rings… It took a good five before a sleepy voice greeted him, Jeff having fallen of the couch while trying to reach for his cellphone on the table "Humm, hello?", Ric let out a deep sigh, happy the kid was answering, even if he sounded not that present "Hi kid, it's Ric", he could hear some noise, mainly Jeff getting up again, before a much more awake but still weak voice said "Oh, hi Ric? Something up?", "No, came across your number and wanted to check if it was still working", way to go Ric, he was happy he came up with something that innocent, as Jeff answered "Oh ok, cool, yeah, still working", "How are you doing kiddo?", "Fine, just a little tired", "And drunk", "Just had a couple of beers Ric", "I'm not lecturing you Jeff, just stating the obvious, it's what we all do when we come home", on the opposite of Mark, Ric had a somewhat made up plan already running and managed to go on without a single doubt in his voice or mind, not making Jeff tilt that he was lying bluntly to him, "Oh, so I'm no freak", "Sorry, you're still a freak, but a really nice one", Jeff managed to crackle the first smile since he had gotten home "Uuuh, thank you so much", Ric laughed softly "Well, then I'll note down that the number is still yours… Have a good few days of rest kid, and should something happen, you know who to call, right", there was a little silence, before he heard a whispered "Mark", "Exactly, take care kid", "Yeah, you too", "Bye Jeff", "Bye", Ric hung up, and grinning victoriously made his way to their room, when Jeff hung up he stared at the phone, not sure what that was about, but maybe Vince had given a list to Ric to check, who knew, he smoked one more before managing to move his butt to his bed, dropping in it and sleeping straight through the night…
Ric just entered as Mark was about to hang up too, wavering a piece of paper in Mark's face who, wondering "Just a sec Glen", he put the phone down "What's that?", "Jeff's number", Mark took the phone up again "Listen Glen, we've got it figured out, don't call Matt ok", Glen couldn't but tease his brother a little "Ok, man Mark, you're annoying you know, you cost me ten minutes with your bull", "Yeah, sorry Glen, thanx though, bye bro", he hung up, looking at Ric "How?", "I asked Shannon", "He's here?", "Yes, downstairs with Hunter", "Oh", "And I called Jeff", Ric had to restrain any funny comment on Mark's illuminated face as he sat down, handing the paper over to Mark for "safekeeping" and adding "He's ok, I woke the poor kid", "He slept?", "Yup, sounded really cute you know", "What did you say", "I was checking on all the numbers to see if they were still good", Mark stared at him, yeah he knew Ric was one of the most versatile guys, getting everything turned out in his ways when he wanted "Wow…", "He's ok Mark", he left out that he had sounded a little drunk, not wanting Mark to worry too much and squeezed his leg "So now can I please have my Deadman back, seriously, you spook me like that", "I just worry for the kid Ric", "I know, but now you know he's ok", "Yeah", "Good", grinning Ric pulled Mark with him "Let's go downstairs, no more dark solitary brooding for you"
Their day passed rapidly, and after a diner with everyone, they moved to bed, Ric sleeping immediately, Mark laying there awake a long time, mind circling around Jeff, and what Ric had told him, wondering how Jeff had managed to get him this involved, and not quite able of getting those emerald orbs out of his mind, he fell asleep pretty much frustrated at himself, a weird dream haunting him…
The only thing haunting the boys over in Tennessee was Dave, who was a little worried about the whiplashes, or not really them but furthermore the marks they were leaving on his body, but his third powerful orgasm washing over him, he had to conclude he was a real pervert, one lash on his already hard cock had made him come so hard he had spilled his seed all over the wall, Glen chuckling and making some comment about having to clean that now, as he detached his lover, who had some trouble keeping his eyes open, so he helped him up to take a shower before heading to bed, they both fell asleep a satiated smile on their faces and bodies resting for their next adventure into Glen's little chamber…
Wednesday passed quickly for everybody, Mark working out with Ric and the others, spending most day trying not to think of Jeff, who was spending his day in a somehow different state of mind, not abdicting the drugs and the booze, but at least working on a new painting to replace the one his brother had destroyed, Glen and Dave didn't get out of bed before late afternoon, only to eat the leftovers from the day before and continue their little sessions until late at night… They took a plane first thing in the morning to join the others, Dave having an appearance and Glen worried for his brother, as they landed in Pennsylvania, Jeff was just finishing his painting, and dropped exhausted to the floor, head on the couch and slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep as the sun started to shine through the courtains, he managed to lift his body onto the couch and pull a sweater over himself as his nightly session took it's toll and he fell asleep…
