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In the Glimpse of an Eyebeat	By : Ashura77 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 4 (Chapters 9-11)
(This fic is cross-posted on ff.net, I’m putting always a couple of chapters together into one over here ;-))
(Would be nice if I got some Reviews, it’s always nice to know what people like and what not, so please, don’t be shy and REVIEW, thanx )
{Boston, the Smackdown Show on the 4th }
{ Took me many thinking if I liked this chapter or not, still thought I’d post it since my crazy mind had offered it to me, hope you’ll enjoy the reading}
(So, for better understanding after all the movement, they are sitting from right to left, Hunter, Batista, Shawn, Glenn, Jeff, Mark, Hunter being the first on the bench as Mark is the last, or the other way round lol)
Glenn had followed the squeezing up close, ready to intervene in case of actual harm done to Jeff, he wasn’t sure of what was happening and what his brother was about to do, but even in his state he clearly came to terms with fucking with his brother, it was a no-go and he’d better stop, and by the way, get back into the good graces and be able of sleeping in a bed, “Yo Mark, can I stay in our room, please, I’ll keep my mouth shut”, there was a little laughter before a growl interrupted it, “No”, Mark was in no mood for discussion, and this was his way of giving his baby brother a lesson, knowing well he wouldn’t have to sleep in the cold, but his feelings towards Jeff started messing with his head, he wasn’t sure if there had been a connection or whatever, but he too had been lost in Jeff’s eyes, and the anger at his brother was raising with the realisation that he may have been right all along, “I may be nice enough to give you your stuff, but now don’t push it bro, I’ve had it”, better say something about it before they all start guessing again and all, he looked at Jeff who was playing with the beer bottle, gaze lost into the nowhere…
But instead of immediately slapping him back into reality, Mark contemplated the younger man for a little moment, taking good measure, feeling nearly save to do so, Batista following what was happening from the opposite side of the table and smiling, wondering what had happened between those two and thinking about asking Mark on their way to Boston, maybe just to tickle a little information out of him, Dave was in no way as obviously curious as Hunter or Shawn, or even as Glenn for the matter, he was a lot more subtle and ingenious when it came to getting the right informations from the right people, and seeing the glances those two were having, one staring a hole in the table and the other one one in Jeff, they had gotten him intrigued, intrigued enough to dearly want to find out…
Mark sighed, and slapped him in the neck, “Wake up punk”, and Jeff snapped out of his reveries, looking at him, taunting him, “Ouch, what”, his eyes locked with Mark’s again as his hand was massing his neck, and a warm fuzzy feeling started flowing through him as he tried to decypher Mark’s thoughts, feeling he thought came from the booze and all, “What are you looking at punk?”, Mark was definetely a little at a loss, there was no reason for him to enjoy Jeff looking at him that way and still he couldn’t help but feel at ease with it, “Nothing… You…”, Mark couldn’t believe it, “You’re calling me nothing?”, “No, that is not what I said, is it?”…
Dave chose that moment to interrupt them, “What time did you want to leave for Boston Mark”, it took Mark a good twenty seconds, they all counted in their heads with taquin smiles on their faces as Mark was staring some more at Jeff, to let his gaze move and to look at Dave who tried to hide his smile to obviously but failed, “What are you grinning at Dave? And what the hell do I know, when does the plane take off?”, he gave Jeff’s hand a slap as he saw it crawl up to take the Tequila, “And you have had enough punk”
Dave ignored their little games and continued, “There was talk about two different flights, one tomorrow”, he checked his watch, “well today in the afternoon and one tomorrow morning”, Jeff tried again at just that moment and caught the bottle, glaring at Mark, “Don’t, you’re such an ass”, making him smile, “We need to get a babysitter for Hardy first Dave, I don’t think leaving him alone with noone to teach him a lesson will work out fine”, he gave Jeff a glare and murmured, “Brat”
Mark earned himself a nice pout and an elbow in his side, Hunter decided to intervene, “We’ll watch the kid, you’re heading straight for Jersey Jeff?”, leaving Jeff quite speechless, he couldn’t shed the feeling that he was the center of the next mockery “Yeah”, “Wednesday’s Flight?”, “Yup”, “Cool, you can join Shawn and me, the more the merrier, we’ll give you some insights…”, he looked at Glenn, “And you? Coming with us too?” , Glenn aknowledging by downing a Tequila with Hunter, “Yes, cool, nobody will have to travel alone… Hey, Jeff”, Glenn looked at him, “You’re rooming with you’re bro in what the hell that place is called?”
Jeff smiled sweetly to himself, Glenn was right, it was the first time since he had fought with his brother that he wouldn’t have to travel alone, maybe he could lose that feeling of loss and hurt with people around him, even if Marks way of treating him sometimes annoyed him, he had always admired him, and Shawn even more, so being able of hanging out with them, hell, being invited to hang out with them was just too good to be true, and it started now, he really didn’t feel in the mood to speak about his troubles with Matt now, not with them, not with the reasons of their dispute, he glanced at Glenn and shook his head, trying to hide his hurt, “Nope, I don’t even know if he’s going to be there, haven’t spoken to him for some time”, only Glenn saw the flicker of hurt cross the emerald eyes and patted him on the shoulder, even if he and Mark had had scenarios that pictured them as ennemies, they never took it backstage, “You can room with me, I lost my roomie today”, he glanced at his brother pulling his tongue in the most childish way he managed, “and I don’t like to be alone, so if you don’t mind we could share a room, and I swear I don’t snort”, he didn’t even know why the Hardy-freak had told him that earlier…
“Sure, ok, why not, maybe it will do me some good to be around people”, it had slipped him and had been just a murmure, barely audible but for Glenn and Mark, Glenn ignored it, happy to have found a new roommate, at least for the next show, after that he’d have to crawl up his brother’s ass to be forgiven, and Mark did his best not to flinch at the sadness he had sensed in those words…
“God I’m glad I’m not in that plane”, Mark got the bottle back and served himself, “Wednesday morning sounds fine to me Dave, if that’s ok with you that is”, Dave couldn’t help but wonder if Mark had chosen that flight too if he hadn’t known that Jeff was departing that day, but decided not to stand in between whatever was going on, “Sure, fine with me, means we can get wasted to death and rest tomorrow, first one fainting or vomitting loses”, leaving Mark a little shocked, “the mature one has spoken it seems”
There was another laughter, but Shawn who had been counting something on his fingers suddenly screeched, “18 Tequilas, I lost the count of the beers and the shots we had before you all got here”, he sighed, “Hunter, this might well become an new record of after Raw-drinkings, jeez… Hand me that Tequila back guys”
Glenn got the bottle and served himself, than gave Jeff a glance who was still efficiently pouting at the Deadman, the alcohol on the empty stomach took it’s toll on him and pouting seemed to be the right answer to the comments the older man was giving him all the time, and served him too, shaking his head and then gave the bottle to Shawn, “And please don’t get sick Shawn, feeling proud of such an amount ain’t mature you know”, Glenn was laughing at him, Jeff interjecting, “Yeah, but he doesn’t get your brother’s wiseass remarks now does he”, only to have Mark sigh again and growl, “This can’t be true” and Shawn giggle, “Yeah, but I’m older, way older than you sprite and he knows that annoying me will get him into trouble, right Mark”
Everytime he heard Jeff open his mouth it felt like a waterfall of feelings that washed over him, and the only way Mark could explain that was that the alcohol made him more receptive and that he had never really bothered to talk to the boy, so he wasn’t used to the timber of his voice, period, what else should it be, “Whatever kids”, Dave found Marks way of coping with the punks remarks too weird, never had he seen the mighty Deadman so lost nearly, yeah lost semed to be the right way to explain it, like he didn’t know what to do and how to react in front of Jeff, and since he was as straight as they come, he didn’t understand, some guys had some fun backstage, but as far as he knew Mark had never been part of any of those acts, so it couldn’t be infatuation could it, maybe the fact that Jeff didn’t care who Mark was, who the Undertaker was and just treated him like the next best opponent, not giving a rat’s ass about the consequences, like a month ago, well he finally had gotten the beating he deserved, but that seemed to only have fueled the kid more.
