The music was blasting so loud, the two men at the table could barely hear a word the other was saying. "What???" screamed Albert, trying to make out his partner's words. Test yelled something back at him, but Albert couldn't make head or tail of it. Test sighed, seeing the look of bafflement on his tag team partner's face.
"I said ‘Do you wanna dance'," he grumbled to himself, scowling and slumping in his chair. Out on the dance floor, nearly the entire roster were dancing away, but not Test. He wasn't dancing because he didn't have anyone to dance with. He didn't really want to dance with Albert; the man was about as graceful as he looked. Even Benoit looked better on the dance floor. However, pretty much everyone else had already paired off for the night. Test decided to give up on Albert. The large man was perfectly content to stay at the table with a drink in his hand.
It was then that Test noticed one couple in particular. His eyes narrowed at the sight. His ex-boyfriend - who was very recently ‘ex' - was dancing with another guy, who he was all over. Test scowled, watching his ex, Chris Jericho, with a considerable amount of anger. Chris was a slut, through and through. Test didn't know why he had ever gone out with such a whore in the first place. Well, actually, he did. He wanted to get in Chris's pants. Not that you had to date him to do that, but it was a great way to guarantee repeat performances. And the sex had definitely been worth it. Chris trembling against him, moaning his name...
Test quickly shook his head as he felt himself getting hard. He didn't want to think about that until he was alone, preferably with someone who was an easy fuck. Test sighed as he looked back out at the dance floor. A lot of the roster would be getting some that night, after a great party like they were at. Unfortunately, he didn't think he'd be one of the lucky people.
Test leaned back and scanned over some of the couples. He figured he
could amuse himself by guessing who'd be getting it on before the night
was over. He saw Jeff Hardy dancing with Bradshaw. Well, that one wasn't
too interesting. They had been going out for months, and they were far
too sappy to be of any interest. They never put on much of show in public,
were surprisingly reserved, con idering their on-camera personas. Test moved to the next couple. Hunter and Glenn. They had been going at it recently, and could be quite interesting to watch when they fawned all over each other in public, which they happened to be doing at the moment. Test watched them for a few minutes, then moved on. He scanned around nearly the entire room, making his predictions, until his eyes fell once again on Chris, who was dancing with Matt Hardy.
Test watched as Chris slid he hands down Matt's back, letting his fingers dip lower to cup Matt's ass. Matt made no objections, just smiled and continued dancing. "Speaking of sluts..." Test muttered, feeling more than a little jealous. He hated that Chris had someone and he didn't. Not that getting Matt Hardy to dance with you was a great accomplishment. Matt was one of the biggest flirts in the company, coming in second behind maybe Shane McMahon, who practically everyone had had a piece of. Test chuckled as he thoughts about Shane for a moment. They had been screwing like rabbits during his entire "engagement" to Stephanie, yet somehow Vince had never had a clue.
Unfortunately, the distraction lasted for only a moment. Test observed with interest as Matt broke away from Chris, saying a few words to him then making his way off the dance floor. The look of disappointment on Chris' face was priceless. Test wished strongly that he had a camera. His eyes followed Matt's backside as the elder Hardy walked in the direction of the door. Test blinked in shock. Was he leaving already?
An idea came to him, and he smiled slightly, running his tongue over
his lips. Wasn't he just saying he needed an easy fuck? And Matt was an
extremely delectable piece of meat. Test stood up abruptly, grabbing his
coat off the back of his chair. He yelled a few words to Albert, then waved
goodbye to get his point across. Albert nodded and waved back, looking
unfazed. Test slid
his jacket on, then hurried after Matt.
Matt sighed as he stood on the street corner, waiting for a cab. He wanted to stay and enjoy the party, but he had to leave. The atmosphere had been growing more sexual with each passing moment. He loved dancing, and he liked guys touching him like Chris had been. He was hardly a stranger to men trying to feel him up. However, Chris had made it no secret that he wanted far more than a quick feel on the dance floor. Matt had decided to get out of there before it went too far. He knew he was slightly intoxicated, and he really didn't want to do anything he'd regret.
Matt turned, seeing a tall blonde Canadian walking up to him. "Hey Test," he replied.
"You leaving the party so soon?" Test inquired.
Matt shrugged. "I'm just tired, I guess."
"Yeah, me too. I don't really feel like dancing tonight, anyway," Test replied. "You got a car here?"
"Nah, I'm waiting for a cab," Matt told him.
"Well, I've got my rental car. Can I give you a ride?" Test offered.
Matt smiled at him, letting his expression look a bit flirtatious. "That'd be great. Thanks."
"No prob," Test replied, offering Matt his arm and turning towards the parking lot. Matt chuckled and linked his arm with the tall blonde's, following him away from the club.
A little while later, they arrived back at the hotel. They were shocked
to find that, by some computer malfunction, they had been booked in a room
together. Matt felt very annoyed. He wished for a moment that he could
still room with Jeff, but Jeff having a serious boyfriend made that pretty
much impossible. He asked if they had another room, but they told him they
"Aw, it's ok Matt," Test announced, slinging his arm around Matt's shoulders as the teller handed them their keycards. "We'll be fine. You don't snore, do you?"
"No!" Matt exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He hoped Test couldn't tell
that he was rather uncomfortable. He normally roomed with one of his good
friends, either Grel, Edge, or Christian. He liked sharing a room with
one of them because he knew nothing would happen. Sure, they flirted sometimes
- maybe even made out - but they knew they weren't going to have sex. Matt
had made it clear that he wanted to keep their friendships free of that, and they all respected his wishes.
What Matt had never told his friends, or anyone for that matter, was
the real reason he wanted to keep sex out of it. Despite all his flirting,
he really had little knowledge of the carnal arts. In layman's terms, he
was a virgin. He felt horribly embarrassed about it at times, but had never
sought to change that fact. He didn't quite understand why he had held
on to his virginity, he just
"Here it is." Matt snapped out of his line of thought when Test stopped by the door to a room. The larger man slid the card through the lock and escorted Matt in, closing and locking the door behind them. "Damn, it's early," Test muttered as he saw the clock. He looked at Matt inquiringly. "Wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," Matt replied, grabbing the remote and settling himself onto the couch. He turned on the tv and put it on the preview channel.
"Try that one," Test instructed as he sat down next to the Hardy Boy.
Matt flipped to the channel Test had instructed. They watched the movie
in silence for a few minutes. Just as Matt was getting engrossed in the
plot, Test grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "Too boring," he
explained. He flipped through a few channels, stopping on one playing some
porn. Matt didn't object when he left it on that channel. He had watched
porn with his
friends before. It didn't bother him at all. What did bother him were the hungry eyes Test turned on him.
"What say we put on our own little show?" Test breathed, switching off the tv and scooting closer to Matt.
"Uh - " Matt cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous. "I don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Sure it would." Test moved closer still, forcing Matt to move backwards until his back was pressed right up against the cushions on one side of the couch.
Matt squirmed uncomfortably as Test moved in very close, leaning on him and pressing their chests together, then beginning to kiss his neck. "Test, I really don't - " His sentence was cut off as Test slid his hand in between them, trailing his fingers up Matt's thigh and cupping the bulge between his legs.
"Sure you do, baby," the large blonde purred silkily, using one of his hands to unfasten the buttons on Matt's shirt as the other kneaded the bulge in his crotch. Red alert sirens were going off in Matt's head at being touched that way. He didn't want to have sex now, especially not like this. He didn't know what to do.
"Test, please," Matt begged, trying to wriggle out of Test's hold. However, the larger man had him pinned securely.
"You know you want me, baby," Test breathed, successfully pulling Matt's shirt open, then reaching for his belt. He leaned in to lick Matt's hard chest while he fumbled with the buckle. Matt's breathing grew heavier as Test drew one of his nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it, none too gently. He couldn't help moaning from the sensation, as much as what was happening terrified him.
It seemed like a bad dream to Matt as Test pulled off his pants, spread his legs, and reached into his pocket for a bottle of baby oil before shedding his own clothes. "Please," he tried again, but was cut off as Test pushed a slick finger into his ass. He whimpered, closing his eyes against the pain. He still couldn't believe this was happening.
Test was too impatient to notice Matt's reluctance. He quickly inserted two more fingers into the elder Hardy, pumping them in at a rapid pace as he stretched out Matt's opening. Matt felt tears in his eyes as Test withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between his legs.
"Test - Test please, I don't wanna do this," he managed to get out.
"Don't be silly, baby," Test whispered, leaning in to give Matt a heated kiss. "You're gonna love this. I'm gonna fuck you tell you scream. Believe me, I'm better than those other pretty boys I'm sure you've been with."
Matt was about to object again, but before he could he felt the tip of Test's sex push into his body. He whimpered loudly, closing his eyes tightly against the pain as Test pushed farther into him. He wrapped his arms around Test's back, needing something to grip as pain tore through him. He was panting by the time Test was fully sheathed. His head was swimming from the feel of their bare chests pressed tightly together, and the feel of Test inside of him. He wanted to cry and scream at the same time.
"Shit baby, you're tight," Test groaned. He gave Matt a moment to adjust, then drew out nearly all the way and slammed back in. Matt cried out loudly, biting his tongue to keep himself quiet. He had to moan as Test began pounding into him, setting into a quick rhythm. He still wanted to cry, but he knew there wasn't anything he could do to stop it now. Pleasure like he had never felt was coursing through his body, and he could hardly ignore it.
"Test!!" Matt screamed, moaning loudly. The intense waves of pleasure were drowning out his logical thoughts. "Oh, TEST!!!!"
"Oh, baby, you're so hot!" Test panted. "So fucking good! Ooh, damn, you're incredible!"
Matt's breath was thundering in his chest. He let out a strangled gasp as Test adjusted the angle of his thrusts slightly so he was hitting the sweet spot every time. "Oh, YESSS!!!" Matt cried. "Oh god yes! Yes!"
"Oh baby, I'm almost there," Test gasped. "I'm - I'm - " He stopped trying to put coherent words together as he came in a huge burst, his body shuddering as waves of extreme pleasure shot through him. Matt made a choking noise, his pleasure only heightening as Test's come shot into his ass and his body took it all. The sensation pushed him into his own orgasm. He screamed and rocked wildly, nearly blind with the ecstacy.
As the orgasm faded, he slumped back against the cushions, hardly noticing when Test slid out of him. "Oh my god," he gasped. He was unable to say anything more. Words completely escaped him.
"Oh yeah," Test breathed, grinning happily. He looked thoroughly satisfied. "That was fabulous, baby. Way better than that crappy porno flick. You are fuckin' fine, you know that? Hot and good in bed. No wonder you're so popular." He picked his clothes off the floor and stood, yawning. "Well, g'night baby." Saying nothing more, he preceded to his bed and settled into the covers.
Matt sat frozen, staring off into space disbelievingly. Weren't you supposed to cuddle after sex? To hold each other? To sleep in the same bed, in each other's arms? Tears welled up in his eyes. This had been his first time. His first time ever, and it had been dirty, and cheap. It clearly meant nothing to Test, besides a good role in the hay.
Matt stumbled into the bathroom, snatching his discarded clothes as he did. He locked the door and turned on the shower, feeling desperately the need to get clean. He washed his skin again and again, but still he felt miserable. Finally, collapsing back against the shower wall, he let the tears out.
Jeff Hardy awoke the next morning to the feel of lips pressed against his. Not even bothering to open his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, gladly returning the deep, passionate kiss. He chuckled as he felt Bradshaw's hand running down his stomach, and he opened his eyes to meet his lover's gaze. He grinned at the lusty look in the larger man's eyes.
"Why don't I wake you up real good?" Bradshaw breathed in a husky voice, laying kisses along Jeff's jaw.
