Title: Crossing the Line
Warnings: Language, sex, slash
Summary: The road has taken its toll on Jay & Adam's love life, and a frustrated Adam would like to rectify the situation, but those damn Hardys keep hanging around. E&Cest, Hardycest, Jeff/Edge, Matt/Christian.
We're traveling back to a simpler time for this one. Back in the "If i jump, will you?" days. I meant for this to be a one-shot, but it just turned out too damn long. I'm having too much fun indulging myself in the details. Hope y'all don't mind a multi-chapter scene. I know this chap seems to end abruptly, but it really is a natural break. Should have the next up soon...
Adam left the hotel bathroom to see Jay hanging up the phone.
"What's up?" he asked his tag team partner. They'd barely had time to settle into the room and now there was a call? Adam hoped it wasn't business. He had other plans tonight.
"Nothing," Jay said with a smile. "The Hardys are just coming over for a while. They grabbed a few bottles and wanted to share."
"What? No!" Adam groaned.
"I thought you liked them," Jay said, taking his hand and pulling him close.
"I do. But between us traveling, being tired, and drinking with them I haven't gotten laid in two weeks," Adam pouted.
"Poor baby," Jay cooed, tucking Adam's hair back and pecking his lips. "So we'll fuck tonight after they leave."
"Bullshit," Adam huffed. "We'll be exhausted and passed out by then, and won't wake up until it's time to get ready to go. Just like always."
"Not tonight, I promise."
Adam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Can't you call them and tell them to stay away?" he asked in his best seductive voice, running his hands over Jay's shoulders and nuzzling his neck. Jay sighed.
"They're already on their way."
"Do we at least have time for a quickie?" he asked, nibbling the skin of Jay's throat. "Please, baby? My balls are so blue they need anti-depressants. And I know you're wanting it, too." Adam groped him through his jeans and Jay groaned, wrapping his arms around his needy baby and kissing his face until he found his lips. Their mouths moved together as Adam pressed against his lover. Jay was slipping his hand down the back of Adam's cargo shorts when a knock sounded on the door. Jay pulled back with an apologetic look and went to answer it. Adam let out a frustrated cry and flopped onto his back on the bed.
Jay greeted the brothers as they stepped inside with the usual hand-clasps and shoulder bumps. Adam rolled to his side and propped himself up on his elbow. Jeff went to the table and set his bag down, giving Adam a bright smile.
"Hey Adds, what's up?"
"My dick," Adam grumbled. "I need to get laid."
"Join the fucking club," Matt said, stretching out on the couch. His and Jeff's room didn't have a couch. But then, their room had two beds instead of one. It seemed more of a spare place to sleep than anything, since it was lined up against the wall facing the bed.
"Y'know, Matt," Jay said, sitting on the bed next to Adam, "you could get laid no problem if you'd quit holding out for Jericho. He doesn't even know you exist."
"He does now," Jeff smirked. He was pulling shot glasses out of his bag and lining them up on the table.
"Matt finally asked him out?" Adam asked, sitting up. "What happened?"
"Crash and buuuuurrrrn," Jeff said, making explosion noises as he poured shots.
Jay gave the scowling older Hardy a sympathetic look. "It can't be that bad."
Matt's scowl turned into a sigh. "He said, 'Oh, aren't you cute?' and walked away." He ran his hands over his face as Jay and Adam winced. "So you'll excuse me if I don't give a shit that Jay won't put out."
"Hey!" Jay cried.
"Well, you won't," Adam said, sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend. Jeff went around handing everyone shots until they each held a glass, and Jeff stood by the bed.
"The hell's wrong with you, Jay?" Jeff asked, then grabbed Adam's jaw, squeezing his cheeks with his fingers and making the blonde's lips scrunch. "Look at that face. How could you not wanna fuck that face stupid?" He let Adam go and smirked. "Well, stupider, anyway." Adam aimed a fist at Jeff's balls, but Jeff twisted away with a laugh and got a sound punch on his thigh for his trouble. "Watch it, motherfucker, you're gonna make me spill. So, what do we drink to?"
"Getting laid!" Matt called out, then leaned over to clink glasses with the other three. They all had to stretch, but he could still reach them without getting off the couch. He tossed his shot back and coughed. "That is harsh. You got the chaser, Fro?"
Jeff went back to his bag and pulled out two bottles of Boone's Farm, handing one to Matt and one to Jay. Matt cracked his open and took a deep pull.
"You Hardys and your cheap wine," Jay said, opening the bottle.
"Ain't nothing wrong with cheap wine," Jeff replied, smacking Matt's feet off the couch and folding his own legs under him next to his brother, taking the bottle from him. Adam snatched Jay's bottle away from him and took a swig, sending him a side-long glare.
"Baby, don't be mad," Jay said, rubbing Adam's thigh. "You know I want to fuck your face. It's just bad timing."
Adam sighed and leaned against Jay. "I know. Still sucks." Jay put his arm around his baby and cuddled him close.
"I love you, Addy."
A little smile crossed Adam's lips. "Love you, too, Jay-Jay." He turned his face up for a kiss, which Jay willingly gave.
"Ugh, it's way too early in the night to puke," Matt grumped.
Adam gazed into Jay's face, tugging on his low ponytail. "You're just jealous. I got my blonde."
