He was tired and his body was aching. Over a year out. This damn neck injury was getting the best of him and he hated just setting on the sidelines doing nothing. Night after night, he'd set here at home watching Jay and Chris wrestle and be labeled "Quite possibly the best tag team ever in WWE history." And that pissed him right the fuck off. Edge and Christian *WERE* the best team to ever grace that damned squared circle; No holds barred, and yet Christian and Jericho was now holding that honor. Jericho for Christ's sake. Fuck, Jericho couldn't hold his jock-strap...although there have been not so subtle hints and innuendos that Chris would be all to happy to hold what was firmly nestled in his jock strap. And yeah, Adam would admit to himself that there have been more than a few times that he thought of Chris that way, and if it wasn't for Jay, he's be all over that shit in less than a heartbeat. But there was Jay...And Jericho.

He liked Chris...Hell, he liked Chris a lot, but for anyone to compare Christian and Jericho to Edge and Christian was an all out bunch of bull shit. Another win and of course the "Congratulatory hug" after the match. He hated watching these, it made him cringe and his body ache with jealousy; *HE* should be the one Jay was holding, and of course it was implied that Christian and Jericho were closerthanthis...but were they?!

Jay did seem to be spending more and more time at Chris' house and less time at their's. Was Jessica there all these times, did she even care as long as she got her share of the money? Jessica...Denise...Alannah...All bought and paid for wives to make the WWE superstars look "Normal"; What ever the hell "normal" would be considered. He loved Jay and he didn't give a flying fuck who the hell cared, but 'ole Vinnie Mac had his hang-ups, and more than a few skeletons hanging in his closet, "Edge" knew that all too well...The old proverbial sofa interviews were not just for women anymore. He literally got this job on his knees in front of that sick old fuck, Vinnie Mac.

Adam leaned closer to the television, stopped the tape on the commercial, pushed rewind, then play again in slow motion. He didn't just see that...it was wrong, all wrong, it had to be wrong, there was No fucking way in hell he saw that. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him, he was tired...But No...There it was again, Jay grabbing more than a hand full of Chris' well rounded ass cheek and a full frontal-grind for added "Congratulations". Turning off the television, tossing the remote to where it shattered against the wall. Adam heaved his body back against the cushions of the sofa; He was right after all, Jay was having an affair with Chris right under his fucking nose. He closed his forest green eyes to try to block out the image of Jay openly grabbing at Chris' ass, it didn't work, if anything the picture intensified until he thought his head would explode from the vivid memory now held there. If that was the damn game Jay wanted to play, fuck it. He'd play, too. Two could play this game as well as one. He gave it ten minutes, then dialed the cell phone number. "Yell-o. Your dime, take it or waste it." The familiar voice answered the phone as only he could.

Adam voice caught momentarily in his throat, before clearing it to speak. "Chris, it's Adam. What are you doing later? I thought a couple beers would taste good." The silence on the other end stunned him for a moment. "Chris," He said questioningly.

"Yeah, man...I'm here. I'll ask Jay if he's up to it and get back to you." Jericho responded. *He* would ask Jay...What the hell was that?! Jay had been his lover for as long as he could remember but yet Chris was gonna "Ask Jay"...When the hell did this happen.

"Chris," Adam spoke quickly. "I thought it would be just us. You and me." Adam finished to yet another round of silence. "Unless you have plans?" Adam continued.

"Ummm...No...No, plans...Not really, None that I can't rearrange." Chris finally spoke up.

"Good. Then I'll head over to your place. I'll just meet you there." Adam suggested.

"No, that won't work. Be there in about an hour. Give me time to get rid of Jessica." Chris asked. Adam wondered what he was doing, he could hear muffled sounds from Jericho's end. The sounds of whispered talking and occasionally Chris would make inadvertent little sounds like.....It was then that the realization of *What* Jericho was doing hit him, or more what Jay was doing to Chris. Sucking his cock. Jay was sucking Jericho's fucking cock; with him on the phone, Of course, Jay had no idea who the hell Chris was talking to, hell no, Chris wouldn't let on. Jericho wanted him to listen as Jay sucked his damn cock, hear the sounds that he couldn't help but let escape. Fuck, Adam knew; There was no restraint when it came to Jason Reso giving head, Jay was the best...and he fucking taught the creepy little bastard! He couldn't set back and listen to this.

"Alright. I'll be there in about an hour, with the beer." Adam tried to keep his tone casual, when all he really wanted to do was fucking rip Chris' cock off and shove it so far up Jay's ass it would have to be surgically removed.

One hour. He had one hour to burn. Shower. He'd take a shower. Maybe doing a little Self-pleasure, just enough to get horny as hell. The heat of the water pelted on his body as he closed his eyes, holding his head back, letting the water run over his hair, down his back. This particular movement drove Jay nearly insane with it's subtle erotic overtures...And, of course, he was thinking of Jay. "Jay," Adam let the whispered name slide off his parted lips as his soap-lathered hand stroked slowly over the head of his cock. This was defiantly working wonders on getting him aroused as his hips moved a slow pumping rhythm against his own hand. With his other hand he grasped his balls and began a taunting rolling motion. "Mmm...Jay," The name hoarsely filled the shower area. There had been many times that Jay would bend him forward using much the same fore-play as he was using on himself. He moaned aloud as his cock began to enlarge with liquid hot semen. He hissed air through his parted lips as his hand gripped and stroked even faster. "Oh...Oh...God...Fuck, Yesssss..." His hips, as if of their own accord, pumped faster, harder.

His eyes flew open as soon as he felt the man in front of him. Jay. But there was also another set of finger against him from behind, working at his ass hole to get it to open for easy penetration. "Hey, Angel." Jay swirled his tongue over his rippled chest muscles as Adam glanced back to see Jericho's well lathered fingers pushing at his ass. "Ohhhhh, God....That's great, Chris. Don't stop." Adam moaned as his head bent back against Chris' shoulder. He was all too aware of what Jay was doing to his cock, his hand tight around the base, smoothing up and down in that motion that usually had him spewing his cum all over Jay's chest in 0.2 seconds but not this time...No, this time there was one finger up his ass, rocking roughly against his prostate. His back arched, pushing his ass further towards Jericho's fingers, it was fingers now, the slight sting had passed as Chris thrust the second one into him, working now with that first finger. "Feel good, Baby?" Jericho murmured the words against his shoulders between none to gentle bites as Jay's tongue set to work on the bulbous head of his cock. "Yes....God, yesssss." He wanted to scream the words as his hips moved at a near frantic pace. One instant he was thrusting at Jay's mouth, the next instant, Chris' fingers were hitting his prostate. Two sets of hands stroked over his body to intensify the feeling of such utter sexual pleasure that he thought his body would dissipate from the feeling. His mind was splintering, sharp colors flashed past his closed forest green eyes. "You ready for me, baby?" He heard Jericho's guttural question. It was all he could do to stand as Jay's mouth smooth down the whole length of his cock, giving deep throat a whole new meaning. Adam's fingers buried in the flesh of Jay's shoulders as Chris none to gently drove his raging hard cock up his ass. Adam cried out, not from pain but from pleasure; The momentary shock of his body taking Jericho's heavy length in him. Jay was hung like a fucking horse, but Chris was thicker. Adam felt Chris grasp at his hips as he pounded ruthlessly into him. "Baby, oh, yeah...You are just what I thought you'd be. Fuck, Adam...Jay was right. You are so damn tight." Chris moaned. Adam could no longer grasp a coherent thought, much less find words to speak. Jay was working his cock like there was no tomorrow, while the water smoothed over his flesh like a thousand tiny fingers, and Jericho was hitting his prostate with such a force he had to grasp upward for the metal bar that would normally hold washcloths, and in that stretched angle everything intensified ten-fold for Adam. "Cum for me, baby. Cum before I do. I want to see Jay swallow your load, baby." Jericho groaned the words against Adam's heated shoulder. Jay's fingers grasped at his sack; kneading, squeezing as his mouth sucked harder. Adam felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Jay's throat and Jay did not even gag but instead continued to pull at his jutting cock with that precious mouth of his. Behind him, Chris was damn near ready to lose it as his hips drove harder into that tight ass. "Your ass is so tight, baby. So fucking awe.." Jericho's words were cut short as he felt Adam's body tense, then convulse as his spilled his semen into Jay's mouth. Jericho heard the cry erupt from Adam as he watched Jay's throat begin that swallowing motion and that was it; With one final hard drive that summoned another cry from Adam. Chris' body trembled as all movement ceased, his back arched like a bow as his fingers bit into the curve of Adam's hips while he pumped his release into the tight ass of Adam Copeland.

Three bodies collapsed against the shower floor, wrapping tightly against the other. "Poor Jay," Adam managed to find the words. "He didn't get off."

"Who the fuck said we're finished?" Chris fisted his hand through Adam's long, wet hair; pulling his head back as his mouth covered the fullness of Adam's parted lips. He had waited for what seemed an eternity to devour those lips and he was no where near done with Adam...or Jay.