Jeff clicked his tongue, but his eyes danced merrily. "We fucked twice last night, and that's STILL not enough for you? You are just a sex machine, Shaw."
"I am when it comes to you," Bradshaw replied. "Your hot little body drives me wild, and you know it. How can you expect me to lie next to you in bed, while you're naked, and not want you like crazy?"
"Well then, by all means, wake me up," Jeff replied cheerfully, reaching onto the nightstand for their lube as Bradshaw slid between his legs. The larger man lubed himself up, and just as he was about to push a finger into Jeff's ass, the phone rang.
Both Jeff and Bradshaw groaned simultaneously. "Well, I guess I should get that," Jeff muttered. He snatched the phone off it's base, a scowl on his face. "What?" he snapped. "Yeah, so? Now? Why?" He listened for a moment, then sighed. "Well, can't it wait? I'm kind of in the middle of something here!" He sighed again, looking very unhappy. "Fine. You what? Why does Shaw have to leave?" Bradshaw frowned upon hearing that, listening more closely to the conversation. "Well, fine, but then he'll need a few minutes. Why don't we just meet downstairs in like 20 minutes? Geez, WHAT is so important? Fine. Ok, see ya then."
Jeff sighed as he hung up the phone, turning disappointed eyes on his lover. "That was Matt," he explained. "Apparently, something really important has come up, and he really needs to talk to me now. He wants to talk to me alone, too. Sorry baby."
Bradshaw frowned, then sighed. "I guess we can continue this later," he said in resignation. He paused for a moment, looking at Jeff inquiringly. "How long did he say it'd be til he was here?"
"I dunno; five minutes?" Jeff guessed.
"Well, there's no way I'm leaving before I get SOMETHING," Bradshaw announced, sliding lower on Jeff's body.
"Shaw, I don't think that - oooh!" Jeff squealed as Bradshaw wrapped his lips around the smaller man's member and took him down his throat. "Oh, baby, yes!" Jeff cried as his lover deepthroated him, bringing him quickly to the brink. He cried out as he came in Bradshaw's mouth. He was left panting on the mattress as Bradshaw gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then climbed out of bed and reached for his clothes. "Baby, that was great," Jeff panted, closing his eyes to savor the bit of remaining pleasure.
"Good. Let that be a reminder of what I can give you," Bradshaw told him as he pulled on his boots.
Jeff propped himself up on his elbows, looking a little confused. "What, baby? That almost sounded jealous! You know I'd never mess around on you, baby."
Bradshaw turned to look at Jeff. "I'm not saying you would. And I'm not jealous. I just - I don't like you looking at other men in that way."
"Huh?" Jeff furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Oh, don't think I didn't see you staring at Chris Jericho's ass last night!" Bradshaw exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, yeah, I was looking," Jeff admitted. "But looking never hurt anyone, baby. It's not like I'm gonna fuck him; it not like I WANT to fuck him. I don't. I only want you."
Bradshaw's expression softened a little. "Really, baby?"
"Duh." Jeff rolled his eyes. "To be perfectly frank, Shaw, if I wanted Chris Jericho, I'd have him already. But who's here with me? Who was in my bed last night, fucking me through the mattress? Who makes me happy? Only you, baby. Only you." He stood up and walked over the his large lover, buck naked, threw his arms around the big man's neck, and drew him into a heated kiss. "Only you," he whispered as he drew back.
Bradshaw was smiling broadly. "That's great to hear. I feel the same way about you, baby," he breathed.
"Great." Jeff smiled at him, but pulled out of his arms. "Now I have to get dressed, and you have to leave before Matt gets here. But we're gonna finish this later, believe me." Bradshaw nodded, leaving the room with a wide grin on his face. Jeff smiled to himself. "No one's smoother than Jeff Hardy," he commented to himself, reaching for his suitcase.
Meanwhile, Matt was standing in the hall outside the room he had shared with Test the previous night. He had been on his way to Jeff's room when a sudden attack of nerves had struck him. What was he thinking?!? He couldn't talk to Jeff about this! His brother didn't even know he was a virgin. If he ever found out, he'd probably just laugh at him. Jeff didn't think sex was a big deal, as long as he was getting laid. He had had no qualms about losing his virginity, as soon as he found a man he deemed attractive enough for him.
Matt thought for a moment. He definitely couldn't go to Jeff. He mentally debated between his three best friends in the world, besides his brother. He wasn't sure who should trust with this; Edge, Christian, or Gangrel. He knew none of them were virgins, but none of them were sluts, either.
After thinking it over for several minutes, Matt made his decision and headed off down the hall.
Edge opened his door at the soft knock. He blinked in surprise when he saw Matt Hardy standing in the hall, looking rather uncomfortable. "Morning Matt," he said in a cheery tone. "Come in."
Matt walked into the room, plopping down in a soft chair. He looked pale and upset. Edge sat down next to him. "Matt?" he asked gently.
"Edge, I - I really need to talk to you," Matt stuttered. "To talk to someone. If you don't want to listen, it's ok, you don't have to."
"Of course I'll listen! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" Edge exclaimed. He was shocked to see a tear trickle down Matt's cheek. "Matt, are you ok?" he asked with concern, taking Matt's hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "What's wrong?"
Matt looked up at his friend through teary eyes. "I need you to swear you won't tell anyone," he whispered. "I know you're going to think I'm a stupid idiot, but I couldn't take it if everyone knew. Swear it, please."
"I swear," Edge promised. "Whatever you say here stays here, ok?"
Matt nodded. He was quiet for a moment. He didn't want to do this, but he desperately needed some advice. He swallowed, then began talking. He told Edge everything, from the fact that he had until recently been a virgin to the events of the previous night. When he had finished, he looked up into Edge's face, taken aback by the look of pure fury there.
"I'll fucking kill the bastard!" Edge exclaimed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I can't believe he'd do that! I can't believe he'd...he'd...rape someone."
Matt's whole body tensed. "Rape?" he choked. "Edge, it wasn't - "
"Like hell it wasn't! You told him no, but he forced himself on you anyway. Would you call it consensual, Matt?" Edge shot back.
"I don't know," Matt whispered.
"Did you want to do it?" Edge pressed.
"No." Matt shook his head. That much he was sure of. "I didn't want to lose my virginity that way, Edge! It was so...cheap. And that's how I feel."
"Don't you think that," Edge told him, pulling Matt into his arms. "It wasn't you fault. He had no right to do what he did."
Matt was silent for a while, enjoying the comfort of his friend's arms around him. "Edge?" he asked eventually.
"What?" Edge asked, drawing back so he could look into Matt's eyes.
"Aren't you surprised?" Matt asked timidly.
Edge blinked. "About what?"
"Well - me being a virgin and all," Matt went on. "I mean, Test certainly didn't think I was. He sounded like he thought I was sleeping with - well, you and Chrissy, for starters."
Edge half smiled. "I'm a little surprised, but not really. I know you, Matt. And no matter how much you flirted, I could tell you weren't really as experienced as you seemed. I've always been able to read people; Chrissy tells me it's my most useful talent, outside of the bedroom."
Matt laughed, feeling a bit warmer inside. "And you don't think I'm stupid?" he asked hopefully.
"What, for being a virgin? Not at all."
"I just figured - that people saw me kind of in the same light as Chris, you know?" Matt continued hesitantly.
"Jericho?" Edge laughed out loud at that. "Matt, you are nothing like him. Chris is a slut, first class. He'd sleep with anything. You've never, ever given that impression."
"And that's good, right?"
Edge laughed again. "Yes, that's very good." His face grew more serious, his laughter dying. "But what are you going to do about Test, Matt?"
"I don't know." Matt sighed. "It's not like there's something I can do to get my virginity back. I really need time to think about this. But I am so glad I told you." He smiled at Edge, feeling warm inside. He considered himself extremely lucky to have such a great friend. "I just needed to get it off my chest. Can we do something today, maybe? Unless you have other plans."
Edge grinned. "I don't. And, as you know, I am the king of fun! I'll have you cheered up in no time. You can clear your head, then we'll talk more. Ok?"
Matt just nodded, following Edge to the door of the room.
It was some time later when Test awoke. He stretched out in bed, smiling at the memory of the previous night. "In your face, Chris!" he muttered, climbing out of bed to grab a quick shower. A few minutes later, he was heading down to breakfast, his hair freshly washed and pulled back with a white ribbon. He stopped when he heard a snort from behind him. Turning around, he saw his ex leaning against the wall, giving him a condescending look.
"Nice little bow in your hair, bo peep," Chris mocked. "Off to find your sheep?"
Test crossed his arms, a smug look on his face. "Actually, I was going to get something to eat. Hot, vigorous sex always makes me hungry the morning after." He savored the shocked look on Chris's face.
"What? Who the hell would fuck you?" Chris spat. Test figured he was testy from his own lack of action the previous night.
"Oh, I think you know him," Test drawled, enjoying the situation immensely. "You've been trying to get in his pants ever since we broke up. One Matt Hardy?"
Chris gasped, looking like he'd been hit. "No way! Matt left the party last night ‘cos he was tired! You're a fucking liar."
"I am NOT lying," Test insisted, unfazed by Chris's accusation. "I gave him a ride back to the hotel, then he came up to my room with me and thanked me. He was veeeery grateful. It was hot Chris, you have no idea. Mmm, the feeling of his tight ass, all around me...I'm telling you, it was heaven."
Chris crossed his arms, looking very sour. "Fuck you," he spat out.
Test's grin widened. "Bet you wish we'd never broken up now; then you could. As it is, you're out of luck. Matt was my bitch last night, and you can't do shit about it!" With that, he twirled around a marched off, feeling more than a little pleased with himself.
Chris stood in the hall, watching his former lover prance off. "I can't believe that slut!" he exclaimed once Test was out of hearing distance. "I was coming onto him ALL NIGHT, dancing with him, getting drinks for him, and the whore fucks my ex instead of me!" His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, if that bitch'll fuck that moron, he's sure as hell gonna fuck me!" Chris exclaimed, kicking the wall as he stalked off.
"MATT!!" Matt, who had just walked into the arena, winced, turning at the sound of his brother's furious voice.
"Hi Jeff," he said, wincing at the rage on his brother's face.
"What the fuck?!?" Jeff yelled, his eyes narrow. "I waited for you for a fucking hour for your stupid fucking ‘emergency', that was so important you talk to me about. Bradshaw was all hot, and he was GOING to fuck me, but then you had to call. Do you think he normally wants to fuck in the morning? NO, he doesn't! I had a great opportunity to start the day off with hot, post-party morning sex, but instead I waited in my room for a brother who didn't even bother to show. Now what the fuck is your excuse?!?" Jeff finally left off his tirade, glaring angrily at his sheepish looking brother. "Well?!?" he demanded.
"Um - sorry Jeff," Matt apologized. "I decided it wasn't really brother stuff. I should've called you and told you. Sorry."
Jeff stared at his brother. "Sorry?!? You think sorry makes up for this?!?"
"Jeff, calm down why don't you!" Edge exclaimed, coming up behind the younger Hardy. "He said he's sorry. Why don't you just go soak your head and cool off."
Jeff glared at Edge, then twirled around and stalked off. Matt sighed. "Thanks Edge," he said gratefully. "I don't think I'm strong enough to deal with him tonight."
"No problem." Edge smiled, but he looked a bit concerned. "Are you gonna be alright? Do you want me to stay with you?"
"Nah, I'll be alright," Matt told his friend. "But, um, if you wouldn't mind I'd feel better rooming with you tonight. With last night's room mixup and all - "
"Sure," Edge agreed. "I was staying alone anyway. It'll be good to have the company. I'll probably be leaving right after my match. Unless you want me to stay?"
