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Chapter 4

Randy watched with amusement as Jeff haphazardly stuffed his belongings into a hand carrier and a duffel bag and finally got the zips closed. "Whew! I think that's about it!" Jeff said as he glanced around, making sure he didn't leave anything behind.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Randy pulled him down to sit on the bed with him. "So, cookie monster is your constant travelling companion huh?"

Jeff gasped and covered Randy's mouth with his hand, "Sshh … you mustn't tell anyone, they'll laugh at me if they knew!"

Randy gently removed his hand and kissed his palm tenderly, "I won't tell, but, I've a condition."

Frowning at him, Jeff asked, "What is it?"

"You have to promise me that you'll keep cookie monster out of sight when we're together. I don't want him spreading the juicy bits about us to his friends back on Sesame Street!" and laughed uproariously at Jeff's expression.

"You're poking fun at me!" Jeff huffed and pouted. He made to get up but Randy pulled him back down and shifted quickly, putting Jeff below him.

"You're so adorable when you pout!" Randy whispered endearingly as he bent to kiss him softly on his mouth. The slow lingering kiss soon turned hungry as Randy totally engulfed Jeff's mouth with his.

"Randyyy …" Jeff gasped, trying to get air desperately into his lungs, "W..we're supposed to be leaving …" and he shuddered with anticipation as Randy moved his mouth down and bit down on the throbbing pulse at his neck and nibbled the skin. He whimpered as Randy's hand reached under his shirt to tweak his nipple.

"Hmm... just as soon we're done here!" Randy murmured huskily as he pushed up his shirt and latched his mouth around his sensitive nipple. His fingers were already busy unbuckling and pulling down his pants.

"Please, Randy ..." but Jeff's protests turned into a long drawn moan when a warm and wet tongue pushed its way into his pucker. He writhed and moaned as Randy continued to pleasure him with his mouth and the next moment, he found himself sitting astride him. Randy had somehow miraculously shed his clothes within seconds.

"Lower yourself onto me," Randy rasped in a voice laced heavy with desire as he held his cockhead at Jeff's gateway. Inch by inch, he guided Jeff down as he filled him until the last few inches when he thrust up suddenly, making Jeff arch and cry out. He held him down firmly by the hips, groaning in bliss, his thick eight and a half inch rod buried deeply in the tight canal.

Jeff rested his head on Randy's chest, gasping softly while adjusting to the invasion.

After several moments, "Sit up and ride me hard, baby!" Randy coaxed him and amidst the pain and pleasure, Jeff did as told, Randy thrust upwards to meet his downwards thrusts. Soon, both men were panting loudly as their momentum built towards release.

"So tight, baby, you're squeezing me! Ride me harder, faster!" Randy growled as he pumped his hips upwards furiously, thrilled at the flood of sensations ravaging his body.

"Rann…dyy!" Jeff cried out deliriously as he threw his head back, breathing harshly through his mouth as he lost himself in the throes of passion. A burn filled his senses and they gathered and pooled at his groin, a warning of his impending release. Jeff rode Randy like a stallion, he rode him hard and fast but it wasn't enough for Randy. Grabbing Jeff by the hips, he flipped him and switched places with him. Without missing a beat, he pumped his hips at a frenzied pace, slamming hard into the man beneath him and making him scream his pleasure. He lifted one of Jeff's legs over his shoulder for deeper penetration and thrust in deep and hard, luxuriating in the tight heat that gripped his shaft in a loving caress. He could feel Jeff trembling under him as he arched to meet his thrusts, wanton cries escaping him. Randy reached down to pump his shaft in time with his thrusts and seconds later, they climaxed simultaneously. As their heartbeats returned to normal, Jeff shifted to rest against Randy, purring contentedly as he closed his eyes drowsily.

"I'm falling for you, Jeff."

Jeff's eyes snapped open upon hearing those words. Randy was smiling down at him, his deep blue eyes gazing lovingly into his. Caressing the side of his face tenderly, Randy said, "I know we promise to take it slow but I can't help falling for you."

Jeff's eyes softened as he traced Randy's lips lightly with his finger, "Oh Randy, it has been a while since I've felt this good. I really, really like you, but we hardly know each other. Let us give ourselves more time to know each other better."

More than anything else, Jeff wanted their new found relationship to work. But, he couldn't help worrying how it might affect Rated RKO's partnership. The team was enjoying tremendous success and he didn't want to cause a rift between the two members. But, he couldn't deny his feelings for Randy. He had been nothing but sweet and caring and Jeff wanted to reciprocate those feelings. After all, it had been a while since anyone shown any genuine concern for him.