It struck Dave that the more this evening passed, the more Mark seemed to look at Jeff, and the more he provoked him too, because whenever Jeff was quiet, Mark seemed to be the one searching for the next bickering by pushing the kid some more, and he didn’t want to see his friend nearly helpless, so he decided to bring up a subject that would have everybody involved…
“So Mark, fighting Angle this Friday right, the next fool to challenge you”, giving a friendly smile to Jeff trying to show him this was just a sweet little provocation and no real verbal attack, “ready to lose your title Deadman?”, Mark just gave a little snort and shaking his head, “That match will get a lot easier than the one I had today, well yesterday, since it’s passed midnight by long, so no, I’ll just get in there and get out, no real risk of losing my pretty belt this time”, Jeff just gazed at him amazed at what he had just heard, thinking that the next mockery would follow for he couldn’t believe he actually meant that, but nothing, as if Mark was so sure of what he had just said that he didn’t need to continue talking about it, he started chewing on the ring that ornated his lower lip and mumbled, “Stop fucking with me man”, only to have the Taker look at him equally disturbed, “Hein? What are you talking about Hardy, if I had fucked you, I swear you’d still feel it, so what now”, “Stop mocking me, why is it that everybody always has to pick on me, I’m really tired of that, so tired”, downing the next drink that just added to his now mellow mood, why did he have to come here, whenever he started like feeling as if he belonged, Mark made sure he knew he didn’t…
Dave read the dispair in Jeff’s eyes faster than Mark, Hunter just looking at the kid trying to figure out what had happened in his life to make him doubt like that, Glenn and Shawn were busy annoying each other about the bottle and still quite oblivious to the down toll the general mood had just taken, “I think all Mark wanted to do, Mark correct me if I’m wrong, was to give the merits to the one who deserved them, like I said, I haven’t seen your match, but they all were amazed at what you accomplished Jeff, hell even I was amazed at their amazement”
“I still lost didn’t I”, Jeff sighed sadly at that fact, and Mark snapped, his fist went slamming on the table, making the bottles cling, “Enough”, he added much more softly after having seen him flinch, Glenn and Shawn glare, “Yeah you lost, so what Hardy? Get over it, many of us lost matches they dearly wanted to win, you’ll get that damn title one day, so why do you need to rush things, and stop chewing on you lip you’re bleeding already”, the fact of seeing the hurt in his eyes and the blood drip from his lip nearly made him even angrier and the fact that Mark couldn’t explain that to himself made him snap even more, “Behave like a man for fuckin’ sakes”, he nearly had lost and now Jeff tried to act as if that hadn’t been the case, man, Mark thought he was losing it with the kid…
Jeff just continued playing with his piercing, staring down the bottle then refilled his glass, drank and refilled, once he’d be drunk enough the pain would leave, at least that was how he usually did it, Glenn patted his shoulder, “You smoke too right, how about going out and killing our lungs a little more, I think you could use something to calm your nerves punk”, “I’m perfectly calm Glenn”, “Yeah right, bro, move and let us out please” , Jeff couldn’t even object, he somehow felt to empty to care at this point…
Mark just got up and Glenn pushed Jeff out of the booth, they both had some trouble standing straight, but managed somehow to get to the lobby and exit under the eyes of the others, Glenn pointing to a bench next to some trees, “Let’s go and sit there, wouldn’t want to end on my ass”, and pushed him over, not even giving him time to object. Once he had sat down, he took out his cigarettes and offered one to Jeff, lighted them both and inhaled deeply, “Yeah, I knew I should have come out here earlier”, Jeff didn’t even smile, he just got his legs up and wrapped his arms around, his head on his knees, “Jeff? Can I ask you something”, it took a couple of more puffs to have him turn his head, still laying on his knees toward Kane, he wouldn’t be able of stopping him anyways and shook his head affirmatively, “Don’t get pissed at me or anything, please, ok”, again Jeff shook his head, too tired and to hurt to care, and Glenn recognized that in his eyes, “Man, Jeff, what’s going on in that head of yours”, only to have him laugh bitterly, “Nothing Glenn, I think that’s the main problem, too much, that is second and not the right things coming in a short third”
Inside, Mark had sat down again, lost in his thoughts, Shawn was happy to finally have the bottle to himself, Dave was a little worried and Hunter was thinking about the options they were left with, he had never let someone drown in his sorrow, but he didn’t know Jeff well enough to even start thinking about how to help, “Guys, we have to help the kid”, Dave gave him a aknowledging look, Shawn too and Mark, after realizing what Hunter had just said, “How?”, amazing himself, he wasn’t the caring type, but something about the younger of the Hardy brothers just touched him, “He’s an immature brat, completely fearless and so broken on the inside I don’t think this lifetime will be enough to save him, so you wanna lose some time on him?”, Hunter couldn’t but answer “Yeah”, “Why”, “Hell I don’t know Mark, I think there’s another question that’s more important to be answered first, what is it with you and him”, “Nothing”, “Right”, “Watch it Paul”, Hunter gazed at him, “Aah, we’ve got to Paul know, wanna take it outside big guy”, Dave looked at them, “Yo guys, calm it, now, or I’ll take you outside, both of you, jeez, we’re all drunk, we’re all tired, I don’t think fucking our minds up is going to be helpful to anyone”, he added a lot calmer, “Jeff probably is just very upset about losing, and the booze ain’t helping it, so leave him alone, he just thought you were mocking him Mark, nothing else”, “To the point to nearly rip his own piercing out, great”, finally Shawn snapped out of his reveries, “He’s extreme, and hot by the way, he has that”, Dave slapped him in the neck, “No, don’t Shawn, please, this is serious”, “Yeah, and I am, he’s a little like I was in the past, he won’t take it from any of you, no chance and shit, we’ve all been in worse shape, both mentally and physically than he is tonight, hell I remember crying my eyes out one time I lost, so leave him alone, plus, it isn’t as if he was used to hang out with us and so, he needs to get to know us, really know us not just in the ring and maybe he’ll start to understand our jokes and comments”
“When did you become this reasonable Shawn, if it’s the booze, please stay drunk forever”, Dave gave him a smile, “I think Shawns right, he needs time, he never was one to be around us, let’s show him we appreciate him”, Mark mumbled, “And if I don’t appreciate him?”, only to be laughed at, “What?”, “Nothing Mark, nothing”
Meanwhile Glenn had been staring at Jeff, his answer not really a shock, “Yeah, I know that, it’s tough sometimes you know, to be the younger one”, “Leave Matt out of it”, “Ok, sorry, still I think you give yourself not enough credit Jeff, you’ve accomplished something very big tonight”, “Yeah, I lost, great”, “Jeff… Don’t, sometimes it’s not about winning or losing but about how you play it, and let me tell you that not many got that kind of attention from the Undertaker, your match really got to him, and you were very close to really beat him, again nothing many can say they achieved, so I, hell we all understand your bitterness Jeff, your sorrow, your pain, I think you need to be a little around us all, you may understand how things are sometimes”, “So you’re saying I don’t get things right”, “No”, “That’s what you said”, “No Jeff, argh you really are some piece of work man”, “Yeah, why don’t you leave me before I bore you to death”, “Nope, no luck tonight pal, and I find you interesting, anybody making my brother look like that strikes me as very interesting”
Jeff looked at him, not understanding, “What are you talking about”, “Nothing, just that maybe you’ve got more friends around than you actually believe you have”, “I doubt that”, “Well, than give it a try, what’s there to lose?”, on that Glenn got up and waited for Jeff to join him, slowly getting up wincing, “You’re ok punk?”, “Nooooo”, “Right, can you walk on your own”, “Yeaaah, why, wanna carry me Kane”, he should have better kept his mouth shut, Glenn grinning got him in his arms and lifted him, “If that’s what you want”
They all could here Jeff’s screams and complaints, some things like castration and death, bloodbath beeing issued, and Mark sighed, “Man, that punk never keeps it quiet”, “It’s your brothers fault though Mark, look”, Dave laughed as he pointed towards the two men that were crossing the lobby, apparently Jeff was ok again, trashing in Glenn’s grip, screaming for him to let go of him and Glenn grinning like an idiot not letting go, Shawn stared a while before he got a laughing fit and Hunter just thought about how that could traumatize the kid some more, “Well he definetely will get used to us if your brother keeps his job up like that”, Mark only mumuring, “Unfortunately”
Glenn went straight to the table, apologizing to some other guests of the bar as Jeff, trashing, nearly sent there drinks flying, “Man, could someone please take this package out of my hands, I got it outside on the tree, a gift to us all, but it’s not behaving”, that did it even for Jeff who burst out in a laughter, “Stop it Glenn, my ribs hurt”, “Sorry” and he sat him down, trying his best to shove him into Marks arms, “Sorry again”, Mark sensed Jeff fidget next to him, “Feeling better punk?”, the defiance was back in his eyes, “Yeah, but not thanx to you”, Mark glared at him, “I see you’re still as… as… as… well yeah as before your smoke”, Jeff, just smiled at him, “Yeah, that being cute or great or what word are you’re searching Deadman?”