Jeff smirked to himself. Adam had no idea how right he was. Matt had been crushing on Jay for a while. He hadn't been attracted to long-haired blondes like Chris Jericho before he met Jay. Jeff looked over and caught Matt giving him a warning look, and he put on an innocent face. Matt scowled at him and Jeff rolled his eyes. As Little Brother, Jeff reserved the right to give Matt as much shit as humanly possible, but he wouldn't call Matt out on something like this. That would just be cruel.
"Hey Adam," Jeff said, changing the subject. "Did you listen to that album I gave you?"
Adam turned his attention to the couch and shrugged. "I tried in the car. I didn't get it. Just gave me a headache."
Jeff huffed. "You can't just listen to it, man. You have to experience it. Lie back with your headphones on and your eyes closed and let it fill your brain."
"So I can be lazy and have a headache?"
They argued about the proper way to listen to music for a while, took another shot, talked about their families. They tried not to talk about work on drinking nights, but somehow the conversation usually turned back to their last match, their next match. Jeff plaited braids into his own hair and bitched at Matt for hogging the Boone's Farm while Jay and Adam snuggled.
Adam pulled away and sat up to drink, eying his boyfriend. Jay's golden hair was pulled back, his eyes twinkling as he laughed at something Matt had said. The alcohol had warmed Adam's blood, and the sight of Jay's mouth stretched into a smile made him even hotter. Too hot. Wanting-to-take-off-his-clothes hot. Then he would lean over and take that pink lower lip in his mouth and...
Jay turned his eyes on Adam and noticed the heated look on his face. Jay knew that look well and a shiver ran down his spine. They definitely needed to get the Hardys out of here. In the meantime, Jay kissed his fingertip and placed it on Adam's lips.
"Behave. Soon," he murmured. Adam huffed and pouted his lips against the finger, making Jay chuckle. Adam settled back against him and they turned back to the conversation. When the both bottles were about half gone Jeff stood up.
"Damn, I gotta take a whiz," he declared, making his way to the bathroom.
"Thanks," Jay said. "I'll alert the papers."
"Make sure they mention my ten-inch dick," Jeff said over his shoulder.
"You mean the one under your bed back home?" Matt asked. "Because you're obviously not talking about the dick in your pants."
"You're right! The one in my pants is bigger!" Jeff called from the bathroom, and Matt snorted. The bathroom door was left open and they all ignored Jeff's exaggerated sigh of relief as his stream hit the water.
"Does he really have a ten-inch dildo under his bed?" Adam asked Matt.
"Wouldn't put it past him," Matt said. "I make a concentrated effort not to look under his bed. Hell, I stay away from his room all together. You never know what's in there."
"Like what?" Jay asked. Matt just shrugged.
"Come on," Adam wheedled. "What's the sickest, most twisted thing you've ever seen in Jeff's bedroom?"
Matt bit his lip. The most twisted thing. What was he supposed to say? Well guys, there was this one time when Jeff was sixteen and his own brother was fucking him in the ass... well, maybe it was more than once... He looked up to see both blondes leaning forward, heads cocked, waiting. The four of them had grown close enough to read each other pretty well, and they knew Matt had something juicy in mind. This wasn't the first time he'd almost made an alcohol-fueled confession to them about this. He thought they might suspect anyway.
"Matt!" Jeff called, startling him. "Gimme a hand here?"
Matt took a deep breath and turned in Jeff's direction. "You forget how to piss?"
"Will you just help me?"
Matt took another drink and handed Adam his bottle before going to the bathroom. He stopped outside the door and shook his head. "How in hell did you do that?"
"I was trying to brush out my braids."
"You know better than to use a round brush for that, you jackass." He rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom to rescue his brother's hair.
"What sort of kinky secret about Jeff you think he was about to spill?" Adam asked Jay, drinking some of Matt's wine and putting the bottle on the nightstand. Jay shrugged, drinking out of his own bottle before Adam took that one, too. "Maybe he was gonna say that they did it."
"You just want that to be true, you little perv," Jay chuckled, checking out Adam's ass as he leaned away to set the bottle next to the other one. Adam turned back to Jay with a wry grin.
"It's your fault I get off on the thought of brothers doin' it. I looked at you like a brother before you started molesting me."
"You begged for it," Jay said with a lecherous sneer, running his hand up Adam's thigh.
"Yeah, I did. And I'm begging now," he replied, shoving Jay down on the mattress and straddling his legs. He leaned down and kissed and licked Jay's neck, finding all the spots he knew drove his lover wild. "Time to kick them out. I need you."
"What if they're not ready to leave yet?" Jay asked in an innocent tone, more to get under Adam's skin than to really protest. If Adam kept moaning and humming in his ear like this he would toss the Hardys out himself.
"Then let 'em watch, at this point I don't give a shit," he growled.
"Damn, you are a little perv."
Adam sat up and yanked his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. "Yeah? The thought doesn't make you hard?" He undid Jay's pants and reached inside, finding him just as stiff as he'd expected, and stroking him through his boxers.
"You make me hard," Jay said with a groan, reaching out to brush his fingers across Adam's bare stomach.
"I know," Adam smirked, then leaned down for a kiss. He kept running his hand over Jay's dick as he breathed soft words into his ear. "But I see the way Matty looks at you. I know you think about his lips on your hard cock."
Jay shuddered and grabbed Adam, rolling them over and pinning him to the mattress. "Only thing I can think about right now is your ass riding my hard cock." He bent and nipped at his beloved's chest, relishing the soft whimpers that filled his ears. He took a nipple in his teeth and tugged, his hips still thrusting his clothed erection into Adam's palm.