Disclaimer: I know I know it's been a while. I'm hoping this makes up for your wait and if not I'm sorry. Between work, college, and working on another story I've been swamped. Hopefully you won't have to wait so long next time.

No no "No!" Jeff awoke with a scream, sheets sticking to him from the sweat dripping off his body. It's been almost two month since everything happened to him and today would be his first day back to work. Phil had said he should and Jeff argued and that led to a big fight which explained why his boyfriend was sleeping on the couch right now and not in the bed with him. Of course that's where he's been for the past couple of nights. It seems like all they've been doing is arguing, if it's not about work then it's about sex. Jeff was still trying to convince Punk that he was truly okay, that it's what he needed…what he wanted. Throwing the sheets off himself, he slung his legs over the side of the bed, letting his bare feet hit the carpeted floor. Sighing, Jeff got out of bed and made his way to the shower only to find that someone was already occupying it. He was going to turn around and leave really he was but he knew it was his boyfriend in there, the boyfriend that had been avoiding him physically. Biting his lip Jeff made a decision, now whether or not it would pay off would be a whole other thing. He slipped off his black wife beater and the sleep pants he had been wearing leaving them in the doorway then, taking a deep breath he stepped into the shower.

"Son of a bitch, Jeff. Scared the shit out of me." Phil let out a startled yell when he turned around to see the blonde standing behind him?

"Well that's just romantic." He smirked. Yes he was trying to do the cute shower sex thing and having the younger man curse at him wasn't exactly what he had pictured.

"I wasn't trying to be. Jeff what are you doing?" Jeff's hands had found their way to Punk's body almost of their own accord and were lightly trailing around. His boyfriend took a deep breath before grasping Jeff's hands with his own and pulling them away. He even looked like he was struggling with it.

"Jeff…" He didn't get time to finish before Jeff was cutting him off. He understood where Phil was coming from he really did but this wasn't fair anymore. Jeff was a grown ass man and he could tell when he was fine and ready for something.

"Dammit Phillip! Do you know how fucking frustrating this is for me?! You're acting like you're the one who got raped. I've come to terms with it though, it's all in the past and that's where'd I'd like for it to stay but every time you deny me it puts me right back to feeling like you don't love me anymore, that you think I'm just a dirty whore or something well I'm tired of it. Trust me when say that I'm okay." Olive green eyes were staring straight at him but it was like he didn't even hear what Jeff was saying because all he did was start to say something but just stepped out of the shower instead. Oh no he was t getting away that easily, not this time. Turning off the water he got out as well, wrapping at towel around his waist before going into the living room where Phil had apparently ran off to.

"Phillip Jack Brooks do not tucking walk away from this. We are going to have this conversation whether you want to or not." The younger man was sitting on the couch when he came in and at Jeff's exclamation threw his head back with an annoyed sigh.

"Jeff I'm not.."

"Well I am." How did he know what he was going to say? Because it had been the same defense for weeks now. He's not sure Jeff is really fully okay. He wasn't sure he was ready for sex so soon. If you could call two months soon. Yes it had gotten a little heated between them a few times but Phil had always stopped it before it got too intense. Which only annoyed Jeff further and made him want to rip his own hair out.

"You just have to believe me." Jeff's voice was softer as he sat beside his lover and took his hands in his.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jeff. I don't want you to suffer anything even similar to the pain you felt." So this was about Phil's insecurities? Of course he had only been with a man once and that man was him. But it wasmt like that first time was something horrible, sure it hurt at first because of his inexperience but with practice it would have gotten better. Shit. Practice was something he didn't have though because of the situation.

"Phil look at me." He hooked fingers under his boyfriends chin to make him comply.

"I know you're scared, and I guess I am too a little but we can't be scared forever. I love you Phillip." Finally! He said it, those three tiny words that he had been dying to say for months now. Those words changed something in Punk too.

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There they were. The words he had been dying to hear for some time now. He hadn't thought about how this was affecting Jeff's emotional stability, him always denying him. Maybe he truly was okay, fully healed and ready to move on with his life. Even if he was though Punk wasn't about to just jump his bones right here and now. He deserved much more than that. Plus even if he was, let's go with healed, he was still angry with him for agreeing to do his first match back with the man who kidnapped him. Title match or not it was a stupid thing to do.