Glenn was somewhat proud he had managed to get that defiance back into the kid and smiled at Dave who returned the smile and gave him a sign with his head he had done good for once, Hunter just grinning like a madman at the whole situation…
Mark was, again, at a loss of words, and barking at his brother, “You guys smoked pot or what?”, looking at Jeff, “The fresh air made you cocky again boy?”, only to have Jeff murmure at him, “Leave me the fuck alone Mark, I’ve had it with you and your shit for tonight, I’ll give you a call when I get up and am ready for more and you can continue then, until that happens”, he stared at him, eyes a little glazed, “I’d like you to leave me alone, got it”, “Man, the fresh air really got to your head punk”, Mark bended and whispered to Hunter who was closest, “I don’t appreciate him, I swear I don’t”, “Whatever you say Deadman… Jeff, some more Tequila before Shawn empties the bottle again? That’s the first lesson, never leave your bottle with the Heartbreak Kid”, Shawn pulled his tongue at him, “You’re lucky Dave sits between us, I swear I’d show you Hunter”, Jeff grinned at them, finally having made up his mind to give this insanity a go and ignore the Taker, stirred up lesser emotions somehow…
Glenn intervened, “Hope you got it bro”, “As if you hadn’t started this whole mess”, leaving everybody clueless to what the brothers were talking about, they all had their own opinion on it though, “Ah no guys, no more bickering at this table please, we’re all adult, and please, please, no comments this time”, Dave really tried his best to keep his serious look but failed royally, “We should stop hating each other and let the loooove flow no?”, “No, definetely not Batista my dear”, Hunter smiled at him, “The only thing that will flow is Tequila and Beer”, Jeff’s voice was timid but at least he had managed to raise it, “Vodka wouldn’t be bad either”, only to have Glenn smile at him and Shawn clap his hands approving, “And Whisky guys”, Hunter lifted his hands in resignation, “The people have spoken, Vodka and Whisky it shall be”, before getting up and motionning Mark to join him, something about two bottles being too heavy for one guy, but it was crystal clear he wanted to have a chat with the Deadman…
“What”, Marks voice didn’t sound amused when he moved next to Hunter, “Could you leave him alone, he managed to calm down and get back to being himself, so please Mark, don’t make him sad again”, “You think he lost his sadness over a cigarette Hunter?”, “No, of course not, but at least he tries to get involved, hell he managed to ask for something, so please”, “Whatever, but you heard the way he got at me right, just so we’re understanding each other and that you know how bad I’ll have to keep back”, “Wanna punch him or what Mark? Maybe make some more wiseass comments about him”, “I’ve not done one single and you know it, I flattered his skills tonight and he pouted, please, what else can I do”, “Treat him like you do any of us”, Marks voice sounded surprised, “What? Hunter, you’re not serious man”, “Why”, “I… I can’t, I just can’t”, Hunter handed him the Vodka and tilted his head a little giving him another knowing look that dephased the Deadman some more, “Well then you’ll just have to try won’t you”, leaving him standing at the bar and returning back to their table, a malicious yet amused smile on his face, he loved messing with Mark’s head, nothing bad nor hostile, just make him ponder who to kill first, himself or Hunter…
“The Vodka will get here once Death has rejoined us, Glenn your brother is some work”, Dave laughed, “We all are some pieces of work Hunter, we wouldn’t be doing what we do if we weren’t, to some level we’re all complete nutcases, some more, some less, but we wouldn’t be wrestling if we were just your normal regular person, so get used to being around us Hunter”, “Very funny Dave, you know what I meant”…
Glenn had been busy showing Jeff were his piercing was bleeding, not that the punk cared a lot, much to Glenns dispair, somehow he always freaked out about infections and his drunken state made him worried for Hardy, who really didn’t want nor need that kind of attention, but couldn’t get rid of the one hand keeping him in place, squeezing his neck like he was some kind of an animal at the vet’s, “Man Glenn… Glenn… Yo Kane, dammit, stop it, I’m fine”, Shawn nearly died of laughter bending like a madman, Dave couldn’t but chuckle and Hunter whistled, Glenn’s voice only full of concern, “It will get infected”, Jeff sighed deeply and tried to get that hand out of his neck but he couldn’t loosen the grip, “No it won’t, it stopped bleeding already, what are you, my mother or what”, “No, I’m a worried co-worker”, Jeff stared at him than punched him gently, “Ooooh I see, so when you brother kicks me through the ring, do you think about infections or such things too”, “Absolutely not, but now you’re bleeding on our table”, “Am not Glenn”, “Yeah you do”, “No I don’t”, “You bleed in your glass and your beer”, “No”, “Yeah you do”, “well at least the booze got it disinfected right, so let go”, Jeff smiled, knowing he won that one…
Mark was following the little bickering between his baby brother not really knowing what was going on but having a distinct idea, Glenn and his infection phobia, and the sole fact he still thought of Glenn as his baby brother made him smile and hide a blush, and that punk, a little amused, pissed at himself for finding it more than adorable, quite cute and all, the way Jeff was moving to get that hand detached was bordering sensual, but only bordering, that was bad enough for the Deadman to realize, he found the punks windings sensual, nothing worse than to have to admit to such an idiotic thought, it was the booze, hell, he managed to find Shawn sensual too, specially in his younger years, Mark shocked himself with that thought, but the way Jeff’s pants managed to uncover his boxer when he finally managed to shove Glenn’s hand away made Mark snap out of every reverie, nooo, he would have to stop looking at the kid, he was just to annoying, his immature ways, the way he colored his freaky hair, the way he always jumped and danced when he entered the arena, his entrance song made him nuts too, the way he moved, they way he breathed, so intriguing, and than the eyes, really, noooo, and all because of a stupid match his pride had forbidden him to cancel…
He got back, put the bottle on the table and slouched down, glaring at Hunter, “We’re not done”, “I know”, “Good”, “Yeah”, Dave being again the one trying to get the bickering under control, “Soooo, a subject that won’t bring up the next drama… Jeff”, Jeff flinched a little, aware that know that he opened a little they all would jump him with questions, “Your next match? Know already who you’ll wrestle”, Jeff was relieved not to have to try avoiding a personal question, “Yeah, something about a six-men elimination match”, he even managed to let slip before he could scowld himself to keep quiet, “just like the booze has got with us tonight”, Mark couldn’t keep back either, “And now he gets funny… Open that damn Vodka bottle, you order it, you open it… And”, both Hunter and Dave glared at him but that just encouraged Mark to continue, “You really are bleeding kiddo”, “AM NOT… Don’t you think I’d feel it if it bled”
Mark sighed and moved his hand to his lip to collect some of the fluid without really thinking about what he was doing, touching the Hardy-punk gently, trying not to apply pressure on what seemed to be a bitescratch, “Here, see, red… Blood, unless you spit in color too Sprite”, that made even Jeff grin widely, “Damn, yeah, sorry, both of you for not believing you”, Glenn only shook his head, “Wow, and now the infection risk is really there, that dirty hand…”, “My hand ain’t dirty brother”, “Mind if I doubt that”, “I’ll lend him my creme, the one I have for my earring”
Jeff grinned it even more, “Uuuuh, earring, how extreme Mark”, “Shut up punk, it got pierced, see”, and Mark showed him, Jeff pretending very badly and very amused to believe him, before Mark started shaking his head, “Now I lost it too, great… I never had such a… such a night like this”
Dave used that moment to continue his question, “You know who will be in that Match?”, “Nope, just got a mail with the date and the location, guess it will be a surprise” Jeff shrugged, he couldn’t care less who he would be facing, there was no title on the line and that was his biggest downer for the moment, Dave poured himself some Whisky in his glass, “And Vengeance guys… Anyone knows what kind of match they’ll be in?”, Hunter’s throat exited something close to a giggle “Aaah, we shouldn’t talk about the future that’s more than a week away Dave”, “Really, why”, “’Cause”, “Right, ok, so Vengeance means drama and we won’t talk about it, our Game is not feeling at ease with that subject”, “No, I just say probably no-one knows that’s all”, “Aaah ok, if you say so”, “Yeah, let’s talk about what we’ll do tomorrow, I mean today, after a couple of hours of sleep”, Shawn’s voice already sounded as if he had some trouble moving his tongue correctly, “Sleep some more, I swear, no more swimming or gym or sauna, noooo, just a comfy bed and sleep”, “Shawn you getting old”, “No, drunk”, “Then get some water”, “Yeah right, do I need a shower that badly?”
The Vodka finally got opened, Jeff pouring into his glass, downing, pouring, downing pouring, ignoring the raised eyebrows for a little minute, grinning, “What, If I got it right, always collect before giving the bottle to Shawn no?”, Mark inhaled deeply, trying not to let out whatever crossed his mind, Shawn pouted amused, Glenn had a laughing fit, Dave only had concern in his eyes before laughing too and Hunter leaned over and patted his shoulder, “Good boy, you’re learning fast” , he added grinning at Shawn, “See, he knows you too already, no more emptying our bottles for you”, “But he can”, Shawn still had problems talking straight, or looking straight for the matter, “No, he just showed you how silly your behaviour is”, “Now it’s him teaching me, great”, “No, it’s us teaching you, Jeff just took the lead on this, and he’s less drunk than you”
Mark growled, “Not for any longer if he continues like that”, before he stared at Michaels, “You’re not starting that Am not, Am Yes, Am not shit too now right, really, if somebody listens to us, they’ll think we had one too many falls on our heads guys, seriously”, Jeff looked at him and shook his head, pretending to close his mouth with a key, murmuring through closed lips, “Talk for yourself Deadman”, “I managed to get that punk”, he looked at him innocently, shrugging his shoulders before pouring him a glass of Vodka, great, now he would have to empty that glass before getting Whisky in it, “You know I don’t really like Vodka”, “No I don’t, or didn’t”, “Yeah, well now I’ll have to drink it, thanx a lot”, “You’re welcome”, “I really don’t hope so boy”, with that Mark disgustedly downed the Vodka before nearly gagging on it and served himself immediately some Whisky, “Awful, how can you drink that punk”, “I swallow it”, Glenn had some trouble not to burst out in laughter, “So funny”, Mark downed more than one Whisky, feeling a nice heat developp itself in his body and he leaned back, resting his head back and smiling…
Dave got the Whisky back to their side, filling his and Hunters glasses, Shawn having his head propped on his fists, elbows propped on the table, and dangerously getting a hanger towards Glenn, who grinning was ready to wake him properly the second he’d fall asleep and drop to his side, Jeff was sitting on one of his legs, a little turned and staring at Mark, thinking he could get away with it, it went good for at least two minutes, then Mark opened his eyes and saw him stare and stop every movement, he even stopped breathing, the intensity of the hazed eyes making him nearly shudder before collecting himself and growling, “There’s something wrong with my face”, “No, I just check who’d fall asleep first, you or Shawn that’s all, don’t get any ideas”, “What ideas”, “None”, “Then don’t mention it punk, and I’m never the one to quit, so stop hoping, Shawn’s your man on this”, Jeff was glad he had managed to quickly find an excuse and was quite proud of himself on this one, “Yeah, tough luck I guess”, “Why? Wanna see me completely wasted”, “No”, “You’re not making any sense Jeff”, “I never do”, “That I noticed, thank you”, Dave laughed, “I don’t believe it”, and then there was the first victim of the booze to go down, Glenn reacting and keeping Shawn up straight then slapped him an the cheek, “Rise beauty”, only to have Shawn flinching and waking, looking around a little lost, “What”, “You just fell asleep”, “Did not”, Mark just hissed, “Did toooooo, you should go to bed Shawn”, “Not yet”, “Great”
Jeff was slowly starting to feel very drunk too, and yawning he shook his head as Mark looked at him, “No, don’t, please, Not yet either”, earning himself a growl, “You’re slourching too”, “Is that a verb?”, “Yes it is”, “Okay, if you say so”, Shawn added, “And that’s the bottom line”, imitating Stone Cold’s voice very badly and downing another glass full of Vodka, gagging somehow on it, “Woouh, watch it Shawn”, Glenn moved closer to Jeff by reflex and very fast, making him tumble into Mark since his position hadn’t been so great from the beginning, and head in Marks lap Jeff actually managed to blush for the first time this evening, “Oh shit, sorry Mark”, “Sure you are”, and pushing him back up he did he’s best not to react too much, man, his brother was a real pain in the ass, and Hardy felt way to good close like that, that being again put on the count of the booze, and Glenn in the ennemy camp, “You’re a fucking moron Glenn you know that?”, “It wasn’t his fault, I should have watched out a little too”, “You’re both insanly annoying”, Jeff just shrugged and looked at Glenn who did the same, “Man bro, don’t be such a cranky bitch”, “WHAT?”, “Yeah, stop growling and acting like that, he’s sorry, I’m sorry, so ssshhhhh”, “WHAT”, Jeff fidgeted nervously between the two men, “Yo guys, you should calm down ok”, only to get the glare on him, “Back to being a coward?”, “NO, you really are a cranky bitch you know, it was an accident, nothing happened”, “Nothing happened?”
