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Later that night, Jeff Hardy walked up to the large Ballroom that had been rented out for the McMahon Valentine's Day party. At the entrance stood two rather large security guards who looked down at Jeff as if he were some sort of hoodlum intent on robbing the casino. Not that Jeff could blame then, he'd had little time after having to wait for the painting to dry then wrapping it up. He'd then dashed to the Bellagio from Caesar's Palace where some of the wrestlers were residing for the PPV. The paint stains were as clear as day on his blue jeans and the tips of his fingers, with his purple dyed hair was pulled back into a messy knot. At the very least, since his jacket was black the paint there wasn't quite so obvious.
One of the guards held a clipboard firmly in his hand, which Jeff guessed was the guest list.
"Your name sir?" The security guard asked gruffly.
"Jeff Hardy," Jeff answered firmly. The guard said nothing and flipped through the pages of the list. The younger Hardy sighed and shook his head. "Look man, I'm just here to deliver a painting to Hunter Helmsley."
The guard stopped at a certain page, picked up his highlighter and made a small mark on the page. "Well you are on the list, though this is a black tie affair, I suggest you change your attire before going in."
Jeff bristled a little at the condescending tone the security guard was leveling him with, even if the words were true.
"Aw shucks, and here I left my best tux at the cleaners," Jeff said dryly, stepping past the security guard and into the room.
He was greeted with the sight of a truly grand ballroom with a crystal chandelier, Persian carpets, and a giant ice sculpture in the middle of the food table. It was full of people mingling and chattering, with waiters bustling about with trays full of Martinis and other assorted drinks.
Jeff immediately felt a little self conscious seeing the fine clothes everyone else was wearing while he was there in his paint stained jeans, tank top and his favourite coat which had definitely seen better days. In other words he stuck out like a sore thumb and wanted nothing more than to drop off the present and get the hell out of there.
Normally Jeff didn't take people's opinions on how he looked too much to heart, but this was a party that his boss Vince McMahon was throwing, which put Jeff more on edge.
Fortunately, he finally spotted a table at the far end where there were other beautifully wrapped gifts. He quickly made his way over, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, walking along the outside wall of the room. He carefully set the painting on the table, and placed the envelope with the poem in it next to the painting.
Jeff turned to try and sneak out the way he came in, when he ran right into Hunter.
"Hey there Skittles," The Game greeted him, holding out a martini.
"Thanks," Jeff said a little nervously, knowing that his departure was going to be delayed. Even still he accepted the martini and took a big gulp, hoping a nice alcohol fix would take the edge off his nervousness.
Hunter raised an eyebrow at Jeff inhaling the first Martini and grabbing a second from a tray passing by. "Take it easy there tiger, there's a whole night ahead of us."
Now it was Jeff's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well you're sticking around for the party, aren't you?" Hunter grinned.
"Um, No," Jeff said taking a gulp of the second Martini. "I didn't even know I was invited, until a few minutes ago."
"Well you are it's the least I can do for the great job you did, and…" Hunter lowered his voice. "And for the little mishap this afternoon."
"It's a nice gesture Hunter, but I can't." Jeff looked away.
"Why not? You're not still mad are you?"
"No, it's just that…" Jeff paused, rubbing the back of his head a little embarrassed. "I'm not exactly dressed for it. I feel grungy, I need to take a shower, and I'm covered in paint..."
Hunter laughed and a knowing smile spread across his face. "I figured you would be. Come on."
With that he grabbed Jeff's wrist and dragged him toward the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was one of those big luxurious bathrooms with, marble sinks, real hand towels to dry your hands instead of paper, and a bathroom attendant.
"Hey, George," Hunter called to the attendant. "Looks like I need my bag after all."
"Yes sir," the attendant nodded before he opened a cupboard and pulled out a leather duffel bag.
Triple H took the bag and handed it to Jeff. "Here Cinderella, put on whatever's in this bag."
Jeff looked down at the bag and then back at Hunter a little uncertain. "Uh Hunter, in case you haven't noticed you're just a little bit bigger than me. What makes you think this is going to fit me?"
"By clever use of a belt and a lot of tucking in," Taker said matter-of-factly.
Jeff gave a defeated shrug and entered the bathroom stall. A few minutes later he emerged dressed in the clothes Hunter had given him. The pants fit alright, but the shirt looked a little lopsided and big, since Jeff's shoulders were not nearly as broad as Hunter's.
"See I told you this wouldn't work," The younger Hardy groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Maybe if you tucked it in a little bit more?" Hunter offered.
"It's tucked into my socks, Hunter," Jeff grumbled.
"Hmmm..." Hunter mulled the question over for a bit, and then snapped his fingers when he got an idea. "Were you wearing another tank top or something under the jersey with all the paint on it?"
"Yeah…" Jeff answered slowly, not quite sure where Hunter was going with this. "I don't think that's going to add anymore bulk."
"Never mind that," Hunter ushered him back toward the stall. "Take my shirt off, put the tank top on and come back out here."