"Take all the time you need, I'm prepared to wait. I won't ask you to commit yourself right now, but, I don't want you to think either that I'm just toying with you. I just want you to know that," Randy said earnestly.

Jeff kissed him warmly on the mouth and cuddling close, whispered against his neck, "Thank you for being so caring and understanding, you make me so happy!" Both men lay quietly on the bed, enjoying a quiet moment, but it was soon interrupted by Jeff's phone ringing.

Randy reluctantly released Jeff as he got up to search frantically through his pile of clothes lying on the floor. Finally, he pulled out his phone and spoke breathlessly into it, "Hello?"

"Jeffro? It's big brother! How are things with you?"

At a quizzical look from Randy, Jeff mouthed, 'my brother, Matt' before speaking into the phone, "Hi Matt! I'm doing okay. I've made some friends and they seem pretty okay."

Matt chuckled at the other end and said, "That's good to hear! Listen, the reason I called is because Shannon and I are driving down to see you. We're on our way as we speak. Hold on, Shannon wants to speak to you."

…..

"Hey Jeff, your brother's driving like a demon possessed! At the speed he's going, we'll be there in two hours, tops!" Shannon chirped.

"Oh …"

"What's the matter? You have something else planned?" Shannon asked, detecting the note of disappointment in his voice. Jeff heard him telling Matt that he didn't sound too excited about their coming and then Matt was back on the line. "Hey bro, did we catch you at a bad time or something?"

Jeff hesitated before answering, "No, it's nothing Matt. Just come on down. Let me know once you get here." He sent an apologetic look towards Randy.

"Okay. I'll call you when we get there. See you later!" and Matt ended the call.

Jeff turned to Randy with a forlorn look, "I'm really sorry but we have to change our plans," and he told him about his brother and best friend dropping by for a visit.

"Don't worry about it. We can go by my place another time. Lets just wait for Matt and Shannon to get here and all of us can go clubbing or something after dinner. Want to call the others to join us?" Randy suggested and Jeff nodded his approval with a huge smile.

"Okay then, I'll make the arrangements." He spied his bag sitting beside the bed and turned to Jeff with a big grin on his face, "Since I've brought my stuff with me, can I room with you?"

Jeff asked in a nervous tone, "Will it, huh … cause any trouble?" Randy was currently rooming with Adam. He didn't know how Adam would react if Randy actually moved out to room with him. And Matt was going to be around the next couple of days. What would he think of Randy sharing his bed?

Randy really wanted to ask Jeff about his past relationship with Adam. But, he could feel his apprehension and decided to pursue the matter at another time.

"Are you afraid of what Adam would do, or what your brother would say?" Randy asked with a slight quirk to his mouth.

"Actually, it's a bit of both," Jeff confessed and decided to explain, "I don't want to cause any problems for you and Adam. You guys work so hard to get where you are and it would be a shame if you have to disband for personal reasons. And the other thing I have to warn you is that my brother is overwhelmingly protective of me. He's a pretty cool guy but if he even thinks that you're just toying with me," and he drew his finger across his throat, "you're done for!" he announced with a pert smile.

"Okay, you got me worried!" Randy quipped, making Jeff giggle. "Do not fret my sweet lover for I shall convince your brother dearest of my good intentions and do my utmost not to offend him," Randy spoke gallantly. "And, don't worry about Adam. You just leave him to me. All you have to worry about is how to keep me occupied … for the next two hours!" and Randy pounced on him, making him squeal and laugh.

Half an hour later, after another round of intense sex, both men fell into an exhausted sleep. There was a look of content on Jeff's face as he slept in his lover's embrace.

Much later that night at a club after dinner ~

Randy had rounded up several others to join them. Except for Chris, the others were formally introduced to Matt and Shannon. John and Morrison took to the floor while Carlito kept casting furtive glances at Shannon. He found the cherubic North Carolinian adorable but didn't know how to approach him. Matt noticed and leaned forward to whisper into Shannon's ear. Shannon turned to give Carlito an interesting look.

"I understand that all Puerto Ricans can dance very well. Do you mind showing me some of your moves?" he addressed him in a saucy tone as he got up from his seat and sauntered to the dance floor. Grinning from ear to ear, Carlito got up quickly to follow, but, not before murmuring his thanks to Matt who smiled his acknowledgement.

Jeff was tapping his feet in time to the music, he so wanted to dance. He finally got up and tugged on Randy's hand impatiently, "Come on, Randy, lets dance!"

Randy groaned out loud and Matt smirked at his discomfort. He still had not made up his mind about him yet. When he was introduced to Randy, he detected immediately from Jeff's voice that he wanted him to like Randy. He presumed that they were in a relationship.

