Title: The Burning
Author: NeroAnne
Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.
Summary: Deep down, they hated each other. Deeper down still, they lusted for each other. All the way down at the bottom…they loved each other. On top of all that, though, they envied each other.
Note: Clearly, I need help.
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-Tuesday-
Jeff shifted out of his dream, groaning as he turned over. He squeaked as he fell out of his bed, not realizing he was already on the edge of the mattress. He blinked, staring up at the ceiling.
'It was a dream…it never happened?' A frown making his way to his lips, Jeff moved to stand, only to stumble under his weight, his ankle throbbing just a bit in pain.
Emerald eyes widened in realization. It hadn't been a dream…
He looked around for his older brother, but the darker Hardy was nowhere in sight. Something was in sight, though. There was a folded up letter on his nightstand…
Jeff stood, sitting on the edge of his bed. His fingers skimmed over the paper before his thumb and forefinger closed around it, bringing it up to his eyes so he could read.
I didn't want to wake you…you looked too peaceful.
I'll still be in school when you wake up; so just entertain yourself until I get back.
We have to talk about last night.
-Matt
Jeff blinked, staring at Matt's perfect cursive lettering. Matt always had nice handwriting…
Jeff turned his head, staring at his alarm clock. The bright red letters shouted out at him.
12:15.
Matt would be in school for another three hours…
Jeff sighed, wondering what he should do in the mean time. He could walk, but he really preferred not to. He was feeling lazy and very much happy that Matt actually let him stay home for the day.
Dad and Lindsay would come back home tomorrow…and then everything will go back to how things were before.
Snorting, Jeff fell back onto his side, closing his eyes slowly. It didn't take him long to fall into a dream.
Hot lips pressed against his neck, sucking at his cold skin. That full mouth parted so that sharp teeth could press against him, causing him to arch, his own mouth falling open at the feel of such sinful pleasure.
"You're so soft," the black-haired one whispered, voice deep and alluring, "So soft…" his large hands gripped Jeff's hips, pulling him up, grunting low under his breath as the smaller boy's erect dick brushed against his.
Jeff's eyes were closed tightly, refusing to look up at the older man. He clenched his fists against the bed sheets, shuddering all over as those hot lips covered his, muffling his whine.
A hot, velvety tongue stroked his own, sucking on it lightly and sweetly. Christus turned his head so that his mouth would be perfectly fused with the boy's underneath him. Their mouths crushed together, lips opened and tongues searching.
"Beautiful," the dark one whispered as he raised his head, accent thick and husky, eyes focusing on the small ribbon of spit trailing from his lips the smaller boy's. He blinked as it broke, raising his thumb to trail over the small puddle on the pale, sweet chin.
Jeff swallowed, toes curling as the ravenette stared down at him. He flushed brightly as said ravenette sat up, pulling the silk shirt off of his strong shoulders. Jeff tried hard to close his eyes…but his emerald orbs moved shamelessly down the hard, toned, and tanned flesh.
The elder smirked lightly, grabbing Jeff's hand. He moved the tiny palm so that it rested flat against his toned stomach. "Touch me," he said, nearly purring as Jeff let loose a slight mewl of pleasure.
Slowly, thin fingers began to trace the nicely tanned stomach, pale cheeks going red as his fingers glided over a trapped cock, straining against the fabric of dark jeans. Jeff traced the shape of the large dick with his fingertips, letting out small, incoherent murmur as he marveled at the sight of it.
He shut his eyes tightly as the ravenette slowly began to lift the hem of the black tank top he wore, tossing it off the bed once it was off of his thin frame. Jeff sighed softly as the older male settled on top of him, the heavy weight comforting.
He ran his fingertips down the bronzed back, shifting his body up so that their trapped cocks could rub against each other. His lips parted, a soft breath leaving his body as the muscular body above him shifted, pressing down onto him harder.
Grunting, the ravenette sat up again, shuffling the dark sweats he wore past his hips, his hard cock jumping out of the fabric. He gripped the thick base with his hand, jerking himself off as he stared down at the pale chest.
