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His waiting process began the moment he closed the door behind his back; it started there and then it dragged onward… making it hard for him to remain tranquil because the truth was that he hated to wait, impatience always ended up getting the best of him.
So trying not to give into desperation, he took in a deep breath that was supposed to ease his mind and sent a quick glance towards the alarm clock; he then proceeded to take a few steps that seemed to get him nowhere. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do but wait and see what will happen.
The room was dark and filled with solitude, just the way it was when he left; and because he felt like dwelling in the dark he sat on the bed and waited.
Waiting… life was too short to waste it waiting. But what else could he do? He could get into optimistic mode; after all, there was a saying that assured him that only good things happened to those who waited. But then again, he was also a firm believer that opportunities never came to those who waited; they came to those who attacked.
He now wondered if he did the right thing in giving Jeff the choice to either come or don't, especially when Matt was around and probably watching every move the younger brother made.
But what could he have done, drag him up the stairs and force him to listen to him? Or should he have followed him all the way to his room and like a burglar in the middle of the night surprise him there?
Nah… none of those things worked for him, at least not in his mind.
That only left the option of waiting for him.
Unable to stop himself, he tilted his head a bit to the side until his eyes were looking right at the big red numbers displaying on the alarm clock. Just 11 minutes had passed since he entered the room, somehow the notion that he was going to have a long night settled in his mind.
His eyes returned to the door, his hopes diminishing with every minute it passed. Why was he reduced into such a pathetic being? He grunted, taking off his hoodie and throwing it away.
But who knew, maybe Jeff not showing up was for the best, nothing good could come out of a messed up relationship that was born out of anger and hate…
Besides he didn't need a Jeff Hardy in his life to mess things for him. He was too messed up already as it was… and Jeff was messed up too, definitely not a good combination.
Trying to console his melting heart with that thought, Phil took off his sneakers and let out another deep sigh that escaped from his most innermost regrets.
If it was for the best, then why was he feeling the urge of walking down to the parking lot and get Jeff up his room? Could it be because he felt remorse of driving him out of the business?
Forcing him out of his thoughts, a faint knock at the door was heard all through the room and Phil almost jumped to his feet.
Could it be him?
With the haste of those who have waited too long, Phil rushed to the door with three long steps; his hand already on the handle to open the wooded barrier that separated him from the one he wanted the most. But once there he hesitated. Wasn't he a minute ago convincing himself that the best thing that could happen to him was taking Jeff out of his life for good?
But as his mind studied that, Phil noticed that no more knocking was heard, the thought that maybe he waited too long and Jeff was gone invaded his mind. It was all it took to make him open the door.
At first glance he didn't see anybody, but out of the corner of his eye he saw him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed up to his chest and his lips slightly pouted.
He wasn't gone, he was there.
Relieved, the raven haired man turned to his side, leaning against the arc of the door so he could take a good look at Jeff, whom didn't seem in any rush to move from his spot.
But it didn't matter, at least he showed up…
"My room is at the end of the corridor, I had to walk pass your door to get there" Jeff said dreamily, his accent marking every word he said. "I didn't want to come… I don't know why I did"
Phil blinked a couple of times and ran his right hand over his jaw, not taking his eyes away from the form that stood a few paces away from him. "Maybe you did want to come…"
Jeff laughed, looking at Phil for the first time since he opened the door. "Believe me, I didn't"
Phil nodded, sucking his lip ring into his mouth as Jeff's eyes scanned him. "Then why did you?"
The North Carolinian shrugged, blinking a couple of times before responding. "I don't know, I'm not known for making the smartest decisions, you know"
Phil smiled just because he didn't think that Jeff was his smartest decision either, but smart or not it was one that he took and he wanted to stick to that decision… it sounded weird and in his mind it sounded wrong but it was what it was.
"It doesn't have to be the wrong decision" Was he really saying this, to Jeff Hardy? He had spent weeks wondering why everybody was so high on Jeff and as it turned out he ended up being one of those blind people who couldn't see Jeff for what he really was.
