Title: The Enigma's Playlist
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: I no own anyone mentioned in this story. If I did, I wouldn't need to write. But if she ever comes into the story, I own Alexis Michaels.
I wanted something I could update once a week when I'm bored in class, so this is it. If you want to request a pairing, setting, plot, a song, anything, feel free to send in suggestions via reviews. I'll use everything. But it WILL feature Jeff as bottom because I can't really imagine him as a top. Some will be short, others long. Depends on what I feel like and how well I'm thinking.
Summary: Jeff has a lot of songs on his ipod, and each song has a memory. Most good, some bad, but all mindblowing. And mindblowing they are. Oneshots based off songs lyrics.
I made up Kassadi Hennigan, for the record. She's an OC.
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You belong with me…
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"You've been staring at him all night. Go over and talk to him before I leave you behind."
Mike glared at his best friend from their place at the bar at the club they were in, pulling his fedora down over his eyes. John just laughed, patting his friend on the back. "I didn't mean it like that," he said. "But someone's gonna notice you're just staring at him and then you're gonna get killed."
"I'm not staring at him," Mike argued, crossing his arms.
"If you had a laser light coming out of your eyes right now, it would be trained on his ass."
"Really? Where did you get that one?"
"Kass. She heard it from Alexis."
"Remind me to tell Kass never to tell you anything like that again."
John just laughed. Mike shook his head with a small grin and looked back over to where he had been looking for the past 3 hours.
RAW had finished up a few hours ago and a lot of the guys headed over to one of the local clubs for drinks. Mike had taken up his spot at the bar with John, wanting to drink away his loss that night and had gotten caught up in the one guy he'd been hoping wouldn't show up.
Jay was sitting in a small booth across from Adam and Matt, the youngest Hardy under his arm and curled up next to him. Jeff wasn't wearing anything too extreme for once, choosing to stay in sneakers, a pair of almost too-tight jeans, and a black tanktop, his hair dyed teal and kept up in a bun with a blue bandana around his forehead. He pulled on Jay's arm and whispered something in his ear, but Christian just shook his head and went back to whatever he was telling Matt and Adam. The youngest blonde pouted a bit, but when he saw he wasn't going to get what he wanted, he leaned back in his seat and played with the straw in his glass.
Mike frowned from his stool as he watched Jeff finally move out from under Jay's arm and head toward the bathroom. "If you don't ask him out soon, someone's going to accuse you of being either a stalker or a pervert," John warned him.
"He's with Jay," Mike muttered. He threw back another shot.
"Who just left."
Mike frowned. He looked around and Jay really was gone, Matt and Adam as well. "Jeff doesn't belong with a jerk like him," he muttered.
"Then ask him out before I do it for you," John threatened. He spun the brunette around, Jeff coming out of the bathroom. "There you go. Opportunity knocks."
Mike threw back one more shot before standing up and walking over to Jeff, the blonde looking around in confusion when he didn't see Jay. "Jeff?" he asked.
Jeff smiled when he saw him, still a bit distracted. "Hey, Mikey," he said. "Have you seen Jay?"
"He left."
That got the blonde's attention. He frowned and turned around. "He…left?" he asked.
Mike nodded. "A minute ago," he explained.
Jeff sighed. He went back over to the booth and sat down with his head in his hands. "I don't even know why I put up with him anymore," he muttered with a shake of his head. "He always does this."
Mike took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Jeff, do you wanna dance with me?" he asked, holding out his hand. "Take your mind off Jay."
The blonde gave a small smile, accepting the offering and standing up. "Thanks, Mikey," he said as he was led to the dance floor.
The song playing was normal-paced, but it had a fast bass beat that pounded through the club. Mike was pressed up against Jeff's back, his hands on his hips. Jeff smiled, feeling totally comfortable and safe in Miz's arms. Jay was the farthest thing from his mind as the song got a bit faster. He ground his ass back against Mike's awakening erection, grinning at the groan he got in response.
"Making me so hot it hurts…" Mike sang along with the lyrics in Jeff's ear, nibbling on his ear in between each line. "I wanna fuck you on the dancefloor…Just hit the spot until you beg for more…Make you feel more than ever before…"
Jeff whimpered softly when Mike's grip on his hips got harder, grinding more enthusiastically as he got more aroused. "Mikey," he moaned softly, closing his eyes.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mike said, still following the lyrics. "Make you forget everything you know? Do you want me to please you? Or tease you 'til you can't take anymore?"
Jeff moaned as Mike's denim-covered cock rubbed against his ass again. "Mikey," he begged. "Fuck me. Make me forget."
The brunette grinned. He spun the blonde around and claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss, biting down on his lower lip before he pulled away. Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him into a dark corner of the club, pinning him against the wall before kissing him again. "Just do it," Jeff whined. He thrust his hips up against Mike's to try and get some friction.
Mike grinned. He almost ripped Jeff's jeans as he pulled him down, pulling his down after. "Put your hands on the wall, baby," he whispered, stroking his own cock to prepare himself. Jeff obediently turned around and braced his hands on the wall. He started shaking when the tip of Mike's cock breached the ring and whined when it was taken away. "Tell me you want it. Beg for it."
"Please…" Jeff begged in a whimper. "Fuck me, Mikey. Make me forget Jay."
That was just what Miz had wanted to hear. He thrust cleanly into Jeff, making the blonde cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He started up a fast rhythm, the thought of getting caught making it that much hotter.
"Mike…soo big…fuck me…harder…" Jeff's moans were drowned out by the loud music. He reached under him and started stroking himself, spasming slightly as he climaxed against the wall. Mike groaned when the space around his cock tightened even more (which he didn't think seemed possible), releasing into the willing body of the youngest Hardy.
Jeff was panting when Mike pulled out of him and pulled his pants back up, doing up his own when he was done. The brunette helped him back over to the booth, sitting down with him with his arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"So, forget about Jay yet?" Mike asked.
Jeff smiled. "Who's Jay?"
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Okay, I know. That one sucked. I'm really tired right now and wanted to get this one done as soon as possible. And I have nothing against Jay, it was a random vote amongst my muses and he lost, well won, but that means he lost.
And the lyrics/song Mike was singing was something I made up. I think they were some of the lyrics from a song I wrote with my friends, Matt and Adam when we were just a wee bit drunk. :)
Song: You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift