Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters mentioned herein. This is pure fiction, written for entertainment only.
I like the ideas you are throwing at me – a threesome with Randy/Jeff/Cena, pairing Cena/Morrison and Matt/Chris, and needless to say, most of you want Jeff to end up with Randy. Hmm…. I'm still undecided. Let's see how this works out.
If you're interested, you may want to check out "Same Old Different" and "Out of Hell" by Belicia Zarita, and "Dark Saviour" by "Sound of Madness". I found these gems only this week and I spent almost three days reading them. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. And, don't forget to leave your reviews for the respective writers, they'll appreciate your input. Now, on with the story!
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Chapter 20
The two men stirred on the bed as the pounding reverberated through the room and finally broke through the haze of sleep. With brows furrowed in a frown and eyes still closed, Jeff nuzzled closer against Randy. He was just too comfortable to move and Randy was having the same exact thought. As the pounding persisted, Randy finally cracked one bleary eye open. Letting out a sigh of exasperation, he gently extricated himself and sat up. He smiled fondly down at the man beside him before pulling the sheets over him. He scrambled into his boxers, growling as he made towards the door to pull it open.
"You two! What's so important that it can't wait till tomorrow?" he glared at his unwelcomed visitors.
"We have a problem!" Adam told him grimly but Matt was bursting with excitement.
"It had better be important for you to get me out of bed!" Randy said with great displeasure.
"It is important!" Adam reiterated and pushed his way in. Randy reluctantly let him passed and Matt followed him in.
Adam's eyes drifted to the unmoving form on the bed and asked, "Is Jeff any where decent? He needs to hear this too."
"What do you think?" Randy gave him a smug look. He had spent more than two hours wearing Jeff down and wasn't done yet with him. He had every intention to keep him naked and at his disposal until the day was done.
Matt rolled his eyes before moving towards the bed. He shook his brother gently, "Jeff, get up! I've great news for you!"
"Mmffph.." Jeff mumbled but didn't appear from under the covers.
Matt contemplated the unmoving figure for a moment before leaning over. He whispered loudly into his ear, "Randy and John are making out in the shower right now!"
Jeff sat up to raucous laughter, blinking rapidly. Adam grinned as Randy scowled at the older Hardy. He moved to sit beside Jeff and rubbed his back reassuringly, "Your brother is being an asshole!" and sent Matt a withering look.
Jeff leaned against Randy with relief and pouted at his brother, "That was mean, Matty!"
Chuckling, Matt apologized, "Sorry, bro but I can't wait to tell you the good news! Guess what? We're going to get a title shot at the World Tag Team Championhip!" he crowed gleefully.
Jeff's eyes widened with disbelief. "Are you sure? You're not pulling another prank on me again, are you?"
The big happy grin on his brother's face told him it wasn't a prank. Jeff threw his arms around him and shrieked, "Oh Matty, I can't believe it! A chance to be tag champions again!"
Matt patted him on the back and beamed with pleasure, "It's just like reliving the good ol' days, Jeffro!"
"Wait a minute!" Randy interrupted them. "Did you say a shot at the World Tag Team Championship? But … we are the current champions!" he shot them an incredulous look.
"And we are going to defend our titles against them in Pittsburgh two weeks from now," Adam informed him wryly.
"You must be kidding me!" Randy shot up from the bed to face Adam who shook his head. "I wish I was," he said. "Vince called a few minutes ago to say he is lifting the titles from us and moving us back into singles competition. He wants the Hardyz to team up and wrestle across the brands for a couple of months while he works out the details. He plans for us to finish our feud with DX in January. Our titles are up for grabs as of now."
Randy thought over what Adam just said. He didn't mind dropping the titles except …
"I would prefer if we don't wrestle Matt and Jeff. They can pick up the titles after we drop them to another team." He went over to Jeff and hugged him, "I can't fight you, I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh Randy, that's so sweet of you but we have our jobs to do. Promise me you'll give it your all to defend the titles? I don't expect any less from you." Jeff gave him an affectionate peck on the lips before wrapping his arms around him.
Randy threw Adam a determined look over his head, "I do not want to fight the Hardyz! There must be a way to talk Vince out of it."
