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Note: This story is rated R (it contains sexual content and homosexual relations.) Hope everyone enjoys the story ;D ~ Jay Carrabba
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Backstage at Nassau Collesium in Vince McMahon's office, Gregory [Shane/Hurricane] Helms was waiting patiently on the leather couch. Looking at the end table to his left, he sees the latest issue of Raw magazine and picks it up. "Damn, he's looking good," he said to himself, staring at the cover of the magazine containing Jeff Hardy. "I wonder why the boss called me in here," he thought to himself while flipping thr the magazine.
The door opens and Greg looks up as Vince walks through the door and towards his desk. Greg started to get up. "No, no. Sit down Greg, please" Vince said, sitting down in his black leather office chair behind his desk. "Before you ask me any questions, I want you to know I'm very impressed in your improvements over these few months," Vince said anticipatingly. "Why, thank you sir," Greg replied, smiling. "With that said, I wanted to tell you your match tonight, and to tell you to keep up the good work." Vince shuffled through the papers on his desk, finding the line-up sheet. Leaning over the desk, he handed the paper to Greg.
Greg eyed the lineup for later that day. Finally, at the very bottom of the page, he sees his name. "Me and Jeff versus Tommy and Rob?" Greg asked eagerly. "Wow, the main event. Thank you Mr.Mcmahon!" he cheerfully replied, extending his hand to Vince. Shaking hands and taking the paper from Greg, Vince escorts Greg out of his office. Closing the door behind him, Greg leans onto the door with his back. "I can't wait to see Jeff and tell him the news," he thinks in his head, sighing. "I hope Jeff wears that see-through white mesh top and those black jeans that really show off his ass."
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Jeff fiddles around with the radio knobs inside Matt's car. "New York's number one rock station.. 92.3.. K-ROCK." Linkin Park's "One Step Closer" blastso n the car speakers as the boys cruise down Meadowbrook Parkway towards Nassau Collesium.
"So, Jeffro, I've been meaning to ask you.."
"Ask me what, bro?"
"How are things with the single life treating ya?"
"Ahh.. you know how it is Matt. I just gotta move on. I'm over her."
"Wel man, I hope you find a new chick soon, cause man it's killing me to see the pain in your eyes when something reminds you of her."
Jeff knew it was a lie. He walked in to his girlfriend's apartment to see Shannon in her bed. Jeff wanted to punch the living daylights out of Shannon so badly, but he didn't. Jeff just turned around, and walked straight out of the apartment. Not a word spoken, not a tear shed. In a sense, he was kind of happy, because he really liked the dating scene. However, he felt sort of misplaced and kind of lonely. Jeff liked that feeling of attachment and love when he was in a relationship with someone. Jeff felt as if he had lost a small part of him. Now was one of those times where he wished the dream he had last night came true. He could have any girl or even guy in that matter. Occasionally in the past, Jeff had some encounters with some guys, which he just couldn't put aside.
The boys got to the arena with no problem. "Here, I'll go bring your bags in. Just go find out what match you have tonight," Matt said to Jeff, popping the trunk to his car and pulling out Jeff's belongings. Jeff walked inside, wandering through the halls looking for Vince. As he turned the corner towards Vince's office, he stopped. Down the hall by Vince's door, stood Greg and Tommy talking. Jeff grilled Greg up and down. "Man, I never really noticed how good Shaney looks in those denim baggy jeans and a pale blue button down shirt," Jeff thought to himself, licking his lips.
Greg and Jeff make eye contact, and Greg, smiling, motioned Jeff to come over. "Just the guy I was looking for," Greg casually exclaimed. "You and me are teaming up tonight versus Tommy here and Rob." "Really?" Jeff cheerfully replied, high-fiving Tommy. "Yeah, how about we all settle down for a bit and then grab a little food and discuss some strategy?" Tommy suggested. "No problem," Jeff and Greg replied consecutively, laughing. WIth Matt on the Smackdown roster, Greg and Tommy became two closer friends to Jeff.
