A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the sequel to Obsessed. I don't know what the hell happened to this story. I meant to write it ages ago but uh....well obviously that didn't happen *kicks self for procrastinating*


"Jeff? Jeff? Jeff wake up."

Jeff mumbled unhappily and turned away from the voice. "Go away" were the only understandable words that came out of his mouth.

The person sighed in frustration. "Jeff it's four in the afternoon. You can't sleep all day."

Wanna bet? Jeff thought to himself as he reluctantly rolled back over and opened his eyes so he could look at Matt. His older brother was looking at him with a worried look on his face. "Matt I'm tired," Jeff mumbled sleepily, hoping that Matt would buy that and leave him the fuck alone.

Matt shook his head. "Jeff come on, please get out of bed. You and I both know that you aren't tired."

"You don't know anything," Jeff snapped. He glared at Matt angrily. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because that's what I've BEEN doing and it's obviously not doing you any good," Matt replied. He pulled the covers off of Jeff's body and put them on the floor. "Look, I know this whole thing with Jay has sucked royally. I wish that there was something that I could do for you to make the pain go away."

Jeff looked down. Jay was the last thing he person he wanted to talk about. After Randy had left the WWE, Jeff and Jay had gotten pretty serious. They spent every moment they could together, and Jeff had actually moved into Jay's house down in Tampa. For eight months, things had been absolutely perfect. But when Jeff left the WWE to take a break from wrestling, things had started to go downhill. Jay had seemed supportive of Jeff's decision to walk away from the business, and for about a month, they were able to make the long distance thing work. But then every time they were together, Jeff had begun feeling a subtle yet constant pressure from Jay to come back on the road. He had ignored it for awhile, but then he had to tell Jay to stop because it was making him feel bad. Jay had stopped for awhile, but then he started doing it again after a few weeks. That had kick started the fighting that took place over the last couple months of their relationship. Jay hated being alone on the road and wanted Jeff to be with him. Jeff had been sympathetic, but had stuck to his guns and said that he needed a break because he was burned out and he was hurt that Jay didn't seem to understand that. Then Jay took that the wrong way and thought it meant that Jeff needed a break from him, which was not the case at all. Jeff had missed Jay constantly....no, he STILL missed Jay, even though he had been the one to actually initiate the break-up.

The break-up had happened just last week. The two of them had gotten into a nasty fight over the phone and Jeff had wanted to try to make things right. ECW and Smackdown were going to be in Orlando that weekend and Jeff had driven there just to see Jay. But when he had gotten there, he had found Jay with another man. He didn't know who the guy was exactly; it seemed like the guy was just a twink that Jay had picked up from a bar or strip club. But it didn't really matter at that point. Jeff had freaked out, screaming at Jay and making a huge scene. Jay had tried to explain himself, but Jeff hadn't listened to a word that was said. He had been way too upset. After tossing a lamp at Jay's head, he stormed off and drove all the way back to Tampa as fast as he could. When he had gotten back to the house he and Jay shared, he packed what he could in a couple of duffel bags, took their dog Lizzie and left. He had come back to North Carolina completely heartbroken, and he hadn't been able to do much but just lay in bed since the whole thing had happened. Jay had called a million times and had even tried to stop by a couple different occassions, but Jeff refused to see or speak to him. He hadn't even dared think about who was going to get his stuff from Jay's place. First he had to figure out how he was going to get through a day without feeling completely miserable.

Jeff got so lost in his thoughts that he forgot about Matt being in the room with him until he felt Matt's arms around him. "Jeff please, don't keep doing to yourself," Matt begged. "I know you need time to deal with this and I want to give it to you, but what you're doing...you barely eat, you don't sleep and you're pretty much drinking yourself to death at the rate you're going."

"I fail to see the downside of that," Jeff muttered darkly.

Matt's sighed and just hugged Jeff tighter. "Don't talk like that bro. You're going to get through this. It's just going to take time."

I don't want it to take time, Jeff thought unhappily. I would like to stop feeling miserable right now.

