A/N: So, this is my first Wrestling story and I'm extremely excited to share it with you guys!

I'll read multiple pairings, but Junk is my OTP and I hope to write about them a lot!

So, I messed with the story lines and plots a lot, so here's all that you really need to know:

The CM Punk/Jeff beef happened. Edge and some other retired wrestlers are still wrestling and the Amy/Matt Amy/Adam thing never happened.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

If I think of anything else noteworthy, I'll let you know!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers, they all belong to WWE and TNA. Trust me, if I owned Phil and Jeff, they'd never leave my apartment.

Love You Right

3 Years Ago

Jeff's POV

"When were you going to tell me, Jeff?" Phil spat angrily.

I knew that he was going to be pissed when he found out that I was leaving WWE. I really meant to tell him sooner, but I didn't know how. I was going to tell him at dinner tonight and I still wasn't exactly sure how I was going to spit the words out. His olive eyes were burning with anger and more importantly, pain.

"I was going to tell you at dinner," I answered truthfully.

"How long ago did you make the decision to leave?" He wanted to know.

"A few months—"

Phil interrupted me. "And you decided that waiting until you only had 2 weeks left was the appropriate time to tell me?"

"No! I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn't know how," I admitted.

"That's bullshit, Jeff!" Phil argued.

"It's not, Phil. I'm not good with words or emotions. I didn't want to think about what leaving WWE meant for us. I knew that if I told you about it, that I would have to confront that issue," I tried to explain.

"It would have just meant that we spent less time with each other. But now that you've been lying and keeping a giant secret from me, it means that we're over," He told me.

"Please, Phil, don't—"

Phil cut me off. "All you had to do was just tell me that you wanted to leave. I know how difficult it is for you being on the road all of the time. I would have listened and supported you if you would have told me right away. I can't help feeling like there's a reason that you waited so long. I feel like there's something you're keeping from me, Jeff."

Before I even realized what was happening, I felt the hot, wet tears streaking down my face. Phil wrapped his arms around me and I relaxed in his embrace. I'd never cried in front of him before and I felt so weak for doing it. He gave me a chaste kiss on my lips and I could taste our salty tears. We wiped each other's eyes and just started at each other for a few moments.

"Don't leave me, Phil," I begged.

Phil took a deep breath. "Jeff, when you made the conscious decision to leave and you knew that you weren't going to tell me, that's when you decided to walk out on us. I'm not doing anything. You're doing this."

I didn't have the energy to continue arguing with him. Phil was so stubborn and I knew that I couldn't get him to change his mind anyway. I just closed my eyes so I could try to memorize everything about him. I was never one to really cuddle, but it felt really nice having Phil hold me. I drifted off to sleep, but I awoke when I felt that his arms were no longer around me. I searched the room and I found him coming out of the bathroom.

"I thought you left," I commented.

"Not yet," He replied.

"You're leaving in the morning?" I asked.

Phil nodded. "Yeah."

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you too," He returned the sentiment.

Jeff's POV

The music is extremely loud and there are "Welcome Back, Jeff!" balloons all over the place. When Matt and John found out that I was returning, they decided to have a Welcome Back party for me at some club in New York City. I've only been here for 30 minutes and it already feels great to be back. Jay gives me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I've missed you so much!" He exclaims.

I smile. "We talk on the phone all of the time."

"True, but it's not the same as seeing you in person. I miss betting what color your hair is going to be before your matches," Jay replies.

"Sorry about that last bet you lost by the way. I had no idea why JoMo was asking me what color my hair was going to be," I apologize.

"Don't be. I'm just pissed that I didn't think to ask you first!" He comments.

"I'm gonna head to the bar, I'll be back," I tell him.

I have a day full of press tomorrow and I have an early start, so I'm only going to have water tonight. I hug people and shake hands on my way to the bar. I reach in my pocket for my wallet, but Adam swats my hand away and buys my water for me. I thank him and I nearly drop my bottle when I turn around and bump into Phil.

"Hey Jeff," He greets.

"Hey Phil," I respond.

"You look good," Phil compliments.

"Thanks. You do too, even with the shorter hair," I let him know.

"You always did have a thing about my long hair," He remembers.

"I remember I had a fit when you said you wanted to cut it," I reminisce.

We continue our small talk and it's surprisingly not awkward. Phil and I were friends before we started dating and it's been 3 years so that explains why things aren't strained between us. Chris Jericho suddenly approaches us and gives me a hug before wrapping his arms around Phil and kissing him on the corner of his mouth. I immediately feel sick to my stomach when I realize that they're together. I politely excuse myself and I search for John. I find him dancing by himself.

"Why didn't you tell me that he was dating Chris?" I ask him.

He raises an eyebrow. "Honestly? I really didn't think that you would care."