Mark welcomed his brother with a growl, and Glen very amused patted him on the shoulder "Don't be like that, you know I love you", Mark pushed him away "You're a moron Kane", "And you're a bad brother", Mark was getting ready for his appearance, pushing Glen around as he walked through his lockerroom "You spoke to Jeff?", "No Ric did", Glen managed to stay serious and not make fun of his brother "And was he ok", "Apparently", "Still have your feeling", "Oh yeah, but nobody believes me, so I'm keeping it to myself bro", Glen knew when his bro was sensing stuff it was real, but the whole situation was more than tiring "No, listen man, I know you can sense stuff, but you've been handling the kid all wrong, just imagine he's wasted to death, you call and go berzerk on him, what do you think he'll do afterwards", "I wanted to call to check, not to yell", "Uhu, right Mark, and in the worst case scenario, you'd stay calm? Na, I don't think so", "Ok Glen, why don't we drop the subject", "Ok, just wanted to make sure you're ok", "Yeah, and you? Had some fun", "Oh yes, you can't imagine what Dave…", Mark interrupted him, hand on his ears "No and I don't want to know", Glen laughed "Ok dear bro, your loss, 'cause believe it or not", Mark wrapped his hand over his brothers mouth, shaking head "No, I don't want to hear a single detail about it, got me", he continued getting ready, and was quite mixed up as he put on his sunglasses, at least no one could see his gaze now…
As they were bickering, Jeff woke up, feeling a mixture of emotions, his body was completely broken and still exhausted, his mind on the other hand was rested and racing, so he called and ordered a pizza, he lit the television and watched Smackdown, feeling all torn up as he saw Mark in his interview segment, fidgeting on his couch and wondering why he felt so hyper the second he saw him, sweet tremors shaking him as he leaned back and inhaled deeply, listening to Mark's voice, feeling like he was just next to him, or at least nearly, and cringing at the memory of his match with Mark, he hadn't beaten him either, at least he had gained something much more valuable out of his defeat, the Undertakers respect and friendship, and that was something that right about now was the most important to him, back in Wilkes-Barre, Mark walked away from the interview location and went to the catering, sitting down with Ric and some other guys, sighing "Why do those interviews bore me like that", "Cause Vince tells you what to say", "Oh yeah, right, I forgot about that", Terri got up to get ready for his match, pulling Adam along, the others still waiting, Dave getting down opposite of Mark, grinning "And? Called Jeff?", Mark snapped, for just a couple of minutes he hadn't thought about him "I'm not asking you for details about your adventure trip with Glen, you don't bug me with Hardy, got it", "Sure", there was an even larger grin on Dave's face now, as he shrugged his shoulders and decided to not go on with the subject…
When Smackdown was finished, Jeff headed to his bathroom and started dyeing his hair, green, a little because he wanted them green and an awful lot because Mark had suggested it, but he wouldn't admit that, and once he was done he could feel a bad pain in his back again, so he settled down in his bed after having downed a couple of pills with some Vodka and tried to work on some lyrics, but half way through his eyes started fluttering and he got down, falling asleep, Mark had dinner with the other guys and he too crushed early, his inner little bad feeling more and more pressing, but decided on not giving in…
Around four, Jeff woke up and was feeling like crap, his back was pounding, an incessant pain radiating through his lower back, he managed to sit up and lean back, trying to will the pain away, which didn't work, another idea popped up, and sighing he reached for the phone and dialled a number…
In Pennsylvania, Hunter, Ric, Dave, Glen and some other guys had gone clubbing and where arriving back at the hotel, some more wasted than others, and the elevator ride got quite a piece of work, some people not remembering their floors, others pushing every button, making Hunter comment, his voice not so steady anymore "Now that we don't have Michaels on our backs, Randy has to start acting stupid, thank you Lord for your exquisit sense of humor", that earned him a slap from Ric "Leave the Lord out of it, blame it on the last drinks", it took them a good ten minutes before everybody had found their room and could go to bed…
