Title: Sexual Tension
Ch: 2: Meant to say "No"
Pairings: Jeff Hardy/Phil Brooks (CM Punk), Matt Hardy/Adam Copeland (Edge)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Language, Violence, Bottom!Phil, Top!Jeff, Bottom!Adam, Top!Matt, Smut, Sex, Oral.
Summary: Complete AU Vince is pissed at Jeff and Phil constantly at each other's throats, whenever they're around one another the tension is thick, so a few fights later and Vince is forcing them to live together for a month, isolated from civilization.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
A/N: Just a little something, Slightly OOC for Vince… Sorry. It happens because I say it happens. Takes place in 2008/Very early 2009; before their feud. Title comes from "Irresistible" by Jessica Simpson… I know… Let me be.
Phil Brooks grunted holding his neck and head in pain falling back onto the mat as Jeff Hardy extended his arm yelling "Tag me Punk! Come on!" clapping his hands to get the WWE Universe behind them. "The Viper" Randy Orton was pacing angrily on the opposite side of the ring standing out on the apron, one of his lackey's, Ted DiBiase Jr. was kneeling and yelling out to his partner, and Legacy team mate Cody Rhodes who was currently down in the center of the ring, damn near out of it, next to Jeff's partner, CM Punk who was also down. "Cody! Come on!" The Viper sneered screaming at the youngest member of Legacy to "crawl his ass back to them" and make the tag.
Phil groaned in pain, rolling onto his front and beginning to make that excruciatingly long slow crawl to Jeff, holding his hand out for a tag, yelping in surprise as two pairs of hands dragged him to the center of the ring and began putting the boots to his ribcage. He tried his best to cover himself to avoid any possible head shots, but every time he blocked his head, Orton and DiBiase went for the injured ribs.
Jeff sneered and climbed in the ring much to the chagrin of the referee, close-lining DiBiase and stomping on his back until he rolled to the safety that was outside the ring. Jeff barely avoided an RKO attempt from Orton, shoving him, forcing the Viper to land unceremoniously on his back, his body arching off the mat in pain before he quickly rolled to the outside as Jeff yanked Rhodes to his feet, ignoring the Referee's count; quickly delivering a Twist of Fate to the young Legacy member.
Jeff then grabbed Phil's wrist, dragging him closer to their corner, climbing back onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and extending his hand for a tag. "COME ON Punk!" Jeff yelled as the fans rallied behind the Straight Edge Superstar. Punk wearily crawled the rest of the way, tagging in the revved up and ready to go Charismatic Enigma. The WWE Universe erupted as Jeff jumped into the ring, close-lining Rhodes to the mat, rushing DiBiase with a dropkick as he slid back in the ring in an attempt to help his beaten down tag team partner and stable mate Cody, to no avail. As Jeff took on Ted and Cody inside the ring, Punk was having a hard time keeping Orton out of the ring so Jeff had a fighting chance. Punk and Orton were trading blows on the ramp way as Jeff attempted a second twist of fate to Rhodes but DiBiase clubbed him in the back, taking Jeff to the mat with hard clubbing blows ignoring the ref yelling at Ted to get out of the ring; that he was not the legal man.
"Let's help Randy" Ted ordered as Cody nodded, both men rolling tiredly out of the ring and rushing up the ramp to help take out the Second City Saint who was wailing on The Viper. The WWE Universe booed loudly, letting Legacy know what they thought of them as they pummeled the downed and injured CM Punk on the Raw stage. Jeff groaned rolling onto his side in time to see Orton deliver an RKO to Phil on the metal stage grate, Phil's head bouncing up sickly as it connected with the metal grate. He warily ran up the ramp, trying to fight off Legacy, as they threw him into the guard rails, dragging him back to the ring and tossing him inside; Rhodes making the tag to Orton who stepped into the ring with a cocky smirk firmly in place.
He slowly stalked the younger Hardy brother, dropping to his hands and knees, pounding on the mat as he hunted Jeff, setting up for the RKO. Jeff groaned in pain, using the ropes to help himself stand, slowly turning around right into an RKO. Orton hooked the leg for the victory, as the ref counted the 1 – 2 – 3, signaling the end of the match. As Legacy celebrated, Jeff slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, Randy spun around, getting that Viper-snake like look in his eyes before he ran and punted Jeff in the skull, Jeff's body crashing back to the mat, 'unconscious'. The WWE Universe booed loudly as Randy smirked; Cody, Ted and himself exited the ring, and began the short ascend up the ramp way, stopping just before they reached Punk; the number one contender for Randy's WWE Championship.