"Hey, guys? What's going on?" Matt asked as he walked up behind Greg and Tommy, putting an arm around both guys. "Matty, what are you doing here?" Greg said, smiling that grin which always seemed to cheer up Jeff. "Well, figuring I have some vacation time, I thought I'd bug my bro a few days and tour around with him. I mean, besides, who can resist New York City?" he laughed. "What's your match tonight Jeffro?" he eagerly asked. "Me and Jeff are versing Rob and Tommy, main event," Greg answered. "Ahh, Main event?" Jeffro asked. "Wonder what McMahon has got planned for us guys."
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Limping back to the locker room with his left arm around Greg's shoulder, Jeff slowly walks to his locker room holding his stomach. "Man, you alright little bro?" Matt asks concerned as Greg helps Jeff sit down in a chair. "Sore as hell," Jeff replied. You could really tell he was in pain by the tone in his voice. "I must've landed my finisher wrong." Tommy comes walking into the locker. "Good match you guys, Tommy says and Greg and Jeff nod. "Matt, McMahon was looking to talk to you. Said it was urgent." Matt and Tommy walked out together.
"Want me to get you some ice?" Greg asked concerningly. "Yeah, thanks man," Jeff answered, trying to give Greg a smile. But the pain was so unbearable for Jeff that he just keeled over groaning. Not even a minute passed, and Greg returned with an ice pack. Greg handed Jeff the ice pack, and Jeff tried to take off his mesh top, but groaned in more pain because he could not fully sit up straight. "Let me help you," Greg said, walking towards Jeff. "Lift up your arms." As Jeff slowly lifted his arms, Greg gently pulled Jeff's mesh top off.
Greg bent down behing Jeff and taking the ice pack from Jeff's hand, placed it on his upper left shoulder-blade. "Where does it hurt, here?" Greg asked, gently applying the ice pack. "Nah, lower," Jeff replied, and Greg moved the ice pack towards Jeff's mid-back. "A little lower," Jeff said as he leaned forward a little, holding his stomach again. "What about here?" Greg asked as he slid the ice pack to Jeff's lower back with his left hand. Greg, thinking in his head, wanted nothing more than to stop Jeff's pain, but all he could do right now was think about kissing Jeff. Greg slowly slid his right hand on Jeff's right side of his stomach, towards Jeff's leg. "Perfect," Jeff said, letting out a low moan.
"Man, I want to put my hand lower and rub my hand down his inner thigh," Greg thought to himself, staring at the back of Jeff. "Damn, this is just killing me," Jeff thought to himself, slowly moving his left hand across his stomach towards Greg's, until their two hands finally met. Jeff slowly moved his fingers in between Greg's, sort of rubbing them. Greg watched intently, getting more aroused.
"I just can't take it anymore!" Greg said outloud, putting the ice pack to the floor. He stood up and walked to the locker room door, looking out into the hallway. "Is it something I did?" Jeff asked scared, thinking he might have freaked out Greg, although he knew Greg wasn't straight. "Yeah," Greg replied, closing the door to the locker room and locking it. Greg turned around, staring deeply into Jeff's eyes as he walked towards him. He bent down in front of Jeff, putting his hand on Jeff's upper left thigh and with his right hand, pushed away Jeff's soft blue hair behind his ears.
At that exact moment, Jeff just wanted to pounce on Greg. He stared deeply into Greg's eyes, but he didn't know what Greg was thinking. Jeff had heard a conversation Matt had with Greg a while back and Greg was talking about his love life. From what Jeff gathered before walking into the room, he just knew Greg had been with a guy in the past.
