Sunflowers

"Explain to me how this is gonna make me feel better again?" Matt asked

"Simple. We're all gonna get real fuckin' drunk, do real stupid things, and film it all so some day we can look back on it and laugh." Jeff replied, setting up several bottles on the bar in his and Tom's suite.

"Guys, I dunno if I'm up for this." Matt dropped into a chair.

"Fine... you can be the judge." Jeff said, undeterred that Matty didn't want to join in a game of "Win the Shot, Call the Spot." "We got enough as it is."

Miz, Shannon Moore, Shane, and Dolph Ziggler all looked around, Miz and Ziggler a little confused.

"Rules are simple. First one to finish their shot, calls the spot. It can be ANYTHING!!!" Jeff giggled.

Matt looked around. The sight of all that liquor was tempting to say the least, but he was sad.

"You sure, Matt?" Tom asked "I ain't forcing you, but... oh great!"

Tom's phone rang. He stepped into the kitchen to take the call while Miz and Ziggler started the game off.

"Three... two... one!" Matt counted

Miz and Ziggles slammed their shots.

"Miz."

Mike thought about what he could make Dolph do. It was early, so he decided to start out with something mildly only embarrassing. "You gotta shave my name into the back o' your head."

Dolph's eyes bugged out. His hair was one of the many things he was self-conscious about. Wouldn't you be if you'd started your career as a male cheerleader???

"Bathroom." Jeff pointed

Grinning sadistically, Miz followed Ziggler into the bathroom. Seconds later, the sound of the electric clippers and the occasional curse from Dolph wafted into the main room.

...

"I think you're right. The best chance we got is to tail those two. They ain't gonna let Orton out of their sight any more than necessary." Eric agreed with Tom's assessment of the situation.

"What d'you propose?" Tom asked

"I'll tail them tomorrow and hook up with you at Superstars." Eric stated

"Jeff and I'll be there. I'm not sure about Matt. He's pretty worn down." Tom answered "We're trying to perk him up, but it ain't easy."

"No probs. I'll see you Thursday." Eric answered, hanging up the phone and turning to his laptop. "So they were there and the taping is here." He drew a straight line between the two points. "If those two are smart, which is debatable to say the least, then they should pass through Des Moines on their way. I just have to get there before them."

Eric called the airport and quickly made reservations for the next flight out. Meanwhile, back at the bar, Shane and Shannon had lost the next two rounds. Shane had to have the Superman insignia drawn on his chest and Shannon had to knock on someone's door naked.

"Me 'n you, Tommers." Jeff giggled happily, pouring out the next two shots.

"Piece of cake." Tom eyed the liquor, delicious thoughts of what he was going to make his husband do.

"Three two one... slam it!"

Tom and Jeff hit the bar with their glasses at almost the same time. They waited for Matt to rule.

"Tom by a half-second."

Tom grinned and Jeff tittered nervously. Tom was well-known for his sick sense of humor. (Just ask Chris Jericho, who'd had to table dance at a local bar after losing a bet with him! Although for a white guy, Chris could really shake his groove thing.)

"Okay, Jeffro, since Matty isn't feeling too happy, you gotta go cheer him up." Tom said "By any means necessary!"

"I think this is our cue to go?" Miz said

"Oh hell no. Jeffers loves to perform in front of a crowd, don't ya?" Tom chuckled. Now that they were a couple, Tom was a lot less likely to blow a gasket when Jeff did something like that.

"Mmm..." Jeff purred, slinking over to Matt and running a finger down his chest. "Matty needs some cheering up for sure."

They were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of another phone, but this time it was Matt's.

"I'll get it." Matt started to push Jeff away.

"Oh, hell no." Tom intercepted the call. "This one's for you." He stepped away from the action, so as not to detract from the performance.

"Hardy." He answered the phone, keeping one eye on the show.

"Matty? It's me... Randy." The voice sounded weak and far away.

"It's Tom, but..."

"I'm okay for now..." The phone was rudely snatched away from Randy. Tom heard a thud followed by a shout of pain.

"Just wanted to let you know that your lover is still alive." The voice that spoke next made Tom's eyes scrunch together and the hand that was not holding the phone clench into a fist.

"What the hell do you want?" Tom prayed that neither Evan nor Jack realized that it wasn't Matt they were speaking to.