"It's funny because I didn't think that I would either," I admit.

"It's clear that you do care though," John notices.

"I'm going outside for a smoke," I deliberately change the subject and walk away before he can say anything.

The slightly cool spring air feels good on my overly heated skin. I search my pockets for a pack of cigarettes and then I remember that I tossed my last pack because I'm seriously trying to quit now. I take a deep breath because I need to calm my nerves. I don't know exactly why the Phil/Chris thing is bothering me. I mean it's been 3 years, so of course he'd move on. I don't have any kind of beef with Chris, but I kind of want to punch him right now.

"Are you ok?" Phil suddenly asks.

I jump in surprise. "Shit, you scared me!"

"Sorry. You just looked like you were in a hurry. I wanted to check on you," He explains.

"I'm fine," I reply a little defensively.

"I was going to tell you about me and Chris, but he beat me to the punch," Phil tells me.

"That's not why I came out here," I lie.

"Your left eye twitches when you lie," He blurts out.

"What?" I ask.

"Your left eye just twitched so I know that you're lying. It's your tell," Phil elaborates.

"I figured that you moved on, but I wasn't exactly prepared to see it. It caught me off guard," I confess.

"Chris is good for me," He lets me know.

"In ways that I wasn't, I'm sure," I mutter.

"That's not what I meant, Jeff," Phil argues.

He places his hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off of me as I head back into the club. I want to leave and go back to my hotel, but it would be extremely rude to leave my own party early. I find Jay and Adam dancing together and I ask them if I can join them. They say yes of course and I get right in the middle. My arms are wrapped loosely around Adam's neck and Jay's hands are draped around my waist.

"It's been a while since I've been sandwiched between you guys," I say.

Jay kisses my neck. "It's been way too long, Jeff."

I close my eyes and I get lost in the music and the beautiful men grinding on me. Adam and Jay have always had an open relationship and I've spent plenty of nights writhing in between them. I haven't slept with them in quite some time because I stopped once I was with Phil and then I left. As appealing as Jay's offer is, I know that I wouldn't really be into it.

"I would love to go back to your room tonight, but I can't," I decline.

"Why not?" Adam questions.

I try to come up with a story to tell him, but my words are stuck in my throat when I see that Phil and Chris have started dancing right next to us. Chris isn't paying attention to me, but Phil's eyes are staring right into mine. I can't quite interpret the expression, but I remember that he never really liked Jay and Adam after I told him about my encounters with them. Phil whispers something into Chris' ear and then he turns toward me again.

"Can we switch partners for a few minutes?" Phil requests.

"Sure," Jay replies with a confused expression.

I duck under Jay and Adam's arms and Chris takes my place. Phil's hands snake around my waist and I hate how familiar and right that it feels. I try to maneuver out of his embrace, but he just holds on to me tighter. He grabs my hand and leads us to a more secluded part on the dance floor. We're still pretty close to Jay, Adam, and Chris so they're probably not suspicious.

"We need to talk," He tells me.

"So talk," I reply.

"Not here. What's your room number?" Phil asks.

"314, but—"

He cuts my sentence short. "I'll be there in 2 hours."

We dance until the song is over and then we go back with our partners. I'm pretty sure that I know what Phil wants to talk about and I'm not looking forward to it at all. I dance for about 10 more minutes and then I sit down to take a breather. I curse when I realize that John is sitting at the same table. If Phil knows when I'm lying, JoMo definitely knows too.

"What was that about out there?" He wants to know.

"Nothing. I was just dancing with an old friend," I respond, making sure not to make eye contact.

"Just remember that you're not that guy anymore," John reminds me.

I sigh. "I know, John. I'm just experiencing a little jealousy. He's happy with Chris and I wouldn't ruin that."

"Good because you're so much better than that. I'm proud of you, Jeff. You're finally the responsible adult that Matt and I knew you always could be," He praises.

"Thanks, JoMo," I respond.

After about an hour, Matt thanks everyone for coming out and tells everyone to get the hell out. I tell everyone that I'll see them soon and to have a good night. I grab my jacket and I head back to the hotel. I sigh in contentment when my body hits the bed. I've had a really long night and I just want to crash, but I have to wait up for Phil.

I turn on the television because I just need a distraction from my thoughts. It's almost 2:00 so there's not much on but infomercials. I stop on some channel with a guy selling a knife set. I notice that I'm still mostly dressed so I strip down to a plain white t-shirt and my boxers. I must have dozed off because I'm startled by the loud knock on my door. The clock reads 2:00 exactly. Phil has always been punctual.

"Hey," I greet.

"Hey," He repeats.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I ask as I nervously scratch the back of my neck.

"Do you still love me?" Phil wants to know.