"I know how you feel but Vince has made up his mind. He expects the fans to hit the roof once the news gets out about the Hardy Boyz reuniting, and he fully intends to exploit it by pitting them against us, as in like, biggest 'face' against biggest 'heel'. He knows it will get a huge reaction and he's already looking at sell-out shows once the news gets out," Adam said dryly.
"I like the way Vince thinks. He's right about the huge reaction this is going to get. The Hardyz are coming back stronger than ever and we're gunning for your titles! We could very well take those belts from you on our first attempt!"
In his excited state, Matt didn't realize he sounded conceited and it rubbed Adam the wrong way.
"As if you could!" Adam spat out, before he could stop himself.
The smile disappeared from Matt's face and he stood up to confront him. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying we can't take the title from the likes of you?"
Sensing an ugly confrontation, Randy tried to diffuse the situation. "Simmer down, guys. This is not what it is all about," he tried to placate them but the two men ignored him.
Jeff was scrambling under the covers, looking for his clothes while casting worried looks at the men. It didn't look like Matt and Adam were done with each other. He wanted to divert the explosive situation but he needed to put on some clothes first. Where the hell are my damn boxers? He searched frantically but his clothes seemed to have disappeared.
"Not to boast but we are the best tag team there is! Rated RKO was my brainchild. Nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, can defeat us, not even DX! What makes you think you can take us on and take the titles from us?" Adam said testily.
"The fact that I know that we can beat you! Just you wait till our match in Pittsburgh, we will lift those belts from you!" Matt said cockily.
"We'll see about that! I'm willing to bet anything that Randy and I will still hold the titles by the end of the night!" Adam shot back, his hackles up.
"What the hell are you guys bickering about? I'm trying to find a way to avoid fighting Jeff and you two are trying your darn nest to make sure we do! What's wrong with you two?" Randy stormed over to them.
"Didn't you hear what he said? He says they can beat us! I'm just giving him the chance to prove it!" Adam said in his defense.
"Wow! That's mighty generous of you!" Matt said in a scathing tone.
Randy stared unbelievingly at them. The two were now glaring death at each other with fists tightly clenched at their sides. He decided he had enough. Taking each man by the arm, he forcibly pushed them towards the door. "Until you learn to behave civilly towards each other, you stay out of our room! Now, out!" and he thrust them out.
Adam and Matt opened their mouths to protest but the door slammed firmly in their faces. They glared at one another wordlessly before turning on their heels and leaving, keeping their distance.
Randy turned from the door with a sigh, to see Jeff looking forlornly at him.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to kick them out. They keep rubbing each other the wrong way and it didn't look like they were going to ease up." He joined Jeff in bed and pulled him into a cuddle. "I mean what I said earlier, I won't fight you. I'm going to call Vince, I'm sure we can work something out."
Jeff nuzzled against him and said, "I don't want to fight you too, but it's inevitable. We just have to stay objective and look at each other as mere competitors and it'll be fine."
"It's not that easy," Randy shook his head, "Rated RKO are the biggest heels since Evolution. Vince and the fans will expect us to be at our worst when we face you. I just can't bear the thought of hitting you. It pains me to even think about it," and winced at that thought.
"I guess Adam and Matt will make up for what we lack. It doesn't look like those two will have any problem beating the crap out of each other!" Jeff giggled and Randy couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "We will cross the bridge when we come to it. No sense worrying what we can't control," Jeff reassured him. He let out a yawn suddenly and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I'm really worn out and kind of hungry too. Want to go out and grab something to eat?" He looked at Randy hopefully.
Randy shifted on top of him and pulled Jeff's arms around him, "We could do that but why don't we work up a larger appetite before we leave? I think I know just how to do that ….." He started kissing his way down Jeff's body, drawing moans of pleasure from him …..
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Chris studied his two friends who seemed inclined to rip into each other at a wrong word. They were seated on opposite sides of the table and had been glowering at each other ever since they stepped into the restaurant. Chris looked over to Carlito and Morrison, hoping they could enlighten him but both shrugged their shoulders. They were as clueless as he was. The party had pre-arranged to meet in the lobby and had lunch together after Adam and Matt went up to give Randy and Jeff the news. When the lift doors opened, they saw the two men jostling each other trying to be the first man out. It looked like all was not well between them.
As they sat waiting to order, Chris thought it was best to find out what had gone wrong. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Huh … is there something we should know about?"