Mark lost himself in his thoughts, well yeah, technically nothing had happened and yes his reaction was a little huge, but really, did the punk really have to land in his lap, with that face of his, no, not really and yet he did, and that bothered Mark, not the fact that he had, but that actually, he had found it quite pleasing, and that was a major issue, not to speak about the cranky bitch his brother had offered him and that Jeff had used too, “Ok, so you both get it, I’m no cranky bitch, I’m an annoyed person, there’s a difference”, Shawn used that moment to open it again too, “Nope, there’s not”
Jeff giggled and got the bottle back, “Hey, it’s nearly empty”, “You knew it would”, “Argh”, and then the Vodka was down and Jeff was leaning back, needing something to keep him sitting straight, the walk to the room would be bitchier than Mark, that just made him giggle more, Shawn tried to lay down, failing miserably, “Shawn man, stop that”, Dave pushed him away, “Ouch”, “Yeah right”, Dave tried to reason a little, “We should call it a night guys, really, before someone vomits or worse”, “There’s worse?”, it had slipped Jeff, head back an eyes closed, lucky for him, he didn’t see the glare Mark gave him before adding “Yeah, really, blood and broken bones for instance”, Jeff’s eyes snapped open and he looked at him, feeling a sense of near neausea built up, and it wasn’t because of Mark, fucking Vodka, “What”, “Nothing, since you’ve got no Vodka left, neither does anybody else, the Whisky is empty, no more beer, bed-time punk”, “Ooh ok”, he didn’t feel ready to move, but since Mark had already started getting up, Hunter too, standing an awful shakely, Dave following, dragging Shawn over the bench, “I’ll need help with this one Hunter”, “I need help with myself you know”, “thanx a lot man”, Glenn moved to their side and started pushing Shawn from the other side, “I’ll help you, I think I’ll manage standing straight”
“No kidding bro”, and then unfortunately for him Jeff got up and stumbled, dropping straight into him, and Mark, by reflexe put his arm around his waist, “Watch it Punk”, only to have a wince in response, “Yeah sorry, but I’m not sure there’s any spot on your body I didn’t pound into, so I don’t know if this will work less painfully”, “Thanx for reminding me and please”, his emerald gaze looked a lot like the one he had given him in the ring, when Mark’s senses had completely lost it and in his opinion his purgatory had started, “Yeah punk”, “Don’t let go of me, I’m not capable of walking alone”, “Oh really, then don’t tempt me, and you silly excuses for men should all stop grinning, you’re in no better shape than he is… Drunken bunch you are”
They all tried not to react to the protectivness Mark’s voice had suddenly taken, only passed the two men grinning, Mark hitting Hunter in the neck, “You’re an idiot”, “Thanx”, as Dave and Glenn moved Shawn forward to the elevators, Mark tried, and really tried for an unknown reason to hurt Jeff as less as possible, somehow managing and Hunter walked with them, “Man, we really have exagerated tonight”, “You’re not saying”, Glenn waited for them to get to the elevators too then looked at his brother with puppy eyes, “Mark, please, can I stay in our room”, “No”, “Man, don’t be an ass”, “I’m not, you were, now you collecting that’s all”, “Please”, “Absolutely not… Jeff, what room you’re in, you remember”, he got a worthy pout, “517, at least if I remember correctly”, Glenn tried a last move hoping Jeff would be too drunk to argue about it for long, “Jeff… please, can we change rooms, please, I’m wasted and I need a bed to sleep in”, “What, eeh Glenn man, I don’t know”, there was a cling and the elevator had arrived, they entered, Mark mumbling, “Jeff, give that idiot your keycard so he shuts up”, “I don’t know”Dave saw the near despair Jeff was in and intervened, “You can have my room, it’s a single too, and I’ll stay with you Mark”, “We have room 502, that makes not many change, you’re what room?”, “712”, Jeff, half asleep and finding his objections suddenly very silly, a bed was a bed and the way he felt he’d rather lay in a bed than to have to discuss the subject in an elevator, “It’s ok man”, he managed after several tries to get the card out of his backpocket and handed it to Glenn, “Don’t touch my stuff though”, “Never would”, “Ok”
Hunter’s face had gotten impassible, not betraying any emotion, so now Mark didn’t mind rooming with the punk, this became better and better with each minute, “We’re neighbours, we’re in 504”, “A blast, thanx for notifying me… Yo punk, don’t fall asleep yet”, Mark just stared back at Hunter and shook Jeff a little making him wince, “Ouch, don’t, my whole body aches”, “That comes from wrestling with the big guys”, “Not funny Shawn”, “Now wait ‘till you get fucked by a big guy”, nobody spoke anymore, Jeff became pale and Mark speechless, a real rage building up inside, “Someone please shut that freak before I do, permanently, You’ve lost your mind Michaels or what”, Dave did his usual slapping, “You’re such an moron sometimes”, “Sorry”, he grinned at them but seeing Jeff’s near panick face, “Noooo Jeff, it’s ok, he won’t, I wasn’t talking about him, jeez, I was joking”, “Not funny Shawn”, “Well, I still find it funny though”, luckily for everybody they arrived, and Dave pushed Shawn in Hunter’s and Glenn’s arms, “Good night everybody, see you later, let’s say a late lunch?”, “Yeah, sounds fine”, Hunter actually still hoped to find someone to join him on some activities…
They moved down the floor, slowly and Glenn stopped at his new room, “Night guys, and sorry to make you switch rooms like that Jeff, I appreciate, really”, “Humm, yeah, night”, Jeff was more asleep than wake, and becoming heavier and heavier in Marks arms who was glad when he got to his room, he pushed Jeff against the door, Hunter trying to hold him up a little and not let Shawn drop, “Can you put him on the bed and help me with Shawn?”, “I’d rather not, I might hurt him”, “Mark please”, “Yeah, give me a sec”, Mark took Hardy by the waist again, and started moving him towards the bed, “Stay here”, but Jeff just dropped, eyes closed and fell immediately asleep, Mark going back to Hunter to help him carry and put to bed Shawn, before making sure Hunter too got to bed safely…
Dave opened his door and started undressing, smiling, he’d never had a night out with them like that, and he always, since the beginning had found Jeff’s skills stunning, so meeting the guy had been fun too, if not for the obvious akwardness between the Taker and him, which really intrigued him, at least now he’d have a nice subject to bring up in the plane…
Glenn on the otherhand, didn’t smile, well yes, at least he had a bed, but he made Jeff room with Mark which both of them hadn’t seemed fond of, even if he still believed their was something going on there, he felt a little guilty while moving Jeff’s stuff to the floor and heading straight for the bed and falling asleep within five minutes…
When Mark got back he sighed loudly, that punk was really gonna make him crazy tonight, and inhaling he approched him and started taking off his shoes and his pants, marvelling at his pain resistance, his body was nicely covered in bruises and cuts, before pulling the cover over Jeff and moving towards the bathroom, this had really been a weird an nerv-wrecking evening, day, and night, he glanced at his watch, 5:32, great, the sun would be up soon, he cleaned up and went to bed too, trying to ignore the calm sound of Jeff’s breathing, the images of their fight resurfacing, that boy really prooved to be one tough son of a bitch, and even if he somewhat acted immature and made him crazy, he couldn’t but respect his fierce will and fearlessness, cause that was what it was bordering on, he had been surprised by more than one move and felt the pain in some parts of his body too, but too tired and drunk he too dwelled out into a colorful dream…
Dave was the first to emerge, sometime after one, and stretching he got up and headed to take a nice shower, his head pounding a little but nothing a little pill couldn’t take care of, he stayed in the shower for a long moment, water running down his neck and head a little inclined, moving slowly and letting the events of the night resurface, yeah, too much drinking and bickering, just as usually when they went out, just that this time a new face had joined them, he couldn’t but grin thinking about Jeff and Mark, yeah, right, they were rooming, Dave’s grin grew only larger as images of those two came back to him…
Jeff woke up with a hiss, his whole body shaking by pain and soreness, not to mention that headache that was nearly killing him, he didn’t want to open his eyes, there were weird noizes around him, why was there noize in the first place, that realization made him open his eyes and try to sit up in bed, but his back just didn’t want to work and it took him several minutes before he managed to roll somewhat in a sitting position and glanced over to the other bed, a little lost, not remembering how he ended up here…
Mark stood there, leaning against the bathrooms doorframe and had watched Jeff’s struggle the whole time, the first wince having drawn his attention away from his hair drying to the huddled form in the bed, man, it was bordering painful for the Taker to stay there and not do anything, even if he too was somehow very amazed at finding that the second bed was occupied but someone else than his brother, but the events had come back very rapidly to the Deadman and now he made the next decision that made him flinch and rather not think about. He went back to the tube and started letting the water flow, a nice temperature a little more on the hot side than the cold and added some oils he used when his body ached, he didn’t have to look for them long, he had used them earlier, feeling slightly battered too then sighed and went back to the doorframe…
Jeff hadn’t moved, somewhat sitting, propped on his left arm and breathing heavily, there was not a single spot on his body that didn’t scream and all he wanted to do was to find out were he was and then go back to sleep, that night out had taken it’s toll on him, and the fact that he hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours didn’t help the nauseatic state he was a little in…
“You’re finally awake punk”, Jeff startled and turned his head, his eyes betraying his incomprehension at the situation, “Why”, “Don’t remember I see”, “Not really”, “Too drunk, switched rooms with Glenn”, “Why”, “Cause he was an ass”, “Right, right”, Jeff winced some more as Mark approched his bed, “There’s a hot bath waiting for you, but I warn you Hardy”, his eyes became menacing, “You tell someone I did that for you, I’ll make you feel worse than you do already, got that”, “For what it’s worth, worse I don’t think worse is achievable Taker”, “Believe me it is, now get up and move your ass to that tube”, which was of course a lot easier to say as to actually do, and Mark knew that but nevertheless he wasn’t ready to help him, why, he wasn’t his nanny and if the punk wanted to wrestle the way he did he’d have to suffer the consequences all by himself, they all had to learn the hard way…