Jeff swallowed hard, watching the hard organ become red with need. Bringing his palm up to his mouth, he ran his tongue down the length of his palm a couple of times, getting it nice and wet. Slowly, he moved the same hand down to the thick, precum oozing cock, grabbing a tight hold of it and beginning to tug.
"Fuck," Christus murmured, placing his hands on Jeff's hips as he watched the motion of that pale hand with lust-filled brown orbs. He thrusted slowly into that tiny, warm hand, fucking it thoroughly.
Jeff moved his other hand down to large balls, rolling them against his fingers lightly, biting his lip as deep moans left the Finn's throat. He moved his hand faster, wanting to hear more sounds escape the bigger man.
The faster he went, the louder the moans…
And then, the moans began to change. Still deep, although now accented with a dark southern drawl, the different sound caused Jeff's eyes to open slowly. He stared at the thick cock in his hand, taking note of the differences.
It was slightly thicker than before, and moving his eyes up, he could see a thatch of dark curls right above it. Smiling, Jeff allowed his eyes to move up to a familiar face, seeing warm brown eyes staring down at him with adulation.
"Jeff…" a strained grunt left the older Hardy, his semen shooting out of the tip of his dick, spraying the younger boy beneath him. His release was hard, thick ribbons of cum roping around Jeff's neck and a few droplets landing on his chin and cheeks.
Jeff pointed Matt's dick lower, so that the last few streams of juice hit his belly piercing and his lower abdomen. He ran his tongue over his mouth, slowly letting go of his brother's cock so that he could run his fingers through the warm liquid.
He moved his fingers into his mouth, eyes closing in bliss as his brother's taste hit his tongue…
Jeff sighed in his sleep, grip slowly loosening on his bed sheets. Still asleep, he wasn't even aware of the warm stickiness in his pants.
{T*B}
Matt tried to concentrate on what Randy was saying, but his mind wouldn't let him forget how nice it felt to hold Jeff last night.
Torrie had all but shitted herself when she found them earlier, him on Jeff's bed with the smaller male sprawled out on top of him. The girl would not shut her mouth about it. He had to tell her that Jeff had had a nightmare so that she'd stop bitching.
Luckily it worked, but not before she ran her mouth…
And now, Randy was asking him all kinds of questions.
"What the hell were you doing in bed with that little queer muffin when you've got a perfectly fuckable girl in your bed, man? And what the fuck happened to you?" Randy was very much confused.
Matt dragged his hand down his bruised face, shoulders slumping. "The kid had a nightmare, man. He wouldn't stop bitching until I lay with him for a while. I fell asleep…that's it."
Randy snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "…It's still weird, what'd he do? Claw you so that you wouldn't let go of him?" his eyes roamed over the cut on Matt's eyebrow and the slightly fat lip before he smirked, "if I were you, I'd have roughed the little brat up, maybe tell him some ghost story and then lock him up in his room so that he wouldn't be able to come out."
John frowned, shaking his head. "Randy, you're fucked up." He pulled his cap off, rubbing his head before tucking the cap back into place. "I know you don't like gay people but what you're saying is just sick, man."
"What I'm saying is sick? Jeff likes dick, Cena. Now that's sick." Randy looked to Adam, whose arms were wrapped comfortably around Maryse. The French girl was giving Randy a look of pure malice. "Adam. You agree with me, right?"
Maryse tilted her head, sugar brown eyes staring up at her lover.
Adam coughed nervously before nodding once, looking away from his girlfriend.
"Lâche," Maryse murmured, reaching for her purse where it was resting on Adam's car. She grabbed it and turned, her blonde hair smacking Adam in the face. As she by-passed Randy, she sneered at him and shoved her hand in his face, fingers slowly extending outwards to make it seem as if she were shoving his face away.
She left quickly, all of them giving her a bewildered look.
Randy scowled, turning to Adam, "What's with your girl? She's been acting like a total bitch lately."
Adam immediately straightened, giving Randy a hard look, "What'd you just call my girl?"
