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Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the delay. This chapter should have gone out on Saturday but my computer chose that very day to take a permanent holiday. I had to bring it to the workshop and got the hard disk replaced. Just got it back yesterday evening and had to retype the whole chapter from memory. A lesson learnt here – remember to back up your files!

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Chapter 19

Randy breathed harshly through his mouth, fists clenched at his sides. He was glaring at Morrison with a venomous look and would have gone for him again if not for the fact that Adam was holding him back. Carlito had placed himself between them as a precaution, afraid that Randy might attack again. Morrison was nursing his jaw gingerly, wincing in pain while keeping a wary eye on Randy. Mutters rang out from among the breakfast crowd who had stopped eating and was looking on curiously. Broken crockery lay askew on the carpeted floor, a result of the skirmish.

"Let's get out of here, Randy, you've caused enough trouble!" Adam tried to pull him away but he stood his ground, refusing to budge.

"You are coming with me!" Randy spat out vehemently, pointing his finger at Morrison, "and you're going to explain to Jeff what you did!"

Morrison remained silent but the guilty look on his face confirmed Adam's suspicion; Randy and Cena were set up! Morrison counted himself fortunate to just get away with a sock to the jaw although it was hurting like a motherfucker. He was sure Randy would have fully redecorated his face if Adam hadn't held him back. He knew his troubles were far from over. Cena had yet to confront him and that man's knuckles were almost twice as big as Randy's! In every sense of the word, he was truly and utterly fucked!

Adam spoke gravely, "I think you better come with us and clear up the misunderstanding. Jeff was really upset last night. Do you have any idea just how much trouble you've caused with your scheme? Have you even considered what these guys might do to you once they find out?"

"I was only trying to help!" Morrison protested and Randy threw himself forward, trying to get his hands on him but Adam held on to him firmly.

"Son of a bitch! You made Jeff think that John and I were involved …" He clammed up suddenly, realizing that everyone's attention was on them. "Move it! We're going to take this somewhere else!" he commanded just as the manager came up to them.

"Excuse me, but unless someone pays for the damage, I will have to call in the police …" the man started to say but Randy brushed him off with a curt, "Charge it to my account!"

He directed his glare towards Morrison who got the message and shuffled his feet forward reluctantly. They made it outside and started towards the lifts, with the intention of going up to see Jeff and clarify things with him. Adam and Carlito made sure to put some distance between the two men. The lift door opened and Matt and Jeff stepped out. They looked pleasantly surprised to see everyone.

Jeff threw himself forward suddenly, "Randy!" he cried out happily, winding his arms tightly around his neck.

Randy blinked several times, surprised at the warm greeting he was getting but he hugged his lover close to him. He threw a questioning look at Matt over Jeff's head but he shrugged his shoulder. He began to wonder if Adam got his information wrong, but Jeff's next words told him otherwise.

"I'm so sorry for hitting you last night," Jeff apologized as he looked up at him woefully. "It was a misunderstanding." His eyes searched the group anxiously for Cena to apologize to him as well but when they landed on Morrison's visibly bruised jaw, he gasped, "Randy! What did you do?" He quickly made his way to Morrison's side to examine his injuries and send Randy a reproachful look, "You hit him, didn't you?" Randy looked slightly abashed but he didn't feel sorry at all for punching Morrison.

Jeff sighed before turning to Morrison, "I'm really sorry that you got hurt. Shannon called me a few minutes ago and told me that you were in trouble. We went to your room but no one was there so we came down to look for you, but it looks like I was too late. Let's get you to a doctor."

"It's okay, Jeff, it's not that bad. I'll just put some ice on it," Morrison said gallantly but he wanted to kick Randy's face in for damaging his face. He could feel his jaw swelling already.

Jeff gave him a hesitant look before asking, "This may not be the right time to ask, but, did you get them drunk deliberately?"

Morrison nodded, "Yes, but I did it with good intentions!" he insisted. "I just wanted to prove to Matt here that his idea of you going out with a different guy each night is not appropriate. Just tell me this; were you jealous and angry when you saw them behaving intimately with each other?"