Not a second after standing Jeff winced even more, his whole body felt like rigid and sore and every move was sheer horror, and Mark, not a very patient person couldn’t but stop in his tracks, shirt in his hand, “You’re ok?”, “Yeah”, “Humm, mind if I doubt that”, “What do you care”, “Aaah, we’re back to defiant, nice”, Jeff tried to ignore the pain and continued moving slowly towards the bathroom, “Noo”, his voice betraying the strength he needed to do so, and Mark annoyed by the lack of movement just threw his shirt on the bed sighing again and joined Jeff, put his hands around the younger man’s waist making him flinch and shake a little, “I’ll help you, it’s torture to watch you punk”, “I can do it”, “That I doubt Jeff, let me help you”, “I can do it”, that did it for Mark who snapped and growled straight into Jeff’s ear, making him flinch even more violently, “No you can’t dammit, why don’t you just shut it and let me take care of you for fuckin’s sake, nobody will know, I just don’t want to lose fucking 3 hours ‘till you’re ready to go and have lunch”, Jeff winced and turned his head, his emerald gaze focusing on Mark amazed, “What?”, “What what punk?”, “What did you just say”, “That I want you to get ready on time, I’m sure Dave’s already on his way down and so is Hunter”, “Before that”, “before what”, “Argh Mark, don’t be like that”, “Ah yeah, I told you to shut up”, “Right”
Their bickering had increased in decibels the longer it took and there was a knock coming from the wall, leaving them both a little confused, before hearing a voice they both knew very well scream, “Shut up you silly fucks” and another voice, “Sorry… Lunch guys? You’ve heard of Dave already?”, there was a loud bang on the other side and Jeff, not really able of standing this long leaned a little back against the strong chest behind him amazed at how soft the skin felt against his shoulders, giggling, “Man, they never stop do they?”, “They are like you punk”, “Yeah right”, Mark cleared his voice and shouted, “Yeah, say in 40 minutes, the punk will be ready by then and no, should call him”, only to have Jeff turn and pout, “I wanted to go back to bed man”, “Tough luck kid” and he started shoving Jeff delicately into the bathroom as Hunter yelled, “What room, 618 right?”, Jeff mumbled, “No, 712” and Mark laughing yelled, “712 you drunken bastard”, “Well, I hope you can get undressed and in the tube yourself punk”, Jeff detached himself a little embarassed, “Yeah of course”
Mark turned and got out, hearing a soft “Thanx Mark” as he exited the bathroom and leaned the door closed, in case of a fall or problem he’d hear it, and if someone had been able to see him they’d see a sweet smile cross his lips for merely a second as he went to grab his shirt and put it on…
The loud bang had been provoked by Hunter, woken up by Shawn’s screamings, had had enough of his friend and had jumped on him, pounding on him softly and then making him fall of the bed, but there was no way Shawn would get up already, and so Hunter helped him back to bed and went for the shower to wake his body and mind, more mind, he took a couple of painkillers and let the water rain down on him…
Dave on his way down decided to go and check on Glenn, since he too roomed alone and was known for sleeping ‘till someone deemed waking him and it took a couple of minutes before the door opened revealing a still half sleeping Glenn who growled at him, left the door open and returned to bed. Dave entered slowly, now he could see for himself if the boy really always left such a mess as some people had started gossiping, but apparently, either Glenn had cleaned the room or the gossip was just stupid talk. “Glenn, coming for lunch”, “Noooo”, “You sure”, “Oooooh yeah”, “Ok, want me to wake you again later”, “Noooo”, “Ok”, “Bye”, “Yeah, get lost Batista”, Glenn felt like a train had hit him, and that added to the fact that six hours was not nearly enough to recuperate after such an evening, he could but feel sorry for Hardy, which made him grow a very bad conscience, the boy was notorious for sleeping like a rock but his brother would see to changing that today, ah man, life was really a bitch, “Dave wait, yeah, just gonna shower and be there, damn, not fair if I stay in bed and Jeff has my bro on his ass”, “You don’t know that”, “Yeah I do, I know my brother, and if just to annoy the punk he’ll wake him and chase him to the shower and to the lunch table, believe me”, “Ok, I’ll check on the others, see you in the lobby”, “Ok, half an hour tops man and thanx”, “No problem”
Mark finished getting dressed, hearing occasional moans and hisses from the bathroom, it took Jeff a lot more than he expected to get undressed and down in the tube, but he finally had managed and was inhaling deeply letting the warm water relax his torn and hurting body, he didn’t know what magic Mark had operated on the water but his body relaxed pretty rapidly and he could start moving with a lot less effort, and it smelled good too. His head back and arms resting on each side of the bathtube he closed his eyes, blushing as he thought of the way Mark had taken care of him, not even his brother had been that gentle and understanding lately and he had to admit that the Taker had surprised him a lot, never would have thought to have that guy be like that with him but it felt nice, he wasn’t used to be taken care of, more discarded in a corner and supposed to take care of himself so this was quite a change, even if it cost him another couple of hours of sleep, having a man whom you’d been admiring for years taking care of you after a match against that-said man, maybe his life was on the sunny side again…
Having Jeff in the bath, Mark decided to take Glenn’s bag to his room and bring back Jeff’s and got out, to stand in front of Dave, “Hi”, “Yeah, could have known you’re ready already”, “Yeah, the punk is in the tube and Hunter’s getting ready too, Shawn I think is still as wasted as this morning, at least he sounded that way through the wall”, Dave laughed, “And where are you going, leaving the crimescene before we find Hardy’s corpse”, “Very funny, I’m getting my bro his stuff and then bring back Jeff’s stuff over here”, “Aah how very kind of you”, “What”, “Nothing”, “Your bro is in the shower, he didn’t want Jeff to have to get up and he stay in bed”, “How very kind of his”, “Yeah”, Dave sighed, “You couldn’t let him sleep could you, you aware his more the late type and he had a bad match yesterday”, “Nope, he was awake when I got out of my bath and yeah… You know his body looks like he walked a mine field”, Dave couldn’t resist a chuckle, “Really, you’ve got to see his body, wow, and I believe the mine field you’re referring too was you”, “Dumbass, the punk fell asleep on me, I had to undress him, imagine that”, Dave tried really not to mock Mark, “What a painful thing to have to do and I just assume the falling asleep on you was meant metaphorical right, ‘cause you know what that sentence usually means Mark”, the first slap of the day got exchanged and Dave laughed his ass off at Marks annoyed look…
As Mark walked towards his brother’s room murmuring some death threats, rectification, Jeff’s room, Dave followed him with his eyes before peeking inside their room and entering, he could blame it on a sound coming from the inside later. At least both beds were used, he couldn’t but grin then approached the bathroom and knocked before opening the door, “You’re ok Jeff, I’ve got some creams and stuff that help with battered bodies”, Jeff’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the man leaning at the doorframe, “Hey Dave, thanx but this bath got it covered, I feel like reborn”, “Yeah, does Mark know your using his secret oils he never shares”, Jeff stared at him for a second remembering Marks words and he decided to play it save and shrugged, “Don’t know, why? I’m in trouble now?”, “You’ll probably get away with it punk”, Dave couldn’t help but wonder why Jeff had hesitated to answer, but pushed that thought away for the moment, “Yeah well, he’s getting your stuff over”, “Really?”, “Yeah, you’re one lucky son of a bitch Jeff, don’t ruin it”, Dave’s eyes locked a moment with Jeff’s who stared at him at a loss, not understanding what he was talking about, before Dave added, “Anyways, see you down in a bit” and left the room, heading over to Hunter and Shawn for a nice torture on the Heartbreak Kid…
Jeff was stretching, not believing he could actually move again without a constant pain and wondering what this so secretive oils were that no-one was allowed to use, anyways he was on the safe side, Dave wasn’t the type to run over to Mark to chatter and Mark was the one who used them, inhaling the enticing perfum and relaxing a little longer, his mind wandered of and soon he was dozing again…
The sounds that came out of Shawn’s mouth reminded Hunter a lot of documentaries picturing prisoners of war after a six month straight torture-period and annoyed, he was about to go and yell in his ear when a knock could be heard, “Got lucky whimp”, he went and opened, Dave only measuring him from head to toe, “Well well well, I really get lucky, a sleepy Kane, a sexy punk in a bathtube only covered by mousse and a Game clad only with a towel around his waist, man the angels are on my side today”, Dave grinned at Hunter who grunted and went over to his suitcase and started to get dressed, “Didn’t have a good sleep Hunter or hangover like everybody”, “Shut up, that prick is whining about his headache for hours, I’m starting to get one too”, Dave approached Shawn laughing, “I’ve brought you heavy pills Shawn, you’ll feel good in no time”, “And Vince will kick his ass if he catches his results should he have to go for a test Dave”, “Vince won’t know, you rather have your friend laying here sick?”, “No”, “Thought so”, Shawn got up without a word and extended his hand to collect two pills and managing a grin, “No-one will know”, and his voice made them both laugh, he really had had a rough night, “I’ll be back”, and he disappeared into the bathroom…
Mark had to wait a minute before the door opened and his brother looked at him, a towel the only cloth hiding his body, “Well, Wow, you look awake”, “Good morning too you too”, “Bringing you your stuff and taking Jeff’s over”, “Ah, so he gets to stay”, “What?”, “Nothing”, “No he doesn’t get to stay, but maybe he’d like fresh cloths don’t you think”, “Yeah, I didn’t say anything”, “You’re thinking it Glenn”, “That’s only ‘cause you thought of it in the first place Mark”, “Right… Whatever”, Mark entered and handed Glenn his bag, going over the Jeff’s stuff and picking it up, “See you in a bit bro”, “Yeah and Mark… Thanx”, “Yeah whatever”
