A/N: I was supposed to have this updated a week ago, but I got caught up with last minute school stuff so I apologize!

Every chapter title is either a song name or a lyric from a song.

Chapter 1's title is from Gavin DeGraw's song "Not Over You".

I got this chapter's title from a lyric in Florence + the Machine's song "I'm Not Calling You A Liar".

The title of this story is actually a lyric from "Back to December" by Taylor Swift and it's the main song that I use for inspiration.

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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.


Chapter 2: I'm Not Calling You A Ghost

Phil's POV

I'm eating dinner with Chris and a few of our friends when my phone vibrates in the pocket of my jeans. I glance at the screen and I see that I have a text from Jeff. It's been a week since our encounter and I've barely seen or spoken to him since. I try to mask my annoyance when I read his text.

Jeff: U can't avoid me forever

Me: I'm not avoiding you

Jeff: Your boyfriend thinks differently. Chrissy is suspicious of you

Me: What are you talking about?

Jeff: He asked me if something happened between us because you've been acting weird since I came back

I give Chris a kiss on the cheek and I tell him that I need to step outside to make a quick call. He asks if everything is ok and I lie smoothly and tell him yes. I sit on a bench outside of the restaurant and I hastily dial Jeff's number. He picks up after 2 rings. He barely gets out "hello" before I interrupt him.

"What did you tell Chris?" I demand.

"That I fucked your brains out," Jeff sarcastically replies.

"You're not funny," I let him know.

"What do you think that I told him? I said that I had no idea what your deal was," He answers.

"Good. That's all that I wanted to know. Bye," I abruptly dismiss him.

I put my phone back into my pocket and I walk back into the seafood restaurant. Chris, Kofi, Randy, and Cody turn quiet when I sit back down at the table so I know that they were just talking about me. I finish eating and I can sense the awkwardness from everyone. I open my mouth to say something, but Chris talks first.

"I have some business to attend to, do you mind getting a ride with Kofi back to the hotel?" Chris asks.

"No, I don't mind at all," I reply.

Kofi is oddly quiet on the ride to the hotel so I know that there's something strange going on with him. Kofi is normally so talkative that I have to bribe him in order to make him shut up. He follows me to my room and we start talking at the same time. I decide to let him speak first.

"So are you going to tell me why you've been avoiding Jeff?" Kofi questions.

"There's a difference between avoiding someone and not wanting to be around them," I correct him.

"That still didn't answer the question," He points out.

"Our relationship didn't exactly end on the best terms. Being around him is awkward," I partially lie.

"No, it's not that. There's something that I'm missing," Kofi observes.

"Just leave it alone, Kofi," I warn.

His eyes grow wide in realization. "You fucked him, didn't you?"

"I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident," I weakly explain.

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," Kofi lets me know.

"It really didn't mean anything," I attempt to convince him.

"If it was so trivial, why not tell Chris?" He wants to know.

"Telling him would only upset him and there's no need to do that. It was a one time deal that will never happen again," I answer.

"How did it happen?" Kofi wonders.

I sigh. "I was confronting him about his feelings for me and to tell him that what we had was over because I'm with Chris. He was just so damn sad, Kofi. A sad Jeff is a fucking tragedy. I didn't know what to do, so I k-kissed him and well you can figure out the rest."

"It sounds like you were overcome with emotion and that's what made you kiss him. If that's true, how can you honestly say that it meant nothing?" He asks.

"I don't love him anymore, I just got caught up in the moment," I defend.

"What's going to happen if you find yourself caught up in another moment, Phil?" Kofi inquires.

I don't answer his question and I'm tired of talking, so I tensely ask Kofi to leave. He looks like he wants to protest, but I glare at him and he leaves without another word. The last thing I want to do right now is think about Jeff, but I can't get him off of my mind.

There's a picture of Chris on my nightstand and I smile when I look at it. I text him telling him that I need him and he responds almost instantly saying that he'll be 10 minutes. I take my clothes off quickly and I grab the lube and condoms from my bag. Having sex with Chris always clears my mind and I haven't touched him since I've been with Jeff so I really need him right now.

When I hear Chris putting his key in the door, I decide to surprise him by answering the door naked. His eyes darken as they take in my nude glory. He kicks the door closed with his foot and then he picks me up and carries me to our bed. I practically rip his shirt as I hurriedly take it off. I attack his mouth and I hastily reach for the zipper on his jeans. I yank them down and Chris stops me before I nearly tear his boxers in half.

"We have all night, there's no need to rush," Chris tells me.

"I want you to let me top," I say in between kisses.

"What?" Chris asks in a shocked tone.

"Please," I beg.

I can't explain it to him, but I'm feeling so powerless right now. I have to get some control tonight and I can't do that if he's dominating me. He finally nods in agreement and I'm grateful. Chris doesn't hate bottoming, but he would much rather top so I have to make sure to make it extra good for him.

