A/N: Okay, let's get this taken care of real quick. If anyone bothered to visit my profile, you'd have seen the poll I had up about whether or not I should quit writing. The results are up, but my decision isn't quite made. See this chapter here, this is my test. I'm testing this out, so depending on how this thing is taken will be taken into consideration with my final decision. Alright then, moving on.
YadirySXEWWE: Thank you for your patience, school is a major pain in my ass. I'm glad you liked it.
TheGirlInThePinkScarf: Well thank you! *Blushes* I'm glad you liked it! Well I neglected Mattam in this chapter but I'll try to include them in 4, however there are tons of Junk Sexual situations. ;) There's more confliction in here, but mostly Jeff being an ass, but a sexy one at that. ;) Here you are! I've finally gained direction for this one, so it's actually easier to update. Hope you still read despite your feelings for Punk.
Xenarocks99: Thank you. I'm going to start updating this one regularly.
TayTay4936: I'm going to try to get this updated as regularly as I can. I'm glad you like it, my fellow Junk shipper. :P If you thought that was hot, wait till you read this chapter. It does seem that way, doesn't it? Time will tell. Well here's the next chapter. I'm working on that, one step at a time eh?
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Always Straightedge and proud: If you read it, it shouldn't be unexpected… A.J.
Guest 1: Here you go. Sorry for the wait… School calls.
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Guest 2: I'm a full time college student; you have to understand that fanfiction isn't the most important thing in my life. I'm not being rude I'm being honest. With that said I apologize for the long wait.
Guest 3: I haven't given up yet, I intend to complete this fic, now that I have free time and gained direction of where I want it to go.
Thank you at all who reviewed chapter 2, the majority of the reviews are what made me want to continue this. That said, on with chapter 3!
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Phil jumped awake, groaning in protest at the annoying buzzing sound until he realized it was the alarm clock he'd set before he went to bed. He reached over and grabbed it, reading the time. 6:15 AM. He growled as he realized he had a plane to catch with his ulcer of a coworker, Jeff Hardy. 'Speaking of said ulcer' Phil thought angrily, as he went to roll off the bed to get the first shower before the little shit used all the hot water, only to discover that said ulcer had his arms wrapped tight around his waist, spooning him. "Get the fuck off me Hardy!" Phil growled with annoyance as Jeff blinked awake.
"You like it bitch… stop kidding yourself… this is the most action you've ever gotten…" Jeff drawled lazily before yawning and hugging Phil tighter against him. "Heh!" Phil grunted in reply as he shoved Jeff off him and rolled off the bed, landing on his knees beside the bed, a smirk coming to his face as he and Jeff locked eyes in the dim hotel room. "No… Don't you do it Brooks" Jeff warned as Phil grinned jumping up and sprinting to the bathroom, locking it behind him as Jeff's legs got tangled in the sheets trying to give chase.
"Fucking Bitch" Jeff growled as he heard Phil laughing to himself, just as the sound of the shower being turned on followed. "Don't get mad Hardy. You just got punk'd" Phil gloated as he shed his clothes and stepped under the hot spray.
"Don't use all the hot water Brooks or I swear I will show you the true meaning of being 'punk'd'… bitch…" Jeff growled as he wrapped himself back under the warm covers. 'At least I can grab a few more minutes of sleep' he thought tiredly yawning to himself.
Phil smirked as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He got the first shower; he won that battle at least. "Did you use all the hot water?" Jeff asked glaring at him. Phil's smirk widened. "Oh… I don't know Hardy… go check. We got a flight to catch. No time for games." He replied as he dug some clothes out of his bag.
Jeff sneered, narrowing his emerald green eyes at the younger male before he trekked into the bathroom, turning the hot water on. It was lukewarm at best. He growled aloud in frustration.
Phil's smirk widened. "Take that asshole… teaches you to fucking spoon me when I'm sleeping…" He mumbled, snickering quietly under his breath as he laid the clothes he was wearing on the bed, his back to the bathroom. "What was that Brooks?!" Jeff asked hotly in his ear, making Phil shiver, realizing Jeff was standing behind him and he was in nothing but a towel.
"Care to repeat that?" Jeff huffed again, moments before he whipped the towel from around Phil's waist. "Jeff!" Phil yelled covering his groin, feeling the cool air on his flesh making him shiver slightly.
He didn't have long to complain about the cold as a yelp forced its way out his lips. Jeff smirked and popped Phil's ass with the damp towel a second time. "What bitch?! I can't hear you…" Jeff taunted with a wicked grin as Phil flailed and tried to put some distance between them. Jeff smirked and rolled the towel up, popping him again; right before he leapt onto the bed and scrambled to the safety of the other side, panting angrily as he fixed the enigma with a pointed glare.
"Asshole!" He hissed, still covering his groin from Jeff's view. Jeff scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes mumbling "Says the one who purposely used all the fucking hot water… just to spite me. You had this shit coming and you know damn well that you deserve it."
"Give me my fucking towel back Hardy now, and get your ass in the shower if you're taking one or we're going to be late!" Phil hissed ignoring Jeff's comments. Jeff's lips quirked as he twirled the towel in his hands, shaking his head at Phil, making the younger man fume even more.
"No. See… if we're late… that's your fault. You started this, not me. Remember that and if you want your towel back so bad… why don't you come and try to take it from me?" Jeff taunted with a smirk as he literally watched the wheels turning in Phil's head, watched him mentally weighing his choices.
Phil sneered at Jeff. There was no way in hell he was letting Jeff push him around again, if this was how he wanted to play well then two could play that game. "You know what Hardy. Keep it." He hissed as he snatched his clothes off the bed, purposely bending over to give Jeff a good view of his ass, knowing the effect he had to be having on the Enigma. He smirked to himself thinking 'Yes Jeff… get a good look at what you'll never have' as he tugged his socks on.
Jeff licked his suddenly dry lips as he took in the view of Phil's perfect ass, 'virgin ass' Jeff mentally corrected himself. His eyes took in the view of the little pink virginal entrance as Phil was tugging his boxers up his legs. 'Oh no you don't' Jeff thought as he marched over and slapped Phil's ass cheek hard with his hand, slinging the towel around Phil's shoulders in the same motion. Phil's body tensed up in surprise and pain, his back straightening as Jeff looped an arm around Phil's neck from behind, tugging him against him.
"The next time you try to tempt me with that sweet little virgin ass… don't forget what you owe me, cause I haven't… and if we didn't have a plane to catch in less than an hour and a half… I'd have you face down… ass up… or flat on your face… or on all fours begging and screaming… for me to stop… or for more… I wouldn't care either way… point is… I'd have my cock so far up your ass you could taste me… keep tempting me Punk… see what happens." Jeff whispered hotly in Phil's ear, kissing his cheek as he pulled away with a smirk heading towards the bathroom.
Phil flushed; his cheeks where bright red, he could just feel it. He barely had his underwear up before he spun on his heel and tackled Jeff to the floor. Jeff grunted as his back hit the rough carpet, feeling Phil straddle his waist and start raining blows down on him.
Jeff struggled back, grabbing for Phil's thighs, quickly flipping them over, grabbing Phil's flailing wrists and pinning them above his head. The only sounds in the room was their rough panting as Phil continued to struggle not even realizing the position they were in, but Jeff realized as he felt a smirk spread over his lips. Phil was only wearing a pair of thin boxer briefs, and all Jeff had on was a pair of equally thin loose pajama pants which had gotten tugged down during the scuffle, showing his pubes.
"Did you not just hear me Phillip?" Jeff asked tauntingly as he slid further between Phil's spread thighs, pushing his groin against Phil's ass, letting him feel how hard his cock was for him. "I said we only have less than an hour and a half to get to the terminal for our flight… not nearly enough time for me to have you like I want to… but if you're a good boy… when we reach the house… I'll give you the time of your fucking life… I'll fuck you so good you'll be walking like a duck for that whole month…" he continued.
Phil bit his bottom lip, cheeks tinted pink as Jeff's hand palmed his half-mast cock through his briefs. "Phil… you dirty little whore… you're so hard for me… looking at you now… so flustered… so fuckable… mmm… you have no earthly idea how hard it is for me to not to just take you right here… right now…" Jeff's voice dropped lower, trailing off as he licked his lips.
Phil shivered at the way Jeff eyed him like a predator would look at its prey, beginning to struggle again, groaning as Jeff tightened his hold on his wrists. "Damn baby…" Jeff murmured as he held Phil's hands down with one hand, fondling him with the other.
Phil bit back moan as Jeff spit in his hand before he slipped it inside of Phil's briefs, grabbing his hardening cock and stroking him roughly; stopping his struggles cold. Soon he had Phil melted like putty in his palm, moaning quietly and slowly thrusting up into Jeff's hand, whining in loss as Jeff released him long enough to tug Phil's briefs completely down, shoving his pajama pants down as well.
"No…H-Hardy… let me go… let me up…" Phil pleaded unconvincingly as Jeff ground his cock against Phil's, much like he had the night before, ripping barely concealed moans out of Phil's throat. Phil could do nothing more than lie there, taking it, unable to stop it, unable to even form a coherent sentence or thought for that matter. Jeff had him exactly where he wanted him, he was a puddle of goo in Jeff's very talented, capable, manipulative hands, and they both knew it.
"That's it baby…Let go… enjoy it… let yourself enjoy the pleasure… Stop denying it, stop denying me…" Jeff hissed as he thrust his member hard against Phil's, feeling Phil pulsing in his hands and knowing that he was close, they both were. Phil's body stiffened as Jeff's hand squeezed the sensitive tip of his cock; not even realizing that Jeff had realized his hands long ago, using both hands to pleasure them.
"Oh… fuck… Je- Ah! Cum… cuming…" Phil whimpered, his arms taking on a mind of their own as they wound themselves around Jeff's shoulders, his nails digging into Jeff's back as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. "Yeah baby… fucking do it… cum for me… now…" Jeff hissed, grunting at the feeling of Phil's blunt fingernails digging into his back.
Phil's head dropped back against the rough carpet, mouth opened in a silent scream as the first wave of his orgasm hit, a thick white gooey stream shooting out of his cock, landing on his chest. Gasping out in pleasure as Jeff stroked them both to orgasm; Phil moaned loudly as he shot his load all over both of their chests, Jeff's own following not long after, covering both of them. Jeff groaned as he pushed himself off of Phil to rest beside him, not wanting to crush the slightly smaller male.
For a few moments both men lay there panting heavily, trying desperately to regain their breath. Phil was mentally berating himself, not believing what he had let happen a second time within two days. Jeff had a lazy grin on his face as he pushed himself up to rest on his elbows, silently studying Phil's emotions, watching the different ones crossing his face. His body had a euphoric glow to it, but his eyes showed nothing but regret, disgust, annoyance, anger, and embarrassment with himself.
Jeff's lips quirked slightly amused. He could almost read the younger male like an open book. Phil laid there not saying a word, not even looking at Jeff; he was too disgusted with himself for letting that mistake happen yet again. He swore that it wouldn't, and it did… he absolutely hated himself for giving into Jeff as easily as he did. He cursed his body's betrayal. He'd never came so hard in his life, and regretted it the moment after, he hated Jeff even more now, hated the control he had over his body; his emotions. Hated how Jeff could easily play him like a fool.
He absolutely loathed himself, he hated his body for reacting to Jeff's; hell he hated his brain for blanking out like a horny teenager's when they get their first hand job. The fucked up thing was, he wasn't exactly a virgin, he'd slept with a few women but none of them had the control over him like Jeff did and he hated that. Hated acting like a horny fucking teenager. He felt the burn of shame as Jeff cleared his throat beside him.
"Why do you torture yourself like this Punk? Everyone has sex. Everyone has urges… seriously… remove that stick from your ass and relax. Stop with the emo self-loathing shit, it's seriously over used and overdone." Jeff muttered as he sat up running a hand threw his hair. Phil merely grunted in response as Jeff chuckled. "Phillip… you're dirty again… Take a shower with me." He murmured pursing his lips seductively.
"No." Phil growled crossing his arms over his chest in defiance as Jeff smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "I won't molest you, I swear, scouts honor, but you're covered in both of our cum… now I won't mind it one bit if you want to fly out, covered in my dried cum but I assume with how shameful you feel after our… erm… exchange… that you'd want to wash it off." Jeff explained as Phil narrowed his olive green eyes at him.
"I am going to wash this shit off. Alone." He hissed as he sat up, grabbing his soaked briefs and using them to wipe the cum off his chest before tossing them into a pile. Jeff smirked as he checked the time. "Yeah… no… see I need a shower, and you want one, and we have a plane leaving in less than an hour so… I suggest you go with my idea and save time, shower with me." He murmured with a playful smirk.
Phil growled under his breath but otherwise didn't argue. Jeff did have a point but he wouldn't admit that aloud anytime soon, he just grumbled and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear out, following a smirking Jeff into the bathroom.
"You better keep your fucking hands to yourself Hardy! Or else…" Phil snapped as he slid in the shower. Jeff smirked, stepping in behind him and holding his hands up in defense. "You got it kitty. Now put the claws away before you hurt yourself…" He replied as Phil simply growled quietly under his breath, calling Jeff every name in the book, amusing the Enigma to no end.
