Adam knocked on the door as hard as he could. "Jeff come on baby, don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I was just joking around. You don't need to lock yourself in the bathroom."
"You were being an asshole!" Jeff yelled. "You and Matt are supposed to have a truce! And telling him that he and Chris were going to die of AIDS is not a part of that truce!"
"But he would have said the same thing to me if he would have thought of it first!" Adam whined.
"Well that's why it's up to you to be the bigger man and be more mature about this!"
"First of all, just because I have a bigger dick than the guy does not mean that I'm more the emotionally mature of the two! And second of all, where do you get off talking about maturity? You act like a damn five year old!" Adam knew instantly that he probably shouldn't have said that as soon as the words were out of his mouth, but it was too late to take them back by then.
Jeff came out of the bathroom so fast that Adam had to jump back. "Oh really? I act like I'm five? What about you? All you care about is KISS and Spiderman and sex and KISS and sex and hating Matt and--"
"Oh, like your lists of interests are so much more mature," Adam snapped. "It's always Skittles and Pixie Stix and sex and more Skittles and death to M&M's and sex and then there's the ever popular Skittles you never shut the fuck about."
"That's because Skittles are awesome!" Jeff yelled.
"Maybe in your insane brain they are but--"
"KISS sucks!" Jeff blurted out.
"Well Skittles suck!" Adam yelled back, not actually meaning it but needing something to blurt out after hearing the blasphemy that came out of Jeff's mouth. How the hell has this spiraled this far out of control? Jesus fucking Christ, I need to learn to shut my damn mouth.
Jeff looked offended. "Bastard!" He kicked Adam in the shins as hard as he could.
Adam yelped in pain and grabbed Jeff by the wrists. Jeff started trying to kick him again and he tried to block those blows as best as he could. "Would you stop that?" he shouted. "That's not--"
Jeff suddenly kissed him as hard as he could, actually drawing blood in the process. Adam kissed back just as hard, letting go of Jeff's wrists to grab his waist and grab his ass. The two of them stumbled into the bathroom, barely getting it shut before trying to rip each other's shirts off. "Fuck!" Jeff shouted as Adam ripped his shirt so hard that the buttons went flying everywhere. "What am I going to tell my dad about that?"
"Well you should have thought of that before you disrespected KISS," Adam replied.
Jeff rolled his eyes before biting Adam's shoulder as hard as he could.
"OW!" Adam shouted. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You said Skittles suck. You had to pay."
Now it was Adam's turn to roll his eyes. But instead of biting back, he backed Jeff into the corner and got both of their pants off. "Wrap your legs around me baby," he ordered. "Do it now."
"Don't boss me around," Jeff snapped, although he did what he was told.
Adam smacked him on the ass a couple of times before plunging into Jeff's warm, tight heat, groaning at how intense this felt. Sex with Jeff was always beyond amazing, but he had never known that arguing with Jeff led to anything like this.
Jeff dug his nails into Adam's back as hard as he could. "Fuck me already," he demanded. "Don't just stand there like a moron."
Adam smacked Jeff's ass again before thrusting into Jeff at a brutal pace. He would have been worried about hurting his lover if it had not been for the ultra slutty moans and whimpers that were coming out of the younger man's mouth. "You like that baby?" he asked with a smirk. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"
Jeff nodded and mewled as he bit Adam's ear lobe. Adam groaned and pounded into Jeff harder. "Stroke yourself for me baby. I want to see you do it."
It only took a couple of seconds of watching Jeff stroke his dick to make Adam cum hard. Jeff came too just seconds later, and they both ended up on the floor because Adam's legs couldn't support them anymore.
"Fuck," Jeff said as he panted for breath. He looked so dazed that it was actually kind of funny. "That was--"
"Yeah," Adam agreed before the sentence was finished. "I know."
"Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"What were we fighting about?"
Adam thought about it. "Honestly, I don't know anymore. Something about maturity and KISS and Skittles and AIDS. It doesn't really matter though." He kissed Jeff on the cheek. "The important thing is that we're both sorry and we still love each other."
Jeff smiled happily. "Yeah." He rested his head on Adam's chest. "Oh and if Daddy figures out we had sex in here, we used a condom, okay?"
"Why would we say that?"
"Daddy is a big believer on safe sex."
"But I can't get you pregnant."
"Yeah, but he worries about diseases. Don't feel insulted or anything. It's like that with any boyfriend Matt and I have brought home. Daddy's just a worrier."
"Well I guess I can lie and put his mind at ease," Adam said. He kissed Jeff again. "But it'll cost you."
Jeff raised his eyebrows. "And what's the price Mr. Copeland?"
"Remember that dominatrix outfit you talked about wearing? You have to wear that on our wedding night."
Jeff grinned. "I like that kind of payment."
"I figured you would. Now come on. We should get dressed before Shannon finds us and dumps water on us again."
"Yeah, he has a bad habit of doing that."
"Well if he ever does it again, I will kill him. I will horribly murder him and bury his body in the backyard and then I'll blame Matt."
Jeff rolled his eyes. "You're just looking to pick a fight so we can have sex again."
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Let's just see where the rest of the night takes us."
XXXXXXXXXX
Chris kept throwing rock after rock into the little pond in Gil's backyard. He still couldn't believe how much of a jackass he had made out of himself earlier. Why had he thought proposing was such a great idea? He should had just stayed happy with having Matt at all, especially after the whole Jeff thing. But no, he had to complicate things by buying a ring and making a shitty proposal to the guy he loved. Of course, the proposal thing wasn't entirely his fault. Shannon, Jeff and Adam had taken his confidence by making fun of him. The assholes couldn't let him work out the kinks of his big romantic speech in peace.
"Chris! Damn it Jericho, if you run away from me again, I'll kick your ass!"
Chris turned around to see Matt coming towards him. He winced, not sure what he should do. "Listen Matt, I--"
Matt cut him off with a kiss that nearly made him melt into a gooey puddle. It was several minutes before they broke apart enough to breathe properly, and even then they did so very reluctantly. "What was that for?" Chris finally asked.
"I was saying what you didn't give me the chance to say," Matt replied. He held up his hand, revealing that the ring was on his ring finger.
Chris's jaw dropped. "Does that mean--"
"I want to marry you dumbass," Matt said with a roll of his eyes. "God, you can be so dumb sometimes. What were you thinking by running out before I could answer?"
Chris shook his head. "I have no idea." He kissed Matt again. "I think I'm just stupid sometimes."
"Yes! He admitted it! And I witnessed it so he can't deny it later!"
Chris and Matt turned to find that Shannon was spying on them. "Do you want to get him or should I?" Chris asked.
"Let's get him together," Matt suggested. "It'll be more fun that way."
Shannon's eyes widened. "Oh shit! Legend! Legend help me! Matt and Chris are going to hurt me!"
Chris grinned. The Prince of Punk was going to get it when they got their hands on him. And revenge was definitely going to be sweet.
