"So what's the deal with Orton?" Jay asked. "You guys really didn't go into detail about that."
Jeff shrugged. He and Jay were at a bar now and they were sitting at their own little private table. "I don't know. He basically shoved me into a closet and told me either I was going to come to his hotel room tonight and have sex with him or he was going to come and take me by force. It was just weird as hell." He took a drink of his beer. "I mean, I knew he had issues, but I didn't know they were that twisted."
Jay clenched his jaw. "Bastard," he muttered. "Now I want to kick his ass."
"I think Matt's going to kick his ass enough for everyone," Jeff assured him. "But I have to ask, why did you make Adam go along with him? Why him of all people?"
"Because he knows Orton better than anyone else I know," Jay replied. "And I know that some nasty shit went down between the two of them. I can see it in his eyes whenever Randy is mentioned."
"Has he ever talked about it?"
"No, and that doesn't make me feel any better about it. It probably means it's worse than anything I've been able to imagine."
Jeff nodded. He knew that Jay and Adam were still really close. Even Jay's time in TNA hadn't changed that. He took another drink of his beer. He really didn't want to talk about the whole Randy thing anymore. It just made him remember how it felt to be trapped with Randy in that closet earlier. There had been a minute when he had thought that the Legend Killer was just going to force himself on him right then and there. Hell, he was surprised that that hadn't happened.
Jay seemed to sense that Jeff was not liking this conversation anymore. "So what was with your face turning all red earlier?" he asked with a smirk.
Jeff's eyes widened. Oh shit, he noticed that? "What are you talking about?" he asked. He was trying to keep his cool but his voice faltered anyway.
"Well when Matt asked if I was okay with just the two of us going out and I said I was, you kind of turned red. And then you really turned red when I put my arms you, you really turned red." Jay's smirk was growing by the minute. "Is there something you want to tell me Jeff?"
"Yes," Jeff said. He could feel himself blushing at the moment and he hated himself for it. "I am a tomato."
Jay promptly spit out the beer he just drank. He started choking and laughing and coughing all at the same time. "What?" he finally wheezed out.
Jeff managed to grin. "You didn't expect to hear that, did you?"
"No, I really didn't," Jay said with a shake of his head. "You could have waited until I swallowed." His eyes suddenly widened. "Wow, that could be interrupted as really dirty."
"It's okay dude," Jeff assured him. "I swallow too." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He had no idea why he chose to say that, but he almost wished he hadn't.
Jay raised his eyebrows. "Well that's always good to know. Maybe I'll have to see if I can find out from personal experience someday." It was hard to tell if he was just teasing or being serious about that. And even Jeff wanted to know, he didn't have the courage to ask. He just chose to take a big drink of his beer. Damn it, why do I have to feel so fucking awkward about this? Why the fuck can't I stop turning red every time he grins at me? Jesus, I am going to murder Matt for putting me in this situation…if I don't die from making an ass out of myself first.
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Matt put the card key in the slot and unlocked the door. He had very nicely persuaded the receptionist to give him the key to Randy's room. He didn't want to take a chance knocking on the door because if Randy looked to see who it was, he probably wouldn't answer it. Adam was there too, but he was standing behind Matt. He was acting really nervous and jumpy. Matt almost asked what the hell his problem was, but then he realized he didn't actually care.
When they went into the room, they found Randy pacing back and forth like a wild animal. He looked at them and growled. "I should have known he was going to open his big mouth. Fucking idiot doesn't--"
Matt hit Randy across the face as hard as he could with his cast. It hurt his hand really badly to do that, but it was worth it in his book. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked angrily. "Did you think you were going to get away with what you tried to do to Jeff?" He hit Randy again, only he did it harder this time. "Answer me damn it!"
Randy looked up at him with his cold eyes. There was no emotion inside of them. He was not afraid or even a little intimidated by Matt. He just looked annoyed that it wasn't Jeff in the hotel room with him.
"Back off for a second," Adam said to Matt. "Let me handle this."
Matt glared at the Rated R Superstar for a moment before letting Randy go. "You better make him talk," he hissed angrily. He was in full protective big brother mode and he didn't see himself coming out of that for a good long while now.
Adam sighed and looked at Randy. "Come on man, what are you doing? This is fucked up dude. Leave Jeff alone. He doesn't need to be a victim of your sick little games."
Randy got back up to his feet slowly. The look he was giving Adam even sent chills up Matt's spine. "I'd stay out of this if I were you Copeland," he said quietly. "You don't want to bring yourself back to my attention, do you?"
Adam gulped. "Stop it Randy. You're not funny. And this thing with Jeff…God, you nearly fucking broke me, you sick bastard. Do you really think he's going to stand a chance with you?"
Randy grinned sadistically. "No. That's what I'm counting on."
Matt had no idea what either of them were talking about, and he officially didn't care. He could see the evil in Randy's eyes and it made him angrier than he had ever been before. He pulled Adam out of the way and tackled Randy to the ground. He was done trying to be diplomatic about this. He was just going to pound the ever loving hell out of the Legend Killer.
Randy tried to block the punches and muttered a few choice words as he tried to shove Matt off of him. But Matt had the both the anger and surprise elements working for him. He just kept hitting Randy until Adam forcibly pulled him off. "He's out," Adam said as he tried to drag Matt away. "He's unconscious. You need to stop now."
"No," Matt growled as he broke free from Adam's grip. "I'm going to make sure he knows to stay away from Jeff."
"But that's not going to work!" Adam protested. "You're just going piss him off more."
Matt turned around to glare at the blonde man. "What the hell do you know?"
"I just know Randy, okay? The best case scenario that I see happening is that Randy will get bored trying to get around you and he'll forget about Jeff." Adam started pulling Matt towards the door. "Now come on. You're not going to be any help to Jeff if you get arrested or suspended for beating Randy to a pulp."
Matt cast one last look at Randy, who was still unconscious. He even looks at Jeff funny again, I'll knock his damn head off. No, for get that--I'll kill him. I swear to God I'll kill him.