"We had so much fun on Smackdown that we're gonna do it again. Raw. We have a special surprise for you."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "What kinda surprise?" he demanded

"If I toldja, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it. Just make sure you and those cocksucking brothers of yours are there." The line abruptly went dead.

"Who was that?" Matt gasped. Jeff's performance was stimulating enough to make Matt forget, though briefly.

"The office." Tom lied "They've changed the run sheet for Raw."

"Oh." Matt's voice rose a little. Jeff was doing the dance he usually did on the ramp, but only in lap form.

"They're not sayin' much right now."

"Why not... okay Jeff, I feel much better." Matt pushed Jeff off of his lap.

"I can see that, BIG brother." Jeff sniggered

Matt looked down, a little embarrassed, but since they were all gonna be real drunk by the end of the night, he didn't care.

"So why did they change the run?" Matt asked

"It's a little hard to explain. We'll talk in the morning. Next round?" Tom was desperate to take Matt's mind to another place. Maybe the hangover would help them all forget.

...

"Matty sounded a little angrier than usual." Tyler turned to Evan, smirking deviously.

"You sure it was Matt you were talking to?" Evan asked "Maybe they got the cops involved."

"After the beatings we administered on all three of them? I don't think so. That was definitely Matt." Tyler triumphantly grabbed two bottles of beer from a nearby case.

"Wanna drink?" Tyler asked

"Damn straight!"

"Not you, jackass! Our visitor." Nearby, Randy was tied to the bed frame, the welts and bruises on his body becoming more pronounced as time went by.

Randy whimpered. He was in too much pain to think straight. After several days in a steamer trunk, his arms and legs tied behind him painfully, the feeling still hadn't returned to his hands and feet. Tyler had to hold the phone to his mouth so he could lie to whom they thought was Matt.

"Was that a yes?"

Randy whimpered again.

"You'll answer me when I talk to you." Tyler hauled off and slapped Randy across the mouth, splitting open his bone-dry lips. Randy tasted the coppery blood on his tongue and it was Ambrosia-like in its harsh flavor. Tyler and Evan had not been the most reliable when it came to feeding Randy.

"Fuck you!" Randy found the strength to yell.

"Well, fuck you too!" Tyler slapped Randy again, hard enough to make the chains holding him secure rattle. "That's the last time I'm nice to ya!"

"When were you ever nice to the queer?" Evan demanded, helping himself to a beer.

"In my dreams, maybe." Jack shrugged, capping one of the bottles for himself and leaving the other one on the bedside table, just out of Randy's reach.

"I thought your dreams involved fucking him." Evan inquired

"Yeah, but I fucked him nicely. That reminds me..." Jack laughed, while Randy looked on horrified.

"Tyler, we agreed that we weren't gonna damage him like that until just before we sent him back." Evan interjected

"Can't I just have a little fun with him?" Jack traced along Randy's thigh with the cold beer bottle. Even through the thick jeans, Randy still felt it and shivered unwillingly.

"Okay, a little. I think we're outta mix anyway." Evan grabbed his jacket. "Later, Tyler."

"Just don't be seen. Least of all by those fuckin' Hardys."

"Yessir." Evan saluted comically before leaving the room, the door beeping as it locked.

Jack stared at Randy, slowly dragging his fingernails across the rough surface of his jeans, now stained with dust, dirt, and some of Randy's own blood.

"Orton, I gotta say that regardless of what you think, Bourne is calling all the shots." His fingers walked to the top of Randy's thigh then back down. "I personally don't know why the hell I let him drag me into this shit in the first place."

"Revenge?" Randy whispered

"Prolly." Tyler looked at Randy and, for the first time since his capture, appeared to care. "But why you? I mean, we both despise Tom and Jeff, but we really don't give a rat's ass about Matt either way... ah, fuck it... you know you stink?" He wrinkled his nose.

Randy shrugged. He had been wearing the same clothes since his capture.

"If you promise not to do anything real stupid, then I'll let you have a shower." Tyler offered

Randy nodded. Man, would a shower sound good.

"Okay... I'll unchain your hands, but I shouldn't have to warn you about what will happen if you do act heroic. Do you understand me?"

A weak nod from Orton. In his current state, he barely had the energy to bring his hands together to allow Tyler to unlock them.

"Good." As soon as his hands were unlocked from the headboard, Tyler grabbed them and relocked the cuffs so that Randy's hands were still together, but at least they were in a semi-comfortable position. Tyler repeated this with Randy's feet.