The referee's tried to help Punk but Orton ordered Ted and Cody to get them out of his way, and they quickly went about following his orders, shoving the referee's out of the way as Orton measured Punk, getting in position for a second punt kick. Punk slowly pushed himself up as Orton ran, punting him in the head, watching with a sick smirk as Punk's body crashed limply back down onto the metal stage. Legacy posed as boo's drowned out their entrance music, before they finally walked to the back as EMT's rushed to the aids of Jeff and Punk, rushing them to the back on stretchers as Raw went off the air.
Backstage
Phil groaned as he held his head in his hands. He had a hell of a headache that just wouldn't quit and it was starting to piss him off now. That asshole Orton had really tried to kick him. 'Fucking dick' Phil thought to himself as he stared across at Jeff, who was currently being tended to by the WWE Doctors.
"You're fine Jeff, just a little bruising and maybe a bit of pain for a bit, but nothing of serious concern." The doctor informed him as Jeff nodded his head slowly to show that he understood. He glanced up meeting Phil's gaze and smirked slightly. "You okay?" He asked quietly as Phil groaned just as quiet and shook his head. "Fine… Just fucking fine Hardy." He grumbled wincing as he was hit in the forehead with a roll of gauze. Jeff sneered at him. "I was just being fucking nice you asshole. Just cause we're not the best of friends here, doesn't mean that I don't care about your fucking well-being. I'm NOT even THAT much of a dick, Punk." Jeff hissed; his eyes filled with what could only be called annoyance.
"I'm sorry. I thought you could care less. Actually… we really are different, because I don't give two shits about your fucking well-being... Call me a dick if you want to but… You fucking cost me my fucking WWE Championship shot. A shot I busted my ass to earn… Earn… a word you do not know the meaning of… being as you were fucking handed everything on a silver fucking platter." Phil hissed back glaring at the slightly bigger man. Jeff simply rolled his eyes, and sighed dramatically. "Liar… you seemed worried when you were fending off Orton while I dealt with DiBiase and Rhodes… and besides you wouldn't have won it to begin with Punky… Orton is in with Trips… Just saying…" He muttered as the room grew quiet.
Phil didn't reply to Jeff, groaning as he rested his head in his hands, closing his eyes at the pain he felt throughout his entire body. He felt as though he got hit by a damn truck with the license plate labeled "Legacy". Jeff glanced over at Phil, seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought and smirked slightly, standing up, walking towards the younger man. "Got a room already? We should leave soon; I'm a bit hungry myself. We could hit the showers, get a bite to eat and head to the hotel. After all… we do have an early flight to catch in the AM." He mused as Phil glanced up at him, narrowing his green orbs.
"I am not rooming with you. I'm not going to dinner with you, I'm not going anywhere with you. Are we clear Hardy?" Phil sneered coming out of his momentary haze. Jeff snorted, leaning down so that he was eye – to – eye with Phil and smirked almost cockily knowing that Phil couldn't touch him. "Actually, Phillip, you are. You're doing all of that with me and more, cause Vincent K. McMahon said that you are." Jeff murmured smirking as Phil started to seethe in rage. "No, actually, wait, he ordered us to! Are you going to defy his orders? Really? You trying to get fired? You want to lose your job, your dream job that you've worked so very hard to EARN?" Jeff asked licking his lips as he continued to taunt Phil.
Phil closed his eyes realizing how tired and sore he truly was, standing up out of the chair he was sitting in as he faced Jeff. "No. I'm not." He murmured quietly as Jeff's lips quirked slightly. "… going to lose my job." He continued his gaze on the floor as he stepped around the southern male, walking to his locker room. Jeff grinned, licking his lips as he followed Phil, his gaze on the younger man's swaying behind. He knew Phil didn't have a room, and that he already had his room reserved and unfortunately for Phil, it only had one bed. 'This is going to get quite interesting' Jeff thought to himself with a smirk on his face.
Phil was thankful that the locker room had since emptied out, meaning that he pretty much had it to himself, and that was just fine with him. He walked over to one of many benches in the locker room and sat his gym bag down, pulling out stuff that he'd need. Phil groaned as he stripped his gear off, shoving it into his gym bag, letting out a quiet growl of annoyance as Jeff walked in and began doing the same thing right next to him. Phil angrily grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his nude waist; he grabbed his shower essentials and stormed off towards the empty showers.
Jeff smirked as he finished stripping his ring attire off. He slung his towel over his shoulder as he grabbed his shampoo and body wash before following in the same direction that Phil went. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he took in Phil's nude wet form in the steamy hot spray of the shower, feeling his member starting to stir. He hung his towel on the hook, walking into the shower area, purposely choosing the one right next to Phil. He twisted the nozzle, getting the water to a comfortable temperature; before setting his shampoo and body wash down on the small shelf.
