Three months later

"People!" Mark yelled at the top of his lungs, very irritated that he had been ignored to this point. "You better get your asses down here or I'm going to leave without you!" They were supposed to be going out for dinner as a kind of farewell to Jeff because he had to go back on the road the next day and wasn't going to be around as much but nobody was getting their asses in gear. They were taking their sweet fucking time and it was driving him insane.

"Hold your horses Marky!" James yelled. "These things take time you know!"

"Time?" Mark said incredulously. "Why does it take time? Just get over here so we can go already!"

Glenn shook his head as he joined Mark by the door. "I don't know what you expect to get from trying to hurry them. You know Lawson only goes at the pace he wants to."

Mark did know that but he only chose to acknowledge his brother with a low grunt. James was never good at going fast when Mark wanted him to. He always felt like it was a very deliberate move on James's part because James did like to drive him nuts just for the hell of it. And of course there was Jeff, who had the tendency to take even longer than James did. That wasn't really on purpose on his part though. Jeff liked to look good when he went out and he got kind of obsessive over making sure he looked just right. Mark and James had tried to tell him over and over again that he could look good dressed in a burlap sack but he didn't really listen to them. The boy was beyond stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Why do we have to eat tacos?" Connor whined as he followed Cooper down the stairs. "I want pizza Coopy!"

"Well nobody else cares," Cooper snapped irritably. The two of them had been fighting all day and it was really driving Mark up the wall. Once those two got started it was almost impossible to get them to stop. "Jeff wants tacos and its his last night here for awhile so he's getting what he wants."

"But why do I have to go along with it?" Connor asked, stomping his foot and glaring at Cooper angrily. "I'm not fucking him! I don't gotta give him what he wants."

"Connor just knock it off," Mark snapped. "You like tacos just as much as the rest of us so quit complaining just to complain."

"I'm not doing that!" Connor claimed. "I want pizza! Pizza is my favorite and I want it and I want it now!"

"Well you're not getting it," Cooper growled. "So shut the fuck up already."

Connor stuck out his lower lip and clenched his fists tightly. "Mean!" he yelled angrily. He threw himself down on the staircase and began throwing a fit. "Mean! Mean mean mean mean me-"

"Hey!" James said with a shake of his head. He was finally coming down the stairs and he was giving Connor a disapproving look. "None of that now, alright? That's not necessary." He bent down and grabbed Connor, pulling him up to his feet and keeping his strong arms around him so he couldn't flop back down and throw his fit.

"But Daddy-"

"Ssshh. If you're good tonight I'll take you to go get pizza for lunch tomorrow, alright?"

Connor let out a dramatic sigh and reluctantly nodded his head. "Fine," he said. "You better. Meanie."

Mark shook his head and eyed James, who had gone back to one of his old school looks for the evening. He had on a black tank top, ripped up jeans, a leather jacket and his hair was all messed up and spike-y. "So what's with the blast from the past Lawson?" he asked out of pure curiosity. "We're doing the time warp or something?"

James grinned at that. "Yeah. Jeff found an old picture of me and said this look was hot. And you know me-"

"I do," Mark confirmed. "You're a complete and total attention whore."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." James let go of Connor and jumped the rest of the way down the stairs so he could put Glenn in a headlock and give him a noogie. "How's my favorite Crispy Critter?"

"Get off me," Glenn growled. "NOW!"

"Oooh, someone's cranky," James chuckled. He let go of Glenn and blew him a kiss before glancing back towards the stairs. "Jeff come on! We're ready to go!"

"Hold on!" Jeff yelled back. "I'll be down in a minute!"

"You said that a half hour ago!" Mark reminded him. "Now get your ass in gear before I come up there and drag you out!"

There was a few minutes of silence on Jeff's part and Mark really thought he was going to have to go up there and drag him downstairs with the rest of them. Finally though, just as he took a step towards the stairs, Jeff come running down. "I'm ready!" he announced. "Let's eat!"

Mark just stared at Jeff, who had on nothing but a flimsy fishnet shirt and pants so tight and low cut he was obviously not wearing underwear underneath them. His whole aura screamed "fuck me hard" and Mark was tempted as hell to throw him over his shoulder and take him upstairs to do just that.

