Title: Addicted
Author: NeroAnne
Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff Hardy, Phil Brooks, Matt Hardy, Edge or any other wrestlers in this ficcy.
Summary: As a straight-edge, Phil Brooks isn't supposed to be addicted to drugs. And he isn't. What he is addicted to is a lot worse. And why is that? Well, simply because of the fact that it's Jeff Hardy. SLASH!
Requested by: wwefan5
Jeff pushed his knees up to his chest, circling his arms around them. Lowering his head, he patiently waited for the rest of the guys to leave. He ignored the strange looks; he just wanted to get the hell out.
It was a little while later that he heard his name being called. Slowly looking up, his green eyes met brown. "…Hennigan…?"
John frowned, slowly going down on his knees. "Are you alright?" he had seen the way Phil taunted Jeff in the ring earlier on. It had been insanely cruel.
"I'm fine," Jeff murmured. He stood, heading into the bathroom. He heard John following him but he didn't really care. Leaning over the sink, he turned on the water, scrubbing the face-paint off.
John sighed, "What he said…" he bit his bottom lip. "It was out of line."
Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah…" he wiped his face dry with a towel.
"You've tried saying no, haven't you?"
Jeff locked eyes with the brown-haired man. "So many times," he whispered tiredly. He tugged off his shirt, heading to the shower stalls.
John rubbed the back of his head, silently wondering if he should carry out his plan. Hearing the shower turn on, John decided to go for it. He stripped.
Jeff jumped in surprise, staring at the naked man in surprise, "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice coming out strained.
"I'm not doing this to hurt you…" John explained slowly. "I want to help you." He cradled the back of Jeff's neck, bringing their forehead close. "Phil is in denial about you…he swears to not love you, but if that were true then why would he keep coming back to you?"
Jeff's emerald eyes darkened.
"Pretend to fall for someone else," John whispered. "Fuck someone else…let him know that you won't keep playing his games."
Jeff whimpered, "But I don't love you…"
"This isn't about love," John snapped, "This is about getting him to stop fucking around with you." He pressed his lips to Jeff's gently, silencing his protests. He knew this would work. Phil was a stubborn bitch when it came to admitting his true feelings. Knowing that Jeff would be screwing around with his ex would make Phil hurt badly.
Jeff kissed back shyly, not sure if this would work in the long run. 'Phil didn't give a shit that I was with Cena…he fucked me anyways…why would it be different with Hennigan?'
Phil growled, slamming the locker room door open. "Alright, starshine, game over!" he looked around, seeing his bag on the ground. He was still here.
He heard the shower running. He smirked, heading towards the bathroom. He stopped, seeing another man's clothing on the ground.
It was John's clothing…and not John Cena.
His olive colored eyes trailed up to the showers, he swallowed thickly.
The curtain was opened slightly, allowing him to see all that he needed to see. His ex had Jeff pinned against the shower wall, kissing him hungrily. The water was dripping down their bodies, sliding down their joined midsections.
And fucking Jeff was kissing back.
Phil winced, feeling his heart churn in pain. He shook his head, his eyes closing tightly. Slowly, backed away, blindly running out the door.
The second he got to his rental, he punched at the glass window, groaning low in pain. 'Fuck!'
But the pain in his fist was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
John sighed, slowly pulling out of Jeff. "I think it worked," he murmured to the blonde. He could see Jeff's green eyes glisten and he stiffened. "God, you really do love him, don't you?"
"…So much." Jeff admitted softly. "But what's it matter…he doesn't want anything to do with me, just my body." He forced a smile on his face, "Thank you for being so concerned."
John smiled back, "No problem."
They gathered their clothing, and left the arena, going their separate ways.
-Hotel-
Jeff tossed his bag and the ground and sighed, "That was a very stupid idea."
"Indeed, it was."
Jeff's eyes widened. He turned around quickly and yelped loudly when he was shoved onto the bed, an enraged Phil on top of him. He gasped when hands wrapped tightly around his throat.
"What the fuck was that?" Phil snarled angrily. "You're mine, Jeff! I thought I made that clear when I got rid of Cena, but no! You turn and open your slutty legs to me ex?!"
Jeff thrashed beneath him, his cheeks turning pink. "Phil!" he gasped out, "I can't br-breath!"
Narrowing his eyes, Phil slowly removed his hands from Jeff's slim throat. The angry red markings of his hands shone brightly on Jeff's snow white skin. He watched with cold eyes and Jeff turned his face away, coughing and sucking in air. "How could you do this to me?"
Jeff could feel tears start sliding down his cheeks. "Why do you even care?!" he yelled, "You don't love me!"
Phil grimaced, raising his hand to backhand Jeff.
Jeff didn't flinch. The tears slid down his cheeks like rivers. "That's all you do," he whispered brokenly. "You tell me that I'm yours…but you never tell me that you love me."
"That's because I don't!" Phil snapped.
"Then why do you keep fucking me?!?' Jeff screamed.
Phil stared down at the pale beauty, his eyes narrowed. "I don't know, alright?! I…don't know." He gently cupped Jeff's cheek, sliding his fingers to Jeff's lips. "I don't know what it is about you that I can't get enough of…"
Jeff sobbed lightly, "Love me…" he pleaded, his emerald eyes overflowing with tears.