Randy shook his head adamantly and muttered something under his breath, looking abashed. Jeff stared in disbelief at his boyfriend at what he had just heard. Chris laughed and decided to go to Randy's rescue. "Don't bother him, Jeff. He really can't dance to save his life!"

"It's not that hard, I can teach you!" Jeff insisted and tugged on his hand but Randy refused to budge from his seat. "Please, Jeff, I've two left feet, I'll only embarrass myself out there! Why don't you dance with Chris or Matt instead?" and he looked desperately at them for help.

Matt put his hands up and shook his head, "Not me, no siree! I'm just the same when it comes to dancing! Chris, please do the honors," and the Canadian got up obligingly with a chuckle and said, "Come on, Jeff, lets tear this place up!"

Both men watched them for a while as they took to the floor before Matt turned to Randy, "So, how did you meet my brother?"

"And so, the interrogation begins!" Randy thought to himself with amusement. He took in a deep breath to prepare himself and responded, "I saw Jeff time to time at the shows but I actually only get to know him yesterday when a group of us went out for drinks."

Matt looked taken aback. He studied him contemplatively before asking cautiously, "So, you've just met. Are you and Jeff …?" and he gave him a pointed look.

"Yes, we're sleeping together" Randy answered him honestly in the affirmative.

Matt absorbed the information calmly but his eyes twitched and Randy caught it. "I know we've just met and all but I assure you that I'm truly fond of Jeff and he feels the same way about me," he added quickly.

"You barely know each other! I suggest both of you take some time to find out more about each other before you go deeper into the relationship. I don't want my brother to get hurt, period!" Matt told him bluntly.

Randy quickly reassured him, "We'll take it slow but I can promise you that I would never, ever, hurt Jeff! He means the world to me!"

Matt's eyes warmed at his words and giving Randy a friendly smile, said, "So long as we have an understanding, we'll get along just fine," and the subject was closed.

Matt sipped on his beer, his eyes checking out the place when he suddenly froze. Slowly, he put his mug down on the table but his eyes tracked the new comers at the entrance. Adam and Rob had just walked in and were now settling themselves at an empty table. His unwavering eyes caught Randy's attention and he followed his gaze. When he saw Adam, he quickly looked towards Jeff. Fortunately, Jeff had not seen Adam yet and was clearly enjoying himself. But, just at that moment, Adam spotted Jeff on the dance floor. He was about to suggest to Rob that they go to another club when his eyes landed on Matt staring fiercely at him across the room. Both men stared unflinchingly at each other for a while. Rob and Randy were beginning to feel uneasy when Adam made the first move. He got up and started across the dance floor. But instead of going towards Matt, he headed towards Jeff. Jeff's back was facing him and Chris saw him first. He shook his head to tell Adam to back off as he quickly glanced over to see if Matt had seen him. To his dismay, he saw Matt walking purposefully towards them as well, with Randy close behind.

Grabbing Jeff, Chris leaned forward to make himself heard above the music, "Adam and Matt are heading our way! I think there's going to be trouble! You take care of Matt while I handle Adam!" he spoke in an urgent tone.

Jeff looked startled and turned just as they reached them. Without a moment to waste, Chris put a hand on Adam's shoulder and urged him along despite his protests. Jeff followed quickly by trying to lead Matt away by the arm.

"Let me go, Jeff!" Matt spoke in a dangerously quiet tone and stood his ground but Jeff pleaded with him, "Please Matt, don't do anything you might regret!" and looked towards Randy for help. His brother was clearly bristling with anger.

Randy laid a hand gently on Matt's shoulder and spoke calmly, "Think first before you do anything rash. If a fight breaks out, all of us will get involved and we might get suspended!"

Matt let out a long drawn breath, trying to check his temper. At that moment, Shannon approached them with Carlito in tow. He hadn't seen Adam yet. The big smile on his face disappeared as soon as he saw Matt's grim expression. "What's wrong?" he asked quickly, a puzzled frown on his face.

"That son of a bitch is here! He had the gall to come near Jeffro!" Matt hissed.

Shannon took a quick glance around the place and saw Adam seated and glaring in their direction. Chris was speaking to him and it appeared his words were calming him down.

"What is Rob doing here with him?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Hell if I know! Come on, lets take the party somewhere else! I don't want to be in the same room with that treacherous snake!" Matt said as he grabbed Jeff by his hand and started leading him towards the exit. The others started following him out when they found their path blocked by none other than Adam. Chris and Rob were beside him and looked on helplessly.

"Get the hell out of my way, Copeland!" Matt said between clenched teeth. His hands were balled into fists and he was trying very hard not to punch him in the face.

