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Chapter 22

"Hey," Jeff greeted them as he sat down and laid the Intercontinental belt on the table. He felt so much better after a hot shower.

Randy pulled his chair to sit closer to him. "Feeling any better?" he asked, looking anxiously at him.

Jeff surprised him by planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek. "I'm sorry for being so rude just now. I was tired and cranky. Please forgive me?"

Randy grinned before leaning forward to peck him on the lips, "All is forgiven. Everyone has their bad days."

"What about me? My feelings were hurt too," Cena feigned a wounded look before drawing Jeff on his knees. "I want one too!" he puckered his lips and Jeff obligingly pecked him one with a giggle.

"Okay guys, knock it off!" Matt just walked in and pulled up a seat to join them. "In honor of my brother, who is now the Intercontinental Champion, I've arranged for a small celebration at a club. I assume you two are coming?"

"That goes without saying. Where Jeff goes, we go!" Cena said affirmatively.

"Who else did you invite?" Randy piped in.

"The usual people and some others," Matt said vaguely. "I've some business to take care of, so I'll meet you guys at the club around eight. Here's the address." He handed them a card before getting up, "Take care of my brother. I'll see you guys later."

"We have an hour to kill," Cena pointed out after Matt left. "Jeff, you want to go back to the hotel and rest for a bit?"

Jeff hesitated, looking at Randy. He would like to but he didn't want to leave Randy alone.

"Can Randy come with us?" Jeff asked. Randy gave Cena a look of uncertainty. Would he mind?

"It's fine by me," Cena assured him with a smile.

"I'll buy you a couple of drinks tonight," Randy said gratefully. He was surprised Cena agreed as he was encroaching into his personal time with Jeff.

"A couple bottle of scotch would do just fine!" Cena grinned as he lifted Jeff off his lap to get up.

"You're going to get yourself drunk!" Jeff scolded. "I don't want a repetition of the other night."

Cena and Randy grinned sheepishly at each other. "It won't happen again," Cena said awkwardly and Randy gave his assurance, "I'm just going to have a couple of beer, that's all."

Five hours later …

The sober ones watched their drunken counterparts with amusement. Cena and Randy were trying to out-dance the other with Jeff tottering on the floor. It was a comical sight as they were having problems standing as it was. Randy couldn't dance, period. But, he was drunk enough to be coaxed to join them and was strutting his stuff to everyone's hilarity.

Morrison was having a hell of a time taking pictures with his phone. "These will stand me in good stead in due time," he reported with glee, having blackmail in mind.

Chris choked with laughter as Cena got shoved on his ass by Jeff when he groped him. Randy laughingly went forward to help him up but ended up on the floor with him instead. Both men dissolved into helpless laughter, trying to get up but failing to. Jeff stumbled forward to help them but got pulled down alongside with them. Both men started tickling him as he lolled on the floor in helpless mirth, trying to get away from them. Morrison kept snapping pictures, a huge grin on his face. The things he could worm out of them with those pictures!

Chris turned his attention next to Matt and Shane. After leaving the arena, Matt had gone to the airport to pick up Shannon and Shane before heading to the club. He couldn't leave them out of the celebration. The four of them were thick as thieves and always looked out for each other. They were eager to celebrate Jeff's win with him and had decided to fly down and surprise him.

Earlier on, Matt and Shane had started a bet on which of them would be the last man standing after matching shot for shots of tequila. As at twenty minutes ago, both men lost. They were lying smashed on the table.

Chris glanced over at Adam. He was glad he had decided to join them. He spoke to him earlier but couldn't find out what was irking him. Adam kept insisting nothing was wrong and remained evasive even when Chris asked if it had anything to do with Jeff. He had left it alone but told him that he could come to him anytime if he needed someone to talk to.

Adam had partaken sparingly of his drink the whole night. So far, he only had four glasses of gin and was keeping a watchful eye on the situation on the floor.

"We should think of how to get them back to the hotel," he said after checking his watch. It was already half past one.

"Morrison and I will get Matt and Shane. Maybe you can get Shannon and Carlito to help you with those three," Chris suggested before realizing they had been missing for more than half an hour since they last went to the washroom. "What's taking them so long?"

"You can forget about them. I saw them slipping out some ten minutes ago. So, what do we do now?" Adam asked wryly.

Chris thought for a bit. "Wait here." He went backstage and came back five minutes later. "Davy agreed to lend me his van. We can all squeeze in. I'll drive it to the front and help you load these guys."

