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Chapter 8

John watched silently as Jeff exchanged heated words with Matt on the other side of the table. The next moment, Jeff got up, on the verge of tears and strode out of the restaurant. Matt was about to go after him when Chris put his hand out to stay him before getting up and hurrying after Jeff. Shannon looked upset. He didn't expect things to turn out the way it did. He wanted Randy and Jeff to get back together but after he had his fun with Randy. But, how was he to know that Matt was having second thoughts. Matt wasn't sure anymore about Randy and told Jeff to stop seeing him.

After a moment's hesitation, John got up to follow.

"Let Chris handle it, John," Morrison spoke up quietly. He could tell that John was taking a personal interest in the whole thing. John was an overall good guy. He was one of the biggest superstars on the roster and one might say the most popular. The man was one of the most down to earth people he had ever met. He held no airs and made friends easily. His warm nature endeared him to many and he was well liked. Grudgingly, Morrison had to admit that John had done what many had failed to do. He had managed to break down Jeff's barriers and warm up to him. He couldn't help feeling somewhat envious of him. Morrison was actually glad that Jeff was coming out of his shell and hanging out with them. His first night out had brought him and Randy together. Last night was a disaster, because they had the misfortune of bumping first into Adam and then, Scott. He was in total agreement with John. Both didn't buy Scott's story. Morrison had personally tried to get close to Jeff but he had shied away. He could only conclude that Scott had a personal vendetta against Jeff. He was deliberately sowing discord between Jeff and Randy and unfortunately, had succeeded. When Randy came forward to patch things up with Jeff, he was glad that he had realized his mistake. But Adam had to turn up and spoil everything. His words bothered Morrison deeply. They sounded false to his ears. He didn't grasp Adam's intention until he overheard the snatches of conversation between Matt and Jeff and realized that Matt was beginning to doubt Randy because of what Adam had said.

"I'll just go check on them. Things are already blown out of proportion," John told him and made his way out.

Morrison shook his head but kept his silence. He watched Carlito who was trying his utmost to cheer Shannon up. Matt just sat there, alone and looking very troubled. They had not even ordered their food yet.

Morrison hesitated before getting up and making his way to Matt's side of the table. Matt threw him a questioning look as he took the chair vacated by Jeff.

"Can we talk?" Morrison asked quietly.

Matt let out a sigh of resignation and said, "Guess so. What is it you want to talk about?"

"Look, we don't know each other but I need to ask you this. Do you trust Randy?" he asked Matt.

Matt looked startled at the question. It was replaced by a look of uncertainty. It told Morrison what he needed to know.

"I guess as much. You did trust him but you're not sure now. It's because of what Adam said, isn't it?" Morrison asked.

Matt studied him carefully before speaking cautiously, "How did you know?"

Morrison shrugged, "You could have said no, I don't trust Randy, but you didn't. It shows you did trust him but you're beginning to have doubts because of Adam," he pointed out.

Matt gave him a wry smile. "You're very intuitive," he commented. The smile disappeared and he spoke in a subdued tone, "I don't know what to think anymore. Jeff is upset with me because I stopped him from getting back with Randy." He sighed heavily, "I'm worried about him."

"John and I will watch over him," Morrison assured him. "If you haven't noticed, Jeff is warming up to John. John has gone after him. I'm sure he'll talk Jeff around to seeing things in perspective," he told him with a smile.

And for the first time that evening, Matt actually smiled. "Thanks, I really appreciate all your help, but …" and he hesitated. He had confided in Chris and told him about Jeff's suicide bid. Chris was shocked and had promised that he would watch over Jeff closely. But, Morrison and John didn't know just how fragile Jeff was at the moment. Even though his brother had promised he would not do anything foolish, Matt was afraid that with everything going on, Jeff might be pushed over the edge again. He felt utterly helpless at the moment.

"Did something happen last night after the fight?" Morrison asked him suddenly. That threw Matt off. He didn't know how to answer him without revealing too much until Morrison said, "John and I were worried about Jeff. We decided to check on him this morning. He wasn't in his room but the door was unlocked. We told Chris and he said he must be staying with you. When we met up with Carlito and Shannon later, Shannon mentioned that you were both at the hospital. He didn't tell us why though."