Matt shook his head. "I'll be fine, really. The only reason last night happened was because I was alone in the room with him, and I was slightly drunk. It's not gonna happen tonight."
"Good." Edge flashed Matt another one of his prize-winning grins before heading down the hall. "See you tonight!" he called over his shoulder.
"Until then!" Matt watched until his friend was out of sight, then picked up his bag and headed for his locker room. He was glad when he arrived there and found it empty. He was pretty sure Jeff would still be angry, and he didn't need more issues to deal with. It was a while until his match, so he pulled out a book instead of changing into his ring gear.
Matt had only read a few pages when he began to hear low noises. He listened closer, then shrugged and dismissed them. Then a loud noise that resembled a muffled groan sounded throughout the locker room. Matt rose to his feet and walked over to the closet, which he was pretty sure was where the sound had come from. Yanking the door open, he found a shirtless Jeff in the arms of Chris Jericho, Chris's lips fastened around one of the younger Hardy's nipples.
Matt stared, and Jeff stared back. Matt swallowed and turned away. He did not need this. It only took Jeff a moment to snap into action. He quickly disentangled himself from Chris's arms and moved out of the closet.
"Matt, this is NOT what it looks like!" Jeff exclaimed.
Matt frowned, turning disapproving eyes on his brother. "I can't believe you! Just a few minutes ago you were whining about how I cost you a great morning with Bradshaw, YOUR BOYFRIEND, and now you're messing around with someone else!"
Jeff looked a little scared. "Matt, please don't tell Shaw! Look, this never happened before, I swear! It's just - I mean, I was upset, and I ran into Chris, and this just - happened. We didn't even do anything!"
"You're still cheating on Shaw!" Matt exclaimed. "How could you do this to him? I thought he meant everything to you!"
"He does!" Jeff insisted. "That's why you can't tell him, Matt. Please, promise me you won't. I swear, it'll never, ever, ever happen again. This was just a stupid mistake." Jeff's eyes were wide and pleading, and he looked on the verge of tears. "Please Matt?"
Matt watched him in silence for a moment, then sighed. "Ok Jeff. I won't tell him."
Jeff grinned, throwing his arms around Matt's neck and hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much Matt! You are such a great brother! Thank you thank you!" Jeff was smiling as he drew back. "I'm gonna go find Shaw, ok? I'm going to stay with the man I should be with all night. I swear it. Ok Matt?"
Matt nodded, letting his brother exit the room. He stared off into space for a second, thinking about what had just occurred. He didn't realize there was someone else in the room until Chris cleared his throat. Matt jumped, blinking rapidly as his eyes refocused on Chris's face.
"I'm sorry about that," Chris apologized. "I didn't mean for it to happen either. I just bumped into Jeff, and he reminds me so much of you - " Chris sighed, stopping in the middle of his sentence. He looked up at Matt with pleading eyes. "I don't understand you, Matt," he continued. "Last night, everything was going so well! Then you just left."
Matt was mentally cursing whatever fate had set these events in motion. He didn't need this, either. He felt fragile enough already. "Chris, I'm sorry," he said slowly. "But I really was tired. I didn't feel like dancing anymore."
"You could've asked me to leave with you," Chris pouted.
Matt shook his head. "As I said, I was tired."
"Yeah." Chris watched Matt in silence for a moment. "You know," he began in a very different tone of voice, "it would be a shame if Shaw happened to find out about Jeff's little bit of unfaithfulness tonight. Wouldn't it?"
Matt froze. "Yes, it would be," he replied cautiously.
Chris smiled. "Fortunately, you promised you wouldn't tell, so I guess he won't know. Right?"
Matt nodded, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"So, who are you rooming with tonight?" Chris asked in a seemingly innocent tone. "I was looking for a roommate for tonight," he continued before Matt could answer. "Maybe we could share. Just hang out, you know."
Matt thought about it for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. "Sure. Hang out," he said, trying to hide the dismay from his voice. He didn't want to be anywhere near Chris, especially not alone in a hotel room with him. But he knew exactly what Chris was threatening if he didn't agree, and he would do just about anything to protect his little brother.
"You sure? Alright, if you want to room alone. But I thought - yeah, ok. I'll see you in the morning." Edge hung up the phone, a puzzled look on his face. He shrugged, then dialed in another number. "Chissy? My room's open tonight if you wanna switch." He listened for a second, then grinned. "I'll see you in just a moment, then." He hung up the phone, leaning back against the couch to wait.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. Edge got up to open it, grinning when he saw his tag team partner standing in the hall. "Evening," he greeted casually.
Christian nodded, stepping into the room. "So how come you're free now, but you weren't an hour ago?" he questioned.
"Well, Matt was going to stay with me, but he decided he'd rather have a room to himself," Edge replied.
"Ok." Christian plopped down on the couch, snatching up the tv remote. "It's too early to go to sleep, so let's watch some tv."
"Sounds good. What's on?" Edge asked, taking a seat next to his partner.
Christian gave him a dumb look. "Do you really care?" He turned on the tv to a random channel, dropped the remote, and pulled Edge up against him. Edge chuckled as Christian pressed their lips together. He wrapped his arm around the golden blonde's waist as they began to make out.
Meanwhile, Matt was feeling considerably less happy. His match was over, and he was just heading back to the hotel when he bumped into Chris. He had been hoping that he could just avoid the blonde the whole night and use that as an excuse for not sharing his room, but unfortunately Chris saw him before he could turn away.
"Hey Matt," Chris said with a flirtatious smile. "Leaving now?"
Matt nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess," he replied.
"Well come on, I'll give you a ride, since we're sharing rooms anyway," Chris stated, grabbing Matt's arm and pulling him towards the parking garage before the elder Hardy could protest. The lot was nearly deserted, as Matt's match had been the last of the evening. Chris led Matt to his rental car, smiling at him all the way. The whole thing seemed chillingly familiar to Matt.
Once they had reached the car, Matt expected Chris to start the car, but the Canadian bombshell took his hand off the ignition after he had put the keys in. The lust filled eyes he turned on Matt made the dark-haired man shiver. "How ‘bout I give you a ride right here?" Chris breathed, leaning over to press his lips against Matt's neck.
"Chris, I don't think - " Matt tried to tell him.
"Don't worry, baby." Chris slid out of his seat, pulling Matt onto his lap. "I've got protection." He reached back into his bag and pulled out a shiny foil packet, pressing his lips to Matt's as he did. He also held a tube of lubricant in his hand.
Matt's heart was beating rapidly. Did Chris actually expect him to do this?!? He had only had sex once, and his second time was certainly not going to be in a car. He was about to protest, but before he knew it Chris had him pressed against the dash board, the blonde's lips pelting his neck with kisses as he pulled off Matt's shirt and began fumbling with his belt. It seemed to take Chris no time at all to get them both naked, a result of tons of practice, no doubt.
"Chris, I - ah!" Matt cried. He was leaning back against the dash board, his legs spread around Chris's torso. Chris had just pushed one lube-coated finger into his opening. Matt's breathing became ragged as Chris inserted two more fingers, stretching him unbearably as his fingers began to thrust in a slow rhythm. Matt whimpered from the pain. He wanted nothing more than to throw open the door and bolt away, but he couldn't even think clearly, much less make his body obey him. His member was swelling as his body grew excited, despite the way his mind blanched at the thought.
"You should be used to this, baby," Chris chided gently, pushing his fingers in deeper. Matt bit his tongue to suppress a moan as Chris bumped against his sweet spot. "Mmm, like that baby?" Chris purred. Matt shook his head, making Chris chuckle. "Yeah ya do, baby. You like that." He thrust his fingers against the spot again, making Matt moan out loud.
"You are so ready," Chris breathed huskily. He pulled his fingers out, taking a moment to slip the condom on, then positioning himself between Matt's legs.
"Chris," Matt tried again between his ragged breaths. "Chris, please."
"You don't have to beg, baby." Not giving Matt a chance to correct his misinterpretation, Chris lunged forward, pushing into Matt in one powerful stroke. Matt screamed, gasping from the pain. "Sorry babe," Chris panted. "I just like it fast. Now - " He leaned back against the seat, pulling Matt right up against him. "Ride me baby! Give it to me good."
Closing his eyes, Matt began to move. He still didn't want to do this, but it had gone too far for him to stop it. He bounced slowly at first, his speed increasing at Chris's urging. Moans poured from his lips as he repeatedly slammed himself down on the blonde Canadian. He couldn't help crying out Chris's name as Chris's thick member slid in and out of his body. Chris was screaming for him as well, his head pressing back into the seat, his mouth open slightly from the pleasure.
"Baby, you didn't have to wait for me," Jeff was telling his lover as they walked into the parking garage.
Bradshaw smiled, wrapping his arm possessively around the smaller man's waist. "I didn't want you taking a cab back to the hotel, all alone. I couldn't take it if something happened to you."
"Well, I've taken cabs lots of times before, and nothing's happened. But thank you anyway." Jeff gave Bradshaw a bright smile, pulling him down for a kiss.
"Your welcome. Now let's get back to the hotel before it gets too late," Bradshaw said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He looked up to see that Jeff had stopped dead in his tracks. "Baby?" He waved his hand in front of Jeff's face.
Jeff blinked and looked at him. "Huh?"
"You ok?" Bradshaw inquired.
"Yeah." Jeff cleared his throat, a disgusted look coming over his face. "Would you look at that!" he exclaimed, gesturing to one of the few remaining cars in the lot. Bradshaw followed Jeff's gaze. Inside the car he saw Matt's bare, heaving back, in front of an equally bare Chris Jericho. It was blatantly obvious what they were doing.
Bradshaw winced, squeezing Jeff supportively. "Oh. I'm sure that's not what you wanna see. Come on baby, let's go."
"Yeah." Jeff shot one more glance at the couple in the car, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What a slut," he muttered as he turned to follow Bradshaw.
Matt followed Chris into their hotel room. He hadn't said a word since they had left the car, and Chris had barely given him a second glance. Chris threw his bags on one of the beds, letting out a loud yawn. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted," Chris stated. "I'm going right to bed." He promptly crawled under the covers and closed his eyes.
"I might go visit someone," Matt said quietly.
"Whatever. Night," Chris murmured sleepily.
Matt turned to the door and left the room, taking his bag with him. He had no desire to stay in the same room as Chris, and he knew Chris had already gotten what he wanted. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he pushed them back. Quickly, he made his way to Edge's room.
"Oh, Edge!" Christian moaned as Edge's hands explored under his shirt. Their lips met in feverish kisses. The tv was being completely ignored. Christian's chest was moving heavily already, and his heavy breathing increased as Edge grabbed the front of his tshirt and pulled it up to his neck. The taller blonde leaned down to press kisses into the tender flesh, capturing one of Christian's nipples in his mouth. Christian moaned loudly, arching into the wet sensation.
While Edge was busy sucking on the stiffening bud, a knock came at the door. Both Edge and Christian groaned in disappointment. Christian's lips formed a pout as Edge got up to answer it. "I hate being interrupted while we're playing," he complained. "Hurry up and get rid of whoever it is so we can finish our foreplay!"
"I will." Edge pulled open the door, full intending to send whoever it was away, but he stopped when he saw Matt standing there, looking rather upset, despite his attempts to cover it up. "Matt, are you ok?" Edge asked, instantly concerned.
Matt was about to speak when Christian slid up behind Edge, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist. "Baby, you said you'd get rid of whoever it was," the golden blonde whined, pressing hungry kisses into Edge's neck.
"Oh, I am so sorry," Matt apologized, backing away from the door. "I didn't know you had someone with you. I'll just go. Sorry."
"Hang on, Matt." Edge reached out and grabbed Matt's wrist, gently pushing Christian away from him. "I'm sorry, baby, can we finish this another time?"