"You know, we've gotten closer as time has gone by," Greg calmly explained to Jeff, slowly putting his right hand behind Jeff's neck. "I've really gotten to know you better, and I've just gotten to like you.. alot." Jeff continued to stare into Greg's eyes. Greg turned his head laughing, and his cheeks turned a rosey color red. Jeff nearly melted in his chair as Greg smiled. Greg continued. "I guess what i'm trying to say.." "Just shut up Greg and kiss me," Jeff blurted out, putting his hands behind Greg's neck. Turning Greg's head so they made eye contact, Greg and Jeff just sat there, so silent that you would be able to hear the smallest pin drop.
About a minute passed and just as Jeff pulled Greg closer to kiss him, the doorknob to the locker room started to rattle. "Jeff, you in here?" Matt said, knocking on the door. Greg let out a sigh, and getting up, unlocked the locker room door. Jeff just sat there, staring at the floor with a sort of hurt and disappointed look on his face. "How's the back, Jeffro?" Matt asked. Jeff didn't answer. Greg made eye contact with Matt and walked out of the room. "O.K. bro, what did you do?" Matt asked concerned. "I went to kiss him, but of coruse I always have bad timing because you just came in," Jeff answered in a low tone, staring at the floor. "Oh, sorry bro. But wait, you.. and Greg??" Matt was a little shocked. "I dont know what to say.." Jeff finally made eye contact with Matt. Matt could see Jeff really had feelings for Greg, but all this time he never said anything about them. "Don't say anything Matt. All I want is for you to be there for me," Jeff replied hesitantly.
"Bro, you know I care about you. You mean the world to me. Of course I'll be there for you. Whether or not I agree with you, I'm always here." Matt smiled, hugging Jeff. "Greg's one of my closest friends. He's a great guy." Jeff slowly managed to smile. "However, I'm gonna have to talk to him," Matt responded with a concerned look on his face. "If he hurts you, I will have to break his neck." Jeff chuckled. "I'm sure that won't be a problem," Jeff answered. "I hope so," Matt said, putting his arm around Jeff as they left the locker room.
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Chapter 3 is on the way. Hope everyone enjoys the story so far.
~ Jay Carrabba
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Note: This story is rated R (it contains sexual content and homosexual relations.) Hope everyone enjoys the story ;D ~ Jay Carrabba
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Backstage at Nassau Collesium in Vince McMahon's office, Gregory [Shane/Hurricane] Helms was waiting patiently on the leather couch. Looking at the end table to his left, he sees the latest issue of Raw magazine and picks it up. "Damn, he's looking good," he said to himself, staring at the cover of the magazine containing Jeff Hardy. "I wonder why the boss called me in here," he thought to himself while flipping thr the magazine.
The door opens and Greg looks up as Vince walks through the door and towards his desk. Greg started to get up. "No, no. Sit down Greg, please" Vince said, sitting down in his black leather office chair behind his desk. "Before you ask me any questions, I want you to know I'm very impressed in your improvements over these few months," Vince said anticipatingly. "Why, thank you sir," Greg replied, smiling. "With that said, I wanted to tell you your match tonight, and to tell you to keep up the good work." Vince shuffled through the papers on his desk, finding the line-up sheet. Leaning over the desk, he handed the paper to Greg.
Greg eyed the lineup for later that day. Finally, at the very bottom of the page, he sees his name. "Me and Jeff versus Tommy and Rob?" Greg asked eagerly. "Wow, the main event. Thank you Mr.Mcmahon!" he cheerfully replied, extending his hand to Vince. Shaking hands and taking the paper from Greg, Vince escorts Greg out of his office. Closing the door behind him, Greg leans onto the door with his back. "I can't wait to see Jeff and tell him the news," he thinks in his head, sighing. "I hope Jeff wears that see-through white mesh top and those black jeans that really show off his ass."
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Jeff fiddles around with the radio knobs inside Matt's car. "New York's number one rock station.. 92.3.. K-ROCK." Linkin Park's "One Step Closer" blastso n the car speakers as the boys cruise down Meadowbrook Parkway towards Nassau Collesium.
