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Well, here's part five.
Matt was tired of being haunted by Chris everywhere he went. Even when he got back into the groove with Adam (and the lapdance of all lapdances finally turned him back on), Chris was everywhere. He was at the gym, when Matt tried to work out. He was nearby on flights, when Matt was trying to get some shut eye with Adam. He was at every club, at every diner, reminding him with his eyes that he wasn't going to give him up.
And Matt was ready to kill him.
Eventually, he just gave in and went to Punk's room. Punk was trying on his new knee pads, looking at himself in the mirror. "Oh, droolworthy, you sexy son of a-" Punk turned around and saw Matt laughing at him.
"Should I leave you and your reflection alone?" Matt asked.
"Why the fuck did I ever give you my key?"
"So I can come in at three o'clock in the morning and see the Jeffersons with you." Matt reminded him.
"Oh, right. So, what's up, Carolina? Seeing as the ever funny Sherman Helmsley isn't on the screen, I have no fucking idea why you're here."
"Well," Matt sat on his bed. "It's this thing with Chris."
"There's a thing with Chris?" Punk said sarcastically. Everyone with eyes could see how much Chris was bugging Matt.
"Don't fuck with me Punk, this is serious."
"Okay." Punk sat next to Matt. "What's going on?"
"Remember that night I asked you to cover for me? To say I was sleeping in your room but I came over mid Jeffersons?"
"Oh, you mean when you kissed me. Right, I remember. What about that?"
"I was with Chris."
"Oh, well, sometimes, you have to hang out with dif-" Punk's jaw dropped, finally understanding what Matt said. "You were with Chris 'stalker extraordinaire' Jericho?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Carolina. Carolina, Carolina, Carolina. What was going through that corn husk head of yours when you thought that was a good idea?" Punk asked.
"Look, Chris promised he'd back off of me and Adam if Adam won their match that night, but if Adam lost, I had to do whatever he said for the night."
"And you took that wager?" Punk said, "Holy fuck, Carolina, Chris could've told one of his buddies to come out and kick him! That bet favored Chris! How could you be so damn dumb?"
"He goaded me into it, alright? And I thought Adam could take him, and this would all be over." Matt looked at him, "I just wanted things to go back to normal. Adam and me, no Chris, everything fine and dandy. But then Chris won, and..."
"He told you to let him fuck you."
"No! And I so thought he would!" Matt sighed. "He did nothing like that. He kept the whole date platonic. He even gave me the bed while he slept on the couch."
"What a bastard!" Punk exclaimed. Matt hit him.
"Your sarcasm doesn't help me."
"I just don't see the problem. So what you went on a platonic date with Chris? You and I go on platonic dates all the time! Sure, I'm not your stalker, but blondie'll understand. It's a circumstantial thing." Punk looked at him. "Unless there's more I should know about."
"I did kiss Chris, but he was asleep, and he wouldn't let me go when I tried to sneak out," Matt said.
Punk nodded, and then he said, "The way I see it, your problem is you feel guilty that you've kept all of these things a secret. Either you have to do something that cancels out that one transgression- I suggest going to an S&M store if that's your route, I think Adam'll get a kick out of tying you down- or you can be honest with Adam and tell him everything. He loves you; he'll understand."
Matt thought over his choices, not liking either one. He didn't like getting whipped and he most certainly didn't want to tell Adam about Chris, because he was sure Adam would decipher that to mean that Matt was cheating on him with Chris of all people, and then he'd lose the best relationship he's ever been in.
Punk sighed. "Just think about it, you hick." He shook his head. "I'm going to get a Pepsi. Want anything?"
Matt shook his head no and Punk left. Matt laid on the bed and wondered if he and Adam moving away and changing their names would cut Chris out of his life.
He doubted it.
*
Adam heard the incessant knocking while he was on the toilet and shoved up his pants. He opened the door and saw Punk standing there. He'd learned to deal with the foul mouthed kid from Chicago- Matt liked him, so Adam put up with him. "Yes?"
"I'm going to be quick, because Carolina thinks I'm getting soda, but I figure he's too much of a moron to do it, so I'll have to intervene myself." Punk looked him in the eyes. "you ever notice that Matt's been a little off lately?"
"Yeah, but he's fine..."
"He feels guilty because he's keeping a secret from you," Punk said, "About him and Chris."
Adam grinded his teeth. "Him... and Chris?"
"Yeah, that's what I said, Blondie. Remember when you and Chris were in a match, and Chris won when Rey hit him?" Punk asked.
Adam nodded. "What about it?"
"Carolina and Chris bet on that match. If you won, Chris would leave you two alone. If Chris won, Carolina was his for the night."
Adam practically saw red now. "Are you telling me that Chris touched Matt..."
"No!" Punk shouted, "Carolina would never do that to you; you know better than that. And Chris kept it platonic. But Carolina's afraid that you'll take it the wrong way and think that he and Chris did do something."
