Chapter 1: Our Forever
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Art by: Prank2far
The sky above them was a soft, endless blue, dotted with drifting petals that seemed to dance just for them. Jay had always thought weddings were about spectacle. The flowers, the music, the applause...but standing there, hand clasped in Adam’s, he realized it had never been about that. It was about the quiet, unshakable certainty in his chest. It was about the man standing before him, the one who had been part of his life for as long as he could remember, the one who had always been home.
“Still can’t believe you’re mine,” Adam murmured, his voice warm with a teasing edge. He adjusted the bouquet of purple flowers in his hand, leaning in just slightly so their shoulders brushed. His grin was soft, playful, yet there was something in his eyes...a glimmer of awe that Jay had seen only a handful of times in all their years together.
Jay smirked and rested his palm lightly on Adam’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fine black suit. “I’ve been yours for decades. Today just makes it official.” He tilted his head, a trace of mischief in his voice, but the emotion swelling in his chest threatened to break through his usual composure.
Petals swirled around them in the soft breeze. Somewhere behind them, someone cheered, and laughter rippled through the air, but it all felt distant. It had always been like this with Adam, whenever they were together, the world blurred, leaving just the two of them.
Jay’s gaze traveled over the man who had been his constant, his safe harbor. Adam looked as radiant as the sky itself in that moment, sunlight catching in his long, neatly tied hair and the gold accents of his vest. He looked like he had been born for this day, for this moment at Jay’s side.
“Remember when we said we didn’t need a wedding?” Adam asked softly, leaning closer, their foreheads nearly touching.
Jay chuckled. “I lied. I wanted this. I wanted everyone to see that I’m yours. That I’ve always been yours.”
Adam’s arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close, and Jay didn’t resist. He sank into the embrace with the ease of someone who had spent a lifetime learning how to fit against this man. He could smell the faint mix of cologne and fresh flowers, the scent he would forever associate with home.
“We’ve had a lot of years,” Adam whispered. “Ups and downs, nights on the road, stupid arguments over nothing… but I think this is my favorite one.” His voice was low, almost trembling, as though saying the words aloud made them too real, too big to hold.
Jay’s lips curved into a gentle smile, his chest tightening with a love that felt both eternal and brand new. “Our forever starts today,” he said, the words quiet but certain.
In that moment, nothing else mattered, not the crowd, not the cameras, not the petals still drifting through the sky. It was only Adam’s warmth against him, the strength of his hand in Jay’s, and the knowledge that after all these years, they had finally given a name to the thing that had always bound them together.
They had always belonged to each other. Today, the world simply got to see it.
Chapter 2: Morning in Our Little World
Notes:
Rất chân thành cảm ơn bé yêu Prank2far đã giúp chị có những tác phẩm nghệ thuật thật là tuyệt vời cho câu chuyện này. Yêu bé rất là nhiều.
Thank you so much, my dear Prank2far, for helping me to have such wonderful Art for this story. Love you so much.
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The first light of morning spilled through the curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the sheets. The alarm clock read 7:00, but Jay barely registered it. What he noticed first was the steady rise and fall of Adam’s chest against his back, the warmth of those strong arms encircling him as if they were made to hold him there forever.
He shifted slightly, feeling Adam’s breath tickle the back of his neck. It was a simple thing, yet it sent a wave of quiet happiness through him. After so many years of traveling, of early flights and late nights, of hotel rooms that never felt like home, this was what he had always longed for: a morning with nowhere to be except here, wrapped in Adam’s embrace.
“Mm… morning,” Adam murmured, his voice low and still heavy with sleep. He nuzzled closer, his beard brushing against Jay’s skin. “You’re warm.”
Jay smiled, eyes still half-closed. “Maybe because you’ve been glued to me all night.” His tone was teasing, but his hand found Adam’s forearm and held it there, unwilling to let go. He had been waiting for mornings like this for what felt like forever, and now that they were here, he wanted to savor every second.
The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the world outside and the faint creak of the bed as Adam shifted to pull him even closer. One of his hands drifted up to Jay’s chest, palm spreading over his heart in an instinctive gesture of protection. Jay covered that hand with his own, letting his thumb brush over the familiar calluses that told the story of a lifetime in the ring.
