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
-Sunday Afternoon; Hotel Pool-
"Do you want to win?"
Jeff nervously punched at Evan's sides, watching the smaller man duck easily. "I don't know," he answered honestly, glancing back at his brother before continuing his sparring with Evan. "A part of me wants to…because of all the shit he's put me through. The other part of me…" he trailed off, grunting when Evan landed a neat kick on his thigh, "is getting beaten up by your boyfriend."
Evan giggled, gently sitting Jeff down next to Matt. "Well, do you still love Phil?" he dove into the pool, splashing around a bit.
So far, they were the only ones there. Everyone else must have been in the gym.
Jeff sighed, "I'll never stop loving him. Even after everything…it's really bothering me though." He raised his knees, resting his chin on them. "It bothers me how he went from so fucking mean…to so damn sweet only because of that deal. It's almost like…he's afraid to lose tonight."
Matt shook his head, "He is afraid to lose Jeff. If he doesn't win tonight, he loses more than just a title. He loses you…forever."
Jeff swallowed thickly. "Don't you understand, Matt? He's always gonna be there…if I do win that title then he's gonna get a re-match soon afterwards…we're never gonna be apart."
"He's always going to be close to you," Evan agreed, holding himself up by the pool's rail, "but that's only because you both have the same job. It doesn't mean that you'll be together."
"But how do you even know if he's true, Jeff?" Matt gave his brother a serious look, "How do you know that he isn't just going to cheat tonight and make you his forever?"
Jeff smiled softly, "You don't see the way he looks at me," he whispered, "You haven't heard him try so hard to tell me he loves me. I know that he isn't going to go back on his word. Not this time."
Evan smiled softly, "And it's tearing you apart because you want to be with him."
"Exactly."
All three men glanced up, hearing someone else enter the pool. They all watched as the ravenette walked in, his head lowered. He stopped for a minute and slowly lifted his head, olive eyes widening.
Jeff tilted his head. "Phil…"
Matt and Evan glanced at each other before nodding. "We'll see ya tonight, Jeff," Matt said, helping Evan out of the pool.
"Where are you going?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow. He twitched when he was ignored. "Asses…"
Phil stepped aside, letting Matt and Evan move past him to the door. He kept his eyes locked on Jeff's. "…Hi."
"Hey," Jeff replied, running his hand nervously through his hair. "What are you doing here?"
"Just wanted to find a place to think." Phil murmured. He moved slowly, stepping towards Jeff. "What about you?"
Jeff shrugged, staring at the water. "I was fooling around with Evan and Matt." He tensed, feeling Phil sit behind him. He slowly relaxed though, smiling when he felt Phil's arms slide around him.
"These are the last moments we could be spending together…" Phil whispered, staring at the clear water. "Is there anything you want to do?"
"There are a few things…" Jeff moved his hand behind him, gently running it down to Phil's zipper.
Phil licked his lips, lifting his hips eagerly.
Jeff grinned, "Let's swim." He stood, ignoring the look on Phil's face. He pulled off his pants, his swim trunks underneath.
Phil smirked, "I'm not wearing a suit."
Jeff gave him a heated look. "I'm not either." Slowly, he slipped his thumbs into his swim trunks, pulling them down his hips, stepping out of them.
Phil stood immediately, pulling his shirt off of his head. He could feel Jeff helping with the zipper on his shorts and he quickly pulled them off, tugging his boxers off along the way.
Jeff gave him a sly grin and dove into the water.
"Hey!" Phil dove in also, bursting through the surface and waiting for Jeff to come back up. He gasped when he was slammed into the pool's wall, hands grabbing his hips. A strangled sound left his throat when his cock was sucked into a warm, wet mouth.
"Ah!" Phil hips arched. He wondered how Jeff could even do that while in the water. If he tried it, he would probably drown…but fuck did it feel amazing. He moved his hands underwater, finding Jeff's hair and tugging on it tightly.
He could Jeff's teeth rub against his cock and he nearly howled, trying hard to muffle his sounds. He gripped Jeff's hair, holding him still as he began to thrust his hips, sliding his dick further into that tight, wet heat.
Phil grunted, feeling Jeff being to claw at his hips. "Shit…" he let out a weak moan when Jeff moved his lips to the top of his cock, sliding his barbell over the slit and sucking with a hard pressure. Phil jerked, crying out as he came. "Jeff!" he quivered, his cum shooting out in thick bursts to coat Jeff's throat.
He panted, watching Jeff surface from the water. His eyes darkened, seeing those green eyes shift in lust. He groaned, feeling Jeff's hands push his shoulders back to the wall, keeping him pressed against it. He opened his mouth, accepting the hot kiss by Jeff.
Phil gasped, feeling his own cum sliding into his mouth. He opened his eyes staring up into green eyes. He swallowed down the jizz, moaning softly against Jeff's lips. He licked, sucking all his cum from Jeff's mouth.
"That's kind of dirty," Jeff whispered before he giggled, his lips pecking the ravenette's mouth and cheeks. He stroked Phil's cock, quickly getting it to harden again.
