As You Would Have Done By Temptation Eyes
					Chapters 1,2, and 3
		okay... disclaimers. i don't own them... tho, i'd be more than willing to give them a good hime. lots of room to run around. :) Characters: Adam Copeland, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Jason Reso... some others here adn there that i dont know the names of right now... Rating: PG for this part... it'll get better Summary: the continuation of Adam's complex story here we go... _______________________________________________________ As You Would Have Done “So, this young man is the reason you are here?” “He’s the reason I’m alive.” A slight frown. “That sounds a bit obsessive, Adam.” “He saved my life.” “Oh, my mistake. Would you like to talk about that? When he saved your life?” Uncomfortable shift. “Couldn’t we start off with something easier?” “We can talk about whatever you would like, Adam.” Shoulders relax. “How about we start with the good things in my life?” “Alright.” “Well, there’s the WWF, and my millions of adoring ‘Edgeheads’.” “Do you feel overwhelmed by it all?” “Oh, sure, sometimes. That’s just part of the job.” “What else is good? You have close friends?” “Yeah, some real great guys. Jay, we’ve been best friends since we were just kids.” “And he’s a wrestler, too?” “Yeah, and Matt. He’s another. Great guy. And Mick. Mick’s a riot. Totally smart. He’s the one who wrote those bestsellers.” “Ah. And this young man, the one who saved your life. He’s a friend, too?” “Yeah... Jeff.” Reverent tone. “Would you like to talk about him. As a friend?” Adam thought for a moment before answering. “He’s smart, fun, and... Unique. Very unique. Jeff is nothing if not special. He has a volcano in his front yard,” he chuckled at that. The doctor wrote something on his notepad. “He sounds interesting.” Adam paused a moment before answering. “He’s my hero.” Jeff smiled as his friend entered the restaurant. He held up an hand, waving him over to the booth he was occupying. Adam walked quickly to the booth and slid into the seat opposite the other man. The waitress came over, seeing the new customer, and asked Adam if he would like to order. He shook his head no, but asked for water. Being this close to Jeff still affected him. His heart raced, his throat was dry. But the darkness was no longer a prevailing force, oddly enough. It was as if.... Jeff held it at bay some how. Adam marveled at the irony of that. Since it had been Jeff who awakened his sinister urges. The younger man looked stunning as only Jeff Hardy can. His blue hair pulled into a ponytail, he wore a simple black T-shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin. His pants, however, were the classic red tiger stripes all the girls go weak in the knees over. Not to mention Adam himself. The outfit completed with his favorite clunky boots, trademark choker and a ball-and-chain bracelet, accentuated by the near black polish tipping the long, articulate fingers on his artisan’s hands. But, as always, what was the most striking about Jeff was his face. His mouth, his eyes. He smiled at Adam now, eagerly. His soft pink lips curling up at the ends, his eyes shining at the older man. Adam felt himself wanting to smile back, but his nerves prevented him form doing so. He crossed his arms on the table. Jeff reached out to take one of his hands. Adam’s stomach dipped and his mind whirled slightly at the contact. For a moment he could only stare at the contrast between Jeff’s pale skin and his own, showing through the spaces of the younger man’s fingers on his hand. His eyes drawn to the pseudo-onyx nails. He felt the irrational urge to kiss Jeff’s fingertips. He almost laughed at himself. But then Jeff spoke. “So?” he asked. Even with the single word, Adam could here the barely leashed anxiety in his voice. His heart warmed at the amount Jeff cared. At the same time, he felt that he didn’t deserve the younger man’s concern. He turned his eyes to his young friend. The Hardy’s green eyes focused sharply on him, waiting for the verdict. His face showed just the slightest hint of his true feelings. Jeff was trying so hard to keep his expression calm, so as not to upset Adam, he was sure, but Jeff was never very good at hiding his emotions. It was one of the things most people find endearing about him. “It was okay,” he said. He could see Jeff chewing on the inside of his lip before he spoke again. “Okay?” Adam smiled gently. He patted Jeff’s hand on top of his own. “It was good, Jeff. It was...” “A start?” Jeff finished for him, more then a hint of hope in his voice, his eyes. Adam nodded. “A start,” Adam repeated. Jeff sighed with relief, and Adam watched in awe, as was always the case with the Hardy as the emotions played across his face. It was a sight to behold. His eyebrows rose and fell. His eyelids dropped a fraction, and the small line that had creased his forehead ever so slightly vanished. His shoulders relaxed and his smiled broadened a bit, looking more real than before some how. His fingers squeezed Adam’s gently. Now, Adam found he could smile. “So, what do you all talk about anyway?” Jeff asked from the bed. “Just things. My life,” Adam responded from the bathroom. He was shaving with the brand new plastic disposable razor Jeff had given him. It still made Adam want to laugh when he thought about how much it meant to him. He’d had to fight hard against the tears that wanted to spill over at the ludicrously simple gift. But it meant so much more than what it was on the surface. Jeff had smiled softly at him in that way that made Adam want to hold him tight and never let go. Even without the sinister thoughts pervading his consciousness, he still thought of Jeff more than anything else. Still thought he was beautiful in a way no one else could ever dream of being. He glanced over his shoulder, pausing his actions a moment. Jeff sat on his hotel bed, leaning back on one hand, the other picking at the material of his baggy blue jeans. He was chewing on his bottom lip in the way that meant either he was embarrassed or thinking about something. Adam had an idea of what he might be thinking, but wasn’t sure. He decided follow his gut. “Yeah, we talk about you sometimes,” he told the other man. Jeff’s head snapped up, his mouth hanging open slightly. Adam felt a tug at his heart. The man had a way of looking achingly perfect no matter what the expression on his face. “What about me?” The blue haired Hardy asked. He immediately seemed to think better of his question. His eyes dropped again, and that delicate lip was caught between his teeth once more. “Sorry,” he said quietly. Adam sighed. He put down the razor and went back into the room. He stopped in front of the bed, squatting in front of Jeff. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together in front of his chin. Jeff gazed at him shyly from beneath his lashes. At times like this, it was impossible to think of Jeff Hardy as anything but sweet. “Jeff,” Adam began, softly. “I do talk about you a lot when I see Dr. Crawford. You are an important part of my life.” The other man blushed. A small grin was spreading across his face. Adam felt the urge to kiss those soft, pink lips, but held back. Jeff was his friend, and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the closeness that now existed between them. He settled for patting his young friend on the knee and rising up, heading back to the bathroom to finish shaving. “What time are we leaving, anyway?” he asked, not turning from the mirror. The four of them were heading out to a club tonight. “About seven,” Jeff told him. He heard the hotel room bed’s springs creak as the other man stood. He felt Jeff come up behind him. He saw the younger man’s reflection studying him in the mirror. He lifted an eyebrow in question. “You missed a spot,” the Hardy informed him. Adam’s brow furrowed as he searched his reflection for the alleged spot. The other man snorted contemptuously. He reached up and took the razor from the blonde’s fingers. Adam felt a twinge of awareness skitter across his senses when Jeff reached around his shoulders, his upper chest pressing lightly against Copeland’s shoulder blades, the soft, warm cotton of the Hardy’s simple T-shirt ghosting across his bare skin. The smaller man took hold of his chin, gently turning it to the side to give himself better access to the area he wanted to get at. Jeff ever so carefully scraped the razor’s blade across the skin of his face. The sensation of the metal rasping against his skin was almost electric. Adam wondered if Jeff noticed how tightly he was clamping his jaw shut. If he did, he never said anything. Once satisfied with his work, Jeff stepped back and set the razor down on the sink. Adam was able to breath again. He inspected his face in the mirror. Jeff had done a good job. Adam glanced up, catching the Hardy watching him in the mirror again. The eyes of the younger man sent what wanted to become a shiver up his spine. Then Jeff looked away. “Better get ready,” the younger man told him as he headed through Adam’s room, towards the door. “I’ll come get you when we’re ready to leave.” And then he was gone. Adam leaned forward, resting his hands on the counter. God, that boy had an effect on him. amazingly, more now than when he’d been psychotic. The loud music pulsed like the heart beat of some great beast. A beast that makes its home in every dance club the world over, recognized only by the actions and situations it causes, never any actual name. It’s form is known well. Its shape distinguished by the thrashing bodies that flood the dance floor. The shouts of conversation above the music, its wild cry. The heat, the energy of it’s life pervades the air, as well as its scent. Not one singular smell, but a thousand thousands of them, merged and heavy, whirling endlessly. Alcohol, smoke, sweat, countless colognes and perfumes blending; a mixture that may have been revolting in any other circumstance, in any other place, but here. Though, one would ever be able to find out, since the beast only lives in such a surrounding as this. Adam leaned back against the bar, facing the crowd. Jeff sat on his left side, Matt on his right. Jay sat on Jeff’s left side. He sipped his beer, enjoying the experience, letting the adrenaline soaked atmosphere flow over him. The friends, as opposed to public belief, rarely had the chance to go to a club all together like this. On the road, they would see each other almost everyday, it was true. But most of that time was spent just that way, on the road, traveling from place to place, show to show. What free time they had, when not traveling, working out, doing promotional appearances, or something else of the like, was during the day, when other social options were more feasible. The free time they had at night was usually during their off days, most often spent at home. North Carolina for Matt and Jeff, Florida for Adam and Jay. True, though, Adam had spent a large part of the days he had off the passed three months visiting with Jeff in Cameron. The small town had a charm that appealed to Adam, much to his own surprise. And, also surprising, it wasn’t all due to his favorite resident. Now, Adam let his gaze flow over the large club. His eyes adjusting to the flashing strobes and shifting colored spotlights. At a nearby table, he noticed a petite red headed woman. She wore a scrap of a dress that displayed more than it concealed. She was toying with the straw of her pink tropical something-or-other drink, and casting predatory eyes in his general direction. He knew she wasn’t looking at him though. It wasn’t hard to follow her gaze, which, in doing so, landed his own eyes upon his good friend and preoccupation: Jeff Hardy. Adam smirked at the youngest of the group, who was watching the crowd, oblivious to the hungry gaze that rested on him. Adam, Matt, and Jay had talked Jeff out of wearing the “Badger Fur,” as Jay liked to refer to the black and white faux fur coat the younger Hardy liked to sport when they went out. Instead, Jeff had contented himself with the grey, black, and white plaid “skants” he had bought on Team Xtremes outing to Trash and Vaudeville, and a neon blue tank top with a white mesh long sleeved over it. Of course he wore the ever present clunky boots, and choker, one with a large Ankh hanging from it. His freshly re-dyed blue hair up in a bun, with a few bangs sweeping boyishly across his forehead. Matt, the more “conservative” of the duo now wore a pair of loose black slacks, adorned with zippers and chains that had no apparent reason for being. A tight black tank top that looked painted on under a jacket of neon orange, spotted all over with circles made of complex patterns of intricately interwoven lines done in deep crimson, smoked with black swirls. Jay was in a deep red dress shirt that looked amazing on him, and simple black slacks. His blonde tresses were pulled back in a pony tail at the base of his neck, as were Matt’s midnight locks. He looked like some kind of exotic candy. Strawberries. Adam had seen Matt lick his lips upon seeing their mutual friend. Adam had nodded his agreement to the elder Hardy Boy. Jay looked good enough to eat. Adam, himself, was dressed somewhere in between Hardy Boy Freakishly Attractive Style, and Reso Simplistic Sex-magnet Wear. The men should start their own clothing lines. He was in his “trademark” black leather pants and thick heeled boots. Dark, dark green shirt, made of some shiny material that made it almost iridescent. A large black and silver dragon wound its way around his torso, single emerald eye glaring at the world in defiance. Jay said the color brought out his eyes. He was right. Though the effect was lost, as Adam wore his slick shades even in the club. Jeff turned and stopped when he found the tall blonde staring at him. Something Adam couldn’t quite identify flitted across the younger man’s expression, but was gone so fast, he thought he’d imagined it. Jeff gave him a questioning look. His smirk became more pronounced, and Adam reached up to tug his shades down his nose, looking at the man over the top of the frame. He lifted his eyebrows and jerked his head slightly in the direction of the woman. Jeff turned. Adam could tell when he found her. His expression became decidedly... unwelcoming? Adam looked to the red head. She was now blatantly caressing her straw with her