Because even if his body craved him and his mind couldn't stop thinking about him, Jeff was a man with demons, and that was against everything he believed in.
"Me and you?" Jeff said, one of his shy smiles on the verge of breaking out. "I don't think it could get more wrong than that, I mean think about it"
Phil opened his mouth to say something on his defense when he felt someone grab him and yank him away from his spot. It did surprise him and judging by Jeff's gasp it also surprised him, especially when he was smacked across the face and pushed against the wall.
But when his surprise wore off and he saw who his attacker was, he fought back until he had him cornered and immobile against the same wall he had been slammed against.
Matt Hardy… what was with that man and attacking him? "I had enough of you Hardy boy" Phil hissed, wrapping his hand around his neck while the other man struggled for freedom.
"Come on Phil, let him go, he's drunk" Jeff pleaded, but Phil was too engrossed in visions of retribution. The older Hardy owed him one, a big one.
"Fuck you Punk, I promised I was going to kill you and now I will" Matt slurred, trying to hit Phil one more time. "Go away Jeff, I'll handle this fuck by myself"
Phil snorted, that man really had a timing for messing up things between him and Jeff. It was as if he had a radar on him. "Oh really? You can't even handle yourself right now, so how do you expect to handle me, uh?"
"I'll kick your fucking ass! How's that for handling you?" Matt yelled, his face red and his eyes wild. Phil just smiled, slapping his elder's face a couple of times.
"Phil… come on, that's enough"
Enough? Phil shook his head, he couldn't believe that even when he hadn't done anything he was the one being scolded by Jeff. It was all he needed to realize that he was never going to win a battle against Matt, not in Jeff's eyes.
They were their own messed up team and he an outcast, one that they both hated in their own way.
So with the intention of getting into his room and leaving the Hardy boys to do whatever the fuck they wanted as long as it was away from him, Phil let go of Matt, and without giving Jeff a second glance he walked in the direction to his room.
Fuck them, fuck them all because he didn't need any of them, especially not Jeff. He could get over him in no time and he was starting that same night.
That was his plan, for better or for worse. But Matt, he had other plans, so he grabbed Phil by the arm, turned him around and surprised him with a punch to the face that made him stumble a few steps back and that sent an intense pain up to his skull.
"Matt!"
Phil cursed under his breath, bringing his hand up to see his nose only to find out he was bleeding, the little fuck made him bleed!
He wiped some of the blood with the back of his hand and was about to charge against Matt when Jeff got on his way; for a moment he played with the idea of pushing him out of his way just so he could get to Matt, but Shane came out of nowhere and got Matt out of reaching distance.
"Take him away" Jeff spat and Shane did as he was told, dragging a cussing Matt away.
When they disappeared Jeff turned to Phil and took his head in his hands. "Lean forward, you don't want that blood to go down your throat"
Phil, still angry with the events that left him in pain and bleeding, pushed Jeff away. "I know how to stop a fucking nose bleed" With that he turned around and got into his room.
With a pissed off grunt, Phil went into the bathroom and soaked a cloth he found laying over the sink, then he walked back into the room. He did all this while cursing in a low tone, pressing the cloth to his nose to see if it could stop the flow of blood.
Matt was accumulating a series of faults and he was going to make him pay real good, he was not going to allow him to use him as his personal punching bag every time he felt like it…
"Didn't I tell you, you need to lean forward?"
Phil looked down just in time to see Jeff approaching, apparently he forgot to close the door and Jeff was now inside his room.
The older man made him sit on the bed and forced his head to incline forward. "If you throw your head back you are just making the blood to go back the way it came, it can go down your throat"
"What, are you a doctor now?" Phil asked with cutting sarcasm as he held the cloth pressed in place. He heard Jeff chuckle, but when he tried to look up and ask what was so damn funny Jeff pushed his head down so it would remain in place.
"When did you become such a bitter man?" Jeff asked, his hand on the back of Phil's head so he wouldn't move it.
"I'm not bitter, I'm just realistic. It's not my fault that you people can't tell the difference between right and wrong"
"Right, because we all do drugs and drink while you don't. Why does everything redounds on that for you? Life is so much more than that"
Phil looked up, a scowl in his face. "Life is all about that, the choices we make affect everything we do, you should know that by now Jeffrey"
Jeff shrugged, taking the piece of cloth away from Phil's nose. Then, he once again took the younger man's face in his hand and inspected his nose closely, this time Phil didn't push him away.
"I have my share of wrong choices, I know that. But I left all that behind, I fell but I got back to my feet. Now, if it makes you happy or if it makes you feel superior to judge me then I really pity you"
Phil snorted, allowing Jeff to clean all traces of blood from his face. "You pity me? Oh please…"
"I do" Jeff responded, fixing his clear emerald eyes on Phil's olive ones. "Here you are, living the perfect life and you still feel miserable. You are alone, you pushed everyone away and you try to take solace in ruining everyone else life. If that is not sad then what is it?"
"I'm not miserable; I'm very happy, thank you" Phil said wondering why were they talking about this, wasn't he supposed to clarify the cops thing?
Jeff nodded. "Oh ok" He put the cloth down, not taking his eyes away from Phil. "Well, the bleeding stopped so I better go" After saying that, he took a step back, meaning to retreat and walk out of the room; he was stopped into going any further when Phil grabbed his hand and pulled him one step closer in his direction.
"Look, I didn't call the cops on you and I had nothing to do with any package delivered anywhere…" He blurted out, not thinking before speaking because he didn't want Jeff to leave without listening to him.
"I know" Jeff said, simple as that. "I thought about it and well, I don't know who was it but it doesn't make sense for you to be the one. I mean it makes sense because you do have a liking of screwing me over, but I don't see why you would lie about it"
Phil blinked, that was it. If Jeff knew he didn't do it then what stopped him from giving another pull to his hand and bring him closer? Or why was Jeff just standing there, neither walking out nor going to him?
"I have to go. Matt will sober up soon and I don't want him to break your door to get in… by the way, I'm sorry about the nose thing"
"You know what? Screw Matt" He pulled Jeff's hand until the Hardy was in front of him, once there he pulled him to him and captured his lips with his.
Jeff didn't show any sign of protest. He came easily to Phil and when their lips meet he kissed him back willingly, bending his back a little because he was standing and Phil sitting.
They explored each other with lips and tongues, their restless hands roaming and pulling off their shirts to get familiar once again with the other. To Phil it felt heavenly, and when Jeff pushed him to his back and leaned against him he couldn't help but to utter a moan into Jeff's sweet mouth.
He has missed that, there was no point in denying, not when he could feel the full weight of the other man pinning him to the mattress. He lifted his hands up to Jeff's newly short hair; from there he traveled all the way down his back and eventually to the back of his jeans, where his hands came to rest peacefully.
Jeff collaborated by thrusting his hips into Phil, neither of them able to break the kiss. They were truly messed up, but at that point Phil could care less… besides there was a part of his anatomy that made it very difficult for him to think things over, it drained all coherent thought from his mind and rushed all his blood to it.
He could rely only on sensation.
Needing to breath, Jeff pulled away, but he didn't waste his or Phil's time; he just slid his lips down to Phil's neck and feasted on his flesh, worrying his skin and with teeth and lips.
It came to Phil's mind that after initiating the kiss he was being laid back, just allowing Jeff to do as he pleased… he wanted to see where will at lead…
And it promised to lead to great things, because Jeff's lips continued to descend down his chest, to his stomach and finally to the swell hidden in his pants.
He grinned; maybe waiting wasn't such a bad thing… for now.
Jeff closed his mouth on Phil's clothed erection, going over his length before reaching to pull the piece of clothing out of the way. Once out he proceeded to take the underwear off, leaving Phil naked before his eyes.
Phil chose that moment to pull Jeff back to him. He kissed his lips briefly and then smirked. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you"
Jeff licked his lips and went to do as he was told, and while he did it Phil's predatory eyes drank on the image of him. "What?" Jeff asked with a frown as Phil's eyes fixed on his.