Miles away in Texas a cellphone started ringing, startling Shawn out of a perfectly nice and cozy dream, heart pounding and beating way too fast, man he was on the verge of a heart attack, before realizing what noise had woken him and grabbing his cellphone "Yeah?", his now starting to calm brain registred a hiss before a voice could be heard "Hi", his mind raced on who he was talking to, now who would call and hiss into a phone, Hunter, but his voice was deeper, his foggy brain came up with the next best guess, as he whispered "Jeff? Are you alright", "No", Shawn decided he needed to sit for the conversation that would follow and moved into a comfy position "What happened", there was a long silence "My back seriously kills me", "Took some of the pills I gave you?", "Yeah, but I woke up, and now I'm dying", Shawn didn't think long, most rapid way to feeling better would have to do, he didn't want Jeff to come up with alternative ways of dulling the pain "Take some more", "You're sure?", "Better than making the next call to your dealer yeah, they helped before?", "Yes", "Than down two more, will get you at least a little more sleep", now that he was awake, he lit his own joint, hearing some rumaging on the other side of the line, some more hisses and than the sound of somebody drinking, before there was a distinctive sigh "I'm already better", Shawn inhaled "Good, and now smoke one but tell no-one I ever suggested something like that", there was a chuckle as he heard a lighter being used and he grinned "Good kid", "You're aware that I'll have tons of stuff in my blood", "We'll figure something out, so how's that little vacation going?", "Besided cleaning the mess, painting and sleeping I haven't done much", Shawn could practically hear an alarm going off, mentally adding getting majorly wasted to that list, but didn't say anything on that "Saw Matt?", "No", "Good", "Yeah", "Guitar still broken?", there was a sad sigh, before a giggle "No, it repared itself you ass", "Sorry, was trying to find a subject, besides Mark", long silence before he added "See, now you're all blushing and probably touching yourself", "You're so gross", "Humm, and you are pleasuring yourself, want me to help you", it did Shawn some good to hear Jeff laugh on the other line, he was glad he had called him and that he could help, even if he could see Mark hoovering over him for teasing Jeff like that "There's no shame in admitting you're…", he got interrupted "Stop it, I'm not doing such things", "No, don't you tell me you never did", "No, I meant not now", "Then do it, will relax you before sleeping", "Shut up, you saw Smackdown?", "Yeah, guess you too if you ask", "Yes", "Missed your Bad-Ass?", "Get lost Michaels", they continued for a good hour before their mutual yawnings made them hang up and they both fell asleep, Jeff feeling a lot better, both physically and mentally…
The Bad-Ass in question got up early, travelling to Detroit that morning with all the other guys, wondering why Jeff hadn't called him yet, but somehow convincing himself that was a good thing, it probably meant he was ok and did alright, and that should make him happy, but unfortunately he wasn't, he managed for most of the day to keep busy and not thinking of the younger Hardy, Jeff woke in the late afternoon, and feeling rested, and no pain whatsoever, he got up and started another painting, working until midnight before hunger drove him to the kitchen, and noticing he was missing stuff, he headed of to the closest 24/7 shop, and arms loaded stopped, seeing Matt before him in the line, and since he just had paid and turned, he saw his brother standing there staring angry at him "Jeff…", just not give in became Jeff's inner mantra, and he passed him, completely ignoring him, Matt felt a sting in his heart, man they both had crossed the lines, but he still felt as if Jeff was the bigger sinner in their mess and had to pay, so he growled something Jeff made out as a nice insult, but busy paying just let slip. He was glad Matt was gone when he got out and quickly went home, wanting to forget that incident…
When Mark got up the next day, Jeff was still awake, Shawn's pills working some magic on him, he fell into his bed in the late evening, getting up early to catch his flight, feeling like a zombie, and sleeping through the flight, he went straight from the airport to the arena, and the first person he came across was Hunter, who gave him a warm smile "Ah, there you are, hi Jeff, how ya doing?", Jeff smiled back, black rings around his eyes evident, but Hunter decided not to go into that subject as Jeff answered "Ok I guess", "Well, once you'll be in the heat of the action you'll be better than ok", Shawn arriving "Even before that, he'll only have to see Mark and he'll be ok", Jeff slammed his bag on Shawn, cheeks slightly flushed "Not true", "Uhu", Hunter grabbed Shawn "Let him be, you're rooming with Shawn, Chris and Eddie, and the Dudley's", "Lucky me", "Hey…" Shawn pouted a little "Let's go and you can put your stuff down", Shawn pushed Hunter away and pulled Jeff along, whispering "How are you", "I'm ok", "You look like shit", "Thank you so very much", "If Mark sees you he'll flip", "No he won't, it ain't his business Shawn", "Ouch, what happened to you to make you this snappy", "Nothing, I'm just tired, didn't sleep much last night", "Pain?", "No, anxiety", "Mark ha?", "Fuck you Shawn", they made it to the lockerroom, Jeff yawning and Shawn pulling him into a brotherly embrace "Poor Jeff… All tired and everything", Jeff pushed him away "You seriously suck man", Shawn gratified that one with the Dx sign, grinning "Let's go and have something to eat"…
