Everyone knew it, Jeff Hardy was the company whore. He got passed around like a viral video, not that any of the WWE superstars were complaining. None except John Morrison.

He hated Jeff Hardy. It was a known fact. And Jeff hated him back just as much. John was pretty sure he was the only guy Jeff hadn't fucked yet, and he was damn proud of it. Everyday one of the guys would come up and tell him he HAD to give it a go, but John always declined, saying he'd rather slam his tongue in a car door than fool around with Jeff Hardy.

John probably wouldn't hate Jeff as much if he didn't use his "talents" to rise to the top. From the way Triple H stared at Jeff all the time, he could tell what went on behind closed doors. And it's not like Jeff tried to hide his relations, John has seen Jeff making out with more guys than he can count in full on public. He'd almost lost his lunch several times because of it.

John walked down the hallways of the Smackdown arena and groaned, seeing Jeff making out with CM Punk a little ways ahead. At least Jeff didn't fuck multiple guys at once. He'd stay loyal to whoever he was fucking until they were done and then he'd be off to the next guy. And right now, that guy was CM Punk.

John was friends with Punk, good friends, so he really couldn't understand why he would want anything to do with Jeff Hardy. Especially considering Jeff's well known druggie past and Punk's straightedge nature. But for the past four months, he couldn't find Punk without Jeff attached to his hip.

"Punk," said Morrison. "Didn't you hear? We're not supposed to bring our dogs to work."
They detached their lips and Jeff chuckled sarcastically. "Funny. I would slap you, but your face already looks bad enough as is."

He walked off and Punk sighed. "Did you really have to chase him off? I was quite enjoying myself."

"You should be thanking me," said John, leaning against the wall. "Now you can just fuck him later without having to actually talk to him."

Punk chuckled a little. "He's not that bad. What do you want?"

"We have got ourselves a match tonight," said John, pulling the show's script out of his pocket and handing it to Punk.

"Ah sweet," said Phil, looking over the script. "I get to beat you, again."

John smirked. "You just wait, Punk. As soon as Jeff stops sucking everyone's dick I'll get my spot at the top. And then I'm gonna beat you for your title."

"I would love to see you try," said Punk, grabbing his world heavyweight championship off of the crate behind him. "Jeff isn't sucking anyone's dick but mine right now, so if there's a time to talk to Trips about a title shot, this would be it."

Punk left it at that and walked off in the direction Jeff went. John looked after him and crossed his arms. Punk had a definite point.

If there was one thing about Triple H, it's that he was possessive. Now, Triple H knew him and Jeff weren't an actual thing, especially since Hunter was married, but that didn't mean he didn't claim some ownership. The second Jeff started hanging out with Edge after Triple H, they both got demoted to Smackdown real quick, and neither had seen a title shot since. Sure, Jeff was still a top guy in the company, but he was no where near what he used to be. The same with Edge.
And now that Jeff was with Punk, he was not exactly held highly by Triple H, so if there were a time to take his spot, it was definitely now. John started walking towards Triple H's office, before he sighed and shook his head. No matter how much he hated, and really HATED, Jeff, he wanted to get to the top on his own, not from riding the coattails of Jeff's fuck up.

John had his match with Punk, and the second they walked backstage, Punk completely abandoned the conversation they were having and made a beeline straight for Jeff. He rolled his eyes as Punk immediately started kissing Jeff. Morrison started to walk away as Punk ran his hands up Jeff's thighs and whispered in his ear, making Jeff blush and giggle. They were definitely not continuing their conversation anytime soon.

John's eyes widened when he saw Triple H start to walk towards them. He immediately turned around and looked at Punk. "Hey, Trips."

Triple H knew about Jeff and Punk, but knowing and seeing it are two very, very different things. And there's no telling what he'd do to either of them if he saw it.

Punk immediately pulled away from Jeff and took a large step away from him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as Triple H walked by.

"Morrison, Punk," said Hunter, modding in their general direction and completely ignoring Jeff as he went to go make an announcement in the ring.

Phil let out a sigh of relief when he was gone and grabbed Jeff's hand. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel."

John crossed his arms when they started walking away. "You're welcome."

Punk smirked back at him and mouthed "thank you" before walking hand in hand with Jeff to the parking lot. John got a small smirk. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost think Jeff and Punk were dating. But he did know better, and Punk had even confirmed to him they were just fucking around.

John sighed and walked to the catering, grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading to the hotel. He was laying in bed when Punk walked in around midnight and flopped onto the other bed. They always roomed together because, from what John had heard, Jeff had a thing about not snuggling after sex. He would just let whoever fuck him and then he'd either go back to his room or they'd go to theirs. It never made sense to John, it was almost like Jeff wanted to be treated like a sex toy.

"You guys are done early tonight," said John.

"We didn't fuck," said Phil, rolling over onto his back. "He was... Um, tired."

John raised a brow when Phil said Jeff was tired. He knew that tone, that was his I'm lying tone. But John decided not to push it, the less he knew about their "relationship" the better. "Oh, that sucks."

Punk shrugged. "I still got him undressed." He then got a dirty grin. "Let me tell ya, his ass is the most amazing-"

"Yeah, I really don't need to know," said John.

Punk smirked over at him. "You can't tell me you don't think he's hot."

John sighed. "Ok, yeah, he's hot. But I'd rather not get an STD from just visualizing that diseased thing."

Phil chuckled. "He's not diseased." When John scoffed he smirked. "You wanna check me to make sure? Cause there isn't a spot on his body I haven't gotten my hands on." He laughed when John threw a pillow at him.

"Go, to bed," said John.

Phil put his hands behind his head with a happy sigh. "That ass is all mine."

"Give it a week," said John. "Then he'll be all Ziggler's, or all Kofi's, or all Vince McMahon's."

Punk made a stink face. "Vince's wrinkly, old ass dick doesn't deserve to be inside Jeff."

John once again threw a pillow at him. "Oh my god go to bed!"

Phil chuckled and ran a hand over his face. "Alright alright, goodnight."

"Night," said John. Punk turned off the lamps and they were finally able to get some sleep.

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