"Watch your mouth Morrison or you will end up with a mouthful of loose teeth!" Randy threatened him with a raised fist.

"Please, Randy, I want to hear what he has to say," Jeff sent him a pleading look.

"Now, this I got to hear!" Matt folded his arms, wearing a smirk on his face.

Jeff gave him a crossed look, "Just this once, Matty, will you keep your opinion to yourself?"

Matt's mouth fell open in shock. Did his brother just told him to shut up?

Jeff turned his attention back to Morrison and gave him his honest reply, "I'm not going to lie to you. I was hurt and angry when I saw them together last night."

"So, doesn't that tell you how Randy, John and Adam feel when they see you going out with a different guy each night? Is it fair to put them through that mental torture?" Morrison pressed on, hoping to get Jeff to see things in the right perspective. He might love and respect his older brother but he had to learn that overruling his decisions didn't mean he love or respect him any lesser, especially when it came to making important decisions concerning himself.

"Now, wait a minute! I've already explained why I'm doing this!" Matt interrupted when Jeff threw up his arms in exasperation, "Matty, for the last time, will you keep quiet and let him finish?"

Slighted by his brother's tone, Matt huffed, "Fine! I'm going to stay out of your business from now on!" he said crossly. He intended to walk away but couldn't bring himself to do it because he was curious to find out where all this would lead to.

Jeff chewed on his lips thoughtfully, musing over what Morrison just said. "I see your point and I agree with you, but, something is bothering me." He turned to Randy suddenly, "Why did you kiss John? I know you were drunk but even I don't go around kissing other guys randomly when I'm drunk."

Randy gave him a stupefied look. He was struck speechless. Anxiety suddenly gripped him. He and John were just friends and he couldn't find a logical explanation for what he did. Was there something he had missed?

"I guess you don't have the answer," Jeff said with a forlorn sigh.

He turned back to Morrison, "I apologize again for the trouble I've caused you. Thank you for sticking your neck out for me. It's time I learn to assert myself. " He leaned forward to peck him gratefully on the cheek and got an immediate reaction from Randy. He scowled at Morrison who simpered with pleasure.

"I hope you'll forgive Randy. He has a tendency of acting before thinking but he did it because he loves me. Let me make it up to you by buying you breakfast," Jeff offered.

"It's not necessary, Jeff," Morrison said graciously but Jeff said adamantly, "I insist! In fact, why don't we all breakfast together?"

He smiled when Adam and Carlito greeted his suggestion with enthusiasm. He frowned, looking over to Randy, "Where's John? I thought he stayed with you last night."

"Huh… he's still sleeping," Randy informed him in an awkward tone. He sent a glare towards Adam when he snickered. He didn't know how Jeff found out they shared a room last night but he wasn't about to ask him then and risked being asked a thousand embarrassing questions!

"Come on guys, let's go eat! I'm hungry!" Jeff said as he looped his arm through Randy's. He looked over at Matt who looked grumpy with his arms crossed at his chest. Sighing, Jeff moved towards him and looped his other arm through his, "Come on, Matty, I'll buy you a big breakfast. On second thoughts, I'll buy all of you breakfast!" he said generously.

A cheer went up from the group. Carlito and Morrison didn't get to eat much before Randy turned up with Adam at the breakfast room and decorated the floor with their food and then tried to redecorate Morrison's face with his fists.

"Are you sure? All of us will eat a hole into your pockets!" Adam said teasingly.

Jeff grinned mischievously and said, "I'm not worried. I have you, Matt and Randy to foot the bill if I come up short."

"Hey! That's not right!" Adam protested and Matt couldn't help chuckling with amusement.

Randy wrapped his arm around Jeff's shoulder and said, "Let me take care of it. You just eat your fill and keep your energy up cos' we're going to spend the entire day in bed!"

The guys made gagging sounds and Matt scolded Randy, "Randal Keith Orton! Will you stop thinking with your dick all the time?"

Jeff giggled and hid his face against Randy who smirked at everyone, "What? It's my day out with Jeff and I can do whatever I want! I can't help if I'm horny and irresistible!"

He was met by groans of protest and more gagging sounds. Ignoring them, he looked down at Jeff lustfully and said, "We have a lot of catching up to do, baby!" and moved his hand to fondle his nether cheek.

