Poison Ivy
"One, two, three!"
The arena exploded into cheers. Not only had Matt kept his promise and run the entire match for his team, but he'd surprised Luke with a Twist of Fate and gotten the pin.
"Excuse me..." A shrill familiar voice interrupted. "Excuse me."
"Now what?" Tom looked at Matt, who shrugged.
"As the consultant to Smackdown, I would like to announce a rule change." Vickie Guerrero made an appearance; being greeted with a chorus of boos, and other profane language. "A tag match may not conclude until all the participants have taken part in it."
"What are you sayin' Piggie-Lady?" Matt retorted
"Until Tom gets in the ring, this match will continue." Vickie announced "Referee, restart the match."
The fans, in no unclear terms, let her know what they thought of this.
"Sorry, but I have to." They had drawn Scott Armstrong for the match and he still had ill-feelings toward CM Punk. He was actually really glad that they had lost the match, but Vickie was technically his on-camera boss, so he had no choice.
"Give me the mic." Before the match could officially get under way, Tom addressed the capacity crowd. "For those of you who don't know, tonight is my farewell appearance. Thanks to an Undertaker who shall remain nameless, my knee is screwed beyond repair. Rather than slink off into the sunset, I decided to come back and say goodbye to the one fan I still have. I did not expect to, nor have any interest in, being thrown in the middle of a match. That being said, I apologize."
To everyone's shock, Tom hit Matt across the head with a crutch, breaking it and ending the match on a disqualification. Using his one surviving crutch, Tom hobbled to the back, just ahead of a very confused and angry Matt.
"Dude, I wish you'd a told me!" Matt corralled him in the locker room.
"Sorry, it just came to me. You know I couldn't do anything in the ring and I wasn't about to risk more injury if those two got their hands on me. I don't know what the hell is going on with this company, but this is ridiculous."
"I know, but did you have to screw up any chance of me gettin' pussy tonight?" Matt gently pressed against his temple, already viciously swollen and red.
"You??? Pussy???" Tom could barely hide his laughter. "Does Randy know???"
"Do I know what?"
Both Matt and Tom turned their heads at the familiar voice.
"Randy!" Matt squealed, rushing over to his lover and embracing him. Tom immediately turned his head when they started playing tonsil hockey. "I thought you weren't getting out until..."
"I had to get out, so I agreed to talk to someone." Randy sighed "I couldn't bear to be there any longer."
"I don't wanna interrupt what is obviously a you moment, but are we still having dinner later or do you want some alone time?" Tom interjected in as polite as fashion as possible.
"Uh... Randy?" Torn between seeing his brother socially for what might be the last time for a long time and time with his boyfriend, Matt looked to each man for help.
"I gotta go talk to Stephanie, anyway. You two figure it out. Don't worry about pissin' me off, 'coz I'm cool, either way." Tom hopped away, toward Stephanie's office, leaving Matt and Randy staring at each other.
"Matt, I was kinda hoping we could sit down and talk about stuff since I am actually in the mood to talk, but if you want to do dinner with Tom, that's fine with me." Randy said, although his posture indicated anything but.
"You do know that this was his last night in front of the camera 'cause of what Mark did to his knee, right?" Matt answered
"Yeah, but what about the two of us? I need you more than he does." Randy gulped. Matt could see the fear of rejection in his eyes.
Matt understood Randy's logic. He and Tom were close, but Tom had Jeff. Randy didn't and, if you took into account that Cowboy Bob was out of his son's life, he was really on his own.
"You're right. Lemme just tell him and then we'll go somewhere and talk."
A look of relief flashed across Randy's eyes and he had to use most of his willpower to stop himself from going to pieces on the spot.
"Five minutes."
"I ain't goin' nowhere." Randy replied
"And neither am I." Matt answered "Be right back."
Matt found his brother just leaving the office and quickly explained the situation. While a little disappointed, Tom understood completely where Matt's priorities were.
"I stand by what I said. It's not a problem. Randy needs you right now and I don't blame you for choosing to be with him right now. You're still my brother and I still love you, so don't worry about hurting me." Tom answered
"Thanks, bro. You don't know how much this means to me." Matt swept Tom into a hug.
"I've got a pretty good idea." Tom answered "Now go before Randy comes lookin' for ya."
"Love you!" Matt shouted as he ran back to where Randy still waited for him.
Tom sighed. "Now, I gotta explain this to Jeffro. This is gonna be fun."
...
James paced the hallway nervously, pausing only to punch a wall or throw something against one. He was confident that his decision to meet this unknown man was the right one. Now why he was waiting for Mark to come home so he could tell him was the part that was concerning him. All his life he'd done what he needed to do without worrying about approval from anyone, up till now.