Later that evening, they were sitting there, all ready for the next appearance, one that would incombe to Hunter, Jeff had pulled a couch towards the screens backstage, and sat there comfortably watching until he would be up, stradling his belt from time to time and laughing his ass of at Hunter's comments in the ring, poor Stephanie and poor Bischoff, they both got it heavily, and Shawn standing behind Jeff, massaging the kid's shoulders was grinning like a devil "And there I go and make it even better", Jeff was laughing, moving to Shawn's entrance song on the couch, making Benoit frown "You're fucking the couch there?", "Maybe", "Yikes" and he sat down next to him "Please don't jump me", in the ring, Shawn stole Stephanies microphone and started his own little funtime, "Now…", Jeff was already laughing as Hunter joined Shawn's little intervention, "Everybody knows the last thing I wanna do is cause any trouble", Jeff was on the brink of laughing himself to death, as Shawn continued, irony clearly written on his face and Hunter having trouble to stay serious, man it was just too funny with Shawn when he got started, "I don't wanna get in the middle of all of this lovers triangle thing, but if I remember correctly, it was me who said I was gonna come out here at Vengeance, and bring HHH home, bring him back to his buddies, the NWO", "There is however a problem with that…", Shawn continued his little games, until Hunter answered "I don't know… Sorry Steph" and the crowd exploded, Jeff jumping on the couch making the DX sign…
William stood there waiting for the match to begin, man his mood was not all too good, he would have enjoyed getting his title back, but no, somehow Vince seemed to think that either pissing him off or making Jeff happy was important, Regal hadn't found out which one it was yet, and he slapped Jeff on the head as he arrived next to him, gently kissing the belt "Mine William… All mine", that earned him another slap "Hey", "Don't provoke me, or I'll hurt you out there kid", there was laughter behind them, Shawn jumping up and down, hands on Jeff's shoulders "Don't you dare Brit", Regal couldn't add anything, he had to make his entrance, he just glared at Jeff one last time before stepping out, Jeff chuckling and shaking his body "Hu, he scares me", Shawn pushed him towards entrance "Kill him out there", "Na, Vince wouldn't be happy if his British bastard was gone", Jeff pushed Shawn back and launched towards ring too…
When Jeff got back, and he rushed, William's angry gaze made his hurting body move quick, he wasn't ready to go and take a beating now that he had won, he came across Ric, who had been eagerly awaiting the younger Hardy backstage to congratulate him personally and make the statement that he liked the kid to the world, and some other people he knew would bite their asses seeing it "Awesome performance man, like I told you a couple of weeks ago you're on your way", Jeff was trying to catch his breath, only managing a quick "Thank you" as Ric was continuing and shaking his hand, You're awesome man, don't lose faith in that…", Ric patted Jeff's arm and he looked at the belt on his shoulder a sec "You're on your way buddy", Ric couldn't add anything, as Terri made his way over to them, pretty impressed by Jeff's performance too and on the same page as Ric, the kid needed all the support in the world, and they were just the right guys to do such thing "Hey Jeff", their heads turned towards Terri, who arrived all dressed up and immediately shook the younger Hardy's hand, stopping next to Ric "Congratulations brother", "Thanx man", Jeff stared at Terri not quite able to believe he had just done that "Thank you so much sir", and with that he moved around Ric and headed towards his lockerroom, a happy twinkle in his eyes, Ric and Terri following him with theirs, before Terri pointed where Jeff had left off to "You know something Rickles, that kid is unreal brother", they went on, Ric teasing Terri about his idea of trying a Swanton too before spitting some venom direction Bischoff…
Jeff entered his lockerroom and came nose to nose with his brother, making him snarl "Get the fuck out of my way, you shouldn't even be here", "Don't be like that bro", "Ho, and how you want me to be? Go all moochie on you", "Still a big mouth as ever", "Get lost Matt", Jeff got down, hissing as his back bended, that Swanton where William had lifted his knees up had seriously hit him in his lower back, and a constant stinging was starting to drive him crazy, he didn't want to have to handle is brother now too "Get out of my face Matt, I'm not kidding", "I'm not done with you", Jeff was glad he finally got some peace with his brother gone, head against the wall and trying to stretch his back, still holding the belt on his lap…
