BlackDiamonds.32.20.54, eh.. I came to the conclusion that it'd being boring served a purpose. To show how happy & normal their lives were before being shattered piece by piece. It peaked an interest, so that's good enuff, lol. LadyDragonsblood, I'd not go that far, but thanks ;) I guess that's why I don't wanna write for profit. I'm having fun w/ this project and not everybody is gonna like it, but eh. I'm happy w/ the ones who do. My whole life I've lived in places that seem scarier of a night. Where I am now is like that, so many bushes & trees that make it so dark. & we have storage buildings. Jeff's paranoia is usually my own. Only I'm worse! redsandman99, thank you :) DesertEagle16, Whoa, no shooting peoples just yet, Wes is unhappy to live w/ mother, amongst other things that are yet to be explained. Besides, he's got bigger problems.. Hehe, that's my boys :P Thanks bunches, xD. Rhiannamator, that may be true. That also may be my problem O.o I like when my creatures are kept in a little bit of mystery at first... I'm glad you're hooked, my Love ;D My Jedam gets to be peaceful for a smidge.. not worrying about anyone breaking them up.. just killing them.. Oh, my poor baby. (snuggles) Mean ole creative blocks. They're the ultimate evil :( I like troubled for her. Meh, I shall get it right eventually. Thanks, Precious, as always.
Beast In The Shadows;
Chapter two/ 'The Pumps'
Rated; M/ L, S (anal, fisting)
Characters; Jeff Hardy, Adam Copeland, Phil Brooks, Jay Reso. My OCs are Wes, Ribbit, & old man Quincy I guess... they are fictional.
The Pumps was a gas station named in the 1980s and very lazily so. Now it was sited as Pumps Gas, Snacks & Shop, but it was still just called The Pumps. Wes scratched at his head as he stood in front of the magazine rack. His mind was still on his current living arrangements. Maybe he could move in with a friend and pay rent.. Nah, that wouldn't work. Wes skimmed right over the issues of People, TV Guide, Star, Seventeen and crap and picked up Fangoria. It was a lovely little thing to be in the gas station selection, but the owner was a fan. It delighted Wes. All that gory horror and articles on horror flicks, some that he'd never seen.
"I'm telling you, dude.. it was like seriously. The. Worst. Thing. I had ever saw. Blood and guts everywhere." A voice said slowly. It was Ribbit. The town conspirator. Nothing unusual. Ribbit was only 29 and was already the town nutjob. He claimed to have seen UFOs and been abducted by little green men. As for how he got to be known as Ribbit, there had been rumors when he was a kid that he ate live frogs and you could see them jumping around in panic from inside his belly and when he opened his mouth you could hear them.. well, ribbiting. Of course, there was no truth to this, even if Ribbit himself would tell you it was true. He was just like that.
Wes risked a glance over at the guy and the dude he was talking to. Jason Reso, Adam's best friend, looked unimpressed. "Really? And you saw this?" He seemed to not believe him.
Ribbit nodded and scratched his head through his blue and white stripped skull cap. It was about 80 degrees out and good ole Ribbit was wearing his signature skull cap over his blond hair and a big, blue-hooded sweat shirt with his baggy blue jeans, held up by an over-sized belt pulled way too tightly around his skinny waist. Ribbit was a sight to see. "I was there, man. Something got in there and gutted Quincy's cows. It was horrible. That was the.." Ribbit went blank, his brown eyes darting around as he thought. He held up his hand, covered by a black fingerless glove and counted. "Fifth one in two months. It's bizarre. Something is making hamburgers outta old man Quin's cows and it ain't a slaughterhouse, bro. I think the E.T.s are hungry." Ribbit pointed upward and then laughed at his own self. "Naw, man, but seriously. Its fucking creepy."
Jay shook his head stoically. "That's awesome... but I kindly have planet earth to get back to. It's nice this time of year. You should visit it sometime. Good seeing you, Ribbit."
"You too, bro. Peace out." He even did the peace sign and walked away. He grabbed up some Slim Jim's on the way out. "Hey, yo, Phil! Put these on my tab!"
Phil Brooks emerged from the back. "You don't have a tab, you lazy bum!"
