JoMoFan-spot, chp 1, I am so glad you're enjoying Redge, it's put there mostly for you. It's nice to actually be able to have some Redge where they can just be loving & Randy can just have Adam w/out anything driving them apart. (sighs) I never bore in mind that just cuz my character was interesting to me, he wasn't to everyone. I just wanted to write him. Jeff was good for helping me w/ that cuz I'm comfortable w/ Jeff. I m enjoying Jeff & Adam being friends. They shouldn't be far from each other in my world, despite pairings. Chp 2, Well, of course Adam being gay matched too. He was being fucked by Jeff ;) Lol. Actually, I based a lot of that off on conversations we've had about it. & despite Matt or the timeline or Jeff & Adam's feud, I did not want Adam to be an asshole. Enjoy your Redge, baby. & thank you, precious. (snuggles) redsandman99, thank you, xD. Rhiannamator, I wanted them to be like that. I didn't want Gerard to be a whiny bottom bitch, or some annoying version of that. He can take care of Jeff, he's very protective of him. Maybe a role reversal, but so what. I didn't want Jeff to be a manly, macho, dominate top. He can be beautiful & vulnerable & human. It's so sad, I surprisingly do Redge so well. (huggles) Thanks, baby. It means a lot.


Cuz I Love All The Poison;
Chapter four/ 'You Belong to Me I Believe'
Rated; M/ L, S (fucking, some stalking, nudity)

Gerard sat wrapped in a blanket, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. Jeff was standing in the 'kitchen' part of the room, getting down a bowl and a mug from the cabinet. He'd also put on a pot of coffee. Jeff quirked an eyebrow when he heard a snorted giggle.

"What? Your coffee will be ready in a minute and then we have to hurry out of here."

"Look at you, fixing breakfast naked." Another giggle.

"Yeah, enjoying the view?" Jeff grinned, straightening up and broadening his shoulders.

Gerard nodded and continued to enjoy his view.

Jeff shrugged. "Gotta shower anyway. And look at you, sitting, wrapped in a sheet naked." He got the small red cardboard box and tore it open.

Gerard lifted his head and pursed his lips in thought. "Luckily you're just making cereal naked. Remember what happened with the bacon grease?"

Jeff poured the cereal and grabbed the bottle of milk. "Yeah, see, I'd really rather not. That was an embarrassing hospital visit. You screaming and scaring the patients to death didn't help either."

"Sorry." Gerard said smally.

"I mean, I was the one who almost burned my dick off." Jeff winced at the memory as he grabbed the handle on the coffee pot, stepping some back from it before he started to pour it. He sat it back and handed Gerard the mug.

"Yeah, but you burning your dick off wouldn't benefit me either." He mumbled, taking a small sip.

"Creamer?" Jeff handed him a packet and Gerard took it. "And I'm happy to know you wouldn't love me if I had no dick."

Gerard giggled into the mug.

"Oh, now you think it's funny." Jeff scoffed, taking his bowl and sitting down into the chair, folding his leg under him before he started to eat.

"No. I had just been really worried about you that day. And I thought, uh.. I thought Matt would blame and kill me." His eyes avoided Jeff when he said it.

"Yeah. He's a scary fucker. Used to treat me like a goddamn blushing virgin on prom night and he was the angry Daddy with the loaded shotgun on the porch. Fucking glad he got his panties out of a wad and got out of that annoying habit." Jeff took another bite and grimaced. It was more at his memories and not the taste.

Gerard raised his eyes back up and shook his head. "You being hurt didn't make me feel any better either."

Jeff swallowed his spoonful. "Luckily it missed my dick." There was still a burn scar on his inner thigh though.

That had all been earlier. It was their turn to clean up, pack, get to the airport... and have their fucking flight delayed.

Jeff kept checking for Punk to be lurking somewhere. He saw a lot of familiar faces and felt much better when he found out Chris and Jay were on his flight. At least it'd take his mind off shit.

Unfortunately the couple were too wrapped up in each other, but they were there just in case and that helped Jeff feel more at ease. Jeff sat fidgety in his seat. Gerard had his earphones in, blasting music and bobbing his head to the sound. Chris and Jay were leaned in close on the other aisle, whispering to each other and having such a deep meaningful conversation. Jeff rolled his eyes then rubbed them. He wished he had his sketchpad maybe. But he didn't feel like drawing anyway. Jeff raised up some and gazed around, seeing a few superstars and other guys who worked backstage. No Punk.. but then he looked behind him and right into the face of John Morrison.

He stared at him a moment and blinked. "Uh.. Hi, John."

"Hi, Jeff." The brunette said softly. John Morrison and Jeff Hardy had been okay acquaintances.. But that was until Morrison started to date CM Punk and probably got his head filled with a whole bunch of bullshit about Jeff. "How's things?"