His little quiet moment didn't last long, a concerned voice echoing through the room "You ok kid?", Jeff opened his eyes and stared in Mark's, "Yeah, just a little tired", "And that back of yours", "Ok", "Hummm", he stayed standing there, eyes fixing the young man on the bench, until he let out an annoyed sigh "I'm ok Taker, seriously, go and prepare for your match", Mark closed the distance between them and got down next to him, laughing darkly "You've got no business telling me what to do kid", Jeff put his belt next to him and got up, not showing the pain cursing through his body "Then do what you want, I'll take a shower", he moved over the showers, only undressing in there, not wanting Mark to see him having trouble doing so, but Mark was one though guy and had followed him, now standing leaning on the tiled wall "Uhu, I see how you're ok", "Go fuck yourself, leave me alone, please", Jeff was just to tired to argue and stepped under the water, a hiss from the man behind him making him turn, puzzled, before Mark's steady voice explained "You're bruising badly on your back kid, don't tell me you're not hurting", it didn't even occur to Mark that standing there, ready to go into a ring, watching someone naked under the shower was probably not very appropriated, but his concern was bigger than any reflection on the subject, at least until Jeff lost his temper and screamed "Yeah I'm hurting… So now what… Wanna make it magically disappear ha? Go and leave me the fuck alone", Mark raised his hands in defeat "This ain't over boy, this ain't over" and left him alone, stopping Shawn on his way and explaining the situation to him, with a warning to go and check on him, and not let him leave until he was done with his match…
Shawn immediately went checking on Jeff, getting an icy "What now" as he got in, raising his hands "Hey, don't be that defensive Jeff, I wanted to come and ask you if you wanted to check Mark's match with me and Hunter in Mark's lockerroom", Shawn thanked himself for his quick thinking, and seeing Jeff nod an ok, he grinned "Great… We can empty his Whiskey", "He'll kill us", "No, you get along with everything", "But you don't", "Ha ha, now hurry", Jeff sighed, and was glad Shawn took his stuff, he only clung to his belt making Shawn chuckle "You like it ha", "Yeah, Vince said I could keep it after tomorrow, since the european title is dropped, he figured the last one having had it should keep it", "That's cool", "Yeah, but still, makes me sad", "You'll have the intercontinental one soon", they made it to the lockerroom in time, they got down comfortably on the couch, Hunter not there yet, and looked the match on the tv in there, "He really lives like a king here", "Yup, bastard he is", Jeff was handed a bottle he welcomed dearly, the match starting. Shawn couldn't but grin as he saw Jeff staring at the screen with sparkles in his eyes when Mark entered, it seemed to Shawn that his friends entire body was reacting to the view of the Deadman, the entrance song sending tremors through his body "Uhu Jeff, he gets to you", "Shut up", "Just pointing out", "Yeah, ha ha"
After his match, a very pissed off Mark made it back to his lockerroom, finding Shawn and Jeff, the two were in the process of emptying Mark's precious Whiskey bottle, fact that earned them a deep growl "What are you thinking you're doing", a slightly plastered Jeff giving him a huge grin "Celebrating my keeping of the title", "Uhu", Mark was too fucked up to beat them both, so he just got down next to Jeff and got back his bottle, taking a huge sip "You'll get me a new one boys", he got giggles as answers, as he headed towards the shower…
Shawn moved closer to Jeff "Go and join him", "No", "Why not", "Because I'm still pissed at him for earlier", "Well he came to check you out", "Ha ha ha Shawn, funny, he came to annoy me about my back not to check me out…" "Anyways… You already have a ride over to Grand Rapids?", Jeff who was back on the bottle, shook his head, swallowing a huge sip "Nope", "Mark will take you with him", "Shawn…", "And me and Hunter too, we already decided that", "Thanx for giving me a choice", "Wanna go there with your bro?", "Screw you", when Mark got out, he found them still huddled on his couch, Jeff having curled up a little, eyes closed and head on Shawn's lap who fed him Whiskey from time to time, making Mark go completely crazy "I so hate you two", Shawn not being able of shutting "Just think of the ride Mark… You'll go even crazier with us", "I'll have one ride with me, the other with Ric, so you guys behave", "Bad Deadman, puuuh", Mark slapped Jeff with his towel, who giggled, still rolled on the couch "Hey", Mark got dressed, then packed his stuff together, growling "You behave… Let's go and see if everybody is ready", Jeff, not really feeling the pain anymore, jumped up and groaned, one hand on his back, Mark shaking his head "Kid… We'll have to do something…", he stopped, seeing Shawn shake his head behind Jeff "I'll check it when we get there Mark, or in the car", "In the car", Mark slapped his forehead at that kind of irresponsibility "Whatever kids"