The younger Hardy grumbled under his breath, but did as he was told and soon came back out with the pants and the clean black tank top. The top and the pants matched Jeff's figure well, making him look fresh and streamline, almost model-esque.
"Looking better already," Hunter said as he wet his hands at the sink. "Now if we can just…" Triple H used his wet hands to slick back Jeff's hair into a tight, sleek, ponytail.
"Not so tight…" Jeff hissed pulling his hair out looser.
Hunter frowned and tightened the ponytail back up. "Now look, in order for this to work it's got to be tight so just deal with it. Pain is beauty."
"Pain is pain Hunter," Jeff growled, pulling his hair loose again.
"Thanks, but I really hate having my hair pulled back that tightly." Jeff, ever defiant, loosened the ponytail again. "And I have enough pain from my herniated discs I don't need my head hurting too."
"But Jeff…" Hunter reached to tighten it again.
Jeff turned around to prevent Hunter from getting to the ponytail. "Touch my ponytail one more time, and I'm leaving this party. And I mean it, Hunter."
Hunter held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, Fine just giving you some friendly advice."
"Fine, and since it is advice I can take it or leave it." Jeff said as he started for the door. "Ready to go back to the party?"
Hunter nodded and opened the door for Jeff getting a nice gander at Jeff's ass as he walked by.
"Well I hope you find the rest of this evening somewhat amusing," Hunter sighed as they walked back out into the crowd.
Jeff pulled another martini off a tray, and took a big gulp. "Well, I'll just keep drinking till it is."
000
Over the course of an hour and a half champagne replaced the martinis and Hunter had lost track of Jeff when Vince called Hunter over to meet someone. Soon enough Jeff had wandered off and Hunter had lost sight of him in the crowd.
After not seeing Jeff for awhile Hunter assumed he'd left the party, finding out he was wrong when he saw the younger man coming out of the bathroom. Jeff, spotting Hunter as well made the trek over to him swaying slightly as he walked. It was obvious that the Rainbow Haired Warrior was a little tipsy.
"Hey, 'H'," Jeff greeted him with a lopsided grin. "Wazzup, man? Did you get taller?"
At this point Hunter realized Jeff wasn't just tipsy, he was completely loaded. Discretely, Triple H led the drunken young Hardy over to a chair in the corner of the room.
"Why don't you have a seat right here Jeff?" Hunter offered.
"Why?" The young Hardy queried, looking genuinely confused. "Then I would just have to get up again and that'll make me even dizzier."
"Jeff, just how much did you drink after those three martinis you had earlier?" Hunter raised an eyebrow at him.
"Four Champagnes," Jeff said raising four fingers as if to further prove his point.
"Oh boy…" Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. To those inexperienced in drinking of champagne, it tended to have a delayed reaction in comparison to other alcohols, but when it did hit, it came all at once. Plus having three martinis on top of it would put the average person in a coma. However, Jeff was not the average person.
"I think I drank too much…" Jeff admitted rubbing his temples while he swayed a little. Suddenly he stopped and looked at Hunter as intently as his drunken eyes could muster. "Or…"
"Or what?" Triple H asked, curious to see where Jeff was going with this.
Jeff smiled drunkenly and leaned on Hunter a little before saying quietly. "You slipped something into my drink when I wasn't looking..."
The Game rolled his eyes. "Jeff, I haven't even been near you for the last hour and a half. You just drank more than you should. Just because it's free doesn't mean you have to drink the bar under the table."
"Hunter I gotta tell you a secret," Jeff motioned for Triple H to lean closer.
"What?" Hunter leaned closer.
The young Hardy whispered into Hunter's ear as if it were something of the utmost secrecy. "I used to be afraid of ladders..."
It took all of Hunter's self control not to burst out laughing, but he did let a little snigger escape. "Yeah?"
Jeff nodded, and since he was close to Hunter's ear, The Rainbow-Haired Warrior sniffing the larger man's hair. "You smell nice."
Hunter's sniggering came to an abrupt end, and he pushed the young Hardy away enough to hold him at an arm's length. "Okay, Jeff this is not the time or the place for this. Now wait here for minute, I'm going to get us some coffee."
However, younger Hardy grabbed Hunter's arm. "But I'll be lonely if you leave me man."
At that point, Hunter decided leaving Jeff alone, even for a few minutes was not such a good idea. "On second thought I think it's time for you to go back to your room, and sleep off the alcohol."
Jeff grinned and held on to Hunter's arm as The Game led him toward the exit. "Yeah?" He said slyly. "Are you propositioning me?"
"Nah," Hunter answered, continuing to usher Jeff out of the lounge. "I think you've had enough fun for one night."
"Awe… man…" Jeff pouted, still hanging off Hunter's arm. "I thought the real fun was about to begin."
Hunter sighed somewhat woefully as they got into the elevator. Here Jeff was practically begging for it, but he had promised the young Hardy it one fuck and only one. "As much as I would love to get my hands on you, I made a promise to you and I'm going to keep it."
"I'll never tell if you do..." Jeff said huskily.
