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Well, here's part five.
"I really like you too Chris. I'd like to go out on a date with you." Matt kissed Chris, and, although he was caught off guard, Chris immediately kissed back. Matt's lips had a drug like effect on Chris, and he wanted more, pushing against Matt lovingly.
Matt moved back and smiled at him. "Well, anything to say?"
Chris' lips curled into a small, humble smile. "Mattie, you have no idea how happy you've made me."
Matt stroked Chris' cheek. "I think I do... because you made me happy too."
Chris was awake, but he preferred to replay that one moment in the dream over and over again. Before he knew about the Matt and Adam love affair, before he followed Matt up those stairs to his room, before Adam walked in and told him where to tickle Matt to turn him on...
Chris finally decided to open his eyes. The bed was empty. Matt hadn't bothered leaving him a note, or anything. He just left. Chris sat up and put his head in his hands. Why the hell did he bother? Matt was in love with the devil. There was nothing he could do about it, short of forcibly keeping Matt from Adam. A bunch of people who loved Matt knew exactly the type of person Adam could be, and they didn't fucking care. His own brother let Adam date him; who was he to get in the way of their bliss?
Chris stood up and saw little reminders that Matt was in here, even if it was for one night. Matt's indent on the bed. A hair tie Matt must've forgot on his way out. The Edge shirt Chris made him take off. Chris grabbed the shirt, opened the window, and threw it out. Adam fucking Copeland.
Chris told himself he couldn't stay in the room all day, so he went into the shower like a zombie with his boxers still on and let the water run over him. Did he think Matt would change his mind overnight? That was ridiculous! But he at least thought Matt and him would argue, and Chris would try to haggle for more time, and Matt would stubbornly refuse, reminding Chris just how much he loved his Hardy boy.
Chris got out and looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. It wasn't a 'how funny' laugh, it was a 'poor you' laugh, an awkward one. He was Chris fucking Irvine! He was Chris Jericho! He amazed crowds and stole shows! He was the Wrestler of the Year! How could he stand around like a fucking mope?
He went back into the shower and took a real one, with soap and everything. Chris always cleaned up nice; another reason for the arrogant Canadian to boast. He got dressed and left the room immediately, off to do something with his time. If Chris wanted to take Matt from Adam, he had to be in it for the long haul. He knew Matt was oblivious to who Adam was.
*
"Hungry?" Adam asked, when the movie was over. Matt looked up at Adam, who was laying next to him.
"What?"
"Are you hungry?" Adam snickered, "God, I swear, Mattie, it's like you're on another planet." Matt knew he was right; after sleeping in with Punk, he went to his Adam's room, and he had the nagging feeling that Adam somehow knew. That all his careful behavior amounted to nothing and everyone would hear about how Matt Hardy and Chris Irvine went to a French Restaurant, dancing, and then slept in the same room.
They wouldn't believe Matt and Chris didn't sleep in the same bed. They wouldn't believe either man remained clothed in front of the other. Rumors would spread, each one more kinky and disgusting than the last, and Matt wouldn't be able to show his face around any show. And he never wanted to hurt Adam.
There was something else, and it was when he kissed Chris. He couldn't get it out of his mind that there was something other than the need to escape in that kiss. He thought it was like a coyote chewing their own leg off to escape a bear trap, but it wasn't bad. In fact, it was kind of nice. And he did not need those thoughts in front of his boyfriend.
"Let's go out!" Matt said. Adam looked at Matt, confused. "Come on, Adam, we can go to a pizza place and get some food. Then we can get lost and have some fun in the car. Doesn't that sound awesome?"
Adam giggled and ran his hand up Matt's thigh. "As incredibly tempting as that is, I'd rather just stay here tonight. We can get food from the hotel buffet, hang out with some of the guys, and then have our fun on this nice, comfortable bed. Doesn't that sound better?"
No, because I don't want to see Chris until he stops nagging at me. Matt couldn't believe how much Chris fucked with his mind. Why couldn't he stop thinking about Chris Irvine? "Come on, I'll even do my Cookie dance, just for you," Matt said, dropping his voice to a seductive tone.
Adam put his hand on Matt's cheek. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Hardy?"