"Hi fellas! Mind if I join you?" Cena pulled out a chair and sat down. His grin disappeared when he saw the dark looks on Adam and Matt's faces.
"What's going on here?" he ventured to ask somewhat tentatively even though he knew it was best left alone. The last time he had seen them, the two had been cordial towards each other. He wondered what could have turned them into bitter enemies again.
"Someone here is afraid that Jeff and I will take away their tag team gold!" Matt said snidely.
"Bull! Like I said before, you don't have it in you to take it from us!" Adam said in a belligerent tone.
Everyone else at the table gave each other bewildered looks. It was Chris who decided to speak up his mind.
"Listen you two. I think we need to get something straight here." Chris actually looked annoyed. "Whether the Hardyz can take those titles from Rated RKO leaves to be seen, but the fact is, those titles are going to change hands! Why are you two bickering about it?"
"You weren't there! This Canadian doofus thinks he is unstoppable! He thinks none of us can beat Rated RKO!" Matt groused.
Adam retorted immediately, "Well, it's true! Do you really think anyone can take out Rated RKO? Come on, I want to hear from everyone!"
Cena, Chris, Carlito and Morrison looked at each other.
"Well … I've never been put in tag team action before, but I'm pretty sure that if I can get a decent partner, we can take you out," Cena spoke up with firm conviction.
Adam fumed inwardly. "You sound so confident! What if I can talk to Vince and make it happen? Can you say one hundred per cent that you can beat us, Cena?"
"Nothing is impossible and no team is undefeatable. So, yes, that's what I'm saying," Cena said coolly.
Adam took in a deep breath before standing up, "Find yourself a partner! We will face you and your chosen partner a month from now! And the titles will be on the line!" He strode away without a backward glance.
"Arrogant bastard! We may take the titles from them by then!" Matt muttered as he glared after the departing figure.
Cena pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Hmm… that is an interesting proposition." He looked at the others and asked, "Anyone here interested in a partnership with the doctor of thugonomics?"
"I've my eyes set on the World Championship, so you can count me out," Chris turned down his offer.
Morrison said apologetically, "I would be interested but my hands are full beating off the competition for my Intercontinental belt. Sorry, John, but you have to look somewhere else."
Cena looked over to Carlito hopefully. He shook his head, "I prefer singles competition myself. I'm not comfortable with the whole tag team thing. Sorry."
Cena sat back with a sigh, "I guess I've to keep looking. I'm sure someone would be interested to partner me."
Chris hesitated before speaking up, "I heard that once the rivalry between DX and Rated RKO winds down, Hunter is set for the big push for the WWE Championship. You can try and approach Shawn but I have to warn you, he doesn't really like to partner anyone else except for Hunter."
"John Cena and Shawn Michaels … Wow! I can already see the headlines!" Cena looked excited at the prospect. "You know what? I'm going to talk to Shawn as soon as I see him!"
"Well, good luck to you, John, because if you do get into tag team action, you will ultimately face me and Jeff. We are going all out to take the gold for the seventh time, although, I'm personally looking forward to taking it from Rated RKO!" Matt said with a devilish grin as the others laughed.
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Adam was heading back to his room for some quiet time when he met Hunter. He was talking excitedly into his phone and stopped, gesturing to Adam to wait whilst he quickly ended his conversation, "I'll talk to you when we meet in San Antonio. Send my regards to your dad, Shawn."
Hunter hung up and studied Adam carefully. "Why the glum face all of a sudden? You're not regretting giving up your title shot to me, are you?"
Adam shook his head and said in a wretched tone, "It's not about that."
Hunter raised his eyebrow quizzically, "Don't tell me you hit a dead end with Jeffrey after all the trouble you've gone for him?"
"He decided that we can only be friends," Adam said quietly. Forcing a smile to his face, he said, "At least we are friends. It's an improvement."
It sounded like Adam was comforting himself but Hunter actually felt sorry for him. He had made a huge sacrifice by giving up his title shot and yet, he didn't get Jeff in the end.
"Listen, I really feel bad that things didn't work out for you. If there's anything I can do, just let me know."
He turned to go but Adam stopped him, "I need another favor from you, Hunter."
Hunter frowned, "What is it?"
"I'm sure you have heard by now that Rated RKO are to drop the titles. Has Vince made up his mind, you know, about us losing to the Hardyz?"