“Do you ever think about how long it took us to get here?” Adam’s voice was softer now, carrying the weight of memory. “All the years we spent… almost like this, but not quite. Sharing everything but the title, you know?”
Jay let out a quiet laugh, thinking of the championship belt lying carelessly at the corner of the bed, the one with both their names on it. “I think we always knew. We just… needed the world to catch up to us.”
Adam hummed, pressing a lazy kiss against Jay’s shoulder. “Well, I’m not letting go now. Not ever.”
“Good,” Jay whispered. His chest ached with that overwhelming, tender kind of happiness that didn’t need grand gestures or crowds to validate it. This was the life they had fought for. The one that wasn’t about the roar of an arena or the flash of cameras, but about quiet mornings, soft touches, and a love that had weathered everything.
The sun climbed higher, warming the room, and Jay turned slightly in Adam’s arms so they were face to face. Their foreheads touched, and for a moment, they just breathed each other in, smiling without words.
If eternity could be measured in moments, Jay thought, then this was their forever.
Chapter 3: A Shared Mirror
Notes:
Rất chân thành cảm ơn bé yêu Prank2far đã giúp chị có những tác phẩm nghệ thuật thật là tuyệt vời cho câu chuyện này. Yêu bé rất là nhiều.
Thank you so much, my dear Prank2far, for helping me to have such wonderful Art for this story. Love you so much.
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By 7:30 a.m., the bathroom was alive with the soft hum of running water and the faint scent of warm steam clinging to the tiles. Droplets still slid down the mirror from their shower, leaving streaks across the glass that blurred their reflections. In that slightly foggy mirror, Jay and Adam stood shoulder to shoulder, two tall figures wrapped in nothing more than towels and the warmth of routine.
Jay’s toothbrush moved lazily, the foam curling at the corners of his lips as he leaned forward over the sink. Beside him, Adam’s shoulder brushed his every now and then, just enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone. They had spent years side by side, through locker rooms, arenas, endless highways, but this simple moment, in the comfort of their home, somehow felt more intimate than all the spotlights they had ever known.
Adam hummed softly, a tune Jay recognized from years ago, some old song they used to listen to on road trips. His damp hair dripped water down his chest and onto the towel at his waist. A single droplet landed on Jay’s shoulder, cool against his warm skin.
Jay glanced sideways, his lips curling into a faint smirk even with the toothbrush between his teeth. “You’re dripping on me again,” he mumbled, voice muffled but amused.
Adam only grinned, the corner of his mouth lifting as he bent slightly closer. “Maybe I like leaving my mark.”
Jay rolled his eyes in mock exasperation, but his chest swelled with that quiet, overwhelming fondness he could never quite put into words. He spat into the sink, rinsed, and watched their reflection in the mirror. Two men who had grown up together in so many ways, who had stumbled and triumphed and found their way back to each other over and over, now stood brushing their teeth like any other couple in the world.
It was almost funny to him. The world knew “Edge and Christian” as the team who thrived under roaring crowds and flashing lights, the brothers-in-arms, the tag champions, the legends. But here, in the steam and the soft morning light, they were simply Adam and Jay. Just two men starting the day together, shoulders brushing as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to fit.
Adam reached out without thinking, his hand ghosting against Jay’s jaw to brush away a spot of foam he’d missed. His touch lingered for a second longer than necessary. “There. Perfect,” he said softly, his voice almost a murmur meant only for Jay.
Jay’s heart thudded in that quiet, familiar rhythm he had grown to associate with moments like this. Not the wild pounding of adrenaline in a ring, not the rush of victory, but the slow, grounding beat of home. He met Adam’s eyes in the mirror, and for a second, the world outside the bathroom didn’t exist.
“You know,” Jay said as he rinsed his toothbrush, “I could live with mornings like this forever.”
Adam leaned down, his chin briefly resting on Jay’s shoulder, his breath warm against damp skin. “Good,” he murmured, letting his fingers graze Jay’s waist, casual but sure. “Because that’s exactly what you’re getting.”