Christian blinked in surprise. "Well, I guess. Why?" He glanced curiously at Matt. "What're you two hiding?"
"It's ok, Edge, really," Matt said. "I just wanted to talk. We can always talk later. I don't want to ruin your evening together."
Christian looked a bit hurt. "Well, if you just want to talk, why can't you talk to me, too? I can listen just as well as Edge."
Edge put his hands on Christian's shoulders. "Baby, I think you should just go now. I'll call you in the morning, ok? Why don't we go shopping tomorrow, and I'll buy you something extra special to make up for this."
Christian thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. But no goofing around with Matt, ‘cos you're mine!"
Edge laughed, pulling the smaller blonde into a deep kiss before letting him leave the room. He ushered an unsure looking Matt into the room and closed the door. "I didn't know you two were back together," Matt said shyly.
"Well, you know us." Edge shrugged as he sank onto the sofa, inviting Matt to sit next to him. "On again, off again, on again, off again, so nobody ever really knows what's up with us."
Matt gave a shy grin. "Until Hunter finds out the next morning and tells everyone!"
Edge laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
Matt's smile faded. His eyes sank into his lap. "I still feel bad for interrupting you," he said quietly.
"I already told you it's ok. Chrissy and I were just goofing around, anyway. Do you need to talk about Test again?" Edge put a finger under Matt's chin, pushing his face up so the dark-haired man's eyes met his.
"No." Tears welled up in Matt's eyes again. "This is - this is way worse than Test."
Edge raised his eyebrows. "Worse? What happened?"
"I had sex with Chris," Matt blurted out.
Edge was floored. "You - Chris?"
"Yes." Matt couldn't suppress and sob, and he had to swipe at his wet eyes. "God I hate being such a stupid crybaby in front of you," he spat. "But I - I can't help it. It was so humiliating!"
"Shh, it's ok." Edge pulled Matt into his arms, letting the upset Hardy rest his head on his shoulder as the tears came. As he cried, Matt told Edge in shuddering breathes everything that had happened. He wasn't sure if he should be telling anyone, but he trusted the tall Canadian implicitly. Edge held him and did his best to sooth him, until Matt's exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep in his friend's arms.
"Hey, Christian!" The golden blonde turned around, seeing Test jog up to his side.
"Hey Test," Christian said with a friendly smile. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm pretty good." Test returned the smile. "And you?"
"I'm good too," Christian replied. There was an uncomfortable silence, while Christian contemplated whether it would be rude to turn away and continue walking, and Test tried to think of something else to say.
"Um, goodnight then," Christian finally said, starting to walk away. He mentally groaned when Test followed him. He had been hit on plenty in the past week, and now that he was back together with Edge he really didn't need it.
"Christian, are you busy tomorrow?" Test asked hopefully. "Cos if your not, you know, we could do something."
Christian faked a smile. "Actually, I'm going out with Edge tomorrow. We're giving it another shot."
"Oh, you and Edge?" Test blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, don't let me keep you then. You must be on your way right now."
"Uh, no. We're not rooming together. We were going to, but Matt showed up and needed to talk to Edge, so I got booted out. It's cool, though. Edge said he'd buy me something special tomorrow because we couldn't be together tonight," Christian told the larger man with a grin.
"Oh. Well, have fun tomorrow, and best of luck with Edge," Test told
him, letting Christian continue down the hall. He stood still for a moment,
just thinking. He had liked Christian for a long time, and he had finally
worked up the courage to ask him out, only to discover his had gone back
to his old boyfriend. Test scowled, thinking over what Christian had said.
"This is not fair at
all," he muttered to himself. "Edge had his chance before! It should be my turn now. Even if he doesn't want to stay with me forever, I should still get a shot." Test licked his lips, thinking about how delectable Christian always looked. "To bed him, at least." He thought for another moment, his determination growing. A plan formed in his mind, and after considering it for a moment, he decided it was perfect. Grinning wickedly, he went to find Hunter.
The next day, Chris was walking through the halls of the arena whistling happily. He had been trying to bump into Test, but unfortunately the big man had alluded him. However, as he rounded a corner he spotted Hunter heading towards him. Figuring telling Hunter was as good as telling the whole company, Chris walked up to the larger man and greeted him with a bright smile.
Hunter looked at the pleased expression on Chris's face questioningly. "And what are you so happy about?" he inquired. Chris could tell he was just itching for some hot gossip, which Chris was more than willing to provide.
"Oh nothing in particular," he replied smugly. "I just get in a good mood the day after I have incredibly hot sex with a man who just can't keep his hands off me."
"Really? Who?" Hunter pressed.
"Matt Hardy. Man did he want me. He couldn't even wait ‘til we got back to the hotel, so we fucked right there in the car. Damn, that man is hot. Hot, and demanding. Mmm, I feel sooo good right now."
Hunter chuckled. "You're not the only one who got a piece of Matt last night."
Chris blinked in surprise. "What?"
Hunter's eyes lit up when he realized he had a piece of gossip Chris hadn't heard. He chuckled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I happen to know that Matt paid a little visit to Edge's room last night," he replied, grinning broadly.
"But I thought they were just friends," Chris objected.
"Well so did I." Hunter shrugged. "But I heard them having sex. Someone tipped me off that they were rooming together, and I just happened to swing by. They were having sex, no doubt about it. That Matt Hardy sure gets around. Almost as much as you, Chris."
"He sure does." Chris shrugged. "No biggie. He was a good fuck, but I'm not gonna marry him."
Hunter laughed. "You? Commit? Never!" Chris made a face at him, then continued down the hall. Hunter watched him go, then began cruising the hall, searching eagerly for someone else to tell. He soon spotted Christian coming out of the break room. "Hi Christian," Hunter greeted merrily. "How are you today?"
"I'm pretty good." Christian noticed the look on Hunter's face, and sighed. "You've got some hot gossip, don't you?"
Hunter nodded emphatically. "Yep. It's about your buddy, Matt, too." Christian looked a little more interested, giving Hunter a nod to continue. "Apparently, Matt's really been getting around," Hunter told him. "He shared a bed with two different guys yesterday! Well, not bed exactly, but he did two guys yesterday."
"Really?" Christian looked a little confused. "Hunter, are you sure? That doesn't seem like Matt."
"Yep, I'm sure," Hunter replied confidently. "Don't you wanna know who with?" Christian shrugged and nodded. "First it was Jericho. Matt must be really hot for him, ‘cos he did him in the car."
Christian blinked in surprise. "You must be joking."
"Nope, no joke. They were going to go back to the hotel, but Matt couldn't wait and pounced Chris in the car. Lucky Jericho, if you ask me."
"Well - I have seen them together a lot lately," Christian said slowly, still looking rather confused. "Who was the other one?" He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, which he raised to his lips and took a sip of while waiting for Hunter to answer.
"It was your buddy, Edge."
Christian nearly choked on the liquid in his mouth. He had to spit it out, doubling over and coughing until he managed to catch his breath. "What?" he gasped, not believing his ears.
"Edge. They shacked up together. Not too surprising, is it?"
"But - " Christian shook his head. "No, Hunter, you've got it all wrong! Yes, they shared a room, but just to talk! They certainly didn't sleep together!"
Hunter crossed his arms stubbornly. "They did. I heard it. They were fucking each other senseless."
"I won't believe that!" Christian yelled.
Hunter looked a little taken aback. "Geez, why are you getting so worked up over this? So what if they slept together? It's just sex. You aren't one of those protective mommy-types over Edge, are you?"
"No." Christian stood up straighter, looking Hunter right in the eyes. "I happen to be his boyfriend! And it's crossing the line for you to be telling people that Edge slept with someone else, ‘cos he didn't!"
"You and Edge are back together?"
Christian groaned internally when he saw that gleam in Hunter's eye. "Yes, we're back together," he replied. "And Edge did not sleep with Matt! Got it?"
Hunter had a stubborn look on his face. "Christian, I HEARD IT. Now if there's one thing I'm inclined to believe, it's my own ears. I passed by their room, and I heard them having sex. I realize you don't want to believe it, but it's true!" With that he whirled around and marched away, his long blonde hair flying behind him. Christian was left staring off into space, a deep frown on his face.
It was a little while later when Edge and Matt arrived at the arena. They noticed some people giving them funny looks, but they tried to ignore it. Matt was beginning to feel very uncomfortable when they ran across Sean Waltman on the way to their dressing room. Sean glanced at them, a frown on his face.
"That is low, man," he shot at Edge.
The tall Canadian blinked, looking at Matt then back at Sean. "Huh?" Sean didn't reply, just shook his head and walked off. "What was that about?" Edge asked.
Matt had a very bad feeling, although he couldn't figure out exactly what was going on. "I don't know," he said slowly. "Did you and Sean have an argument or something?"
"No, nothing. I don't know what that was about." Edge sighed and shook his head. "Forget it. Let's get changed."
"Right." Matt looked at Edge pleadingly. "Wanna share my dressing room? Jeff's sharing with Shaw tonight, and I - well, I'd rather not be alone. You don't have to or anything."
Edge smiled and patted Matt on the back. "No problem. I'm here for you, Matt, and I don't mind helping you out. Not at all. That's what friends are for."
Matt looked relieved. "Thanks. After what happened last night, I don't wanna chance anyone showing up when I'm alone. Um, come on, I think it's this way." He pointed the way, taking Edge's hand and leading him down the hall.
Meanwhile, Test was watching them from a nearby, deserted room. His eyes were narrow as he stepped out into the hall. "Maybe I was right," he muttered under his breathe. "Maybe they really are fucking each other! Matt wants him, anyway; with an act like that, he has to want him. Why else play so vulnerable? Maybe if I'd really sent Hunter to their room, he would've heard the same thing."
Test couldn't help feeling pleased with himself as he recalled the previous night, when he had "happened" to bump into Hunter and told him there was some hot sex going on in the Hardy's room. Naturally, Hunter had jumped at the chance to hear a potential rumor first-hand, and had followed Test's directions to the room. Test hadn't lied; there was hot sex going on, and it was in a Hardy's room. It just wasn't Matt. Fortunately, Jeff and Bradshaw had decided to be particularly loud that night. But, who cared about details? Grinning to himself, Test wandered off, hoping to find a way to cause some more trouble.
Matt turned around as he brother barged angrily into the locker room. He groaned internally, wondering what he had done now. "What?" he answered tersely.
Jeff stopped right in front of him, putting his hands on his hips. He cast a disapproving look at Edge. "You are making us look bad! We're a team, we're brothers, and when you look bad, I do too! So knock it off! If you wanna sleep around, fine, but at least be discreet about it!"
Matt gasped, beginning to feel angry himself. "What the hell do you mean ‘sleep around'?" he demanded. "I have never - "
"Like hell you haven't," Jeff interrupted. "Everyone's talking about it. First, you and Chris in the car. A car for goodness sake! And then you had to shack up with your buddy here." Jeff gestured disdainfully to Edge.
Edge rose to his feet, looking both angry and confused. "What the heck are you talking about, me and Matt ‘shacking up' together?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Right, I forget, you're only friends. Well, you're busted! Hunter heard you two last night. Matt, I cannot believe you're such a slut!"
"Oh, so I'M the slut?" Matt yelled back, furious at his brother's accusations. "You're the one who was screwing around with Chris is a fucking closet! And you have a boyfriend, too. All you care about is sex and how you look!"
"Uh!" Jeff exclaimed, looking highly insulted. "That is not true!"
"Hey, hey, calm down!" Edge interrupted, stepping between the brothers. "Jeff, whatever Hunter thought he heard, we were most certainly not having sex! I have never slept with Matt, and I'm not planning on it in the near future."