"So, Jeffro, I've been meaning to ask you.."
"Ask me what, bro?"
"How are things with the single life treating ya?"
"Ahh.. you know how it is Matt. I just gotta move on. I'm over her."
"Wel man, I hope you find a new chick soon, cause man it's killing me to see the pain in your eyes when something reminds you of her."
Jeff knew it was a lie. He walked in to his girlfriend's apartment to see Shannon in her bed. Jeff wanted to punch the living daylights out of Shannon so badly, but he didn't. Jeff just turned around, and walked straight out of the apartment. Not a word spoken, not a tear shed. In a sense, he was kind of happy, because he really liked the dating scene. However, he felt sort of misplaced and kind of lonely. Jeff liked that feeling of attachment and love when he was in a relationship with someone. Jeff felt as if he had lost a small part of him. Now was one of those times where he wished the dream he had last night came true. He could have any girl or even guy in that matter. Occasionally in the past, Jeff had some encounters with some guys, which he just couldn't put aside.
The boys got to the arena with no problem. "Here, I'll go bring your bags in. Just go find out what match you have tonight," Matt said to Jeff, popping the trunk to his car and pulling out Jeff's belongings. Jeff walked inside, wandering through the halls looking for Vince. As he turned the corner towards Vince's office, he stopped. Down the hall by Vince's door, stood Greg and Tommy talking. Jeff grilled Greg up and down. "Man, I never really noticed how good Shaney looks in those denim baggy jeans and a pale blue button down shirt," Jeff thought to himself, licking his lips.
Greg and Jeff make eye contact, and Greg, smiling, motioned Jeff to come over. "Just the guy I was looking for," Greg casually exclaimed. "You and me are teaming up tonight versus Tommy here and Rob." "Really?" Jeff cheerfully replied, high-fiving Tommy. "Yeah, how about we all settle down for a bit and then grab a little food and discuss some strategy?" Tommy suggested. "No problem," Jeff and Greg replied consecutively, laughing. WIth Matt on the Smackdown roster, Greg and Tommy became two closer friends to Jeff.
"Hey, guys? What's going on?" Matt asked as he walked up behind Greg and Tommy, putting an arm around both guys. "Matty, what are you doing here?" Greg said, smiling that grin which always seemed to cheer up Jeff. "Well, figuring I have some vacation time, I thought I'd bug my bro a few days and tour around with him. I mean, besides, who can resist New York City?" he laughed. "What's your match tonight Jeffro?" he eagerly asked. "Me and Jeff are versing Rob and Tommy, main event," Greg answered. "Ahh, Main event?" Jeffro asked. "Wonder what McMahon has got planned for us guys."
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Limping back to the locker room with his left arm around Greg's shoulder, Jeff slowly walks to his locker room holding his stomach. "Man, you alright little bro?" Matt asks concerned as Greg helps Jeff sit down in a chair. "Sore as hell," Jeff replied. You could really tell he was in pain by the tone in his voice. "I must've landed my finisher wrong." Tommy comes walking into the locker. "Good match you guys, Tommy says and Greg and Jeff nod. "Matt, McMahon was looking to talk to you. Said it was urgent." Matt and Tommy walked out together.
"Want me to get you some ice?" Greg asked concerningly. "Yeah, thanks man," Jeff answered, trying to give Greg a smile. But the pain was so unbearable for Jeff that he just keeled over groaning. Not even a minute passed, and Greg returned with an ice pack. Greg handed Jeff the ice pack, and Jeff tried to take off his mesh top, but groaned in more pain because he could not fully sit up straight. "Let me help you," Greg said, walking towards Jeff. "Lift up your arms." As Jeff slowly lifted his arms, Greg gently pulled Jeff's mesh top off.