"You heard me, Edge," Randy hissed, emphasizing Adam's nickname on the field, stepping closer to Adam as he did it.
Matt quickly wrapped a fist around Adam's shirt, pulling him back. John did the same with Randy, both of them sharing a frown.
"C'mon guys," John began, "We weren't even talking about Maryse before all this-"
"You're right," Randy smirked, turning to Matt, "We were talking about your nasty kid brother. Where's he at? I'd like to ask him some questions."
Randy was really beginning to get on his nerves, but before he could even reply, the bell screeched loudly, signaling the end of their lunch.
Matt sighed, reaching down to grab his backpack. He made his way to his class, Cena and Adam following closely behind while Randy went to his own class.
"I'm getting tired of his bullshit," Adam mumbled, "I get that he's not gay and probably never will be, but he's got to stop saying shit like that. And he's definitely gotta watch that mouth. If I hear him call my girl a bitch again, I'm going to fuck him up."
"He is getting pretty weird," John said, "I mean, even if he does like dick, Jeff is still your brother…and even though you two don't get along doesn't mean you'd ever hurt him."
Matt didn't reply, holding back a sigh.
He'd already hurt Jeff.
So many times.
-After school-
"Are you still upset with me?" Matt asked softly, following behind his girlfriend.
She wore her cheerleading uniform. She wasn't participating for now, being pregnant and all, but she still liked wearing the uniform. The short skirt hugged her asscheeks, the tight top emphasizing her breasts.
Her long blonde hair was flat and straight, highlighted with some glitter. Her face was packed with its usual make-up, making her look like a damn mannequin. Looking closely, you would be able to see that she had bad chin acne and her eyes were a bit too crinkly at the corners…
Matt blinked.
Why did he find her so attractive at first…?
"Yes, I am," she pouted, arms crossing. "I want to be in your arms. I don't want to see little Jeff in them!"
Matt opened his mouth to argue but he was stopped by a familiar voice.
"You needn't worry about that, Ms. Wilson." The thick voice purred.
Matt turned, gritting his teeth as his eyes met the Fin's.
"Jeff will be fine in my arms," Christus kept his own brown orbs on Matt before they shifted, zeroing in on the cut on the older Hardy's eyebrow and lip. "Well…looks like someone beat me to the punch…"
Matt squared his shoulder, "Torrie," he tossed her his backpack and his keys, "Start the car up."
Nodding quickly, Torrie gave them one last look before scurrying off.
"Who stained your lip, Matthew?" Christus asked, smiling politely. "I'd like to send them a gift."
Matt smiled ruefully, "Might as well give it to me so I could take it home to him."
Christus' composure fell for a bit before he chuckled, "Kulta did this to you?" he smirked, "I'd question why, but I'm sure it was because you did something to upset him."
Matt bit his tongue. He knew what the fucking copy said was true…but that didn't make him feel any better.
"Where is he?" Christus asked, "When I drove by your home, he wasn't waiting."
"He wasn't feeling very well," Matt replied simply. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my girlfriend home."
He knew that Christus would show up to the house anyway…
All he had to do was beat him there.
{T*B}
-Home-
Jeff sighed, sitting up. He kept his eyes completely closed, pulling off his tank top and throwing it off his bed. He slowly slid back down onto his bed, head resting on his soft pillow. He breathed softly, still snoozing.
He didn't hear his window being opened, someone stepping inside his room and closing the window silently. Didn't hear shoes being shrugged off, didn't process the sound of a leather jacket falling onto the floor, along with a tight shirt.
He felt the bed dip with a sudden weight, though. And he felt a pair of soft lips press against his neck. He mewled as the lips parted, sucking the skin into the warm mouth. His eyes opened, glancing down.
Curls. Dark brown, way too long to be Matt's…
Christus.
Jeff smiled, sliding one leg over the older man's hip, his foot resting against the other's thigh, "Hi."
"Hei, ihana," Christus drawled, raising his head. He did a double-take, eyes narrowing in anger. He reached out, cupping Jeff's chin.
