A/N: I'm back again with more Junk!
This popped into my head because my first Junk fic is a bit angsty and I wanted something a little more fun to write!
This is my first time writing in third person and while I think it turned out ok, it was very strange for me.
This chapter contains a little bit of non-graphic non-con.
My OC Michael isn't really based off of any particular wrestler.
It's not extremely important to the story, but this takes place in 2009 during Punk and Jeff's feud.
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.
Operation Junk
Jeff reaches into the pocket of his baggy black Tripp jeans and takes a few dollar bills out of his wallet. He winks at the hot exotic dancer before placing several bills in his leopard print g-string. Jeff's smile fades when he suddenly feels a pair of strong arms wrap around his slim waist.
"I'd much rather see you up there," The large man whispers into Jeff's ear.
Jeff turns around and he recognizes the guy as an aspiring wrestler. Jeff, Phil, JoMo, Matt, Cody, Evan, and a few others visited a wrestling school earlier in the day and Jeff remembers the guy fondly. His name is Michael, he has a pair of beautiful baby blue eyes, cropped blonde hair and he has an amazing physique.
"Trust me, I can't quite move my body like that," Jeff replies, trying to maneuver out of Michael's grasp.
"Let me buy you a drink," Michael offers.
"Uh... sure," Jeff agrees reluctantly.
Michael takes Jeff's hand, almost possessively as he leads them toward the bar. Michael doesn't even ask Jeff what he wants to drink and just orders for him. Jeff feels uncomfortable, but he really doesn't want to cause a scene so he just smiles shyly and tries to spot his friends in the crowd.
"Drink up!" Michael exclaims as he pushes 2 shot glasses toward Jeff.
Jeff has barely finished one shot when Michael kisses him harshly. He tries to push him off, but he's too big and too strong. The large blonde slips his hand under Jeff's tight green shirt as he deepens the kiss. Michael moans at the taste of Jeff and he wants more. He places his other hand inside of Jeff's jeans and he's getting ready to unbutton the loose pants when he gets kicked in the groin.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jeff asks quietly.
"Taking what I want," Michael answers in a dark tone.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested," Jeff attempts to nicely reject him.
"That's ok, you don't have to be," Michael says as he tries to unbutton Jeff's jeans again.
Phil expects to see Jeff drooling over the tall, dark, and handsome stripper currently gyrating on stage, so he's surprised when Jeff isn't in the spot where he left him. He heads to the bar because that's normally where Jeff always ends up. His olive eyes darken in anger when he sees Jeff trying to push someone off of him.
"Hey, asshole! Leave him alone!" Phil yells.
"This doesn't concern you," Michael comments as he continues fondling Jeff.
Phil pushes Michael and the force of it causes Jeff to fall down. Phil knows that he's outmatched in strength, but that's never stopped him before. When people see the looks on their faces, they quickly get out of their way. Michael makes a fist and he swings forcefully. Michael raises his eyebrow in confusion when he sees Jeff holding his mouth and bleeding instead of Phil.
"I hope that beautiful mouth of yours isn't too bruised because that could ruin what I have planned for it," Michael taunts.
Phil attempts to punch Michael, but Michael is quick and expecting it so he blocks it easily. He counters with a punch to Phil's eye and he's looking to do more damage. Michael groans in pain when he gets kicked in the groin for the second time that night. He drops to his knees and watches Phil and Jeff quickly retreat.
"Go to your car, I'll get your brother and everyone else," Phil tells Jeff.
"I'm not letting you go by yourself, what if Michael―"
Phil interrupts him. "I'll be fine. Just go."
Jeff wants to argue, but he knows that he won't get Phil to change his mind. Jeff heads toward the exit and Phil finds Cody, John, Matt, and Evan quickly. Before Phil can tell them what's going on, John gasps and wants to know what happened to his already bruised eye. Phil explains what happened on the way to the parking lot and he has to physically stop Matt from going back and kicking Michael's ass. Matt rushes to his baby brother and he frowns when he sees that Jeff's lips are swollen and still bleeding.
"I'm going to kill that fucker!" Matt yells.
"Matty, no! Let's just get out of here," Jeff pleads.
"You'll only get in trouble if you hurt him, Matt," Evan reasons.
"Why don't we just report him? The guy is clearly passionate about wrestling. Let's just fuck up the guy's future," Cody suggests.
"Good idea," JoMo agrees.
"Fine!" Matt concedes.
"I'm going to drive Phil back to the hotel because I doubt that he can see. I'll catch up with you later, Matt," Jeff says.
"Are you sure?" Matt asks.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Jeff assures him.
Jeff asks Phil for his keys as he heads toward the driver side of the rented vehicle. Jeff takes off his shirt so that he can use it to sop up the blood from his lips. Phil's body language is tense and he's quiet during the whole ride to the hotel. Jeff grabs the ice bucket from Phil's room and fills it with enough ice cubes for both of them. He wraps the cubes up in a towel and applies it to Phil's left eye.