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Jeff checked over his stuff, making sure the hotel room was completely empty, that they had everything before they headed down to the lobby to check out. When they walked out of the hotel lobby, sure enough a taxi was waiting for them.
"You can put your stuff in the trunk" the cabby told them.
Phil shoved his stuff in the trunk, getting out the way so Jeff could squeeze his luggage in as well, both of them piling into the backseat of the cab. The ride to the airport held an uncomfortable, awkward silence that neither man bothered to break, simply choosing to keep to themselves. When they finally reached the airport, they gathered their stuff; the cabby was already paid in advance. When they stepped into the airport a middle aged man dressed in a suit greeted them.
"Jeff, Phil. I'm Jack, I work for Mr. McMahon and he asked me to meet you both here at…" The man stopped and looked at his Rolex. "7:30 sharp… its 7:45. You're fifteen minutes late…" He eyed both superstars as Phil glared back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Wasn't me…" He muttered drily as Jeff simply rolled his eyes, scoffing at the younger male. "Heh… Well Punk. It certainly wasn't all me… If you'd like me to explain why we're late…" Jeff stopped mid-sentence to smirk at Phil, the younger man's cheeks were turning a lovely shade of crimson. "I'd be more than happy to…" He finished, mumbling the last part as Vince's lap dog 'Jack' rolled his eyes, obviously not catching on to what Jeff had implied.
"No! I…I mean… I took too long… getting ready. Jeff… Jeff was ready… I overslept." Phil hissed out in reply glaring at Jeff, Jack sighed. "Mr. McMahon ordered you two to get along. I don't have time for games, I don't have time to play Dad here, and neither do either of you, your flight leaves soon." Jack grumbled as he dug into his briefcase pulling out a sealed folder and handing it to Phil.
"There's the house keys, do not lose those. Here are your tickets, Mr. McMahon told me to remind you two, that if you damage the house it comes out of your paychecks, both of yours. So play nice. Any questions?" Jack asked as he closed his briefcase and faced the two men. Phil licked his lips and raised his hand. "Mr. Brooks?" Jack asked as Phil smirked lightly.
"Does Vinny Mac pay you extra to act like you're important with that 10 inch stick in your ass?" He asked as Jeff's eyebrows shot up, watching Jack's vein pulsing in his temple. "I'm sorry, Jack is it?" Jeff asked as Jack gave one nod, as Jeff continued. "My uhh… co-Worker has a lack of respect… its worse in the morning, ignore him. Thank you for coming out." Jeff murmured as Jack smiled tightly, mumbling "Have a safe flight. At least one of you has respect for authority" as he excused himself.
"Kiss ass…" Phil muttered, making a kissing sound, rolling his eyes at Jeff as he grabbed his stuff and made his way to the counter with Jeff in tow. "Shut up." Jeff mumbled as they handed their tickets over.
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"I call window." Phil said smirking as Jeff narrowed his eyes. "Nuh uhh. I called it when we were getting searched." Jeff replied with a glare in Phil's direction.
"Too late. Mine." Phil called back as he plopped down in it, giving Jeff a teasing smirk over his shoulder. Jeff crossed his arms before he tugged Phil out of the seat, starting a struggle that Jeff won, as he forced his way into the seat, Phil falling unceremoniously onto Jeff's lap during the struggle.
Jeff groaned and wrapped his arms around Phil's midsection. "Ohh… Philly if you wanted my dick… all you had to is ask. You can sit on my lap… I have no problems with that whatsoever… mmm… but the flight attendant might." Jeff hissed quietly into Phil's ear, sending chills down his spine.
Jeff and Phil were the only ones on the flight, so Jeff didn't have to worry about being spotted by any fans or run the risk of being recognized. Phil's eyes were wide, his cheeks tinted pink, blushing profusely as he tried to pry Jeff's fingers apart to break his strong hold on his waist. Phil froze when he heard Jeff moan, feeling Jeff's hardening cock against his ass through his already tight jeans.
"Mhm… That's what you do to me baby." Jeff hissed lowly in Phil's ear, slowly rolling his hips against Phil's ass, practically dry humping him. Phil started struggling again, stopping when Jeff's hands cupped his own hardening cock; slowly yet roughly groping him through his jeans, making Phil's head fall back against his shoulder, gasping in pleasure.
"Jeff… Stop…" Phil whispered as his eyes shot to the door, hoping that no one walked in and saw them in their current state. "Jeff… please… stop…" Phil warned quietly as Jeff smirked and released him. Phil jumped up just as one of the pilots came in to let them know that they'd be taking off soon.
