I'm not so straightedge.

Summary-What happens when Jeff finds CM Punk doing something not-so-straightedge?

Pairing-Punkers/Jeff

Rating-T

No beta. All mistakes are mine!

Warnings-Cursing,M/M Kissing, smoking, mentions of cutting

Disclaimer- Nope I don't own them. Wish I did. WWE owns CM and Jeff owns himself.

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I sighed and took another drag from my cancer stick. The smoke felt so good in my lungs, warm and tangy. Puffing the smoke out I looked down at my scarred flesh. Jagged cuts adorned my arm like little birthmarks.

Taking one more drag I let the white and orange cigarette go and stomped it out.
Looking around I made sure no one saw me. If anyone knew what I did I'd be ruined.
Pulling my hoodie sleeves down I started to walk back to the entrance of the arena. I was almost there when BAM! I collided with another person. I muttered out a quick "sorry" before rushing, well attempting to rush inside. Too bad the person decided to grab my wrist. I winced as one of my freshest cuts were touched. "It's quite alright Punky" That voice….. "JEFF HARDY?!" I twirled around to come face to face with those pretty green eyes. So, so pretty…. "The one and only Punkin'" I blushed at the nickname
. All of a sudden I saw his face scrunch up. "Uh Phil…why do you smell like cigarettes?"

Oh no oh no oh no! This is not good! "Uh…uh…" He sniffed the air a little "You breath smells like them too" Emerald eyes widened "Punkin' were you smoking?!" Shit! "Uh….." Oh God I couldn't take it. I flung myself in his arms and started crying. "I-it feels so g-good and I j-just don't k-know!" "Ssssh…. Ssh..Philly it's okay. Just answer me this, Why?" "D-did you n-not just hear me?" "You have to have a reason" "I guess the stress of you gone and the guilt just got to me.

I didn't want to at first but it felt so good" "Oh punky" Jeff softly rubbed my arms up and down trying to calm me down. Too bad he touched the bad wrist and I cringed a little. Oh please don't let him have felt that….. He pressed down a little harder "Owe". "Punk roll up your sleeve" I rolled my black hoodie's sleeve a little reluctantly. "Oh Phillip. Why?"

I felt tears gather up again. "I-I couldn't take it! I couldn't take the heartache and guilt. The smoking and cutting help numb some of that pain away." "Punky what are you talking about heartache?" "I-I love you and…." I was too choked up to say anything more. I suddenly felt something wet hit my head. "Why are you crying Jeffy?" "Because my naïve Punkin' I love you too a-and I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself by cutting and smoking. Philly please promise you'll stop. Please" "Anything for you Jeffy. I love you so much" "I love you too cutie" Jeff cupped my face and gave me a passionate, love-filled kiss. "Bleh you taste like nicotine!" "Don't worry I'll never taste like this ever again…" "Mmmm you better not.." was the last thing whispered before I was pulled into another heated kiss.

End!

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