Title: Make Love In This Club
Rating: M – Mature
Genre: Romance, Crime, Smut
Pairing: Hunter/Jeff
Warnings: Sex, slash, semi-public sex
Summary: Hunter realizes that Jeff needs a bit of a break from all the stress, so he takes Jeff out for a night on the town.
AN: This story is kind of a deleted scene from The Darkness That Divides. It fits in somewhere after the fair incident with John and Mike, but before Jeff called Mark. If you didn't read Darkness Divides, it's okay. It shouldn't influence this too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.
MakeLoveInThisClub
Hunter waited downstairs for Jeff to make his grand appearance. With everything that was going on between the others in the group, he figured that a night on the town, at some new nightclub or another, would be great.
Hunter wore a pair of black slacks, a red button up stretched over his chest. His hair was slicked back out of his face, though was hanging down his back. It may have been a touched dressed up for a club, but Hunter didn't really care. It was what he wanted to wear.
A couple of soft thuds announced Jeff's appearance. Hunter looked over at his husband, smiling at the outfit Jeff chose. The man wore a pair of boots, the heels of the boots separated from the main body of it, the heels about four inches high, putting him almost nose to nose with his lover. His curvy legs were encased in black leather pants that clung to every curve as though it were a second skin. He wore a v-neck shirt, also leather, that clung to his torso, coming down to just above his pants, meaning that every time he shifted his arms, pale flesh peeked through. Jeff's hair was a dark blue, also slicked back but hanging down. His green eyes sparkled as he looked at Hunter, turning around, letting Hunter see that the shirt not only had tuxedo-jacket like tails, but that the leather clung so well to Jeff's ass that Hunter could clearly tell that Jeff wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Jeff..." Hunter growled with a warning in his tone. Jeff merely grinned at him.
"Let's go, Hunter."
They made it to the club with only minor groping. Jeff immediately tugged Hunter out to the dance floor, feeling the music pulsing through him. He turned so that his back was facing Hunter's front, one arm hooking lazily around Hunter's neck, his ass seeming to only barely graze Hunter's crotch. Hunter's hands moved down to grip Jeff's hips, pulling him back so that the aching hardness under the black slacks pressed against the leather cupping Jeff's ass. Jeff smirked, turning around to sway against Hunter, sliding down the length of Hunter's body teasingly, aiming to make this dance end before the song did.
If Hunter knew of Jeff's plan, he just gave in, because Hunter jerked Jeff to his feet with a growl, carrying his lover and husband off to a dark hallway. He pinned Jeff to the wall, fusing their lips together hard, teeth clacking and closing on flesh. Jeff moaned as Hunter's fingers dug into his flesh. They both managed to find their natural rhythm, their tongues and lips moving in tandem.
"Hunter... Hunter, fuck me..." Jeff moaned. Hunter looked at him, but didn't question it, knowing that Jeff knew what he wanted. Instead, he kissed Jeff again, his hands finding the little metal zipper for those tight pants. He yanked it down, his hand pulling out Jeff's cock, causing the smaller man to gasp in pleasure. Hunter's hand closed around it, teasingly pumping it up and down, but moving slowly. Deciding it was time for some pay back, Jeff pushed Hunter back against the opposite wall, dropping to his knees, undoing Hunter's pants. He reached in, hand going into the boxers there as well, pulling out the already hard and dripping organ. He purred softly, breathing onto the tip before he put his lips around it. Hunter groaned, thrusting into Jeff's mouth, unable to help himself. Jeff, however, took it in stride, merely opening his mouth and throat to accommodate Hunter's thick length better.
Hunter's fingers tugged at Jeff's hair, pulling him to his feet before pulling those almost-liquid pants off of him far enough for Hunter to point his dripping, saliva-slicked cock at Jeff's tight hole. The idea of possibly being caught was getting to both of them, so Hunter leaned in, capturing Jeff's lips with his as he thrust hard into Jeff, the initial thrust causing tearing. Jeff's fingers dug hard into Hunter's arms as he pulled back from the kiss.
"You... fucking owe me for this..." Jeff hissed between gritted teeth. Hunter chuckled slightly before he began to thrust, his hands lifting Jeff up to change the angle slightly. Jeff gasped in pleasure, his head falling back and hitting the wall, but he didn't pay it any attention. He moaned as Hunter fucked him, aware that his noises could draw people to them. Hunter's hand closed around Jeff's neglected cock again, pumping it quickly, in time with the vicious thrusts. Jeff leaned forward, forcing his lips to Hunter's, crying out into Hunter's mouth as he came, spilling his release on his leather-covered abdomen and Hunter's hand. Hunter grunted, spilling his own release into Jeff. They stayed together for a moment before Hunter pulled out, grimacing slightly at the mix of white and red from the tearing. Jeff winced slightly, grinning.
"That felt great," Jeff said, reaching into a pocket that Hunter hadn't noticed before on his shirt. He pulled out a white silk handkerchief, using it to wipe Hunter's hand, and then his own shirt. The semen came right off of the leather, making Jeff smile. He then handed the kerchief to Hunter, who cleaned him up. Then, with another smirk, Jeff dropped it.
"Oops," Jeff stated. He made sure his pants were fixed, watching as Hunter did the same, before he bent over, bending at the waist, grabbing the handkerchief. Hunter groaned.
"Damn it, Jeff," he said. Jeff laughed, dropping the handkerchief in the trash as they passed it on their way back to the dance floor.
"You know you love me," he said. Hunter spun Jeff as he pulled him close to him.
"More than words can say."
End
AN: There ya go, NeroAnne. It's late, and I know it is, but I still love you. My request is going to be Drew McIntyre and John Morrison. I'm stepping away from Miz for a chapter, but I really wanna see someone else write this one. Please and thank you babe!!
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