"Sir… you need to take your seat unless you're going to the bathroom." The pilot warned as Phil hid his face in his hair sat as far away from Jeff as he could.
"I'm Vince's personal pilot and you guys are actually on one of Vince's many private jets. I'm flying you two to one of his vacation houses, when we reach the air strip, you'll be picked up by one of Vince's limos and taken to the house. It's fully stocked for your stay. Your driver will give you a tour before he leaves you two there." He started to leave but turned around and continued.
"If you're hungry or thirsty, there are snacks in the cabinet there to your left and bottles of water, soda... you know… in the mini refrigerator." The pilot finished as he pointed somewhere behind Phil before he smiled briefly and left them.
"Thank you very much Sir." Jeff called with a smile before the pilot closed the door to the cockpit. Jeff smirked as he quickly readjusted himself in his jeans.
"Suck up." Phil muttered sulking back against his seat as Jeff rolled his eyes
"You're so damn Immature Brooks…" Jeff replied with a quiet grunt as he dug out a note book and a sketching pencil and began to sketch as the plane started to get ready for take-off.
"Heh… Oh you want to go there? I'm immature? I'm immature? Hah! Look who's talking Hardy… You're the king of immaturity. Last I checked… I've failed no drug tests… and you've failed… what are we at? Two now?" Phil started with a smirk as he crossed his arms innocently.
Jeff's hand tightened around his sketching pencil, his fingers digging into his paper, as he grits his teeth in frustration. "Brooks… you're pushing it…" He hissed lowly, warningly, as he looked up from his sketch.
"Wait… was it three? Three? I'm so sorry… there's been so many that I've seemed to have lost count…" Phil taunted as he sarcastically bashed his eyelashes in feigned innocence.
"Punk. I'm warning you… This is your last warning…" Jeff hissed as he locked his gaze on Phil.
"Oh… you're 'warning me' are you? Heh… What are you going to do huh Jeffy? Going to draw a really super mean picture of me?! Huh? Besides… doesn't change the fact that you're still a damn suck up…" Phil continued to taunt as Jeff sat his notebook and pencil aside just as the plane began taking off.
"Keep pushing me Punk… I dare you." Jeff hissed in return as the plane started climbing.
"I will. I'm not scared of you Hardy bitch." Punk replied as he smirked tauntingly. Jeff just grinned back at him, settling back against his seat, waiting for the plane to finish climbing and settle out.
"You're asking for it bitch…" Jeff warned as he crossed his arms.
"Says the one who just got called a bitch and did nothing about it…" Punk continued his taunted as Jeff bit back his reply, waiting until the plane leveled out before he decided what he'd do to extract his payback. While Jeff was planning his payback, watching Phil gulp down bottle after bottle of water and Pepsi, Phil was grinning in what he thought was victory. He thought Jeff had given up, he thought that he'd won a battle with Jeff.
Exactly 30 minutes later Phil glanced over at Jeff who seemed to be so into his sketching that he didn't even look up as Phil slipped out of his seat and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Jeff smirked as he heard the door lock, setting his sketch aside and standing up, moving to stand outside the bathroom, waiting. 'Payback is a bitch...' he thought to himself as he glanced down at the small tube of lubricant his hand.
Phil finished up his business, shaking himself off before he tucked himself back inside his jeans, washing his hands quickly as he unlocked the door. A hand slapped over his mouth and forced him back into the bathroom, shoving him up against the wall before tugging the door closed as quietly as possible, sliding the lock shut.
"What the fuck Hardy?" Phil gasped quietly as Jeff pinned him against the sink, wrapping an arm around his neck from behind as he used his free one to grope Phil through his jeans. Jeff ignored him and continued rubbing him, getting him hard in minutes. Phil was gasping and pressing his groin against Jeff's intrusive hand, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out for more.
"Oohh… Punky you're so hard for me baby…" Jeff purred huskily in his ear as he ground his own hard cock against Phil's ass. Phil's body bowed away from his at the contact, letting out a groan of discomfort. "Oh don't be shy now baby… it's okay…" Jeff hissed tauntingly as he stopped groping Phil to expertly unbuckle Phil's belt and quickly unzip Phil's jeans.
"Jeff no!" Phil gasped quietly as Jeff's hand slipped inside his boxer briefs and wrapped around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him. Jeff ignored Phil's protests as he stroked him harder and held him more firmly against his chest.
"Shhh… You'll like it… Don't be ashamed of what you want… and I know you want this baby…" Jeff whispered as Phil let out a barely concealed gasp of pleasure, slowly beginning to lose himself in Jeff's slow meticulous touches, his head falling back to rest on Jeff's shoulder.
