I always say this, but I want to thank you all for R&R this story xD Hope you like this one…
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To say that the raven haired man was angry was an understatement; he was beyond angry, he was pissed, furious and in no mood for anyone. And as he walked back to his locker room, he could feel his blood boiling as it ran smoothly through his veins, giving him the distinct feeling that if he kept like this he was going to auto combust.
He didn't care; maybe if he exploded he could find a way to release the wrath that was eating his entrails once and for all. He was growing tired of it all.
He needed redemption.
But not now, he was too far gone for that… so once in front of the locker room he kicked the door open, grabbed his things and walked straight to the showers. He wanted to strip off his ring attire and get rid of the stench of defeat, it made him sick to his stomach.
"That son of a bitch…" He mumbled under his breath as he turned the shower on, ripping off his hands and forearms the tape he had so meticulously put on before the match, not really caring that while doing so he was hurting himself.
After the tape was ripped off and thrown away, he proceeded to take the rest of his ring attire off; knee pads, boots, trunks… all of it he threw away before stepping into the cool spray of water to begin the cleansing process of soaping and shampooing.
And that process he did on automatic, his hands working as if they had a mind of their own as his thoughts went back to the match…
How was it possible that he lost because Batista was pinned? That wasn't fair! He needed a match one on one with Taker so he could make things right; it was the least that good for nothing Teddy should do for him.
But Teddy was not going to make that happen…he needed to talk to Vince about it… oh yeah, Vince would listen to him, and why not, if the old man came to his senses and fired Long for good maybe Vickie could step in… she would definitely give him the shot he deserved.
Or that was if she didn't put her little boy toy in his place instead…
Scheming and making plans to get his title back, Phil rinsed the shampoo off his hair and turned off the shower, reaching for his towel so he could dry himself…
But his fingers only found an empty space where the towel used to be…
He opened his eyes abruptly, thoughts of Taker attacking him from behind invading his mind… "Who…?" He asked to no one in particular as he turned around.
He breathed out, it was not Taker…
"Hey there Punky" Came the southern drawl of the man that had invaded his locker room. "I came to congratulate you on yet another loose…"
Phil scowled. "Shut up Hardy, I'm not in the mood for your shit" He responded as he snatched the towel off the other man's hands to dry his hair. He tried to keep venom in his voice, but the truth was the he kind of liked this unexpected little visit.
It was the last thing he expected in the world… he didn't even know the younger Hardy was in the building that night… well, not until that moment.
"Sensitive subject isn't it?" Jeff said wrinkling his nose as his green eyes traveled all over Phil's body. "You know, for all the trash you talk out there, one would have expected you to at least win once in a while, just saying" He finalized with a shrug.
"I didn't lose, Batista got pinned…"
"You didn't win" He interrupted. "In my book that means that you lost"
Phil chuckled, reaching for his camouflaged cargo pants and putting them on without bothering with his boxers, he just wasn't going to give Jeff a free show… "As far as I'm concerned, your book doesn't count"
Jeff smiled, his eyes moving up to meet Phil's eyes. "Yeah, whatever you say man. Anyway, I have things to do…" After saying that he swirled around and made an exit…
It took Phil only a few seconds to react and follow him out of the showers. That little bitch was very wrong if he thought he could walk on him just like that.
No, no… maybe he had no clue that Jeff was on the building a few minutes ago, but now that he knew he was not going to let him go… maybe Jeff could be his way to release all the crazy thoughts that had been running wild in his mind. Thoughts of defeat and past grandeur… thoughts on Jeff and him and this new thing that had developed between them…
Yes, it could work.
"Hey… where the fuck do you think you are going?" He asked grabbing Jeff by the arm and making him turn around.
Jeff arched and eyebrow and looked down to the spot where Phil's hand touched him and made him remain in place. "I'm going out with my brother. You might not know the meaning of it, but he did win and he wants to celebrate with everyone else that won tonight. Maybe Taker will be there…"
Phil released the grip on Jeff's arm and slid his hand down to his waist. "Oh so now you celebrate other's victories… aww that's really sweet of you, but let me remind you that you are just another loser, you are nothing but a visitor here… a has-been"
Jeff smirked. "Well, it takes one loser to know another…"
"Yes, but remember who did you lost against?"
After Phil said that, Jeff pushed him back and onto the couch that stood in the middle of the small room. Caught off guard, the younger man went down on it, and before he could do as much as voice his protest, Jeff was all over him, forcing him to his back as he came to lay on top of him.
Phil snorted, feeling the weight of Jeff's body press him down and watching as his face came inches away from his just to pull back after his lips briefly touched his. It seemed like his Jeff was in a playful mood…
"I know who I lost against…" Jeff replied dryly, the intensity of his emerald green orbs focused on Phil's olive ones.
"And you shall never forget…" Phil said while bringing his hand up to take off the cap Jeff was wearing, when the thing came off Phil blinked in surprise. "What the fuck you did to your hair?"