Jeff snorted and crossed his arms. "Yeah, whatever you say. It's not like you have a reason to lie or anything, having cheated on your boyfriend right after getting back together! You're a bastard, and a slut! I don't want to talk to either of you right now!" He turned around and headed for the door.
"How could you say that to me, Jeff!" Matt yelled after his brother. "You're the slut, you always have been the slut, you always will be the slut! If you're going to be such a bitch, why don't you go find Chris and whine to him? I seem to recall you always get bitchy when you're really horny, so why don't you finish what you started yesterday?"
Jeff gave Matt a disgusted look and pulled the door open, freezing when he saw who was standing on the other side of it. The larger man stood looking at him for a second, then turned and ran down the hall. "Shaw - wait!" Jeff cried, dismay on his face. "Oh, thanks a fucking lot, Matt!" he yelled, slamming the door and running after his lover.
Matt sunk onto the bench, putting his head in his hands. "Oh god, now my brother hates me, and everyone else thinking I'm a slut!" he exclaimed, taking a deep, shuddering breath.
"Matt, it's ok." Edge sat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. "This is just a stupid rumor. We can set everyone straight. We both know we didn't do anything, and our word is much more believable that anything out of Hunter's mouth. You just have to try not to lose you temper again. Um - " Edge cleared his throat, looking a little worried. "I hate to leave you alone, but I really think I should go find Chrissy. He's probably heard these rumors, and I want to make sure he hasn't bought into any of them. Tell you what; why don't you lock the door until I get back, just to make sure no one bothers you. Ok?"
Matt nodded, taking another deep breathe. "Yes, you should definitely find him and tell him that none of this is true. I'll be fine."
"Ok. I'll be back as soon as I can." Edge stood up and opened the door. He nearly bumped into Dave as he left. "Sorry," he murmured, looking a bit embarrassed for being so clumsy.
"No problem. I was looking for you, actually. There are some very unsavory rumors going on right now about you and Matt."
Edge sighed loudly. "I heard. I'm going to find Chrissy now to tell him what a load of crap it is."
Dave looked relieved. "It's not true?"
"Absolutely not. Matt and I are just friends," Edge replied.
"Oh, good." Dave glanced into the dressing room, noticing Matt slumped on a bench. "Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's just upset. Could you stay with him while I talk to Chrissy? If you're not busy or anything."
Dave smiled and nodded. "Sure. Good luck straightening this all out. Let me know if I can help."
"I will, thanks." Edge turned and walked rapidly down the hall. Dave turned his eyes on the upset Hardy sitting in the locker room. He walked into the room, pulling the door closed behind him and taking a seat next to Matt.
"Matt, it's just a rumor," Dave said gently. "It's not the end of the world. People here like to talk, but most of them don't take it seriously. Give it a week or two, and they'll have forgotten all about it."
Matt shook his head, hiding his face with his hands. "It's not just that, Dave," he choked out. "God, I feel so humiliated! It was bad enough that I slept with Chris, but in the car! And everyone knowing! As if the first night wasn't bad enough! Now Jeff and everyone else think I'm a slut, and I deserve it!"
"Matt, everyone here has stories like that to tell," Dave cooed. "And if you've slept with Chris a few times, well that's nothing half the roster hasn't done. You've no reason to be ashamed."
Matt shook his head again. "You don't understand! That's not it at all! It's just that - I didn't really want to! I didn't want him or Test, but it happened anyway!"
"Test?" Dave looked confused. Matt sighed, continuing before the pseudo-vampire could ask any more questions.
"Yes. After that party a few days ago, Test gave me a ride back to the
hotel. It turned out we'd mistakenly been put in a room together, but I
was tired and there wasn't much I could do about it, so I just went to
the room with him. He came on to me,
and - " Matt paused and swallowed. "We ended up having sex. It was cheap and meaningless, and it made me feel awful. And, I was really upset because - " Matt paused again, taking a long, deep breath. "It was my first time."
Dave raised his eyebrows. "Your first time? Oh. Man, I'm sorry. I'm sure that wasn't how you envisioned it."
"No, it wasn't. That's why I went to Edge, and I told him what happened, and he helped me. I think I would've been ok if - if last night hadn't happened." Matt didn't have to think twice as he poured his heart out to Dave. Dave was one of his best friends, and although he had decided to go to Edge originally, he knew he could trust Dave with anything. Just the look in his friend's eyes told him that. Dave slipped a comforting arm around him as he spoke, silently supporting him as he explained everything about Jeff and Bradshaw and Chris. When he was done talking, Dave said nothing, simply pulling the upset Hardy into his arms and holding him tightly. Matt rested his head on Dave's shoulder, finding himself enjoying the taller man's embrace.
When Matt drew back, he caught a glimpse of something in Dave's eyes. It was cloaked as soon as he spotted it, but there was no doubting it had been there. Matt suddenly realized with a start that he had hardly seen Dave at all in the past few weeks. That seemed very odd, and probably also explained why he hadn't chosen to go to Dave first.
"Dave, have you been avoiding me recently?" Matt asked, a suspicion building in his mind. He found himself hoping he was right.
"Of course not," Dave replied, blinking innocently. He seemed slightly more tense. "Why would I want to avoid you, Matt? I love being around you."
Matt considered that for a moment, peering deep into the tall blonde's eyes. Dave winced and looked away from him. "Dave, do you - " Matt bit his lip, not exactly sure how to continue. "Do you - have feelings for me?"
Dave stared down at the floor, looking slightly guilty. "Yes," he whispered. "I have for a while. I just - I didn't want to say anything, because you were pretty clear about how you wanted us to all stay friends, and not get involved."
Matt chuckled at that. "I just said that because I was a virgin and I wanted to make sure I didn't end up sleeping with any of you. I didn't mean - well, I didn't mean I wouldn't consider a relationship. I just don't want it to be about sex, like with Chris and Test. I want someone who cares about me, not someone who's gonna fuck me and look at me the next day like I'm yesterday's news!"
Dave glanced briefly up at Matt, then returned his eyes to the floor. "You know I'd never do that to you," he said adamantly. "But, I really don't think us getting involved would be a good idea right now. I mean, you've gone through a lot in the last few days, a lot a stuff that hurt you a lot. I don't wanna push you into anything."
Matt smiled, feeling good for the first time since he'd lost his virginity. He raised his hand to gently caress Dave's cheek. "Well, we'll take it slow then. You don't seem like the kind of guy who jumps right into bed, anyway."
Dave chuckled, finally raising his head to look at Matt. "I'm not. I think you should love someone before you sleep with them. And even after you become intimate, it still shouldn't be about sex. I hate to say it, but I think that's a lesson your brother still has to learn. There's more to love than getting laid."
Matt laughed, nodding in agreement. "Definitely. But, he is only 23. He'll learn his lesson. Unfortunately, he may have to lose Shaw in the process. No Acolyte is going to take kindly to being cheated on."
"Certainly not." Dave was smiling, although he looked a little uncomfortable under Matt's unwavering gaze. "You really want to try this, Matt? If you change your mind, I'll understand. I don't want to lose you as a friend."
"You won't," Matt said, giving the pseudo-vampire a bright smile. "All the best relationships start off with friendship, you know. So, why don't be make this official?"
Dave looked a bit confused. "How?" he inquired.
Matt laughed, grinning broadly. "You have to ask me out, of course!" he exclaimed.
"Oh." Dave chuckled. "Of course. Matt, will you go out with me?"
Matt crossed his arms. "Well, you could put a little more pizzazz in it. Convince me why."
Dave raised an eyebrow at the elder Hardy. "Are you flirting with me?"
Matt shrugged. "Why not? You did just ask me out. And yes, I would love to go out with you."
"Great." Dave smiled at the shorter man, taking his hand and squeezing it supportively. "Then maybe we can have dinner tonight? After the show?"
"Absolutely," Matt replied. He gripped Dave's hand, feeling like it was a lifeline. He couldn't care less about the rumors, Jeff, Chris, or Test as the moment. He felt too good to worry about any of that. He had finally found someone who actually cared about him, not just about his body and how good his was in bed. He figured that was a large part of the reason he had never chosen to sleep with anyone. He didn't feel that any one them really cared. But, as he sat there gazing into Dave's eyes, he could tell Dave's feelings were genuine. Slowly, he leaned forward, wanting to taste the tall blonde's lips.
Dave looked surprised, and he pulled away. "Matt, you don't need to do that," he said, sounding a little unsure.
"I think I do. I do need to." Matt moved forward again, and this time Dave didn't draw back. Their lips met softly, in their first, gentle kiss. Matt brought his hand to the back of Dave's head as they continued kissing, running his fingers through Dave's silky hair. For once, he felt completely sure of what he was doing.
"Chrissy? Are you here?" Edge glanced around the locker room, sighing in resignation. When Christian didn't want to be found, you couldn't find him for your life. "Baby, please," Edge begged. "I heard what Hunter's been saying. I need to talk to you!"
Edge jumped, glancing around. "Baby, please come out. I need to see you."
"I'm just a little bit upset right now, Edge! I get here, feeling fine,
and the first thing I hear is that my boyfriend was heard having sex with
another man just last night! How do you think that made me feel? Plus,
I had to stupidly open my mouth and inform Hunter that you and I were back
together, so now everyone is talking about how you cheated on me, right
after we got back
"But it's not true," Edge objected, trying to figure out where he boyfriend was hiding. "I don't know what Hunter heard, but I never slept with Matt. We talked, that was it."
There was a brief silence. "You swear it?"
"Yes, I swear it. I have never slept with Matt Hardy. I'll swear on whatever you like, because I'm innocent," Edge insisted.
"Ok." Christian tapped Edge on the shoulder, making the tall blonde jump and spin around.
Edge put his hand on his chest, trying to make his heart stop racing. "Geez, baby, where were you hiding?" Edge asked, looking around to see if he could spot any clues.
Christian grinned. "My secret. So you're innocent. I know you wouldn't lie to me, Edge. I certainly didn't want to believe that you'd cheat on me, and I had my doubts about Hunter's story. He was probably just at the wrong room or something."
Edge nodded in agreement. "Probably. He just likes to start rumors. Are – are we ok?" he asked timidly, looking a little worried.
"Yeah, we're ok. But we're going to have to have a serious talk with Hunter," Christian replied. "I just can't have him starting rumors like that."
"Oh, we'll make sure he gets the message," Edge replied with a wicked grin.
"Yes. Later, that is." Christian slid gracefully across the floor, closing the small distance between them. He wrapped his arms around Edge's waist, grinning up at the taller man. "You know, we haven't made love since we got back together," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Edge chuckled, smiling his devastatingly beautiful smile. "Why don't I just go lock the door?" he whispered. Christian nodded approvingly, watching as his partner walked over to the door, slid the deadbolt closed, then came back to the waiting golden blonde. Edge pulled Christian into his arms, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. Christian wrapped his arms around Edge's neck as he returned the kiss.
"Baby, come on," Edge breathed, pulling the golden blonde down onto a bench. Christian sat so he was straddling Edge's thighs, his arms still wrapped around the tall blonde's neck. Edge slowly slid his hands up Christian's chest, gently undoing the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. "This is when I really make up for last night," he whispered, leaning down to take one of Christian's nipples in his mouth.
"Mmm, yes," Christian breathed, his fingers twining through Edge's silky hair. "Yes baby. Oh!"
It didn't take long before they had both shed their clothes, and Christian was once again straddling Edge's thighs. The golden blonde spread his thighs far apart, allowing Edge to slide a finger into him, then a second, and a third.
While preparing his lover, Edge was running his free hand all over Christian's
body, teasing Christian's sensitive nipples with his mouth and tongue.
"Ooh, god I forgot how great you are at foreplay," Christian gasped, closing
his eyes and enjoying the sensations running through his body. "Oh, baby,
yes!" he cried as Edge's fingers brushed against his prostate. He began
tremble slightly, trying to arch his hips and make Edge's fingers go deeper. "Oh, Edge, I want you!" Christian cried. "I want you inside me now!"