"Maybe," Matt said, winking. Matt pushed Adam down and straddled him before crashing his lips into Adam's. Adam immediately grabbed Matt's hips, pushing their pelvises together. Matt groaned when the normally arousing act had absolutely no effect on him and rolled off of Adam.
"What's the matter, babe?" Adam asked.
Now I can't even fuck my boyfriend? Damn you, Jericho! Matt shook his head and said, "I'm too hungry. Let's just go get something to eat."
"Sure." Adam stood up and began rummaging in his bag for a pair of jeans. Once they were on, he grabbed Matt's bag and said, "I hope you don't mind... I want to pick out the outfit I'll rip off of you later."
"Don't talk to me like a sub," Matt said, rolling his eyes, "I'm taking YOUR ass tonight."
Adam made a sound that meant yeah, right. "We'll see if you're singing the same tune when I ride you like a bull." Matt laughed as Adam made a sound. "Now, I'd like to see you in this!" Adam pulled out the shirt, and Matt's laughter ceased. That was... oh fuck, that was the shirt Chris brought for him.
"If we're not going anywhere, why dress fancy?" Matt asked.
"You wanted to go to a Pizza Hut!" Adam said, "Come on, Mattie, you know how sexy you'll look draped in silk? Definitely rape worthy." Matt shook his head. It was like everything about last night was there to bite him in the ass. How could things get any worse?
*
Matt rolled his eyes, knowing that there was a reason he disdained on characters who said 'Things can't get any worse' was because they challenged the cosmos, and the cosmos made a show of biting back. And there he was, trying to share a meal with Adam, when Chris was almost too close for comfort.
Why did Adam have to choose the table right next to Chris'? Why did he have to give Chris a perfect view of the mark of their one night? Fuck, I'm cursed.
Adam left to get seconds, leaving Matt to his food, and Chris immediately took the seat next to Matt. "You never said goodbye," he said.
"Well, your night was over," Matt said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I wasn't going to give you more time than you earned."
Chris put a hand on Matt's thigh and ran his hand down to the knee, just like Adam did earlier. "Then give me a chance to earn more time," Chris said, looking into Matt's eyes.
"No thanks," Matt said, shoving Chris' hand off his thigh, "Shoot, why me?" Matt hadn't meant to say Why me aloud, but Chris already heard it.
"What?" Chris said.
"Why me?" Matt said, deciding to go forward, "Of all the people in the entire WWE you could bug, why me? Why now, that I'm happy with Adam? Did I say, Chris, come chase me? Did I do something to make you think I was suddenly interested in dumping Adam for you? Why me?"
Chris shook his head, laughing. "Oh, Matt." He leaned forward and kissed Matt's forehead before saying, "You're smart and you're smart mouthed. You're hot and you fucking know it. You walk around like you own the place. You're a stubborn little jackmule... determined. And you're loyal as hell, sticking by Adam even though you know what gets said about him in the locker room."
"Similar rumors follow you, Chris," Matt said.
"I know that. But I want that loyalty to stand by my side. I want you to open that smart mouth I love so much to tell me that you love me, to assure me that your feelings haven't changed. I want to be the one to make you relax, make you smile, make you moan... I want to be the one for you."
Matt was about to stand, but Chris grabbed his arm. "Don't make a scene," he said, "You'll alert Adam."
"Just leave me alone and forget last night ever happened, Jericho!" Matt hissed, trying to cover up how that jarring speech effected him. This wasn't about his body; Chris genuinely wanted all of him, and that scared him even more. Chris couldn't have just suddenly fallen so madly in love with him.
"I can't," Chris said, "But I'll keep it between us, if you can keep a secret of mine."
"What is it?" Matt asked.
"I miss the way things were," Chris said, "Can't we... can we at least be friends again?"
"No," Matt said, "Because you'll never be satisfied as just friends, and you'll bug me more than you do already." he saw Chris look down and didn't mean to hurt him like that, but he figured it was beyond hinting already.
"You're right. I'll never give up on you, which means I'm going to bug you no matter what. And..." Chris smiled. "Maybe then you'll finally give me a chance."
Chris walked away, seeing Adam walk back. And he smiled wider- he saw the look in Matt's eyes. He got to him.
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