Matt made a decision then. He couldn't be there to watch Jeff and he needed any help he could get, and John and Morrison struck him as being genuinely concerned for Jeff's wellbeing. They were closer to Jeff's age and would most probably hit it off. He couldn't help noticing that Jeff was reluctant to go to Chris. Chris had always been close to Adam and both men were good friends. Jeff probably felt awkward confiding in Chris.

"Something did happen last night. Jeff tried to kill himself with an overdose of sleeping pills" Matt told him.

Morrison was stunned by the revelation. He remained silent as Matt said, "Adam was the one who found him and we managed to get him to the hospital on time. He was only discharged this afternoon."

Morrison shook his head in disbelief. John was right. Things had been blown out of proportion. After a moment's silence, he said, "I'm really sorry. I can understand now why you're so worried about your brother."

"I don't know what to do. Vince refused to put us together and I'm afraid to leave Jeff. I just don't know what he'll do next."

The distressed look on Matt's face prompted Morrison to say, "I promise that we will keep a close watch over him. We won't let anything happen to him."

His comforting words wrung a grateful smile from Matt and he said, "Thanks. Let me give you my number in case you need to reach me."

The two men exchanged numbers and looked up to see Jeff being led back by John and Chris. He still looked crestfallen though. He was guided to sit on Matt's right. He glanced uncertainly at his brother, who spoke quietly to him, "I didn't mean to upset you. I just don't want you to get hurt, Jeff," he explained.

"But, what if you're wrong about Randy? I thought you like him. What changed your mind?" Jeff sent him a woeful look. He didn't understand why Matt could change his mind so quickly. Only that morning, he was just telling him to give Randy time to come around. And now, he was telling him to steer clear of him. They had been through it several times already and Matt refused to relent.

"He's friends with Adam and I don't trust Adam! I don't want you getting hurt," he told him firmly.

Jeff bristled with anger. "Chris and Adam are friends too! You trust Chris, so why not Randy?"

Matt took a double back. He didn't know how to respond to that.

"Woah there! Time out, fellas! Why don't we continue this discussion after we get some food into our bellies? You know what they say, a hungry man is an angry man," John cut in. He saw no point in letting them carry on as it would only serve to drive Jeff out of the restaurant again. It took him and Chris long enough to persuade him to come back.

Chris cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "John's right. Lets eat first. We can work things out after bellies are filled and temperaments have cooled."

Everyone started to shift as John moved to sit beside Jeff whilst Morrison stayed put on Matt's left. John tried to ease the tension by telling funny anecdotes with Chris helping him. Jeff slowly lightened up and that put Matt more at ease. After dinner, Jeff excused himself to go outside for a smoke. John didn't want him to go alone and went with him, although he didn't smoke himself. The air was chilly and Jeff huddled into his jacket, leaning back against the wall and puffing quickly. He wanted to finish his cigarette and get back indoors.

"Mind if I ask you a personal question?" John asked as he leaned next to him, thrusting his hands into his pockets to keep warm.

Jeff cocked his head and gave him a quizzical look before finally nodding. "Shoot, what is it you want to know?"

"Do you love Randy?"

The question took him by surprise. He mulled over it and spoke hesitatingly, "I …. I think so but we've only known each other for two days."

John held steadily onto his eyes and said, "You were upset because Randy doubted you. And now, you are going to take him back without further questions asked. Don't you think that's kind of hasty?"

Jeff frowned. "Are you trying to tell me something, John? I'm not that good at reading between the lines."

"I'll be frank then. Beating around the bush doesn't work for me either." John paused to gather his thoughts, choosing his words carefully, "You just said so yourself that you've just met Randy. You hardly know him. I have to agree with Matt on this. Your brother is just looking out for you. He wants you to be careful. I know you have feelings for Randy but maybe, you should take things slow. Give yourselves time to find out more about each other before you make a commitment. Randy could well break your heart if you're wrong about him. It's better to be safe than be sorry," he said solemnly.

Jeff stayed silent and pondered over his words. He knew that they were right. He was always impulsive and tended to follow his heart than listen to reason. His past recklessness had caused him deeply. He had thought he was in love with Scott back then and had surrendered his body and soul to him because he thought that was what love was all about, making sacrifices without question. And looked at what it got him. He barely managed to escape with his soul intact and his self-esteem had been severely impaired, till now.