"I-I don't know," I stutter.

"I need a better answer than that, Jeff," He demands.

I run my fingers through my hair. "I hadn't really thought about you much before I saw you today. It took me about a year to get over you and then I completely moved on with my life. I was fine when we were talking, but when I saw Chris kissing you… I wanted to pry him off of you. I fucking hated it."

"What we shared was special and I'll always cherish it, but it's over. I'm in love with Chris now," Phil whispers.

"I know," I reply, trying to hold back the onslaught of tears that I feel coming.

"Jeff, please don't—"

I talk over him. "You should go."

"I can't leave you in this condition," He states.

I walk over to my bed and sit down. "I was completely over you and then one kiss changed everything."

"You know that I hate seeing you upset like this," Phil says.

"I'm not upset, I'm hurt," I correct him.

"That's even worse," He comments sadly.

I want to kiss him so badly right now, but I know that I can't. I turn to tell him that he really should leave, but no words escape my mouth as Phil very gently grabs my face. He pushes the stray strands of hair from my face and he caresses my cheek. His hands are all too memorable and it feels just like old times.

"I'm sorry that you're in pain right now," Phil apologizes genuinely.

"Don't apologize for being happy, Phil. Don't ever apologize because of that. If you want to feel sorry about something, be sorry because I'll never be able to find someone like you. I'll never be loved—"

My sentence gets cut short because Phil kisses me. I'm so shocked that it takes me a minute to analyze my situation and respond back to him. While still attached to my mouth, he straddles my hips and places his arms around my neck. I almost automatically open my mouth to let his tongue inside. We moan in unison. He tastes like he always does; a mix of Pepsi and hint of mint.

He takes his shirt off. "Take off yours too."

I practically rip my shirt in my haste to get it off. Phil continues exploring every inch of my mouth as his hand makes its way into my boxers. I groan at the contact and I lift my hips so that he can pull them off. I'm completely naked and he's still wearing his pants and shoes. I watch him kick his shoes off and quickly rid himself of his jeans. He straddles me again and I love the feel of his nude body sliding against mine.

"Condom," He gets out in between kisses.

I reach on my nightstand for my wallet because I always have one in there. I take it out and expertly open it with my mouth. I don't have any lube though so spit will have to do. I put the condom on and I watch in fascination as Phil uses his fingers to prep himself. When he feels that he's adequately stretched, he sinks down onto my cock.

"Fuck," Phil hisses.

He digs his nails into my shoulders and I make sure not to move until he gets accustomed to the burn. I kiss him and stroke his dick idly to distract him from the pain. It works because he starts rocking his hips. Phil and I have tried every position in the book, but this is my absolutely favorite. I love looking at the beautiful expressions on his face as he rides me.

"So good," I praise.

He's gnawing on his lip ring in an attempt to hold in his moans, but I tell him that I want to hear him. I speed up my thrusts and I close my eyes in ecstasy. He feels even better than I remember. I grunt when Phil pinches one of my nipples roughly. He clenches his muscles just to tease me and the sensation is amazing. He slowly bounces up and down and he cries out when I find his prostate.

"Shit," He curses.

I wrap my fist around his cock as I continue pushing against that special spot inside of Phil. He whimpers when my fingers graze a prominent vein on the underside. He clenches his muscles tightly and it catches me by surprise and I almost climax prematurely. I know that I won't last long so I want to make sure that he gets off before I do. I pull out and then I plunge back in harshly because I know that he loves a little bit of pain with his pleasure. I lean forward and tenderly bite his shoulder. He moans wantonly and cums instantly; on both of our stomachs.

"Fuck, Jeff!" Phil exclaims.

He's writhing on top of me with his gorgeous eyes blown wide and that's enough to send me over the edge. Phil's sweating and panting and he looks thoroughly fucked. I imagine that I look exactly the same. The only sounds in the room are of our short, quick breaths. He gingerly gets off of my lap and starts searching for his clothes. I didn't expect him to spend the night, but I didn't think that he would leave so soon either.

He smooths out the wrinkles in his clothes. "We can't do that again."

"I know," I state.

"I'm serious. I love Chris and I can't hurt him," Phil says gravely.

"I heard you the first time," I retort.

He looks like he wants to say something else, but he walks toward the door instead. I sigh when I hear it close. Phil is just fine ending things with me now, but I only want more of him. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I know that I need to leave him alone and let him be happy, but the selfish part of me really doesn't want to let that happen. I have to wake up in 3 hours so I'll just deal with everything in the morning.

A/N: I always get really nervous when I'm posting to a new fan base so I'm kind of freaking out right now!

I can't wait to read what you guys think so far!

I'll get into Phil's head about the aftermath of this encounter in the next chapter!

That's enough rambling from me now!