"Jeff please reconsider this match tomorrow." He tried to reason for the hundredth time since he learned what was in the cards for Monday Night RAW. Jeff rolled his eyes and stood from his spot on the couch.

"You're not going to talk me out of it. I need to do this."

"You don't need to do anything but stay away from that fucking psycho! You realize Vince has been working him nonstop so he doesn't go home and find out that you're not there? Because if he did he'd make it his life mission to find you again? Jeff think about what you're doing, what you're going to be putting yourself through!"

"I have! I can't hide forever, Punk. I won't." The determination in his boyfriend's eyes was hard to miss and Phil knew that when he was like that there was no chance of talking sense into him.

"Fine but I'm going with you." Jeff sighed but nodded and smiled.

"Was that even a question?" the way he said it made Punk smirk. Like he wouldn't have it any other way or something. Which was good because he had already packed for the trip to Manchester, New Hampshire. He wasn't sure if they were driving or what was going on with that but it wasmt like he really cared. He just wanted to make sure Jeff was safe. Punk placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips, before getting up to get dressed. His plan had been to take a shower then wake Jeff up to do the same then be about their way but now that Jeff was already awake that'd knock at least 5 minutes off their morning.

"How about you go take a shower while I pack the car up."

"Okay but we're going to the airport. I already made Matty get the tickets for all four of us. There is no way I'm going to be stuck in a car with Matt and Amy for 13 hours… again. I'm just not in the mood to handle them." Phil didn't know what Jeff was talking about but he didn't question it either. He just nodded and went to out their suitcases in the car. When he came back Jeff was dressed, apparently he didn't take a shower.

"Ready?" He asked Jeff who was standing in front of a mirror messing with his hair. It was still its natural blonde because he hadn't gotten around to dying it. Frankly Punk liked it natural better but he also realized that it was just a part of Jeff for him to dye it.

"Actually I think I wanna get my hair cut. Yeah, let's go to town real fast."

"When's the flight?" Phil asked only to get a stern look from his partner.

"One. Don't worry we have plenty of time. Now cane we please go to town? The longer you stand here staring at me the more time you waste." Well wasn't he just saucy this morning. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. In fact it kind of turned Punk on. Dammit not right now. Sighing, mostly at himself, Punk stepped aside and motioned for Jeff to lead the way before he grabbed the keys from the counter and shut the door behind them.

When they go to the, basically salon, ran by Jeff's friend Shannon's sister it was almost noon and there were a few people in front of the 'Charismatic Enigma' and Punk was starting to worry a bit. He was never really a stickler for being on time or anything but he just wanted to get this over with. He never told anyone, with the exception of Colt, that he was scared of flying. Not that he had ever flown before but the thought of it, being trapped in a big metal death trap thousands of feet above the ground kind of freaked him out. That's why he preferred to drive to every show. As soon as they walked in Jeff was greeted by the numerous people and why wouldn't he be. In this town he was just a regular person, a boy they've all known since he was little, went to school with him. Here he wasn't a celebrity, he was just Jeff Hardy, the boy down the road. Punk found himself hoping that one day he'd be considered a part of this town as well. Especially if it meant that much to Jeff. Sure some people around here knew him now since he was the one who got out and did all the shopping since Jeff didn't feel like it. A few of them even asked how he was doing and how Jeff was doing but it was nothing like how it is when one of the regulars walked in somewhere.

"Hey guys." Jeff beamed at everyone. This was the Jeff everyone knew, the one that was full of life. Not the one who had been broken, hell this is the Jeff that Punk had fallen in love with.

"Jeffrey, where have you been? This one just said that you weren't feeling up to seeing anyone." When the older gentleman said 'this one' he jerked his thumb in Punk's direction. Jeff looked at him and smiled before answering the old man.

"He was right, Jack. Something had happened and I wasn't feeling very sociable. But everything's okay now. Can you forgive me?" Jeff asked Jack, his green eyes wide until the man spoke again.

