As Long As We're Together By Forgiven
				Chapter One
		Title: As Long As We're Together Rating: NC-17 **m/m slash** Disclaimers: I don't own them and none of this never happened (unfortunately). This is all just a product of my delusional mind Notes: Edge is the bitch. Naughty Adam muse- get back on the bottom where you belong! Grrrr! Damn insubordinate musies... ~~As Long As We're Together~~ I make my way slowly back up the ramp, limping like somebody's arthritic old grandmother. I don't actually have to sell it much, the conchairto Jay gave me hurt like a bitch and it feels like a couple of ribs are bruised from where he threw my King of the Ring trophy into my gut. But the physical pain is the farthest thing from my mind. My thoughts are in turmoil and I feel almost shell-shocked. I can't believe its over, I keep repeating to myself again and again. It feels like an eternity later, but I finally reach the Titantron and slip backstage. Hands slap me on the back and congratulate me on a job well done. I just nod dumbly and mutter my thanks; I don't even notice who it is, my head is spinning so fiercely from the combined effects of the conchairto and the overwhelming emotions. I keep limping down the hall and turn down a mostly empty corridor. Jay's there, sitting on an empty table, Jeff next to him with his arms wrapped around him. Jay's head is leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed. Matt is standing nearby rubbing Jay's back and speaking to him in low tones. Devon and Mark are standing together a few feet away looking shaken up. Everybody looks up when they hear me round the corner- everybody but Jay. His eyes are still closed, his head still resting on Jeff's shoulder. Nobody moves or speaks as they watch me limp toward him. When I get a few feet from the table, Jay looks up and I meet his eyes for the first time. My hand flies to my mouth uncontrollably, as if I can physically hold back the sobs that are fighting to break free. Jay's eyes are red-rimmed and his face is tear-stained. We all just stand there, frozen. Matt's hand is still on Jay's back, but it's not moving anymore. Jeff just watches me, his arms still wrapped around Jay, his shoulder still wet with Jay's tears. Some strange, detached observer in me notices Mark and Devon's hands are intertwined, but that is all just peripheral detail. I only truly see Jay. I don't know how long we stand like that, eyes locked, but Jay finally breaks the spell that has us frozen. "I can't believe its over," he says in a tiny whisper. The tears come rushing to my eyes, spilling over in hot streaks down my face. I cross the distance between us in a single stride and pull him from Jeff into my arms. We rock back and forth for a minute, crying into each others arms, and for a minute its as if we're the only ones in the whole building, let alone the hallway. Then a pair of arms wraps around both of us, and Jeff is there, his own voice full of tears. "You'll be all right guys," he tries to say reassuringly, but he's too emotional to console either of us. Matt tries to embrace the three of us, then Mark and Devon join in and pretty soon the six of us are all blubbering together in a huge group hug. "It's for the best," Matt says, trying to keep his voice business-like and confident, but everyone can hear the shakiness behind it. "You'll both be getting pushes in the singles division now..." Easy for him to say, it's not his team being ripped apart. He and Jeff have been together longer than any of us, I'd like to see if he can stay so matter-of-fact when it's the Hardy Boyz' turn to split up. I meet Mark's eyes over the huddle as Matt's voice trails off. Mark looks more shaken than I have ever seen him look before. He tries to come off as a big, dumb, tough country hick like Bubba, his character, but in reality he is one of the most caring and intelligent people I know. And unlike Matt, right now I can see that Mark is looking ahead. He knows it's only a matter of time before it happens to the Dudleys or the Hardys. He gives me a weak smile, like he can read my mind, and I smile back through my tears. Then I sniff and try to straighten up. "Look at us," I say, trying to keep my tone light-hearted, "acting like the biggest bunch of wrestling marks in the world." Everybody chuckles weakly and we break the hug, trying to pull ourselves back together. I look down at Jay and squeeze his arm. "It's just a show," I say firmly, with a confidence I don't feel. "We'll be fine." He looks up and gives me a wavering smile, which I return with one just as wobbly. "Let's go back to the hotel and shower there," I suggest, not feeling much like hanging around. Jay nods and we say our good-byes, stopping in the locker room to grab our bags and throw some coats on over our ring attire. We slip out to the car unnoticed. The drive to the hotel is quiet, neither Jay nor I feel much like saying anything. In the elevator up to our room its much the same, but Jays keeps glancing over at me, giving me funny looks, as if he wants to say something but doesn't know where to begin. Finally we drag our bags and ourselves into the room, Jay closes and bolts the door behind us, and when he turns around I'm there pulling him into my arms. "God, Adam," he says, his voice quavering in my ear, "I'm so sorry..." "For what?" I ask him gently. "For doing your job? It's just a show. We're still together, even if Edge and Christian aren't." "I know... it just; it felt so real," he stammers. "Seeing you lying there like that- we've been together for so long, and just like that it's over." I pull back and look at Jay; his