Author: Katie
E-mail: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em & I'm not claiming that this happened, only in my mind.
Distribution: Only at Castles in the Sky http://members.tripod.com/katemarie_1
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Based on the urban legend of the same name.
Note: Thanks to AJ for all her help as usual
Andrew sighs as he opens up the door to his hotel room. Flicking on the light he is shocked to see his roommate for the night Jeff Hardy, having sex with Raven. Jeff looks over and growls, "Turn off the fucking light!"
Drew snorts and after apologizing, flips the lights back off. Sighing unhappily to himself, Drew quickly undresses and sinks into his bed, not even bothering to brush his teeth. He tries sleeping but Jeff's muffled moans keep him awake. He finally rolls over and pulls a pillow over his head blocking out the sounds.
The next morning Drew wakes up and rolls out of bed heading for the bathroom. Raven steps out just as Drew reaches for the handle. "Sorry bout last night Drew. We weren't expecting you back so soon. If we had known you'd be back we would have invited you to join."
Drew rolls his eyes. "Yeah whatever. Do you mind? I need to take a shower."
Raven steps aside and heads for the door.
"Aren't you even going to say goodbye to Jeff?" Drew asks.
"Nah. As good as he is, he's just another fuck. See ya round Drew."
Drew watches as Raven walks out the door and then slips into the bathroom. He takes his shower and dresses quickly. Stepping back into the bedroom, the first thing Drew notices is Jeff lying naked on the bed stroking himself. The second thing he notices is Jeff staring at him seductively.
Drew stares back, swearing at himself for the tightening in his groin. "Hey Jeff. Sorry bout last night. I wasn't expecting to find Raven in here."
Jeff gets to his knees and crawls over to the edge of the bed. He grabs Drew by the belt and pulls the older man closer. "I don't care about last night. I want you Drew. Right here. Right now."
Drew closes his eyes and pushes Jeff away. Opening his eyes back up, he glares at the younger man. "Go to hell Jeff. Like I would ever touch your slutty ass."
Jeff looks up the hurt evident in his eyes. His green eyes harden and he glares at Drew. "Fuck you, you bastard. I can see how much you want me. Just because I got laid last night doesn't mean you have the right too�"
Jeff is cut off by Drew pinning him to the bed. "Listen you little bitch. You get laid every night. You are not adding me as just another notch on your belt. If I thought you were at all serious about me, I'd fuck you ten ways from Sunday. Now back the fuck off. We have to get to the arena and then go to the next town." Drew pushes himself off Jeff and off the bed. He grabs his stuff and walks out of the room.
Jeff watches him sadly and slides out of the bed and into a cold shower.
Next night
Drew looks at the door to his and Jeff's room and remembers the night before. With a shake of his head, he slips the keycard through its slot and opens the door. Without turning on the lights, Drew slips into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He strips down to his boxers and heads to bed.
Drew sighs as he hears Jeff's moans and groans. He grabs his Walkman off the bedside table and turns it up at full volume. He falls asleep to the sounds of Pearl Jam and Jeff groaning.
The next morning he wakes up and pulls the headset from his head. He sighs and rolls over looking out the window. 'I guess I have to get out of bed eventually. I just don't want to see Jeff tangled up with someone else.' Drew thinks to himself as he rolls onto his back. He pulls himself into a sitting position and screams.
Later that Day
Drew sits on the bench and stares at the pictures the police officer shoves under his nose. "Did you kill Jeffrey Hardy?"
"No I didn't. I've told you a million times already. The night before Jeff was having sex when I walked in and flipped on the lights. He yelled at me. I shut off the light. The next night I got back to the hotel and heard noises that sounded like he was having sex again. I left the light off and went to bed. When I woke up, I saw that� That thing written across the wall. I screamed and checked on Jeff. He was dead." Drew says breaking down into tears.
Behind the two way mirror, the detective in charge watches. ""Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?" It's like something out of a horror movie. Lock him up. He's obviously trying to throw us off the scent."
They lock Drew up and he spends the next forty years in jail for a crime he never committed.
THE END