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Triple H stormed down the hallway, he was being pitted in a triple threat match against JBL and Mr. Kennedy for a chance at the WWE title in Randy Orton's possession. Hence he was seeking out Jeff Hardy for a little "warm-up".
He finally located the Rainbow Haired warrior in one of the locker rooms painting Jamal "Umaga" Fatu's face of all things. Jeff was adding his own artistic twist to Umaga's signature samoan face markings.
"How's it looking?" Umaga asked.
"Man you're gonna look so bad ass," Jeff Hardy grinned, "You'll give The Undertaker a run for his money."
"Perfect." Umaga smirked
Suddenly, the door flung open and Triple H entered, startling both men, luckily Jeff hadn't put the brush back on Umaga's face yet. Hunter looked between the two of them a little perplexed, he did not know they were on friendly terms.
"You two know each other?" Hunter quirked an eyebrow
"Yeah, back when Jamal here was part of "3 Minute Warning"" Jeff said going back to painting. "We put each other through some tables."
"Correction, I put you through a table." Umaga corrected with a grin.
"More like laid me out on a table. And then sat on it."
"From the top rope!"
Triple H shook his head in annoyance. He did not have time for this.
"Jeff I need to talk to you. Now." Hunter said in a low stern voice.
Jeff by this time knew all of Hunter's code words for their little meetings. "Talk" usually meant he needed to have quick, pre-match sex.
"All right, give me five minutes I'm almost done." Jeff replied not looking away from his face painting.
"Now!"
"Five minutes!" Jeff snapped finally looking at him. "You can't let Jamal go out and cut a promo half painted."
Hunter let out a frustrated snort, but turned toward the door. "Five minutes." He said before leaving.
Umaga watched Hunter go and then looked back at Jeff very confused. "What's with him?"
Jeff shrugged and played it off casual. "Who knows? He's just an impatient guy."
Sure enough, exactly 5 minutes later Hunter came tromping back in. Luckily by that time Jeff had finished and was packing away his paint while Umaga practiced frightening facial expressions in the mirror.
Hunter grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the room.
"Hey, ow what's the matter with you? There's plenty of time." Jeff said managing to wriggle his arm free from Hunter's grip, but continued to follow in step next to him
"I have an interview soon and there won't be time after that." Hunter said shortly, in clipped words making his annoyance known.
"Yeah, well, still ease up on the unnecessary roughness. I'm your sex toy not your punching bag." Jeff quipped with a smirk.
Hunter looked over at Jeff in surprise then his angry tension broke and he laughed. The bonus Hunter found when he started his affair with the Rainbow Haired Warrior, was Jeff always seemed to know how to make him laugh. There were few people who could do it so easily.
They quickly found an empty room. Hunter pushed Jeff inside, and locked the door.
"What's with you, man?" Jeff rubbed the part of his back where Hunter had pushed him.
"What do you mean?" Hunter quirked an eyebrow.
"I mean I'm the one who's about to get fucked, but you're the one acting like you've got something up your ass."
"Shut up and strip."
Jeff rolled his eyes and began to undo the beltbuckle of his pants. No sooner had he undressed than he felt himself being pressed up against the wall. He realized it was going to be one of those quick and rough sessions. Hunter must have a high stakes match next, the stress and his nerves and adrenaline causing problems in more ways than one. Jeff guessed Hunter probably already had a hard on when he first sought him out. No wonder he was so impatient when Jeff asked him to wait five minutes.
Jeff grimaced, as Hunter entered him and began thrusting. When Jeff first experienced these rougher session, or "Love maulings" as he had come to call them, he did not like them at all, mainly because of how sore it made his body feel afterward. However, after a couple of times and some advice from Hunter, he figured out could move his body in time to Hunter's rhythm in order to spare his back and body from the full brunt of Hunter's movements, Jeff began to discover these love maulings were not all bad. All the musk, pheromones, adrenaline and just primal energy coming off Hunter seemed to flow into Jeff and set his heart to pumping. The endorphines raging through his nerves breaking up any nervousness or tension. It was almost the same kind of rush he got when he was in the ring, the crowd rising to their feet as he rose to perform the swanton bomb from a particularly high location.
So even though he felt sore in the aftermath, he felt a strange, exciting energy coursing through him, that made him want to just fly into the ring.
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Jeff's tag-team match had gone well. It had ended in a victory thanks to a swanton bomb followed by a samoan spike. Although it was a bit disappointing by the fact that it was not to Randy that those two things had been delivered.
At the beginning of the match Orton had some how slithered out of the fight by virtue that he had to save himself for the people paying to watch him defeat his opponent at Backlash. He announced his replacement to be John Morrison.
