Disclaimer: I do NOT own the following wrestlers, or any of the events that actually happened on camera, or anything else mentioned that is recognizable.
I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.
Yeah. This idea was put up in the air in the chapter 'The Pizza Problem', and NeroAnne expressed interest in seeing it, so I wrote it. This might be the hardest sex scene I've ever wrote, but eh, it was worth it.
The thirty-fifth one is for my darling NeroAnne, Punk/Jeff. Enjoy!
The Charismatic Enabler
Phil Brooks knocked on the door of his boyfriend's North Carolinian home. After a few seconds, Jeff Hardy opened the door, and he grinned at the sight. "Well if it isn't my adorable little bear!" Phil sighed as Jeff wrapped his arms around him.
"Did you have to do that?" he muttered.
"Yes, cutie pie," Jeff said, patting his cheek, "If you didn't want me to, you shouldn't have grown the beard and the chest hair." Jeff led Phil into the house, smiling. "So, how's things?"
"Pretty good. I caught a ride with your brother and his boyfriend up here."
"You should've invited them up," Jeff said.
"Yeah, well, Matt said he wanted to go straight home. Apparently he was under the impression he'd be forced to pay for things if he came here," Phil said, wrapping his arms around Jeff's waist.
"He knows me too well," Jeff chuckled, kissing Phil on the cheek, before patting his whiskers patronizingly.
Phil stared at Jeff for a while before saying, "I hope you don't mind me asking but... what the hell do you spend your money on?"
"Huh?"
"Well, see, when we go out, I usually pay. And you're always talking about how you got something as a gift, or you stole Matt's wallet, or you convinced him to buy something. So... what do you spend your money on?"
Jeff giggled. "Want to see?"
Phil nodded. "That's why I asked." Jeff began walking towards the backyard, and Phil followed him out. "I finally got it from Mattie's house," Jeff said, smiling, "I swear, now that I have time on my hands, I've been able to put this house together. Now... tada!" Jeff opened the door and walked outside. Phil had to pause at the doorway, staring at the giant monstrosity. "Um... what is that?"
"This," Jeff said, sitting on the blown up step, "Is a moonbounce."
"A moonbounce."
"Yes."
"Now Jeff," Phil said, walking towards it, looking at the gauzy colors with distaste. "You are a grown man. You make a pretty good capital and you are one of the most easily recognizable men of our profession. Why do you need a moonbounce?"
"That's your problem, Philly. You stress yourself out thinking about what do you need and you end up growing a castaway beard." Jeff kicked off his sneakers before crawling into the moonbounce, bouncing gently. Phil could see him a little through the doorway, but that was it. "I don't need a moonbounce for anything other than a good time. Come on, Philly, try it."
"How about I retain my dignity and refuse?" Phil asked.
"And how about you get that stick out of your ass and get in here?" Jeff dropped butt first onto the squishy floor and bounced back up. "Please?"
"And why would I do something like that?"
"Well... have I ever told you the real reason why I bought a moonbounce?" Jeff asked, green eyes twinkling with amusement. He laid down on the cushions and stared into Phil's eyes, grinning. It wasn't that dark in there, but with the rubber curtains covering it, it was pretty dark.
"Fun?"
"Well, yeah, but I mean specifically, what kind of fun," Jeff whispered. "Have you ever thought about you and me having fun in one of these things?" Jeff turned on his belly before rubbing the seams of his jeans slowly, making sure Phil could see him through the flap. "Imagine pushing me down, but the moonbounce pushing me back up, pushing us together over and over again? Could you picture it? It'd be like having sex on waves or something like that... it would be spectacular, don't you think?" Jeff turned back on his belly, winking before he wiggled his ass suggestively.
Phil licked his lips, carefully weighing his options as he looked from Jeff to the moon bounce. On the one hand, he thought the moonbounce was silly, and if he gave in, he knew he'd never get away from it. On the other hand... his boyfriend was lying in there, acting seductive, and as always, was looking stunningly gorgeous. Much as he valued his dignity, great sex was hardly something he was prepared to turn down.
Phil looked around, hoping no one was around, before he shimmied out of his pants. Jeff clapped his hands giddily as Phil's shirt went next. "Come on!" he shouted, "Jeff, if we're going to do this, you kind of need to be... less decent."
"True." Jeff's clothes went, and he was naked as Phil crawled in. He quickly pushed the curtains together, making sure they were closed before turning around. "You know, no one passes by here. Even if we didn't have rubber curtains, we'd have enough privacy," Jeff snickered.
"Well..." Phil moved over on his knees, knees bouncing a little as he made his way to Jeff. He squeezed Jeff's firm butt cheeks before pushing him closer, making him giggle. "This ass is mine."
"I love a man in charge," Jeff said, before kissing Punk. Their tongues fiddled a little before Phil took control, making Jeff mewl in his mouth.
