Hello everyone. I bet you thought I'd never update this, didn't you? Don't worry. You're not alone. When I quit watching wrestling I pretty much lost all love for this story. It's taken me over a year and a kick in the butt from JasmineDB to finally get motivated enough to try to finish it. I started writing it so long ago that I've forgotten most of WWE's storyline at the time so from this point on it will pretty much just be something I've made up but still realistic. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long. Forgive me?

Chapter 17 is dedicated to my sweet JasmineDB. Thank you for your help and your input on this. Now I just have to start Chapter 18. Don't worry... I won't take over a year on the next one. ;)

Matt had woken up long before his alarm clock went off but hadn't bothered to get out of bed yet. He'd been making calls all morning in search of one person's phone number. The digits we scribbled onto the back of a receipt he found sitting on the nightstand. He wanted to talk to Adam but wasn't sure how to go about it. "I'm gonna do it." Maybe a pep talk would help. "Matthew Moore Hardy, you will get your ass out of bed and call Adam. And you will do it right now." Matt smiled at how stupid he sounded. Lucas came running into the room and jumped up on the bed. Scooping the dog into his arms, Matt brought him to his face. "You don't think Daddy is stupid, do you?" He received a kiss from the small pup. This made him laugh as the dog just wagged his tail.

Throwing the blankets off of him, he went into the bathroom to check his appearance. His hair was a mess but at least it was manageable. Matt's stomach rumbled and he remembered that he had probably thrown up all of his dinner from the previous night. He quickly put on a pair of track pants and shoved the phone number into the left pocket. He headed downstairs with Lucas close behind him. "Are you hungry too?"

Matt fed Lucas and grabbed himself a protein shake. A few pieces of toast with some jelly spread on them would have to do for now. Pulling the wadded up piece of paper from his pocket, he made his way over to the phone. Matt stared at the sloppy digits before dialing them and even then he felt it hard to press the talk button. "It's just a button, don't be afraid." He whispered to himself before taking a deep breath. Wincing, as if in pain, he pushed the button.

Matt sat down at the table and listened to the ringing noise. The noise stopped but the line didn't disconnect. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Adam?"

Adam gasped as the voice that haunted his dreams spoke his name. "Matt."

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Matt sat up straight. He knew that his name was blocked from caller id. Obviously, Adam wasn't psychic. Had Jay called him this morning to tell him that someone had been looking for his number?

"North Carolina area code. I couldn't forget that if I tried." The lie rolled off his tongue as easy as any other he'd ever told. Jay had called him earlier that morning. He had been on edge for hours just waiting for that call. He had wanted to call Matt himself but he doubted anyone would have given him the number, even Jay. Adam was just happy to have Matt speaking to him again. Even if it was just as an acquaintance, he was more than willing to do anything to keep the man near. Finding him and Jeff together had put a dent in his plans but whatever made Matt happy, made Adam happy.

Matt chuckled. "Right, I had to ask Jay for your new number. It's been a while since I've called you." He didn't want to admit it to himself or the other man on the line but he secretly enjoyed hearing Adam's beautiful voice. He missed a lot of things about the man but the pain that he had caused was quite unbearable at times.

Adam smiled at the happy tone in Matt's voice. His emotions were playing tricks on him lately so he was hoping he would be able to hold in the feelings coursing through his veins. Happiness, confusion, fear. "It's nice to hear your voice again. Why exactly were you trying to get in touch with me though? I haven't heard a gentle word from you in ages." The line was quiet but neither of them offered to break the silence. This went on for another minute before Matt spoke.

"I know that you know about what's going on with me and Jeff." Matt was unsure of what else to say. He wanted nothing more than to ensure that Adam's lips would never speak a word of this. Any of this. The people it would hurt and the lives it would ruin were too painful to think about. If keeping him close meant that the secret would never be spread, Matt was more than willing to do that.

"Yeah, I know. And I just want you to know that I'll keep your secret. No matter what. I couldn't bear to hurt you again." Adam held back tears as he spoke. The call wasn't because Matt missed him as much as he had hoped. It was simply a call to ensure his silence. As the old saying goes, 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' He cleared his throat before adding a small and feeble "sorry".

Matt had always hated hearing Adam sound weak. His voice always roared even when he was whispering. "I've trusted you before and look where that lead me. You were my best friend. God, Adam. I loved you." Not only was he angry at Adam for taking the love of his life from him, he was angry at Adam for taking away his confidant. He had entrusted Adam with every secret, even some that his brother didn't know. He would have thrown himself in front of a bullet for the man.

Adam's tears flowed freely now. In every conversation between them, Matt would always bring up how he cheated with Amy. There was no getting around it. It was clear now that there was no point in trying to fix things. Matt would forever hate him and there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm sorry, Matthew. You know how sorry I am and you know I'd give anything to change it. I just thought that if…" Adam trailed off. He had almost told Matt why he slept with Amy. That wouldn't have gone over well.

"You thought what, Adam?" Matt thought that he had almost heard the reasoning behind Adam's betrayal. "Why did you do it? If you tell me anything, the least you could say is why you were with her." He had never heard his side of the story. He had always assumed that it was the same as Amy's. That Adam didn't care about Matt anymore. "Adam, please?"