Oh well, if he couldn't nail Randy, watching a past rival getting tossed around by Umaga would have to suffice.
The present found Jeff sitting in the hotel courtyard. Even though it was 11 at night it was warm out and Jeff wasn't ready to sleep just yet.
Jeff found his solitude broken when a familiar figure sat down on the bench next to him. Despite knowing who it was without looking up from his texting, Jeff jumped a little when a strong arm was slung around his shoulder.
"Yo." Jeff greeted Hunter casually not looking up from the text he was writing to his brother. Hunter leaned in to peek at what Jeff was writing, but without missing a beat or looking up Jeff put up a hand and pushed The Game's head away."Congrats on winning, Cena and JBL put you through some paces. No wonder you you were so stressed out before the match."
"Yeah, Championship shot on top of it too, but you took care of that stress pretty well." Hunter grinned kissing Jeff on the side of the head.
Jeff smiled and finished his text before finally turning to face Hunter. "Here's a favor you can do for me. Beat the holy hell out of Orton for me?"
Hunter chuckled. "I think I can manage that. You could always cash in the money in the bank and make it a triple threat and do it yourself."
Jeff shook his head regretfully. "Naw, they got me booked to face Morrison for my Intercontinental Championship."
"Oh yeah I forgot about that." Hunter said leaning back and looking up at the sky. "When do you think you will?"
Jeff smiled and looked up at the stars thoughtfully. "I wanna find just the right moment to do it that'll blow people's minds."
"Can't wait to see it. Hopefully I won't be on the receiving end." Triple H smirked.
"Well you know me, always expect the unexpected." Jeff smirked back. "And a good policy to follow with you too."
"Heh. Too true." Hunter chuckled.
After a rather thick silence with Jeff just quite literally staring off into space, Hunter just lazily gazed around the courtyard, his eyes scanning over the modern art amongst the foilage. Honestly, how people could call certain things art was beyond him. One of the "sculptures" just looked like a big piece of twisted junk metal.
Coming off the high from the show, he still was not ready for sleep, but he was bored of just sitting here in silence so he nudged Jeff hoping, the younger man had some entertaining insight.
"Jeff?" Hunter looked over at his companion who didn't respond. Hunter rolled his eyes and gently nudged Jeff out out of his trance.
"Hm?" Jeff looked at him as if he had been awoken from sleep even though he had still been conscious.
"Hey space case," Hunter said with a chuckle. "Maybe you can answer my question, what makes that art?" He cocked his head toward the metal sculpture.
"Someone took the time to mold it, weld it, shape it into something else." Jeff said simply.
"Yeah but what? It still looks like scrap metal to me." Hunter shrugged. "Oh and don't give me that "it's up to the viewer's own interpretation" cop out, I've sat here trying to figure it out and I'm coming up with nothing."
A small mysterious smile crossed Jeff's face. "Maybe you just need to look at it from a different perspective." He got up from the bench and walked over with a casual relaxed swagger, that had strange sensuality to it, at least from where Hunter was sitting. Without even a command or motion from Jeff, he got up and followed.
"Now lie down." Jeff said as Hunter came to stand beside him.
He quirked an eyebrow at Jeff. Normally he didn't like the idea of lying down and getting his clothes dirty over a sculpture, but the intense look in Jeff's eyes and that strange smile on his face made him obey, just out of sheer curiosity of where this was going.
Jeff lay down next to him, his body going in the opposite direction, but his head was right next to Hunter's. "Now you've got one perspective and I've got another, now tell me what you see."
"Uh...metal." Hunter said flatly, partly just to tweak Jeff a little.
Jeff let out a patient sigh. "Instead of just looking at the material look at the form is shapes, what's it remind you of?" He turned his head to look at Hunter, who turned his head to look at him in return, their faces less than an inch apart. "Think of it like it's alive."
"Alive?" Hunter looked at him curiously.
Jeff nodded and looked back up at the sculpture. Hunter blinked and did the same. He studied the lines of the sculpture carefully, and then he saw it. They looked human. He could define two heads, hands feet and other limbs all entwined together almost like...
"It looks like two people hugging." Hunter said after a few minutes turning his head to Jeff again.
Jeff turned to look at him again, "Nice one. I was going to say wrestling, but lovers works too."
"Could be both, they could be wrestling in bed." Hunter laughed and Jeff chuckled.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence until Jeff suddenly spoke. "If you came from one one of those stars which one would it be?"
"Me? Hm. Hadn't really thought about it. I didn't think I might be an alien or something." Hunter chuckled, which earned him a soft laugh from Jeff as well. "But, I think I like that big shiny star right in the middle of Orion's belt there."
"Champion on another planet huh?" Jeff said laughter evident in his voice.
