Title Miles Away
Pairing CM Punk/Jeff Hardy
Rating M - language
Disclaimer I own nothing, nada, niente ... get the picture?
So I did another one-shot :-) Basically, its a drunk Jeff trying to get in Punkys pants - can't be much wrong with that right? So here you go.
'For fucks sake Jeff, I can't do this anymore!'
Jeff pauses in his drunken fumbling trying to undo Phil's belt and gazes up at his lover in a haze of confusion, 'What's up Philly? Why d'ya look so sad? How 'bout I make you feel better huh?' Phil almost laughed at the sweet smile on the face of his boyfriend but as Jeff leaned in to kiss him, the Straight Edge brunette caught the stench of alcohol on his breath and pushed him away.
'How many times have you gotten shit-faced this month Jeff? Any idea?'
Jeff's eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to wriggle closer to his boyfriend. 'Aw don't get mad Philly, 'm too tired an' my head hurts.' The purple haired enigma wrapped his arms tightly around Phil, rested his head on his stomach and closed his eyes.
Phil's heart sank and he willed himself to not be manipulated. He shook Jeff violently to make him let go and picked himself up from the couch leaving Jeff flat on his back blinking stupidly up at him. 'Who's fault is it that your head hurts Jeff? Because it sure as hell isn't mine. I took a month's leave for us so that we could spend time together for a change and you've been out getting trashed every night so far.'
Jeff groaned and pulled a cushion over his face to try and block out Pills yelling, only for Phil to pull it out of his hands and hit him in the stomach with it. 'Ouch! Philly! Can't we snuggle now and talk in the morning? M'bored.'
'For fucks sake Jeff, don't you think I'm fucking bored? Bored of the same shit over and over again. I've tried having this conversation every night this week but I just don't get anywhere. I just can't seem to get inside that head of yours anymore.' Sighing, Phil realised what he had to do and knew that he had to do it now before he talked himself out of it or Jeff convinced him not to. He smacked Jeff again with the cushion as he was starting to fall asleep again and the older man's eyes snapped open in annoyance; however Phil was talking again before Jeff could.
'I'm leaving Jeff. I can't spend another night holding your hair while you throw up. I can't deal with your shit anymore so I'm going. Now!'
Before Jeff could think of a response, Phil had turned and walked up the stairs. In the time it took Phil to pack a bag, and get back downstairs, Jeff had gone back to sleep, curled up in a ball on the couch. Phil rolled his eyes and headed out the door, hoping for a good night's sleep himself before he had to deal with the events of that night properly.
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