"Let's start with these two," Adam gestured to Matt and Shane and together with Morrison, they started moving them while Chris went to get the van. In twenty minutes, everyone was loaded and ready to go. Morrison sat in the front with Chris while Adam squeezed in with the rest at the back.

"Damn! There's no room for me to sit at all!" He was squatting on his heels and looking for a space to sit among the five men snoozing on the floor.

Chris turned around to check on the situation. "Move Jeff to your lap to make room," he advised.

Adam hesitated only for a moment before lifting Jeff onto his lap and made himself comfortable. "Okay, we can head back now," he informed Chris before turning to smile softly at the serene look on Jeff's face.

Once they reached the hotel, they decided on who was to bunk with whom with the addition of their surprised visitors. Shane would room with Matt and Morrison would move in with Chris as they assumed Carlito would most probably bring Shannon back to his room.

Before they could get started to move them to their respective rooms, Morrison suggested mischievously, "You guys want to play a joke on these two?" indicating Randy and Cena.

"What do you have in mind?" Adam asked curiously.

"I want to put Randy with John in the same room and see what happens when they find themselves sharing a bed, again!" he said gleefully.

Chris shook his head but couldn't help chuckling, "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Are you sure you want to do this? You could get your pretty face messed up if they don't see the funny side of it."

Morrison grimaced. "Don't remind me what could happen, but it's just too tempting to look the other way. So, are you guys in on this with me?"

Chris looked at Adam, "What do you think?"

Adam grinned, "What do we have to lose? Like he said, it's just too tempting to resist. I just wish I could be there to see their faces when they wake up!" he chuckled.

What the heck! Chris thought and decided to throw in with them.

After helping them to move the others, Adam carried Jeff off to Randy's room himself. Since Randy was staying with Cena, they decided to move Jeff into Randy's room. He leaned him against the wall and it was then he realized he had forgotten to take Randy's cardkey with him. He cursed under his breath. He would have to go back to Cena's room to retrieve the key from Randy's back pocket, but first, he needed access to Cena's room. He patted Jeff's pockets, hoping he brought his key out with him as they had left Cena's key behind before they left. But, no such luck. Jeff had conveniently left his behind. Now, what was he going to do? In the end, he decided to move him in with him next door.

After depositing Jeff on his bed, he locked the door before turning to the task of making him more comfortable. As he undressed him, he couldn't help noticing the hickeys left behind on his neck, chest and thighs. Gulping hard, he turned his eyes away from them and pulled the covers over him before taking himself to the bathroom to wash and change. When he came out, he was surprised to see Jeff sitting up groggily on the bed.

"Hey, are you alright?" Adam asked anxiously as he quickly made his way towards him, afraid he was going to puke.

"Addy?" Jeff blinked at him.

"Yeah, it's me," he breathed out a sigh of relief, assured he wasn't going to be sick. "Do you need something?"

"Where's everybody?" Jeff mumbled, looking around in confusion. He looked disoriented.

Adam smiled. "They're all tucked in and snoozing, just what you should be doing right now. Now, go back to sleep." He coaxed him to lie down and tucked him in properly before going to the closet to fetch an extra blanket and pillow.

"Whatcha doing?" Jeff asked in a small voice, as he watched him lay the blanket on the floor.

"Sleeping, as should you," he said, laying on top the blanket with a sigh.

"But, why are you sleeping on the floor?"

He looked up to see Jeff peering down at him from the bed.

"Cos' there's only one bed and you're on it." Adam grinned at him.

"Ohh…." His voice petered out as he finally grasped he wasn't in his own room but in Adam's room.

"Why am I sleeping in your room, Addy?" Jeff asked, trying to recall how he ended up there but everything was a blank.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you about it tomorrow." He hoped Jeff would leave it at that and thankfully he did.

"We can share the bed, you know," Jeff spoke up shyly. "I don't want you to catch a chill sleeping down there."

Adam hesitated only for a split second before getting to his feet and transferring himself to the bed. He didn't want to argue with that logic. Jeff shifted to make room for him, pulling the covers to his chin and peered shyly at him.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Adam asked. He felt a little awkward, more so than Jeff because he was acutely aware of how close they were, lying next to each other and dressed only in their boxers.

"I don't mind" Jeff assured him and let out an involuntary yawn.

Adam smiled. "Okay, enough talk. Go to sleep now."

"G'night Addy," Jeff huddled underneath the covers and closed his eyes.

"Night, Jeff." He watched him drift off to sleep and sighed, wishing things were different between them. With that thought, he finally fell asleep.