Phil's eyes darkened. He stood, "No." He walked out of Jeff's hotel room, his heart pounding roughly in his chest as Jeff's cries followed him out.
-Tuesday July 7th-
For the rest of the week, Phil hadn't come near Jeff. They hadn't crossed paths since that day in the Hotel.
"This is a good thing," Matt murmured to Evan, watching his baby brother chat with friends. "I think maybe Brooks has a heart…and he decided to just leave Jeff alone."
Evan frowned, noticing how fake Jeff's laughter was. "Jeff doesn't seem to be happy, though…"
They both watched as Jeff's eyes lowered, his hands nervously clenching and unclenching.
"He's thinking about Smackdown tonight," Evan whispered, "The segment he has to do where he talks about Phil's eye injury."
Matt nodded, "You're right…"
Jeff was speaking quietly to Glenn, the man he was facing tonight. His eyes were overshadowed with dark bags.
"I still can't believe this happened," Matt murmured. "Jeff and John were perfect together…he was the first guy Jeff really fell in love with…and then, he switches to Punk…"
Evan sighed, "You can't help who you fall for, Matty…I'm just sad that Jeff fell for someone who doesn't love him back."
Matt sighed, "Come on; let's take him out to eat before the show."
-Smackdown Taping-
Jeff pulled himself up to the top rope, ready to land a Swanton on Kane. The whole little speech he did before the match had nearly caused him to cry. And because of that, his match was slightly shady.
He had finally managed to get Kane in a Twist of Fate and was now readying himself to crash down on the man lying on the ring.
He heard the familiar music playing and he stopped, looking towards the ramp. His eyes narrowed.
Phil moved slowly, staring at him with cold eyes.
Jeff barely had time to react before Kane grabbed his throat, slamming him down from the top rope, to the mat, with a Chokeslam. He writhed in pain, twisting and turning. He felt Kane cover him and get the win.
'Fuck…'
Phil smiled lightly, rubbing his "injured" eye. He watched Jeff turn in the ring and he couldn't help but feel a bit bad. Either way, he didn't let it show. He smirked again and turned, walking backstage.
He only walked a few steps before he found himself at Jeff's locker room. He bit on his lip and entered, settling down and waiting for Jeff to come in.
He didn't wait long.
Jeff stumbled into the room, holding his head in pain. He looked up, his eyes narrowing, "Get out," he hissed.
"Look, I just wanted to-" Phil felt his cheek sting with the force of the slap. He stared at Jeff in surprise.
"I don't care!" the blonde moaned, "I don't! Take your bullshit lies and shove them back up your ass! I'm done with you! I mean it!"
Phil snorted, "You say that time and time again, why should I believe-" he trailed off, hearing a cough from the door.
John Hennigan grinned cheekily at him, "Hey, Phil." He walked over, wrapping his arm around Jeff's waist.
Phil clenched his fist. "John," he murmured.
Jeff glared heatedly at him. "I mean it," he repeated, "I've had it with you."
Phil chuckled, moving his face closer to Jeff's, "This little bullshit lie isn't working on me, starshine. The only reason why John is helping you is because he wants revenge on me for cheating on him." He smirked smugly, "I'll see you out there."
John twitched in annoyance, watching Phil leave the room. "What the fuck did I see in him?" he wondered aloud. He looked to Jeff, who had his head lowered.
"You want me to go?" John asked quietly.
"Nah…I could use some company," Jeff whispered. "I'm just gonna go shower."
John nodded, "Alright."
-Later on-
Phil smirked, coming out to the ring. He locked eyes with Jeff, who was commentating the match. He asked for a mic and when he got it, he put it up to his lips.
"Are you proud of yourself, Jeff?" he asked lightly. "I could have been seriously injured last week." He watched Jeff smile, and his insides ticked, "You've got a lot of nerve…faking an eye injury and leaving me in the ring to fend for myself."
He ranted on and one for a while. Holding up the fake little bottle of eye medicine, telling Jeff to try living "straight-edge", none of this seemed to faze Jeff much. 'Hm…gonna have to step it up.'
"Jeff…you've got two strikes. You know how many I've had? Zero." He noticed that Jeff still didn't look very annoyed. So, he went on.
"Jeff, do you know how many times I've been suspended? Zero." He frowned, "You know how many times I've been to a rehab facility? That's right," he said when he noticed Jeff raise his hands, "Zero"
"You know what your chanced are at beating me at Night of Champions?" he leaned over the ropes. "Zero."
Jeff glared heatedly at him and stood, locking eyes.
Phil smirked. 'Finally…some damn emotion.'
He heard Khali's music start and he turned to his opponent, anxious to get the match over with.
He had a plan for his little starshine tonight. And this time, things were going to as planned.
"Junk" is like SO WIN, XD!
Redsandman99 has a new Junk fic up, check it out!
And browngirlwrites has like, three of them! XD!
Anyway, NO, John Hennigan will not end up with Jeff and does not love Jeff. He just wants to help him.
Ya know, XD! Stirring up drama and slipping in twists. XD.