"Wait! Will you just let me say something?" Adam asked.

Matt wanted to tell him that he was not interested in what he had to say but Jeff tugged on his arm and whispered, "Please, Matt, just hear him out." Matt gave his brother a sharp look but his eyes softened considerably when he saw how distressed his brother looked. He took in a deep breath and finally gave a curt nod. He didn't catch the quick look of gratitude Adam threw at his brother.

"Look, I'm really sorry for all the trouble I've caused in the past. I can understand how you feel, but on account that we used to be friends, will you at least give me a chance to make amends?" Adam pleaded, looking from one brother to the other.

Matt let out a harsh laugh, "What do you want me to do, forget about the hell you put me through and just forgive you? Well, it's not going to happen! You betrayed me! What makes you think I'll trust you again? Now, just get out of my way, and don't you dare try weaseling your way into my brother's good graces!" Turning to his brother, he said, "Come on, Jeff, don't believe his words, we know how deceptive he really is!"

Adam opened his mouth to retort but Chris pulled him back and shook his head at him. With great reluctance, Adam clammed up. He had tried but failed to gain their forgiveness. He found his eyes straying towards Jeff, who had lowered his head while he was pulled along. But, at the exit, he turned his head to look at Adam, wearing a contemplative look on his face. Adam had just turned away and had missed it, but not the two Johns. They had stopped dancing to watch from the sideline and had caught Jeff's expression.

"You know what? I think Jeff is ready to forgive Adam already," Morrison spoke up as they made their way towards Chris who was beckoning to them at the doorway.

"You could be right but he is going to find himself in a predicament. Matt is his brother," John said as they reached Chris' side.

"We're leaving. You guys want to hang around here or come with us?" Chris asked. The others are waiting outside for their decision.

The two Johns looked at one another and shrugged and Morrison asked, "It all depends on where's your next destination."

"We're going back to the hotel and have ourselves a mass orgy." At the men's stunned reaction, Chris doubled over with laughter and gasped out, "Just kidding!"

"You asshole!" John slapped him hard on his arm, drawing a hiss of pain from him. John had a tendency to underestimate his own strength. Chris swore that his arm went numb.

Morrison pouted, "Damn it, I was hoping it was for real! Jeff has a really nice ass. I was looking forward to fulfilling some of my sexual fantasies with him!"

John snorted and said, "Are you blind? Can't you see he's with Randy? You better watch your step. If Randy catches you giving his green-eye lover the once over, he'll sic the RKO upon you! And let me tell you, his signature move will leave you with a throbbing headache!"

"But, I saw him first!" Morrison grumbled. He had been interested in the enigma since his return but Jeff always shied away from him. The storyline had them feuding for the Intercontinental Championship and he had plenty of chances to get near him but Jeff always made himself scarce before and after his matches by hiding in his dressing room. He didn't even get a chance to ask him out!

"Well, that's just too bad! Randy already made his claim!" John said, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, I don't think Adam is going to leave things alone. Did you see the look he gave Jeff just now? He zoomed in on him immediately when he saw him on the dance floor. From where I stand, things are going to get very complicated between Randy and Adam. So, don't go adding to it by getting yourself involved!"

"But, he has got such a cute little butt! I want to squeeze those cheeks, spread them apart and …"

"Enough!"

Morrison was startled to see Chris glaring at him, "Keep your hands and mind off Jeff! He's off limits to you! Do you hear?"

"But …" Morrison started to protest but John nudged him and hissed at him to shut up.

Chris let out a deep breath and spoke in a more genial tone, "Jeff is … a very troubled young man. He has enough problems without you adding to it. Just … don't do anything stupid to make things worse!" he said finally in an exasperated tone.

"Okay, okay, I got the message," Morrison relented and sighed heavily.

"You can pretend that I'm Jeff, you know," John suggested to him with a wink.

Morrison gave him the once over and rolling his eyes, said, "Please! You are so not my type! You're way too big for my taste!" The hurt look on John's face made him soften his tone, "Hey, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. You just haven't found him yet."

"Yeah …" said John looking down dejectedly.

Chris shook his head, "Come on, ass clowns! Enough mushy talk! Lets get out of here and hit the town!" and led the way out.

Feeling somewhat bad, Morrison put his arm around John's shoulders and as they walked out, said, "I'll introduce a buddy of mine to you. I think you've seen him around. You are more his type."

John immediately perked up, looking interested. "What's his name?" he asked.

"Mike Mizanin." When John gave him a blank look, he prompted, "The Miz?"

