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Triple H slowly changed out of his wrestling gear hoping to take up enough time so he would not have to wait too long before Jeff arrived. He was eager to get Jeff's answer after what he'd proposed the night before, so waiting idly would drive him crazy.
Fortunately for him just as he had finished putting on his jeans there was a knock at his door. He took a deep calming breath and took a moment to insure no excitement would be evident on his face before opening the door. Sure enough the object of his desire was standing there with hair freshly dyed blue from yesterday.
"Um…" Jeff shifted uncomfortably.
"Well Jeff, what brings you by?" Hunter teased.
"You know damn well what…" Jeff muttered rolling his eyes.
Hunter chuckled softly and ushered Jeff in. The younger man stopped in the middle of the room and took a deep breath, keeping his back turned toward Hunter.
"Well?" Hunter prodded, allowing some of his pent up eagerness to slip through.
Jeff swallowed hard not able to bring himself to look around. "I'm… I'm gonna accept your proposition."
"You are?" A wide grin spread across Hunter's face.
"Yeah," Jeff confirmed, still not looking around.
Hunter let out another soft chuckle while he slowly walked up behind Jeff and wrapped his arms the younger wrestler's waist. Jeff tensed up and managed to pull away before finally turning around to face a very confused Hunter.
"Hold up. I'm gonna go along with this, but only if you agree to some rules I got with me," Jeff said, his voice firm and unwavering.
Hunter folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at Jeff. "Rules?"
"Yeah, kind of a like the Ten Commandments," Jeff explained as he opened his bag and pulled out one of his sketchbooks. "This is my first time being with another guy, and you man, you have a reputation of screwing people over. So I'm just trying to cover my ass, uh…figuratively speaking."
Hunter nodded slowly, still not liking the idea of rules. "All right, let's hear them."
Jeff opened his book and cleared his throat. "Number one, No weird stuff, which includes but is not limited to, orgies, threesomes, basically involving more than just you and me, Sadomasochism, bondage, attempting to kill me, cutting, dressing up, etc. Although sometimes the dressing up thing I might be lenient."
"That's okay," Hunter chuckled. "I'm not looking for that kind of excitement either."
"All right, we're on the same with that one, that's good." Jeff breathed a small sigh of relief before continuing. "Number two, nothing goes in my mouth, besides your tongue."
Hunter's eyes widened at that. "What?! You mean you won't--?!"
"No." Jeff answered calmly.
"Why not?"
"Because the idea of sucking another guy's dick makes me want to throw up okay." Jeff grumbled.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Hunter protested.
"I said no!"Jeff snapped, his expression showing that he was completely adamant about this rule. "And this rule ain't negotiable
"I can't believe this," Hunter growled, shaking his head.
"Fine," Jeff closed the sketchbook and shouldered his bag as he stood. "If you won't go along with me on this stuff, you can forget the whole thing," He said striding toward the door.
"Wait," Hunter grabbed Jeff's arm as he walked by. "Fine, fine no fellaccio. Now sit down and tell me the rest of your rules."
Hunter had decided somewhat grudgingly to agree to the young Hardy's rule. He figured even with the limitation it was better than not having Jeff at all.
Jeff nodded and sat back down on one of the benches across from Hunter and opened the book again. "Number 3, any sex has got to happen at least more than a half an hour before my match starts, you know so I can get cleaned up and ready for the match. Also I want at least two hours to recover after one of my matches before you come looking for some action."
"That sounds fair," Hunter nodded. "Go on."
"Number 4, I'm not going to have sex with you more than two times a day,"
"Why not?!" Hunter snapped looking very unhappy at this second limitation.
"Medical reasons…" Jeff stated casually.
"Medical reasons?" Hunter raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"The herniated discs in my back can't take all your thrusting," Jeff smirked. "You tend to get really into the moment."
Hunter laughed. "I guess I am little rough. Okay I'll agree to that, but what about other sex things that don't involve thrusting, things that won't hurt your back, like feeling you up or molesting you mouth with my tongue."
Jeff rolled his eyes but an amused look remained on his face. "All right, I'll amend it to say, no sex activities that hurt my back more than twice a day."
"Good deal." Hunter grinned. "Now, what about five?"
"Five," Jeff leaned back against the lockers. "No sex if my brother is nearby, like in the arena. So basically when Matt's around keep the snake its cage okay?" He let out a weary sigh. "He's going to freak out enough when I tell him…"
"I can see that," Hunter let out a sigh of his own. "The way he's so protective around you, if he walked in on us kicking it, he'd probably have a heart attack."
"No shit," Jeff chuckled. "All right, number six."
"Yay, we're past the half way point." Hunter stretched his arms and rested them behind his head as he too leaned back against the lockers.
"Number six," Jeff continued nonchalantly. "I know having affairs with people is a business thing for you, so I understand if while you're with me you got to sleep with someone else, it's all right. However, I come first okay? Both figuratively and literally."