Jeff caught Phil eyeing him out of the corner of his gaze and smirked, sliding his hands sensually up and down his body, making sure to grab his hardening member and stroke it slowly. He let out a throaty moan, slowly pumping his hips against his hand, biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes. Phil's breath caught in his throat as he watched Jeff masturbate right next to him. Jeff was a shameless slut, moaning like a whore and fucking his own hand. Phil felt his face burn bright red in embarrassment as his own cock started to come to life at Jeff's shameless display, hearing the moans and groans of exaggerated pleasure spilling freely from the older male's lips. Phil didn't know if he was more embarrassed about the fact that Jeff chose to pleasure himself right next to him, or the fact that he was watching him do it, and that he was still rooted to the spot that he stood in.
Phil ignored the little voices in his head telling him that he liked it as he stared at the head of Jeff's cock, watching the pre-cum slide down the side all the way to the base and over Jeff's fingers as he continued to pump it; and as much as Phil hated to admit it, he felt his mouth water with an ache to taste it. Phil turned his back to Jeff in hopes that Jeff didn't see his half-mast erection as he tried desperately to think unattractive thoughts in the slight chance his hard-on would go away. 'Think of Big Show and Vickie fucking' He mentally told himself as he tried to picture it to no avail. He heard Jeff's slutty moans and his cock got even harder, coming to full on hard on. 'Fuck! That whore!' Phil thought to himself, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, still trying to will away his boner.
Jeff smirked watching Phil's quivering form. He saw Phil's boner, he saw the reaction his moans caused and it pleased him to know he had the effect on Phil and he hadn't even fucked him yet. He felt his cock throb with a need to be buried in something tight. Jeff smirked, licking his lips as he eyed Phil's tight virginal ass. All he had to do was take about three steps closer, shove Phillip face first against the shower wall, and it'd be game on. He already knew without a shadow of a doubt that Phil wanted his cock; he proved it with his reaction. The way Phil licked his lips watching his hand rub his shaft, yeah, he wanted Jeff and they both knew it to be true, whether Phil wanted to admit to himself or not; it didn't make it any less true.
Jeff sucked on his bottom lip as he watched the water slide off of Phil's ass, his cock twitching in anticipation and suddenly Jeff's mind was made up when he found himself standing directly behind Phil. He pushed Phil against the shower wall, hearing Phil's grunt of surprise as Jeff pinned him firmly in the spot he wanted him in. "Let go of me Hardy Now!" Phil hissed in a husky voice, making Jeff smirk as he reached around and grabbed Phil's hard cock.
"Now, now Phillip I know you want me… I saw you watching me… and you know what… I don't think you REALLY want me to let you go… do you?" Jeff asked tauntingly, stroking him roughly, loving the mewling noises Phil was making as he pushed back against Jeff. "Oh fuck!" Phil cried out, dropping his head back on Jeff's wet shoulder, his onyx locks sticking to the older male. Jeff stroked Phil harder and harder, cutting off his orgasm every time he got close to releasing. "Dammit… Jeff…." Phil whined reaching one arm back to wrap around Jeff's neck, moaning wantonly as he felt the Enigma began an assault of kisses, sucking, licking and nibbling on his exposed neck area.
Jeff smirked as Phil shoved his hips back against him. "Mmm such a good boy when you want to be huh? Want to be a good boy and bend over for Jeffy?" he taunted huskily in Phil's ear making the younger male shiver slightly at the tone as he felt Jeff's cock against his buttocks. Jeff reached down and squeezed Phil's ass cheek, swatting it lightly, loving the way it bounced slightly with the impact. Phil shook his head furiously letting out a low whine as he felt Jeff's hardness flush against his skin.
Jeff smirked as he pressed his cock between Phil's cheeks and began thrusting his hips, loving the way his erection slid through Phil's tight buttocks. Phil moaned and pushed his hips back against Jeff's, whimpering in pleasure as he felt Jeff's sharp almost vampire like teeth bite down on his sensitive spot right behind his ear; sending shivers up and down the younger man's spine. "Jeff… oh fuck…" Phil hissed quietly, panting as Jeff smirked against his neck. "Want to cum Philly? Huh? Want Jeffy to make you cum? Want my mouth?" He asked as Phil shuddered and tangled his hand in Jeff's wet locks. "Yes… fuck yes… please" He whispered as tears of shame slid down his cheeks, mingling with the water as Jeff licked his lips. "Bend over." Jeff ordered rubbing the head of his cock against Phil's entrance, making the smaller male growl.
"Fuck off Hardy…" Phil hissed spinning around, coming face – to – face with his on screen partner and off screen enemy. Jeff simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders slightly before he pushed Phil back against the wet linoleum, holding his smaller form against the wall, as he pressed his own body against Phil's, grabbing his erection and stroking slowly to tease him. Phil's head smacked the linoleum tiles as he threw it back letting out a low moan of pleasure, Jeff leaned forward and started kissing, licking and nibbling on Phil's neck again, forcing more moans of pleasure out of Phil's mouth.