"Your dead ass better be coming through that door soon, Marky-Mark." James growled "I dunno why I'm botherin' to tell you this, but it'd be nice if you were here so I could."
"Daddy daddy daddy..."
"What?" James glowered
"Cooper's being mean." Connor whined
"What now?" James demanded
"He keeps trying to tie me to the bed." Connor shrank behind his father as Cooper came down the stairs, a large coil of rope over his shoulder.
"And this is now a problem?" James asked
"I told you that if you got your blood on my Hollywood Undead shirt, I was gonna tie you to the bed and plow you." Cooper answered
"But that's not my blood. Tell him, dad!" Connor pleaded
"I spent two million dollars on a house for the two of you because I was sick of seeing you two acting like a pair of five year olds!" James yelled "Yet you spend more time here than I do! Maybe I should move!"
Connor and Cooper stopped in their tracks and looked at James. He saw fear in his kids' eyes... something he'd never seen before (at least not when they were dealing with him), and he was totally shocked.
"Trouble in paradise?" Mark chose this moment of them all to appear.
"Yay! Marky!" Connor rushed over and hugged Mark. Whether he was actually glad to see him, or just wanted the protection in case James went off again was debatable. "Daddy's being mean to me!"
"Oh he is?" Mark raised an eyebrow at James. "And you did nothing to cause this?"
"Nuh uh." Connor replied in his best-little-boy-in-the-world voice. "Cooper's the meanie."
"Sure... I'm always the bad guy... fuck you!" Cooper ran back up the stairs and slammed his door.
"Connor, could you leave Uncle Mark and me alone for a few minutes?"
Connor looked at them suspiciously. "Are you two gonna touch each other?"
Mark chuckled. James opened his mouth several times with nothing coming out. "We need to talk about something." Finally came out.
"You're gonna talk about me, aren't ya?"
"No, Connor, we have..."
"But Daddy..."
"Connor..."
"Daddy..."
"CONNOR!" Mark interrupted "Listen to your father!"
Connor pouted, looking like he was going to cry. He didn't like being talked to like that.
"But..."
"If you leave me and daddy alone until he tells me what obviously has his jockeys in a bunch, then I'll take you out for ice cream later, okay?" The sooner he found out what was on James' mind, the sooner he could figure out how he was going to distance himself from it, and he was not above bribery to do it.
"Yayyyyy!" Connor danced upstairs.
"This better be damn important." Mark dropped into the recliner.
"You remember when I said I was gonna take care of our little problem?" James dropped onto the sofa and stared directly at Mark, also not a good sign.
"Yeah... you mean you haven't done it yet?"
"I got a call today. He wouldn't say who he was, but he claims to know where thing one and thing two are." James answered
"So what's the problem?"
"He told me to meet him at the stadium at midnight." James answered
"And you need me to do what?" The rare time James told him about something before the shit hit the fan usually meant that he expected Mark to take a role in it. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little midnight fun?"
"I think you been dropped on your head one too many times." James reached for the remote control and soon the voice track to some nameless movie covered their voices. "I was hoping you'd wanna tag along and maybe, since you haven't done it for a while and if things do get a little freaky, join me in a kill."
It had been a while, that was for sure. The last one was a nameless street person they'd encountered the night they'd gone out to celebrate Mark's new WWE contract. He'd sure earned the gimmick of "The Undertaker" that night. Since then, as far as John Q. Public knew, he was a law-abiding citizen with a thing for motorcycles, beer, and leather.
"Why don't you take Cooper or Connor with you?" Mark asked.
"Please... the last thing I want is worrying about those two keeping quiet. I just wanna find out what this guy knows, and if it turns out to be a frame-up, have you snap his neck or something."
"I was hoping to get some sleep." Mark answered "I have a busy week comin' up. I got TV, three house shows, and a biker rally to make an appearance at."
"We have never have any fun together anymore!" James whined
"What do you call the marathon sex?" Mark demanded "Or is that not enough for ya?"
"Marky..."
Mark sighed. So much for sleep. "Cooper!" he yelled "We're goin' out!"
Several loud bangs came from the top of the stairs, followed by Cooper, shirtless and his jeans undone.
"Have fun." He waved at them, then went back into his bedroom.
Mark shook his head. "We shoulda told them that incest is bad."
"Coming from us?" James laughed "That's a good one, Marky! That'd fuck them up even more..."
"Is that possible?" Mark exhaled.
"If it were, I'm sure it would. Bikes?"