Jeff leaned forward and ran his tongue over Phil's lips and then down to his neck, nipping and sucking at his flesh. "What does it look like you dumb fuck, I cut it"
"No shit" Phil said as his hand went to Jeff's newly short hair. He couldn't grab it like he would like, but it wasn't a bad look for him…
Because he couldn't grab him by the hair, Phil forced the back of Jeff's neck to move upwards, until his lips were near enough for him to kiss.
"So, you came here so I could fuck you, is that it?" Phil asked huskily as he pushed his hips into Jeff's… feeling against his tight that Jeff was liking this a bit too much.
He couldn't blame him; he kind of understood him… after all there was something about Jeff that made him go wild and forget everything that wasn't the man himself, it was as if an invisible force was working to get them together, trying to break the bond of hate that unite them.
"As if that isn't what you want…" To prove his point, Jeff's hand slid between their bodies and took hold of Phil's arousal. "Oh…" He said feigning surprise, as if he hadn't expected to find that.
"Well, you make for a nice little bitch, I'll give you that" Phil breathed out as he bucked his hips forward.
"I'm not your bitch…" Jeff grunted as he slid Phil's pants down his body, leaving him in nothing but an engorged hard-on.
"Of course you are" Phil responded before claiming the other man's lips in a kiss.
Jeff didn't resist, not at all; he just kissed back with the same intensity that he was being kissed, allowing Phil to dispose of his own pants and shirt as best as he could until there was nothing between them.
He had missed this, Jeff has become an obsession for him, an obsession that began with a need to get rid of him and his wrecked vices for good and that now had converted into an obsession for his body; he wanted him all for himself.
As bad as it sounded it was his truth. It didn't help that Jeff seemed to have no problem surrendering himself to him, in fact, by the small moans that he was making, Phil could say that he love it.
That only added to his lust.
In a swift maneuver that was made without either of them falling to the floor, Phil turned around until he was the one on top, the one in control, and from that position he continued to enjoy Jeff's mouth.
They kissed until they were out of breath, their bodies rubbing in unison and creating a delicious friction that only made Phil's need for Jeff increase to its maximums.
It all felt too great to deny it, he wanted Jeff… it was that simple.
Wanting more of it, Phil decided that they had done enough fooling around, and when he was about to break the kiss to let his intentions known, he felt Jeff's fingers slide down his back and to his ass… slowly sneaking lower and deeper until one of his fingers brushed his entrance.
He pulled away from the kiss abruptly, making Jeff jump a little in surprise and thus making his fingers go in retreat. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Jeff smiled his shy smile and kissed Phil's chin. "Relax man…" With that said his fingers went back to his ass, only that this time they remained on the soft flesh of his buttocks, caressing and probably trying to make Phil relax.
Phil just remained there, unmoving and with his lips pursed as Jeff's tongue explored his neck, his chin and shoulders and everything on their reach.
It took him a while to relax, but he made a clear note in his brain that if Jeff even attempted to go near his back door again he was going to rip his arm off.
He was not that far gone…
With that in mind, he kissed Jeff back, his hand going down to assist his dick on rubbing against Jeff's, loving the way they felt against each other and loving even more the way Jeff moaned into his mouth.
Wanting to take things further and perhaps a bit more personal, he pulled away from Jeff and slid his lips down his neck and to his chest.
Jeff sighed deeply, burying his fingers into Phil's hair as his lips worked their way down to his stomach… at a slow but secure pace that promised great things to come for the older man…
"Punk!" Came a loud voice that made Phil jump out of the couch and to his feet. The voice was accompanied by even louder knockings. "Punk, open the damn door"
"Fuck…" Jeff whimpered covering his face with his hands.
Phil, still feeling startled about the abrupt interruption just looked from Jeff to the door. Barely taking notice on how Jeff went to his feet to gather his clothes or on how he began to dress in a hurry before disappearing into the showers.
"Punk, I swear that I'll tear this damn thing down if you don't fucking open it!"
With his mind a bit more clear and going back to the pissed off mood that had possessed him before Jeff, Phil put on his pants and opened the door.
"What the fuck do you want Hardy?" He hissed, locking eyes with him.
"Where is Jeff?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know, I'm not his fucking babysitter"
"I can't find him and I don't know why, but I think you have something to do with it"
Phil snorted, how he despised that little fuck… "Why don't you look outside, on the streets, he must be buying drugs and getting high"
Matt snarled and closed his fist. "If you did something to him, I swear Punk… I'll kill you" Matt didn't allowed Phil to respond; he just turned around and kept going.
"Fucking ass…" Phil mumbled as he watched him disappear into a corner… why he was always the one to blame with everything that went wrong with Jeff?
And to interrupt him in such a moment! Now Jeff needed to make it up to him, after all, the interruption has been all his fault…
As if calling him with his thoughts, a fully clothed Jeff walked out of the showers. "You fucking dick" He hissed pushing him out of his way and storming out of the room.
"What…?" Phil asked perplexed, watching Jeff walk away but knowing that he could not go after him. He was probably going back to his brother's lap.
Oh but he knew he was there, and sooner or later he was going to have his alone time with him, some alone time that he was not going to let be interrupted.
If Jeff didn't come to him he was going after him, even if he had to go through big brother Matt to do it…
TBC