Glenn started dressing and getting ready as Mark walked back to his room and got in, there was no noize and he dearly hoped that the punk hadn’t fallen asleep in the tube but tough luck, when he opened the door, wondering why it was open more than before, his eyes stopped on Jeff, well, looking at him like this he was kind of breath taking, he must have taken a dive because his hair was wet, a couple of straines were hanging to his face dripping and Mark had to push himself to disturb the calm that was reigning, “Yo Jeff… Jeff”, no answer, why did he have to make it even more difficult, “Jeff”, there were a couple of options, loud yelling, throwing something in there or try a gentler way, and Mark just chose the third alternative and approached him, shaking him softly by the shoulder, “Jeff”, that did it and two emerald orbs glanced at him, “Hey”, “You dozed off”, “Yeah, sorry”, Jeff stretched again, “I’m feeling better than I have for a long time, and I think your bath has an awful lot to do with that”, “Yeah, don’t get used to it though”, “No, but thanx Mark really, and no joke underlining right, I really appreciate what you’re doing for me”, “Yeah whatever Jeff, here’s your stuff, get moving they are waiting already…”, Mark turned around and left the bathroom, a little more confused than before and sat on the bed waiting for an unknown reason…
It took Shawn a good twenty minutes to emerge fresh and smiling, grinning at Dave who was sitting down on a bed and Hunter on the other, “Thanx man, thanx, I owe you one”, “Glad I could help”, he had interrupted their talk about Jeff using Mark’s oils, and Dave finding the circumstances weird, “Shawn, you ever had the pleasure to use the Takers oils”, “Yeah right, nooooooo, why”, “Apparently punk boy is laying in a tube full of them and acted strange when Dave made a comment”, “Noooo”, “Yeah”, Dave sighed, “Guys, ssshhhh, if he used them without his knowledge…”, “He’ll know, man, the punk’s gonna die”, Dave objected “No, I think Mark knows and/or at least thought about allowing it”, “Nooo”, “Yes”, “Wow”, “Yeah”, “At least he’ll feel fine”, “Yup”, Shawn started to get dressed and Dave and Paul continued discussing the subject…
When Jeff emerged out of the tube, he took a towel and started drying himself, looking in the mirror and winced a second at the darkness his bruises had developped before grinning at his image, three shiny titan piercings getting his attention as he continued to dry himself, he hadn’t been able to resist, one in the lip, one in the navel and one… Symetrie, they were aligned, but no-one knew and that gave the whole thing an even deeper meaning in his eyes… Grinning he started searching his back, fumbling his cloths out, really didn’t take him long to pick what to wear, it took him another five minutes and he got out of the bathroom, finding Mark staring in the air, and stopped in his tracks, contemplating the man intensely, those butterflies starting to move in his belly again…
Mark had heard and sensed him arrive but gave him a minute to stare before turning his head and melting his green eyes with Jeff’s, “Finished staring punk?”, “Yeah, you interrupted me”, “Really?”, “Yup, your tattoos struck me for a sec, sorry man”, “If you say so”, “Yup”, Jeff put his stuff next to the bed and tried not to create a too big mess then let himself fall heavily on his bed, gaze on Mark, “When are we going, I’m starving”, the glare he got was priceless, “You’re not serious Jeff”, “What”, “That tone, how old are you?”, “What… You’re starting to mock me again?”, “No, you started that yourself punk”, Mark got up to get out, followed by Jeff “Can I have a key to this room too?”, “Shut it up and move your ass Hardy”…
Mark waited for Jeff to gather some thinks and join him, slapping him in the neck as the younger man passed him, just like that, “Don’t annoy me today”, “Yeah, says the guy who slaps people”, Glenn came down the floor and had seen his brother in action, “You’re alive Jeff?”, “Barely”, grinning and massing his neck, and frankly Jeff didn’t understand why he felt suddenly so alive around them but decided he liked it…
It was close to 14:30 when they started their way down, Shawn one arm losely put around Jeff who had flinched at the touch at first but not letting Hardy push him away he whispered in his ear, “So how was it with the mean guy”, “What?”, “Yeah, heard you used his oils”, “Soooo”, “None of us ever had that pleasure, how was it”, “Nice, I’m moving with no pain at all, kinda weird”, “Does he know”, Jeff lowered his gaze and murmured, “Nooo”, “Ahh, well watch it, he might snap when he finds out”, “If you say so Shawn”, Shawn chuckled, “No I know Hardy, I know, why you think none of us ever tried, well I know someone who tried once”, Shawn pulled a pain stricking face, “Not to recommend I swear, and I was only watching the kill”, Jeff finally managed to push him away, “Tough luck”, “Oooh”, landing in the wall, “Ouch Hardy, wanna fight?” only to have Jeff grinning at him, “Only if you want to”, “No, I’ll ask Vince to get a cage match against you”, Jeff looked at him, “a cage match?”, Hunter got in the elevator first, “Yeah, he likes to be in confined spaces with people, watch it, your virtue is on the line on this one”, “You are so funny Hunter”, Shawn followed him kicking him in the leg…
Mark stopped and growled, “Don’t tell me that the bickering continues”, “Well you were the first, you and the punk, what was that about anyways”, Shawn looked from one to the other, a sweet innocent smile on his lips and enjoying the speechlessness both protagonists were showing, Jeff suddenly very interested with the carpet on the floor and Mark staring without any sign of emotion at Shawn, “oh, this bad wow”, “Shawn, shut up”, Dave pushed Jeff in the elevator as Glenn did the same with his brother, Hunter objecting, “No killing in here, don’t want to get covered in blood”, “Then keep your buddy quiet”, “I’m not responsible for anything he does Mark”, “I’ll make you… How come you always miss the moment to keep quiet Michaels”, “Well there’s obvious things going on which stay oblivi…”, he couldn’t finish his sentence, Dave’s hand efficiently blocking his mouth, “I say enough, or this will be your last known location Michaels, got that”, Shawn made a funny face but agreed, pretending to close his mouth with a key and then throw it away…
They got down without anymore incidents, and were faced with the serious question of where to go to, “Man, if we start walking around town, we’d better prepare for a fan-rush guys, there’s no way all six of us together can make it low profile, anyone knows a place we could go, by cab?”, Hunter was right, they would be recognized and even if they were ok with it most of the time it didn’t have to be every day, and basically all shaking there heads, Mark answered, “We could stay here, already tested their bar, let’s test their restaurant and since you wanted sauna and all this afternoon Hunter we’d be here”, “Yeah, you plan to join me”, “If everyone comes”, Hunter looked at Mark who didn’t flinch and stared back sternly, “What”, “Wow, nothing, yeah, everybody will come right guys”, Glenn, Shawn and Jeff all three pulled worthy pout faces, Jeff the first to object “I wanted to rest”, “Yeah me too”, “You can rest in a sauna you know”, “Yeah, with Shawn on my ass, right”, “Hey, I don’t wanna go, it’s not my idea, but if everyone goes”, Shawn grinned, Mark decided to call to subject closed, “Good, we’ll all go”, and Dave and Hunter smiled at each other, this situation was getting more and more interesting…
“That way to the restaurant”, “How you know”, “There’s a sign”, “Damn”, “Shawn, if you continue…”, Jeff started making signs to Shawn behind Mark’s back but not for long before the Taker stopped and his hand reached for his neck, but instead of squeezing tight as he had planed and felt the urge to he just rested his hand there, caressing with the thumb and making Jeff feel very strange, “Stop it kid or I’ll snap your neck, I won’t let you mock me”, Dave was ready to intervene but interrupting that gentle moment was not something he wanted to do, “Nobody mocks no-one, jeez, let’s all behave”, Dave entered the restaurant followed by Shawn being pushed by Hunter and Glenn after he had smiled at his brother, “Man bro no wonder everyone teases you guys”, Mark followed trying not to read too much into what had just happened, hell he wanted to hurt him and then that, Jeff scotched to the spot, not sure how he should feel after that touch, he still felt slight tremors run through his body followed too after a little moment, a little embarassed that a simple touch like that could make him feel this way and tried his best to hide the flushing of his cheeks…
Hunter managed to get the waiter to get them a table in the back, low profile, but they didn’ t get to the table without whispers and smiles and hellos, getting down and sighing, “Wow”, Hunter smiled, “Bets on who will have to sign first”, “No, I rather have a quiet lunch”, Glenn smirked as Shawn shot him “No-one wants you to sign anything Kane, they all want me, so you’re off duty as everyone else on this table”, Dave slapped him since Mark made him a sign, he couldn’t reach, “Damn you, just keep it low and shut up, you’re such a pain in the ass, I should have let you suffer”, “Oh yes, thank you very much you mean person”
They somehow went ‘till after they gave up their orders without bickering, then came the comments about the beer after the night they’d had but that subject got glared down by Shawn, and in front of the waiter who did his best not to seem too imprest they managed to keep it down…
Jeff was playing with his food, Mark wanting to comment on it but his brother’s smile kept him from actually saying something, luckily Glenn jumped in to help him, “Not hungry punk?”, “Starving, didn’t eat in a day”, “You lost your mind?” Dave’s voice had some concern it it, “No, I just couldn’t down a single bite yesterday, guess the anticipation and adrenalin rush before the match”, “And after”, “Felt even less compelled to eat and then came the drinking obligations”, “You didn’t eat before the match? I mean lunch?”, “No, couldn’t get my stomach to accept anything”, Mark shook his head, “Immature and unreasonable, you’re playing with your health”, Jeff looked at him and barked back “You’d prefer I had forced myself and then vomitted in the ring? During the match”, Mark resisted the urge to slam his fork in his face especially since Shawn nearly spat out what he had been chewing laughing and Dave sighing, “Jeff, please, I’m trying to eat, stories about vomit won’t help me to enjoy it, thanx and Mark’s right, not eating weakens your body, especially before that kind of match”, he hadn’t wanted them to know, and now he got exactly what he had thought he’d get, “Ok, I know, can we change the subject now”