"S'all good." Ribbit called, giving a thumbs up.
Phil growled. "Hey, you asshole! Get back here and pay! I'm gonna start calling the police! Ugh!" He groaned as Ribbit was clear out of sight.
Wes had been in line but had frozen. The thought of five cattle mutilations in two months. Yeah, he'd heard rumors. Ribbit wasn't the best source of truth.. but it still creeped Wes out. Shit, Jeff lived by Quincy's field. It was strange.
"Wes? Earth to Wes! Yoo-hoo! Wesley!" Phil snapped his fingers in front of the black-haired boy from behind the register.
Wes shook his head. "Ye-yeah..?"
"You alive?"
Wes nodded. "Yeah."
Phil waved his hand in the way Ribbit had been. "Don't let that cockatoo stress you out. Mumbo-jumbo is all it is."
"Ah, mumbo, perhaps. Jumbo, perhaps not." Chris Irvine put in as he went through with his broom.
"You shut up and sweep, wrench." Phil barked, ringing Wes's magazines up. "Fucking fine selection, my good sir." He commented, shifting through them.
Chris stopped and put a hand on his hip. "Did you just call me a wrench? Like a wrench-wrench?"
"It's cuz you're such a tool." Jay remarked, swinging an arm across Chris's shoulders.
"Fuck you." Chris muttered, trying to shrug Jay off him.
Jay kissed him on the cheek and Chris shuddered. "You wish, sweetcheeks."
"Yuck!" Chris began wiping at his cheek. "Philly, I need a break! Jay gave me his Jay-germs and I need to be scrubbed down!"
"It can wait." Phil said, taking Wes's money and getting his change out of the drawer.
-xx-
Adam's nails dug into the couch cushions, he was bent over the arm and Jeff's hands gripped to his shoulders as his hips snapped against the blonde's, pounding into him and sending little sparks of pleasure through him every time Jeff's cock stabbed that hidden button. It was spontaneous and just of the moment. They had started kissing and then Adam found himself bent over, their pants currently around their ankles. Sometimes their love making was slow and filled with lovely little pillow talk. Other times it was rough and passionate and filled with dirty sex talk that would make a sailor blush. But then there were the times when it was quick and hard and the only things that escaped them were moans and the occasional utterance of a curse word or each others names.
"Uhm.. Jeff, please.." Adam murmured, bucking back into Jeff and arching his back so coaxingly.
Jeff reached beneath Adam, taking hold of his cock and stroking him hard, receiving a beautiful purred groan for his efforts.
"Jeff.. can't.. couch.." Adam panted.
"Gotcha." Jeff pushed a towel under Adam's hips and he felt the blonde tense up, whining his name as he came.
Adam tightened up, squeezing Jeff's cock as he did so. It was his favorite part. Making Jeff follow him in orgasm. Adam lay against the cushions, still vibrating in orgasmic haze. He smiled when he heard Jeff curse as he came inside him. Jeff thrust a few more times, milking his orgasm before stilling, panting and wonderfully delirious.
A knock at the door made them both raise up and look at each other.
"Shit." Jeff inhaled and quickly began fixing himself.
Adam groaned. "Oh, uh-huh. Bad timing." He agreed, trying to fix himself as well. They got their pants fastened and then started fussing over each others hair, smoothing it out and wiping at the others face as they tried to cool down.
The knock persisted.
"Coming!" Jeff hollered, rolling up the cum-stained towel and tossing it in a bedroom.
Wes stood there as both men opened the door. They smiled eerily at him. A little too fake and both were flushed and out of breath. "You two just got done fucking." It did not take a genius.
Jeff slouched and frowned.. Adam turned even redder.
"So?" Jeff said, motioning with his hand. "We're adults here. Shit, Wes. You sound like Matt." He thought it may actually have been Matt. His cursed brother had a radar for when Jeff was busy and just had to need something or be bothersome at that time.
Wes giggled and came right in and Jeff shut the door and pushed his hair back.
Wes sat down on the couch.. away from the far end. It looked rumpled and Adam was still flushed and wide eyed. Jeff had got them all drinks and was busy sipping on his soda.
"So.. did you guys hear about the... Quincy's cows?" Wes asked.
Adam looked up. "Oh, shit. Not you too."
"It's all just a bunch of bullshit, Wes. People bored and talking." Jeff added, staring in the way of the field as if there wasn't a wall there blocking his view. He hadn't seen the cows roaming in the field in a long time and that was a bit strange.
Wes shrugged. "People in town were talking. I wondered if you heard anything."
Jeff shook his head. He may have lived by Quincy's field, but he never talked to the man. "I never see the old man. I saw him once out in town. He keeps to himself." Besides, Quincy lived way on the other side of a hill a ways from Jeff's house. They weren't exactly neighbors. The house and the barn and shit weren't in the area of the field that was by Jeff's, so Quincy's business didn't ever concern him.
"Who exactly was talking about this?" Adam asked.
"Ribbit was telling Jay at The Pumps." Wes said.
Both Jeff and Adam scoffed. "Ribbit?" Adam snorted.
"That idiot don't know his ass. He says a lot of crazy shit." Jeff muttered, crossing his arms.
Wes nodded. "Just curious. Quincy's a creepy old bat anyhow."
Both men nodded assent.
Later Wes stood in the kitchen with Jeff. The conversation was about the same as always. "I need to get out of there. I can't live with her anymore."
"Move in with us for a few days." Jeff suggested, checking on Adam's cupcakes in the oven.
Wes gave a humorless laugh. "No. Mom says it looks 'suspicious'."
Jeff shrugged. "Did you ever get your stuff from Randy?"
Wes shook his head. "Not all of it. Dick's still holding some CDs, clothes and shit. He has some pictures I drew. How fucked up is that? He's holding some pics I fucking drew. Those are mine, Jeff."
"I'm sorry, Wes." Jeff offered.
"Whatever. It's whatever." He muttered, leaning back against the chair and raking his hair back.
"You couldn't stay with him, y'know. It wasn't your fault." Jeff said quietly.
"We might'a could've worked it out... I just.." Wes sighed and found a fascinating spot on the floor to watch.
"You caught him in bed with another guy!" Jeff reminded.
Wes shook his head. He knew that all too well. "I just wish.. he could've talked to me." He looked up. "I didn't know I made him so unhappy... I had to leave. I couldn't.. He begged me. Said he was sorry. Such bullshit. I couldn't.. every time I looked at him, I saw them in bed together. I saw that little bitch look up at me and grin from under my boyfriend."
Jeff put his hands on Wes's shoulders before taking his head in his hands. "He's not worth it. You'll find someone who treats you better some day."
Wes only looked down as Jeff patted him on the cheek and went back to his cupcakes.
-xx-
Wes stood out on Jeff's back porch. It was night now and the bright full moon shown large and golden up through the hanging tree limps that shadowed the house. It was ominous and spooky and mysteriously beautiful.
Wes brought the cup of coffee up to his lips, taking a slow sip and savoring the taste. There was a delicate breeze in the air and it blew his hair gently, tickling his neck. He had the porch light on and just stared out over the trees and bushes into the dark open field. It was unusually quiet. No crickets or frogs or other things that accompanied summer time. There weren't even any bats flying about above the light pole out front. Which was peculiar. It was quiet and desolate. It felt like staring out across a whole different planet.
Wes shook his hair out of his eyes and spotted the open "archway", as Jeff called it, and the bale of hay that blocked it. He was accustomed to the sight by now. But as his hazel eyes searched the hay bale, he spotted something that at first he thought was a mirage. There, peeking over the end of the hay bale, was the head of a massive wolf.
I looked up the name The Pumps. I found it's a Canadian rock band, I think. That's all I know about it, but it was amusing.. I was reading a book called The Store, about an evil store simply named The Store that took over this small town. (sleep deprived giggle) Lazily named things :P This fic does get more intense, it's just a steady build. Also, I promise more sex... better sex.. (nods) Yeah. I have no fucking clue why I like the concept of Wes w/ Randy.. after ClusterFuck it's like they broke up & I'm creating unrelated patterns. I don't think Ribbit's based off anyone.. but he reminds me of if Dil Pickles from the Rugrats grew up & got on pot. (blinks)