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.
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She's a bad bad girlfriend…
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Jeff groaned softly as his alarm went off, slapping the snooze button to shut it off. He rolled out of bed and stretched his arms over his head. He kissed Mark's cheek when he passed him on his way to the closet, sticking his headphones in his ears.
"We're going out tonight," he muttered softly along with the song as he pulled out his clothes for the night. "Goin' 'til the world stops turning, we're gonna burn it to the ground tonight."
Mark opened his eyes when he heard the front door of his apartment close. He pushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes as he sat up, looking at the watch on his wrist and grinning.
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Jeff looked up at the knock on his dressing room door, looking back at the mirror when someone walked in. "What's up, Shannon?"
Shannon Moore leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed and a grin on his face. "You look tired," he noticed. "What's up?"
Jeff shrugged, lining his eyes with black. "I haven't been getting a lot of sleep this week," he muttered.
Shannon grinned. "I have a suggestion," he said. Jeff looked at him in the mirror as he kept applying his makeup. "Just have Mark fuck you 'til you pass out and don't set an alarm. Easy to do and you both will enjoy it, I'm sure." He laughed and ducked when Jeff chucked a shoe at his head.
"Just for that, you get to lace me up," Jeff said, pointing at his shoes.
Shannon groaned. "You've got to be fucking kidding me, man!" he whined. "Couldn't have chosen a shoe that wouldn't take forever to lace?" Jeff just grinned.
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Shannon walked up to the DJ booth near the stage where another dancer, Evan, was finishing up his routine and leaned over the side. "Shane!" he yelled, getting the attention of the brunette working the sound. "Jeff's next!" Shane nodded, grabbing the microphone when Evan left the stage with all the money he'd earned. Shannon looked around the club and grinned when he saw Mark standing near the bar dressed completely in black with his arms crossed over his chest.
"And now," Shane said, using one hand to hold the microphone and the other to work the computer for the music, "we have a special treat for ya'll. You'll wanna get all your money ready for the one, the only, the Charismatic Enigma!" He started up the music, a fast pounding beating through the club.
Jeff walked out to the sound of catcalls and whistles, a seductive grin on his face. His hair, dyed red for the night, was tied up in pigtails with white ribbons, black lining his eyes with red shadow and lipstick, mascara completing his makeup. There was a white top ending above his stomach with short ruffled sleeves cut to show most of his chest and tied at the bottom in front, white fingerless fishnet gloves on his hands. The rest of his torso was left bare, a red and blue plaid miniskirt resting below his hips and covering little of his lower half. He was a bit taller, but that was mainly because of his shoes; thigh high black leather boots so tight they looked painted on with a heel almost 6 inches tall, the black laces Shannon had been forced to tie winding their way up the backs.
The music continued, Jeff swaying his hips as he walked up to the pole on the small stage and wrapped his hand around it. He wrapped a boot-clad leg around the pole and swung around, getting closer to the ground. The beat got a bit faster as he stood up, hands going to the knot in the tails of the shirt at his front. The catcalls got louder when he pulled his shirt off with a grin and tossed it to the side.
"Fucking harlot," Mark muttered as he watched Jeff grind up against the pole, shifting slightly in his position. He watched as Jeff got down on his hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the stage. He got up on his knees and stretched backwards, the men in front of him eagerly sticking money into the space between his skirt and his skin.
Shannon grinned, standing next to Shane as he watched Mark watching Jeff dance. "Mark's gettin' jealous," he said.
Shane just laughed. "Well who wouldn't?" he asked. "When you've got Jeff as a lover, getting jealous is just part of the deal." The two watched as Mark got the attention of one of the waitresses walking by, the tall redhead pointing to them. "And it looks like he wants something out of seeing his beloved dance."
Mark walked up to the booth in silence, looking over at Jeff every so often. "Whatcha need?" Shannon asked with a grin.
"I want a private dance," he said. "With Jeff."
"Yes, sir," Shane said, hiding his grin as the song started to end. He snapped his fingers and whistled, a blonde in a short skirt and a bikini top coming over. "Follow Brandi. We'll have Jeff in there as soon as possible." He looked down at his computer to hide his grin again. "You wanna keep your name from him 'til he gets there?" Mark nodded and followed Brandi through a curtain and down a small hallway. She held open a door for him and he walked in, a couch against the wall and a chair in the middle of the room.
Shannon looked over at the stage; Jeff was picking up the money that had been thrown to him, a light layer of sweat covering his skin. He whistled at the Hardy, motioning for him to come over. "Someone's waiting for you in your room," he said. "Wants a private dance."
"Hold my money?" Jeff asked. Shannon nodded and took the cash, wishing him good luck as he walked away.