"You trying to be in control?" Phil murmured, grabbing Jeff's ass in a tight grip. He stretched his ass cheeks apart and slid his middle finger into that tight pucker, growling as Jeff mewled in pleasure.
"Nah," Jeff panted, wrapping his legs around Phil's waist. "I love how you fuck me too much." He tossed his head back, crying out as Phil's knuckle brushed against his entrance.
Phil sighed, "So responsive…" he watched, twisting his finger inside of Jeff, trying to see more of the pleasure he was bringing to the man who confused him so much. 'Why can I not get enough of you…? When did I fall for you…? Why…why am I loosing you?'
Vince had approached him earlier on. He had told him, with a somber voice, that Jeff would be winning the title tonight. Meaning that he and Jeff would be over. Vince also told him to pretend to give up on the match. To grab his title after he hit a GTS and walk up the ramp.
Phil decided not to tell Jeff. It was better for him to think that he would be cheating…it would make the pain of them being over a lot easier to deal with.
Jeff whined, his hips arching. "Phil…" he stared deep into the black haired man's olive eyes. "Please…make love to me."
Phil swallowed thickly. "Love?" he whispered softly.
Jeff pressed their foreheads together. "Love." He confirmed gently.
Phil nodded, keeping his eyes on Jeff. He lifted the younger Hardy up a bit, moaning softly as he guided his cock into Jeff's tight little hole. "Always to tight," he moaned, "My tight little baby…"
Jeff whimpered softly. "Do you feel how well we fit together?" he whispered, his eyes stinging with tears. "Can you feel it?"
Phil nodded, "I can." He kissed away Jeff's tears. "I love it." 'And I love you…'
Jeff moved his hips, pushing down as Phil thrusted up. They moved slowly, staring into each others eyes. They panted, moaned, groaned, mewled and everything in between…making love for the first time.
"You feel so good," Jeff whispered. He tightened his hold on Phil, "You feel so perfect."
"No," Phil murmured, "You do." He thrusted gently, beginning to pant as Jeff tightened around him. He could hear the water start to splash around them. He moved his hand down, stroking Jeff gently as he pistoned his prostate. "Jeff…"
Jeff smiled, pressing his lips to Phil's as he came. He tightened himself around Phil, smiling into the kiss as Phil came hard, his body shivering. They parted mouths, kissing deeply.
Slowly, Phil pulled out, pulling Jeff closer into his arms. He relished Jeff's sweet taste. It would be the last time.
Jeff panted once the kiss was broken. "Wow…"
"Wow," Phil agreed. He rubbed his nose against Jeff's in a gentle Eskimo kiss, smiling when Jeff giggled. "I love you."
Jeff's eyes widened. His heart began to beat faster. "Wh-what?"
Phil licked his lips, a slow blush gathering on his cheeks. "I love you, Jeff." He let out a surprised grunt when Jeff hugged him tightly. He smiled, feeling Jeff's tears land on his bare shoulders.
"…The pool isn't for sex."
Both men blushed, looking up to see a hotel employee glaring down at them.
"Sorry," Phil said quickly, reaching for his shorts and Jeff's swim trunks.
The employee sighed but smiled. "It's fine. You're not the first and you won't be the last."
He helped them out and began to clean the pool.
"That was so embarrassing," Jeff whispered, walking into his hotel room.
"He was alright with it," Phil said. He was struggling not to laugh.
Jeff snorted, "Sure. What time is it?"
Phil glanced over at the clock. "Seven thirty."
Jeff hummed, "I'm gonna shower then. We've only got a few minutes to get to the arena."
Phil bit his lower lip, watching Jeff step into the bathroom. He sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. 'It's too fast…I don't want to lose him yet.'
He looked up in surprise when someone burst through the door.
"Jeff! Miz asked me to be his boyfriend!" John stopped, staring at Phil in shock. His brown eyes narrowed, "What the hell are you doing in Jeff's room?!"
Phil smiled weakly. "I'm…we're…love?"
John frowned and crossed his arms. "He told you he loved you? I'm going to kick his skinny little ass! Where is he?"
"No…I…I love him. I said it." Phil murmured.
John stopped, his eyes widening. "You did…?" he bit his bottom lip. "Do you mean it?"
Phil frowned, "Yes."
"Well you'd better! He'd better not come crying to me again, or I swear I'll shove my foot down your throat!" John moved to leave. "Tell Jeff that Miz and I are going steady."
Phil blinked as the brown haired male left. "I knew there was something going on with them…and did he seriously say "going steady?" What is he, a girl?"
"He certainly is quite girly, but trust me," Jeff smiled softly. "He's no girl."
Phil twitched, "Trying to make me jealous, starshine?"
"Never, Cookie Monster." Jeff said playfully. He grabbed his things, stuffing them into his bag. "Come on, we'd better get going, you still have to pack your stuff."
"Kay."
-Night of Champions-
"You wanna stay in my locker room?" Phil asked softly.