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He was so comfortable. The heat source had kept him pleasantly warm throughout the night. Shifting slightly, he was rewarded by a warm leg thrown over his hips. He forced his eyes open, looking down to see a cherry blonde head resting on his chest, and immediately tensed. Jeff! With the position they were in, his morning wood was pointing directly at Jeff's core, almost brushing it. He shifted awkwardly and Jeff mumbled in his sleep, pressing closer to him. He couldn't help letting out a soft groan as his cock hardened on contact against the heated core. Jeff whimpered in his sleep, rubbing against him. It sent delicious shivers up and down his spine as his cock slowly stood at full mast. The right thing to do was to pull back but he couldn't bring himself to do it. As Jeff rocked against him in his sleep, Adam slid his hand to his back to cup his nether cheek, squeezing it gently. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from groaning when Jeff pressed insistently against him, soft moans leaving his mouth. Fire roared through his veins and his self-control slipped. He slid his hand into the waist band of Jeff's boxers to lightly caress the ridge of his tail bone before sliding down to brush his love hole. Jeff mewled sweetly, tightening his grip over his hips. Adam let out a delicious shiver before bending down to press a kiss lightly to his lips. His fingers meanwhile continued to caress his pucker lightly. He froze when Jeff's eyes slowly open. There was a look of confusion on his face and it was quickly replaced by a startled look and a sharp gasp. He scrambled backwards so quickly that he fell off the bed.

"Jeff!" Adam scrambled off the bed to his aid. "You're alright?" he enquired as he helped him up onto the bed. Jeff nodded, but kept his eyes down. His face burned with embarrassment. He couldn't bring himself to look him in the eye.

Adam hesitated, unsure what to say. In the end, he decided to just come out with the truth.

"I'm sorry for being untruthful with you in the first place. I know what you've said about us being just friends, but I want more, Jeff. I want what Randy and John have with you. Please try to understand, I can't help the way I feel about you."

There was a moment of stunned silence as Jeff fully registered what he had just confessed to him.

"Is that why you bring me here, to seduce me in my sleep?" He couldn't help having that thought. How did he end up in Adam's room in the first place and where was Cena? They were supposed to room together.

Adam sighed. "I never intended to bring you here but due to unforeseen circumstances, you ended up in my room. And if I really wanted to seduce you, I wouldn't have waited till now. I would have done something about it last night."

Jeff bit down on his lip. He couldn't dispute that fact, knowing how vulnerable he was when he was drunk.

"Is it so bad, Jeff, to share a little with me what you share with Randy and John? You know I would never hurt you, not on purpose. I care too much for you to do that to you. Please Jeff, I know I'm asking a lot but I can't get you out of my system. I want to know what it feels like to touch you, to feel you, to kiss you, to make love to you. Just this once, that's all I'm asking and I swear I won't ask you again. Please?"

His words brought Jeff's barriers crashing down and at the same time, he had conflicting emotions. He had known Adam far longer than Randy and Cena and he knew what Adam was like. He wasn't the type of guy who would confess his feelings unless he was genuine about it. He had deliberately chosen to ignore that fact when Adam told him how he felt about him the first time. And now, Adam had not changed his mind and was telling him he still wanted him. He couldn't bring himself to ignore him the second time.

If he was honest with himself, he would admit that the reason he wouldn't give Adam a chance was because he had raped him once, just like Scott did. He was still embittered by what happened between him and Scott. The man raped him and then told him he loved him and he was foolish enough to believe his lies and forgave him, going so far as to love him unconditionally. But, where did it get him? Scott abused and tortured him, even going as far as to allow his friends to take him against his will. He almost broke him, in mind and spirit.

When Adam made his peace offering, he was receptive to it. They were buddies once before. He couldn't throw their friendship away just for one soiled moment between them. He was dumb enough to allow it to happen once, but not again. He was prepared to accept his friendship and keep their relationship strictly platonic, but he refused to take a chance in starting a relationship with him. What if it turned out the way it did with Scott and him? But he knew then, that Adam would not hurt him the way Scott did. It was a moment of folly that led to their falling out. If the incident didn't take place, they would remain firm friends. Everyone made mistakes and he had forgiven Adam because he had redeemed himself by saving him more than once. He was seriously considering giving in to his request, but only one question burnt in his mind – wouldn't that count as betrayal? What would Randy and John say to it?

Somehow, Adam sensed what he was thinking. "You haven't decided who you want to be with yet, Jeff. You are still sharing your bed with two men till you make up your mind. I'm just one more added to the equation. You're not beholden to them, just like they are not beholden to you until a decision is made." He sensed his will weakening and pressed on his advantage. Linking his fingers with his, he whispered, "Let me love you just this once? And if you still don't feel anything for me, I will never harass you again. You have my word!"