"That's what you're wearing just to go eat tacos?" Cooper asked incredulously. He was opening checking Jeff out which made Mark growl lowly.

"Yeah," Jeff replied coyly. He knew exactly what he was doing but he was playing innocent just because he could. "Why? Do I not look good?"

"You look amazing," James confirmed. He snaked his arm around Jeff's waist and gave him a big kiss. "Absolutely amazing." He gave Mark a look and the older man knew instantly that James had totally known about Jeff's outfit from the beginning. They were conspiring together to get him all riled up and it was working beautifully. "Don't you agree Marky?"

Mark nodded and jerked his head towards the door. "You all dinner now." He couldn't even form a coherent sentence because he was still struggling with the not fucking Jeff into oblivion plan. "I'm starving."

"I bet," James said with a snicker.

"What was that Lawson?"

"Nothing. I said nothing."

"That's what I thought."

…

About a half hour later Mark found himself watching Jeff and James have a taco eating contest while Glenn was stuck in the next booth over, caught between whatever Cooper and Connor were fighting about now. Mark himself was done eating and knew that the people in charge of the place wanted them all to get out because they were causing a ruckus. But since he didn't feel like getting up yet, the people around them were going to put up with the chaos for awhile longer.

"You're going to make yourself sick," he warned Jeff as Jeff kept struggling on even though he was beyond full. Mark knew from experience that it was pretty much impossible to out-eat a Lawson. Their stomachs were endless black holes and they could win pretty much win any food challenge laid down before them.

"Am not," Jeff shot back. He tried to take another bite but then almost got sick and he finally admitted defeat. "Oh God…"

"I win!" James said triumphantly. He reached over and patted Jeff on the shoulder. "You'll be okay Jeffro. Just give it awhile."

Jeff only groaned in response and Mark got up and went over to his side of the bench so he could wrap his arm around him and shake his head. "I told you not to do it," he said with a sigh.

"I know," Jeff said miserably. "Marky I don't feel good."

"Ssssh, I know. Just let it pass. You'll feel better soon enough." Mark had no idea if that was going to be the case or not but it seemed to make Jeff feel a little bit better so he stuck with that story.

"You smell nice," Jeff said, cuddling up to Mark and making James chuckled as he continued to stuff his face like the pig that he was. "I don't wanna go together. Make me not go Marky."

"Believe me, I want to," Mark replied, stroking Jeff's hair with his fingers. "But you gotta do it, remember? Your contract don't run out until the summer and you just got to tough it out until then, remember?" Jeff had initially been kind of looking forward to wrestling again until he realized that Mark was not coming back with him. Because of the seriousness of Mark's head injury, it was questionable if he was even going to wrestle again at all. And while part of Mark felt kind of sad about that, he wasn't going to do something stupid like come back when he could just end up making things worse. He didn't have all his memories back now, so the last place he needed to be was a wrestling ring. If he took one blow to the head, he could lose EVERY memory he had and he could lose it permanently, which was the last thing he wanted.

"I know," Jeff said with a sigh. "I'm just gonna miss you guys." They had promised to travel with him some of the time although they really couldn't be there the entire time. James wasn't even allowed near anything WWE related because Vince banned him from it ages ago (not like that could really stop him) and Mark really wasn't up for huge amounts of traveling yet.

"You'll have Glenn-" Mark started to say when James cut him off.

"Crispy's company isn't worth shit Marky." James reached over and patted Jeff's arm. "But you can distract yourself by annoying the shit out of him. Believe me, that's always fun."

Jeff giggled while Mark rolled his eyes. "You're encouraging bad habits. I hope you know that."

"Nonsense. I'm encouraging good ones." To prove his point, he grabbed a salt shaker and tossed it at Glenn, laughing loudly as it bounced off his head. "See?"

Mark just shook his head. He wasn't even going to argue with him about that. It just wasn't worth it.