Hunter nodded, "More or less. Is there a reason why you're asking me this?"
Adam hesitated momentarily before admitting, "I just don't want to lose the titles to them. Is there any way you can convince Vince otherwise?"
Hunter mused silently. He was the one who pitched that idea to Vince in the first place after witnessing the tug of war between the two men for Jeff's affections. He wanted to see if they would continue to co-exist as a team, especially when they faced the Hardyz, the younger of which had been the cause of rivalry between them. Adam and Randy didn't know it yet but Vince also liked his idea of getting the two to fight each other after Rated RKO finished their feud with DX. Vince was ecstatic over his ideas and had immediately started working along that line. But, it looked like Adam wasn't happy with the way things were going. As much as Hunter would like to help him, he knew that things were out of his hands. But, what was the reason Adam was reluctant to drop the titles to the Hardyz? He decided to see if he could find out.
"I don't know if there's anything I can do about it. You know how stubborn Vince can be. Is there a particular reason why you're refraining from fighting the Hardyz? Is it because of Jeff, because I know how you and Randy feel about him, or, is there some other reason?"
Adam fixed him with a steady look and spoke with some bitterness, "Everyone seems to forget. Do you remember why I formed Rated RKO?"
"How can I forget? You said it time and time again that your goal is to take out DX and replace us as the most formidable team in WWE history," Hunter replied.
Pleased with his answer, Adam said, "And that's why I don't see why we should give up those titles just to anyone! I want to prove that we are better than DX and the only way we will lose those titles is if DX takes it from us! So, are you interested?"
Hunter barked out a short laugh, "You know, Adam, you just reminded me why I've never liked you much. You can do all you want but you can never erase or replace DX because the fans will never allow it! We are a legend and as legend goes, no one will ever forget us! As for your proposition, Shawn and I have no qualms facing you and Randy but we're not interested in your titles. The only titles Shawn and I want are the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship. I tell you what, since you want a match with us so desperately, you got it! As for your match with the Hardyz," he smirked, "you better pray you don't lose to them or you will never live it down! Now, if you will excuse me, I have some calls to make."
Adam watched him go until he disappeared around the corner. He got his match with DX and he relished the thought of proving to everyone that Rated RKO was second to none. He would also have the satisfaction of making Cena eat his words! But first, he had to convince Vince to let them keep their titles until their match with DX.
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After a quick bite, Randy eagerly packed Jeff off to the bedroom again. He locked the door and turned to give him a lascivious grin. "Now that our stomachs are full again, I know just how to work off that energy," and he slowly advanced towards Jeff in a predator-like manner.
Jeff giggled playfully as he back stepped slowly until the back of his knees touched the bed. Crawling backwards, he sat on his haunches and purred seductively, "Tell me, big boy, what you have in mind?""
He let out a surprised shriek when Randy suddenly pounced on him, pinning him down.
"For starters, what say we take off our clothes and then we will improvise as we go along," Randy whispered huskily before ripping Jeff's shirt open. Jeff gasped as the buttons flew off in every which direction. Randy worked eagerly and impatiently and Jeff found himself stripped of all his clothing in no time. He quickly shed off his own clothes and climbed over his lover. Pinning Jeff's hands above his head, he bent to nip seductively at his lower lip before drawing it sensuously into his mouth, sucking softly on it. Jeff let out a sluttish moan as he melted at the kiss. His tongue danced with Randy's before his mouth was completely engulfed in a deep kiss. He could feel Randy's growing hardness stabbing insistently at him and he spread his legs to accommodate him, but Randy had other plans. He flipped Jeff over on his stomach and pulled his hips up. "Open up for me, baby." His voice trembled as he coaxed Jeff to spread his legs wider and without warning, pushed his throbbing hardness into the puckered hole.
Jeff screamed as he buried his face into the pillow. He gripped tightly to the sides of the pillow and whimpered in pain, "Ra..Randy… that hurts!"