"Okay Cassidy, let's Hopalong to the shower." Tyler supported Randy until they got to the bathroom, then he pushed him inside, Tyler following.

"What are you doing?" Randy asked when Tyler brought out a knife and waved it at him.

"You shower in your clothes, do ya?" Tyler brought the blade across the fabric of Randy's shirt and effortlessly cut it of him. He repeated the process with Randy's jeans and boxers, then yanked off his shoes and socks.

Randy stood in front of Tyler, naked, sore, bruised, and bloody and waited for whatever fate had in store for him.

"Step in... don't worry about your clothes, I'll find something for you to wear by the time you're finished." Tyler gestured with the knife for Randy to get in.

With a little difficulty due to his chained feet, Randy finally stepped in. Jack ran the water briefly before turning the shower on.

"Pffft!" Randy sputtered with a face full of freezing water.

"Warm enough?" Tyler laughed then added just enough hot to moderately remove the chill.

"Wh-wh-what do you think?" Randy chattered. As the water warmed up, Randy allowed it to drip down his body, removing some of the dirt and grime from his body but not nearly enough to make him feel clean.

With his hands still cuffed, Randy wondered how he was going to clean some parts of himself, or even dry off, but that was soon pushed from his mind when the curtain was rudely jerked back and Tyler stood there, now also naked.

"You say a word to anyone and your clothes won't be the only things that l slit tonight." Tyler stepped in behind him and took the soap in hand and briskly started rubbing it across Randy's back and neck. This went on for five or so minutes until Randy was roughly turned around to allow the spray to wash the suds off him. He though nothing of the soapy hands running across his chest until they started going lower and lower until they had gripped his cock and were rubbing it hard.

"No fair that Evan's going to get to have all the fun, is it?" Tyler whispered into Randy's neck, his lips dancing across the smooth skin of his chest while his hands were busy elsewhere.

Despite his mind forcefully telling him that this was wrong, Randy could not stop his body from responding to the touches. It had been far too long since any sort of intimate contact had come his way.

"No! Please don't..." He begged, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Enjoy it while it lasts." Tyler replied "Once Evan returns, he has his heart set on that little pucker of yours and I won't be able to prevent him from taking what he wants."

Randy's eyes widened in terror at that thought. Well, more like the thought of it not being Matt to take his virginity that way. Then his mind snapped back when a bolt of pleasure ripped through his system when Jack stimulated his prostate from the outside. His knees sagged a little.

"Wha'd I tell ya?" Tyler continued the double stimulation for several moments, driving Randy toward a messy conclusion.

"Unghhh!" Randy gritted his teeth, trying to deter the sensations that were threatening to take over his system.

"Just let yourself go. There's nothing wrong with giving yourself in to pleasure." Tyler's long fingers pushed at Randy's nerve endings.

"Not like this!" Randy's mind tried to drag him away but he was too close to go back. Crying out loudly, Randy came, splattering his goo against Tyler's chest and abs.

Tyler looked down. "Not bad for someone who didn't want it." Quickly washing the residue from his torso, he stepped out and just as speedily toweled off.

"Dry yourself off and I'll get some clean clothes for you. Five minutes."

Randy hopped out of the stall, still chained up, and grabbed a towel from the stack. He dried off as best he could, then briskly rubbed his hair. He looked at his reflection in the steamy-covered mirror and immediately started to cry. He wanted Matt beside him... he would've settled for even Jeff or Tom right then, but there he was stuck in a cheap motel and, if Tyler was right and Orton had no reason not to believe him, about to become Evan Bourne's personal fuck-toy.

A bang on the door interrupted him.

"Time!" Tyler yelled

Randy quickly wiped the tears from his face. There was no way he was going to allow either of them to see him like this.

"I thought maybe you'd decided to take the chicken way out." Tyler joked "I'm going to unchain you again so you can get dressed. Try anything and you die." He gestured with the knife point toward the bed. Upon it were laid a clean pair of pants and a shirt as well as socks and underwear.

Without taking his eyes from Randy's, the shackles were unlocked and to Randy's surprise, tossed aside.

"No sense putting these on again. We're leaving as soon as Evan gets back." Tyler sat down nearby and opened another beer.

Randy looked at the open beer, drawing his parched tongue across the surface of his split lips.

Jack sighed. "For a kidnapper, I'm too fuckin' nice." He handed the full bottle to Randy and grabbed a new one for himself. Randy chugged it greedily.

