Title: How's The Pressure?
Two Shot
Rated: M mmm
Disclaimer: *sad face* I do not own these men in anyway, but one can dream. *evil smirk*
Okay so this one is a tad late because I wasn't able to post it for a while, but I hope you still like it. Enjoy!
The fans screamed, out of control applauding was heard all throughout the arena as Jeff Hardy won the exhausting match against John Morrison, which allowed the enigma to keep his title. It was an amazing match, both men giving everything that they had in them, and not giving up. That was until Jeff gave his usual finishing moves against the tired Morrison for the third time, causing him to finally lose. With a curt nod, John left the ring and let Jeff celebrate his victory.
He slowly walked back up the ramp, huffing and puffing still from his fight, turning the corner and running into CM Punk waiting near the entrance by the stage, a slight smirk plastered on his face. John eyed him warily.
"Behave Punk."
John warned and his eyes squinted giving the other wrestler the evil eye. Punk's smirk only grew and John knew that that would be the only acknowledgement he would get out of Phil. Punk's entrance music started playing and he casually walked out from where John had just come in, to greet the audience and Jeff with his presence. John swore and quickly ran into his dressing room, ignoring all the pain he was currently in, and switched on his television to see what Punk was up too.
It seemed like he was finally growing up and accepting defeat from the younger Hardy when John saw CM Punk starting to shake hands with Jeff. With a slight smile, John turned around just as Punk started to speak, getting ready to change and head back to the hotel. Suddenly, there was an uproar heard from the crowd on the screen and John swung back around to see CM Punk beating the shit out of Jeff Hardy.
"Punk, what are you doing?!" John yelled at the TV even though he knew the wrestler couldn't hear him. John stared in horror and slight amazement. How someone could hurt Jeff, or any man for that reason, this badly over a title that he lost cause he was clearly not the better wrestler to have it, was lost on Morrison. The younger wrestler cringed every time Jeff got that elbow to his neck, and since that was a lot, he wound up half covering his face with his hands.
John didn't know if he should go out there and save Jeff from being beaten up, but when he finally made up his mind to do so, Punk was finished and was retreating back up the ramp. Without thinking, John left his room in search for Punk wanting to teach the man a lesson. He went to the man's dressing room, banging loudly on the door.
"Punk! Open up ass hole!" John yelled through the hallway making people passing by turn their heads.
"I think he already left!" Someone down the hall called towards John.
John looked down and scoffed "Of course he did." Sighing, John thought he would go find Jeff instead and see how he was doing. He walked through the halls down to where Jeff's room was and saw that the door was open. Peeking his head through the door, he saw Jeff sitting on one of his chairs with a bunch of medic people surrounding him, looking a tad annoyed.
"I said don't worry about it! I'll deal." Jeff told off one of the many men and John thought that this would be a good time to interject.
"Uh, knock knock. Can I come in?"
Jeff looked up from his stare on the floor and his eyes lit up, seeming pleased to see the other wrestler. He started to nod then stopped abruptly grimacing in pain. "Yeah. And can you convince these guys that I don't need their pills to heal myself?" Jeff asked looking desperate.
"Guys," John started and made sure he looked at all the medic's in the room, "Jeff will be fine. Thank you for your concern though." The men didn't look convinced. John sighed silently and quickly thought of another way to get rid of these worry ridden men. "There's someone in the hall near Punk's door in pain though, he was complaining that he did something to him." The men all looked at each other, nodded and left silently.
"Thanks," Jeff said as John closed and locked the door "They were beginning to be a pain." Jeff smirked at his joke.
"No problem. Are you alright? That was a hell of a beating." John asked ignoring the pun all together.
Jeff noticed the worried look that was on John's face and decided to drop the jokes. "Honestly? I just need a hot bath and my bed." He watched John nod, unlock the door and open it stepping out.
"I'll go get my car, wait here." Then John disappeared.
Jeff smiled to himself; him and John were never really close, which was a shame. He seemed like he was a really nice guy, and that was exactly what Jeff needed at the moment. To be taken care of. John returned not five minutes later telling Jeff that he would take him back to the hotel.
He helped the injured wrestler into the car and they drove to the hotel, also helping him get out and walk to the elevator when they arrived. After asking what floor Jeff was on, the two wrestlers had arrived a few minutes later and Jeff had to point out the door that was his. Putting the key in the slot, John kicked open the door and quickly picked up Jeff wedding style walking into his room and heading straight to the bathroom. Handling a giggling Jeff the entire time, John placed him carefully onto the counter next to the sink.
John turned around and started to draw a bath that the injured wrestler had wanted, and Jeff couldn't help but check out the built wrestler. Those beautiful back muscles protruding from the skin, and that ass, Jeff was lost for words. John turned around and smiled sweetly at Jeff, reaching for the hem of the hurt wrestler's shirt.
"Lift." John commanded and Jeff felt his arms go over his head; it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. John gave him an apologetic smile when Jeff groaned out in pain. "Bubbles, or no bubbles?"
"Bubbles, please." Jeff couldn't help but smile, John was being the cutest thing to him. He didn't know where Morrison had gotten the stuff for the bubbles but suddenly they were in the tub, and the wrestler looked at Jeff proudly.
"Will you be alright from this point on?" John asked.
Jeff was astonished that John hadn't tried to take advantage of him yet like anyone else would. "Uhm, I should be okay." Jeff replied shyly, never has he had someone look after him so well like John has and it gave butterflies in Jeff's stomach.
"Alright, well I'll wait outside in the room and if you need me just holler." John smiled when Jeff nodded, and left the injured wrestler to bathe.
Jeff stripped down the rest of his clothing slowly and climbed carefully into the warm, inviting bubble bath, feeling his body relax instantly. Eyes closed, Jeff's mind wandered to the man sitting in just the other room and couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. Suddenly an idea popped into the younger Hardy's mind. Sitting up he yelled.
"John! I need your help!" Jeff smiled as he heard the shuffling of quick footsteps and then the creaking of the bathroom door open.
First part of the two shotter. Hope you liked it and reviews would be lovely.