"Eh, you know." Jeff gave a weak shrug and almost turned back around.

But Morrison sighed. "Yeah. I know. Punk's being a real bitch."

Jeff nodded, feeling awkward. "Yeah."

"It's alright, Jeff. I know what he is, man. I was the one he started to turn on first when he started becoming this.. whatever the hell he is now. You think you got it bad? Try fucking the fucker." Morrison shuddered. The memories were still a little fresh.

Phil had started getting a little too forceful towards the end of their relationship. Started getting paranoid that Mor was cheating on him. Then one day, just snapped on him, beat him up in the hotel room and left. And fine, John could take a fucking beating, but Punk had destroyed something that night. It wasn't drugs or alcohol for Phil Brooks. It was about cold, hard power. Total control. And he had started to fucking lose it. Morrison dumped him before one SmackDown show and Punk turned on him in the ring.

"You know that he actually accused me of fucking Truth?" Morrison said.

Jeff shook his head. "No, man. I didn't. I stayed out of that."

John sighed again. "Yeah. I was a real jerk to you. That bastard had me so brainwashed I couldn't see. He'd talk shit, but I didn't think he'd go this far in taunting you. He needs serious help." Morrison said before starting to chew on his thumbnail. Such a nasty habit, he thought.

"Yeah." Jeff said quietly. "But are you doing okay?"

"Sh'eh.. Kinda. I'm back with Mike. And I know you always thought he was an ass.. but after being with Phil," Mor looked up. "Mike's a teddy bear."

Jeff was just happy to get off that damn plane and away from the awkward conversation he had with JoMo. It didn't put his mind at ease any about Punk and just made him feel like shit. Like he abandoned Johnny and let him suffer that shit alone.

And then of course Mama Adam had to call and check up on them. Such a worrier.

-xx-

Usually the first thing Jeff did upon entering an arena was find a structure to climb on. Right now it was the Titan Tron. It was way before the show, no one was allowed in yet.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy! You get down now!" Gerard shouted from the ramp way.

Jeff steadied himself and gazed around. "Just scoping the place out. What? If I fall you catch me."

"That's not even funny! Get down! Jeff!" God he remembered when Jeff did a Swanton off this thing on Randy Orton. Thinking of that shit never calmed his stomach. It was something Adam never liked to think about either.

Jeff quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, and what are you gonna do if I don't?"

Gerard almost growled. "I'll make you."

"Sh'yeah, right." Jeff scoffed, still perched on the large structure.

"I'm older than you!" He even stomped his foot in making that statement.

"By like a few months!"

"Fine, later my pants aren't coming off!"

Jeff cackled. "Right. You like getting fucked too much." He ignored any sound or stage guys that may be turning red or facepalming right now. "And your pants always come off."

Gerard wasn't the blushing type. "Fine, I'll top."

"Psh, yeah. Topping would be too much work for you, princess. It falls under your hatred for hard labor. You won't even ride me." Jeff said, grabbing to the structure to climb down.

Gerard watched him carefully as he made his way down. "Yeah, well... I'll think of something."

Jeff hopped on down and jerked him close. "And besides, you cannot resist me." He purred, emerald eyes shining bright.

Gerard snorted.

"I'm hawt." Jeff growled, lips curling into a wry grin.

Gerard snickered. "You're arrogant."

"Nah." Jeff kissed him, not stopping even when he heard Adam gag.

The blonde Canadian nudged his fellow blonde Canadian in the arm. "They're so gross. Jay, make 'em stop."

"I wish I could, Adam." Jay said simply.

"You told Randy you'd protect me. So protect my eyes." Adam whined.

Jeff pulled back and glared at Adam. "Hush, you. Before I spank you."

Jay waved him off. "Nah, he'd enjoy that."

Adam glared and punched Jay in the shoulder. "Only by Randy."

Jay rubbed his shoulder. "Ow. Hey. You enjoyed it when I spanked you that one time."

"That was a joke and we were just bullshitting." Adam reminded, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

Jay blinked. "But you got hard. I felt you against my leg!"

Adam did blush. Jeff and Gerard shared a look and snickered. "I wanna know all about this later." The younger Hardy nodded.

"Too bad, Hardy." Adam grumbled.

"Jay?" Jeff asked, turning his look to the other man.

"I'll tell you if you tell me about that time Adam got drunk and groped you." Jay bargained and Adam's jaw dropped.

"Jay, no! I told you nothing happened!"

"Deal. We shall exchange stories of Adam's sluttiness." And Jeff shook Jay's hand.

Adam growled. "Oh, fuck you guys. Imma go call Randy and tell him you're both being mean to me." And he stalked off with intent to pout to his lover.

"We're so scared." Jay muttered sarcastically.

"Terrified." Jeff added, lackluster.

Adam flipped them off and they laughed. Really all Randy would do is coddle him. They had been just ribbing him and Randy and Adam both knew they meant no harm.

-xx-

Punk scowled as he watched Jeff climb the tron. Who does that shit? Jeff's little bitch was shouting at him from the ground. Jeff Hardy was so reckless. He didn't seem to care about the grief he caused anyone. Not even his own boyfriend apparently.

He had been watching them from a far. Never getting too close. Especially not when Edge and Christian appeared at the top of the ramp. Too many witnesses and people around during work. His plans would have to wait until the time was just right.

Punk watched Jeff climb down, watched him wrap his arms around the smaller man, kissing him. He bet Gerard was so easy. He bet teaching him a lesson would be easy.

-xx-

(-a couple days later-)

Usually when Gerard was on the road with Jeff and Jeff was working, he either stayed at the hotel and occupied his time there, or got bored and came to the arena to hide out back in the back. None of Jeff's coworkers bothered him, Punk not withstanding, and he found catering had plenty of coffee. And that was good because their current hotel did not. He had woke up at 2am last night with a terrible craving and shook Jeff awake.

"What? Go away." Jeff grumbled and twisted himself tighter in the covers. Gerard just shook him harder.

"But, Jeff, it's an emergency." He bit his lip and started poking Jeff on the shoulder.

Jeff groaned and raised up. "What?"

"Go to McDonald's and get me coffee."

"That's the big emergency?" Jeff looked at the clock. "It's 2am. No."

"But I got a craving."

"What're you, pregnant? Oh, god no. I don't wanna lose the pool. I betted Adam would get knocked up first." Jeff grumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.

"You bet on that?"

"Eh, we were drunk." Jeff shifted and recoiled back into bed.

Gerard growled. "Jeff! Coffee! Move!" Screaming.

Jeff groaned and got up. "Fine, but get your ass up. You're coming too."

"But that eliminates the point in me making you go get it!"

"Exactly." Jeff then jerked the blanket off. "Up."

Gerard smiled as he thought back over it, bringing his cup up to take his last sip. He was throwing the cup away when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and he was abruptly yanked around. The smaller male's squeal turned into a snarled growl as he was picked up and tossed over a shoulder. "Hey! Hey! Put me down, you fucking bastard! Where the fuck're you taking me?"

Jeff tsked, carrying Gerard away. "Hm, such language. You need to watch your fucking mouth."

"Fuck you!"

"Quit wriggling. We're going to have a little before show shower sex."

Gerard huffed. "Horny fucker."

-xx-

The water ran down nude skin as hands explored each other. Gerard's hair fell in thick, black strands in front of his face. Jeff's blond hair still twisted up in its bun, bangs getting flipped out of his face. Full, arousal swollen lips brushed along pale skin as fingertips ghosted along sensitive places.

Jeff's full lips found Gerard's as he picked him up under his legs, helping them wrap around his waist as he so easily pinned him to the tiled shower wall. Jeff's mouth moved down to lick and suck on Gerard's neck and the writer groaned as he was entered full and deep, his fingernails digging at tanned, toned shoulders and down arms. He bit his lip, trying to keep quiet, but lost the battle when Jeff started to thrust, hard and angled and just so painful and right.

The moans started off soft, growing to screams. "Oh.. uhm.. ah.. fuck! God! Jeff!"

"Have you never had arena shower sex before?" Jeff grinned, panting and placing kisses up the side of Gerard's face.

"Yeah.. but.. no.. oh, god.." His eyes shut as his prostate was hit.

Jeff snickered playfully. "It was TJ, wasn't it?"

If his eyes would've been opened, he would've rolled them. "Ooh, shut up and fuck me."

"You slut."

Gerard growled and wanted to protest, but the coherent speech making part of his brain decided not to work. So he took it, loving it. Holding onto Jeff and loving the feeling of the definition of Jeff's muscles as he moved. So fucking beautiful. What was he even doing in the wrestling world?


Yeah, of course I just wanted to keep Gerard on the road w/ Jeff. My fic, my rules (shifty eyes) I love how one chp turns into two b/c I can't stop writing shit in (rolls eyes) Sorry. Gerard & Jeff were both born in 1977, Gerard would been 32 at the time & Jeff 31 still. But that's not majorly important. I don't have an exact timeline. I didn't feel like worrying w/ it. Laziness. Sorry. TJ is mentioned. It is just initials for another OC that's not important and won't pop up. Okay, not my most popular thing & that might sting a smidge, but I don't care. This is my project. I'm experimenting. Just writing.