Jeff swallowed, looking into his eyes and all he saw was sincerity and true affection. Adam moved slowly and Jeff allowed himself to be lowered on the bed. Adam smiled at him, keeping their eyes locked as he slid off his boxers. Jeff blushed as he was fully exposed but kept his silence.

"You're so beautiful," Adam whispered hoarsely, as he ran his fingers along his sides before moving to caress the jutting hip bones. He moved on top of him and bent to kiss him, his tongue pushing insistently between his lips for entry. Jeff moaned as he parted his mouth and Adam eagerly plunged his tongue into the hot orifice, ravishing it thoroughly. He pulled away panting and shucked off his boxers in a hurry. The desire in his eyes flared as he noted Jeff's flushed look and kiss-swollen lips. Jeff flicked his eyes furtively at his swollen cock and looked away, licking his lips unconsciously. Adam smirked, he was interested. He nuzzled his neck before nibbling on the soft skin. "So sweet …" he cooed softly, kissing and nibbling down to his chest and taking one nipple between two fingers, he rubbed it into a hard nub while teasing the other with his mouth. His actions drew mewls from the man beneath him. He kissed his way southwards until he reached Jeff's arousal. "You're so gorgeous, I love every bit of you," he murmured as he kissed along the shaft, drawing whimpers from Jeff. Slowly, he spread Jeff's legs and bent to flick his tongue at the pucker, drawing his first taste. Jeff arched his hips up with a cry at the contact, but he held him down firmly by the back of his legs and wormed his tongue in. "Addy!" Jeff cried out, whimpering desperately while twisting the sheets with his fingers as he arched his body into a bow shape.

Adam pulled out and replaced his tongue with two fingers. He rotated them in gently and scissor his fingers to stretch him. Jeff cried out suddenly when Adam found his prostate. "Please ….. Addy …" Jeff gasped out as Adam continued his relentless assault on his love button. He shuddered as his body was besieged by waves of pleasure sweeping him towards rapture. Adam couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out his fingers and with a sense of urgency, buried himself into his core. "Addy!" Jeff's body shook uncontrollably as he was filled to the hilt.

"Merciful God!" Adam hissed between clenched teeth, struggling not to blow his load right then. He lay still, fighting his urge to rut. Jeff was so fucking tight! He was the only guy he had ever been with and he knew there was no way he was going back to a woman's pussy again after this. It just wasn't the same.

Having maintained some semblance of control, Adam started to pump into his body with long, deep strokes. Soon, Jeff was lost in the throes of passion. His cries grew frantic as Adam pounded into him mercilessly, breathing out harshly through open mouth as he slapped his hips furiously against him. He took Jeff's shaft in his hand and started to pump it rhythmically with his thrusts, building up to a feverish pace. Jeff writhed under him in delirium, sheen of perspiration coating his body. His hair was matted to his perspiring brows and face, and his cries grew hoarse with each passing moment. He was almost there. Adam felt his impending release and redoubled his efforts. Several moments later, Jeff came with a loud cry, arching to take him deep within him. With a loud grunt, Adam buried himself to the hilt and shot his load. Once emptied, he fell gasping on top of Jeff, unable to move. He could feel their hearts pounding against each other as one. Finally, he pulled out and fell beside Jeff. He leaned over to kiss him but Jeff's eyes were closed and he thought he had fallen into an exhausted sleep. It was then he noticed the tears squeezing out from the corners of the lids and trickling down his face.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He wrapped his arms around him protectively and waited anxiously for an answer.

A loud sob escaped Jeff and the damn broke. He heaved with sobs as the tears fell fast and unchecked.

"Jeff? Tell me what's wrong," he held him tight and waited for his tears to subside. Moments passed and finally, "I…I don't know what to do anymore!" Jeff cried out before bursting into fresh tears again.

"Oh Jeff," Adam rocked him to comfort him. "It'll come to you. No point fretting about it. You will have your answer when the time is right."

He could do nothing but hold him and pray that when that time came, he would be the one Jeff picked.

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I stumbled across this as I was browsing through Youtube - Jeff Hardy dancing to 'Culo' by Pitbull! The video was uploaded by TNA President Dixie Carter. She mentioned in her face book that they came across an old man dancing by himself at the hotel bar after a TNA show. Jeff couldn't resist and joined the old man on the floor. He started a dance party soon after but she pointed out that the old man danced by himself the whole night.

PS. Take note of Gay4Orton's comments. LMAO!

Here's the link - /watch?v=npJkdk0nq6g

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