…

"So what are we going to do?" Jeff asked as he bounced into the bedroom with James and Mark right behind him. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Because I've been waiting to watch Law Abiding Citizen for forever now but every time I try I always get distracted." He started to head for the DVD play when Mark grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into a kiss. "Oh not again," he grumbled before eagerly kissing Mark back, grinding himself shamelessly up against the bigger man.

James chuckled and closed and locked the door behind. "Sorry Jeffey," he said, not sounding very sorry at all. "Looks like your movie is going to have to wait again." He watched Mark and Jeff make-out for a couple of minutes before roughly grabbing Jeff and capturing him with a kiss of his own. Mark watched the both of them with lustful eyes, his hands moving on their own accord and ripping Jeff's shirt right off of him.

"Hey!" Jeff protested with a pout. "I liked that shirt!"

"I'll get you a new one," Mark promised. He ripped Jeff and James apart before kissing them both, barely even aware that more and more clothing was being lost between all three of them. He was too driven by lust, kissing Jeff with such force that his lips were starting to swell and bruise and biting James's neck so hard that he drew blood.

"God damn Marky!" James groaned as he grabbed the lube so he could start prepping Jeff. "What are you, a fucking vampire or something?"

"Or something," Mark replied. He licked up the blood on James's neck and then picked up Jeff, kissing him roughly as Jeff wrapped his arms and legs around him tightly. At that moment, absolutely nothing mattered except for the pleasure and the two men in the room with him. The past he couldn't remember, the yelling downstairs, the uncertainty of what the hell was going to happen in the future-none of that mattered. It was all irrelevant. What mattered was the here and the now and he liked that. It made everything that much simpler.

"Oh fuck," Jeff moaned as James slipped two fingers inside of him and began to stretch him as quickly as he could. "Mmm…please…"

"Please what?" Mark asked, even though he already knew what it was that Jeff wanted.

"Fuck me," Jeff pleased, arching his back as James added another finger into the mix. "Please…both of you…need you so fucking bad…"

"Now how do we refuse that kind of begging?" James asked with a smirk.

They didn't. It was as simple as that. Mark motioned for James to hurry up and James did, removing his fingers so he could apply a generous amount of lube to his cock and then just as much to Mark's. Mark involuntarily thrusted into James's hand, growling lowly and slamming into Jeff's tight heat as soon as he got a chance. He almost lost it at the sound of Jeff's moan, but he kept a hold of himself as best as he could as James slipped in right alongside him.

"Oh fuck!" Jeff yelled, his eyes clenched shut in pain. It still hurt even though they had done this a few times now. It was impossible to not have some pain to go with it. Mark and James were well hung in that department so it was going to tear him apart no matter what.

"Holy Jesus…" Neither Mark nor James moved for awhile, letting Jeff adjust to them while struggling just not to cum from how tight he was. When Jeff began rocking his hips needily, they began to move at the same time, both of them barely able to do so because Jeff was so tight. "Fuck," Mark groaned, kissing Jeff while James bit and sucked on his neck. "Jeff…"

Jeff merely moaned and writhed between them, already so close to the edge that it seemed like he was in pain. James grabbed on to Jeff's cock and stroked it, bringing him to climax so fast that he didn't know what hit him. As his orgasm ripped through him, his walls tightened around them and they lost all their control, cumming with loud groans and shouts. Their seed filled Jeff to the brim, some of it spilling out as they pulled out and collapsed down to the bed. Jeff had almost passed out and Mark simply held his limp body while James grabbed his cigarettes for a much needed smoke. "You want one?" he offered.

Mark shook his head and continued to hold Jeff. "Nah, I'm good."

James nodded and lit up, taking a deep inhale before exhaling and grabbing an ash tray so it was closer to him. "You know, Glenn was talking about you going to see a hypnotist. So you can get the rest of your memories and shit back."

Mark thought about that offer, part of him tempted to do it just out of curiosity. But then he shook his head, deciding that it really wasn't worth it. He was happy where he was now. If he got the rest of his memories back then great. And if he didn't then fine. He was more interested in the life he, James and Jeff were building for themselves and was at peace with whoever the fuck he was now. "Nah," he said, leaning over Jeff so he could give James a kiss. "I'm good."