"Yeah." There was no getting out of it now. Unless he wanted to spend the rest of the evening trying not to think about what was going on upstairs, then tagging along was his best option. "If things go to hell, then at least one of us can get away cleanly." Or we'll both end up in the fucking slammer.
...
Lying on the bed in Matt's hotel room, Randy listened while Matt ordered up room service. From the amount of food he was getting, it seemed like Matt was planning on making this his last meal. He felt truly lucky to have Matt in his life.
"I hope that's enough." Dropping his butt onto the corner of the bed, Matt gazed into Randy's eyes.
"Depends how many people you're inviting to the party." Randy answered
"Just two... you and me." Matt patted Randy's leg. "You wanted some alone time, so that's what you're gonna get, warts and all. We do have to talk, though."
"I know." Randy said "Probably gonna be doin' a lot o' that over the next few months."
"We've been over this before. No matter what happens, the Hardy family is on your side. You need anything, just ask."
"Could you talk to my Dad?" Randy answered
Matt frowned. "After how he treated both of us, that's probably not gonna happen. Not that I don't want to, I'm just afraid of what might happen."
"I understand." Randy clutched Cuddles to his chest.
Matt ran his tongue across the bottom of his upper teeth. There's gotta be something someone can do... "Would you like me to talk to Tom and see if he'll help?"
"Tom? Are you sure? He's got his own problems right now."
"It won't hurt to ask."
"But... I didn't think Tom liked me much." Randy replied "I mean, he's always been kinda... distant with me."
"You ain't the easiest person to get close to, man." Matt scooted up on the bed so that he was laying next to Orton. "But Tom is our best chance if you want to have any sort of relationship with your Dad. He is really good at that kind of thing."
"I dunno..."
"Just think it over." Matt bounded out of the bed when Room Service knocked on the door.
Randy closed his eyes, trying to organize the chaos that was dominating his thoughts. He knew that he needed help, he needed closure, and he needed to move on. Could he do it on his own... even Randy didn't know the answer to that.
...
Tom delayed telling Jeff about his plans until he got home. If Jeff was going to overreact, and Tom had a good idea that is exactly what was going to happen, then he didn't want to argue over the phone.
Walking through the front door, he was greeted by two cars in the driveway. He recognized Jeff's Vette, but the other car was a total surprise.
"Jeffro, I'm home!" He announced
"Tommy!"
"Surprised to see me?" Tom tucked his crutches under his one arm so he could hug his husband with the other.
"Yayz! Shanny, Tommy's home!"
So that's who owns the other car. I shoulda known...
"Hey, Shan. How's the tat biz?"
"Great, man. You ever gonna come by and let me do ya?" Shannon asked
"You runnin' outta room on your own bod, are ya?" Tom had no interest in getting a tattoo. He was around enough of them in his daily life to not want to see another one every time he took off his own shirt. "Thanks, but unless you mean something else by 'let me do ya', I'll pass."
Jeff giggled. "We were just about to start thinking about what we were gonna do for dinner."
"Good." Tom answered "I am famished, but we need to talk."
"Talk?" Jeff gulped, looking nervously at Shannon.
"Uh-oh. What'd ya do, Jeffro?" Shannon smirked
"Actually, it's what I did." Tom answered "I took a new job." He quickly explained what had gone down between himself and Stephanie.
Jeff gave Tom that bug-eyed look he used when he was totally floored by something. "But I thought you were gonna recuperate at home... with me!" This news wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, obviously.
"I don't know why I said yes." A quick explanation that wouldn't escalate to a fight was what he needed, and the pounding in his temples was a sure sign that it wasn't coming fast enough. "Maybe it was the fact that we need the money coming in."
"But your contract was guaranteed. They have to pay ya." Jeff whined "Can't you call her back and say you've changed your mind?"
"The McMahons and the Hardy's aren't bff's to begin with. What do you think will happen if I go back on my word. No chance of me getting back to doing what I do best when I'm back to one hundred percent." Tom answered
"Tommy's got a point." Shannon interjected "You do need the money!"
"Shut up!" Jeff stormed across the room and threw himself onto the couch.
"Okay, fine, if that's the way you're gonna act, then whatever!" As fast as his good leg would allow, Tom retreated outside. Jeff and Shannon heard the sound of his car drive off.
Shannon stared at Jeff. "Jeff..."
"Go away!"
"You don't mean that, bro." Shannon reached to mess Jeff's hair, but his arm was batted away.
"Okay, fine. Call me if you wanna do something when you calm the fuck down." Muttering incoherently, he also walked outta the house.
...