"Randy! Not in front of everyone!" Jeff hissed at him, blushing to the root as the guys laughed uproariously at them. Matt opened his mouth to warn Randy not to grope his brother in public but Adam clapped his hand on his shoulder and said, "Leave them be, Matt. It's Randy's day out with Jeff and he can do what he wants."

Matt threw him a surprised look. He had learned from Jeff that he could never see Adam as boyfriend material but only as a good buddy. In spite of that, he was taken aback that Adam would give up so easily. Well, it just showed how much a person could change in three years. Adam had definitely changed, he decided.

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Cena woke up with a throbbing headache. He groaned as he sat up and checked his watch. It was half past ten. How he hated waking up late! He hated to waste time. He could have gone to the gym and put in an hour or two of workout. Wearily, he climbed to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, intending to grab a quick shower and then head downstairs for a quick bite before heading to the gym. He had plenty of time to kill after all, recalling that it was Randy's turn to go out with Jeff that day. He brightened up almost immediately, realizing he would get to spend the entire day with Jeff the next day!

Cena went about his business, hoping to meet some of his co-workers while at the gym, which he did. He was met by raucous laughter immediately once he stepped in.

"What's so funny?" he asked as he joined Adam, Morrison, Carlito and Matt. He failed to see Morrison looking all nervous.

"I guess you don't remember anything," Adam smirked as Morrison stealthily took himself to a corner, keeping a safe distance from Cena.

Cena furrowed his brows in puzzlement. "What did I miss?" he asked.

"Well … it's pretty interesting how two individuals who have their eye on the same man can do a roundabout turn when they had too much to drink," Adam grinned widely at him while Carlito spluttered with laughter. Matt shook his head but he was clearly amused. All, except Cena, didn't fail to notice that Morrison was edging closer towards the door.

"What do you mean by that?" Cena gave him a bewildered look.

Adam just couldn't resist. No doubt Jeff had forgiven both men for their drunken indiscretion but Cena didn't know that. He wanted to play it out and see Cena's reaction.

"Let me help you out. Last night, you and Randy were all over each other and Randy even kissed you!" Adam informed him with glee. Cena looked shell-shocked. "And you know what the best part is? … Jeff saw it all!"

Cena's jaw dropped with horror. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing coherent came out. It took a few seconds for his brain to co-ordinate with his senses. He whipped his head towards Morrison who was almost at the door.

"Stay where you are! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Cena roared and growled with frustration when Morrison refused to take heed and dashed out the door. He gave chase, amidst laughter from everyone.

Hunter walked in, a bemused look on his face. He looked after the fleeing men and thumbing at them, asked, "What's going on? Morrison ran past me like the hounds of hell were after him, and then John almost knocked me down going after him."

Quickly, Adam updated him on the recent developments and soon, Hunter was laughing along with them.

"Damn! You just have to make a dig at John, don't you?" he chuckled.

Adam grinned, looking pleased with himself, "All in a good day's work!"

"It's all in the name of entertainment, but maybe we should have spared Morrison. What if John catches him?" Carlito said, looking worried all of a sudden.

"He won't because Morrison is too fast for him!" Adam assured him with a grin.

"I don't know about that," Hunter said, "John's pretty fast on his feet as well."

They looked uneasily at each other. "I think we better go after them to make sure John doesn't kill Morrison," Carlito said as he started towards the door. The others, except for Hunter, followed quickly.

Hunter shook his head, deciding to stay out of their business. "Damn kids can't stay out of trouble!" he muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the machines, preparing for a good workout.

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"You have two seconds to tell me what you were up to last night before I pound the information out from you!"

Cena had finally cornered Morrison who had run up the stairs leading to the rooftop only to find the door barricaded. He was caught in a dead end and the only way out was through Cena. No way could he get through him but he could try reasoning with him, unlike Randy who didn't listen that well.

"Before you do anything rash, just hear me out. I've explained everything to Jeff this morning and he has forgiven you and Randy for your … huh … minor transgression from last night, so there's no reason for you to get violent," Morrison tried to placate him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Cena asked as he closed in on him and grabbed him by his shirt-front. It was then that he took notice of the discoloration on his jaw.