Jeff smiled a bit, knowing he was staring at the bruise Matt had given him. "It's fine…it'll heal in a few days."
"Was it Matthew?"
"Yes." Jeff could see the fire dancing in the older man's eyes. "But I deserved it. Matt and I…we've reached an understanding," He winced a bit as fingers traced the bruise on his cheek, "…of sorts."
"It isn't right for him to hit you."
"I swung first."
"He deserved it."
"No more than I did."
They stared at each other, noses touching lightly. Christus moved his fingers through Jeff's hair, smiling. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," Jeff answered, eyes narrowing. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I assumed you were ill…Matthew said you weren't feeling well."
Jeff blinked.
Matt didn't tell Christus about what happened last night…
"Huh…oh, right. I had a tummy ache…" No sooner had the words left his mouth that the older man had a palm against his stomach, stroking slow circles over the pale skin. He sighed softly, eyes closing in pleasure.
"Tummy ache, hm?" Christus' voice was husky, lips curling up into a charming grin. "Let's see if I can help…"
"It doesn't hurt any-" Jeff's sentence ended in a high pitched squeak as Christus' mouth pressed against his stomach. He moaned, fingers sliding into the long curls of his boyfriend. He shuddered as his belly-button piercing was sucked on, his leg tightening around Christus.
"Hmm…" Long, thin fingers slid into the top of his baggy pants, sliding over his smooth groin. When Christus pulled his fingers back out, they were stained with a cold, creamy liquid. "Nice dream?"
Jeff blushed, mouth opening, "I um…" he closed his eyes, "You were in it…"
Well, it wasn't a lie…
Christus was in the dream, but then he'd turned out to be…
'Matt…'
The fingers covered in his cum were placed against his mouth. Jeff stared into dark brown eyes, mouth slowly sliding open. He wrapped his lips around the covered digits, swallowing down the thick, cold cum.
"Fuck," Christus whispered, eyes watching Jeff's small tongue slide around his fingers.
Jeff arched, almost creaming himself. Christus' voice was so deep and sensual…the husky baritone with the thick accent was just so nice to hear. It would have easily made any girl cream…and sure enough, he could feel a bit or precum collecting on his hardening cock.
Christus growled softly, grinding against the smaller male. "You're making it very difficult for me to stay in control…"
"What if I don't want you in control?" Jeff breathed back, eyes closing tightly. He wanted Christus. He wanted him badly. But there was still a nagging in the back of his mind…
Matt.
But Matt had a pregnant girlfriend. And Matt would never look his way twice with that pregnant girlfriend, or ever for that matter.
Matt Hardy wasn't gay.
Christus looked liked Matt…but he was not Matt.
And that's how Jeff wanted it.
"You're telling me to take you?" Christus asked gently, his thumb flickering over Jeff's hip.
Jeff smiled, reaching his hand up to cradle Christus' cheek, "I-"
You're mine now, Jeff…not his.
Swallowing thickly, Jeff slowly lowered his hand. "I…I'm sorry. I think we should wait."
"Of course, kulta," Christus kissed Jeff's cheeks before landing a soft peck on the teen's mouth. "I'll wait for as long as you need."
Jeff smiled at him, looking towards the window. "Was the door locked?"
"Yes. I'm sure it'll be opened in a few seconds, though. Matthew wasn't very far behind me."
"In that case, you may want to leave. I really need to talk to Matt about something…" Jeff leaned up on his elbows, kissing the older boy quickly.
Christus stood, pulling on his shirt and leather jacket, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Jeff nodded, making his way to the bathroom. Once he'd showered, a towel wrapped around his hips, he made his way back into his room, where he found Matt waiting. The older Hardy was sitting on his bed…
Matt looked up, and Jeff found himself turning red, seeing the way the brown eyes trailed down his body. "Jeff…"
"Matt…"
Matt sighed, patting the bed, "We really need to talk."
Oh, boy.
{T*B}
Lâche= Coward
Hei, ihana= Hello, lovely.
Sorry for taking so long.
School's been a bitch.
Life's been complicated.
Getting back into the fics now.
Love on.