Jeff spoke in a pain-filled voice. "It feels good to be held, to be loved and to love again. After what Scott did to me, I was afraid to trust my own feelings again. And then, Randy came along." He spoke wistfully, his mouth curving into a soft, tender smile, "He makes me feel so alive again. He gave me hope." Sighing deeply, he said, "I've never felt this way for a long time. I don't want to lose him, John. I was so scared when he doubted me. I thought he didn't love me. And now, he has come around but Matt doesn't trust him. I'm so confused. My heart tells me he's the one I can trust but I trust Matt's judgment as well. He is uncanny like that. I really don't know what to think and do anymore."

"You've known your brother all your life. You've only met Randy forty-eight hours ago. Trust has to be earned, Jeff. Falling in love is the easy part. It's keeping the trust that's difficult. Most relationships failed because there is a lack of trust or the trust has been broken. Randy might very well be in love with you but he did have his doubts. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you. It takes time to build trust between two people. It's not spontaneous like love is. Matt is not telling you to give Randy up. He's just saying take time to find out if he can be trusted. If you're worried that you may lose him because you're being cautious, don't be because if he's the right man for you, he'll wait for you. True love has a way of bringing two people together in the end."

Against his will, Jeff found himself smiling at John's philosophy. He puffed on his cigarette one last time before grounding it down with his heel and turned back to John, "How come you're not attached yet? You have the looks, the brawns, the brains. You're a good catch! I don't get why you're still single."

John chuckled with amusement, "I might ask you the same thing! You're gorgeous, sensitive and just ooze with sensuality." Leaning forward with eyes twinkling merrily, he whispered, "I would do anything to be your boyfriend!"

Jeff blushed at the compliment and punched him friendly on the arm. "You're a flatterer as well. Do honey words fall so easily from your lips?"

John let out a hearty laugh and said, "I wish! Half the time, I don't know what comes out of my mouth! I guess it depends on who's standing before me." His tone turned slightly husky as he said in low overtones, "Right now, your very presence inspires me to say naughty things and think naughty thoughts!" He was tickled to see Jeff flush with embarrassment.

"John, are you flirting with me?" Jeff asked somewhat awkwardly after a while.

"I believe I am. Do you mind?" John asked softly. He didn't want to scare him off. He was just starting to get him to lower his barriers. There was something about Jeff that drew him in. He was prepared to start on a friendly footing, friends first and see where it would take them.

"I …. I'm flattered but I'm not sure if …" but he was saved from explaining himself.

"Hey, it's all good. No explanations needed. I'm the type of guy to say what's on my mind. I hope I didn't offend or embarrass you. I want you to know that I really like you and I hope you like me too."

"I do like you, John!" Jeff told him earnestly.

"That's all I need to know," John said as he pushed off against the wall and said, "Shall we head back in? Matt's waiting for you. I hope you guys settle things amicably. He can't leave without any peace of mind knowing that you're still angry with him."

Jeff nodded and muttered, "I know he loves me but he worries too much."

John nudged him and said, "That's what big brothers do. You can't fault him for caring. Would you prefer if he turns the other cheek?"

Jeff thought about it and giving him an impish grin, said cheekily, "Yes."

John laughed and shook his head, "Okay, I shouldn't have asked." He put his arm around him in friendly fashion and said, "Come on, it's getting cold. Lets go back in."

As soon as they stepped back into the restaurant, Adam came out from his hiding place across the street.

"As if I haven't had enough on my plate, now John is cutting into the action as well!" he said to himself in an exasperated tone. "I'll never get Jeff alone with everyone hanging around all the time!" He decided he just had to bide his time until Matt left the following morning. He would then try to talk to Jeff. He stared at the doorway, hoping to catch another glimpse of him. After some time, he sighed and turned around. He just had to be patient. Jeff would ultimately be his.

~*~

Scott stared at his own reflection. His right eye was almost swollen shut and his face was covered with bruises. He scowled before sweeping out of the bathroom in a flourish of anger. Getting beat up and then receiving a talk down from Jarrett didn't sink in well with him at all! Jarrett had threatened him with dismissal if he didn't stop harassing Jeff and spreading those vicious rumors. Scott didn't know how he found out but he swore he would find out and get some payback on his own. He sat down on the bed gingerly, holding onto his taped ribs. They hurt like the motherfucker! He was their main target and bore the worse of their kicks and punches.

"I'll pay each and every one of those fuckers back for what they did to me!" he swore to himself.