eyes are distant and he looks so small and fragile in my arms. I cup my hand under his chin and tilt his head back until he finally looks at me. "We are not over, Jay. I know it feels weird knowing that we're not partners anymore, but that's not going to get between us in real life." He nods and squeezes his eyes shut, but the tears leak through anyway and slip down his face. I brush them away with my thumbs and land two soft butterfly kisses, one on each eyelid, then pull him into a tight hug. He lays his head on my shoulder. I know he's crying- I can feel the tremors of his sobbing and I can feel the wetness of his tears soaking my shoulder, but other than a few sniffles he's completely silent. I lay my head on top of his and let my own tears fall into his damp hair while I run my fingers through the golden locks. Why should it feel like this? It's not real, yet I can't help but mourn the closing of what so far has been the best chapter of my life. In the last few years, I have found in my best friend- a man I have known nearly all my life- the truest love I have ever known. How many years did we waste fearing what we felt for each other? It has made every moment we have spent together since we confessed our true feelings that much sweeter, each of us determined to make up for the time that we lost; to squeeze as much time together in a single day as we possibly can. Now we are being separated for the first time since our relationship began- our shows and other appearances will obligate us to be in different cities at different times. For the first time since we came together, I will know what its like to wake up and not find him in my arms, and I admit, that thought scares me. Jay sniffs and pulls away. I lean over and plant a quick kiss on his forehead, then take off my jacket and kick off my boots. "Come on," I tell him, starting to peel off my ring tights. "Let's get cleaned up." He follows my lead and soon there's a pile of dirty, sweaty clothes sitting by the door. I take Jay's hand and pull him with me into the bathroom. Its a nice, spacious room, done in creams and deep blues, with a large shower on one side and a huge tub set in the corner of the other. I start to head for the shower but hesitate, glancing at the inviting tub in its corner. I turn to Jay, who gives me a curious look. "How about a bath instead?" I ask. Jay nods and gives me a half-hearted smile in response. I lead him over to the sink and he perches on the counter, waiting while I fill the tub. I test the water first, making sure it’s just the way he likes it- I prefer it hotter, but then he complains that it scalds him. I find a small travel size bottle of bubble bath in a nearby basket with the towels and soaps and add it to the water. I walk back over to Jay and plant another kiss on his forehead, running my fingers through his hair with one hand and massaging the back of his neck with the other. "I love you, Adam," he murmurs softly by my ear, and my heart melts into a puddle by his feet. I respond by pulling him into my arms and kissing him, tenderly at first and then with increasing passion. All too soon, the tub is filled and I break away reluctantly, both of us gasping for air. But I can't resist pulling him back into my arms for one more quick smooch. "We have all night to finish that," I whisper in his ear, and I'm delighted to see him respond with the first true smile he's worn in the weeks leading to our 'break-up'. His blue eyes twinkle mischievously as he pulls away from me and saunters to the tub, putting a little wiggle in his hips for my benefit. I eye him hungrily as he reaches the side of the tub and sits on the edge. Jay smiles at me and swings his long legs over the side, gently lowering himself into the warm, sudsy water. He closes his eyes and sighs blissfully, finally beginning to relax for the first time tonight. After watching him for a moment, I slip into the water with him and turn off the taps. Jay crawls down to my end and settles between my legs, resting his back against my chest. I grab a shower poof from the basket, pour a generous amount of bath gel onto it and gently begin washing the night's sweat and dirt from Jay's body. He murmurs contently and allows me to lather up his muscular frame while I knead his shoulders, back, and neck. I rinse the suds from his body, and grabbing a small bottle of shampoo I begin washing his long, blonde hair, giving his scalp the same massaging treatment. When I finish rinsing his hair, Jay insists that we switch places and he returns the favor. When he finishes rinsing me off, we settle back into our original places, with his back resting against my chest and his head on my shoulder. We lay there together like that for a while in the cooling water, content just being together and holding each other, but after a while Jay begins to get antsy. He turns to me and begins planting soft kisses on my chest and up to my neck, pausing to lick and suck softly at the hollow in my neck before capturing my lips in his. He sucks gently on my bottom lip and I part my lips further, allowing him to release my lip and slip his tongue into my mouth. I caress it with my own tongue, and after a moment, he breaks away and looks into my eyes. "I want to finish what we started earlier," he murmurs to me, and I shiver in anticipation, feeling my cock begin to stiffen in response. I'm tempted to jump out and spend the rest of the night screwing Jay through the mattress of our king-size bed, but a look down into the beautiful angel in my arms convinces me otherwise; I want to make love to him, not have a quick screw. continued...