"The planet of champions." Hunter smirked. He suddenly felt soft fingers in his hair, and closed his eyes enjoying the feeling Jeff gently caressing his hair, and his soft voice laced with that thick southern accent was wonderfully soothing. He should let Jeff yammer on quietly after matches more often.
"I wonder what it would be like to look at this planet as someone from outerspace." Jeff said distantly. "What our world looks like from the eyes of someone from Mars or something"
Suddenly the gently caresses stopped and Jeff went silent. Hunter looked over at the Rainbow Haired Warrior who was staring intently up at the stars. Jeff had that distant expression that always seemed to come across his face when he was in his own little world and not really seeing what he was staring at. When the Rainbow Haired Warrior was in one of those zones Hunter would give anything to get in Jeff's head and see what was going on in there.
Back when they were friends, Edge had once said about the younger Hardy's mind that if it was not a frightening place and was as serene and calm as he thought it was, then it might be a nice place to take a vacation. It was true, most of the time when Jeff zoned out in thoughtful distance like he was now, he did have an air of calm about him. However, Hunter had seen other moments, when the intensity of Hardy's distant eyes would make the Undertaker flinch. Those were the times when he did not want to know what was going on.
On the other hand, for someone who allowed himself to drift off into space and zone out, Jeff seemed to be in perfect control of his mental capicities when he was having sex, orgasm and all. The voice that moaned Hunter's name was always firm and semi-coherent, never rasping in an overcome, ecstasy ridden whisper. And afterwards when he looked into those emerald eyes there was still something guarded, like they were looking through him instead of letting him in. He wondered if Jeff just ever really let himself go, ever let himself be conquered or pleasured, it was as if like he put up a wall between himself and Hunter, so the Game would never truly see him vulnerable. Perhaps that was one of the things that kept Hunter interested, he wanted to break down those walls to find out who Jeff Hardy truly was.
And yet Hunter could relate. He always had to keep up his reputation as "The Game" and the "King of Kings" never truly letting go himself, not allowing anyone to see him spent and vulnerable, with exceptions of Stephanie and Shawn Michaels, whom he trusted with his life.
Perhaps that was it. Jeff didn't trust him. He couldn't blame the younger Hardy for that either, he did not exactly have a reputation for being a trustworthy guy. Besides why did he want to know about Jeff that much anyway? He was just in it for the sex and some entertaining companionship right?
Well that's what he had intended anyway, just to have the Jeff Hardy experience for awhile, and then move on. But what he had found was the most unique person he had ever met. He did at times wonder if Jeff Hardy did come from another planet. A star child.
And he found it increasingly harder to regard Jeff Hardy as simply just another notch on his belt.
"Jeff?" Hunter finally said after awhile.
Jeff turned to look at him that mysterious smile back on his face, but the intense, focused look was gone and replaced by a sparkle, like the stars they were looking at. Was Jeff happy about what he had said about the star question before?
"I think I see the stars in your eyes, Jeff," Hunter suddenly said. What made him say it he did not know, but he kind of felt stupid for its corniness.
Jeff's smile broadened and he rolled up on his elbows to hover above Hunter's face. "And I think I see them in your eyes too."
Hunter blinked a little surprised that Jeff shared the sentiment, but unlike himself, Jeff didn't seem embarrassed at all in saying it. There was something different in Jeff's eyes that he had not seen before. Some of the walls were down, similar to when they had been the morning after Wrestlemania when Jeff confessed about his troubled past. But this time they seemed filled with a calm joy, instead of an abyss of despair. It was the eyes of someone who in this moment was perfectly content.
And Hunter wished he could share in that feeling, as the feeling of perfect contentment came so rare. As if Jeff read his mind, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Hunter's forehead. His calm aura seemed to spread and absorb into Hunter, and The Game felt every tense muscle in his body relax.
"Goodnight." Jeff suddenly said getting up. "Thanks for sharing."
Hunter blinked a couple of times a little startled at Jeff's abrupt leaving. It took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts and get up. Jeff had already disappeared into the building, and Hunter made his way over there in a little bit of a daze. The only other people that made him feel so calm and relaxed were Stephanie and the kids.
Maybe he would have to rethink his position with Jeff Hardy. But what had made Jeff open up more to him?
Perhaps because it was Triple H had stepped outside of himself. He had never before laid on the ground to look at a sculpture or talk about the stars with another guy. At least not since he was a kid. For the at little moment in time he had put away his "Game" facade and Jeff had reciprocated.
Hunter did admit it was nice shedding his persona for awhile and be carefree. Maybe with Jeff he would not be afraid to do it more often.
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I think this is one of my fav chapters so far.