"Fuck… Hardy… oh… shit… Uhem… Don't… please… stop…" Phil whimpered, biting his bottom lip as his arms wrapped around the Enigma, pulling him closer, his body wanting the exact opposite of what his brain and mouth did. Phil slid his hands into Jeff's purple and blonde dyed locks, tangling his fingers in it and holding Jeff's head against his neck, moaning like a wanton whore as he pressed his body firmly against Jeff's. Jeff smirked against Phil's neck, knowing he had the former number one contender exactly where he wanted him, he nuzzled Phil's ear, loving the way Phil's body shuddered against his own, reminding the Enigma of the control he truly had over Phil.
"You're confusing me here… Philly… do you want me to stop… or what… Do you want me to get you off? Is that what you want? I mean…" Jeff's voice trailed off into a husky growl in Phil's ear, sending shivers up and down the smaller man's spine. Phil's eyes slid shut as Jeff wrapped a hand around both of their cocks, trapping Phil's against his muscled stomach as he thrusted his member against Phil's. "Oh… fuck!" Phil gasped pressing his head back against the shower wall, hoping he didn't crack the back of his head open when he threw it back moments ago. "Your words try to push me away… but your arms just pull me closer" Jeff observed with a slight smirk grazing his lips as Phil grunted loudly, his hips bucking up against Jeff's.
Jeff groaned as he pressed his forehead against Phil's neck, loving the total domination he had over the Chicago native, the thought itself making him even harder. "Oh… shit… Jeff… stop… please… no… don't…" Phil whimpered halfheartedly as the Enigma ignored him, thrusting his member harder against Phil's dripping cock, ripping barely concealed moans out of his throat. Jeff lifted his head from Phil's shoulder to gaze back down at the barely masked pleasure filling the face of his most hated enemy, loving the look of conflict in Phil's green orbs as he gazed back at Jeff.
"Your mouth pleads with me to stop… but your eyes… they beg… they plead with me for more…" Jeff revealed again with a moan of his own as he leaned forward to claim Phil's lips but the Straight Edge Superstar saw it coming and whipped his head to the side, grimacing as Jeff's lips landed on his wet cheek. Jeff opened his eyes and realized Phil had moved, smirking as he started to kiss Phil's cheek as though he were kissing his lips, full of sensuality as he kissed his way back down to Phil's neck and repeated the action without missing a beat. Phil groaned low in his throat as Jeff located all of his sensitive spots, his arms involuntarily tightening around the younger Hardy brother, pulling his body closer, firmly against his own and mentally berating himself for this moment of weakness and stupidity.
'Hardy will NEVER let you live this down stupid! You fucking moron! You need to shove this man away and get the hell out of there pronto!' He mentally yelled at himself, but his body was ignoring his brain, his back arching, pressing himself firmly against Jeff's. Jeff moaned and stroked them both harder, feeling his orgasm approaching and knowing Phil wouldn't be too far behind him. "Hold on." Jeff murmured grinning wickedly as he slid to his knees in front of Phil, taking his throbbing erection in his hand and beginning to stroke him again. "Want my mouth Punky?" Jeff asked as he gazed up at Punk. Phil groaned and against his better judgment, he nodded his head 'yes'. "What? I can't hear you Punky, I need a verbal answer." Jeff mused, smirk grazing his lips as he watched Phil glance at the exit.
"I suppose…" Jeff started with a slight grin, as he raised a finger to his chin mockingly as though he were still considering the idea himself. "I should offer you the chance to leave so you don't feel forced into this…" he continued as he waved his hands to the shower exit, gesturing to it. " You have two choices Philly babe. You go with option A. You can walk from this room; with a raging fucking hard on… risk having everyone from that locker room… whoever is in the halls and hell even people still in the parking garage would see it… or you can chose option B. I'll suck you off right here, right now... but… you are going to give me your ass…" Jeff explained as Phil's cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment.
"I'm not giving you my ass Jeff. You're not fucking me… and I'm not fucking you! You're fucking insane!" Phil hissed quietly as Jeff shook his head, smirk still playing on his lips, noting the slight traces of fear in Phil's eyes. 'He's scared of getting fucked… cute. He's probably scared of the pain…' Jeff mentally mused to himself with a grin. "Oh relax Phillip. I never said it had to be tonight… but be it tonight… or sometime on our little vacation… you will repay me. So what's your choice? I'm fucking hungry and tired and on top of that, we have to wake up early so hurry the fuck up." He scolded as Phil glanced at the exit again as though he were weighing his options in his head. After what seemed like hours to Jeff, Phil bit his bottom lip nervously, hating himself as he mumbled out "B".