Phil didn't respond, he just pushed Jeff onto his back and then lay down as well. He was resting on his side; his head in the direction to Jeff's feet and his erection to his face, Jeff took the hint and took the younger man into his mouth.
Phil let out a throaty moan as Jeff tongue worked on him, his mouth taking what he could get of him as he has done quite a few times now.
Phil hissed, he loved Jeff's mouth.
But he also wanted to do something for Jeff; so with that in mind he looked up until his own face was facing Jeff's swollen manhood. It called to him, begging some attention.
He started by taking it in his hand and giving it a few strokes, his eyes glued to it because quite frankly he has never put much attention to it. At least not until that day… and as he stroked it he came to realize that Jeff had stopped sucking him and was now staring intently at him, or at what he was doing to his cock.
"Like it?" Phil panted and Jeff nodded, his face flushed and his eyes a few shades darker than their normal.
It only encouraged Phil to go further. So, he leaned forward until the head of Jeff's cock touched his lips, then he slowly ran his tongue over it, eliciting a moan out of Jeff. Then he went even further and took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around as he got familiar with the whole thing.
Jeff seemed to love it, and by the time Phil was fully sucking on him he went back to do the same for him. It was something he had never done before but he definitely liked it, especially Jeff's reaction and his soft moans that vibrated all the way up his spine.
They kept on for a while, pleasuring each other as the momentum build up, and as the fun continued Phil's fingers slid to the back of Jeff, right past the soft flesh of his buttocks and directly to his ass.
There he felt his way around, preparing Jeff and offering a preview of what he was going to do with his cock in a few minutes.
Jeff's mouth left him again, moaning and breathing hard as his hips danced against the younger man. "Phil, fuck that feels good…"
Phil took his finger away from him and after it he pulled away from his dick as well, Jeff moaned a protest.
It didn't matter to Phil, soon enough he was going to have him moaning from pleasure, writhing under him in abandon… he knew that and he was actually looking forward to it.
Phil turned to face him and grinned. "Now take it easy Hardy, I don't…" Jeff didn't let him finish, he pulled him in his direction and took possession of his mouth, kissing him hard and making him collapse on top of him.
This time Phil was the one who let a moan escape him when his naked flesh made contact with that of Jeff's, and when Jeff spread and positioned himself in a way that the only thing that Phil needed to do was push into him he groaned, pushing all the way in.
Jeff was just as he remembered, tight and warm; the way he loved it. So once he was back where he belonged he allowed a raw desire take possession of him and he gave Jeff all he had, both of them moaning and grunting as the moment swallowed them whole.
Phil keep pushing in, breaking the kiss but refusing to pull away. So he rested his forehead against Jeff's, their labored breaths and chants of desire mingling as if they were one, just like their bodies were now one.
Then, Jeff grunted and called on Phil's name, his back arching as he erupted in his hand. Phil kissed him, taking in his moans as his climax build up as well. It didn't take long for him, the way Jeff squeezed him as he came accelerated his own release and soon after he exploded inside of Jeff.
Both of them rode their climax down until they finally came back to reality. Phil was the one who pulled away, resting on his back and throwing his arm over his eyes. He was exhausted beyond words and now that his body was not high on Jeff he could feel his nose throbbing in protest.
Jeff sighed and Phil moved his arm out of the way so he could take a look at him. He was laying on his side, his eyes heavy as he stared back at him. "I should go…" He whispered in his southern accent.
Phil touched him, it was not a caress or anything, he just rested his hand on Jeff's side while his eyes remained on his. "If you must" He wanted him to stay, but he was not going to say that.
Jeff shrugged and he did give Phil a slight caress than ran from his shoulder to his hand and then back up. "Yeah…"
"I know" Phil said closing his eyes. After a moment he felt Jeff closing the distance between the two and he lazily wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing him even closer.
Jeff sighed again, Phil heard it faintly because he was slowly drifting off into a slumber… the last thing he remembered was Jeff snuggling against him as everything else faded…
TBC