"Who gave you that beauty?" he asked curiously before realization hit him. "Did Randy give you that souvenir?" he chuckled out loud.

Morrison nodded miserably, "Yes, he did and I don't deserve it after the favor I did for you guys!"

Surprised, Cena released him and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Morrison sighed before sliding down to sit on the steps wearily. "I was just trying to get Jeff worked up, to get him to see that you guys felt the same way he did when he went out with different guys each night. It worked like a charm but unfortunately, Randy got to me first before I can explain myself."

Cena chuckled as he sat down beside him. "You should have told us before you carry out your plan."

"It wouldn't have worked if you knew about it beforehand. I need you drunk and your guard down."

"Okay, I understand what you were doing but what did Adam mean when he said Randy kissed me and we were all over each other?" Cena asked cautiously.

He remembered waking up in bed with Randy by his side earlier but they didn't do anything than share the bed. The thought of Randy kissing him … he wanted to slap the thought from his head. Yuck! Did Randy actually touch his lips to his? He felt a need to rinse his mouth out suddenly.

"Promise not to hit me if I tell you what you guys did? But," he added hastily when Cena gave him a daunting look, "if you have to hit, just don't touch the face, anywhere but the face."

Morrison gulped, realizing he had good reason to be concerned, Cena had huge knuckles! The damage he could do to him!

"Just what exactly did we do?" Cena spoke in a slow and dangerous tone.

"Well … I got you guys drunk but I didn't expect you guys to … to start feeling each other." He quickly jumped to his feet when Cena growled menacingly. "Calm down, John," he put up his hands to placate him but Cena got to his feet and thrust him back against the wall, wrapping his huge hand around his neck, "Out with it! I'm done being patient!"

"Okay, okay, don't get yourself all worked up!" he managed to gasp out. When he realized that Cena wasn't about to let him go, he spluttered everything out. He wanted it done and over with.

"Randy invited you to sleep in his room and you kind of hugged him and then he kissed you on the cheek. Jeff got jealous and slapped both of you before leaving."

"Have you actually cleared up the misunderstanding with Jeff or are you lying just to save your neck?" Cena growled as he tightened his hold considerably around his neck.

Morrison gasped out, "I'm telling you the truth! Jeff knows why I did it and he has forgiven you two. John … I can't breathe!" He took in a big gulp of air when Cena released him suddenly.

"So, Jeff is no longer angry with us?"

Morrison nodded as he slowly massaged his neck. Cena breathed out a sigh of relief. "Count yourself lucky that I'm a reasonable man! I would have knocked your teeth out if you didn't come clean!"

"You know I'm always on your side, John. That was why I decided to stick my neck out for you but it looks like I bit off more than I could chew! Instead of thanking me, you tried to choke me!" Morrison grumbled miserably.

"You are not in the clear yet, my friend," Cena stated firmly as he stood over him with his hands on his hips with a no-nonsense look on his face.

"Now what?" Morrison protested.

"One, I have Randy's icky germs on my face!" he gave an involuntary shudder. "Two, correct me if I'm wrong but was Adam with Jeff when he saw us?"

Morrison frowned, "He was, but what has he got to do with any of this?"

"He is not going to let us live this down! I'm sure by now, everyone knows every little detail about what we did. Damn! We will never hear the end of it! I don't know about Randy but I can live without the thought of him kissing me!" he grimaced painfully at that image.

Morrison pondered over it before saying, "Look at it on the bright side, at least you and Randy won't have to wait too long before Jeff comes to a decision."

"Aren't you forgetting Adam?You have forgotten Adam," Cena pointed out.

"He's no longer in the equation! Jeff and Adam are just friends, nothing more," Morrison informed him. The news brought a grin to Cena's face.

"Really?" and at Morrison's nod of confirmation, his mood lightened up. "So, that leaves only me and Randy." At least he didn't have to worry about Adam.

"I have a feeling that Jeff is going to make his decision sooner than later," Morrison said.

"What makes you say that?" Cena gave him an inquiring look.