"What? What was that? Didn't quite catch that?" Jeff taunted raising a hand to his ear, shoving his wet locks out of the way with a smirk as he glanced up at the fidgeting younger male. "I said… B." Phil growled out through clenched teeth as Jeff quirked his lips and raised an eyebrow, licking his lips. "Didn't hear you Philly… You'll have to be a bit louder." Jeff teased feigning innocence as Phil's cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment. Phil twitched before snapping "I. Fucking said. My choice… is. B!" through clenched teeth as a grin spread over Jeff's face. "You said your choice was B… Correct?" Jeff asked as the Chicago Native sighed loudly, dropping his head to rest in his hands. "Yes. B… Fucking B. Please just fucking get me off… Suck me… I'm begging you… Please Hardy" Phil pleaded as the Enigma grinned; obviously getting the answer he was waiting for.
Jeff licked his lips as he took Phil's cock in his hand, stroking him a few times to warm him up before expertly taking him in his mouth, quickly deep throating him. "Oh fuck! Jeff…" Phil gasped, slamming his head back against the shower tiles for the second time that night, his body shaking from the amount of pleasure he was being given. Jeff mentally smirked as he tightened his lips around Phil's member, loving the way he tasted on his tongue and even more satisfying was the thought and realization that Phil was hating himself for every second of this that went on; that thought alone went straight to Jeff's groin. He groaned around Phil's cock, knowing exactly what the vibrations were doing to the younger man as his hand slipped down to stroke his own cock.
"Oh… shit… so fucking close…" Phil whimpered as he bit his bottom lip in a failed attempt to hold his moans in. Jeff deep throated him again, running his tongue along the extremely sensitive underside of Phil's cock, loving the gasp that slipped out of the smaller man's pierced lips, the same lips he got punched for kissing earlier that night. Just the thought of their little squabble earlier made Jeff's cock throb with need for release. Jeff groaned and rubbed himself harder, knowing Phil was close, and he wanted to get them both off at the same time. Phil was a panting, quivering mess as he struggled to keep his back against the shower wall, his feet slowly sliding along the wet floor, and the cold water pelting him relentlessly didn't help matters any either.
Jeff moaned around Phil's member, as he glanced up seeing Phil struggling to stay up right, deciding to help him out, as he released his own cock, and used both of his hands to hold Phil's hips against the wall. "Oh fuck… Hardy… I'm gonna… I… fuck… gonna cum…" Phil gasped feeling his balls tighten up, knowing the end was near. Jeff pulled off Phil's cock to stroke him hard with one hand, the other still holding Phil up as he smirked up at the younger male. "Cum for me… I want you to fucking cum in my mouth… do it…" He hissed before quickly taking the head of Phil's shaft in his mouth, sucking hard.
Phil whined as he clenched his fists at his sides, barely able to contain his moans as Jeff deep throated him once again, ripping a scream of pleasure out of his throat as he completely lost it, cuming hard down Jeff's throat. Jeff groaned nearly getting gagged by Phil's release, as Phil arched his back, thrusting his hips against his face, losing himself in his orgasm, his hands flying into Jeff's hair, gripping it and using it as leverage. Jeff quickly relaxed his throat, swallowing everything that Phil had to give and more, moaning at the sweet unique taste of Phil's cum. 'Must be from all that damn Pepsi the boy drinks' Jeff thought to himself, slightly amused as he pulled off of Phil's softening cock after a while.
Phil's body slumped against the wall, Jeff quickly catching him, and pressing him back against it, helping him stand up right. Jeff smirked down at Phil's relaxed gaze as he reached down, gripping the Chicago native's hand and directing to his still hard and throbbing cock, forcing Phil to wrap his hand around it. He then covered Phil's hand with his own as together they both stroked his cock quickly and with a sense of urgency. "Fuck… erm… so fucking good" Jeff drawled in his thick southern accent, slightly thrusting his hips along with their movements, as Phil bit his bottom lip, looking down at Jeff's member sliding between their hands with what could only be described as a peeked interest.
Jeff groaned knowing that he was close, thrusting harder into their joined hands, seeing a slight look of annoyance on Phil's face as his body shivered slightly. The Enigma growled low in his throat as he pressed his forehead into Phil's shoulder, knocking Phil's hand off his cock, instead taking it in his own hand and quickly stroking himself to climax. He growled as he came hard, shooting his essence all over the Second City Saint, covering the younger male in his cum, loving the look of disgust that crossed Phil's features. "You fucking asshole" Phil growled shivering from the ice cold water pelting him. He shoved Jeff on his ass turning to quickly rinse the jiz off of him before exiting the showers grabbing his towel, taking off and leaving the younger Hardy brother sitting on the floor with a smirk firmly in place. 'Yup… Phil definitely hated himself for sure now…' Jeff thought to himself, still smirking as he stood and finished washing himself off.