John immediately screwed up his face in distaste, "That guy with the funny hairdo and who wouldn't stop running his mouth?" When Morrison nodded, he let out a shudder and said, "No, thanks! I can't stand him! He runs his mouth like a freight train! I like someone on the quiet side."

"Wait!" Morrison stopped just as they joined the others. Making sure that he had everyone's attention, he spoke in a serious tone, "I know the perfect guy for you, John."

John and the others waited with anticipation and he announced with a flourish, "The Great Khali!" John groaned as the others burst into raucous laughter.

Morrison sounded out his logical deduction, "Just think about it. He doesn't speak much and he gesticulates a lot to get us to understand him. He's perfect for you! Let me fix you up with him!"

Shannon gasped out between helpless giggles, "He's going to tear your ass so wide apart you can fit a loaf of bread sideways into it!" drawing more laughter from the guys.

John huffed as he followed them out. On a thought, he smirked suddenly and leaning close to Morrison, hissed, "If you try to set me up with Khali, I'm going to tell Randall that you intend to get into Jeff's pants! Lets see you handle the deadly viper!"

Morrison actually paled. He threw an anxious look at Randy and was relieved that he was busy cuddling up to Jeff and did not hear John. Gulping nervously, he whispered to John, "You won't do that to me, or would you?"

John raised his eyebrows and said cockily, "Try me!"

Carlito heard the conversation between two Johns and chuckled with amusement. It never failed to amaze him what these guys would do to best the other, be it a simple dare or within the squared circle. He sneaked a peek at Shannon who feigned that he didn't notice, but, he wore a pleased expression on his face, enjoying the attention.

Chris suddenly clapped his hand on his shoulder, startling him. "You like him, don't you?" he asked, giving him a cheesy grin. When Carlito nodded, he said, "Well, what are you waiting for then? He won't bite, you know!" and with that, pushed him to Shannon's side.

"Hey," Shannon greeted him with an impish grin and Carlito returned his greeting, whilst brushing his hair back nervously with his fingers. He realized it was a mistake as his fingers got stuck in his stiff Afro hairdo. He wriggled his fingers, trying to loosen them from his hair but they were trapped. Shannon gave him a perplexed look, wondering why he was clutching his head.

"Huh … the hair spray makes my scalp itchy," Carlito offered in a way of explanation and started scratching, giving him a weak smile. It was another mistake as his fingers became more entangled in the weave of his hair.

Shannon spluttered with laughter and stopped beside him, "Here, let me help you" and carefully, he parted the hair and slowly eased each finger out while saying, "Matt has stiff hair like yours. He uses a special hair conditioner to make his hair more manageable. You may want to try it. Your hair feels like a bush!"

Carlito's heart sunk. He felt that his chances had just gone down the drain, until Shannon continued, "I read that men with frizzy hair are adept lovers." Giving Carlito a sizzling look, he asked deliberately, emphasizing each word carefully, "Are … you … one … of … them?"

Carlito swallowed hard and feeling brave put his arm around Shannon's waist and pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "Why don't you find out for yourself? We can skip this party and have a little one of our own, back in my hotel room."

"What about your room mate?" Shannon asked calmly but inwardly, he was ecstatic and jumping for joy.

Carlito frowned and then said, "Excuse me for just a minute, I'll be right back!" and made his way to Morrison's side. He spoke quickly to him and Shannon saw money transferred hands. Carlito soon returned to his side and said, "All set! Lets get out of here!" and he pulled Shannon to a complete stop. Shannon had time only to shout out to Matt that he wouldn't be returning to their room that night before he was pushed into a waiting taxi and was whizzed off.

Matt shook his head but had a smile on his face before continuing his way with Chris by his side. They conversed in low tones, as Jeff and Randy walked behind them. Randy had his arm wrapped protectively around Jeff. John and Morrison were right behind them, still chortling with glee at the extra money they had just made. It looked like their expenses for the night was fully covered, thanks to Carlito! He had to pay Morrison off to stay away, and John to let Morrison room with him for that night.

As they turned the corner on their way to another club, Matt recognized someone up ahead. He was torn between going up and punching him or leading Jeff away before they were spotted. But, no such luck. The man's eyes turned to glance in their direction and he smirked when his eyes landed on Jeff.

"Shit!" Matt muttered under his breath and Chris turned to him, "What's wrong?"

"Well, well! It's a small world, isn't it?"

Jeff froze in his track and stared at the man standing a few paces from him.

"Hello there, Jeff. Miss me?" Scott asked, a sneer on his face.

Like I say, I love Mark and I know he'll see things my way. He has decided to take a break as his hips are acting up again. My poor Deadman, I wish I can make him better. Never mind, I will make sure Jeffro takes good care of him in the next story!

Reviews are appreciated.