"Think he suspects?" Shane asked as he started up more music.
"Dude, its Jeff. Of course not."
Jeff smoothed out his skirt as he stood in front of the door to the room Mark was waiting in; his shirt was long gone, probably helping some guys masturbate right about now. He knocked a couple times, walking in when he heard a muffled "Come in" from inside.
"M-Mark?" he stuttered nervously when he saw the much larger man leaning on the arm of the couch against the wall.
"Close the door, Jeff," Mark said, standing up straight with his arms crossed. Jeff did as he was told, the obvious tent in Mark's jeans not escaping him. The blonde squeaked when he was pressed against the door, staring up at the older. "You're a fucking slut, you know that?"
"I thought that was what you loved about me," Jeff smirked. He moaned lightly when Mark ground their hips together. "Mark…"
"I want my dance now," Calaway growled lowly. He reached under Jeff's skirt and tugged on the thong he was wearing under. "Without this." He walked away from the door and sat down on the chair in the middle of the room. "Let's go, Hardy."
Jeff followed Mark's orders perfectly, moving to straddle his lap in just a skirt with a semi hard-on starting to poke out from under the fabric. He clapped his hands once and a stereo system implanted in the walls started playing.
My girlfriend's a dick magnet
My girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doin' shots
Tip the man he'll ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, actin' tough
Mess with her, she'll fuck you up
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
But she's comin' back to my place tonight
Jeff started rubbing back on Mark's crotch, groaning lightly at the feel. He slowly slid his way down to the floor, running his hands down the older's chest through his shirt and getting a low growl in return. Mark grabbed onto Jeff's hair with one hand and forced him to look up. "Let's go, bitch," he growled. He grinned when the blonde tried to hold a moan back; he knew Jeff liked it rough. Hardy kept looking up at Mark as he unzipped the man's pants, his cock springing free and starting to leak precum. He swiped his tongue over the head a few times before Mark got impatient, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his mouth over his cock, the head hitting the back of his throat.She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind my teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty till the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
Mark growled low in his throat as he fucked Jeff's mouth roughly, hands twisted in the younger's red-dyed hair. "Come on, Jeff," he groaned. He grinned when Jeff moaned around his cock again. "You like that, Jeffy? You like sucking my cock?" Jeff nodded as much as he could.
Red thong, party's on
Love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight. I say
No one really knows just how far she's gonna go
But I'm gonna find out later tonight
Mark tore Jeff away from his cock, forcing the blonde back up on his lap. "I don't want to cum in your mouth tonight, Jeffrey," he whispered in the younger's ear. "It's my dance and I call the shots."
Jeff whimpered softly, rubbing back against the hard cock poking into his backside. "Mark…" he whined.
Mark smirked. "You like that?" he asked. "Feeling my hard cock rub up against you?" Jeff nodded, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "Do you want me to fuck you, you little slut? Feel my cock tearing into your ass and breaking you in half?" Jeff whimpered again, nails digging into Mark's arms as he rubbed back against his cock. "Whose slut are you, Jeffrey?"
"Yours," Jeff breathed. "I'm your slut. Please. Fuck me. Mark me. Break me. Bleed me. Make me your slut."
She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down she's naughty 'till the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
Doesn't take her long to make things right
But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life?
The time of her life
(My girlfriend's a dick magnet…My girlfriend's gotta have it)
Mark fused their mouths together, swallowing Jeff's scream when he thrust up into the blonde without any warning. He started up a rough rhythm almost immediately, Jeff crying out in pleasure when he stabbed at his prostate, nails leaving marks in the older's arms. "Let everyone know," Mark growled, hands probably leaving bruises on the boy's hips, "that you're my slut and they can't touch you."
She's a gold digger now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger
Future's finished, there it went, savings gone
The money spent
I look around and all I see is, no good, bad and ugly
Man she's hot and fixed to be, the future
Ex-Miss Connolly!
Jeff bounced furiously up and down on Mark's cock, moaning loudly as he managed to hit the spot every time. "Mark!" he yelled, coming all over Mark's shirt and his own stomach.
Mark grunted when Jeff's ass tightened around his cock. He fused their mouths together again as he released deep into the blonde, Jeff's body falling against his when he was finished.
She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down she's naughty 'till the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
"You are quitting tomorrow," Mark said as they tried to get their breath back.
Jeff grinned against the older's shoulder. "And never get to do a private dance like this again?" he teased. "No way in hell." Mark laughed.
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
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This was supposed to be out, like…3 days ago, but my mom took the Internet cord away. Sorry 'bout that.
Song: Bad Girlfriend – Theory of a Deadman