Jeff sighed as he rinsed his hair out under the hot water. Jay had gone down the hall to get Adam and Dave was waiting for him in the bedroom. The Animal was taking his role of guard dog very seriously. And while Jeff appreciated the protection, it was hard to get some alone time with Jay with the third wheel constantly being around. Maybe I should tell him to take the night off after we go out with him and Adam, he thought to himself. Jay and I haven't really gotten to do anything yet, and I want tonight to be the night.
He turned the water off, dried himself off and got dressed. Then he gathered up his dirty clothes and went out into the room. Dave was out on the little porch they had, talking on his cell phone. Jeff couldn't see his face, but he could tell by the older man's demeanor that something bad had happened.
It was a few more minutes before Dave came back inside. "That was my mother on the phone," he said quietly. "My oldest daughter was in a car wreck and she's in a coma now. Her kids are hurt too."
"Go to them," Jeff said immediately. "Just go right now. That's where you need to be."
"I should at least get you back with Jay before I--"
"No, you need to go to your family. I can go find Jay myself. He's probably just having a hard time dragging Adam's ass out of his room. You know how stubborn Copeland is if he doesn't want to go and do something."
"Yeah," Dave said thoughtfully. He grabbed his car keys and his bag. "Are you sure--"
"If you ask me one more time, I'm going to smack you with a phone book," Jeff said impatiently. "Go to your daughter and grandkids. They should be your priority."
So Dave went. Jeff sighed and started to put his shoes on. He wondered what the hell Jay was doing. He was starting to get worried. "I'm just going to have to hunt him the hell down," he muttered under his breath.
"Don't waste your time. Jay's not going anywhere for quite awhile."
Jeff jumped about a foot in the air as Randy slithered out from under one of the beds. "What the fuck?" he said in shock.
Randy stood up and waved Jay's key card in front of Jeff's face. "I didn't know Dave was here. I thought I was screwed when I came in. But lucky for me, Dave didn't look and gave me just enough time to hide."
Jeff took a step back. His heart was beating so hard that he could feel it inside his chest. "How did you get that?" he asked.
"And it's just too bad about Dave's poor daughter," Randy said with a smirk. "But I can't say I'm not happy now. Fate's on my side now Hardy. It wants me to get you."
"I asked you how you got that card!" Jeff said angrily. He clenched his hands into fists and scowled. He was beyond worried about Jay at this point. "What did you do to Jay?"
Randy grinned sadistically. "I punted him in the skull right after I raped Adam."
Jeff's eyes widened. "You son of a bitch!" he said angrily. He lunged at Randy, managing to tackle him down on to the bed. He hit at him wildly, only wanting to inflict as much damage as possible. But Randy managed to catch his wrists and flipped them over so he was on top.
"This is much better," Randy said as he pinned Jeff's hands down above his head.
"Let go of me!" Jeff shouted. He tried everything he could to get Randy off of him. He knew exactly how far the Legend Killer was willing to go and it scared him. "Randy stop it! This isn't funny!"
"Good, because I'm not joking," Randy growled. He ripped Jeff's shirt right off his body. "I'm tired of just watching you. I'm taking what I want now, and you are not going to stop me."
Jeff tried to get his hands free as he kicked at Randy wildly. He couldn't let this happen to him. "Help!" he screamed as loud as he could. "Somebody hel--"
His words were cut off by Randy wrapping one of his hands around his throat. "Listen to me Jeff," Randy said quietly. "I'd be really quiet right now if I was you. Because if you make too much noise, somebody is going to hear you and then I won't get what I want. And if I don't get what I want right now, I will go to Jay and I will punt him in the skull over and over again until I am sure he will NEVER be able to wrestle again. You got that?"
Jeff nodded reluctantly. He could tell by Randy's eyes that Orton was dead serious about that. And he knew that too many concussions really would end Jay's career. Hell, Bret Hart's career came from one concussion that he never had a chance to fully heal from. He didn't want to think of the damage that could be done to Jay from repeated punts from Randy.
Randy smiled victoriously and finished removing Jeff's clothes. Jeff closed his eyes as tightly as he could and turned his head the other way. He just wanted Randy to be done with it already. He knew what Randy was going to do would hurt. There was no way that it wouldn't. A couple of tears leaked out of his eyes because of the awful anticipation and he began to hyperventilate.
"Shhhh," Randy whispered. He kissed Jeff's face softly. "Don't be like this Jeff. I'll make you feel real good, I promise."
Randy's sudden change in demeanor didn't really make Jeff feel better. "Randy please stop," he begged as he felt his pants being removed. He wanted to fight so badly, but Randy's threat to Jay kept that from happening. So he just settled for closing his eyes and hoping this was all a horrible dream. "Don't do this. Just leave me alone."
"I can't," Randy growled. "I tried and it didn't work out so well. You're too damn hard to resist."
Jeff whimpered as he felt Randy's lips against his own. He tried to just keep his mouth shut as best he could, but Randy was beyond determined at this point. The younger man's tongue was in his mouth and his hands were exploring Jeff's body. Jeff just kept his eyes shut, fucking hating everything Randy was trying to do to make him enjoy this.
Randy suddenly grabbed Jeff by the chin and forced him to turn his head. "You know what? I was trying to be at least a little nice Jeff. But if that's the way you're going to be, then so be it."
Jeff finally opened his eyes as he felt Randy position himself between his legs. "I fucking hate you, you sick fuck," he growled.
Randy smirked. "Sticks and stones don't mean a damn thing baby." He entered Jeff quickly, silencing Jeff's scream of pain with a kiss. He thrusted in and out quickly, obviously no longer caring if he hurt Jeff or not (that was assuming he cared at all in the first place).
Jeff turned his head away again and bit his lip so hard that it drew blood. A few unwanted waves of pleasure began to go through him as Randy managed to hit his prostate. He tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, not wanting to enjoy this at all. But Randy caught on quickly and he began stroking Jeff's cock in time with his thrusts.
"No…Randy stop…" Jeff begged. His mind was screaming at him because this wasn't supposed to feel good.
Randy chuckled. "What's wrong Jeff? Am I fucking you better than Jay does?"
Jeff let out a small cry as a brutal thrust made him cum against his will. Just seconds later, Randy came as well, which gave Jeff the smallest sense of relief. "You got what you wanted," Jeff said quietly. "Please just leave now."
Randy got off of Jeff and just stared at him for a moment. He had an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, it looked like he was going to say something, but then he just left. Jeff just continued to lay on the bed for a few minutes before slowly sitting up. He felt absolutely sick about what he had just let happen to him. A few tears began to come out as he got redressed. His body ached and he felt so damn ashamed. I'm going to get Randy for this. I swear to God, I'm going to make him pay, even if it's the last thing I do.