tongue. “Ugh,” he barely heard Jeff grunt. He could not help but laugh. When his other two friends cast him inquiring looks, he gestured towards the woman. She brazenly winked at Jay and grinned like she’d like to sink her teeth into his hide. Matt laughed at his Canadian friend when Jay turned back towards the bar. The woman seemed unaffected by Jay’s rude snub. She merely turned her eyes back to Jeff. He was busy looking at... anything in the club but her. Adam reached over and patted him on the back. Jeff smirked back at him, a snide thank you gesture. Adam only grinned and pushed his glasses back up, taking another sip of beer. Not long after, a small, petite brown haired woman, little more than a girl really, in a pink top and black flares, shyly asked Jeff to dance. He smiled kindly and obliged the shy thing, and they made their way to the floor. Matt was now talking to some blonde against the wall to Adam’s right. She kept giggling and reaching out to bat his arm, or some other thing to touch him flirtatiously. This left Jay and Adam alone at the bar. Adam had watched Jeff be lead by the tiny girl out onto the floor, but lost track of him in the shifting mass of club goers. “Hey, bro?” Adam turned to Jay. The term not an unusual way for the two men to address each other, as close as they were for so long. The smaller man smiled up at his friend. “Yeah?” Adam asked. Jay motioned towards Matt with his beer. “Matt is getting his mack on,” he giggled. Adam smiled and rolled his eyes behind his shades. Jay was starting to get a little tipsy. He sighed inwardly and put his own beer down. It was only his second, but it looked like he would be driving Jay back to the hotel. He smiled and shook his head, looking back at the dance floor. As he did, like a scene out of a bad movie, he watched as the crowd parted. There was Jeff, moving and swaying to the beat, his head bowed towards Adam. Knees bent, and back arched, he had one hand on the hip of the girl who had asked him to dance. She was now grinding her ass against Jeff’s pelvis. Suddenly, he didn’t find her so shy anymore. As he watched, she snaked a hand up and around Jeff’s neck, winding her fingers into his blue hair, which had come loose from the bun. She turned towards him, and pulled his head down to hers. The opening surged closed once more, leaving Adam straining to see his friend and the girl. It was all in vain. It was as though the crowd had just swallowed them up whole. Growling to himself, he turned back to the bar. He picked up his forgotten beer and took a long pull, placing it back on the bar with a muffled thud. Jay giggled next to him. “Uh oh, bum ba bum bum!” he hissed. Adam glanced over at his longtime friend. Reso jerked his head towards something behind Adam. When he turned, he saw the read head approaching him. She licked her teeth as she walked, looking like some kind of sexual predator. She stopped in front of Adam and smiled. She eyed him appraisingly. “I saw you watching me earlier,” she stated. Adam raised an eyebrow at the comment. He’d only been watching her, watch his friends. “Oh, really?” he asked. She nodded, looking at him from under her lashes. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Joseph,” he told her. It wasn’t exactly a lie, since it was in fact his middle name, after all. She tilted her head to the side. “Joseph,” she repeated. She made the slightest gesture to the dance floor with one hand. “Would you like to dance, Joseph?” Adam contemplated a moment before answering. He was at a dance club, and here was a woman, quite nice looking at that, asking him to dance. The image of Jeff plastered against that little brunette popped unbidden into his mind. Why not? After all, all his friends were having fun. He stood up, and she, taking that as a “yes,” turned and led the way onto the floor. Once there, she turned back towards him, and put one hand on his shoulder. He put one hand on her hip, and they began to dance. The space between them diminishing gradually as time went by. Her fingers slid up and toyed with his hair, sliding under the longer strands to gently tug at the shortest ones at the base of his neck. It gave him goose bumps. He felt his skin warming. Once again the image of Jeff Hardy rose to mind. The way his lithe young body had swayed with the music. He could only imagine what the expression on his face had been, since his head had been bowed. He’d kissed the brunette. Adam knew he had. Wondered if Matt would be bunking alone tonight? Or if he’d have to beg his way into his and Jay’s room. The red head scraped one long nail across the sensitive skin of his neck. His skin felt warm, alive. He narrowed his eyes at her from behind his shades, patented Copeland predatory grin taking over his sensual mouth. His hand at her hip was joined by another on the opposite side. He gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him, grinding lewdly against her. She gasped, and her eyes widened. She tried to pull back, but he only let her moved back a few inches before pulling her roughly against him once more. She smiled her own predatory smile up at him then, her free hand sliding up his chest and over his shoulder. Her fingers dipped below the neck line of his shirt. He growled low in his throat and thrust against her once, more than suggestively. One hand moved to slide down over her ass, down the back of her thigh. He shifted his stance and forced his own thigh between hers, pulling her against the hardness of his muscle. She grinned up at him, eying him in a way that gave Adam the fleeting idea that she was about to unhinge her jaw and swallow him whole. Instead, she gripped his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue skilled when he forced his own between her lips. She tasted of alcohol, cigarettes and breathe mints. He deepened the harsh kiss, despite the fact that he had the underlying fear she would bite his tongue off at any moment. Kiss of a spider woman. She’ll fuck you and then devour you whole, Adam. Still, he did not pull away from the emotionless embrace. She tried to break the kiss tugging at his hair painfully. He held it a moment longer just to show her who was in control. As he pulled back, she nipped at his bottom lip out of revenge. He glared at her hotly from behind his glasses. The look on her face told the same story as her body writhing against his. He pulled her to his side and left the dance floor, dragging her with him. Once in the bathroom, he shoved her against the just closed door, pressing his long frame against her roughly. He ground his pelvis to hers and groaned at the friction it created. She pushed back at his shoulders to no avail. As his mouth ravaged hers, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, removing one of the condoms he kept there “for emergencies.” she bit his lip sharply, causing him to jerk back at last. He growled at her angrily, but ithad no effect on the woman. She simply took the condom from his hand and pushed him back a few steps. She walked to the sinks and hopped up onto the marble counter top, tearing open the wrapper with her teeth. Adam went to her, forcing her legs apart, and pushing her skirt up her thighs. He massaged her soft, tanned thighs as she deftly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his fly. He reached up her thighs to her waist, not pausing even an instant when his questing fingers found the lacy edge of her panties. He growled shortly and gave the flimsy garment a sharp tug, tearing it away easily. It fell to the floor, the red head didn’t even flinch. She pulled his hard, throbbing member from the confines of his clothes. The shudder he gave at her touch was only half disgust. He barely gave her time enough to roll the condom onto him before grabbing her ass in a grip that was most definitely painful and pulling her to him. He jerked his hips forward, pushing roughly into her with no preparation. She clung to his neck and shoulders, whimpering when he pulled out almost all the way and shoved back in harder than before. He fucked her brutally, trying in vain to push all thought from his mind. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back against the huge mirror that took up the whole wall behind the counter, arching against him, demanding more. He growled as he pistoned his hips with cruel force. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders through his shiny, green shirt. His own fingers bit harshly into her hips and ass. He felt himself nearing his end, and his low grunts became angry growls. She squeaked with every hard thrust of his cock into her. She reached down between them to rub herself, bringing about her own climax. As her inner walls clamped down on his cock, Adam felt himself tense. He came hard into the condom, feeling his own issue fill the latex glove and slide over his throbbing member. With his last hard thrust, he grunted loud and long and collapsed onto her chest, leaning against her as she leaned against the mirror. Her chest heaved beneath his cheek against the pretty blue dress she wore. He felt drained, mentally. Then, as if it had been waiting for just this moment, Jeff’s beautiful face came to his fogged mind, and he almost smiled. “Joseph.” It wasn’t his name. It wasn’t Jeff’s voice. Adam’s head jerked up. His glasses had fallen off sometime during the carnal encounter, and now he was looking into the cool surface of the mirror unobstructed by the tilted lenses. His own reflection seemed to smirk at him cruelly. See? It seemed to say to him. You are still weak, no matter how much you think you love that man. He felt his still hot cum leak out of the condom and onto his groin as he pulled out of the red head. He felt sick. He felt dirty. “Mmmm,” she purred, sitting up as he pulled away form her. “Thanks, sweety.” “Huh?” he said dumbly. He backed away from her. “That was what I call one good fuck,” she told him standing and straightening her skirt, smoothing her hair. She turned her back on him, primping herself in the mirror. Adam could only stare at her reflection as she so easily dismissed what had just happened. Her cool blue eyes flicked at him in the mirror and her predatory mouth curved into a grin. “You might want to put that away before you go back out there,” she said, her voice smooth as honey. Adam then realized that his softened cock was still hanging out of his pants, the condom starting to slide off. He could hear her chuckle as he reached for some paper towels to clean himself off. He heard the door close, and looked up, expecting some one to have come in to use the bathroom. Instead he saw no one. She had just walked out without another word. He leaned back against the wall, tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping them up, more out of reflex than any kind of rational thought. He felt cold, empty, used. Of course, he had used her too, but at least he was human enough inside to feel bad for doing it. What was worst was he knew why he’d done it. To forget. Forget what? Forget that he was in love with a man who was nothing more, and nothing less to him than a very close, caring friend. That in itself a cruel torture and comfort at once. Yes, he was In love with Jeff Hardy. It wasn’t a mere infatuation, or obsession as one might have thought. As it was a scant few months ago. Jeff was the first thing he thought of in the morning, the last upon going to bed. Adam sighed as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He’d just fucked a strange women in the bathroom of a dance club he’d never even been to before. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face, trying to get a grip on himself. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, not able to even look at his reflection. “I need a drink.” He left the bathroom, thinking only of reaching the bar and getting something strong into his system as soon as possible. As he reached the place he had been sitting, he saw Jay grinning at him like the Cheshire cat. Jeff sat next to the blonde Canadian, and Matt still talking to the girl he had been before. Adam stood on Jay’s other side, not looking at the younger Hardy. He motioned the bartender over and asked for a tequila, straight. The man poured the drink, and Adam tossed it back, grimacing at the taste and hissing at the way it burned down his throat. He motioned for another. Jay clapped him on the back. “That good, huh, bro?” Adam didn’t even have time to respond. As he turned to give Jay a disgusted look, he saw Jeff grab his long time friend’s shoulder, spinning the man to face him. Then, all Hell broke loose. Jeff reached back and punched Jay right in the mouth. The man fell back onto Adam, who caught him reflexively. Jay stared at Jeff, touching his now bleeding lip drunkenly. “What the fuck, man?” he spat before pulling himself from Adam’s supporting arms and launched himself onto Jeff. The fell to the floor in a mass of flying fists and harsh curses. “Matt!” Adam shouted to his dark haired friend, as he tried to separate the other two. Matt immediately abandoned the blonde, rushing to Adam’s aid. Matt got Jay around the waist, pulling him back, as Adam took hold of Jeff. “Hey, calm down, Hardy,” he told his rainbow headed friend. Jeff turned to him, and Adam could smell the alcohol heavy on his breath. “Take your fucking hands off me, Copeland!” he ordered, pushing out of Adam’s grasp. He took a swing at the taller Canadian, but it was obvious that Jeff was drunk, and the punch sloppy. Adam saw it coming, unlike Jay, and easily avoided it. Jeff fell to the floor at his feet. Matt looked down at his kid brother. He looked back to Adam. “Switch,” he said simply. Laughter evident in his voice. Adam took Jay from Matt, as the older Hardy collected his inebriated sibling. Jeff didn’t struggle against his brother as he had with Adam. “Guess we’ll see you all tomorrow, after they sober up a bit,” Matt told Adam. The tall one nodded. They led their respective charges out of the club and into the coolness of the night. Adam glanced over his shoulder to see Matt leading Jeff to his car, while Jeff gestured animatedly with his hands. He hah turned just in time to see Jeff point to him, and Matt looked, then shook his head. What was that about? he wondered. Back at the hotel, Adam got Jay undressed and into bed. God, he hoped the man would not wake up and puke all over the place sometime in the night. He just couldn’t deal with that right now. He took himself into the bathroom, once against splashing cold water on his face. He looked into the mirror, almost by accident. His reflection wasn’t smirking this time. He just looked like a pathetic excuse. He shook his head, scratching at his skin. He felt like a film of filth had formed over his skin. He turned on the shower and stepped under the hot, soothing spray. He scrubbed at his skin until it was raw. And then he scrubbed some more. At some point, he’d started sobbing, which just increased until he was reduced to a huddled form on the shower floor, crying his eyes out. The tears flowed down the drain, washed out with the bathwater. “Jeff...”