His mind drifted towards Jeff. Seeing him again had sent his emotions into turmoil. Jeff looked more beautiful than ever! He cursed at himself for letting him get away. He thought he had him cowered and tamed but he had underestimated him. His pet managed to escape and run back home to the safety of big brother's arms. Scott recalled Matt threatening to put him behind bars if he called or came near his brother again. He knew it was not an idle threat and had back off. He had gone on to secure others to take his place but none were like him. They didn't have his sensuality, his raw sexual power that came with an innocence that stoked his lust. All his new pets were unable to satiate his needs. They were tainted. Scott knew he would never find any one like Jeff again. The fact that he had so many people to protect him, including his own boss, Jarrett, infuriated him. He was surprised to see him land a big catch in Randy Orton, a very promising young superstar with so much talent and already a one-time world champion. Scott bristled at the thought of them together. He sighed, knowing he was no match to Randy. He wasn't what he used to be. His status in TNA had been on the decline and he was considering leaving the business and doing something else for a change.

He got up, putting on his long overcoat and made towards the door. He needed a drink. He needed to get out, immerse himself in the crowd and forget his problems for a while. Maybe, his friends would join him later for a couple of drinks. He would call them once he picked a spot.

~*~

Randy cruised slowly at a distance, keeping the group in front of him in sight. He had been following Jeff and the others in his vehicle for the past fifteen minutes. He had chanced upon them while looking for a place to eat. They were making their way on foot, walking briskly. They finally stopped in front of a lighted sign that read "Jackie's Bowl" and went in.

"So, they are going bowling," he muttered to himself. He pulled to the side and climbed out. Hoping he wouldn't be spotted, he pushed the door and stepped in and was greeted by bowling pins knocked down and loud cheers. Trying to remain inconspicuous, he peered around the side and saw that fans had surrounded the group who were busy signing autographs. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he looked around anxiously, trying to find a place where he could watch them without being seen. He spotted the side stairs leading up to the second floor which was a café. He quickly made his way up and was glad to see only a sprinkling of customers. He chose a spot where he could look down yet remain unseen by those below him.

"Oh my God, you're Randy Orton!"

He jumped, startled by the waitress who had come up silently behind him. She looked at him awe struck, barely able to contain her excitement.

He gave her a weak grin and said, "Huh … yes. Can I see the menu, please?" he asked after regaining his composure. This hide and seek game was causing him to be jittery. He felt foolish, sneaking around like a thief in the dark.

The waitress handed him a menu and spoke excitedly, "Please take your time, I'll come back to take your order in a few minutes!" and dashed off into the kitchen to spread the news that Randy Orton was in the house as well!

Not realizing the commotion he had caused, Randy alternated his glances to the menu and to his friends below him. They had taken up two lanes and were starting their game. He wished he could join them but he didn't want to cause any problems. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he was ravenous. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast that morning with Adam. Bringing his full attention to the menu, he made his selection and looked up to gesture to the waitress when he saw in dismay that a group of excited employees and patrons were waiting at the sideline for him to take notice of them. They surged forward in a rush and soon, he was surrounded. An employee went downstairs to tell his co-workers and nearby patrons that Randy Orton was upstairs in the café. Amidst the thunderous sounds of rolling balls striking down pins, the wrestlers heard Randy's name mentioned.

One of the bowlers in the next lane remarked casually, "Doesn't your friend like to bowl? They say he's upstairs alone in the café."

Jeff flushed with pleasure while Matt wore a thunderous look on his face. Jeff craned his neck, looking up, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

Shannon nudged him and whispered, "I bet it wasn't a coincidence. He must have followed you here!" Jeff couldn't keep the smile from his face. Randy followed him there!

Matt looked like he was about to go up and confront Randy when Chris spoke quietly to him, "Don't do this, Matt. You don't want to cause a commotion. He's not doing anything wrong."

Matt forced himself to calm down. He reassured himself that at least Adam didn't come with Randy. He raised his eyebrows when Jeff got up to head upstairs.

"Jeffro!" and moved quickly to grab his arm to stop him, "You are not going upstairs!" he said firmly.

The look of dismay on his brother's face made him soften his tone, "I don't want to see you hurt."

"Please Matt, I just need to talk to him. I promise it will only take a few minutes," Jeff pleaded with him.

Matt hesitated. He thought back to the conversation he had with Chris when Jeff stepped out for a smoke earlier. Chris had drew him aside and told him not to be too hasty to make judgment.