"I suppose we can. I knew you wouldn't miss out chess matches without a good reason. Now will you remind me of your friends name?" Punk shifted his footing because he knew what was coming. Sure he didn't expect Jeff to tell everyone he was his boyfriend but it would have been nice to not be known as just his friend.

"Actually he's my partner and his name is Phil." What? He… Jeff fucking told them. Punk smiled and met eyes a couple of shades lighter than his own. Jack however, didn't seem to get it.

"I thought your brother was you're partner? You just gonna throw him aside now?" Jeff shook his head and sighed and Punk watched as he tried to come up with another explanation.

"Not my tag team partner. He's… well he's my boyfriend." The older man looked between the two youngest before he threw up his hand.

"Well why didn't you just say that? Keep him Jeffrey, he's a good man. And Phil, if you hurt him the whole town will come after you." Punk couldn't help but to chuckle even though he knew Jack was being serious.

"Don't worry. I'd be stupid to hurt him."

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Jeff loved his town. It's part of why he never wanted to leave. After his boyfriend was threatened by Jack, he was allowed ahead of some others waiting and got his hair cut. Sure it was a little weird but what part of his life wasn't? It was short in the back but on top it was longer and even though Emily had offered to color it he kept it natural. He wasn't quite ready to change it. Plus he knew Punk liked him blonde, sure he never said it but Jeff could tell. Right now they were on their way to the airport in Charlotte and he was starting to get a little nervous. Maybe everyone was right, maybe it was a bad idea to have his first match against Mark. No he wasn't going to let this rule his life anymore, he had to get over it. He hadn't realized Matt was trying to talk to him until he heard his name being called numerous times.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked sort of embarrassed by himself.

"I asked if you wanted me to go out to the ring with you tomorrow night." He wanted to scream yes but knew it was something he had to do by himself so he shook his head.

"No it'll be okay. He's not gonna try anything in public. I can do this." The last part wasn't for his big brother's benefit, it was for him. Looking out the window he noticed how close they actually were to the airport and it wasn't long until they were making their way through security and onto the plane.

Three and a half hours later he and Punk entered their room at the Radisson, it was across the hall from Matt and Amy's per his request and unfortunately Mark was somewhere in the same hotel. He didn't know which room or which floor but had decided to just stay hidden away in the room with his lover. Which hopefully would turn out well for him. When Jeff plopped down on the bed, Punk followed suit laying down next to him. The older male turned his head to face Punk and as soon as he did he was greeted with a kiss. Not the usual peck on the lips he had been receiving for the past couple of months. No this was something completely different. All of a sudden he found himself pulled on top of the younger man and he wasn't about to move in case Phil changed his mind. Jeff felt his shirt slowly creeping up his body before leaving it entirely.

"So you're positive you're okay?" Jeff nodded at the question, kissing at Punk's neck even nipping every now and then because he knew it turned his man on. The low growl that emitted from Phil's chest was just further proof of that.

"Oh yeah, I'm positive." He licked the abused neck and started undressing Punk. He didn't try to stop him either, which was a marvelous thing. Soon Phil was fully undressed and proverbial putty in Jeff's hands as he grasped his manhood. The "Second City Saint' moaned as Jeff kissed his way down the lean body. As Punk looked down at him, Jeff looked up at the same time, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He had been waiting for this for a while now and now that he had it he was going to make this last. Licking his lips he took Punk's cock into his mouth.

"Shit…" He breathed as Jeff started on his task, taking as much as him into his mouth as he could. He knew if he were to take any more of his lover he needed to loosen his throat and he tried he really did but for some reason it just wasn't going to happen. Punk didn't seem to mind though as his hands made their way to Jeff's hair helping him bob up and down on his already hard shaft. He kept giving his boyfriend head for a few more minutes until he was pulled up into a kiss, but not before smearing the precum that gathered around the tip of Phil's dick around. He had even positioned himself to where he could slide down onto Punk's member but he was stopped. Jeff even whined a bit but Phil was standing his ground.