There was nothing spectacular about the moment to anyone else. No fireworks, no crowd, no glory. But for Jay, it was everything, a promise whispered not in words, but in the easy comfort of shared routines, the steam curling around them, and the mirror reflecting the simplest truth: this was love, steady and certain, and it was finally theirs to keep.
Chapter 4: Breakfast for Two
Notes:
Rất chân thành cảm ơn bé yêu Prank2far đã giúp chị có những tác phẩm nghệ thuật thật là tuyệt vời cho câu chuyện này. Yêu bé rất là nhiều.
Thank you so much, my dear Prank2far, for helping me to have such wonderful Art for this story. Love you so much.
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It 8:00 time for breakfast. The soft warmth of morning light poured through the half‑open curtains, dancing over the table where breakfast waited. Steam rose lazily from a pair of coffee mugs, curling into the sunlit air as the scent of fried eggs and toasted bread mingled with the gentle fragrance of fresh fruit. Outside, the day had already begun for the world, but inside their home, time still felt slow, like the last lingering note of a song.
Jay sat at the small table by the window, his arm draped casually over the back of the chair, a mug held close to his lips. He wore one of Adam’s T‑shirts slightly loose on his frame, its soft fabric carrying the familiar scent of detergent and the faint warmth of his Adam. He watched Adam move across the kitchen space with a kind of quiet amusement, eyes following the easy, confident way his long hair caught the morning light and the subtle flex of muscle beneath his white tank top.
Adam finally settled into the seat across from him, placing a forkful of eggs toward Jay with a playful grin. “You cooked, I served,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Seems fair that I should get to feed you too.”
Jay laughed, shaking his head but leaning in anyway. “You just want an excuse to stare at me while I eat.”
“Maybe,” Adam admitted with no shame, watching as Jay accepted the bite, his lips curving into a smile around the fork. There was a softness in Adam’s gaze that always undid him, a warmth that carried years of shared memories, from hotel room dinners to championship nights, and now to mornings like this, where they no longer had to leave the world outside.
They ate slowly, trading small teases and half‑spoken jokes that belonged only to them. The sunlight painted golden stripes across Adam’s tanned skin, and Jay found himself distracted, following the way the light traced every line of him. He set his mug down and leaned an elbow on the table, just looking for a moment, as if to memorize this simple perfection.
“Something on my face?” Adam asked, catching his gaze.
“Yeah,” Jay murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Happiness. It looks good on you.”
Adam’s hand reached across the table, covering Jay’s. Their fingers intertwined naturally, and for a moment they didn’t speak, letting the soft hum of the morning fill the silence, the distant chirp of birds, the quiet clink of cutlery, the rustle of the curtains in the breeze.
Jay squeezed his hand gently. “You know… all those years, all the chaos, all the times we almost didn’t get here… I’d do it all again for mornings like this.”
Adam’s thumb brushed along his knuckles, eyes warm and steady. “We’re here now. And I’m not letting go.”
The promise was simple, but it sank deep, the way sunlight seeped into every corner of the room. Jay felt his chest tighten with quiet joy, and he couldn’t help leaning across the table to press a kiss to the side of Adam’s mouth, soft and lingering.
Outside, the world moved on. Inside, the two of them lingered in their own small universe, the morning light wrapping around them like a silent vow. Breakfast would grow cold eventually, but neither of them minded. This was their forever, served warm with coffee and sunlight.
Chapter 5: Morning Workout and Mischief
Notes:
Rất chân thành cảm ơn bé yêu Prank2far đã giúp chị có những tác phẩm nghệ thuật thật là tuyệt vời cho câu chuyện này. Yêu bé rất là nhiều.
Thank you so much, my dear Prank2far, for helping me to have such wonderful Art for this story. Love you so much.
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The faint clinking of weights and the steady rhythm of breathing filled their small home gym. After breakfast, Jay had slipped into his snug workout gear, his golden hair pulled back, ready to start his usual morning training. He jumped up for a set of pull-ups, muscles flexing under the soft sunlight streaming through the window. Sweat began to glisten along his back, tracing the curves of every well-earned line.