The food had done Randy a world of good. After days of hospital mush, of which Matt had his share, something that wasn't pureed was a welcome change.
"Were you legit?"
Matt turned from flicking through the television. "Legit about what?"
"Talking to Tom?" Randy chewed his bottom lip nervously.
"Dude... I'm sure he'd be more than willing to return the favor." Matt put his arm across Randy's shoulders and drew him close. "Do you wanna ask him yourself or would you like me to?"
"Would you?"
"I'll call him in the morning." Matt promised, pecking him on the cheek. "We're finally alone and I wanna just enjoy bein' here for a while."
Randy moaned when Matt's lips brushed across his earlobe. "Matt, I'm not..."
"You need someone to love you the way you need to be loved, not just used for pleasure. If you're not ready to trust me that way just yet, that's fine, but I think you need it." The look in Matt's eyes went straight to Randy's core, warming him.
After the abuse he'd received at the hands of Bourne and Tyler, the thoughts of any sexual activity repulsed him. This was one of the things the hospital wanted him to talk to their psychiatrist about.
"You need to pull a Jericho. Break down the walls, Randy." Matt was tempted to add an 'assclown' joke, but he thought better of it.
Any hesitation was immediately dispelled by the feeling of Matt's lips on his neck. "I'll try." He pulled Matt up to lock their lips together.
"That's all I ask." When they finally broke for air, Matt said what he hoped would finally start the healing process.
...
James paced. Not with nervousness, it was just fuckin' cold out. Mark had worn his leather coat and James was tempted to either beg for it or just rip it off his lover. He checked himself at the last minute. Either way, he reasoned, it would just end up in a fight.
A car pulled into the parking lot.
"That's my cue." Mark slunk back into the shadows where they'd parked their motorcycles, leaving James to his midnight rendez-vous.
"Can I..." Mark was outta sight before James, against his earlier mindset, could ask to at least borrow the jacket for the duration. "Fuck?"
Pulling up nearby, the car idled. James wondered if he was supposed to approach the car or what. Fucker better not keep me waiting long or I will rip his head off as well. James was close to making good on his threat when the car stopped and a long male figure stepped out.
"You James Lawson?" He demanded
"Who wants to know?" James barked
"I'll take that as a yes. My cousin asked me to deliver this to you." He held out a manila envelope.
James looked at both the envelope and the deliverer, still not trusting anything about this whole situation.
"Take it. It won't bite."
James snatched the envelope from his grasp. Without another word, the other man got back into his car and drove away.
"Well, that was easy." Mark stepped out of the shadows.
"Huh?" In the confusion, James had forgotten about Mark being there.
"You're hopeless, Lawson. Totally fuckin' hopeless. Are you gonna read that or wipe your ass with it?"
"Maybe I'll just shove it down your throat and watch you choke on it."
"When did we start talking about your cock?" Mark playfully grabbed for the envelope, but James jerked it out of his reach, replacing it with his face and giving Mark a very awkward half-kiss instead.
"We didn't. Now let's get the fuck outta here before my balls disappear completely." James headed for the bikes. Mark followed close behind, wondering if that meant he was going to be responsible for their reappearance once they got home.
At least it'll give me something to do. Untl Punk shaves, I'm swearing off Smackdown.
...
The more he drove around, the more he realized that once more he'd misjudged what Jeff's reaction was going to be and probably should've said something before saying yes to Stephanie.
"Looks like I gotta bribe again." Tom grunted, Jeff probably does this 'coz he knows I'll buy him something.
He pulled up in front of a mini-mall, hoping that one of the stores would have something. He found it in a small kiosk tucked into the back of the food court.
"If this doesn't make Jeff love me again, then nothing will." Tom smiled
Driving home, he kept a careful eye on the present, if it blew away, it was going to be hell to stop and pick it up. Shannon's car was still in the driveway when he got home.
"Either park in the garage or on the street." Tom muttered. He despised having to leave his Viper in the open. "Kids, whaddaya gonna do?"
He left the gift on a chair in the empty living room and went into the bedroom to change, expecting that Jeff and Shannon were in the den. He did not expect to find the two of them in the bedroom, Jeff naked, Shannon wearing only his BVD's, and involved in an act of oral sex.
"When the Future's away, the Enigma will play." Tom was not as angry as he thought he would be. In fact, he was kinda turned on by the scene.
"Tom, this was all his idea." Under all his colors, Shannon went pale.
"I'm sure it was." Tom replied "Jeff can be a horny little bugger sometimes."