Jeff regained control as soon as he pulled away, his mouth going to Phil's neck. He ran his tongue over the pulse before biting it softly, savoring the taste of his salty flesh. Phil groaned, bouncing a little, each movement making the moonbounce push him deeper into Jeff's mouth.
Jeff moved lower, and Phil grinned, seeing where he was going. The grin was gone and a gasp escaped his mouth when he felt Jeff's tongue run gently over his sack, sucking them in. Jeff bathed the tight flesh for a little before moving to Phil's hardening member. He placed his lips against the tip, kissing it, before taking it into his mouth. His mouth moved down slowly, taking as much of it in as he could.
Phil groaned, fighting natural impulses, and holding Jeff's head for support. Jeff worked his cock with his mouth and hand, sliding the other one down to massage Phil's balls. After a few minutes, Phil pulled Jeff's head back and looked down at him, gasping for breath. "My turn," Phil said, voice coming out in pants. "Ass- air."
Jeff grinned, doing as he was told, the moonbounce pushing him up and down. He knew this would be a good idea. Phil crawled behind him and rubbed the small of his back as he slid a finger into his ass. Jeff jumped a little, which only pushed Phil's finger deeper, allowing him to move his finger around inside him. Another finger followed, and Phil thrust his fingers in further, searching for that one little spot. Jeff's jump, which moved Phil closer to him, almost making him fall on top of him, told him he found it. Phil wondered if he could do this without falling on Jeff, but he figured Jeff knew how to work a moonbounce, so it was okay.
Slowly, Phil added another finger, thrusting them in and out, picking up speed as he felt Jeff relax around him. Jeff's member was twitching mercilessly as Phil stretched him out, preparing him. Then, once Phil was sure he was loose enough, he kissed Jeff's neck and put his hands on Jeff's sides.
"Come on," Jeff whispered, shaking his ass, trying to get Phil to hurry. Cautiously, hoping he wouldn't fall on Jeff, Phil slowly slid his cock into Jeff's tight ass, the motion of the moonbounce helping him along. He paused for a moment to allow Jeff time to adjust and to allow himself to find his footing, enjoying the feel of the muscles contracting around him.
"Oh yeah," Jeff groaned, turning his head a little to look at Phil. "Fuck me Philly." Phil smiled at him, pulling out till only the head of his cock remained inside.
"As you wish," Phil said, and then he slammed back in. Jeff nearly buckled when the tip of Phil's cock hit his sweet spot on the first thrust, but their gushy environment pushed him back, slamming Phil into his prostate again. "Yes!" he cried out. "Yes, yes, god…"
Phil just kept slamming his cock into him faster and harder, turned on by Jeff's outcries. The cushioning made it all better- Phil felt everything with double the force. Jeff moaned, mostly allowing Phil and the moonbounce to move him on their own, Phil's hands and the cushions somewhat keeping him in place.
Phil pulled out, slamming back in hard, then eased out again, slowly gliding his throbbing cock into Jeff's ass. Now that he found his rhythm, he wasn't self conscious at all. He just felt Jeff begging for more wordlessly, pushing himself onto Phil and letting out needy moans.
Phil felt himself tightening, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He looked at Jeff's beautiful hair, adventurously kissing him on the neck before whispering, "Let go." With a strangled cry, Jeff threw his head back and screamed aloud as he began to release, Phil following right after him. Jeff couldn't hold himself up anymore and fell onto the moonbounce's floor, taking Phil with him. Phil collapsed on Jeff, sweating and panting, trying to regain some strength. The tryst in the moonbounce took it out of him more than normal sex would have. Eventually, he gained enough energy to pull out of Jeff. Jeff turned around and kissed him, their bodies, slick from the previous exercise, rubbing against each other.
"Tell me... can I make plans or can I make plans?" Jeff asked, smiling.
Phil tried to answer, but all he could muster was, "Wow."
Jeff chuckled, moving some of the dark hair from Phil's face. "Wow's right, babycakes. I thought I was going to fall."
"I thought I was going to fall. That was great, but... damn, it'll be a while before I try that again." Jeff rolled them over, their bodies moving a little more with the bounce. Jeff kissed him again before rolling off of him.
"You know, I think I am the Charismatic Enabler. I enable you to have fun." Jeff grabbed his clothes from the front before pulling out. "Let me get something for my moonbounce." As he walked away, Punk said, "Jeff... wait!"
"What?" He shouted out, not turning back.
"Can I get my jeans or something?" he said, not willing to go outside naked. His sense of dignity returned, and he wasn't willing to debase himself twice,
"You left them out here. Come get them."
"Come on! Please, my little Jefferoni? Please?"
"Sorry Punkikins. I love you!" Punk heard the door slamming, and he knew Jeff probably wasn't planning on ever passing him his clothes. He put his hand on his forehead, and he sighed, "He will be the death of me."
Next, we have Matt/Morrison for Terrahfry. Then, we have Taker/Matt/Kane by popular demand.
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