"As you wish," Edge whispered, removing his fingers and lifting Christian up above his throbbing member. Slowly, Christian lowered himself, taking in his lover's cock inch by inch. He paused for a moment when Edge was fully sheathed, wrapping his arms tightly around the tall blonde's back.
"You're so big, baby," Christian gasped. "God, why did I ever stop sleeping with you?"
"Because – ah!" Edge was cut off as Christian raised himself up, then slammed down hard. They both began to pant as Christian bounced up and down, while Edge thrust his hips up to meet his lover. Christian angled himself so Edge's member brushed against his prostate on every thrust. Edge growled, closing his eyes as pleasure flooded through him. He adjusted the angle of his hips to get even deeper penetration. Christian's threw his head back in pleasure as their bodies continued to slam together in a passion filled dance. They both screamed out each other's names as they came simultaneously.
"Oh – Edge, that was so good," Christian panted as he collapsed against his lover. He rested his head on Edge's shoulder, still trembling slightly. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby." Edge held Christian tightly, laying a soft kiss on his cheek. "And this time, we make it work."
Test scowled as he listened to the sounds of lovemaking coming from
the locker room. He had been counting on them to get in a big fight over
this, and hopefully break up. The last thing he had expected was for them
to have sex. "That's how you always work, isn't Edge?" Test muttered, scowling
angrily. "Well, we'll see how long you keep Chrissy under your damned spell!"
charged down the hall, not stopping until he found the man he was looking for. He walked up and tapped the smaller blonde on the shoulder.
Chris turned around, scowling when he saw who it was. "What the hell do you want, Test?" he spat.
Test crossed his arms. "I want to make a deal. How would you like to get in Edge's pants?"
Chris looked much more interested in that idea. "I'm listening."
"Then meet me in my hotel room tonight and we'll talk. Ok?"
Chris raised his eyebrows. "Trying to seduce me, Test?"
Test snorted. "Hardly. But if you want Edge, be there, and try to bring your brain if you can find it, ok?"
Chris made a face at him, but nodded anyway. "Ok. I'll be there. I might be a little late though, if anyone wants me tonight. Kay?"
"Yep. Just make it before too late." With that, Test turned and walked off, his mind working frantically trying to think of another way to break Edge and Christian up.
"Dave, Matt, good news!" Edge exclaimed as they burst into the locker room. "Chrissy and I - oh." Edge stopped mid-sentence and cleared his throat when he noticed that his friends were kissing.
Matt and Dave drew apart, both looking a little embarrassed. "Um, Edge you were saying?" Dave said, looking between the two smiling blondes.
"Oh, Chrissy and I made up!" Edge exclaimed happily. He smiled happily at the golden blonde beside him, whose hand he was holding affectionately.
"That's great!" Matt exclaimed. "I'm so glad you did. Christian, there was never anything between Edge and I, I don't know where Hunter got his rumor, but it isn't true at all."
"I know. Edge told me." Christian smiled at his lover, squeezing his hand lovingly. "Not that I really believed that you'd do that to me."
"Of course not," Matt replied.
Edge was watching Matt and Dave, a rather concerned look on his face. "I don't know what was happening when we came in here," he said slowly, "but Dave, Matt has been through some rather traumatic experiences lately, and I really don't think - "
"Matt told me about what happened, Edge," Dave interrupted. "And I'm not going to take advantage of him. I genuinely care for him."
"He asked me out, and I said yes," Matt piped in, taking ahold of Dave's hand while smiling warmly at the pseudo vampire. "We're going to take it slow. I trust him, and I think he may be just what I need right now. You and Chrissy both know what a great guy he is."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Edge grinned broadly. "Well congratulations! I'm happy for both of you."
Christian glanced between the three, feeling a little confused. "Uh, did I miss something?" he inquired.
The other three looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "Did you ever!" Matt chuckled, wiping a tear out of his eye. "Edge can tell you later. It's not a big deal anymore."
Edge stopped laughing, a serious look coming over his face. "That's where I think you're wrong, Matt. I'm very glad you're alright, but that doesn't mean we can let Chris and Test get away with this. And we'll have to deal with Hunter, too. I believe he thinks what he's saying is true, which means someone misled him. We'll just have to ask him about it. It must be someone who has something against me or Matt and wanted to mess up reputations."
"I doubt that," Dave spoke up. "Hate to break it to you guys, but everyone thinks Matt is or has slept with the three of us anyway. ‘Cos we room together so much, probably. That wouldn't really do much damage to our reputations. Could it be someone trying to break you and Chrissy up, Edge?"
Edge shook his head, looking doubtful. "I don't think so. Hunter said he heard someone having sex last night, probably a different room or something, and no one even knew about us last night. Matt only found out when he came to my room and I told him."
Christian listened while they talked. His eyes went wide as he suddenly remembered a certain conversation. "Hold on, Edge!" he exclaimed. "There was someone else who knew! I ran into him after I left your room. He hit on me, and I told him I wasn't interested because I was with you."
Edge glanced and Matt and Dave, who were both nodding. "Well, I think we have a motive right there! He wanted to break us up so he could be with you! I'll kill the bastard!" Edge exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. "Who was it?"
"It was Test," Christian replied.
"Test! God, that man is a bastard!" Edge shook his head, his eyes still narrow. "Oh, he is going to pay for this. He's going to pay royally, and so is Chris!" An wicked grin spread across Edge's face, his lips curving in a clever smile. "And I know just the way to make both their lives miserable."
At the same time that Edge and Christian were making up and Matt and Dave were making out, Jeff was having a much less fun time. "Shaw, please!" Jeff yelled, banging on the door of his lover's locker room. "Baby, it was nothing! It was a mistake, and I swear it'll never ever happen again. We didn't even do anything! All I did was kiss him, nothing more!"
Jeff turned around to find Hunter watching him with interest, that familiar gleam in his eyes. He shot the gossip a poison look and turned back to the door. "None of your fucking business, Hunter! Shaw, baby, come on! You have to let me explain." Jeff pounded on the door, almost falling over when it was abruptly yanked open.
"I don't care what you have to say," Bradshaw spat, his eyes narrow as he glared at his unfaithful lover. "The fact is, you cheated on me, and I won't tolerate it! We're through!" Bradshaw cast a glance at Hunter, who was watching with considerable interest. "Got that, Hunter? You can quote me on that one!"
"But baby - " Jeff began to protest. However, before he could say another word, Bradshaw stepped back into the room and slammed the door. Jeff scowled at wooden door. "Dammit!" he screamed, whacking the door angrily. "I can't believe I just got dumped! This is all Matt's fault!"
"It's not my fault, it's your own," Matt corrected as he walked up with Edge, Christian, and Dave. "You were the one who messed around with Chris."
"But he wouldn't have known if it wasn't for you!" Jeff shot back accusingly.
Matt sighed deeply. "Jeff, I'll argue with you later, ok? Right now, we need to talk to YOU." Matt pointed at Hunter, who shrank back against the wall as the four of them surrounded him.
"What did I do?" Hunter whimpered, looking a bit nervous. "Look, I'm sorry that I told everyone about you and Edge, but I was only passing on what I heard! It's not my fault Edge cheated on Christian."
"First off, I did not sleep with Matt," Edge informed the apprehensive looking gossip. "Fortunately, Chrissy believed me when I swore what you said wasn't true. I believe that you heard what you said you did; a couple having sex. We think it was a setup. We need to know who tipped you off to Matt and I's supposed ‘liaison'. Unless, of course, you want to claim that you just HAPPENED to be walking the halls that night, and had some way of knowing which room was mine?"
Hunter was frowning, looking a bit angry. "You mean he set me up? He tricked me? That bastard! Listen, if you guys are planning any revenge, I want in too. I take pride in all the information I choose to share, and if he deliberately misled me, he's not going to get away with it!"
"Who's ‘he'?" Edge pressed.
"Huh? Oh, it was Test," Hunter told them. All four of them sucked their breath in sharply.
Matt nodded slowly, looking thoroughly disgusting. "That man has no shame. Can you believe him? He wanted Christian, so he tricked Hunter into thinking that Edge was goofing around with me! I guess he hoped that would break you two up, so he would have a chance to get in Christian's pants. Which, I'm sure, is all he wants."
"It makes perfect sense," Dave agreed. "But what about the room? Hunter, you did hear someone having sex, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did!" Hunter exclaimed, glaring at Dave defensively. "I don't lie! I heard two guys getting it on, clear as day."
Dave considered that for a moment, then asked, "Hunter, did he give you a specific room number? It could've been some one else's. It would've been easy to send you to a room he knew some active lovers were staying in."
"I bet you're right," Hunter grumbled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Test is going to get it. He send me to room 1058."
Jeff, who had been standing in the background listening the whole time, blinking in surprise. "1058? That was my room! Me and Shaw's, that is." He glanced at the closed door, looking unhappy.
"And I'm guessing you two had sex last night?" Matt asked his brother, turning around to face him.
Jeff grinned broadly. "Did we ever! First - "
"Jeff, we don't want to hear about it," Matt interrupted, holding up his hand to stop his brother. He glanced at the others and rephrased his rebuke. "Well, I don't want to hear about it, anyway. If some of you guys want to, you can talk later. At least we know how Test did it now."
"Right!" Edge grinned his wicked smile again. "So now it's time to set the plan in motion."
Test turned around, feeling delighted to see Christian jogging towards him. He gave the golden blonde his most devastating smile. He began to get a glimmer of hope that his plan had worked after all when he saw the flirtatious smile on Christian's lips. "Hi," he replied, letting his body language show his interest. "Um, sorry to hear about Edge."
"Oh, it's ok." Christian shrugged casually. "I just fucked him in the locker room, and after the fabulous time I gave him, he's gonna be begging me for it. Me and only me. He just forgot how absolutely incredible I am in bed."
"That's great," Test replied, forcing a smile. He was too disappointed to notice that Christian wasn't exactly acting like himself.
"Yep, all worked out." Christian leaned against the wall, taking on a rather seductive pose. Test felt himself hardening from that teasing sight. "But, since we already fucked today, he probably won't want to fuck again tonight," Christian said slowly, his eyes trailing down Test's body. "Edge has never had much stamina. He's never really - satisfied me sexually."
"Oh?" Test hoped Christian didn't notice the bulge forming him his jeans. He mentally prayed that this was going where he thought it was.
"Mmmhmm." Christian's delectable tongue slipped out of his mouth, wetting his lips in a slow, sensual circle. "I have much more of a sexual appetite than Edge does. And I was thinking - since he cheated on me anyway - maybe I could find a big, strong, man to really satisfy me. Interested?"
Test went rock hard the second the words passed Christian's luscious,
full lips. If he could've, he would've pinned the golden blonde against
the wall and fucked him right there. He heard Christian chuckle, and he
gasped as the blonde's finger brushed over the bulge in his jeans. "I'll
take that as a yes, then. Come to my room tonight, then. I'll be waiting.
But, since this is
technically cheating, I want to really make it count. As I'm sure you know, I'm a man who knows what I want. So here's how I want it, baby..."
Chris was just walking into his locker room when he felt a set of hands grab him and slam him against the wall. Before he knew it, a pair of lips was pressed against his mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. Chris felt a tongue tracing along his lips, and eagerly opened up to let the intruder's slippery tongue slip inside his mouth. He moaned as every surface of his mouth was explored. He was panting by the time his visitor drew back.