Greg bent down behing Jeff and taking the ice pack from Jeff's hand, placed it on his upper left shoulder-blade. "Where does it hurt, here?" Greg asked, gently applying the ice pack. "Nah, lower," Jeff replied, and Greg moved the ice pack towards Jeff's mid-back. "A little lower," Jeff said as he leaned forward a little, holding his stomach again. "What about here?" Greg asked as he slid the ice pack to Jeff's lower back with his left hand. Greg, thinking in his head, wanted nothing more than to stop Jeff's pain, but all he could do right now was think about kissing Jeff. Greg slowly slid his right hand on Jeff's right side of his stomach, towards Jeff's leg. "Perfect," Jeff said, letting out a low moan.
"Man, I want to put my hand lower and rub my hand down his inner thigh," Greg thought to himself, staring at the back of Jeff. "Damn, this is just killing me," Jeff thought to himself, slowly moving his left hand across his stomach towards Greg's, until their two hands finally met. Jeff slowly moved his fingers in between Greg's, sort of rubbing them. Greg watched intently, getting more aroused.
"I just can't take it anymore!" Greg said outloud, putting the ice pack to the floor. He stood up and walked to the locker room door, looking out into the hallway. "Is it something I did?" Jeff asked scared, thinking he might have freaked out Greg, although he knew Greg wasn't straight. "Yeah," Greg replied, closing the door to the locker room and locking it. Greg turned around, staring deeply into Jeff's eyes as he walked towards him. He bent down in front of Jeff, putting his hand on Jeff's upper left thigh and with his right hand, pushed away Jeff's soft blue hair behind his ears.
At that exact moment, Jeff just wanted to pounce on Greg. He stared deeply into Greg's eyes, but he didn't know what Greg was thinking. Jeff had heard a conversation Matt had with Greg a while back and Greg was talking about his love life. From what Jeff gathered before walking into the room, he just knew Greg had been with a guy in the past.
"You know, we've gotten closer as time has gone by," Greg calmly explained to Jeff, slowly putting his right hand behind Jeff's neck. "I've really gotten to know you better, and I've just gotten to like you.. alot." Jeff continued to stare into Greg's eyes. Greg turned his head laughing, and his cheeks turned a rosey color red. Jeff nearly melted in his chair as Greg smiled. Greg continued. "I guess what i'm trying to say.." "Just shut up Greg and kiss me," Jeff blurted out, putting his hands behind Greg's neck. Turning Greg's head so they made eye contact, Greg and Jeff just sat there, so silent that you would be able to hear the smallest pin drop.
About a minute passed and just as Jeff pulled Greg closer to kiss him, the doorknob to the locker room started to rattle. "Jeff, you in here?" Matt said, knocking on the door. Greg let out a sigh, and getting up, unlocked the locker room door. Jeff just sat there, staring at the floor with a sort of hurt and disappointed look on his face. "How's the back, Jeffro?" Matt asked. Jeff didn't answer. Greg made eye contact with Matt and walked out of the room. "O.K. bro, what did you do?" Matt asked concerned. "I went to kiss him, but of coruse I always have bad timing because you just came in," Jeff answered in a low tone, staring at the floor. "Oh, sorry bro. But wait, you.. and Greg??" Matt was a little shocked. "I dont know what to say.." Jeff finally made eye contact with Matt. Matt could see Jeff really had feelings for Greg, but all this time he never said anything about them. "Don't say anything Matt. All I want is for you to be there for me," Jeff replied hesitantly.
"Bro, you know I care about you. You mean the world to me. Of course I'll be there for you. Whether or not I agree with you, I'm always here." Matt smiled, hugging Jeff. "Greg's one of my closest friends. He's a great guy." Jeff slowly managed to smile. "However, I'm gonna have to talk to him," Matt responded with a concerned look on his face. "If he hurts you, I will have to break his neck." Jeff chuckled. "I'm sure that won't be a problem," Jeff answered. "I hope so," Matt said, putting his arm around Jeff as they left the locker room.
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Chapter 3 is on the way. Hope everyone enjoys the story so far.
~ Jay Carrabba
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