"Jeff made a good point. Why can't you trust Randy like you trust me? You know that Adam and I are good friends. I think you should stand back and let things run their own course. Randy made a mistake and he apologized for it. Just let it go."

Matt had fumed. "You weren't there to see what Scott did to Jeff! He almost broke him! It took him a long time before he could even tell me what that bastard and the others did to him! He has never been the same since. Just yesterday, he tried to kill himself because he thought Randy despises him. How do you expect me to stand back and do nothing? What if Randy let him down again? I don't want anything to happen to him, Chris!"

"You have to cut the apron strings sometime, Matt. Jeff will learn to cope, in his own way. You can't keep sheltering him. It won't do him any good in the long run and he may end up despising you for interfering in his life."

"He knows I mean well. I did cut the apron strings once and Scott hurt him, really, really bad!" Matt said quietly. "I've never forgiven myself for throwing him to the wolves. He wasn't ready but I was too selfish to break out on my own to see that. I don't want to make the same mistake again."

Matt was jolted from his reverie when Jeff spoke to him, "Matt, are you alright?" His brother was giving him a worried look.

He gave him a reassuring smile, "Just thinking about something" before switching to serious mode. "Jeff, I don't think it's a good idea for you to see him. Please just listen to me. I don't want to fight you on our last night out together."

"I don't want to fight you too. I love you but just let me do this. I promise nothing will happen. Please?" Jeff looked at him with pleading eyes.

John watched silently, wishing there was something he could do to help. But to his and everyone's surprise, Matt nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay, just this once. Promise you'll be careful and don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you right here! Just yell if you need help."

Jeff's face lit up and his smile warmed Matt's heart as his baby brother moved to hug him and whispered, "Thank you! And …" he couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle, "Randy's not going to do anything to me in public, Matty!" and then he was gone in a flash.

He heard sniggering and turned to see the others trying to hide their amusement.

"What?" he asked in a gruff manner.

Shannon grinned at him and said, "Nothing. Come on, lets bowl! We're winning!" and the guys resumed their game.

John forced his mind back to the game, although he was wondering how things would turn out. He was feeling disappointed at the turn of events. He was having a good time with Jeff until Randy showed up.

Upstairs in the café, Jeff stood waiting for Randy to finish signing autographs and having his picture taken with his fans. Randy finally saw him above the heads of his admirers and couldn't help grinning foolishly at him. He finally wormed his way out, excusing himself, saying he needed to use the washroom.

"Follow me!" he hissed as he passed Jeff and both men made their way quickly to the restroom. Once in, Randy locked the door and went through the place to ensure they were alone. As soon as he was sure no one besides them was there, he grabbed Jeff who let out a squeak of surprise and thrust him back against the wall, claiming his mouth roughly.

Jeff moaned sweetly as his lips were ravished. Randy's kisses made his knees go weak. Gasps, moans and wet kisses escaped them. Finally, they broke free to take in gulps of air.

"Oh Jeff, I've been an ass! Please forgive me?" Randy whispered against his mouth, his body trembling with need.

"Oh Randy, I don't blame you. I'm so glad you're back!" and let Randy devour his mouth in a feverish kiss. Their hands grabbed and touched each other feverishly, as if they couldn't get enough of the other. Randy broke the kiss and impatiently tugged down the zipper of Jeff's pants before drawing them down to his ankles.

"Get these off, now!" he ordered and Jeff obligingly raised his foot one at a time to let Randy remove his pants. He was soon standing half naked, his boxers thrown to one side. Randy quickly shed his pants and turned his lusty eyes over his mate. He was already standing at full mast and Jeff let out a groan as Randy pressed his hardness against him, letting him know how much he wanted him.

"I want to make love to you proper on a bed but this will have to do for now. I need you, Jeff, I want you so badly!" and Randy picked him up easily, wrapping his legs around him. "I don't have lube so this is going to hurt for a bit" and without wasting any more time, Randy pushed his hard length eagerly into Jeff's constricting hole, drawing gasps of pain from him.

Jeff let out a shuddering breath as Randy filled him. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood and Randy quickly leaned down to engulf his mouth, kissing him deeply while burying himself to the hilt. Soon, the pain eased and Jeff eagerly thrust his hips, silently urging Randy to move. Randy drew out slowly and pushed in deep, moving with slow, deliberate strokes. He repeated the motions in a teasing fashion, almost driving Jeff out of his mind. Jeff started to whimper and rock his hips wantonly against him, urging him to go faster.