Phil growled as he quickly rushed through drying off and throwing his clothes on, just wanting to get the hell out of the arena and more importantly, away from Jeff Hardy. After he finished getting dressed he practically threw all of his shit into his gym bag, not caring how sloppy it looked, he could rearrange it later. He couldn't believe that in this moment, in one moment of weakness, he let himself become Jeff's pawn, his little bitch. He grit his teeth in anger at the mere thought. 'You liked it and you know it. Deep down you know its true' that annoying little voice in the back of his mind called to him softly, only further pissing him off. 'No I didn't! It was practically rape! Hardy practically fucking forced me into it!' He mentally retorted as he zipped up his gym bag and began pulling his shoes and socks on. Just as Phil finished tying his shoes, Jeff came walking into the main part of the locker room with a cocky ass smirk on his face that made Phil want to wipe it off immediately.
However, in Lou of facing higher consequences for more backstage violence, Phil settled for glaring holes through his back as Jeff simply ignored him and began getting dressed as well. Phil huffed as he stood and quickly checked his area to make sure he had all of his belongings, not wanting to leave anything behind. Jeff smirked over at Phil as he brushed his multicolored locks, loving the awkward silence and thick tension on Phil's behalf and knowing that he was the main cause of it made it that much better. He quickly pulled his hair back into a neat bun and began throwing his belongings into his bag, packing them half way decently as he cast a side long glance over at Phil who was brushing his hair, before tugging it back into a messy bun to keep it out of his face. Jeff zipped up his bag once he was completely sure that he had everything. "Ready to go?" He asked the Straight Edge Superstar who was shoving his brush into his gym bag, zipping it up afterwards.
"Yeah… I guess. Whatever…" Phil mumbled as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder, following the younger Hardy out of the locker room. He followed Jeff in absolute silence until he noticed that they were headed towards his locker room. "If you had a locker room, why'd you come… come crash the one I was in? Makes no sense" Phil muttered feeling his face flush red as he mentioned the word 'Come'. Jeff snickered and smirked back at the Second City Saint before he murmured "Cause Matty was fucking Addy in mine. Told 'em not to fuck in my locker room… but I had a match… what can you do… Oh well." He replied with a smirk still playing on his lips as they neared what was supposed to be his locker room before his brother and his leggy blonde Canadian bitch had hijacked it from him.
Phil wrinkled up his nose at the thought of Matt and Adam fucking, shuddering as they neared the locker room in question and he briefly wondered if they were still doing the deed. He shivered in disgust at the mere thought of possibly walking in on them in the act. He felt his face get hot, knowing he was blushing as thoughts as well as images of Matt screwing Adam forced themselves into his brain, and he desperately tried to think of something else, mentally cursing Jeff for even mentioning it to him. Jeff smirked as they stopped a few feet from the door.
Adam Copeland moaned as he continued to ride Matt Hardy's hard cock, pressing his hands down on Matt's shoulders for leverage, bouncing up and down on the elder Hardy. Matt grunted as he added thrusts of his own, making the blonde Canadian gasp as his cock hit that special little magic button inside of him. Adam bit his bottom lip as he felt Matt slap his ass, grunting out "Fuck yeah… harder… bitch ride me harder… oh you love that cock don't you?"
"Yes… I love… I love it…" Adam moaned back, trying to keep his moans and groans quiet, not wanting anyone to hear them in their most intimate moment. He started riding Matt harder, the sound of the North Carolina Native's gruff thick southern accent made even huskier due to his arousal further turning him on. "So fucking tight… Uhh… faster… harder… shit" Matt groaned, gripping Adam's hips and beginning to pound his ass harder.
The leggy blonde leaned down and bit Matt's shoulder to hold in his scream of pleasure as the brunette hit his prostate with every upward thrust of his hips, driving the Canadian even closer to the brink of climax. "Oh god… you… keep doing that… I swear I'm going to fucking… cum so fucking hard…"Adam hissed out, wrapping an arm tightly around Matt's shoulders so he had something to hold onto while Matt drilled into him from underneath him.
"Good! Fucking cum then… Come on… let me see you cum!" Matt growled, reaching in between them to grip the blonde's leaking cock, beginning to stroke him in sync with his rough thrusts. Adam cried out and wrapped his free arm around Matt's shoulders, riding him harder, bucking his hips into every thrust. "That's it bitch… yeah… just like that… fuck…" Matt moaned loving the way Adam thrusted his leaking cock into his hand.
"Ah… so fucking good Matty!" Adam moaned into his shoulder as Matt took over, thrusting up hard into the taller male, loving the fact that he was in complete control, the self-proclaimed Rated R Superstar complete putty in his hands. "Yeah! You love that! Don't you bitch?!" Matt hissed, stroking Adam harder, knowing that he was close to that delicious peak he craved.