"Slow the fuck down. It's the only one you're getting." Tyler briefly wondered what Evan was going to think if he came in and saw the two of them drinking like old college buddies, but he suddenly didn't really care.

"What exactly do you see in Matt?" Jack had no idea where the question came from, or why he even cared enough to ask, but the silence in the room was overwhelming.

Randy looked over. "What the fuck business is it of yours anyway?"

Tyler looked back at Randy. "Don't take that fuckin' tone with me 'less you want me to crack this bottle over yah head. Send you back to yer precious Matty in pieces." He was starting to get a little intoxicated.

Buzzed or not, Randy believed him. "Well..." he said

...

"Hurricane!" Tom announced

"Dammit!" Shannon slammed the shot glass down. After getting the lap dance from Jeff, Matt's spirits had brightened enough to make him want to join in the game immediately. With Matt in, Tom had volunteered to sit out, and mainly in case there were any more interruptions.

"Call the spot, oh costumed one!" Shannon had lost every round he'd played and was getting frustrated.

"Holy don't rush me!" The drunker Shane got, the more of the Hurricane he became.

"Wish I could win once for a change." Shannon sulked

"Mebbe if you weren't such a lightweight, you would." Dolph chuckled

"I'm not drunk!" Shannon protested.

"In that case, there's something I've always wanted to see." Shane grinned viciously. "Pick someone in the room and blow him."

Several mouths opened in shock. Shannon's for actually having to do this, Matt's for hearing Shane suggest this, and Shane's when Shannon picked him as the recipient by immediately kneeling in front of him.

"Someone needs to record this for posterity." Tom stretched his legs out.

"Or for blackmail." Jeff draped his drunk body over Tom's and started kissing him.

"Get yer drunk ass offa me!" Tom playfully pushed Jeff aside.

"Imma not drunk." Jeff protested, gently slapping his cheek.

"You're not drunk!" Tom slapped him a little harder.

"No, you're not drunk!" Jeff returned the slap, a little harder still. This went on for several minutes, the slaps escalating each time, until both their faces were really red.

"That's it... you're not drunk!" Tom hit Jeff with the Insanity.

Jeff bounced up immediately. "No, you're not drunk." A standing whisper in the wind.

"Oh really?" Tom stood right back up. "You're not drunk." Twist of fate.

"No you're not drunk." Jeff jumped on top of the bar and Swantoned onto his husband.

"No, you're not drunk." Tom rolled his eyes, impersonating Mark, and grabbed Jeff around the throat.

"Can we just agree that you're both not drunk so I can blow Shane and get this over with." Shannon protested

Jeff and Tom looked at each other. "We're not drunk." They said in unison.

...

Randy kept one eye on Tyler and the other eye on the door. Maybe if Evan took a real long time to get the mix, then just maybe he could get Jack really wasted and sneak out. The empties were starting to pile up, and save the one beer Tyler had offered him, Randy was completely sober.

"Yah never answered mah fuckin' question. What do ya see in Matt?"

"For one thing, he treats me the way I want to be treated." Matt retorted "He's always there for me and he was willing to give up his entire career to be with me."

Tyler snorted. "If Evan has his way, you won't be going back to Hardy, ya know that?" His eyes narrowed. He seemed to be debating whether or not he should be continuing this conversation.

Randy suddenly became extremely nervous. "What are you talkin' about?"

"Evan has plans for you. To put it plainly, you'll be lucky if you survive Raw." Tyler said, then rolled off the bed. "You done with that beer?"

Randy looked at the bottle. "Yeah, but..."

"Gotta make the shit look good." Tyler dangled the set of handcuffs in front of Randy's face.

"But you said..."

"Evan's taking his sweet ass time, so I ain't takin' no fuckin' chances. Put your fuckin' hands out before I blade ya."

Even in this inebriated state, Randy had no doubt that Jack was more than willing and able to carry out this latest threat. He allowed himself to be chained to the bed again.

"Now we wait." Tyler guffawed, then turned on the television very loudly.

Thoughts of what Evan had in store for him flooded his mind and this time, the tears flowed freely. He didn't care if anyone saw, or if it made him seem pathetic. He had never been so scared in his life.

...

"Wow!" Miz whispered in Dolph's ear. Everyone in the room, and I mean EVERYONE, was grossly involved in the latest spot, this one featuring the cuter two-thirds of the band 3-count.

"Yeah." Dolph whispered back. "I gotta start hangin' around these guys a lot more."