					Chapter Two
	Title: As Long As We're Together Rating: NC-17 **m/m slash** Disclaimers: I don't own them and none of this never happened (unfortunately). This is all just a product of my delusional mind Notes: Edge is the bitch. Naughty Adam muse- get back on the bottom where you belong! Grrrr! Damn insubordinate musies... ~~As Long As We're Together~~ Jay rises from the water first, and after letting the water start draining, I stand up also and help him from the tub. I tenderly dry his skin with one of the big, fluffy towels hanging nearby, while he dries his hair with another towel, then he repeats the same process with me. When we're both dry, I take Jay by the hand and pull him out of the bathroom into the suite's bedroom, stopping back in the main room long enough to pluck a bottle of lotion out of my duffel bag. I lead Jay to the big bed in the center of the suite's bedroom, and lay him gently down on his stomach across the bed's thick quilt. Flipping open the cap to the lotion and pouring a generous amount into my palms, I straddle his waist and begin rubbing it into his soft skin, imagining that I'm making love to his entire body with my hands. I work the lotion into his back, then pouring more lotion into my hands, I begin massaging his muscular thighs, deliberately skipping his delectable ass. Jay murmurs in protest and wiggles it invitingly at me, but I resist the temptation, determined not to rush things tonight. Seeing that he's not getting the desired response from me, Jay lifts his hips some, sticking his ass slightly in the air and wiggles it again. I swat it playfully; he turns his head and opens his eyes to glare down at me. I slide up his back and lean down to kiss him. "Patience- I'll take care of that later," I tell him, giving his ass a gentle squeeze. He smirks at me and apparently content to wait, he lays his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes again. I continue slowly moving down his legs, working out the knots and tension as I go along, listening as he makes soft sounds of satisfaction in his throat. When I reach his feet and begin massaging them, though, the soft sounds turn to little giggles. I can't help but grin up at him as he watches me, toes twitching. Jay has very sensitive feet, and he loves having them played with. He watches me through hazy eyes as I knead his toes, then take each one by turn into my mouth and lovingly suck on them. By the time I finish with the last toe, his face is flushed and he's breathing heavily. I can see his fingers clenching and unclenching the covers underneath him. I kiss a trail back up his legs, stopping when I reach his backside and hesitating long enough that he turns his head and begins to protest again. Before he can say anything, I dip my head and let my tongue slide slowly up his crack. He moans softly and parts his legs, silently begging me for more, but I'm not ready to give in to him yet. I turn him over onto his back, settle beside him on the bed and begin to massage more lotion into his smooth chest and abs, stopping to tease his nipples between my slick fingers. I reach down and stroke his hard length and massage his heavy balls with my other hand. He squirms under my ministrations, bucking his hips into my hand. He reaches for my already hardened member, and gathering some of the pre-cum that has collected at its tip, begins stroking me in a matching rhythm. My head swims with pleasure, and I fight to stay conscious through a wave of dizziness and passion. I should probably be in a hospital being checked for a concussion from the conchairto, but nothing could keep me out of Jay's arms tonight. Jay's long, gifted fingers are pulling me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, reluctantly I move his hand from my cock and try to regain some control over my body, but he gives me precious little time to regroup. He pulls me down on top of him and into a breathtaking kiss. We take turns exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, and when we break away breathless, I give him a questioning look. He answers my unspoken question. "I want to feel you in me tonight, Adam." His sultry voice sends tingles down my spine. Jay spread his legs to give me better access, and I bite my lip at the beautiful picture he makes. He manages to look sweetly innocent and wantonly slutty all at the same time. In short, he looks perfectly fuckable. I reach for the lotion again, making sure my fingers are nice and slick, and I begin to tease his entrance