Hunter's mouth fell open in surprise. Despite all of the previous limitations, Jeff had put on their relationship; the younger man had allowed him this freedom. It was a strange contrast, but so was Jeff Hardy in general.
"I'll go with that," Hunter grinned.
"I figured you would," Jeff said dryly. "And that leads me into number seven. We're going to use protection, every time. I know I let you get away with it that first time after Armageddon, but from here on in, protection. Because I don't know who you're screwing besides me and I don't care, but I sure as hell ain't gonna have one of their diseases transmitted to me."
Hunter nodded, still happy and agreeable about the sixth rule. "That's reasonable, and we don't want to get you pregnant either."
Jeff let out a soft laugh, before he continued. "Number eight, I get to ask one favor of you per sexual thing we have. But I have the right to not have to cash in that favor right there and then. I can save the favor till a later date. I'll keep a tally of when we had our escapades and favors owed and paid off."
"Why Jeff, this is a side of you I've never seen, how business like of you," The Cheshire cat grin crossed Hunter's face.
"Yeah, well, it's just out of necessity," Jeff shrugged. "Number nine."
"Good, we're almost done." Hunter sat forward and rested his head in his hand.
Jeff got up and walked over to Hunter. He tapped the older man gently on the top of his head with the sketchbook. "Hey pay attention; these last two are really important."
"Okay," Hunter absently rubbed his head as he stood up to face Jeff eye to eye.
"Number nine. You WILL honor the favors that I ask of you, if they are in your power to give." Jeff prodded Hunter's chest with his finger for emphasis.
Hunter shrugged. "That goes without saying. I do live up to my promises and if you don't believe me, just ask Shawn or Cena."
Jeff eyed Hunter for a few moments. That rule had gone over better than Jeff expected. "Okay… I guess we're on to number ten."
"Last but not least." Hunter smiled, quite happy that they were at the end of this and soon Jeff, for the most part, would be his.
Jeff swallowed hard and read the last rule. "And number ten, I have the right to terminate this relationship if you break one of these rules, or if I'm feeling threatened by this relationship."
The young Hardy shifted uncomfortably as Hunter remained silent for a few moments, his face unreadable then The Game extended a hand to the Rainbow-Haired Warrior. "Deal."
Jeff stared at Hunter in shock for a moment. He had not expected Triple H to so readily agree to his demands. He hesitated for a few seconds before taking Hunter's hand and shaking it. "Deal"
With that Jeff held out his sketchbook, and a pen. "Sign this."
"Everything official, eh?" Hunter smirked signing his name just under the rules.
"I've signed enough contracts and watched enough of Judge Judy to know to get stuff in writing." Jeff smirked back.
When Hunter had finished signing, Jeff took the book back and walked over to put it back into his bag. Suddenly, Hunter strode up and wrapped his arms around Jeff's waist.
"What do you say we get this little relationship started?" Hunter whispered into Jeff's ear.
Jeff tensed up in Hunter's arms. "Here? Right now?"
"No better time." Hunter purred.
Jeff shivered a little as Hunter reached around to slowly unzip his high neck jacket. The zipper came down, but only to the level of his collar bone. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the feel of Hunter's lips brushing against the newly exposed flesh of his throat.
Despite his former eagerness to get into Jeff's pants Hunter wanted to take it slower now that the younger man belonged to him. He wanted to seduce Jeff this time; he wanted Jeff to want what he wanted. Hunter wanted Jeff to enjoy it so he would not be a cold fish again like he had been at Armageddon.
Already it seemed Jeff was taking on that behavior, as the young Hardy merely let his arms hang at his sides and held almost completely still. Even though this allowed Hunter to do as he pleased, it annoyed him that Jeff was not participating again.
Hunter decided to put a stop to that. He suddenly unzipped the jacket all the way and practically ripped it off of Jeff's shoulders. He spun Jeff around to face him and pushed him up against the lockers, eliciting a surprised yelp from the young Hardy.
In sharp contrast to the almost violent motions before, Hunter took one of Jeff's hands and slowly raised it up to kiss the palm. He glanced back at the younger wrestler, and saw Jeff was just staring at him. However, it was not an empty stare, but one that wondered, "What's going to happen now?"
It was then Hunter realized that to keep Jeff from staring off into space and mentally fading into his own little world, he would have to keep younger man guessing at what would happen next.
With a grin Triple H began kissing each one of Jeff's finger tips. He noted Jeff had very slender fingers compared to his own. Beautiful hands.
Jeff was clearly not comfortable with having such a precious limb as his right hand so close to Hunter's mouth. There was worry and strain on the younger man's features, as if he were fighting the urge to pull away in order to live up to the agreement they had just made.
After finishing with the fingertip kisses Hunter positioned Jeff's arm around his neck indicating what he wanted Jeff to do. The younger man responded in kind by raising up his other arm and wrapped it around Hunter's neck as well.