Shane was in heaven. Shannon's nimble fingles had exposed his Hurri-crotch and his mouth soon brought it to attention. Everyone else was at least watching, and in the case of Matt, tracing his own erection through his jeans.

"Makes me wanna join in!" Dolph whispered

"I'm game if you are." Miz replied, much to Mr. Ziggles' surprise. Seeing the confusion in Dolph's eyes, Mike took his hand and brought it to his own groin. "Go ahead." He whispered. That was all the permission he needed, kneading it softly.

From where Tom was sucking face with Jeff, he saw the other two get involved and it brought a titter from his lips. With his eyes, he motioned over there and dipped Jeff so he could get a better view. Jeff's eyes widened and he smiled around Tom's lips.

"Told ya so." He mouthed

"Shhh..." Tom shut him up with his tongue, while his hands began removing all unnecessary articles of clothing. In Jeff's case, that was all of them.

Ziggler saw what Tom and Jeff were doing, and took that to mean that Mike's clothes should also make a hasty exit. Shirt, pants, underwear; they were all quickly removed and strewn across the room.

"You are the Miz and you are awesome!" In awe, Ziggler looked at Mike's impressive cock for a moment before doing to him what Shannon was doing to Shane.

Tom reluctantly broke his liplock with Jeff. "Ten bucks that Miz blows first." He announced

Six heads turned. "Okay, twenty." Tom quickly upped the bet.

"I got twenty on Shane." Matt gasped, really turned on as well.

"So do I." Shane moaned, thrusting deeply into Shannon's gaping mouth.

"You can't bet!" Matt panted, his fist a blur moving up and down his exposed member.

"Fuck...." Shane's voice rose then trailed off.

Tom's eyes widened. "I owe ya twenty." He muttered, then carrying his husband, naked except for his socks, into the bedroom.

"What the hell was that about?" Ziggler asked

"Don't know... don't care... shut up and suck." Miz groaned, thrusting his pelvis in the direction of Dolph's waiting mouth. With a few minor changes, the round of win the shot, call the spot continued.

...

Randy panicked every time he heard footsteps outside their door. Tyler noticed and seemed to enjoy watching him squirm.

"He'll be back soon, don't worry." Tyler laughed inappropriately. "Then you two can have your fun in private."

"Gotta get outta here." Randy though, struggling vainly to break out of the cuffs. He wasn't going anywhere he realized when he felt fresh blood trickle down his chafed wrists. His only hope was a miracle rescue.

That miracle was driving down the freeway, maybe fifteen minutes away. Eric's flight had got it early, that itself was a miracle, and he was driving through Des Moines when he lucked out, seeing Evan pull out of the liquor store parking lot. He tailed the car at what was hopefully a safe distance until nature's ugly head reared itself in the form of a huge traffic jam. This was the only thing currently keeping Randy in one piece. The cars were literally going nowhere.

Word came back that there was actually an overturned tanker truck ahead and they'd be lucky to move within the next several hours. This was real good news and an idea came to Eric quickly when he saw other drivers getting out of their cars and walking ahead, he assumed to see the mess ahead. He soon became just another face in the crowd, walking forward but unlike everyone else, he had no interest in seeing an overturned vehicle unless that vehicle happened to be filled with money. His SEAL training in handy, Eric blended in to the mass and was able to get all the way to Evan's car without being spotted. In his pocket was a GPS tracking dot: accurate to within two feet anywhere in the world. Squatting down behind Evan's bumper, he was able to secure it to the metal while making it appear that he was simply tying his shoes.

Jogging back to his car; everyone else was too busy in their own worlds to notice that he was the only person going in that direction, he activated the receiving unit and watched the stationary blip.

"Looks like I'm gonna be here awhile." Eric turned on the radio and quickly texted back to Tom.

"STUCK IN TRAFFIC."

"F***" Tom texted back.

"GOOD NEWS THO... SO'S EVAN."

"???"

"PLANTED GPS TRACER... HE'LL LEAD ME TO R."

"CAR?"

"Y"

""

"FOLLOW STILL?"

"Y"

"OK TTYL." Eric closed the phone and leaned back in the chair. If it wasn't for the mass of humanity, he would've done something a little more daring and possibly illegal to coax Evan into revealing Randy's location, but for now he was happy to wait, hoping that the his presence meant that for the time being, Orton was safe. It was an assumption that would also prove to be everyone's undoing.