Randy tore his mouth away and whispered huskily, "Don't rush me, baby. I want this to last" and continued to move slowly, penetrating him deeply as he plunged into his hot and tight heat. Before long, he moved faster, snapping his hips forward with quick, short strokes. Their bodies were soon rocking against each other in a feverish pitch as pants and moans filled the enclosed room.

"Rannnn...dddyy…" Jeff gasped out before his breath hitched and he exploded. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt the most intense orgasm hit him. His contracting muscles clenched tight around Randy's love organ and milked him dry. He felt the warmness filled him to the joined thunderous beats of their hearts. He slumped forward against Randy, mewling weakly and found himself being lowered, his feet finally touching the floor. Randy leaned him against the wall, still joined to him, breathing heavily. He pulled out and flushed to see his jizz dribbling out from Jeff's love hole, marking him as his. He caressed Jeff's sore pucker with his cum, rubbing in soothing circular motions and whispered lovingly, "You are well lubricated now. I wish I can make love to you again but your brother is waiting downstairs for you. He'll kick my ass if he knew that I have ravished you, in a restroom of all places!"

Jeff giggled as Randy chuckled. "Come on, let us get you cleaned up and dressed. I don't want your brother to find us in here together!"

The pounding on the locked door startled both of them. But the voice calling behind it shook them up.

"Jeff, are you in there? Damn it! Randy Orton, you open the goddamn door this minute!"

"Oh God! It's Matt! What are we going to do?" Jeff started to panic.

Randy looked around frantically for a means of escape and finally looked up at the small louvre window. He suggested hopefully, "Want to try and climb out through the window?"

Jeff looked at it dubiously and shook his head, "It's too small to fit through."

As the pounding continued and Matt's voice climbed to a furious pitch, Randy sighed and said, "We just have to face the music. If your brother kills me, just remember this, I love you, Jeff" and stepped up to unlock the door with Jeff holding tight to his hand for support.

As the door swung open, both men came face to face with a fuming Matt Hardy. But the amused expressions on Shannon and Chris' faces behind him wrung a smile from them.

"You have ten seconds to tell me what the hell you were doing in here with my brother!" Matt hissed between his teeth.

Jeff shifted awkwardly on his feet while Randy ran a hand nervously through his hair. He finally smiled weakly and said, "I was … huh … I was … trying to make it up to him."

Someone coughed, trying to cover up his amusement and Randy found his mouth twitching in response.

Matt didn't find it amusing at all. He snapped, "This room reeks! Did you just make out with my brother in a public toilet?" drawing snickers and guffaws from their friends at the back. They were wise enough to keep the others patrons away. It wouldn't do to have them gossiping about Randy and Jeff being lovers.

Randy couldn't deny it so he chose to remain silent. Matt looked past him and glared at his brother, "Come over here, Jeffro!"

He saw Jeff exchanged looks with Randy who nodded and Jeff meekly let go of his hand and shuffled forward towards his brother, keeping his head down. He didn't want to rile Matt any more than he was.

Drawing a deep breath to calm his nerves, Matt took his brother by the arm and led him out. Out of earshot, he hissed to his brother, "What am I going to do about you, Jeff? You went behind my back and … and …"

He didn't get to finish as he froze and came to an abrupt stop. Just a few paces from him, Scott and some of his friends were seated at a table, drinking. Jeff followed his gaze, wondering what stopped him. In the exact moment, Scott looked up and both men stared at each other in stunned silence. Scott recovered first and spoke in quick, hushed tones to his buddies who turned quickly towards them. Jeff didn't know what happen next. Everything happened so fast. He was roughly pulled from Matt's grip and the next thing he knew, he was forcibly dragged out of the building into a back alley by Scott.

"No! Let go of me!" Jeff thrashed, kicking and struggling to free himself. He cried out in pain when Scott stopped and pushed him hard against the wall, banging his head against it. Jeff didn't have time to collect himself when Scott crashed his lips against him, cutting off his cry for help. His heavy body held him captive against the wall, while his hands were eagerly tugging down his pants.

"Oh God! No! Please, no!" Jeff cried out silently as he felt the hardness stabbing at him.

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