Jeff blinked, "Can I?"
Phil smirked, "Of course. I own you. And once I win tonight, you'll always be staying in my locker room." He expected Jeff to get annoyed by that. He was surprised to see the smile grace those beautiful lips.
"I'd like that." Jeff whispered.
Phil gave him a gentle smile, opening the door to his locker room. Together, they sat down, watching matches.
"…Alright. So, lemme ask you something," Phil murmured randomly, watching the monitor, "Who do you want to win?"
Jeff blinked, looking up.
Ah. Cena, Randy and Triple H.
"Would you be jealous if I say John?" Jeff asked, smiling playfully.
"It'll hurt my feelings," Phil said nodding.
"In that case…I want Randy to retain." Jeff smiled, kissing Phil's cheek.
Phil smiled back, putting his arm around Jeff's shoulders and pulling him closer. 'Why couldn't it have always been like this…? Why was I so fucking stubborn?'
They both watched, cheering when Randy retained the title. They only had one match to go before they had theirs.
"I'm gonna put my face paint on," Jeff said softly. He watched Phil's eyes lower. "I'm sorry, baby. I know you hate the stuff because it makes me taste bad, but-"
"You taste wonderful in everyway…I love the face paint." Phil whispered.
Jeff smiled, "And I love you." He went into the bathroom.
Phil sighed, staring up at the monitor.
Dolph Ziggler and Rey Mysterio were getting ready to fight for the Intercontinental Championship.
Phil stood, up, getting his stuff ready. He stripped off his street clothes, tugging on his ring tights and one of his "Straight-Edge" T-shirts.
'Yeah right. I should stop wearing all this Straight-Edge crap.'
He glanced up, seeing Dolph holding his own against Rey.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom and he assumed Jeff was wetting down his hair.
Hearing a bell, Phil looked up.
Rey retains. Maria looking really sad for her boyfriend.
'I know how you feel, Maria…I'm gonna be feeling that way soon.'
"Punk! You've got five minutes!" some random tech guy yelled through the door.
"Alright!" Phil yelled back.
He frowned, waiting for Jeff to come out of the bathroom.
Once Jeff came out, Phil pulled him into a tight embrace. "I love you," he whispered softly before pulling away, running out the door and to the curtains.
Jeff stayed in the room for a couple of moments. He lowered his head. "Here we go…"
He left to room, closing the door.
Everything happened so fast…too fast.
CM Punk comes out first, doing his "X" signatures to the crowd that was semi-booing him. He waited, looking up at the titantron, waiting for Jeff.
The moment Jeff came out, he felt sick. This would be the last time…there would be no more Jeff Hardy and Phil Brooks.
The bell sounded…and the fight began.
Things were even for awhile, they kept hitting back and forth. Then, Phil managed to punk Jeff into a risky move that left Jeff immobile outside the ring.
Jeff was a bit hurt, but he managed to get back into the ring at the ref's count of seven.
For another few moments, Punk in control and everything was going fine…and then Jeff fired back.
With only a few punches and kicks, Jeff was able to hit a Whisper in the Wind, and cover…
One two…kick out by Punk.
Jeff had gotten up, moving up to the top rope. He jumped for a Swanton, but Phil moved out of the way. CM Punk began to capitalize.
After a while, Phil hit a GTS and covered Jeff.
One…two…kick out by Jeff.
'Here we go…' Phil stood, shaking his head and leaving the ring. He walked over to the time-keeper and took his belt, swinging it over his shoulder. He ignored the booing fans…ignored Jeff. 'Come and get me, Jeff…'
'No…what are you doing?' Jeff shook his head, his heart breaking as Phil walked up the ramp. 'Did you lie to me again…? Did you plan all of this...? Why Phil…?
Jeff slid out of the ring, going after Phil. He punched him in the back before grabbing him by the back of the neck, running him back into the ring. The second he got Phil into the ring, he punched at him, trying hard to hold back tears.
He went for a Twist of Fate. It connected.
Slowly, Jeff climbed up the top roped. He looked down, into Phil eyes, before he jumped, landing a neat Swanton Bomb.
"How could you?" Jeff whispered as he covered Phil.
One…
"Answer me!" Jeff whispered brokenly. "Why did you lie to me again?"
Two…
"Phil!" Jeff whimpered.
Three…
"…I love you, Jeff…"
Jeff carried on with the scene, acting ecstatic about having the title. He swung it around, holding it up high to his fans. After celebrating for a while, he looked over at Phil.
He looked so sad…
Jeff watched in shock as Phil held his hand out. For a handshake.
"Just say no! Just say no!" the fans all cried.
Jeff shook his head, turning away. 'Phil…' he turned towards the ravenette, touching hands for a moment, just a moment…before Phil walked out of the ring.
'Goodbye, Phil…goodbye my love…'
Phil walked up the ramp, his heart aching, his eyes watering.
'Goodbye, starshine…I love you.'
That was pretty hard to write…
*CRIES*