I lay him on his back and I straddle his hips. I lean down to capture his lips in a kiss and then I move my mouth down toward his neck. I lick the slightly sweaty skin before gently biting it. I pinch his nipples and he groans in pleasure. I lick my lips when my mouth reaches his cock.

"You're already leaking so much for me, baby," I praise.

I teasingly swipe my tongue across the slit to gather some of the pre-cum and Chris curses. I make sure to touch the cold metal of my tongue piercing to the head of his cock just how he likes. He hums in pleasure when I engulf most of his cock in my mouth. I relax my throat to accommodate Chris' great length.

"I love your fucking mouth," He compliments.

I bring 2 of my fingers to his mouth and he sucks on them lasciviously. I continue breathing through my nose as I deepthroat Chris and I place my now slick fingers at his entrance. He tenses a bit, but I coax him into relaxing as I run my tongue along the underside of his dick. My fingers glide into his tight heat almost effortlessly once he relaxes.

"It's been a while since I bottomed," Chris admits.

I temporarily remove my mouth from his cock. "I'm going to make it so good for you, Chris."

I move my 2 fingers inside of him in a scissoring motion and Chris' ensuing groans sounds like a mix between pleasure and pain. I very gently scrape my teeth on a prominent vein beside the head as I find his prostate at the same time. He cums without warning and I manage to swallow completely without choking. I slow my thrusting fingers just a little bit as Chris recovers from his orgasm.

"That was amazing, baby," He tells me.

I smile. "I told you."

I open the bottle of lube while Chris tears the condom open with his teeth. He strokes my dick a little bit before placing the condom on it. I make sure that he's stretched and I ask him not to tense up again. Chris takes a deep breath and we both groan as I slowly slip inside. I have to stop about halfway through because he feels as tight as a virgin.

"Holy hell," I manage to pant.

"Tighter than your anaconda vice, huh?" Chris asks smugly.

I ignore him and instead focus on trying to move. I close my eyes as I gently start rocking my hips. Chris feels amazing clenched so tightly around me. I berate myself internally when my mind suddenly starts picturing Jeff underneath me. I start imagining his sparkling green eyes instead of the baby blue ones that I'm staring into.

I speed up my pace as I start wondering how hot Jeff would look writhing and submissive under me. I groan softly in pleasure as Chris' handsome features morph into Jeff's pretty ones. I picture that beautiful pierced mouth of his open wide in ecstasy as I fuck him roughly.

"Phil―"

I cut him off as I kiss him passionately. I'm kind of glad that I already gave Chris an orgasm tonight because I'm so close to cumming already. I grab on to his short hair a little too harshly as I plunge into him just as savagely. I'm so lost in the bliss of my orgasm that I'm not prepared for the bitch slap that Chris gives me. I rub my burning cheek and Chris starts talking before I can open my mouth.

He pushes me off of him. "What the fuck was that? I yelled for you to stop at least 5 times. Your eyes were glazed over like you were somewhere else."

"I'm so sorry, Chris. I um... I just need to go," I state.

I tune out his protests as I quickly throw my jeans and shirt back on. I grab my key card and I rush out of the door. I don't even know if Kofi is in his room, but I need to see him right now. I run to the elevator and I quickly press 2. I practically jump out of the elevator and I knock raucously on Kofi's door. He looks pissed when he answers, but his expression immediately changes when he sees the tears flowing down my face.

"Phil, what's wrong?" Kofi immediately asks as he lets me in his room.

"He won't leave me alone," I say incoherently as more tears fall.

"I can't hear you. Just calm down and try again," He advises.

I sob into his shoulder. "He's haunting me."

"You need to clear your mind. Ron went to go get food, so how about we watch shitty movies when he gets back?"

I nod in agreement because I don't trust my voice. I know that I need a permanent fix to this problem with Jeff, but for right now I'll take the temporary fix. Halfway through the second movie when Kofi and Ron aren't paying attention to me, I pull my phone out. I search through my pictures and I stop when I land on a folder labeled "Junk". JoMo decided to combine my ring name with Jeff's and he gave us the nickname Junk.

I haven't looked at any of these pictures since we broke up. I was a mess after he left and I avoided anything to do with him because I was so hurt. I think the only reason that I still have this folder is because I forgot about it. I flip through the photos one last time and my finger hovers over the "delete" key.


A/N: I'm not sure why, but it just felt right to end the chapter here, I kind of like the ambiguous ending to it.

Next up, it's back to Jeffy's POV. I have to admit that I really love being inside of Jeff's head.

This chapter had a completely different title, but after writing the line about Jeff haunting him, I had the Florence + the Machine lyric, "I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me." stuck in my head and I thought that it was pretty perfect for this chapter.

That's enough of me rambling now!

Can't wait to see how you like this chapter!