Title: You are all weak......(2/3)
Author: slashburd
Pairing: CM Punk/Jeff Hardy
Rating: R / Mature
Disclaimer: I do not know of any of this to be true – its just my imagination, running away with me :)
Summary: M/M Slash, nudity, BDSM elements, sexual language/contact, bad language (probably)
"To the madness I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less
Unused, obsessed"
Punk knew he needed more of this. His cock was now stiff and straining against the cotton of his shorts. Feeling Jeff leaning across it, pressing down to get to his nipple was making him try and grind his hips. He didn't understand why Jeff had this effect on him. Was it the cute looks, the cool clothes, the soft and colourful rainbow hair, the heart of iron and gold? Was he going to try to save Jeff? Punk didn't know any more. All he did know is that he wanted something that he'd never had before and was now craving it so badly.
"Ohhhhh so we're playing slutty now are we" said Jeff with the slightest mocking tone in his soft Southern drawling voice. "Well if that's the case, how about we make slutty a whole lot easier for you." Punk heard a snap and a click close by. He had no idea what was going to happen next and his body shivered head to toe. What had Jeff got planned?
Feeling some tugging on the side of his shorts he heard a ripping sound and felt them loosen and fall open at one side. With a swift movement the other side went the same way and they fell awkwardly against his clenched thighs as he squirmed and tried to keep them up. The cool air of the room was swirled by Jeff's movements and caused a draught to brush past the red and swollen head of his shaft that made him shiver.
A sharp slap on his ass was enough to make his legs part and for his shorts to fall to the ground, collecting at his feet. Punk was suddenly acutely aware of and embarrassed of his total nakedness. He was walking a fine line in his mind between fear and arousal due to the fact that he couldn't see what Jeff was doing. It scared him that a knife had been used that close to his skin – what if he'd tried to struggle or move away?
Jeff was more confident about that. He knew he could take that risk. It wasn't likely that he was going to face a struggle having established the inner need in Punk from the outset.
From the moment they'd met, that initial spark between them had a kink to it. This was never going to be moonlight and roses. The love letters were going to be the mental tattoos they left on each other's minds, the union of their bodies would be where the real connection was made. It was clear that Jeff quickly became the only addiction Punk had ever succumbed to in his life.
The irony of their blossoming union wasn't lost on them or anyone else. If only their colleagues and friends could see them now, the 'sweet, whacked out and kinda weird' Jeff Hardy crouched on the floor staring up a naked and aroused 'preachy, overbearing' CM Punk.
Jeff refocused his mind on the task at hand. Casting the torn shorts away he ran his fingertips up Punk's legs, turning his hands to drag his short painted nails over the smooth groin in front of him, moving upwards and admiring the firmness of his lover's chest before twisting one hand into the long dark hair that tumbled over strong and well defined shoulders.
He pulled the hair tight in his hand, yanking Punk's head back sharply, making him catch his breath. Jeff used his other hand to lift the blindfold off Punk's eyes, moving his mouth to the nape of the exposed neck, starting to suck and bite hard. The music now mixing with low groans and growls coming from both men.
"Now, you're going to tell me how much you want this, how much you need me to touch you......"
Punk shook his head in despair, a whispered "No" escaping from his mouth.
"Oh yes you are baby, or this stops here. Is that what you want?"
Dropping the blindfold onto the ground Jeff traced his hand down to Punk's erection. So gently he took it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the head, so soft and smooth. Pulling away from the devouring of Punk's neck he loosened his grip on the fistful of hair and allowed Punk's head to drop forward slightly, just enough so that he could see Jeff's thumb making those deliberate circles.
Finally getting accustomed to the semi-darkness Punk made his first eye contact with Jeff. A fear, a panic and a desire was there that neither of them had any idea would be so intense. Jeff's eyes were full of mischief and always had been; so often they gave his game away, especially when it came to finding or giving pleasure, or in this case, pushing boundaries. Those beautiful eyes shone through to the free-spirited soul that Punk envied and just could not resist, however hard he tried.
The music beat away in the background. Jeff started to stroke his hand up and down in time with the rhythm. Slowly, so slowly was the way Jeff planned it. If this orgasm was going to blow minds then it couldn't be over too soon. As the first drops of precum started to ooze out onto his fingertips Jeff couldn't help but to torment. He tilted his head to one side, his crazy-coloured, scraped back hair shining in the candlelight and let a wicked smile develop from the corner of his mouth.
Brushing the hair back with his long, slender fingers Jeff moaned and groaned in Punk's ear and decided some gentle encouragement wouldn't go amiss. "You like that hmmmmm. Oh baby I waited so long to touch you like this. I could do anything to you. You're going to let me do whatever I want to you, anything I like. I could walk away and leave you right now, so hard, so turned on......." and with this Jeff brought his lips to Punk's mouth, licked them and then moved in for a gentle, slippery tongued kiss, getting the enthusiastic response he'd hoped for and feeling Punk's lip ring scraping along his lips, drawing a guttural purr from Jeff.
"Tell me, tell me you want this..... Just give in baby..you know you want this......."
The sensation of Jeff's fingers and mouth were almost too much for Punk. He already felt dizzy from the lack of sight, confused by the dim flicker of the candles and just about ready to explode. His head was in tatters, not knowing which of the things he could feel was the most pleasant, most dominant. All reason was slipping away from him and he'd never allowed himself to get this out of control before.
Author Notes: This is my first fanfic so please be gentle. I'd like to know whether or not this is any good and if I should carry on – it is a departure from the norm I know .
On a side note, to give the song more context you can hear it on you tube. It's called Walking Zero by a band called Sneaker Pimps. I highly recommend this to set the scene and the rest of the album Becoming X is pretty cool too :)