"Oh… fuck yes… don't stop! Please don't stop Matty!" Adam pleaded, babbling on as he started thrusting his hips against Matt's hand, desperate to get more of the brunette's touch. Matt smirked cockily, thrusting his hips up against Adam as the blond continued to bounce up and down on him. He stroked the blonde's cock harder, thrusting up and hitting his prostate hard. "Come on Addy… fucking cum for me! Do it!" Matt demanded, fucking the Canadian relentlessly.
"Yes! Oh! God Matty! … Fucking hell… right fucking there… yes! So fucking…. So fucking good!" Adam cried out feeling his orgasm quickly approaching as Matt continued hitting his prostate, and rubbing him roughly. It wouldn't be much longer, as Matt felt himself getting close to orgasm as well.
"Well… we don't have all night. I'm sore… I'm tired… and I just want to sleep… so can we do whatever it is that you have to do so we can leave?" Phil asked sighing as Jeff smirked back at him. "Well… I'd rather not walk in on my brother fucking Adam… I'm giving them a few moments…" He explained slightly mocking Phil's tone. Phil rubbed the back of his neck, yawning quietly as he leaned against the opposite wall facing Jeff's locker room. Jeff shrugged silently walking up to the door, gripping the handle tightly.
"If I get blinded… I swear to God you're fixing my vision Punk." Jeff warned looking over his shoulder at the younger male who rolled his eyes. "Exactly what the hell is that supposed to mean Hardy?" Phil asked crossing his arms over his chest, raising his eye brows in question as he studied the Charismatic Enigma. Jeff grinned wickedly over his shoulder murmuring "It means what it means… if I get blinded by either my brother's naked ass… or Copeland's… You're in charge of getting rid of the visuals."
"That still makes absolutely no sense." Phil replied rolling his eyes again. Jeff pursed his lips. "If I see some naked ass… or cock when I open this door… you owe me not only our little agreement earlier..." Jeff stopped to smirk cockily over at the Second City Saint before continuing. "No not only will you owe me that… but you'll also owe me… hmm… you know I really like the idea of dressing you up in skimpy clothing and forcing you to give me a lap dance… I really love that idea. I'm going with that." Jeff explained with a Cheshire cat like grin. Phil scoffed, blinking in surprise as he pushed himself off the wall.
"Excuse me?" He asked as Jeff sat his gym bag down, still gripping the door handle, grinning cheekily over at Phil. "You heard me Vickie. If I see anything I don't want to see… because you rushed me… then you're dressing up in some tight skimpy clothing and giving me the best lap dance of my life. Understood?" He asked still grinning at the annoyed Chicago Native. Jeff grinned and shook his head, turning the handle, slowly pulling the door open.
"Oh God Matty… gonna cum… Can't hold back" Adam whined riding Matt harder, gripping his shoulders with one hand, the other stroking his leaking cock as he began speeding up, burying his face in the Carolina Native's shoulder. "Do it… Don't hold back… fucking cum baby… let me see you cum" Matt hissed snapping his hips upwards, impaling Adam over and over again on his hard cock, hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending the blonde male into a frenzy.
Adam whined, beginning to slam himself down on Matt's cock, feeling Matt's rough callused hands on his body, forcing him that much closer to his approaching orgasm. With one final thrust against Adam's spot, the Canadian came hard, shooting his load all over Matt's chest, completely covering him with cum. Matt growled feeling Adam's walls clamping down on his shaft, making it nearly impossible to move inside of him, forcing him to put fourth more effort to thrust inside the convulsing blonde. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his own climax, listening to Adam's moans of completion, and that was it, he felt his balls tighten up, thrusting a few more times.
"Fuck yeah Baby" Matt growled as he thrusted up inside of Adam one last time before he came hard, shooting his cum inside of his part time lover and at one point part time enemy, groaning in pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, before resting his head against the blonde's shoulder, panting quietly basking in the afterglow of their love session.
"Whoa Bro! Cover up or lock the fucking door!" Jeff groaned walking in to see Matt and Adam in a less than flattering position. Jeff chuckled as both men flushed bright red, quickly moving to cover themselves up. "Here" Jeff muttered smirking as he tossed a towel over to Adam, who blushed and stood, pulling Matt out of him and wrapping the towel around his waist. Matt quickly covered himself as he shot a glare at his younger brother. "Damn ever heard of knocking Jeff? Have you no manners?" He asked mildly annoyed that Jeff had ruined the afterglow of their love making.
"Well… Matty you'd have grounds to complain… if you weren't fucking Adam in MY locker room" Jeff smirked as Matt sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor when he realized that Jeff was right. "Besides I just finished my match and was going to be nice, and come let you know that I'm okay after getting punted in the head by Orton cause I'm sure that you and Addy decided to tune in on the monitors and watch the match… remember… me and Punk… against Legacy, two on three handicap match... by the way, nice to know you guys were oh so worried about me… I mean I only JUST got kicked in the freaking head… Thanks for that" Jeff continued smirking sarcastically as Adam glanced over at him.