Jeff took the momentary distraction to release Phil's throat and pull the lube out of his pocket, using one hand to expertly open it and squirt some in his hand that slowly worked Phil's cock. Phil flinched at the feeling of the cold gel hitting his hot flesh. He looked down to see Jeff working the lube over his cock, slowly warming it up.
"It's easier if it slides… dry skin on dry skin will make it so sensitive afterwards." Jeff explained as he nibbled on Phil's neck to put him at ease once again. Soon Phil was relaxed against Jeff's shoulder, begrudgingly enjoying his hand job that was pretty much forced on him.
Jeff smirked as he glanced up into the mirror, seeing Phil's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he was lost in the pleasure. He lubed up two of his fingers, slowly working his own jeans down to knees, seeing Phil slowly thrusting into his hand.
"Yeah… look at you… such a little whore aren't you Punky. Thrusting into my hand like the slut I know you are…" Jeff moaned in Phil's ear, sending shock waves down Phil's spine at the dirty talk. "Oh you like being called names… you love it don't you? You're so hard…" Jeff grunted as he pushed Phil to bend over the sink, his hand still working Phil's cock.
"Jeff… No don't!" Phil whined as he felt Jeff put his forearm into his back, holding him in place. Phil yelped as he tried to use his legs to sweep Jeff's feet out from underneath him only to realize that his jeans around his calves prevented him from doing so.
"Shh… I'm not going to fuck you quite yet Punk you still have to walk off the plane and off the airstrip… but I am going to show you exactly who the bitch is between us… Even you will know when I'm done with you…" Jeff warned with a smirk as he watched it all set in in Punk's head. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some on Phil's tight pink virgin asshole.
"Jeff… no… plea-" Phil's plea was cut short, turning into a gasp of pain as Jeff shoved his index finger swiftly inside of him, slowly thrusting it in and out of him.
"Fuck… you're tight!" Jeff groaned as he quickly fingered Punk, feeling his virginal walls clamping down around his finger, making it difficult to keep his pace. Phil's mouth was open in a silent scream as Jeff worked his cock with his free hand, trying to make Punk forget the pain.
"Jeff… take it out… I'm sor… I'm sorry…" Phil gasped out as he reached back with one arm, gripping Jeff's wrist tightly in an effort to get his attention. "Jeff… please…" He whined, feeling his knees go weak as Jeff crooked his finger slightly, hitting something deep inside him that made him see fireworks behind his eyes, his cock throbbing with a need to cum.
"Oh shit!" Phil gasped, arching his back in pleasure, making Jeff smirk in satisfaction. 'Found your sweet spot baby' he thought as he hit it again, making Phil whimper in pleasure, making the 'Straight Edge Superstar' a whimpering, begging mess, making him putty in Jeff's hands.
'Exactly where I want you' Jeff thought as he continued to stimulate Phil's prostate, jerking his dick at the same speed. Phil felt his knees go weak as Jeff jabbed his prostate hard.
"Oh… fuck… what is that?" Phil gasped out as Jeff grinned. "That's your prostate baby... Feels good doesn't it?" Jeff asked as Phil whimpered in reply. After a few more minutes, Jeff pulled his digit out of Phil, grabbing him by his hair and turning the younger man around to face him. Jeff pressed the smaller male against the sink, pulling his own dripping cock out, wrapping his hands around both of their members, thrusting his against Phil's.
"Oh… shit… Hardy…" Phil gasped out as he wrapped his arms around Jeff's neck, feeling his knees get weak and fearing that he might collapse before Jeff gets done with him.
"Down… bitch…" Jeff ordered huskily before he forced Phil down on his knees in front of him. "You're… you're fucking kidding… right?" Phil asked as Jeff shook his head 'no'.
"Nope… get to work. Get to sucking… get that mouth around my dick… now." Jeff ordered with a smirk. Phil shook his head no, making Jeff smirk wider. Phil wanted to do this the hard way and that was fine by Jeff. He liked things more on the rough side anyways… He reached down and swiftly ripped Phil's belt out of it's loops before Phil could even blink, quickly wrenching the other man's arms behind his back and quickly secured them.
"Jeff! Get it off me!" Phil hissed warningly as Jeff simply shook his head with a smirk. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Phil's dark locks, wrenching his head back. "Open up baby. If you bite my dick, I swear I'll stomp yours flat. So play nice… and I might play nice and return the favor." Jeff taunted as he gave his cock a few good strokes, rubbing the head against Phil's lips.