				Chapters 4,5, and 6
	Adam walked into the restaurant located off ot the side of the lobby of the hotel they were staying in. His eyes skimmed the tables, looking for a familiar face. He saw Jay sitting at a table in the back, and headed for him. His poor fried was ovbiously hung over. Hair a mess, pale, slumped in his seat, dark sunglasses to block out the evil rays of light. When he was about halfway to the table, some one caught his arm. He turned and stopped dead in his tracks. "Damn, Jeff, you look like shit," he told his friend. Jeff looked ever worse off than Jay. Following the law of those with hangovers wearing dark shades, Jeff's hair was also a mess, and looked like it hadn't been washed. His clothes were wrinkled and his shoulders slumped. An unfamiliar perpetual frown tugged his sensual mouth down. "Adam, I think we need to talk," the Hardy told him, solemnly. Adam felt an unhappy sense on de ja vu at that sentence coming from Jeff. "Okay, Jeffro, let's go sit down, and we can-" "No, not yet. My head is killing me, and I can't think straight enough for it now," the younger man said. He sounded worn out, like he was jsut about ready to lay down in the middle of the restaurant and give up. Adam nodded and patted Jeff on the hand that held his arm. "Okay, Jeff. How about I come see you after the show? Would that be enough time for you to get your head on straight?" The blue-haired man smiled ever so slightly. "Yeah, Adam, that'd be fine." And with that, he turned and walked off, somewhat unsteadily, leving Adam looking after him. Probably just wants to apologize for the whole thing in the bar last night. Must have aleady caught Jay before I came down. Adam watched the retreating form of his heart's desire a moment longer, and then went to join his friend. Adam sat in his room, on the edge of his hotel bed. Jay's was made just as neatly, less that four feet away. His hands were busy attempting to untie the large, complicated knot in his yoyo string. What I get for just tossing it in my bad like that. The truth of the matter was simply that he was trying to keep his mind occupied until Jeff got there. The show had ended hours ago, and Jay and Matt had gone out to get something to eat, leaving Adam alone with his thoughts; a company he would have preferred a pair of jackals to. Atleast the jackals wouldn't remind him of sex. Or bathrooms. Or the look on Jeff's face when he swung at Adam with drunken agression. He briefly wondered if his blue-haired friend had gone out with the other two, or simply fallen asleep. Ironically, as it always seems to be, as soon as he thought this, there was a knock at his door. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, wincing when he encountered a tangle and pulled sharply on his scalp. He went to the door, with an odd mix of anxiousness and trepadation. With memories of last night, and the way Jeff had looked this morning fresh in his mind, he gripped the door knob, pausing barely a breath before opening the door. Jeff wore a pair of simple baggy cargo jeans, blue, and a white long- sleeved shirt. Even though he was a grown man, and more than six feet tall, somehow the sleeves of his shirts always seemed to fall passed his knuckles, leaving only the tips of his fingers and his dark painted nails peaking out the ends. This, when added to his quirky, somewhat hyper nature and delightfully disheveld hair styles, gave him a child-like, sort of impish aura. This effect, however, seemed to be turned around, the shine dulled by the look on his face. His beautiful features pulled tight with anxiety, a look not normally associated with the fearless Jeff Hardy. He seemed more a scared child, than an exuberant one now. He also was not looking at Adam. He kept his eyes down, at what could be considered half-mast, focusing on what Adam assumed as the door jam about level with his chest. "Jeff?" Adam began, but it seemed the sound of his voice startled his smaller friend. Jeff darted passed him into the room, as much as it can be call a "dart" since he wasn't exactly running, but his tight shoulders and wary posture gave him the air of one in an anxious rush. He entered the room and walked to the far window. As Adam closed the door and tunred to him he was hit with a very unwelcome, disturbing sense of de ja vu. he swallowed and cleared his throught. Jeff looked up at the sound, and instanted started talking. His words came out in a hurried, confused, jumbled rush. "Adam, Iamsosorryaboutlastnight. Idon'tknowwhatIwasthinking. IwasdrunkIhadtoomuchtodrink,andwhatJaysaid,I-" Adam went to his friend and caught his shoulders, cutting of Jeff's ranting effectively. It ended in a sharp gasp when his hands touched the younger man. Jeff's eyes went to Adam's in what was probably supposed to be just a glance, but once there, they could not look away. "Calm down, Jeff. Breathe, man, I can't understand a word you're saying," the blonde said soothingly. Jeff swallowed, giving the slightest nod, and paused to gather himself. "I'm sorry about last night." Not half as sorry as I am. He didn't say the words out loud of course, that would have been beyond foolish. "It's okay, Jeff. You had a little too much to drink. It happens." Jeff shook his head, dismissing the easy excuse Adam had provided. The Canadian couldn't help but notice, even now with Jeff so ditressed, how the whispy blue strands flew and flowed around the Hardy when he moved, and the little line that creased between his eyebrows when he frowned. The way his mouth looked still sweet, even turned down as it was now. "No, that's not excuse," Jeff insisted. Adam took a breath, for patience, he told himself, not in anyway to reclaim his drifting thoughts or calm his heart beat, which always picked up a bit around this angelic man. He nodded once, agreeing with teh air it seemed, and released Jeff, his hands left tingling, but still empty and cold now. He went to the hotel dresser and leaned his ass agianst it, bracing his hands agaisnt the cool varnish of the top surface. He shrugged nochalantly as he spoke. "Okay," he said to his friend. "Then what exactly happened last night, if not a simple case of overeager alcohol consumption. Why did you attacked Jay?" Jeff opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. That some how adorable line appeared on his forehead once more, making Adam yearn to kiss it smooth once more. "I did have too much to drink, but that's not the reason really." He paused so long, Adam thought he wasn't