School has started but I am doing what I can, when I can. Okay So there aren't many people IF ANY writing Junk, I'm taking it upon myself to write some stuff that's… kind of not angsty/or hate sex (As much as I love me some Junk hate sex…) and geared more towards 'normal' if there is such a thing. So, I'm not the first to write a "Pairing shots" type deal and I damn sure won't be the last. I do however think I'm the first to do this for Junk, tell me if I am wrong. Any ways, these can be long or short… depending of course, ratings vary as well. Remember to review because that's the only way I'll update anything. If you want more, tell me in a review and actually review the fic, do not message me asking for updates if you did not review. I hate that. If you can take the time to message me, then you can review in my view. Enjoy. ~ Cal

Junk Shot number 1: Video Games

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/CM Punk (Junk)

Rating: PG-13

Content: Slash, Language, Cuddling and Video games

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea, WWE owns CM Punk and TNA Owns Jeff Hardy.

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Jeff Hardy yawned tiredly as he stepped out of his car and made his way up the walk way to the house he shared with his lover Phil Brooks, otherwise known as CM Punk by the WWE Universe. Phil had resigned with the WWE so he was mostly on the road. It was rare that they saw each other at all.

Jeff himself worked for a different Wrestling company, by the name of TNA, which was battling WWE for ratings. Jeff had just completed a tour over to France and had received a few days off to decompress. Jeff pulled out his key and unlocked the door, closing it behind him after he stepped inside.

The entire house was dark, save for the kitchen light. Jeff frowned. No one was here. Phil was surely on the road as per usual, Matt was still in rehab, Reby was taking care of their dogs, and she didn't have a key to his house. Beth moved out long ago and had given Jeff the key back. So who could have turned the light on?

Jeff's frown deepened when he heard telltale sounds coming from the game room. He quietly put his bags down and walked up the winding stairs. Once there he peeked in, and smiled at the sight he saw. Phillip was hanging upside down, video game controller in hand trying to play a video game.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Dammit, Dammit, Dammit" Phil cursed as he died on the game once again. Phil frowned at the game, and Jeff found it adorable. Phil tried again, and died again.

"Stupid game." Phil muttered as Jeff laughed.

"Jeffy!" Phil gasped and crawled over to him on his knees. Phil wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist; Jeff in turn wrapped his arms around Phil's head. "I didn't know you'd be back tonight." Phil whispered as Jeff smiled.

"Yeah TNA tours aren't like WWE's, and speaking of which, I'd have thought you would have been on the road as usual." The older man whispered as Phil looked down.

"Yeah I WOULD have" Phil muttered, stressing on the word 'would'.

Jeff raised a wary eyebrow and looked at Phil suspiciously. "Phil what'd you do?"

"I sorta, kinda, got suspended." Phil whispered dropping his head to look down. Jeff sighed and walked away shaking head his head in disappointment. "Phillip you're getting back to those not so distant habits."

"No! It's just… Paul said you were a pussy and I took exception…" He trailed off as Jeff glared angrily and walked down stairs. "Jeff! You're not even listening to me! Hey! I swear I didn't hit him… Hard. I didn't break anything!" Phil exclaimed as he followed Jeff down the stairs.

Jeff walked over and pulled the desk drawer out. He pushed everything out of the way until he found what he was looking for. He pulled the pack of cigarettes out, yanking one out, biting down on the filter, searching for a lighter. He found one, as he quickly lit the cigarette, breathing in deeply.

"Wish you wouldn't do that." Phil murmured quietly as Jeff shook his head. "You can't keep getting suspended Phil".

"But Paul-" Phil insisted.

"Paul my ass! Phil that's my business if someone insults me, I don't care." Jeff grumbled as he took another hit.

"I care, because I love you and if anyone insults you, they'll get an EXTREMLY painful ass kicking!" Phil said glaring before smirking "And besides why does it matter if I get fired? That's on me, it ain't your problem. It'd be their loss; I'll just go be the best in the world somewhere else!"

Jeff rolled his eyes as he took one more hit before he stubbed the cigarette out in the ash tray and walked back up stairs, Phil following.

"You want me to kick your ass?" Jeff asked turning to face Phil who smirked in return.

"Be my guest. I love when you kick my ass. I need to walk like a duck so Paul knows how much of a pussy you aren't." Phil grinned raising his eyebrows.

"No. I'll kick your ass on the video game." Jeff smirked as he darted back up stairs with Phil tailing him. Jeff sat on the bed as he grabbed the controller.

"Well I'll kick your ass." Phil grinned back, picking up the second controller as Jeff turned the game on.

"Let's go, I'm gonna kick your ass!" Phil declared.

"We'll see." Jeff muttered as they started the game.

10 minutes later.

"You cheated." Phil grumbled, dropping his controller on the floor as Jeff hugged him.

"Winning is winning. Isn't that what you always used to say when you screwed me out of the title?" Jeff asked with a grin.

"But… That's not fair." Phil pouted as Jeff pulled him on his lap, smirking and placing a kiss on his pouting babe's cheek. "Life isn't fair babe, and just so you know, you may be the Best in the World, but when it comes to video games I'm the best."

~ Finished

Beta'd as always by the lovely and oh so amazing Kassie! :P Thanks again Hun I loves you :P

As always feedback is amazing motivation.

~Cal