"Say 'ahh' baby." Jeff taunted as Phil turned his face away only for Jeff to use his hair and twist Phil back to face his dripping cock. "Suck. Now." He command as Phil continued to resist.
"I like them feisty, so much more fun when they finally give in. Let's see… I could stomp on your nut sack… but that could damage the goods… I suppose I could always go back on my word and blow my load in your ass…" Jeff warned as Phil quickly shook his head.
"No! Jeff… I'll… I'll suck… I'll suck your fucking dick…" he grumbled begrudgingly as Jeff grinned in victory. "And remember what I said about the teeth." Jeff reminded as he pulled Phil's head back and pushed his cock into Phil's forced welcome mouth. It was like heaven, feeling that tight, wet heat wrapped around his cock, sucking slowly.
Phil was sucking the head, seemingly unable to take much more in. 'I'll help him' Jeff thought with a sinister smirk. 'Pay back is a bitch and so are you Punk.'
Jeff used both hands to cup the back of Phil's head, holding him in place as he thrust his hips forward, forcing more than half of his cock down Phil's throat. Phil gagged violently almost immediately as Jeff pulled his cock out then forced it back in. Phil's gags were turning him on, feeling Phil's throat convulse tightly around his dick, his enemy's eyes filled with tears as he was gagged over and over again with his dick, it made Jeff so hot; he knew he'd blow his load any moment and he wanted it in Phil's throat. He wanted Phil to swallow it, all of it.
Jeff continued pushing Phil's limits, forcing his cock down his throat until he felt his balls tighten. Phil must've known Jeff was about to blow as he tried to pull away, but Jeff held him there, thrusting deep in Phil's throat letting out a gasp as thick streams of Jeff's cum rushed down Phil's throat, choking the younger male.
"Pay back… is a bitch… and so are you Punk…" Jeff moaned as he came, holding Phil's head in place, forcing him to swallow, only pulling out once he was sure Phil swallowed the bulk of his cum, shooting the rest on Phil's face. Phil sputtered, coughing violently, gagging as he realized that he'd swallowed Jeff's cum. He felt as if he were going to be sick, however his hard on hadn't gone down.
Jeff smirked down at Phil, taking in his appearance. His face was red from being choked by Jeff's thick cock; his green eyes were glossed over with tears for the same reason, spurts of his cum on Phil's cheek, chin, and lips and near his nose. He'd never looked better in Jeff's view; he looked absolutely fuckable to Jeff, it made Jeff want to ravage him right then and there.
"Fuck… you… Hardy" Phil grunted as he cleared his throat. Jeff grinned as he wrapped his hand around Phil's cock, stroking him slowly, loving how in just a few strokes, Phil was reduced to that whimpering, begging mess of goo… putty in Jeff's hands once again.
Jeff released Phil long enough to pull his own jeans and briefs up, kneeling next to the younger male, resuming stroking his cock, making the Chicago native lean against him, whimpering as Jeff touched him in all the right places. Jeff's experienced hands were going to drive him absolutely insane, he was so close already as it was; he didn't think he could take much more of this.
"Who's the bitch?" Jeff asked as he stroked and squeezed at Phil's cock, ripping strangled moans out of his throat. Phil's body was so tense as he leaned heavily against Jeff's side to hold himself up, feeling as though he would topple over at any given second. Jeff's expert hands continued to work him over, making Phil bite into his bottom lip in a failed effort to keep all of his moans and whimpers for more inside. Some slipping out whenever Jeff squeezed the tip of his cock, his other hand fondling Phil's heavy sack, gently squeezing them and kneading them in his hand.
"J-Jeff… please…" Phil whimpered out as Jeff continued stroking him, his pace slowing down a bit just to further tease Phil. "All you have to do is say it. Answer my question. Who's the bitch?" Jeff asked again.
Havening been pushed so hard to the edge, Phil whimpered out "Me… I'm the… I'm the b-bitch…" the words coming out in a choked sob as Jeff tightened his grip and stroked him harder, determined to make him cum. Jeff looked into Phil's eyes, seeing all of the self-hatred shining back at him. 'He was hating himself for slightly giving into Jeff, and part of Jeff fucking loved it, another part of him, the free spirit, wasn't comfortable, hated seeing someone hate themselves that much and decided to push the younger man a little bit more. Jeff lowered his head and took Phil's aching cock in mouth, sucking hard and deep throating him quickly. Phil was a sobbing, begging mess, unable to form one coherent sentence, let alone one coherent word.