The older man's grin grew broader as he pulled Jeff's body up against his own. He chuckled softly when he saw Jeff visibly blush as their groins pressed up against each other.
They were so close he could feel the small shivers running through Jeff's body as he trembled. Hunter studied Jeff's flushed face for a few seconds, it was evident the younger man was trying to put on a good calm face but was failing at it. The nervousness in those emerald eyes betrayed everything.
His gaze traveled down from Jeff's eyes to his lips, which had that perfect curve one always saw on marble statues and elegant paintings. Oh how Hunter wanted to ravish those beautiful lips, but not just yet. Jeff would be expecting that. Instead Hunter chose to bend his head down and hotly kiss him in the spot where his shoulder met his neck.
Jeff let out a soft moan as Hunter trailed a line of kisses down to his collar bone and then ran his tongue across the clavicle.
"I gotta admit," Jeff murmured. "You know all the right places."
Hunter paused to look up at Jeff with a grin on his face. "I've had a lot of practice."
Without another word Hunter slipped his hand down the front of Jeff's pants and cupped him through his boxers. Jeff let out a startled gasp, but did not try to pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around Hunter's neck and pressed his groin more against Hunter's hand.
"I can tell…" Jeff rasped between ragged breaths.
The young Hardy's eyes rolled back into his head and the lids drifted closed as Hunter's ministrations sent waves of pleasure through his body. The next thing Jeff knew, he was on his back on the floor with Triple H on top of him.
Then just as Jeff was beginning to find himself lost in a haze of pleasure, it stopped. Hunter had stopped kissing and fondling him, in fact larger man had gotten off of him all together.
Jeff winced as he had become almost painfully aroused by Hunter's previous conduct. He propped himself up on his elbows to find out why the encounter had ended so abruptly, and if it was necessary to finish the orgasm himself.
"Hunter?" Jeff said softly, when he spotted Hunter rifling through his duffel bag. "Are you going to finish this or not?"
"Oh, I'm going to finish it," Hunter said when he found what he was looking for and turned around holding up a tube of lube and a condom. "I just wanted to keep with the rules."
Jeff's face fell a little as he realized Hunter meant to go all the way right now. His first experience of actual sex with Hunter had not been a pleasant one; in fact it had been downright painful. The memory of it, made his blooming erection start to wilt.
What have I gotten myself into…? Was the thought running through Jeff's head as he realized he had just signed himself to this whenever Hunter pleased.
"Wait, wait" Jeff began to give himself some breathing room as Hunter advanced on him. "Do you really want to do this here? In the locker room?"
Hunter frowned and went over to the door and made sure it was locked before turning back to Jeff with a slightly dark expression. "Yes. You've kept me waiting quite awhile, so don't think you're getting out of this," Hunter's voice remained in it's even, husky tone, but there was a slight edge of warning in it.
"I…I wasn't…" Jeff trailed off when he realized there was no getting out of this. The fact that he had willingly gotten himself into this mess in the first place made him feel even worse.
Jeff shakily lay back down on the floor, covering his eyes with his hand.
Hunter frowned and glared down at Jeff's shaking form. Even with all of his methods of seduction, Jeff was still acting as if he were being forced into this, even though he had agreed to it.
Calm down Hunter he's just nervous… Triple H reminded himself that this whole situation was a new thing for Jeff, so naturally the younger man was a little apprehensive particularly since their first experience together had not been a totally pleasant one for Jeff. On the other hand Hunter had not expected a man who readily jumped off ladders to be so skittish.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Hunter knelt down beside him and gently ran his fingers through Jeff's hair. "But you need to relax."
Jeff swallowed hard and nodded before he slid a shaky hand down to undo his pants, however Hunter stopped his hand and leaned down to kiss him. It was the same kind of kiss they had shared in the limo the day before. Hunter could feel Jeff's trembling cease and his body begin to relax.
As the younger man's body loosened up, Hunter reached down and unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper of Jeff's pants.
"Now are you ready to take things up a notch?" Hunter smirked as he tugged Jeff's cargo jeans and boxers down to his knees.
Surprisingly, the younger man put on a smirk of his own. "Just try not to holler louder than me."
Hunter laughed, glad to see Jeff's smart mouth had returned. It meant Jeff nervousness had been taken down. "Just out of curiosity, did someone help you write out those rules?"
Jeff absently rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "Yeah… Shawn… I knew you told him about us, so I went for some advice."
"I should have known…" Hunter let out a dry laugh as he poured a considerable amount of lube into his hands and carefully prepared Jeff and himself for entrance.
"Ready?" Hunter asked huskily.
Jeff took in a deep breath and nodded firmly. "Yeah."
And with that, The Game took Jeff for all he was worth, thinking that the younger man finally belonged to him. Little did he know that the Rainbow Haired Warrior would take hold of him more than he could have ever imagined…
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It seems Jeff and Hunter have taken their relationship to a different level….wait till Matt finds out….