Title: Don't Mess With The Best
World: AU
Rated: M (Mature)
Genre(s): Romance
Pair(s): Chris/Phil, Jeff/Adam, Mark/Hunter, Bret/Shawn, etc.
Summary: Chris Jericho is Rosewood Academy's resident bully, who constantly harasses Phil and his two best friends, Adam and Jeff. Phil and Jeff couldn't care less, but it starts to really affect Adam's self-esteem. But when Phil stands up for his friend, Chris kisses him. Is it true? Can a bully love?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.
Warning: Slash, Mpreg
Part: 4/? - Kiss and Make Up
Phil arrived home around 3:30 PM. He crashed on the couch, kicked off his shoes, and threw his feet onto the coffee table. He reached behind himself and removed a dark blue blanket, which his mother had found for him when she visited France on holiday last summer, and tucked it around his muscular form even if it wasn't cold. Finally, he allowed his olive eyes to fall closed. And he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander. The first memory that came to mind was Chris Irvine after he came out of the shower...
Thin, translucent droplets of water trickled down his sculpted chest. The towel rode low on his hips, revealing the jutting angles of his hip bones and dipping low to reveal the 'V' that lead to his manhood. A smirk adorned his handsome face as he shook his head, the sopping wet strands flying off in every direction. Phil's stomach clenched as Chris walked over to his locker, lazily swinging his hips back and forth as he walked, before he dropped the towel and revealed a perfectly shaped ass. Every inch of that man was flawless.
"Mmm... fuck." Phil shifted around to try and allieviate the newfound pressure in his jeans. He couldn't believe that he had just gotten rock-fucking-hard just thinking about that little bitch, Jeri-ho. "No. No, no, no." He tried to will the erection away.
"Philly?" A sweet little voice chimed, and when he opened his eyes, he found a sweet little seven-year-old staring at him with concern in her pretty eyes.
"Shit!" Phil exclaimed, before he closed the blanket around himself to hide his more than obvious erection. He took a slow breath to calm himself. "What is it, Selene?"
Selene batted her olive eyes at him, before she handed him a book. "Can you help me with my homework? I tried to do it by myself, but it doesn't make any sense. And I know that you really like math..."
"Fractions." Phil hummed to himself as he looked over the double-sided homework sheet. "And decimals. You're teacher really likes to live on the wild side, huh?"
Selene chuckled softly. "Yeah."
"Sure, kiddo. I'll tell ya what. Give me about fifteen minutes, and I'll meet you in the kitchen. These fractions and decimals won't know what hit 'em." Phil offered her a soft smile, thankful that she hadn't seen his little 'problem'. Selene returned the sentiment.
"Okay!" She chimed happily, before she ran off to do as she was told.
When he was sure that his baby sister was far enough away, Phil carefully peeled the blanket off of his body and reached into his jeans and boxers to touch the head of his already weeping erection. The second that contact was made, a wave of pleasure shot down his spine like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Reaching down further, he started to jerk off as silently as he possibly could. Throwing his head back, he stuffed part of the blanket into his mouth to withhold a moan as his nail dug into the slit. He thrust into his hand as quickly as he dared, afraid to cause the couch to squeal.
And then, realization hit him. He was fucking jerking off to the idea of the King of Assholes naked and wet. Just as quickly as his erection had sprung up, it withered away. Phil let out a sudden whimper from the loss of pleasure, but all too soon he tucked himself away and used a tissue to clean the pre-cum off of his hand. Throwing it into the nearby wastebasket, he rose off of the couch and tossed his blanket back. With one last check to make sure that there was no evidence to what he had done, he walked into the kitchen and sat across from Selene at the table.
"Now, the key to fractions and decimals is knowing how to convert between the two..."
Adam stood on the front porch of the Hardy household, thinking about how much of a mistake this idea was and wanting more than anything to turn around and run. He wanted to run and hide, to leave for Canada and never look back. But something told him that he had to fix this. Something told him that he had to talk to Jeff, or at least try to talk to Jeff, and give him one last chance. Maybe it was what Phil had told him. Mustering what courage he could find, he rose a hand and knocked on the door. Seconds later, Matt answered it.
"Adam? What are you doing here?" Matt asked, shocked.
"I need to talk to Jeff." Adam said, refusing to meet Matt's concerned eyes. "I need to... I need to know if he really wants to end this. To end us. And then I can make my decision."
Matt was about to ask what it was that Adam was talking about, but when he saw the tears budding in Adam's emerald eyes, he turned back toward the house. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy! Get your ass out here, now!"
"I'm comin', I'm comin'." In Jeff's irritation, his sweet southern accent thickened.
When Jeff came to the door, Adam could see for himself exactly what Phil had said. Jeff's beautiful green eyes were swollen and red-rimmed, and when they rested on Adam, his whole body started to tremble as if he would cry again. It intrigued Adam, because he had never seen Jeff cry before. Hesitantly, Jeff started to reach out for him. However, when he realized what he was doing, he snapped his hand back and retreated back into the doorway. But Adam didn't let him move any further. He pulled Jeff into his chest and kissed him with all of the passion that he could muster.
Jeff moaned, resisting a bit at first, before he melted and wrapped his arms around Adam's lithe waist. He pulled him as close as he could, almost trying to make their bodies become one. Even if it had only been a matter of hours, it felt like it had been an eternity since they had last touched. Jeff lifted his boyfriend's body up off the ground, Adam's legs latching around his waist. Adam's small hands secured in Jeff's knotted ebony hair, before he slowly drew back and looked into Jeff's lust-hazed eyes. He could see the love and emotion swirl in those perfect depths.
"I'm so sorry, Addy. I should've never believed what Chris told me. Who cares if you kissed Randy? It's in the past now, right? What we have now, that's the present and the future." Jeff said honestly. "I love you, Adam. And I always will. Some stupid mistake isn't gonna change that."
"You really mean that, Jeffy?" Adam asked, batting his eyelashes at the younger man. Raw hope could be seen in his eyes.
Jeff kissed him once more, before he nodded. "Yeah. I do. I promised you forever, didn't I?"
"Forever." Adam agreed softly.
Jeff nestled the blond closer, before carrying him inside toward the staircase. He shot his brother a small smile, before the two entered Jeff's bedroom and the door closed softly behind them...
A/N: Please Review!