Jeff deep throated Phil, swallowing around his cock, and that was all it took for Phil to throw his head back with a gasp and cum down Jeff's throat, Jeff swallowed everything that Phil had to give greedily. Phil was a panting mess as he desperately tried to get as much air as he could into his lungs, feeling as though if he didn't that he would surely suffocate. As Jeff pulled off of Phil's softening cock, he raked his eyes over Phil's panting body. He was covered in sweat as though he'd run a marathon or had just had a very taxing match. He just looked absolutely delectable to Jeff, as Jeff pulled away from Phil with a grin that said 'I won. Bitch.'
"You're… a fucking… asshole Hardy… That wasn't even fair…" Phil panted finally as Jeff stood up and began fixing his own appearance.
"Aw… poor you… let me a take a moment to express how sad I feel that my revenge antics were not fair to you…" Jeff replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and went back to looking over his appearance in the mirror. Phil grumbled under his breath as he tugged at his bonds, trying to free himself to no avail.
"A little help would be nice Hardy. You did this to me… now free me fucker." Phil hissed, glaring up at Jeff who was busy splashing water on his face and fixing his purple locks, pulling them back into a tight bun. Phil was growling as Jeff ignored him as though he were not there.
"Jeff." He growled warningly as Jeff smirked down at him. "What do you want Punk?" He asked as he rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance.
"Free me mother fucker…" He snarled his patience wearing very thing.
Jeff finished up and sighed dramatically with a smirk. "You know… I could leave your ass in here just like you are. Jeans down to your calves… rumpled shirt, cock hanging out, sweaty… with my cum all over your face and mouth… your hands bound behind your back with your own belt. What a sight you are… what a sight that would be for the person finding you… huh?" Jeff taunted with a widening smirk.
Phil shivered at the mere thought. "Jeff… please free me so I can get dressed and cleaned up too… please?" He asked as Jeff pretended to think it over before pulling the younger man into a standing position and binding him.
"Lock the door behind me." Jeff told him before he unlocked the door, opened it wide enough to slide out and quickly closing it behind him. He watched the "Vacant" sign quickly switch to "Occupied" before he slipped back to his seat and resumed sketching with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He had his little bitch exactly where he wanted him. This month was something Jeff was looking forward to.
After Phil had scrubbed his face clean, getting all of Jeff's cum off it, had gotten dressed and fixed his hair he begrudgingly limped back to his seat, grabbing a bottle of Pepsi on his way back and cracked it open. 'I'll never get that taste out of my mouth.' He thought as he guzzled the bottle in almost one drink. This was going to be the worst month of his life; he was not looking forward to this hell on earth at all. He just wanted it to be over as quick and painlessly as possible.
The rest of the flight was silent and uneventful. They touched down on the airstrip hours later, sure enough there was a limo waiting for them as they grabbed all of their stuff and slid in the back after dumping their stuff off in the trunk.
It was a two hour drive to their location and the sun was going down as they pulled up to what looked like a freaking mansion in Phil's view. "Wow" they both mumbled at once as the driver parked and opened their door, popping the trunk for them to get their stuff. He unlocked the front door, disarming the alarm as he led them in. He gave them a very brief tour that ended at the master bedroom.
"It's fully stocked, there's a pool out back I'm sure you could find on your own if you wanted to swim. I'm taking off… but here's the keys, the security codes are on the table in the dining hall. Is there anything you need before I leave?" He asked as both Phil and Jeff shook their heads no.
"Okay them. I'm out. I'll see you guys in a month to pick you up to take you back to the air strip." He told them as he excused himself. They walked him to the door, as Phil watched him drive away, leaving him alone with Jeff.
'Fuck… welcome to hell for all the bad shit you've done, Punk.' Phil thought to himself as he slowly began unpacking, seeing Jeff doing the same.
'This is going to be the best month of my life' Jeff thought smirking as he eyed Phil discreetly. Oh he fully intended on putting that pool and hot tub to some serious use, just not the use intended. He thought about fucking Phil against the side of the pool, the water sloshing around them, Phil's legs and arms wrapped tightly around him as Jeff pounded into him. He thought about Phil riding him in the hot tub, getting hard just thinking about it. 'Get ready to walk like a fucking duck Philly.'
As he put his stuff away he couldn't help licking his lips at all of the many possibilities and the many places and positions he could fuck Phil in. 'Welcome to paradise!' He thought with a dark smirk.
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Well there you have it for chapter 3! Hope you guys like it. Again depending on how this ^ goes, I might update regularly. I'm on Summer break. So… Yeah.
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~ Cal.