"Is Phil okay?" He asked softly as Jeff rolled his eyes and nodded his head. "Yeah… If by okay you mean the same pain in the rectum he's always been… then yes… Punk's peachy… A little whiny and cranky… but I take that as normal for him." He answered with a slight grin grazing his lips as he heard Phil's annoyed huff behind him. "So uh… anyways… we have an early flight in the morning… I'm hungry… and tired… so we're leaving… and uh… enjoy the rest of your night" Jeff murmured with a wink as Matt rolled his eyes and tugging his younger brother in for a quick hug, Adam repeating the act.
Jeff smirked and pulled away from the blonde. "Phil get your ass in here for a damn hug… I won't see you for a month." Adam ordered crossing his arms as Phil huffed loudly, walking into the room, crossing the floor and wrapping his arms around the taller man's waist. Adam smiled softly as Phil wrinkled his nose in disgust when the older Hardy yanked him in for a hug. "Eww… were you guys really fucking?" he quested as Matt smirked and nodded his head 'yes'.
"…And you fucking gave me a hug after? Ew!" Phil grunted and shoved the older Hardy brother away from him, storming out of the room. "Hurry up Jeff… I swear I'll leave your ass here." He warned as he picked up his gym bag, slinging it back over his shoulder. "Yeah I'll miss you too Philly" Adam called rolling his eyes as he adjusted the towel around his waist. "I know you will… Cause nobody else will put up with your bullshit… aside from Matt that is…" Phil mumbled under his breath as he waited impatiently for Jeff, leaning back up against the wall.
"Don't kill each other. Be good. Please deal with your issues… get rid of them for good." Matt murmured as Jeff smirked slightly. "I'll try Matty." He murmured quietly, giving Matt a bro-hug, smiling at Adam before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, grabbing his bag and nodding at Phil. "You ready to get the fuck out of here?" He asked as Phil rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yes I've been ready Hardy" He mumbled back as Jeff shook his head and started for the parking lot, Phil following him in silence until they reached his rental car.
After arguing over who would get to drive, Jeff forcibly snatched the keys to Phil's rental out of his hands during the petty argument, walking around to the driver's side and got in. Phil seethed as he yanked the passenger side door open, angrily dropping down on the seat and slamming the door shut, shooting a glare in Jeff's direction. "Be good…" Jeff murmured with a smirk as he put his seatbelt on, and slide the key in the ignition, starting the car. "Buckle up Punky" Jeff teased as Phil sneered at him, yanking his seatbelt over him, shoving it into the slot and crossing his arms over his chest, refusing to even look at Jeff for the rest of the ride to the hotel.
Phil blinked as they stepped into Jeff's hotel room, seeing only one bed. Jeff smirked and slapped Phil on the ass, kicking the door shut behind him as he walked over to the phone. "You get comfy Punk. I'll order us some food, my treat. What would you like?" he asked as Phil seethed dropped his bags on the floor, shooting a death glare at the Enigma. "A roll away bed" He growled crossing his arms as Jeff glanced up still smirking. "Sorry Punky they don't have those here. What do you want to eat?" He asked as Phil narrowed his eyes. "I don't care" He hissed dropping down on the single bed. "Steak okay?" Jeff asked as he dialed the number for the front desk. Phil sneered over at Jeff. "No. It's not. I'm vegan." He rolled his eyes as Jeff glanced up, eye brows raised in surprise before he nodded his head.
"So he does have a weakness… Okay I'll take the steak and potatoes then..." Jeff mumbled thinking out loud. "Well what about… they have a vegan stir-fry is that okay?" he asked continuing, glancing over at the brunette male who shrugged slightly. "Sure… whatever…" he mumbled as Jeff bit his bottom lip nodding, waiting for the front desk to answer. While Jeff went about ordering their food, Phil sat on the bed deep in thought, thinking about the month he'd have to spend with the Charismatic Enigma starting tomorrow with their early flight. He groaned as he grabbed the alarm clock and set it for 6 AM, he wasn't sure what to expect when they got to the island/vacation home and going into something blindly made him nervous. He glanced back at the single bed sighing as he heard Jeff ordering the food, specifying that the stir-fry was to be vegan, no meat or animal products at all. He groaned quietly. All he knew for sure was that tonight was going to be the longest and most awkward night of his life.
End of Chapter 2. FINALLY I know! College started… but I'll update when I can. He's a really LONG chapter. Please Review if you like what you've read… Or hated it. Let me know. Reviews = Updates. Thanks for waiting patiently!
~ Cal