"I didn't get a chance to thank you, so thanks," Jeff expresses his gratitude and removes his hand when Phil takes over holding the cold compress to his eye.
"You're welcome," Phil replies simply.
Jeff walks over to the sink and very gently removes his lip piercing. He grabs his towel filled with ice and sits down next to Phil on his bed. The only sounds audible in the room are their shallow breaths. Jeff turns toward Phil and without warning, he very tenderly kisses him on the cheek.
"Maybe I should save you from creepy guys more often," Phil jokes.
"Some people really can't take 'no' for an answer," Jeff comments with a shake of his head.
"He was actually pretty hot. I'm surprised that you weren't into him," Phil states.
"I prefer green eyed brunettes," Jeff hints.
"Really?" Phil asks with a smirk.
"Uh huh," Jeff replies as he inches closer to Phil.
Phil tucks some of Jeff's stray purple strands behind his ear and he leans in slowly. Phil licks his lips and Jeff's phone vibrates right before their lips touch. Jeff jumps in surprise and he sounds out of breath when he answers the phone. He assures his brother that he feels fine and he hangs up quickly. Unfortunately, the mood is ruined though. Jeff sighs and curses quietly.
"I have a feeling that his mind won't be put at ease until he sees that you're in one piece," Phil says.
"He's so overprotective, but it's nice that he cares. I'll see you later, then. Have a good night, Phil," Jeff tells him.
Phil smiles. "Thanks, you too."
It's been a week since the almost kiss and Jeff Phil haven't spoken much. Jeff has a surprise for Phil though so he's waiting at a restaurant in their hotel for him. Jeff smiles and waves Phil over when he walks in. Phil reluctantly orders water when he finds out that they only carry Coke products.
"You're not planning anything Wednesday night are you?" Jeff asks tentatively.
"No, why?" Phil wonders.
Jeff hands him an envelope. "Because I got you a present."
"You bought us tickets to see Killswitch Engage?" Phil exclaims as he takes 2 tickets out of the envelope.
"They're going to be in Chicago while we'll be there, so..." Jeff trails off.
"Thanks!" Phil tells him.
"Don't be too excited. I asked Randy first, but he declined," Jeff jokes.
Phil playfully punches him in the arm. "Very funny, jackass."
"Hey! I'm not the one that stole Orton's theme song," Jeff taunts.
"If we weren't in a public place, I'd bitch slap you right now," Phil threatens with a grin.
Their waitress comes back with their drinks and takes their order. They continue talking about their current beef, their friends and they part ways when they're done eating. Phil can't help smiling and wishing that Wednesday night would hurry up and arrive. Luckily for him, Jeff is thinking the same thing.
Jeff has 3 shirts laid out on his bed; one red, one yellow, and one purple. Normally, he doesn't fret over what he's going to wear, but he wants to look good for the concert tonight. He convinces himself that he's not trying to dress nicely for Phil, but his annoying big brother, Matt begs to differ.
"Picking out the perfect shirt for your date, tonight?" Matt teases his younger brother.
"It's not a date!" Jeff petulantly argues.
"Then why have you been staring at those tops for the past 20 minutes?" Matt wants to know.
"It hasn't been 20 minutes," Jeff denies.
"I can't believe that I'm saying this, but Phil is actually a decent guy. You should give him a chance," Matt advises.
Jeff grabs the purple shirt. "Don't wait up for me, ok?"
Jeff quickly locks himself in the bathroom, abruptly ending the lecture by his brother. Once Jeff shaves, fixes his hair, and gets dressed, it's almost time for Phil to pick him up. He says a rushed goodbye to Matt and waits in the lobby of the hotel. Jeff takes a deep breath and he ignores the nervous feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach when Phil calls and tells him that he'll be there in a few minutes.
"Calm the fuck down, Jeff," He whispers to himself.
Phil anxiously bangs his hands against his steering wheel as he bobs along to his Killswitch Engage playlist. He tries to ignore the fact that his hands are sweaty as he gets closer to Jeff's hotel. He calls Jeff when he's close and he's relieved to hear that Jeff's voice sounds as uneasy as he feels. Phil normally yells when his passengers touch his iPod, but he just rolls his eyes when Jeff skips to "This Fire Burns".
"You should be tired of this song because you get your ass kicked every time that it plays," Phil smugly states.
"Actually, I think about Randy's oily body when it plays," Jeff retorts.
Phil and Jeff arrive at the venue early. They're dressed pretty casually, so they're not really worried about too many people noticing them. Much to Phil's chagrin, Jeff decides that he's going to have a beer. Phil normally doesn't care about Jeff drinking if they're in a group because if Jeff gets obnoxious, he can always pass him off to Matt, Evan, JoMo, or Cody. He's always nervous that a drunk Jeff will do or say something that he'll regret later.
"Don't give me that look. I can limit myself to one drink," Jeff lets him know.
Jeff wants to be able to relax a little bit, but he doesn't want to get so drunk that he'll forget the events of the night. The opening act is just starting when Jeff returns to his seat with his drink in his hand. Phil smiles when Jeff hands him a Pepsi. He loves the fact that Jeff always seems to know what he wants.
"Maybe one day your band will be on a big international tour," Phil mentions.
"I doubt it. I'd have to quit wrestling and I'm not ready to do that yet," Jeff answers.
"If you left wrestling right now, all of your fans would invent a reason to blame me," Phil jokes.
They both laugh and enjoy the unknown band's music. There's another unpopular opening act before Killswitch Engage performs. Phil sings loudly and off key to "My Curse" and "The End of Heartache" while Jeff smoothly belts out the lyrics to "This Fire Burns" and "My Last Serenade". It's a little after midnight when the concert is over, but Phil and Jeff aren't quite ready to call it a night.
"Wanna come back to my place?" Phil invites.
"Uh...sure," Jeff replies as he tries to hide his blush.
Although Phil and Jeff have been friends for a few years, they've never visited each other at their homes. Jeff is honestly a little bit nervous, but he's kind of anxious too. Phil's apartment is actually pretty modest and Jeff's not surprised that there's only one bedroom because Phil is kind of a loner. There's art on the walls and it's very clean. There's a lack of furniture in the living room and Phil explains that it's because he spends all of his time in his bedroom.
"Is it what you were expecting?" Phil wonders.
Jeff laughs. "Honestly, I was worried that it would look like Andy's house in The 40 Year Old Virgin."
"Fuck you!" Phil retorts playfully.
Phil doesn't cook a lot so his kitchen is pretty spotless. He shows Jeff where the bathroom is and he pauses awkwardly when they're standing in front of his bedroom door. It's been a long time since Phil has had anyone in his room and the last person that entered his room ended up fucking his brains out.
"It's a little messy," Phil warns.
"That's ok," Jeff assures him.
There are comic books and clothes piled almost everywhere. Phil quickly clears off his bed so that he and Jeff can sit on it. He turns the TV on and Phil's glad that it's already on ESPN. Phil cheers as he watches the Cubs highlights and Jeff shivers when their arms accidentally brush.
Phil turns so that he's facing his blue haired friend. "I had fun tonight, thanks."
"I had a good time too," Jeff concurs.
"You should let me pay you back sometime," Phil suggests.
"We've discussed this already. The concert was my way of thanking you for helping me with Michael, so you don't owe me anything," Jeff reminds him.
Phil feels sick at the mention of Michael. Phil can still see the sinister smile and the evil that lurked behind those blue eyes as he was violating Jeff. Phil takes a deep breath because he really doesn't want to think about that psychotic asshole right now. Phil directs his attention toward Jeff and he's putting his bright blue hair up in a messy bun while rolling his emerald eyes at his phone.
"Matt being annoying?" Phil guesses.
"Yeah. I don't really want to deal with his shit tonight," Jeff answers.
"So stay here," Phil suggests.
"I can't. You only have one bed and I don't trust your small couch," Jeff objects.
Phil glances at Jeff and then he looks at his bed. Although they're sitting pretty closely to each other, Phil's California King is actually big enough for both of them to share comfortably. Phil hasn't slept in the same bed with a friend since his early days at ECW and the thought of sharing with Jeff has his forehead and palms sweating.
"We're not exactly giants, you know? We can share my bed," Phil offers.
Logically, Jeff knows that Phil is right. There's really enough room so that they don't have to worry about any of their body parts touching. However, Jeff is known for being a very wild and physical sleeper and he's afraid that he might do something embarrassing. Jeff's kind of tired and he really doesn't want to see Matt tonight, so he decides to take the risk.
"Phil, it would be my honor to sleep with you tonight," Jeff replies in a feminine tone.
"I'll be sure to make it worth your while," Phil replies with a wink.
A/N: I know that I'm kind of evil for ending the chapter here, but it just felt right!
There will be 1 or 2 more chapters after this. If I feel like the rest of the story is too lengthy, then I'll split it up into 2 more chapters.
Matt, Evan, JoMo, and Cody are much more prominent in the next chapter. I had to rewrite this chapter so unfortunately, that meant that I had to cut most of their scenes.
I made the decision to write this in 3rd person because of how important that Matt, Evan, JoMo, and Cody are to the story.
I'm working on the next chapter to Love You Right and I hope to have that updated by the weekend!
I can't wait to hear what you guys think of the story so far!