He sat in his favorite chair staring at the tv as the Rainbow haired distraction flew around the ring; his face set in determination and his eyes glittering. With a growl that was barely heard by his own ears Rod swirled what little bit of beer that was left around the can; his lips pursed in a confused pout. Since the after party for WrestleMania he'd hid himself away; only doing what absolutely needed to be done, thoughts of what had happened between him and the youngest Hardy fogging his mind until he felt like screaming and yanking his hair out by the roots. SmackDown broke for the asinine commercials they played; followed by the bumpers of matches weeks ago yet he didn't move—didn't take his eyes away from the screen, it was almost as if he could still see the bright purple and blue haired young man, his green eyes glittering in the thousands of lights that lit the arena and flashed from the cameras.

The commercial ended and Rod felt his mouth dry up when they showed the young man on his back, his opponent struggling to pin him with a school boy; his groin pressed up against Jeff's rear. Rod closed his eyes and forced himself to forget the feel of his lithe body pressed against his chest as his large calloused hand wrung sighs and moans from his pretty pale lips. He had felt the trembling of Jeff's velvet on steel hardness and knew it wasn't going to be long before Jeff erupted. And he was right, with a cry that sounded like something an angel would utter the bright haired enchanter had arched his back and released in his hand; his whole body shuddering from the intensity. Rod's breathing quickened as he pictured the heavy lidded gaze Jeff had leveled on him and it took him a couple moments to realize that he had just jerked himself to a memory; and a memory more than likely the kid never even thought of.

With a disgusted grunt he wiped his hand on his shirt; much like he had done that night to Jeff. The match was over—had been over for quite some time but Rod had been too lost to his recollection of the feelings that were dancing over his body as he pictured the young enigma in all his glory; naked for his eyes only—even he had never seen him that way. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to will other thoughts; images of the many buxom women he had wiled away the time with over the years but none were more than hazy blurs set against smoky hotel rooms. Yet the kids' haunting green eyes were sharp in his minds eye; changing from molten emerald to shards of glass ready to cut deep and leave him bleeding.

"The kid must hate me, not that I blame him any." He murmured as he got up and moved around his living room; his eyes touching on everything in the room from pictures to pieces of nonsense that he'd picked up over the years because it reminded him that he had done something with his life—became something even though the world had seemed to be against him. Yet there was one picture missing, one picture that many people had displayed on their mantels or end tables—a picture that even the eldest Hardy had. His wedding picture. He'd never found that one person that made his heart beat fast or his breath catch in his throat and he probably never would now; he was an old codger, way past his prime for someone as young as Hardy.

Besides I done insulted his daddy, his brother and his sissy footed brother-in-law. You had your chance there Hot Rod, 'member ole Bob Orton? Yea I thought so, ya blew that what makes you think you'll won't blow this. There is no this, there's nothing there, the young pup is nothing more than a banana gobbling cock fairy. Rod balled his fist and slammed it against the wall, rattling the pictures and sending them askew as his mind wandered back to the night in the alley. But then you're no better yourself, you liked it—admit that you'd let that little purdy lipped boy take you and show you what he can do. "Dammit git yourself together Rod." He picked up another beer and tossed it back, not caring that most of it spilled out from his mouth and soaked the shirt he had on. All that mattered was that he chased the bright eyed, multicolor topped demon from his mind.

The night rolled on and Rod found himself watching the replay of SmackDown; rolling his eyes as Jericho paraded around the ring with Wight following behind him like a love sick puppy.

"Wonder what his life partner thinks of that. " Rod grumbled, "Bet all three of them take turns catching and throwing." The thought brought up a nasty image and Rod doubled over in the chair; coughing everything up that he had drank.

After his retching fit had passed he groaned and sat back in his chair; mopping his face cussing himself for letting himself get so out of control of his feelings and emotions. He'd never let himself get that bad, even when he'd ran from home and did anything and everything he could to survive he'd never let his defenses fall. Mentally he growled, blaming the younger man, hurling insult after insult at him but deep down he knew that it was his fault. Jeff hadn't pushed him away. In fact if Rod had stayed they probably would have ended up at the hotel together; exploring one another's bodies leisurely, finding spots that brought out moans and whimpers. However the ghost of feelings long past had resurfaced and he pushed away; his chest tightening as he placed Bob's face over the fresh faced youth in front of him.

His eyes slid closed as Jeff's music poured from the tv speakers; Jeff and Bob's faces swirling behind his lids and closing in on him until he couldn't breathe. With a gasp his eyes flew open and he stared at the screen; his eyes locking with the intense green eyed gaze that was staring down the camera as he growled into the mic. Once more his eyes drifted closed only this time they didn't rise; images of Jeff wandering through his subconscious and making the edges of his lips quirk up in a contented smile.