He couldn't refuse Matt's pleading any longer. "I thought that if I showed you what kind of girl she really was that you would leave her. I thought that when she broke your heart you'd come running to me to fix it. How could you not see that I love you? I was willing to throw myself on the fire to show you what she had become. I just didn't see how deep I was getting. And when you found out, I was too lost to get out. I didn't do it to hurt you, I did it so SHE wouldn't hurt you." Adam wiped the tears from his face.

"You did it because you loved me? What kind of…" Matt was interrupted before he could finish.

"Not because I loved you, because I LOVE you. There is no past tense in that. I love you, Matthew. I always have. Jay knew. Shane knew. Hell, Paul even knew. Everyone but you. You were too blind to see that I wanted more than friendship with you." Adam pulled on his hair and growled. How thick headed could Matt be?

Matt was surprised. It was one thing hearing it from Randy but to hear Adam say it himself was eye opening. How do you respond to something like that? He leaned back in his chair a bit and took a deep breath. "I really need to think about that. It's too much for me to process right now."

Adam was now too frustrated to calm down. "Think about it? You've had years to think about it. Obviously I was the only one with feelings of that sort but you could at least address it now that we're on the phone because who knows when the fuck this will happen again."

"Hey, calm down, alright? 'I love you' is a big thing to me. When someone says it, I really need to think it through. Especially if that someone is someone who has hurt me before. How do I really know that you're not lying to me again? How do I know that you're not covering your tracks? You're Adam fucking Copeland! You wrote the book on deception." Matt cursed under his breath. He should have known better. He and Adam can't talk like civilized adults anymore.

"Well fuck you too." Adam turned off his phone. He wasn't going to listen to Matt bring up his mistakes anymore. He had learned from them and came out a better man. But of course a Hardy wouldn't know anything about that.

"Don't you hang up on me! Adam!" The line was quiet until finally the annoying disconnected tone chimed in. "Dammit." He redialed the number and was furious when he got Adam's voicemail. Knowing that calling again would only get the same results; Matt placed his phone back on the charger. Without thinking he headed towards the gym equipment. Letting his frustration loose on the machines would calm him down enough for him to make rational thoughts.

In a silent hotel room…

Jeff woke up to a bright room. The sun had risen and was now filling every inch of the city with its light. Letting his eyes adjust to the welcome intrusion, he stretched his lean body and removed the tangled sheet from his legs. He sat up and noticed a small note sitting on the clock next to him. In black ink was his name scribbled in Randy's handwriting.

I know how hard it is to get a good night's sleep when everyone wants your attention so I let you sleep in this morning. Hope it helped. I'm at the 24 hour gym 2 blocks east of our hotel if you're up for a workout. I'll be back around noon. Call if you need anything.

P.S. Call Matt. You 2 really need to talk.

Jeff sighed and placed the note back on the table. Glancing at the clock he noticed that it was already 11:52. Randy would be back soon. He wanted to talk to Matt but he needed to take a shower before Randy came back or he'd end up taking another cold shower. He always had a tendency to use all of the hot water after a workout. Putting off the phone call, Jeff grabbed his bag and headed into the bathroom.

Taking off his shorts and boxer briefs, he eyed his reflection in the full length mirror. His eyes were still sleepy but the rest of him was wide awake. He groaned when he caught sight of his swollen shaft. Good thing he was going to take a shower. Jeff turned around and reached into the shower, turning the knob until the water was just right. As he stepped into the full blast of the hot water his muscles began to relax.

Jeff lathered the soap in his hands and slowly began to wash his skin. Starting at his neck, his hands glided over the tight muscles and rubbed away the pain. He then smoother over the tiny hairs on his chest. Jeff pinched his erect nipples and let out a quick gasp from the pleasure. At their own accord, some of his fingers snaked their way down his abs and wrapped themselves around his generous length while the others continues to tease his hardened nubs. Jeff shut his eyes and envisioned Matt's lips wrapped around his swollen cock. Setting a slow pace, he pumped himself with his soaped up hand. Removing his other hand from his nipples, he roughly tugged on his balls. The fantasy drags him in deeper as he feels Matt's hands gently grab onto his ass, kneading the plump meat. Jeff releases his grip on himself and places his hands on Matt's shoulders. He pulls Matt closer to him as he pushes his member deep into the warm mouth. His closed eyes tighten as he feels a finger run across his puckered hole.

"Oh god. Yes, please." Jeff threw his head back and moaned as the digit pushed past his barrier. He continued to thrust into the heated cavity with more force. Jeff cried out as the finger rubbed against his sweet spot over and over again. "Fuck yeah. Make me cum, Matt. Please, baby. Ughh. Fuck!" Jeff screamed out as his orgasm peaked. With his body finally spent, he opened his eyes to finish his shower. Tilting his head back to it's standard position, Jeff choked on the air. His fantasy hadn't been quite the dream he thought it was. There, in front of him, kneeled a naked bronzed god. "Randy?"

So... what do you think? It's been a while since I've done any slash so I hope the "sex scene" was up to your standards. If it wasn't, please feel free to tell me so in your review. Got an idea of how it could be better? Let me know. So go and review. I can't get started on Chapter 18 until I know what you think of Chapter 17.