Mark’s voice was merely a whisper, “You saw a doc after the match, right?”, “What for?”, “Punk…”, “I’m ok”, “Right”, Dave decided he couldn’t let Jeff alone against Mark on that one, “And you Mark, met the doc yesterday?”, “What? No, why?”, “Then you shouldn’t scold him for not having done it, you’re both a little irresponsible on this”, “As if you’d always see a doc Batista”, “Yeah I do”, “Right”, “No I’m serious, you’ve got no idea of what those kicks with the ladder and the chairs did to your bodies”, “Nothing”, “Oh right, you don’t know that do you”, “I feel fine”, “You can’t know that”, Jeff shot Dave a glare, “Stop it, I’m ok, I’d feel if something was badly injured, so cut it man”, this time it was Mark joining him, “Yeah, it’s none of your concern Dave”, Dave staring at them as Glen couldn’t keep back, “Yeah, first your fighting each other and the sec someone get’s involved you join forces against them”, “No”, “Whatever Mark”, “Can we finish lunch guys”, “We do”, “Yeah, with bickering and silly discussions”, “At least we’re not getting bored”, they finished lunch and got back out to the lobby heading for the elevators…
“In 15 down?”, “Yeah”, they got out and left Dave getting to his floor and walked to their respectif rooms to get the things they’d need for their little trip to the sauna, Jeff trying hard not to look at Mark, he could still feel the touch of the Deadman in his neck and it felt to good to even think about it, he couldn’t even start to understand where that touch had come from and didn’t want to risk to… ruin it as Dave had put it, even if he still didn’t know what that it was he could possibly ruin, maybe that gentleness, but than again, that was not going to be permanent, that was a one time thing…
Mark followed him discretely, two green eyes measuring the younger man and trying to come to terms with the conflicted feelings… He stalted his thoughts right there, promising his brother and the others a painful death, they’d had obviously managed to get him obsessed, a long enough teasing leads in that direction, he kicked the bed as if it had anything to do with it only to be mocked by Jeff, “Whatever it is I doubt the bed had anything to do with it”, and Jeff regretted his words immediately seeing the look they earned him, “What? Mark cool, I was joking ok”, Mark just kept his eyes on him and Jeff wondered a second if this would become a staring contest, he just couldn’t move, not his body, not his eyes and surely not his mind, “Mark?“, the adressed man wondered if that was fear he saw flicker in those magnificent eyes, he didn’t want to scare him, hell all he seemed to be able of doing anymore was scare the shit out of himself, and now Jeff too and that was something he didn’t want to do, he bitterly thought how 24 hours could change the situation, yesterday all he wanted to do was terrorize and break him and today, well today, the Taker hadn’t come to terms with what exactly he wanted now, at least it didn’t include scaring the shit out of the boy…
“Yeah, no, cool, ha ha, very funny, bad bed right”, he kicked the bed again, Jeff just continued to look at him before a smile spread accross his face, “I thought you were about to… No, never mind…”, “No, I wasn’t Jeff…”, Mark finished getting his things, clutching to them, “You’re ready?”, “Yeah”, he gave Jeff a look that made the younger man shudder, what was going on with Mark today, “You’re ok?”, “Yeah, why not?”, “Not sure, call it a gut feeling”, “Your gut should mind its own business punk”, “If you say so”, there was a growl, “I demand so”, Jeff glared at him, “No-one demands things of me, I don’t owe you obedience or anything, man, who do you think I am,”, not ready to let the Deadman command him trough the day and demand things of him, the old defiance came back fueled with some rage “That, I’m still trying to find out punk”, with that he turned and stared at Glenn who stood in the doorframe speechless, “Wow, one question, just one, are you guys actually listening to each other, man, bickering just got elevated to the next level with you guys, Shawn and Hunter are going to lose that title to you two”, Kane of course getting the attention of the others, much to the despair of Mark who was at a loss of words, trying to channel all the emotions that were flooding him, rage, anger, a lot of confusion, “What’s going on over here?”, Hunter’s face showed in the doorframe, “He’s still alive, we should start taking bets on how long Hardy will stay alive around the Darkman”, there was giggling and Shawn appeared, “You guys ready for the sweat contest”, Hunter entered and took Jeff with him, “Let the brothers talk, wouldn’t want them to go berzerk in the sauna”
Jeff felt a little awkward, not knowing what was going on, and the two grinning degenerates pulling him alone made him a little nervous, and not to mention that his body wasn’t ready for sprints or anything, “Slow it guys, and don’t pull me like that”, he grabbed Hunter’s hand and shoved it away massing his arm, “Oooh poor baby hurt”, there was a slap and Shawn held his cheek, gazing speechless at Jeff, “Quit annoying me man”, Hunter just whistled and had a large smirk on his face, “Wow, nice move kid”, “Could you quit calling me that”, “Nope”, “Right”, Shawn just stared at Jeff in obvious disbelief, he wasn’t hurt or anything, maybe his pride a little, but that that little prick had had the balls to slap him in an elevator with no means of immediate escape amazed him, “Silly punk, you’ll get that one back for sure”, “Can’t wait for that to happen”, “Yo boys, quit it please”, Hunter went between them, and grapped both by the neck pushing them out of the elevator, there was an amused snore, “Aaah, the boys not nice?”, “No, help me, which one you want”, Dave smiled and pointed Jeff, “That one please”, “You’re both such pricks”, Shawn tried to get lose but Hunter just squeezed tighter, “Nope, stay here you”, shoving Jeff in Dave’s direction who rapidly replaced the missing hand in his neck, “Not been nice?”, “Man you’re in for some trouble”, Jeff tried to slam him in the wall but Batista just smiled, “That ain’t working in this lifetime boy”, giving up because his body hurt too much “Oh yeah it will, you’ll see”, they made it to the changing rooms and Hunter and Dave put down Shawn and Jeff in opposite directions, Shawn grinning at him, “Don’t you find it funny that they make this worse as it is”, “Yeah”, they managed to get undressed and ready for the sauna without any bloodshed and Jeff kept his little secret to himself…
Glenn closed the door staring at his brother, “What exactly you’re trying to achieve stays a complete mystery to me you know, but I can’t remember having seen you so… out of control, what is going on, you scare people with your glares and not your tongue remember”, Mark just glared at him, “I don’t know, I’m losing it around that kid”, Glenn sighed “Yeah, and I remember having told you to come to terms with that before harm is done”, “what sort of harm, he can speak up for himself, I promise, I’m more often on the receiving end than he is”, “No you’re not, he’s just responding defiantly to your attacks, one would think you’re still trying to break him”, “Absolutely not, I just don’t get him, and that angers me”, “Why”, “I don’t know”, “He’s kinda cute”, Mark stared in disbelief “Tell me you just didn’t say that”, “I did, and I am right, you know it”, there was a hand that came dangerously close to his throat, “Don’t even think of doing that bro, I’m still bigger than you”, “Then you quit annoying me with the subject, I do annoy myself enough with it”, Glenn let out a sigh, “I pity that kid, this ain’t over it seems”, “It is”, Mark followed Glenn out, “No word…”, “None, but you know they get the signals too you know”, “There are no signals”, Glenn stopped, “Never pictured you to be hypocrite”, “Glenn…”, “Nevermind, I’ll keep it to myself, even why you’re so eager to go to the sauna”, Mark wanted to smack his brothers head, “Glenn… My body aches from the match, a sauna and a later dive in the pool will help, now what’s there to ponder about”, “Why you wanted everyone to be there”, “Didn’t want the sleepyheads to get their rest, I’m a saddist, didn’t you know”,
Jeff had his towel around his waist and moved up to one of the higher benches, propping his head on a second towel and stretching his body sighed contently, even if the bath had relaxed his body and soothed the pain he still could feel some discomfort in his back, “This will be perfect for a nap”, Dave got done on the second highest sitting to his left “That will be dangerous Jeff, you never know what Shawn might do to you”, there was giggling and Hunter and Shawn entered too, both looking at Jeff, leaving Dave with no other choice, “No, that subject stays out of here, you heard me you freaks”, “Just a peak”, “It’s not your place to want to do such a thing, man, I don’t even want to know you right now”, Dave sighed deeply gaining Jeff’s attention, “What now” his gaze going from Dave to Hunter and Shawn, both smiling sweetly, “Nothing”, Hunter pushed Shawn down and joined too, “Should we start or wait for the brothers from hell”…
“I’ll give you from hell”, Glenn entered, smacking Shawn on his leg with his second towel, he had had the same idea as Jeff, sauna means resting time, got down leaving the only bigger spot that was still unoccupied below Jeff for his brother knowing it would dephaze him completely, even if he had said no more comments would exit his mouth, that didn’t include actions and he had to admit that he didn’t like to see his brother like that, it had been fun for a couple of days, hell weeks, but now it started affecting everybody else too…
Mark entered, and caught his brother getting comfortable, of course the bastard had had to do this, right, trying not to let it get to him he couldn’t but growl at Hunter, “Why’s there no steam?”, “We were waiting for you guys… Didn’t want to miss your entry to this delicious place”, “Cut the crap and activate your ass Hunter”, Mark got down below Jeff who turned his head and repositionned so he could look at all, mainly at Mark but who could tell anyways…
Shawn poked at Jeff’s leg, tracing his tattoo with a finger and Jeff making a desperate sound, “Shawn man, cut it”, lifted his leg to kick that annoying hand away, “Man, you’re a pain in the ass”, Mark hated himself that his eyes had been directed in that direction, or no, no, he was actually glad for that little mishapp, even if it added to his general confusion when it came to Jeff, I don’t believe it but it suits you well Hardy, extreme to the core, right kid, he did find it quite right, afterall the kid was extreme, why not such a, wow, he mentally chuckled at the idea he was probably the only one knowing, the gossip not to have come to his ears yet and then came the realization of what he had seen and Jeff could tell by Mark’s expression that maybe, just maybe he had lifted his leg to high, or in a bad angle, or at the wrong moment or a combination of all three, but so far no-one acted as if they had been able to see his hidden piercing, he sure as hell didn’t want Shawn to know, but Shawn was busy trying to get Dave of his butt, who wanted to help Jeff gain some peace and the only one to give him a gaze worth millions was Mark…