"Jeff, I want to I really do but what about…what the doctor said." He was really bringing that up? Now? When Jeff first got back home Punk and Matt made him go to the doctor to get checked out. He had ultimately told Jeff that he had suffered some tearing and had to ease back into sex. To start out with something like toys before he went full on and he sure as hell hadn't been doing that. Why would he wanna go it alone? Plus Phil started this and there was no way he wasn't going to finish.

"Quit stalling, I've waited too long already." As an exclamation point he wiggled his hips causing his lovers dick to gently slide into his crack. Phil threw his head back and groaned erotically causing Jeff to shiver in anticipation. Spitting into his hand he quickly stroked Punk back to life then finally settled himself onto the eight and a half inch cock. As soon as Punk breached the tight ring of muscle, Jeff couldn't help but to let out a pained squeal of sorts. His boyfriend had of course tried to stop him but Jeff shook his head.

"I'm fine…I just have to take it slow." The words came out airy as he took a deep breath and slid further down the thick shaft, he didn't stop until he reached the hilt. Then he just stayed still trying to get used to the feeling of Phil being inside him.

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"Baby we can stop if you want." Phil stroked the blonde hair of the older man and when Jeff finally opened his eyes he saw olive green ones staring at him with concern. As a response Jeff just rocked his hips forward making Punk's beautiful eyes momentarily roll to the back of his head. Smiling Jeff did it again and again and again, slowly until it didn't hurt anymore. And when it didn't he started a nice fast rhythm, bouncing up and down on his boyfriend's beautiful cock. Phil had forgotten how good it felt inside of him, filling him to the brim, making him feel like he was about to explode, and trust me that was a good thing. Jeff's pace had started to slow down and suddenly he found himself on his back with Punk in control. He knew how much Jeff had liked him being in control from the first time they had ever been together. Jeff looked up at Phil while he took him and bit his lip to stop the scream of pleasure as Phil hit that little bundle of nerves. Punk smirked as he realized what he did and then he repeats the motion over and over again until Jeff couldn't hold back his screams any longer. And just as Punk thought Jeff was about to burst he pulled out and ordered him to get on his hands and knees. Jeff didn't seem to think twice as he did as he was told and when he was in position Punk spread his ass cheeks and spit on the tight pucker that had been slightly agape. He watched as shivers tingled down Jeff's spine and he shook visibly making Punk chuckle before he entered him again. This time it wasn't slow, no he went full on as deep as he possibly could receiving a moan from the older man. It wasn't a brutal pace Phil set but rather a sensual one, making sure he hit Jeff's prostate every time. He wanted Jeff to feel pleasure, to feel loved. Especially since he had claimed that he hadn't been feeling that way. Punk knew he would be finishing soon and he wanted Jeff to come with him so he reached around and started to stroke Jeff's dick in rhythm with his thrusts. Jeff moaned as soon as Phil's hand made contact with the neglected member and he threw his head back in pleasure. Smirking Phil picked up his speed just enough to make him feel the familiar tingle in his balls. With a few more final thrust he exploded his load into Jeff's ass as Jeff came all over Phil's hand, his own stomach and even a little on the comforter. He stayed inside Jeff for just a bit longer as he caught his breath, then he got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel so they could clean themselves up. When he came out of the bathroom, Jeff was laying on the bed, propped up on his elbow and smiling at him.

"What?" he asked a genuine smile across his face.

"Nothing." Phil laughed and shook his head as he kneeled on the bed and kissed Jeff before wiping his stomach to get the come off. Jeff's hand grabbed his to stop him and when he looked at his lover again he was surprised with a kiss.

"Thank you." Jeff whispered against his lips as he pulled back. Punk didn't say thank you or anything stupid like that because this wasn't a business deal. He just threw the dirty comforter off the bed then peeled back the sheets allowing Jeff to get under them then he followed suit. He did his job as a dom, he took care of his subs needs and all he wanted to do. To make sure Jeff was cared for properly. Now maybe he could just focus on his match tomorrow night because god knows it was going to be a big one.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Did I do well? Please please review my darlings.