Chris blinked, seeing for the first time who it was. He found himself
staring into rich chocolate eyes filled with desire. "Hunter?" he gasped,
a grin spreading across his face. Before he could say more, Hunter kissed
him again, lifting him up and pressing his back against the wall. Chris
moaned as they kissed, wrapped his legs around Hunter's waist. He was weak
with desire when
the taller man drew back again. "Oh, god, Hunter, fuck me!" Chris cried, arching his hips to push against Hunter's crotch.
"I talked to Matt about last night," Hunter growled, laying butterfly kisses up Chris's neck. "He told me every detail of when you fucked. It was so hot, I decided to sample the goods myself."
"Yes," Chris panted, tightening his legs around Hunter's waist. "Hunter, baby, fuck me! Fuck me now! I'll give you the time of your life!"
"God I'd love to," Hunter breathed, drawing back slowly and setting Chris on the ground. "But baby, I've got a match, and I don't want to tire myself out. But I'm going to fuck you; I'm going to make you scream so much you'll sound like you're in Sunday school."
Chris chuckled, licking his lips with desire. "I can't wait, baby." His eyes trailed down Hunter's form, lingering on the slight bulge in his jeans. Shooting Hunter a seductive look, he reached out a hand and traced a finger lightly across the bulge. Hunter sucked in his breath sharply, and Chris grinned as he noticed the bulge grow a bit larger.
"I bet you're really big," Chris breathed huskily, sinking slowly to his knees before the large man. "Can I see it, baby? So I can look forward to having something so magnificent inside me." Hunter shrugged, watching with rapt attention as Chris slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans, sliding the button undone. He closed his eyes, moaning slightly as Chris pulled his pants off his hips slightly, along with his boxers. Of course it was all a setup, but he didn't mind the idea of getting a blowjob in the process.
Chris was smiling as he looked over Hunter's thick shaft, trying hard to keep from drooling. Hunter might be a gossip, but one thing he wasn't was a slut. Only a few lucky souls had slept with the near giant, and Chris couldn't wait to be one of them. Wanting more than anything to taste that delicious piece of meat, he leaned forward and swiped at the head with his tongue.
Hunter growled dominantly, taking hold of Chris's hair and pulling his face into position. "Suck it, baby," he commanded, pushing Chris's head forward. Chris opened his mouth, loosening up his throat so he could take all of Hunter's huge cock. He began to bob his head obediently as Hunter guided his motions, humming softly to increase Hunter's pleasure. He took Hunter deep down his throat, relishing the moans he heard coming from the Game's lips.
Hunter closed his eyes while Chris pleasured him. He moaned softly and growled his enjoyment, not in the least surprised that Chris knew exactly how to make it as pleasurable as possible. The little slut was probably loving it, too. Hunter reflected that he had to get a boyfriend, and soon. Someone up for lots of hot sex and willing to please him orally whenever he wanted. It had been far too long since he had been sucked, and he missed it.
He held out for a long time, finally coming when he felt it was long enough. Chris sunk Hunter deep down his throat right before he came, swallowing every drop of the larger man's come. He was grinning as he pulled back, wiping his mouth on the side of his hand. "You're delicious," he breathed, licking the last trace of come off his lips.
Hunter blinked a few times to clear his head, quickly pulling up his pants and redoing them. "You'll be my snack tonight, baby. I want it hot, I want it kinky, I want it mysterious. Can you handle that?"
Chris smirked. "I can handle whatever you want me to do, baby."
"Good." Hunter folded his arms across his chest, a mischievous look on his face. "Then listen and listen good, ‘cos I'm not gonna fuck you unless you do exactly what I say."
"Yes Master," Chris chuckled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "What do you want, baby?"
Chris waited in the darkened room, glancing impatiently at the clock.
It was still a few minutes from the time Hunter had said he would be there.
Chris fidgeted uncomfortably, glancing at the handcuffs binding him to
the bedframe. It had been a real bitch to cuff up his own wrists, and if
Hunter's didn't show he was going to be pissed, not to mention stuck. He
had brought all the sex
toys Hunter had requested. They were spread out on the bed to either side of him. Chris couldn't wait until the bigger man arrived. It had been some time since he had had kinky sex, and Hunter had promised him that he was not only going to get no sleep, but he wouldn't be able to walk in the morning. Chris was practically drooling with the anticipation of what Hunter was going to do to him.
Finally, the door opened and a large figure stepped in. Chris found himself breathing heavier before his soon-to-be lover even touched him. "I've been waiting for you, baby," he growled in a low, husky voice.
Test smiled to himself. He was already painfully hard from wanting Christian. He had no doubt that he could last as long as Christian wanted. The blonde bombshell made him hot every time he even thought about that sumptuous body. "I hope you're ready," he whispered, climbing onto the edge of the bed. He got no response but heavy breathing, as he expected. Christian had said no idle talk, just sex.
Feeling around on the bed, Test took inventory of the toys spread out on the mattress. He nodded approvingly. The only thing he had to decide now was what to do first. Test rolled his eyes. That choice was easy. First, he was going to fuck Christian senseless, then they could play.
Quickly pulling off his clothes, he pulled himself up to cover the waiting
body on the bed. He quickly found the tube of lubricant on the pillow and
picked it up. Then, he reconsidered and dropped it, instead sliding down
the bed and stopping with his face just past his lover's middle. He pushed
his lover's strong thighs apart, moving closer so that his tongue was positioned
outside the tight hole he intended to be inside momentarily.
Chris was wondered what the heck Hunter was doing, until he felt a hot tongue dart out and lick a path around his opening. He groaned, closing his eyes and letting his mouth loll open slightly. Test grinned internally at the sound. Christian was going to be begging for it in seconds. Slowly, he stuck his tongue out further, gently pushing it into the tight opening. Chris gasped, bighting his lip to suppress a moan. His eyes rolled back in his head from pleasure as Test's hot tongue pushed deeper inside of him, exploring all the surfaces it could find. He couldn't help crying out in ecstacy as Test touched his prostate, sending sparks throughout his entire body. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to force himself not the beg, no matter how badly he wanted it.
Chris was more than relieved when his lover withdrew his tongue and crawled back up his body. He was desperate to be fucked senseless, at the soonest time possible. He was surprised when his lover moved to staddle his mouth, pushing on his lips with the head of his erect cock. Chris grinned, opening his mouth wide to take it in. Obviously, Hunter wasn't in the mood for lubricant. Test threw his head back in pleasure as his cock was engulfed in the other man's hot mouth. Christian gave the best head he had ever had. He wanted to just grab the blonde's head and mouth fuck him until he came, but he knew he'd rather come inside. Mentally forcing himself to withdraw before he came, Test repositioned himself between Chris's legs, pausing a brief moment to brace his hands on the mattress, then slammed into the smaller man.
Chris couldn't help screaming from the sudden entrance. Test went right
for his prostate, hitting it again and again as he began thrusting mercilessly.
Chris's head thrashed around on the pillow, his breath coming in short
gasps. "Oh, GOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!" he screamed before he could catch himself.
He bit his tongue, trying desperately to stay quiet. The forced silence
only added to the eroticism of the moment. Just as Chris was about it come,
Test suddenly stopped
pounding into him and just held still for a moment. Chris gritted his teeth, but he wasn't surprised. Hunter had said long sex; very long sex. That meant he had to stop himself from coming, until he absolutely couldn't hold back.
Test just held still, his cock buried deeply in Chris's flesh. He had
forced himself to stop before he went into orgasm. He didn't think Christian
would be particularly happy with such a short fuck. Slowly, he began to
move again. He pushed in as deep as he could, but kept the pace agonizingly
slow. The longer, the better, Christian had told him. While he continued
to slowly fuck the
writhing blonde, Test felt around on the bed. This would be a perfect time to start using some of the toys.
The taller man smiled as his hand came across a thick rubber dildo. He chuckled, picking it up in his hand and moving it to Chris's lip. "Open up, baby," he hissed hungrily. Chris opened his mouth, loosening his throat as Test pushed the large object into his mouth. Test growled as he moved the dildo up and down, in and out of Chris's hot throat. He could feel Chris swallowing and sucking hungrily, as if he were pleasing a real lover. His erotic movements only served to turn Test on further. He had to concentrate hard on keeping his pace slow. There was nothing he wanted more than to forget it all and fuck the shorter blonde into oblivion, but he did want it to last a long time. It was like pure heaven as he slid in and out of the tight, hot enveloping warmth of his lover's perfect body.
Holding the rubber object with one hand while Chris continued sucking
on it, Test groped around on the other side of the bed for more toys. His
hand touched a rather strange feeling device. It was shaped something like
a squiggle writer pen, and when he flipped a switch on the side it vibrated.
The thinner end of it was covered in a feathery brush, the thicker end
seeming to be
some kind of nozzle. Test found two more switches and pressed them, one after the other. He felt two sticky substances leaking from the thick end of the object, and raising it to his lips he discovered it to be chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He chuckled, figuring it must be an original invention of Christian's. He had had no idea that Christian was into such kinky stuff.
Figuring his lover might enjoy a bit more kink as they fucked, Test turned on the brush end, swiping it tauntingly across Chris's nipples. Chris moaned and ached into the sensation. He was already swimming from the feeling of the thick cock inside of him, and with this added sensation it was almost too erotic to take. Then, he felt a sticky substance shoot onto one of his nipples, and knew Hunter must've found his ‘dessert machine', as he called it. He greatly enjoyed covering a lover's cock with the sweetness of whipped cream and chocolate and sucking them until they were screaming for mercy. He planned to do that tonight, if Hunter was willing.
As Test leaned down to lick up the sweet substance, sucking hard on Chris' highly sensitive nipples, Chris couldn't take it anymore. His nipples were the most sensitive part of his body, and anytime someone really gave them attention it drove him absolutely crazy. "Please, I wanna come!" he shouted. He bit his lip hard, trying to hold back his orgasm until Hunter agreed. He felt absolutely desperate with need.
Test himself was barely holding back. "Then come!" he shouted, thrusting in even harder to push his lover over the edge. Chris screamed at the top of his lungs as his orgasm hit him full force, his cock exploding with loads of hot, creamy come. Test gasped as the blonde's muscles closed about him like a vice. The incredibly tight, hot pressure forced his orgasm to hit him, crashing into him with the force of a tsunami. Burst after burst of his hot come shot into Chris' insides, which drank it up like vintage wine. Test collapsed against the smaller blonde, panting so heavily he could barely breath.
Chris was breathless as well. He closed his eyes, unable to believe he had just had an orgasm THAT intense. Never before had he felt anything so incredible. It took a few minutes before he felt ready to start again. Hunter had promised him all night, after all, and he had better keep his end of the deal.
"Baby," Chris panted, "You grease that big dick up with sauce and cream
now, and I'm gonna suck you until you can't even think! I want you in my
mouth now, baby." He heard the whir of his dessert machine, squirting those
delicious substances onto Hunter's unbelievably delicious manhood. Chris
licked his lips, opening his mouth wide and flexing it in preparation.
already hard as a rock again as he moved to straddle Chris' mouth once again. This was going to be an unbelievable night.
The first thing Chris became aware of was a dull aching, all over his body. He groaned and put his hands over his eyes, remembering the intensity of the previous night. He didn't regret a minute of it. A few aches and pains was a small price to pay for the unbelievable sex he had been treated to the previous night. Chris rolled over, laying his head on his lover's strong chest.
Test felt the warm head touch his skin, and slowly opened his eyes. "Mornin' baby," he breathed through half-closed eyes.
"Morning." Chris sighed happily, rubbing his nose against his bedmate's warm chest. "God, I loved all that kinky stuff you wanted to do last night. I'll be your bitch any night."
Test frowned, feeling a little confused. "But all the kink was your idea, baby."
Chris furrowed his brow. "Um, no, it was yours. You explained what you wanted after I gave you that blow job."
"What? You never gave me a blow job."