Adam nodded. If Matt kept it a secret, it would eat away at him, leaving Chris on the brain constantly. Jericho was fucking crazy if he thought Adam would let him get away with this. "Thanks for telling me, Punk. I'll take care of it."
Punk looked at him, face in a warning scowl. "Don't hurt Carolina, you hear?"
"I'd never hurt Matt," Adam said, "And don't worry; I'll take care of it." Punk nodded and left to get a soda, so Matt wouldn't be suspicious. Adam's face became ugly with anger. Chris wasn't going to fuck with Matt like that. And, of course, Adam was way more of a master manipulator than Chris would ever be.
This could be fun.
*
Matt still pondered the issue when he was finally in his number one contender's match against MVP. How could he beat the issue away? He didn't know.
He went to the locker room to prepare for his match. When he opened the door, he saw Adam sitting on the bench, wearing nothing but a little towel around his waist. Matt blushed, unable to hide the fact that the sight was doing wonders for him.
"Hey Adam," Matt said.
"Hey." Adam walked over and closed the door. He put his hands on either side of Matt and smiled. "Aren't you just the sexiest thing to ever walk into my locker room."
Matt gulped. "What's this about, Adam?"
Adam tapped the side of Matt's cheek. "I know about your little night with Chris."
"I'm going to kill Phil Brooks," Matt said angrily.
Adam laughed. "Don't be so hasty, Mattie. I know and I don't blame you one bit. You did what you thought was necessary to get him to back off. I actually like that. In fact... it turns me on. A lot."
Matt shook his head. "You're... fine with it?"
"That's what I said, wasn't it?" Adam grabbed Matt's hands and pulled him inside. He sat him on the chair by the wall and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, gorgeous. You didn't have to hide it from me."
Adam grabbed the sides of Matt's jeans and pulled them down. "What are you doing?" Matt asked, kind of nervous but definitely aroused.
"Showing you just how much it doesn't matter." Adam shoved down his boxers next, and then he just took Matt's member into his mouth. Matt made an unintelligible sound as Adam swallowed around him slowly, miliking it for all it was worth.
"Adam... I... wrestle... soon..." But Adam ignored him and just made him moan louder, unable to control the feelings Adam was giving him. Matt squeezed the sides of the chair, moaning louder and louder until Adam finally made him cum, making him scream his name.
Adam pulled off and kissed Matt, letting him taste his own juices. "Fuck Adam, I have to wrestle later!" Matt giggled.
"Oh love, it's perfectly fine. You're just well relaxed for your match." Adam smiled and kissed him again, and Matt saw Adam had an erection of his own.
"Need help?" Matt asked playfully. Adam smirked as Matt brought his hand under Adam's towel and wrapped his hand around it. He started jerking him at the pace he knew Adam liked, making Adam moan in ecstasy. Adam buckled into Matt's hand, finally cumming and shouting out Matt's name. Adam collapsed into Matt's lap and Matt wrapped his arms around Adam.
"See?" Adam said, "It's okay. We're okay. Promise."
"I love you, Adam," Matt said. Adam stroked his hair.
"Love you to, Matt."
Adam got up and helped Matt to his feet. "You've got a match to prepare for, love. Good luck." Matt kissed him again and went to the shower to clean himself up before he got into his tights. Adam smiled and quickly put on his wrestling tights. After they were on he went next door and knocked on that locker room.
Chris was out of his mind, half aroused, and half disgusted. Matt and Adam were so damned loud. What were the chances that fate would put them right next to each other? Why did Matt have to sound so good, and then just say Adam? The torture had to end. But Chris thought he made Matt wonder a little- how could he let Adam take him like that?
He heard the knock and didn't want to answer the door, afraid the bulge in his pants would freak out the person, but knowing it could be Vince or someone like that. He tied a sweater around his waist and opened the door to see Adam Copeland there, arms crossed. "What are the chances that you just randomly got the locker room next to ours?" Adam sneered.
"If you're implying that I did this, you're wrong," Chris said, "I didn't manipulate it so I could hear you and Matt going at it like a couple of animals."
Adam smirked and pulled the sweater from Chris' waist. "Looks like someone wishes he was going at it like an animal with Matt," he said.
"Look, yes, I know I'm around where you don't want me a lot, but I swear I didn't manipulate this," Chris said, trying to make his embarrassment go away.
"Oh, I know you didn't," Adam said, "Because I did." Adam slapped Chris' cheek. "Back off, Chris. I'm running out of patience with you."
Chris grabbed Adam's arm. "You listen to me, you fucking tapeworm..."
"Adam? Where the hell did you go? I swear, if you took my tights again, I'm going to kick your ass!" Adam snickered.
"Well, I have to get back to him. Good luck and please, please Irvine, for once in your life, take advice from someone other than yourself. Back off." Adam pulled his hand out of Chris' and walked back into his locker room. Chris shook his head.
"If you want a rumble, Copeland, I can give you a rumble," he said.
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