"I'm so sorry, I got too excited," Randy whispered apologetically. He bit down on his lips, trying to control the urge to thrust. He could feel Jeff trembling underneath him. "So sorry, baby …" he murmured as he planted kisses on the nape of his neck. "It'll get better," he assured him as he continued to rain gentle kisses along his collar bone while his hands lightly caressed his spinal column. One hand disappeared below Jeff and he moaned as Randy pumped him gently. It didn't take long before Jeff was squirming and crying out in pleasure. Assured that Jeff was no longer in pain, Randy pulled out and thrust in, slowly building up momentum. Jeff pushed back to meet his thrusts, his breaths coming out in sharp bursts as Randy thrust deep into him. "So tight … so fucking sweet …" Randy hissed with pleasure as he tightened his grip on Jeff's hips and pumped frantically. Jeff's cries built in crescendo as he approached climax. The headboard bounced hard against the wall every time Randy thrust forward and the mattress creaked alarmingly at their frantic activity.
Next door, Adam was sitting on his bed and breathing heavily. He stroked his swollen, twitching cock urgently as Jeff's cries travelled through the walls. Closing his eyes, he imagined himself in Randy's place. As he thrust his cock into his hand, he imagined he was thrusting into Jeff. As the cries next door grew, his hand and hips pumped furiously. He heard Jeff scream and he threw back his head and shouted "Jeff!" in a ragged tone as he spurted cum over his hand and lower body. He heard Randy roar out his release and then, all was quiet. Getting up unsteadily, Adam walked towards the bathroom. He cleaned himself off with a wet towel before proceeding to wash his face. As he looked up in the mirror, he saw the feverish look in his eyes. He slumped over dejectedly, still staring at his reflection. "I don't know if I can do this," he muttered before turning away. But, he had to, he told himself, or he would end up losing Jeff altogether and he didn't want that at all.
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A day and a half later, their plane landed in San Antonio, Texas. It was just after eleven in the morning and the guys were immediately whisked to the hotel by coaches. They were told there would be a lunch cum briefing at half past twelve in the hotel conference room and that attendance was compulsory. Apparently, Vince has some announcements to make. It just gave them enough time to unpack, wash and change.
"Jeff! Jeff!" He stopped and craned his neck and saw Cena pushing his way towards him.
Matt chuckled and leaned in to speak in hushed tones, "Guess he's coming for you. I should have expected it."
Jeff gave him a friendly push and waited for Cena to catch up. "We're rooming together, aren't we?" Cena asked and beamed when Jeff nodded. "Yep, we are. Let's check in together!"
His day with Randy had left him sore and thoroughly worn out. Jeff realized he was too exhausted to spend a fruitful day with Cena the following day. After discussing it with him, they decided to push their date to the day after, which was the day they were supposed to arrive in San Antonio, Texas. Cena was disappointed that he had to wait a tad longer but Jeff promised to make it up to him somehow.
Matt insisted that none of his suitors would be allowed near his brother on his 'rest' day. He decided to room with Jeff and made sure to escort him wherever he went. Cena, Randy and even Adam, weren't given the opportunity to sit on the plane and coach with him. Jeff didn't want to hurt his brother's feelings and had given Matt the power of authority under the circumstances, but he stated clearly that he drew the line there. Matt was not to interfere in his personal affairs otherwise and he had agreed.
As Jeff and Cena collected their keys and turned to go, they passed Randy and Adam on the way. Randy tried to keep his jealousy in check but was doing a bad job. He nodded at Cena who acknowledged him with a bright smile whilst Adam just kept his gaze down, feigning to be absorbed in a book in his hand. He turned his head to watch them furtively as soon as they were a safe distance away.
"What's wrong? Still unhappy about Vince's decision?" Randy nudged him at his side.
Adam sighed, "Yes. I wish he would change his mind. I really want to prove that we are the best!"
Randy quirked a smile at him and said, "We don't need the titles to prove that we are the best! And, who is to say we will lose the titles to Matt and Jeff. Vince says they have to win them from us. We may very well still hold the titles when we face DX." His face etched into worried lines as he added somberly, "I just wish we don't have to face the Hardyz."
"You have to promise me something, Randy." Adam caught his attention from the serious tone in his voice. "I don't want to drop the titles just because you have a soft spot for Jeff. I want you to promise that you'll do your best to defend the titles when you face Jeff in the ring. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, I can do that but I'm not going to like it," Randy said forlornly.
"Good!" Adam clapped him on the back, "Set your feelings aside and do what you have to do. That's all I'm asking."
Randy nodded but he had an uneasy feeling that he might not rise up to the occasion when the time came. He sighed again, torn apart by his affections for Jeff and his loyalty to Adam as one half of Rated RKO. What was he to do?
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