going to explain after all. Then he spoke once more, his voice calm, but tight, stressed. A cord holding too much wieght. "When I was dancing with that girl, I guess I had already had a little too much by then. But not more than I could handle. I was enjoying dancing with her, and let myself enjoy it. Like i always do. But... she-" "Kissed you?" Adam asked, finishing his sentence. Jeff's eyes widened in suprise. "No, I-" "Jeff, I saw the two of you on the dance floor. I saw her pull your head down, you don't have to lie." He paused without realizing it, but the instant he did, he wished he hadn't. Pauses with Jeff held too much meaning. "She was a very attractive girl." Jeff looked at Adam like he was some new and curious creation he'd just stumbled upon. Adam felt like squirming under that gaze, not wanting Jeff to know his thoughts, his reasoning. Jeff suddenly seemed to reaslize that he was the one making an explaination now, and not Adam. He dropped his eyes. "She was," he said simply. "But I didn't kiss her. She pulled me head down, yes, but I pulled it back. I told her I was there with another per--pose in mind than hooking up. I was just looking to have fun. She lost interest in me after that. And I went back to the bar." Adam felt like a heavy length of iron chain was slowly being coiled in his stomach. He hoped his face didn't give away the turmoil behind his eyes, as he tried to listen to Jeff's story without thinking too hard about where he was at the time Jeff got back to the bar. "Jay was there, and he was smashed. He giggled when I asked where you were. He just pointed to the table where that woman had been sitting..." Jeff's expression darkened. Now was Adam's turn to frown and bunch his eyebrows. "And that upset you, why?" Jeff narrowed his eyes at the wall, and looked for all the world like he was grinding his teeth. "I... How important, Adam?" The question took the blonde aback. He blinked rapidly in confusion. "What?" he demanded pathetically. Jeff looked into his eyes now, that infamous Hardy determination alight in the emerald depths. "How important a part am I in your life?" Adam couldn't breath. He couldn't think. Jeff had not just asked him that! And yet, there he was, watching him, eyes unwavering. Waiting for an answer. Only with Jeff did Adam ever seem to act without his mind granting permission to the rest of his body. His mouth and vocal cords included. "The most important part." For a moment, the world stopped. Nothing moved, nothing breathed, nothing existed. Atleast that's how it felt in the hotel room at that moment. Then a word escaped Jeff's lips that made Adam want to laugh and cry and just never, ever think agian. "No." The word was whispered, long and cutting. Jeff stared at Adam a moment more, while the blonde man's insides burned away with the acid leaking from his broken heart. "NO!" Jeff shouted, his body spasming, violently rejecting what Adam had just told him. He ran to the door, but in doing so had to go right passed Copeland, who caught his arm desperately. "Jeff, please!" he begged, his voice nothing more than a strangled sob. The Hardy turned to him, astonishment showing on his face, his eyes wide at the tears in Adam's eyes. "Adam, you don't mean it. You don't-" "I love you," the Canadian said. Though his eyes were tearing, and his heart filled him with more pain than should be physically possible in one man, his voice was sure and firm. "You don't," Jeff insisted. He tried to pull from Adam's grasp. "You only think you should." There were tears in the younger man's eyes now, too. Adam felt the whole world on his shoulders once more, pushing him down, trying to break him. His whole being focused on his hand on Jeff's sleeved arm, the only thing holding the man he loved from running out of his life forever. But Jeff was strong, and with a sharp tug, pulled free. He bolted for the door again, Adam racing behind him without eve realizing he'd moved. Then he had Jeff's face in his hands, and was looking into those frightened, denying green-gold orbs once more, tears shining in them. Again, Jeff's body was pressed against the wall, mere feet from his escape. And again, Adam felt an overwhelming need within himself that could not be denied. But the similarities between now and what had gone on before were lost on both men, as was the rest of the world and all that went with it. Adam looked deep into the eyes of the man he loved and again saw fear, denial, the desire to flee, but he also saw something there that prevented him from letting Jeff leave. He couldn't name it, but it held him there none the less. His soul prayed for salvation, or a quick end, whichever it would desire more after this was over. "Jeff-" The younger cut him off, his voice a pleading sob, "Adam, don't. You only think you should. I'm not-" "You are everything to me, Jeff," Adam told the sweet, crying man before him. Everything that had been burning and aching within him everytime he looked at, was near, or even thought about Jeffrey Nero Hardy, boiled up to the surface and he let it spill out. "I love you more than I ever dreamed I could. You wreck me, and make me whole again, without ever even knowing it. You are the most important thing in my life, and I don't care if its right or wrong. I know I don't deserve you, but I can't change the way I feel. I wouldn't ever want to, because as much as it hurts, it feels endlessly better with just a smile from you. I know you don't love me back, Jeff. I realize I'll never have you. I know you can't-" "Don't you ever tell me what I can't do!" Jeff cried, pulling out of Adam's grasp. He threw his arms around the taller man's neck and crushed his lips to his friend's. Jeff buried his fingers in Adam's long, golden mane and kissed him with a harshness born of desperation and raw emotion, and Adam was helpless to do anything but kiss him back. Before Adam had even procesed what happened, Jeff had moved them to the closest bed, and tumbled them down upon it, rolling Adam on top of the younger man's body. He arched up agianst Adam and whimpered, one hand pulling at the material of the Canadian's shirt, the other still maintaining its deathgrip in his blonde tresses. Adam's mind was whirling so fast he didn't even realize that while he was sucking on Jeff's sweet tongue, his hands were up under the man's shirt, caressing the hot flesh they found there. He found one of Jeff's small nipples and pinched it, causing the younger man to gasp, and arch into his touch, breaking the kiss, and freeing Adam's mind. He tried to pull back, but Jeff was at him again, trying to pull his mouth down once more. He resisted. And Jeff countered this by sliding one hand down his form and cupping his erection through his pants. Adam groaned and caught the blue-haired man's wrist, pulling his hand away as best he could. "Fuck, Jeff, slow down," he growled. Jeff shook his head. "I don't want to slow down. I love you, I want you now!" he told Copeland. The wanton tone of Jeff's voice struck Adam's groin so hard he almost missed the most important part of that statement. Almost. He gazed down at Jeff, his throbbing cock forgotten, his heart pounding violently in his chest. Jeff noticed