Adam leaned casually against the bench, a towel around his waist and his phone in hand, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. Every time Jay lifted himself, his back arched and his perfectly round ass in those tight compression pants was on full display. Adam didn’t even try to resist, he snapped a picture, then another, then another, each click silent but full of pride.
“What are you doing back there?” Jay didn’t look over, but he could feel that gaze, heavy, hot, and way too amused.
“Just… documenting your hard work,” Adam replied with mock innocence, his grin widening. He quickly doodled a little “Peach ♥” sticker on the photo and chuckled under his breath.
Jay dropped down from the bar and shot him a squint, his chest rising and falling from the workout. “Adam Copeland… are you taking pictures of my ass?”
Adam tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Well… yeah. I mean, look at it. It’s a work of art. Someone has to appreciate it properly.” He turned the phone around, proudly displaying a small gallery of Jay’s ass from multiple angles.
Jay bit his lip, trying not to laugh, but a helpless smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’re ridiculous. I’m trying to be serious here, and you’re having a private photoshoot.”
Adam shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Honestly, I could make a whole album. Title it… ‘Jay and the Legendary Peach’.”
“If you ever post that anywhere, you’re dead,” Jay warned, though his voice held no real anger. He turned back to the pull-up bar, his face slightly flushed. Behind him, Adam was still chuckling softly, enjoying every second of this morning mischief.
When Jay finally finished his last set and dropped to the floor, Adam couldn’t resist any longer. He walked over and wrapped his arms around him from behind, pulling him close. “All done, Peach?” he whispered into his ear, deliberately teasing.
Jay laughed and nudged his elbow back playfully. “Call me that one more time and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Adam only hugged him tighter, kissing his temple. “That’s fine… as long as you’re on the couch with me.”
Their laughter filled the room, blending with the soft light of the morning, turning what should have been a regular workout into a memory full of warmth, love, and playful teasing.
Chapter 6: Noon Nap
Notes:
Rất chân thành cảm ơn bé yêu Prank2far đã giúp chị có những tác phẩm nghệ thuật thật là tuyệt vời cho câu chuyện này. Yêu bé rất là nhiều.
Thank you so much, my dear Prank2far, for helping me to have such wonderful Art for this story. Love you so much.
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By noon, the house had gone quiet except for the soft whisper of the curtains brushing against the open window. The smell of late morning sunlight drifted in with the breeze, mingling with the faint scent of coffee and breakfast that still lingered in the air. After their lively workout and playful teasing in the gym, neither man had the energy to do much more than collapse onto the living room sofa.
Adam settled first, his long body sinking into the soft cushions. The sofa was just big enough to fit them if they curled close, which suited him perfectly. He leaned back and opened his arms without a word, the silent invitation one they had long since learned to read. Jay followed with a faint, tired smile, letting himself fall against Adam’s chest. His head found the familiar hollow at Adam’s shoulder, and the world seemed to slow the moment he felt that steady heartbeat under his ear.
The warmth between them was immediate, like the sun spilling across the floorboards. Adam absentmindedly traced a circle on Jay’s back with his thumb, and Jay hummed softly in response, eyes already fluttering shut. His breathing grew slow and even, and Adam chuckled under his breath.
“You never last long,” Adam murmured, voice low and tender. He could feel the faint weight of Jay’s arm draped across his torso, the comfortable press of his body molding perfectly against his own.
The sunlight drifted across the room, catching in Jay’s blond hair and the faint stubble along his jaw. Adam couldn’t resist leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo mixed with the faint salt of their morning exercise. A peaceful smile tugged at his lips. Moments like these were rare, quiet gifts.
Outside, a bird chirped lazily from the garden, and the world felt far away. The sofa creaked softly as Adam shifted, pulling the light throw blanket from the armrest to drape over them. Jay instinctively snuggled closer, making a low, contented sound in his sleep that made Adam’s chest ache in the best way.
He let his head fall back, his own eyes finally drifting shut. Their breaths slowly synced in the soft rhythm of midday dreams, the living room bathed in golden light, as if the world itself was pausing to watch over them.
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