"He doesn't like to string you guys along, that was Matt's idea right from the start. And judging from the way he stood up to Matt just now, I believe he's going to take matters into his own hands."

"If that's the case, I think I owe you an apology," Cena said.

"Apology accepted but I'm not forgiving Randy that easily. Damn! He packs quite a punch!" he grumbled as he fingered his jaw tenderly.

Cena gave him a contrite look. "Come on, let's get some ice on that," he said, leading the way down.

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"Baby … I miss you!" Randy whispered as he thrust in slowly, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. He could feel Jeff trembling beneath him, his slight body arching up eagerly to meet his thrusts.

"I miss you too, Randy!" Jeff gasped out between breaths, his body shimmering with his exertions. Randy stroked the insides of his thighs as he thrust in deep, burying himself balls deep within him. Jeff shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his insides clutched tightly around Randy's massive manhood, holding him deep within him. The feeling was indescribable. Their hot sweaty bodies were entwined as one, moving sinuously against each other, both craving for the high but yet not wanting it to end so quickly. Every thrust brought a moan of pleasure from Jeff's lips and he loved the feeling of being buried intimately within him. In the short time they knew each other Randy had found all his magic buttons. He knew where and how to pleasure him. It was as if Randy crafted his body with his own hands. He knew where to touch, which buttons to push to work him up to a delirious state in just minutes! They had great sex but it was more than that. There was a connection between them. Jeff felt it every time they were together. Randy seemed to know what he wanted and dished it out without him having to say a word. It was as if he could read his mind and sense his moods.

Randy grunted as he picked up his pace. As much as he wanted to prolong the love-making, he could sense Jeff's desperation by the way he was pulling him in with his legs. He grinned at the thought of spending the whole day in bed, making wild, passionate love to him over and over again. This was only round one and they had been at it for an hour and both men had not climaxed yet. He felt Jeff's urgency and was done teasing him. He needed it as much as Jeff and as he raced along, pumping his hips furiously in hard, frantic thrusts deep into his lover with the headboard bouncing hard against the wall. He didn't care if everyone heard them. As they reached their climax and Jeff screamed his sweet release, he felt the pulsating walls gripped him in a fierce, tight loving grip and he roared his release, filling the warm tunnel with his seeds of love.

Both men lay gasping, trying to catch their breaths. Randy finally regained his senses and pulled out. He cradled Jeff in his arms and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, Jeff, more than life itself," he whispered endearingly to him.

"I love you too, Randy," Jeff wrapped himself around him and closed his eyes contentedly. He felt safe, loved and protected.

"More than you love John?"

Jeff opened his eyes to see him looking down at him anxiously.

"I can't say that for sure for now," he said honestly. When Randy looked away in disappointment, he cupped his face to bring his eyes to meet his.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you but I'm just being honest. I don't want to hurt you worse by lying to you. In the short time we've known each other, I have learnt a lot. It's not how long you know a person but the quality time we spent together. Regardless of whether we will end up together or not, I'll always cherish the moments we have together. I don't want any more regrets. I have more than enough to last me several lifetimes! You, John and Adam, the three of you have given me something which I thought I have lost. Your love has restored my faith. I don't want to repay you by lying to you. I do not want to make promises that I cannot keep. It wouldn't be fair to you or to John." He sighed deeply before continuing, "I'm truly blessed to have your love but it looks like I have everything to gain in this situation. I have given you and John nothing but mental turmoil by playing you against each other and for that, I'm truly sorry. I don't want to hurt either of you but it looks like it is inevitable. It's not too late to back out now, Randy. I can understand how you and John feel about the whole situation and I don't blame you at all if you call it quits now."

Randy grasped his hands and lifted them to his lips, kissing the palm of each hand delicately. "You can't get rid of me so easily," he teased, trying to lighten the sober mood, "I'm not giving you up! I'm prepared to wait for you to come to a decision. I know it pains you to choose between us but when the time comes, I just want you to know that I will respect your decision. And until that day, I am going to continue to love and cherish you as long as you allow me to do so."

Tears filled Jeff's eyes as Randy gathered him towards him. How could he choose between the two who loved him unconditionally?

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