the change in Adam instantly, and looked up at him, seemingly regretting his words. "Say it again," Adam said. "Tell me." Jeff's eyes shown reluctance, but he complied. "I love you." Adam felt the tears in his eyes again, and say Jeff's sensual mouth curve now into a soft smile. "I love you, too, Adam Copeland," he repeated, and brushed a few strands of blonde out of the older man's face. Adam leaned down, and kissed Jeff once more. Not the harsh, near painful kind of kiss they had just shared, but a soft, achingly sweet kiss. His lips moved langourously over Jeff's, reveling in the warm softness of the young man's mouth. He took it slow, and when he was about to break from the sweetness of it, he teased his tongue over those light pink lips, and Jeff opened up to him with a little sigh. He slipped his tongue into Jeff's mouth, and was met by the Hardy's own gently questing tongue. He made love to Jeff's mouth with his tongue, tracing every curve, caressing ever surface he came to, adn then going over all of it again, and once more. Only then did he pull back, breaking the kiss. The smaller man looked up at him, a small smile on his kiss swollen lips, as Adam gazed down at him, savoring the taste of his mouth. "Now, are you sure you are ready for this?" Adam asked, teasing his fingers along Jeff's ribs. The younger man shivered delicately. "Oh, yes," he breathed. "I've been waiting a very long time." Adam bent down and placed slow kisses alon Jeff's neck, tasting the flesh there. "Oh, really? How long?" Jeff let out a little sighing moan. "Mmmmm, since the first time you kissed me, really." "That's was only a few minutes ago, silly boy," Adam chuckled, running this tongue along the arche of Jeff's ear. Jeff paused, about to say something, but seemed to decide better of it. "It seems like a long time, then." Adam wasn't all that sure that was what the other man meant to say, but was enjoying his task too much to pursue with it now. Maybe later when he didn't have the taste of Jeff on his tongue. He moved back to the Hardy's mouth, and kissed him more. Jeff broke the kiss this time, pleading up at Adam. "Make love to me, Adam. I need you, now, please," he said. As if to illustrate his point, he took the hand that had been gripping his wrist only a few moments ago, and placed it on his own groin, showing Adam how hard he was. Adam felt a new surge of desire, and nodded, kissing Jeff once more, as his hand briefly caressed the cock under it through the jeans. He pulled back and rose to his knees, taking hold of the bottom of Jeff's shirt. Jeff arched up as Adam pulled the garment up and over his head, lifting his arms accomodatingly. He tossed the shirt away, momentarily stunned by the sight of all that bare skin before him, just waiting for his touch. Jeff was tugging at his own shirt, but he payed him no mind as he bent down and flicked his tongue over the younger man's collar bone. he tasted and teased his way across the bne and nipped lightly at the sensitive crook of Jeff's neck. Then, he moved his hot, searching mouth down the man's chest, finally finding a nipple and claming it in his lips, lapping at his with his tongue before applying a cruelly gentle suction that made Jeff moan and writhe under his mouth. He kissed his way across the smooth explanse of chest before him, making with way to the other neglected nipple, that was already hard and sensitized from what he'd done to it's twin. He caught this one in his teeth and flicked it mercilessly with his tongue until Jeff was begging him not to tease. he released it and rose up again, trailing his hands over Jeff's burning flesh, watching his pleading eyes as he touched him. He reached for Jeff's fly and with a slowness that could be termed brutal, he unbuttoned the single button. As he unzipped the fly with the same slowness, he bent down to kiss and taste of Jeff's stomach. The man moaned loudly, the moan turning into a shout when Adam slid his tongue lower and teased it into the space where the button was formerly clasped. He quickly tugged Jeff's pants off, grinning at the silly tart when he saw a pair of neon green boxer shorts, with little hamsters printed all over. Only Jeff Hardy The grin turned to a pleased hungry one when Adam saw the dark spot over the tip of the other man's erection. He leaned down and ran his tongue over it, mouthing Jeff's cock through the flimsy material of his shorts. Jeff shouted loudly, his name, and his whole body seemed to bow out, pushing the clothed cock up, trying to get further into his mouth. He pulled back and tugged the boxers down, pulled them off at the same time as Jeff's pants, socks, and boots. Jeff was whimpering now, his hands clawing lightly at the bed spread ans his hips rocked side to side. Adam moved in again, and kissed each of his hips, giving fair warning that way, before he ran his tongue over the weeping head of Jeff's hard, hot cock, cleaning the precum that had gathered there, though it was just replaced my more. Jeff moaned and tossed his head back and forthon the bed. "Please!" he begged. Adam wasn't about to dissappoint him. He slowly worked the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth, taking it about halfway, before sucking and beginning to slowly bob. Jeff moaned and groaned, arching his hips, pushing up into Adam's hot mouth, before Copeland braced one arm across his waist, holding him down to the bed. He continued to move his mouth or Jeff's erection, taking it deeper by degree slowly. He spread the younger man's legs apart encouraging him to lift his knees to give teh Canadian better access to his small entrance. Adam released Jeff's cock from his mouth, shushing the pleading cry the Hardy gave at the loss of the hot suction, and caressed him with his hand while he sucked his own fingers, wetting them liberally with his saliva. Once satisfied they were lubricated enough, he took Jeff into his mouth once more, and barring his hips form thrusting upward, teased his wet fingers over Jeff's puckered hole. He genlty worked one finger in, loving the way Jeff made a stangled sound in the back of his throat. His own cock was now throbbing in time with Jeff's heartbeat, aching for attention of its own, but he ignored it. The sound and taste of Jeff urging him on. He moved his finger inside Jeff in sync with his mouth on the man's hardness. Soon, he pushed another finger in with the first and sought out Jeff's sweet spot. As soon as he touched the spongey bit inside the Hardy, a shriek escaped him that was as painful to Adam's ears as it was arousing to his loins. He continued to gently finger Jeff's ass, strectchin him, as he sucked his cock deepper into his mouth. Jeff whimpered and cried out, writhed and moaned under this glroious torment. he began to pant, and his hands clawed at Adam's shoulders. "Oh, God. Oh, God... Adam... gonna... oh... OOOOHHHH!!!!" He shouted the moan loud enough it could surely be heard in the lobby. His whole body tensed, his inner muscles squeezing Adam's fingers and his cock twitched and trobbed in Adam's mouth, shooting jet after jet of hot liquid down his throat. He pulled back enough that he could catched it on his tongue, taste it before he