The door (which hadn't been shut all the way by Matt when he came in) creaked open and Lizzie and Lucas wandered in. Jeff reached down so he could pick up Lizzie and hold her tight. Even though she sometimes made him think about Jay, he hadn't been able to leave her behind back in Florida. He loved her too much for that. At least she won't cheat on me with a whore, he thought as he kissed her on the head. I guess I got that going for me anyway.


Randy stared at Jeff without moving or making a sound. Jeff had his back to him and was oblivious to the fact that he was standing there. He listened to Jeff hum under his breath for a moment before slowly stepping forward. With every step he took, Jeff's humming got louder and Hardy began swaying his hips from side to side. Randy barely held back a groan. Just watching Jeff carry on like that was turning him on so much.

After letting Jeff dance around for just a little bit longer, Randy grabbed Hardy by the waist and pulled him back so that the older man's ass was pressed up against his groin. "You feel that Jeff?" he asked, his mouth so close to Jeff's ear that his hot breath was bathing Hardy's neck. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"

"Leave me alone Orton," Jeff said, his voice weak and shaky.

"I can't." Randy began kissing Jeff's neck while letting his hands roam the other man's body. "You're too hard to resist." His hand reached down and began groping Jeff's crotch covered jeans. Jeff whimpered and involuntarily began grinding up against Randy's hand. Randy smirked and quickly reached into Jeff's pants so he could grab Jeff's dick and stroke it. "You're getting so hard," he whispered, biting Jeff's earlobe. "You like what I do to you don't you? You filthy little--

Randy wrenched himself awake so violently that he just about fell off the bed. His cock was straining to get out of his boxers and his body was covered in a light sweat. He took several deep breaths in an effort to get a hold of himself. First Jeff dream in two days. That's progress....I guess.

He rubbed his eyes and then glanced at the clock. It was four thirty in the afternoon. He had laid down a couple hours ago because he had a headache. The headache hadn't gone away though. In fact, it almost seemed like it was worse. It was that stupid dream. Fuck, it's been a fucking year since I've even seen Jeff. This shouldn't still be going on.

Deciding that laying down wasn't going to do anymore good, he decided to get up and take a shower. He rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, doing his best to ignore his aching cock. On his way to the bathroom, he saw his answering machine light blinking. He decided to just ignore that too for now. More than likely it was either his mom or dad. The two of them did not know how to leave him alone. His mom was constantly worried about him and his dad kept insisting that he should try to mend fences with the WWE and Vince McMahon. But his parents didn't know about the whole Jeff thing and they didn't know that if he even dared step foot in a WWE locker room, Mark would decapitate him in two seconds flat.

Stripping off his boxers and tossing them carelessly on the bathroom floor, Randy got in the shower and turned on the water as cold as he could stand it. He shivered as the ice cold water pelted his body, his erection disappearing within seconds. He had to do this every time he had a dream about Jeff. When he had first gone into exile, he had spent most of his time in the shower, freezing his ass off and trying to tell himself that the obsession had to stop. Jeff wasn't going to be his. As much as it pained him to admit it, he hadn't gotten what he wanted. Jeff was with Jay, and if he even looked at Hardy again (much less try to make the Enigma his), he was going to get slaughtered by one very angry Undertaker. In an effort to try to rid himself of his own obsession, he had gotten rid of his computer so he wouldn't try to look for pictures of Jeff and he stayed as far away as he could on TV on the nights that wrestling was on. The rational part of his brain knew that if he saw Jeff again, he would more than likely give in to his obsession yet again.

After he was done in the shower, he put his boxers back on and then went to his bedroom so he could get dressed. His most recent dream about Jeff was trying to replay itself in his head, but he refused to indulge himself. It was bad enough that he still had dreams about the Rainbow Haired Warrior; if he let those dreams fuck with him while he was awake....well there was no telling what the hell he would do.

When he was dressed he decided that he needed to go out and get something to eat. The local barbeque place he liked to go to had plenty of beer on tap and he could get himself somewhat drunk before he headed over to the local night club and find someone to fuck for the night. The idea behind his plan was that he was hopefully going to find someone that could make him forget about Jeff, even if it was just for a little while. But if that didn't happen, he figured that he could just pretend the slut he brought home was Jeff and do all the things to him that he wanted to do to the real Jeff.

Option two is definitely more likely to happen and well...a little pretending never hurt anyone.