“I’m not sure kids are allowed in here, cut it guys, I wouldn’t want anyone to get sick on this ride”, Hunter started pouring the water and it didn’t take long before they all started to sweat, “Ah this is a bliss”, Hunter’s voice only mirrored bless and relaxation before Glenn’s bark interrupted his near-moan, This is hell you stupid ass”, “No, a bliss”, Mark started to relax his body even if his mind had gotten stuck on a little shiny something, “No bickering”, Dave felt like compelled to say something just before Jeff objected “Who does this freely”, Shawn willingly answering “You do”, “Blow me”, Dave sighed ”Don’t say such things, you know he’s crazy enough to actually give it a second thought”, Shawn giggled, “”Not only second thought”, Jeff got up a little and slid a little closer to the wall, getting comfortable further away from Shawn even if it meant not being in the best position anymore, who grinned at him, “Don’ get away from me punk, I just want to get to know you better… closer…”, and as Shawn moved closer to Jeff, Mark got up and slid in between them, “Back off Shawn, there’s not enough space over here for all of us… and I don’t wanna get covered in your sweat”
Glenn actually forgot to breath for a couple of seconds, knowing his brother, his tone and his persona he clearly sensed the seriousness in his voice and hoped that Shawn wouldn’t want to mess with him, but Shawn too saw the intensity of the Takers glare and decided not to want to try and find out why he acted suddenly like that, well suddenly, Shawn bend to Hunter whispering, “Now he starts protecting his prey”, “He’s not his prey Shawn, back off, Mark’s right, there’s place here for people who don’t move around”, Dave added, “Yeah, and I really don’t want to get any of your parts near my face now move it Shawn”, deciding he wanted to play it safe he moved one bench higher closer to Glen, knowing Shawn wouldn’t mess with Kane…
No-one noticed that Glen’s arm slid a little further and his hand started first resting on Dave’s shoulder, then moved to give his neck a tender massage and no-one noticed their gazes that melted for instant and their grinning… Shawn as busy with giving Mark evil glares, Hunter was resting eyes closed as was Jeff, who’s hand took a downfall direction Mark’s shoulder too after a while and rested there, Hardy a little shocked of the connection it had made staying calm without any reaction… Mark had just turned his head a little, the black nail polish unmistakably pointing to only one possible owner and that just made the touch even more intense, even Shawn deciding to leave it alone this time and putting his head on Hunter chest, “Hug me baby”, before getting shoven away, “Get a grip idiot, annoy someone else”
“You’re ok punk”, something close to a purr “Humm”, “That was sure a clear answer”, “Humm Yeah”, the hand squeezed tenderly and Mark felt only heat flow trough him and couldn’t resist a quick smile, before leaning his head against his arm and sighing, what was going on, this shouldn’t be feeling this way, what was that punk doing to him, he wasn’t supposed the feel such things, he tried gathering all his strength to straighten up before someone could notice but failed miserably, well Jeff sure had noticed and had gathered all his courage on his side to start and caressing the Deadman’s neck, not sure why but it felt like the right thing to do and that was what he usually did, go with the flow, he could blame it on the steam later on…
“Some more?”, it was not as if Hunter was expecting any answer as he got up to put a second load of water on the stones, who’d care that they were already in there way too long, he didn’t comment on the actual cuddle time that seemed to have hit everybody, not really amazed, sometimes it could get lonely on the road, Glen and Dave were probably joking, trying to find out who’s fingers were stronger with their enlaced hands, Jeff and Mark on the other hand, he couldn’t but notice some kind of serenity envelopping the two men, one he didn’t want to destroy and better keep Shawn busy too, unfortunately Shawn had noticed too and was kind of hanging all over them, Jeff had his head back against the wall, eyes closed and arm still hanging down with Marks head resting on it, hand playing with a lock of hair now, Mark’s eyes were closed too and they looked way to peaceful, Hunter whispered “Shawn don’t please”, Shawn pondering the question a second before leaning back…
Mark was silently wondering what was happening to them, when it had come to the point where he actually enjoyed the punk to come this close to him, This is not happening, no, really not, despite his thoughts the Taker didn’t move an inch, even snuggeled closer onto the arm before a voice could be heard, “Man this is pure evil torture you know that guys, is that your way for getting back at me for some reason”, Mark wasn’t sure if Jeff was talking about his head or the sauna but decided on the latter, opening his eyes lazily they connected with Glen’s who had been staring intensely at his brother and Jeff, none of them flinched but Mark grinned seeing that Glen and Dave were trying to make each other abandon on an elaborate finger game, he could read many things in his eyes, hidden knowledge, as if he could give him a logical answer on all his questions but Mark was not near ready to go and get them, he merely answered Jeff, “You better not die on us punk, Vince would make our lives a hell”, Shawn let out a long sigh “Noooo, my live’s already one, he’s right, this is bad, I don’t know how you can stand this guys”, “We just endure”, “Oh yeah, but I’m out of here”, “Shawn”, “Nooo, really, too warm, we’ve been in here sooo long”, Glen joined the discussion, “Yeah, we’ve been in here for ages guys”, “Way too long by the way”, Dave let go of the hand mumbling “We’re not done”, Glen gladly answering “Nope, but this sauna session sure is” before getting up and out, inhaling as he stepped into the refreshingly cool air followed by Shawn and Dave…
Hunter was still lying confortably there, “Wuzzes, really”, Mark chuckled softly against Jeff’s skin, tickling him a little, “No, they are right, this can’t be healthy this long”, if it hadn’t been for Mark’s head against his arm Jeff would have gotten out too and Mark somewhat hoped that he was the reason for him to still be in here, sighing he finally straightened up, Jeff caressing a spot behind his ear as he let go of the strand of hair and moved his arm making sparks fly through Mark’s entire body, damn that boy really got to him…
“I’m out of here”, Mark hoped that his voice wouldn’t betray the emotional rollercoaster that was going on inside of him, but Hunter just seemed annoyed that everybody decided to abandon him, as Jeff got up to leave too, thinking it might be best to change without someone in, especially Mark, but unfortunately both Mark and Hunter joined him to get ready to head for the pool, the others already in it…
Hunter pushed Jeff in the pool only to have Mark do the same to him, “Last man standing, same as always”, “Yeah bro, big mouth you’ve got there”, Glen had gotten out and came up from behind and they both went flying in, “Man this is a blast”, “Yeah, a lot better than the sauna”, “Stupid asses”, “Thanx Hunter, very eloquent of yours, glad no-one else is here to hear you swear at us”, “Wow, you know a word like eloquent punk, not bad”, “Fuck yourself Hunter”, Shawn snuck up behind Jeff and pushed him under water laughing, “Happy dive and don’t talk like that to my…”, Jeff pulling him with him didn’t let him time to close his mouth before his head disappeared and Jeff dove away hiding behind Mark…
Shawn made it up coughing, “You’re sooooooo dead”, “Will have to get me first won’t ya”, “Ooooh, soooooo soooooooo dead Jeff and the Deadman won’t be able of saving you”, Mark gave him a funny a look as he came swimming closer and Shawn wasn’t sure if he would intervene or not, “Yo Mark move a little”, “No”, “Hey, I don’t want you, just him”, “I don’t care, I’m not moving”, Jeff made clear he stayed nicely behind Mark, on the supposedly safe side, but Hunter was getting close from behind and took him by the waist to throw him in Shawn’s direction, “Here you go Shawn, one Hardy”, “Hey, not fair”, Shawn put his arms around him, “No, not fair really” and pushed him underneath trying to keep him there but Jeff wasn’t ready to give up and he ended diving too…
Hunter sighed, “Kids, can’t behave”, only to have Glen and Mark both grin at him, “No guys please”, “What”, they both approached him from two sides, “I get bad vibrations Hunter, I’d get out if I were you”, Dave felt somewhat save on the other side of the relatively large pool in the whirlpool…
Shawn lost Jeff under water and only managed to see him as he emerged close to the whirlpool and got in there too, “Aaah, safer here”, “Yeah, you only think so ‘cause you don’t know Dave well”, Shawn was on his way to and help Hunter, but one of Glen’s glares and pretty mean smiles made him stop, “Sorry pal, you’re on your own on this one”, “Chicken”, “Yeah, with those two yeah”, Hunter took a nice and long dive, and a second and a third, Shawn getting out, “Yo guys, it’s already 18:30”, “No”, “Yup”, Dave got out of the whirlpool, Jeff still spread out in it, “Time to get ready for dinner boy”, Mark had swom to the whirlpool and tested how it felt to caress the punks hair, and to his own confusion it felt rather good, and apparently not only to himself, he could have sworn he had heard a little moan escape Jeff’s throat before he got up and smiled nearly shyly at him…
They made it to their rooms to get ready for eight, Mark stopping in the middle of the room, asking, “Wanna head under the shower first punk?”, “Don’t care honestly”, “But I do, so how’s it gonna be?”, “You chose, “Jeff, don’t test my patience”, “I’m not testing I’m just telling you I’m not difficult”, “I hope your joking right”, “Argh, ok, I’ll go first, damn you Deadman”, Mark could just marvel at Jeff’s outburst and fight a laughing fit, “Whatever punk, but don’t use all the hot water”, “You’re such a pain, I’ll only leave you ice-cold water, I’ll freeze it myself I swear, just to annoy you”, with that Jeff disappeared in the bathroom and Mark got down on the couch, promising himself he wouldn’t peak, he was pretty sure of what he saw, but the idea of getting a confirmation wasn’t far…
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