Part Six


"Soooo..." Kane began as they exited the elevator.

"Does Matt seem strange to you?"

"Uh... No? ... Yes? ... Huh?"

"Well, it's just that he spent most of the night whispering with Edge in a corner. I think he might be up to something."

"You wanna stay with me?"

"Sure!" Jeff practically jumped for joy, but restrained himself. "I mean, if you don't mind and all."

"Not at all. There's an extra twin bed."

"Oh... Good..."

They headed towards Kane's hotel room. Jeff didn't want to seem ungrateful. But the whole point of him staying with Kane was to perhaps steal a kiss or two. Or perhaps find something more. It really was nice that Kane was being a gentleman about the whole thing. He'd even let Jeff sit on his lap the whole time, even though he claimed that Taker had forced him.

Kane didn't know that he'd been awake the whole time. He'd kept shifting around in hopes of getting some sort of rise out of him. But there was nothing. Sure, Kane had held onto him protectively. But it wasn't what he'd been after. And Jeff refused to let the night end without him getting more than a gently embrace.

"So, did you enjoy the pixie sticks?" he asked as they entered the room.

"Actually," Kane started, "I haven't tried them yet. They're still in my coat pocket."

"Well!" Jeff exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips, barely stifling a giggle. "That just won't do." Walking over to the chair that the coat was haphazardly tossed onto, he riffled through the pockets until he came across the bag of candy. "Can't let these babies go to waste."

Kane sat at the foot of one of the beds. "And what do you propose we do about it?"

He pretended to be deep in thought. "I think we should end this night with a bit of taste testing."

"Sounds like a plan. How should be start?"

"First, you have to take off your mask."

"No. Next?"

"Come on! It's just me and I'm not about to run away."

"I don't know..."

Jeff solemnly placed his hand over the bag of candy. "I swear, on this bag of pixie sticks, that if I run screaming from this room, you have my full permission to kill me... assuming you catch me." He could see that Kane was still in doubt. "Besides, it'll be fun!"

"Okay. But just this once."

Kane's hands were trembling as he reached behind his head to undo the clasp. Seeing that this was going to be a bit of an emotional strain, Jeff rushed over to his aid. He dropped the bag of treats on the bed and, placing a knee on each side of him, straddled his thighs.

"Let me," he whispered, pushing Kane's hands away. Finally managing to remove the offending mask, he tossed it on the nearby bed. "Now let me get a look at you."

Using his fingers to push the silky brown hair away from his face, Jeff pulled him close. Their faces were mere inches apart as he studied the man's seldom seen features. He marveled at how Kane's intense blue eyes could display both fear and defiance at the same time. His jaw clenched and unclenched as the silent seconds stretched into minutes.

"Well?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Well what?"

"What do you think?"

"I think," he started, his fingers tangling tighter in Kane's hair, "you look good enough to eat."

Closing the distance between them, he nibbled on Kane's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Moaning, Kane wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist, pulling him closer. He leaned back, taking Jeff with him, until his back was pressed against the mattress, the younger Hardy grinding his hips into Kane's stomach.

Suddenly, Jeff broke the kiss, coming up for air. Reaching for the bag of candies, he smiled and removed a stick. Ripping the top off, he looked down into Kane's questioning eyes. "Red," he said, "is my favorite flavor." He emptied the contents into his mouth, tossed the empty straw over his shoulder, and locked Kane in another searing kiss.

~*~

"Come on, Edge!" Matt whispered.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Do you really expect this thing to work?"

"Of course. I thought of it." Matt slipped the keycard into the slot and, when the green light lit up, turned the knob. "Now let's do it!"

Edge looked into the bag that Matt had shoved into his hands. "But what are we going to do with Wesson Oil?"

~*~

Fifteen minutes later, Jeff had already gotten rid of Kane's shirt as well as his own. He now was bent on showing Kane the lovely taste of the orange flavored dust. Lying on his back, he slowly poured the candy onto his bare chest. He started from his collarbone, drawing a line down his chest, and ended just above his bellybutton.

"What a lovely display," Kane said, placing himself between Jeff's legs. "I hope you don't mind if I start down here."

As a warm tongue swept over his belly, all Jeff could do was squeak.

~*~

"I really don't think Lita's gonna like this," Edge whispered, pouring the contents of the bottle all over the bathroom floor.

"Well, payback's a bitch, Edgy-kins."

"Yeah, yeah..." Edge stepped into the bedroom and took the can of shaving cream out of the gym bag. Pointing the can at a nearby pillow, he paused. "Wait a minute... What did you call me?"

~*~

"Which one should we try next?"

Jeff sifted through the bag. "How about purple?"

Kane laughed. "You mean grape?"

"No. Purple. When dealing with pixie sticks, one refers to the color, not the flavor."

"So, where should we put it?"

"I think I have a pretty good idea."

Placing the stick on the bed, Jeff slithered down Kane's body, stopping at the button of his jeans. Grinning from ear to ear, he unfastened them, and hooking his thumbs in the waistband, pulled down both Kane's jeans and boxers. Rising to his knees, he smiled at a blushing Kane and, retrieving the pixie stick, said, "I have seen the mountain; and it is good."

~*~

"Matthew Moore Hardy!"

Groaning, Kane cracked open his eyes and quickly shaded them from the offending sunlight. "What are those kids up to now?" he asked to no one in particular.

Feeling the warm body shifting beneath him, Jeff groggily woke up. "What's going on?"

"Run, Edge! Run!"

"What the hell are they doing?"

"You wanna get up and find out?" Kane asked.

"Get up? As in 'get out of bed'?"

"Uh huh."

"No. Too comfy." To prove his point, he snuggled closer to him.

"Well, we'll let them solve their own problem." He kissed the top of Jeff's head.

"So, what was your favorite flavor?"

"Guess." Repositioning himself, he kissed Jeff's neck and shoulder.

"Blue?"

"No. Guess again." Moving lower, he swirled his tongue around one nipple.

"Orange?"

"Nope." He dipped his tongue into Jeff's bellybutton. "Would you like a hint?"

"Yes! Please!"

Licking his lips, he moved slightly lower, surrounding Jeff with his warm mouth.

For the second time in his life, Jeff Hardy squeaked.


End