Triple H rolled his eyes. "You only want to have fun with me cause you're drunk off your ass…"
"I want to have fun, because I think you're hot," Jeff murmured seductively into Hunter's ear as he pressed his body up against the larger man's.
It was taking every ounce of The Game's self control not to rip the young Hardy's clothes off and take him right there in the elevator. "Thanks but I'm not in the mood right now," He tried to push Jeff away, but ended up shoving the boy a little too hard.
Jeff hit the back wall rather hard, and looked back at Triple H with a shocked and hurt expression on his face. Tears appeared in the young Hardy's eyes and spilled down his cheeks. "You hate me don't you!"
Hunter let out a patient sigh and took Jeff's face inbetween his hands. "No Jeff I don't hate you. if I did, I'd just tear our clothes off, fuck you till you screamed, and leave you in a mess right here in the elevator for some one else to find you just for the added humiliation. That's what I would do if I hated you."
"Oh…" Jeff swallowed the sobs that had been rising in his throat, and calmed down considerably now knowing that Hunter didn't hate him. "I'm sorry for acting like that."
"It's okay," Hunter said, gently wiping away any residual tears with his thumbs. "Contrary to what you think I actually like you, and that's why I can't give into your demands of fun, because I know you would hate me as soon as you were sober. And I wouldn't like that."
The elevator stopped and Hunter led Jeff out, through the lobby, eventually o the front entrance, where Hunter hailed a cab. While Caesar's palace and the Bellagio were right next to each other, the large, sprawling expanse of the two hotels made the walk a lot longer than you'd think. Plus, Triple H needed to get the young Hardy home and get back to the party quickly.
When they finally made it up to Jeff's hotel room, the young hardy seemed to be more sober. He was walking straight and his demeanor was much quieter, apparently the drowsiness caused by alcohol was starting to set in.
Hunter spotted the card key sticking out of the back pocket of Jeff's pants. Carefully he reached in and took the card.
"Oh…Hunter…" Jeff purred with a chuckle as he felt The Game's hand slide into his back pocket.
"What?" Hunter asked, not picking up on the connotation in Jeff's voice.
Instead of answering Jeff turned around and wrapped his hands around Hunter's neck and kissed him. The Game was surprised by Jeff's action; apparently he was not as sober as Hunter thought. Automatically Hunter started kissing back, but caught himself before it went too far and broke the kiss.
"Jeffie, Jeffie," Hunter sighed as he opened the door. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck me silly?" Jeff grinned as they walked into the room, still with his arms around The Game's neck.
"Don't tempt me," Hunter growled on the verge of losing some of his already strained self-control. He tried to pry the young Hardy off him, however the move backfired and they both and fell over onto one of the beds, with Triple H on top.
To make things worse, Jeff tilted his head up to kiss Hunter again.
The Game couldn't hold back anymore. He kissed back with equal fervor, his tongue dancing the dance of desire with Jeff's. The lust began to rise in him, and the feel of Jeff's warm wonton body beneath his was driving him crazy. He broke the kiss with Jeff's lips and started kissing down the young Hardy's neck.
"Why do you torture me like this Hardy?" He rasped between kisses.
"Torture…?" Jeff murmured drowsily between kisses.
Hunter slid his hands down Jeff's torso, then back up again, this time underneath Jeff's shirt. "I want you every time I see you, every time I think of you." His voice grew more husky and wonton as he ran his hands over the lean muscled flesh of Jeff's abdomen and came to rest on the waistline of Jeff's pants. "But I can't have you..."
"Yes you can..." Jeff whispered sleepily.
"You made me promise..." Hunter hissed, the last piece of his conscience crying out, but it fell on the deaf ears of lust. "Oh fuck the promise, you want it right?"
The Game didn't wait for an answer as he began unbuckling Jeff's pants. Once that was done he kissed Jeff's abdomen as he began to unzip his pants. A pleasured moan escaped the Rainbow-Haired Warrior's lips.
Hunter grinned at the reaction and he began to slide the pants down the young Hardy's legs. He looked back up for Jeff's reaction to that, only to find the young Hardy fast asleep.
"Jeff?" Hunter prodded vocally.
His only response was Jeff's soft snores. The Game let out an annoyed groan. "Aw man... He was just drunk after all..." In all honesty Hunter felt weird about banging someone who was completely passed out. Apart from it being tantamount to rape, it was no fun screwing someone who was totally unresponsive.
He untied Jeff's shoes and took them off. Then he finished removing the young Hardy's pants. However, instead of going any further, he merely threw the covers over Jeff and tucked him in.
Hunter gazed at the sleeping Hardy for a few fleeting seconds before tenderly kissing the Rainbow-Haired Warrior on the lips, before leaving the room…
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Hehehe! I had a lot of fun writing this. As kind of a parody I had drunken Jeff act like how Jeff is usually portrayed in slash fiction, sex addict, overly emotional, and/or kinda Hunter's little toy. All of which he is not, unless he is really, really plastered,three Martinis and four glasses of champagne will do that to you.
I have a feeling this is not the end of Jeff and Hunter's awkward relationship...