swallowed. With one last ragged groan and he collapsed bonelessly back onto the bed. Adam licked the remants of the salty-sweet white fluid off Jeff's softening member, and gently withdrew his fingers. He moved up to kiss the man's slack mouth, letting him taste what little of himself Adam had not already selfishly consumed. Jeff was breathing heavily, his skin flushed prettily and his eyes shining up at the blonde. He reached for Adam and tugged at his shirt. it was then that Adam realized, with a small chuckle, that he was still fully dressed. He pulled away from Jeff, standing a few feet from the bed. With a small smile on his lips, he proceeded to teasingly run his hands over his still clothed body, winding his hips sensually as he did so. Jeff smiled at him as he did this, rising up on one elbow to get a better view. "For me?" he asked. Adam nodded. He took hold of the bottom of his owh shirt and tesed it up, showing off his flat stomach. Jeff grinned and started mimicing the soundtrack from a bad porn movie. Adam smirked and tiled his head to the side. Jeff giggled and stopped his rendition of sleezy music, urging Adam on. Copeland then pulled the shirt slowly over his head, and tossed it away. "Aren't you supposed to twirl it on your finger first?" Jeff asked, his eyes taking in every cruve and shadow of Adam's beautifully chisled torso. "You want me to stop?" the taller man said, raising an eyebrow, trailing his hands down over his own skin, imagining it was Jeff's hands touching him this way. The Hardy shook his head vehemently, and closed his mouth his the an audible click of his teeth. Adam teased the fingers of one hand over his own nipple, even though both were already hardened. His other made its way over his stomach, and to the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning them. He was only doing this to give jeff time to recooperate, but he could see that the younger man was already getting hard again from his little show. He turned his back on Jeff, and swayed his ass back and forth as he made short work of the zipper, freeing his aching cock. He took himself in hand, and stroked the turgid organ a few times, unable to stop himself. He heard Jeff groan a little, and smiled, knowing that his action was easily deduced even from behind. He walked annoyingly slowly over to his bag, and tried to remain patient as he rooted through it for the bottle he kept there. Once he found it, after thanking god, he tossed it to the bed, letting Jeff see it. He slowly worked his pants off, still his back to Jeff, and stepped out of them. He heard Jeff;s soft intake of air. He linked his hands above his head and turned back to the man, letting Jeff get a full view of his lank lean body. The Hardy groaned and Adam smiled, the sound making his cock twitch. He turned back around, intending this one last tease to Jeff, before going to him there on the bed. The sound of a cap being popped caused his eyes to open, and a low moan made him turned back to the bed. Only through some grace of God did he not spill his seed right there. Jeff was laying back on the bed, one hand on his cock, the other unabashedly fingering his own entrance. Adam groaned rawly and was on the bed before he could blink. He pulled Jeff's hands from himself and wrapped the smaller man's legs around his waist. He reached under Jeff, pulling his hips up and angling them, then slowly begain to push in to his new lover. Jeff moaned loudly, his name. "Aaaaadaaamm," his mouth closing on the last consonant, drawing it out into a long mmmmm sound until Adam was fully sheathed inside him. The tight heat seeped all thought from the taller man's mind, and when Jeff arched his hips against him, he was powerless to hold back. He pulled out and sank deep back into his friend turned lover, repeating this motion voer and voer. Both men groaned and moaned, writhing agaisnt eachother. "Oh, sweet God, Jeff... so good, oh baby..." Words of lust and love tumbled thoughtlessly fomr Adam's lips as he pumped slowly into the moaning man beneath him. "I love you... oh, so much..." All too soon he felt himself nearing his end, he bit his lip, trying to hold out, but he knew he couldn't last. He reached down to take hold of Jeff's cock, only to find him already stroking himself. He linked there fingers as they moved over the hot, slick organ. Adam angled his thrusts to bump Jeff's sweet spot, causing Jeff's moans to become high shrieks. Jeff shrieked his name, and Adam was all over. He began to spurt hard into Jeff, his hot issue hitting Jeff's prostate. The younger man screamed and his legs squeezed Adam's hips painfully as he came again, his own cum spilling over their joined hands, slicking their movements. "JEFF!!!" Adam shouted, his throat hurting from the word ripped from his vocal cords, as wave after wave of exquisit pleasure rocked him like heavy surf. Slowly, slowly the waves gentled, as did the men's movement agaisnt eachother. Adam genlty rocked in and out of Jeff as he milked him of the last of his cum, bringing his and Jeff's hands to his mouth and cleaning the salty-sweet goodness from thier fingers. He slowly pulled out of his lover, and collapsed on the bed, pulling the younger man to him weakly. Jeff snuggled into his body, planting tiny kisses on his jaw, cheeks, eyelids, lips. Adam returned the favor. Jsut as he felt totaly exhaustion creeping up on him, he rolled away form Jeff and reached blindly across the gap between the beds, pulling the soft comforter form the other bed, and covering himself and Jeff with it. They snuggled together and drifted off, but not before Adam had his last say. "I love you, Jeff," he whispered into the soft, sweaty hair he'd buried his face in. Jeff sighed and squeezed him closer, kissing just below Adam's ear. "I love you, too, Adam. My Adam." Adam was awakened, he didn't know how much later it was, by the sound of the hotel room door opening. and closing. Someone entered and he heard them chuckle. They flicked off the light, and he heard the door open again. "Hey, Matt," Jay hollered. "Wait up, looks like I'm gonna have to bunk with you tonight." The door closed again and Adam snuggled against Jeff's warm, sleeping body that was already pressed as close to his as it was going to get. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind out of nowhere. The first time you kissed me. Jeff's voice said in his head. Now, he remembered. How could he have forgotten, even in the stae te of arousal he'd been in. The first time he'd kissed Jeff was... that night... a few hours before.... Tears rose into Adam's eyes again, and he kissed Jeff's sleeping form to a state of wakefullness. He made slow sweet love to the man, bringing him to orgasm twice more before letting himself go. Jeff kissed him and told him he loved him again, before falling back to sleep in Adam's arms. Jeff had wanted and loved him for so long, through so much, and he'd never even known it. His heart swelled and ached at the same time. He swore silently, to his sleeping lover, that he was going to more than make up for all that lost time. He promised. "I love you, Jeff Hardy." he said one last time that night, before allowing sleep to claim him again