Feeling very annoyed, Chris raised his head to protest further, his words abruptly dying on his lips as he came face to face with his former boyfriend. Test was staring right back at him. "Chris? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I was here to begin with! Why are you here? Where's Hunter?" Chris demanded, sitting up and crossed his arms angrily.
"Hunter? Where's Christian! He told me he'd be waiting here. Good god, it wasn't - I mean, we didn't - " Test groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "It was you I fucked last night, wasn't it?"
"Well, I've been here all night, and I got fucked out of my mind. That was you?!?" Chris couldn't believe what he hearing.
"Those bastards, they set this up!" Test exclaimed, shaking his head angrily. "They tricked us into fucking each other!"
"Fucking each other senseless," Chris put in. He and Test both sat silently for a moment, just looking at each other. Then, they both lunged forward in the same instant and crushed their lips together in a brutal kiss. Test's hands slipped down Chris's back, clutching his ass possessively.
"Trick or not, that was the hottest fucking sex I've ever had," Test growled, mercilessly assaulting Chris's neck with kisses.
"You can say that again." Chris drew back, looking into Test's eyes
briefly, then scanning down his naked body. "God, I would love to get fucked
that way more often. Baby, why don't we get back together? I'll fuck you
every night, I promise. And at least once a week we can have a hot, kinky
night of mindblowing sex. Why bother with other bitches when we're so hot
"You read my mind," Test replied, licking his lips as his eyes devoured the sight of Chris's naked flesh. "I haven't gotten laid nearly enough since we broke up. Of course, I don't think we should close off our options with others. Let's just say it's a rule that when one of us asks, the other puts out, no matter what. Okay?"
Chris chuckled wickedly. "Okay, if you think you can handle me. Believe me, there is NO time I don't want it. Any way, any where, any when. Can you take it, big man?"
Test snorted. "I can take that and more, baby."
"Good." Chris glanced around, trying to figure out where he had put his clothes. "Then let's go get some breakfast. I'm famished."
"With the energy we burned last night, no surprise!" Test stood up and began pulling on his clothes, as Chris did the same.
"Um, baby, do you think you could carry me?" Chris asked, wincing as he took a few steps. "I'm a little bit sore, and it's all your fault. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I was promised I wouldn't be able to walk."
"Sure, I think I can handle a little guy like you." Test promptly scooped Chris up into his arms, then tossed him over his shoulder and headed out the door.
"Test!" Chris wiggled around, scowling in annoyance. "I meant carry me in your arms! Your stupid boney shoulder is digging into my stomach! Test, you carry me that way I tell you right now!" The bigger man merely ignored his complaints, rolling his eyes as he carried him off down the hall.
Hunter watched from around the corner as the newly reunited lovers disappeared
into an elevator. A big grin plastered across his face, he slipped back
down the hall and knocked on a door. It opened, and he quickly stepped
inside. "It worked," he told the waiting group. "They're back together.
The sex was just too good for them to stay apart, apparently. And they're
making each other's lives hell."
Matt grinned, smiling up at Dave, who was sitting right beside him. "Then the plan worked. Getting them back together is the best payback we could possibly get. You know how well they get along." He snorted and shook his head. "The two selfish bastards deserve each other. I can't wait to see them driving each other up the wall!"
"Which they will," Hunter assured the elder Hardy. "As a gossip, I know people, and I know a lot about them. They can't stand each other, but they're both extremely shallow, so in their minds great sex is a good enough reason to be together."
"There's nothing wrong with great sex," Edge put in, wrapping his arm around Christian's waist possessively. "Is there, baby."
Christian chuckled as Edge's tongue flicked out to tease his ear. He leaned back into the taller man's embrace, smiling up at him happily. "Nothing at all," he agreed.
Jeff made a face at them, also scowling at Matt and Dave, who were holding hands and smiling at each other. "That's easy for you to say. You didn't just get dumped by your spaz of a boyfriend! I mean, he didn't put out enough for me anyway, but still, I want sex and I want it soon!"
Matt shook his head, shooting his little brother a disapproving look. "Cool those hormones down a bit there, Jeff. Thinking with your dick instead of your head is what got you dumped in the first place. And you were messing around with Chris, of all people! Please tell me you're over your thing for him?"
"Are you kidding?" Jeff made a disgusted face. "Hearing he had sex with you was like a bucket of ice water! I don't share lovers with my brother, that's nasty."
Dave chuckled, squeezing Matt affectionately. "Well, that's reassuring to hear, Jeff. I really hope you'll be a little wiser next time. You can learn from me and Matt."
Jeff rolled his eyes. "You've been together for one day! And I am definitely not going to start using that ‘being in love before having sex' crap. Maybe you're old enough for that, Matt, but I want sex."
Matt scowled. "What do you mean ‘old enough'. I'm only three years older than you! I'm not old!"
"Well, you act old."
"I do not!" The other four people in the room exchanged looks as the
brothers began fighting. They stepped back to watch, amused looks on their
faces. Dave and Edge, in particular, were watching Matt. What had happened
to him could have left painful scars, but he seemed to have made an excellent
recovery. He seemed happy, even when arguing, and it brought a smile to
both their faces.
**Six Months Later**
"Didn't we agree to meet ten minutes ago?" Matt asked, glancing with annoyance at his watch.
"I say we go ahead and order," Edge put in. "They probably got - delayed, if you know what I mean."
Christian chuckled and nodded. "Not that Jeff is normally punctual," he put in.
"Well, once he does get here - " Dave began, taking Matt's hand under the table. Matt smiled at him lovingly, and Dave returned the smile. He opened his mouth to speak again, but stopped when he noticed two figures approaching them from the door. He covered his mouth and began to laugh. The others turned, laughing as well at the sight they saw.
Hunter was walking toward them, carrying an embarrassed looking Jeff in his arms. The larger man set Jeff down once they reached the table, pulling out a chair for him. "You didn't have to carry me," Jeff told Hunter as he quickly sat, his face slightly red.
"I know." Hunter grinned, leaning in to plant a big kiss on Jeff's lips. "But after this morning, and last night, I figured I'd better."
Jeff glanced around at the others, who were all grinning knowingly. Jeff laughed himself, then stood up and plopped down in Hunter's lap, wrapping his arm around the bigger man's neck. "Aw, what do I care if they see?" he stated, giving Hunter a long kiss.
"Hey, guys, we're here for breakfast," Edge reminded them.
"Mmm, I've already had some," Jeff replied, giggling as Hunter's lips brushed across his neck.
"Ahem?" All the people at the table looked at Dave. The pseudo vampire waved over a waitress, turning to the others as she approached. "Let's order some food, then Matt and I have something to share," he informed them, clutching Matt's hand tightly. They placed their orders, then all eyes returned to Dave.
"Ooh, let me guess," Edge said, grinning impishly. "One of you is pregnant!"
Christian rolled his eyes. "You just think that joke gets funnier every time, don't you?"
Edge grinned and nodded. "It does! Speaking of that, I'm still waiting for you to give me an heir, boy."
Christian snorted. "You're gonna be waiting a long time. There is no WAY I'm ruining my figure for you."
"Hey, pay attention to us!" Matt objected. "You heard Dave, we have an announcement. Jeff, could you and Hunter stop necking for one moment, please?"
"Huh?" Jeff glanced at his brother sheepishly. "Oh, sorry. So what is it, bro?"
"Well." Dave cleared his throat, holding Matt's hand protectively. "Last night - well, why don't you tell them, baby?"
"We made love for the first time," Matt said quietly, a bit of color coming to his cheeks.
"Well, congratulations!" Edge exclaimed. "That's great for both of you. So how did this come about?"
"Um, well Dave and I talked about it," Matt explained, "and we decided that we were ready. We love each other, and we wanted to be - completely intimate with each other." He blushed a little deeper, glancing down at his lap, then glancing at Dave, who smiled at him reassuringly.
"I say we have a toast," Christian suggested, raising his water glass. "To Matt's first real time!" They all raised their glasses and saluted Matt, who was still blushing slightly.
"I love you, baby," Dave whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Matt's lips.
"I love you too." Matt sighed happily, content to continue holding Dave's hand.
Hunter cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him. "I don't mean
to steal your moment here, but I've got something to say too, if you don't
mind." They all nodded, and Hunter turned to the smaller blonde on his
lap. "Six months ago, I never could've imagined that I'd be here now, but
I'm glad I am. You guys have become my best friends, and I love you all.
You've given me a
place again, and I really appreciate that. After our little trick on Chris and Test, I realized how cool you guys really are, and I really took a liking to you. Especially one of you." Hunter squeezed Jeff affectionately, making the younger Hardy smile happily.
"I'm glad you like us," Jeff giggled, cuddling closer to his lover.
"I'm bring this up now because - Jeff, honey, do you know what day it is?" Hunter pressed.
Jeff frowned and thought for a moment. "Um, Tuesday?" he ventured.
Hunter chuckled. "It's our three month anniversary, honey."
"Oh gosh, is it?" Jeff's eyes widened. "Have we been together that long?"
"Yes we have, baby. And I have something for you." Hunter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black case. He flipped it open and offered it to Jeff.
Jeff's breath caught in his throat as he saw the beautiful ring inside. "Oh, baby, it's gorgeous!" he squealed, plucking it out of the case and slipping it onto his finger, then showing it to the others at the table. "Oh Hunter, this is so sweet!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Hunter's neck and drawing him into a long, passionate kiss.
"I'm glad you like it," Hunter whispered as they drew apart.
Edge was watching them, an amused look on his face. He shook his head, then began laughing uncontrollably. The other five at the table looked at him curiously. "What?" they all asked in unison.
Edge held up his hand, tears in his eyes as he tried to get his laughter under control. "Oh, this is so funny," he gasped as he regained control of himself. "There must be something special about today, ‘cos we all picked it!"
"For what?" Matt asked curiously.
"To make big announcements," Edge replied, wiping the tears from his eyes.
Christian looked confused. "But we don't have a big announcement, baby," he said, puzzlement written in his features.
"Don't we?" Edge shot a daring glance at Christian, scanning over the other faces at the table. "Well, I suppose I might as well go ahead, since you all did." He slid out of his chair, and dropped to his knees beside Christian's seat. Christian's eyes widened as the taller blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring case. He took Christian's hand as he began speaking, gazing lovingly into his partner's eyes.
"Christian, we've been friends for a long time," Edge began, "and, more recently, lovers. I know it never worked for us before, but these last six months have been better than anything I could've imagined, and I've never been happier in my life." He paused, and everyone could tell that Christian was holding his breath. "Baby, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Christian, will you marry me?" He flipped the ring case open and showed Christian the beautiful diamond ring it held.
Christian's mouth fell open, and he just stared for a moment. He blinked
rapidly, tears glistening in his eyes. He swallowed, then managed to find
his voice. "Oh god, Edge, yes!" he cried. Edge beamed, standing up and
pulling Christian into his arms. They hugged each other tightly, tears
of joy in both their eyes. They didn't care that everyone in the room was
staring as they twirled
around in each other's embrace.
Christian was shaking slightly as he drew back, tears streaming down his face. "I love you," he whispered, gazing at Edge with pure love in his eyes.
"I love you too," Edge replied, leaning in to meet Christian's lips
in a deep, heartfelt kiss. Everyone in the room burst into simultaneous
applause. Edge and Christian weren't paying attention to anything but each
other as they drew back from the kiss. They kept their arms wrapped around
each other, making their way back to the table without taking their eyes
Just as they sat down, another couple entered the room. They were arguing loudly, as always. The six men at the table barely even noticed as Chris and Test walked past them, still fighting. None of them had thoughts of their successful revenge on their minds. They were all much too busy staring into their lovers' eyes, thinking just how wonderful their lives had become.
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