To both of their surprise, Tom stepped behind Shannon and slid his underwear off. He gripped Shannon's semi-hard penis and gave it a few quick strokes. "Nice. I would suggest you get back to what you're doing or I'm going to feel like the cheater here." He spread the Reject's legs apart so he could slide his head between them. While Shannon began to suck Jeff again, Tom began his own sucking. Shannon was huge for his size, and it took several attempts before he could get into a position to deep throat him.
Shannon didn't know which was turning him on more, the cock in his mouth or the mouth on his cock. The more Tom sucked him, the faster he sucked Jeff, and the double stimulation was driving him over the edge in a big way.
Tom could sense a change in Shannon's dick as he sucked and he knew the end was near for the young Moore-on. A couple gentle squeezes of his ball sack and Shannon started to release, around the same time Jeff started to lose it.
"Shanny, Imma..." He gripped both sides of the bed, bucking his hips wildly as he entered the first throes of his climax.
Shannon gasped loudly as his own orgasm took control of him and, as he shot wildly into Tom's mouth, he took Jeff's load on his own tongue.
Still eating Skittles. Shannon thought, swallowing stream after stream of the thick fluid.
Eventually, they all collapsed on the bed.
"That was..." Jeff panted
"Incredible?" Tom finished, reaching into his wallet and removing a scrap of paper. "Three down, at least one to go."
"Huh?" Jeff half-opened his eyes to stare at Tom.
"I've done you, Matt, and in about two minutes, Shannon. I guess Shane's next."
"Shane?" Jeff sat up, looking suspiciously at Tom. "You tryin' ta do the entire THS crew?"
Tom just chuckled. "Flip over, both o' you. It's time for me to get what I want outta this relationship."
Jeff giggled. He knew what was going to happen, but Shannon looked like he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
"Uh, guys, I really should get goin'."
"You ain't goin nowhere, Moore." When Shannon didn't move fast enough, Tom forcibly flipped him onto his stomach, then pulled him by his ass until it was level with his own groin. He sucked on his index finger for a moment, then stuck it between Shannon's cheeks, probing for his pleasure spot.
Shannon instinctively clenched at the intrusion, but the moment Tom found his spot, he relaxed. A few more probes and Shannon felt himself getting aroused again. As much as he tried not to get hard, he couldn't stop the response to Tom's now two fingers inside him.
Once Tom saw that he was having the effect on Shannon he wanted, he withdrew his fingers, and reached around Shannon to grab Jeff by the hips and back him up until the head of Shannon's cock was against Jeff's entrance. He placed his own cock at Shannon's entrance and, while holding Jeff's hips, thrust into Shannon. The force propelled Shannon forward, penetrating Jeff's ass at the same time.
"Unghhhh!" Jeff groaned, reflexively clenching around Shannon's girth. Shannon echoed Jeff's 'words' with a similar groan. Tom just pulled back, chuckled to himself again, then thrust forward once more. He kept up a slow pace; with each thrust forward, he entered Shannon, who entered Jeff, who was soon thrashing about on the bed again.
Shannon held onto Jeff's back for life. He was fearful of what might happen if he fell off. He was already stuffing Jeff as much as he dared and didn't want to hurt either of them with a badly-angled thrust.
"By the way." Tom's voice was becoming a little heavier. "You're not allowed to cum..." He emphasized with a particularly vicious thrust that almost sent both Shannon and Jeff crashing to the mattress.
"B-b-but..." Shannon stammered, already feeling his second orgasm approach. "if you keep... I mean... fuck..."
Tom rolled his eyes. "Do you always interrupt your partner during sex?" His own breathing was getting heavier and more raspy with each stroke. "What I was... going to... say is you're... oh fuck... not allowed... to... cum until... yesss... I... finish."
"What about me?" Jeff whined "Imma hard too."
"Whatever..." Tom quickened his pace, bouncing off Shannon's prostate rapidly. He tried to prolong it as long as he could, enjoying the tightness of Shannon's body squeezing his cock. Compared to Shannon, fucking Jeff was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. With a loud roar, he came, filling him completely with his seed, some of it trickling out and down onto the bed.
The feeling of Tom cumming inside him was enough to push Shannon into ecstasy and he filled Jeff with his own load almost immediately, which, and thanks to a few quick strokes from his hand, made Jeff also shoot.
None of them spoke for several minutes afterward. They all collapsed onto the bed, reeking of sex and sweat, and flushed from head to toe.
Looking over at Jeff, who was cuddled up with his arms wrapped around Shannon and his legs wrapped around his own lower body, Tom remembered what had indirectly caused this.
"By the way, I'm still taking that job and there's a present in the living room." He smiled, then dozed off.