They met up with the others in the catering area, Jeff still feeling fuzzy around Terri and Ric, overwhelmed by their kidness and support, and after splitting up into the different cars, they headed off, Jeff sitting in the backseat with Shawn, Hunter with Mark upfront, the threat, should they start misbehaving was out there, but Jeff was anyways to tired, and calm, the Whiskey having calmed both his nervs and the pain, he got comfortable, half laying there, and already bored to death as they drove off…
After two hours Mark stopped at a gas station shortly before Grand Rapids, Hunter wanted something to drink, and turning both men noticed why it had been so quiet, Jeff was laying stretched over the seat, head on Shawn's lap who had his hand on his lower back and had been massaging, until he too had fallen asleep, it was a very cute picture, and Hunter took one with his phone "Adorable, you wouldn't say they are such brats when you see them peacefully asleep like that", Mark growled something, he didn't want to find Jeff cute, it started to bug him that the words cute, adorable, sweet, and other derivatives of gorgeous always popped into his head when he looked at Jeff, and Hunter's provocative smile didn't help "No prob Deadman, won't tell him you looked like that at him while he was sleeping", "Fuck you, I suggest you shut up or you'll walk the rest of the way, got that", Mark got out of the car, sighing, he needed some air, he waited 'till Hunter had joined him and then closed the door, praying the two men wouldn't wake up while they were gone or something worse, his face apparently showed that concern, Hunter teasing him "Nobody will steal them Mark, I don't think there's anybody who would survive them for more than 24 hours anyways", Mark just ignored him and hurried back to the car, a couple of energy drinks and beers in his hands, and very silently getting back in the car…
They had slept through, when the car was started Jeff moved a little but stayed asleep, and arriving at their hotel around three in the morning, Hunter and Mark were faced with the dilemma of having to wake them and destroy the angelic picture, but they couldn't stay in the parking lot, so Mark started to slowly shake Jeff "Hey… Wake up kid, we're there… You can sleep in a bed now…", Hunter was doing the same with Shawn, who woke faster, smiling "Man I feel good", there was a sleepy pout "Yeah I did too, but than I got woken up", Jeff sat up, back blocking a little, but Mark helped him a little "You should have your back checked", "Jeez Mark, stop annoying me with that subject, just for 24 hours, please", Mark got busy with their luggage, he felt like slapping the kid through the entrance, so he just tried to get busy until they entered the Hotel, Mark automatically asking for a double room, Jeff standing next to him "But no blabla over my back Mark, please", "Oh no, I won't, you just go and drop of a ladder tonight, I don't care", they moved over to the elevator, Hunter and Shawn right behind them, everybody tired, so they decided to call it a night, and to go celebrating the next evening…
When Jeff came out of the bathroom, he looked at Mark, who had gotten down already and was sighing towards the ceiling, he really wanted a massage but felt stupid to ask him, Mark noticed his intense scrutiny, shuddering a little, "What punk?", "Could you… I…", Mark sighed again "I thought you didn't want mentions over your back", "That didn't include a massage", "Oh, how convenient", "Please", "Get down", getting his oils, Mark wondered what it was that didn't make him get angry, or frustrated, or go berzerk with the kid, but seeing the bruised and battered body he couldn't but help, "Jeff, you should seriously see a doc, this ain't enough to help you heal your back", "Massage… No talking about it", Mark continued, doing his best to avoid pushing to hard on the bruised area, just as Jeff's voice flodded the room "You know I have a ladder match tonight right?", there was a long silence, and Mark was torn between pushing on the bruise and making him feel the stupidity of his actions and chain him up somewhere so he couldn't face Rob, "Yeah I know, I hoped you'd go and ask to have it delayed, you'll hurt your back even more", "No", "Yeah, your stubborness will kill you", sensing he wouldn't be able of making him change his mind, he changed the subjected "So how was North Carolina", "Quiet and very lazy", Mark chuckled, continuing his massage of Jeff's shoulders, again, he was just enjoying knotting the kid's back too much to already stop, "So you managed to rest a little", "Kinda", "Yeah, 'cause you don't look rested", "Well, I am, but not really", Mark wasn't sure he wanted to know, so he just let the silence take possession of the room, as he massaged Jeff into a blissful sleep. Noticing that he had fallen asleep he moved to the bathroom, got ready and slipped in his bed, eyes focused on the sleeping form…
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Yet another one finished :-), hope you liked it