with my fingertips while reaching underneath him with my other hand to squeeze his ass. Jay moans when I take his straining erection into my mouth, still slowly stretching his entrance with my fingers. He grabs my hair and his fingers twist and tangle in the damp locks as I bob my head, taking in as much of him as I can each time. His muscles clench and unclench spasmodically and he rocks his hips, snapping them forward into the heat of my mouth and then backward, trying to impale himself on my fingers. He groans and pulls his cock from my mouth and begs me to take him now. I would love nothing more than to jump to obey his wishes, but I worry that he hasn't been prepared enough for my large size. He sees the concern on my face and smiles, reaching up to kiss me softly. "Just go slow," he tells me. "I'll be fine." I slip between his legs and lower myself on him. I hesitate for a second, searching his face for any sign of uncertainty. He looks up at me through eyes made dark and hazy by lust. "Please..." he begs me, and I can't refuse him. I push the head of my cock slowly into his tight entrance, and Jay gasps and cries out softly at the painful invasion. I go as slowly as I can, trying to give him time to adjust to my size, until finally I pause, fully sheathed in him. I can't suppress the moan that escapes my mouth as his delicious heat surrounds me. I want to take him now, banging him through the sheets, but my baby isn't ready for me yet. Instead, I lean down and kiss his contorted face, running my fingers through his soft, damp hair and crooning softly to him until slowly the pained expression fades from his face and he looks up at me through watery eyes and smiles up at me, whispering those four sweet words that make my cock ache with desire for him. "Make love to me," he pleads, and with another moan of pleasure I gladly comply, rocking my hips into him as he brings his legs up and wraps them around me. I move slowly at first, wanting to make sure I don't cause him any pain, but soon he's bringing his hips up to meet mine and calling my name, begging me to move faster. I quicken the pace and angle my thrusts to brush against his prostate, and he writhes underneath me, his fingers digging into my back. He looks so beautiful lying there, his beautiful golden hair fanned out across the pillow as he tosses his head and whimpers my name each time I thrust into him. Finally he opens his eyes and looks into mine, biting his lower lip in pleasure. "I love you Adam," he moans, sending a wave of love and pleasure straight down to my cock. I thrust faster and reach between us, stroking his erection, afraid that I won't last long enough to bring him off. I feel the tremors of his orgasm begin to make their way through his body, his muscles tighten around me and the feeling gives me such a rush that I begin to get lightheaded . My own orgasm rips through my body, and with one final thrust I call his name and tumble over the edge. As the last waves of pleasure roll through me, my head spins. I fight for consciousness for a moment and then black out. I come to looking into Jay's wide, blue eyes. He's leaning over me, pressing a damp cloth to my forehead. I look down to see that he's rolled me onto my back and pulled the covers over my naked body. He fusses over me like a mother hen for a few minutes, until he finally drags a confession out of me. I wanted to avoid letting him know how badly he had really hurt me, knowing he was already feeling guilty and upset about the match. As I thought, when he finds out he begins to get upset all over again. I curse myself silently for my momentary weakness and try to climb out of bed to reassure him, but my head swims again; I lay back down instead. Jay looks at me, concerned, and suggests that he drive me to the hospital to be checked out. I brush off the idea, telling him some Tylenol and a good night's sleep is all I need. He scurries away and quickly returns with a couple pills and a cup of water. He stands by the bed nervously for a moment, watching me as I take the pills. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, uncertainly. I smile up at him. "I'll be fine, as long as I'm with you," I tell him. He blushes and smiles back at me, climbing into bed next to me. Looking over at him, I can put my fears for our future temporarily out of mind. Here, right now, we're together and that's all I can bring myself to care about. I pull him into my arms, and we fall into a peaceful sleep together. ~~The End~~