Christian was deep in thought. Stretching his arms, the former lightweight champion leaned back against the plush cushion of the white armchair in his hotel room. Well, their hotel room.
He had been together with Jeff Hardy for almost two weeks, and Christian could easily say that they had been two of the most emotionally stressing weeks of his life. He had been forced to watch Jeff from backstage...watch him lose to X-Pac and almost get his leg broken by Al Snow. Then, at night, they had been together. Well, that depends on one’s definition of being together.
They had literally slept together...as in the same bed. There had been some cuddling between them which had turned into heavy groping. Two nights ago the two had finally engaged in oral sex for the first time, but no matter how badly he wanted to do it...no matter how much Jeff begged for it, there had been no penetration.
Christian wasn’t completely sure why he was so nervous about penetrating Jeff. They were both consenting adults, he was absolutely positive that Jeff was ready...and he had been ready since the first time they had been in the same bed together, but there was something holding him back. Something forcing him to keep his distance from the younger Hardy. The only thing that Christian could think of was that his first night with Jeff had impacted him somehow. Those innocent tears that had trickled from his eyes making him appear no older than a young child...his meek requests...Jeff feeling as if there was something wrong with him for wanted to be in contact with another man...
"Shit, it’s snowing like hell out there...and why is it so fucking cold in this room!?" Hearing the shout from the doorway Christian smiled to himself. Jeff clearly loved to make his presence known.
"Think our flight could be canceled?" The former lightweight champion questioned, watching through amused eyes as Jeff pulled off his black fleece jacket which had been soaked by the falling snow.
Pushing a few damp strands of hair away from his face Jeff kicked off his shoes and plopped onto the king-sized bed that he would most certainly be sharing with Christian that night. "Maybe. If the snow keeps coming down as hard as it is now and it sticks. Oh yeah, Matt is out with your brother and Test tonight. I think they’ll be sharing a room...not that I’m complaining."
Keeping his eyes on Jeff as the former tag team champion pulled off his long-sleeved black sweater, Christian lips turned slightly upward. "One minute you’re complaining about being cold and how much snow is falling, and now you’re tearing off all your clothes. How quickly things change..."
"Maybe I’m expecting you to keep me warm," Jeff bluntly told him, and Christian raised and eyebrow after seeing a sly smile appear on the younger Hardy’s face. "Up to it?"
Yeah, he was ‘up to it,’ but what fun would this be if Christian didn’t fool around with him a little bit? "You know, Jeff, if you keep overworking your injured left knee you’ll be doing Snow’s job for him."
"The damn thing is only bruised," Jeff told him, his mischievous and, according to Christian, seductive grin still in place. "Besides, I don’t plan on working my knee that much." Sighing as Christian still refused to budge from where he sat on the other side of the room, Jeff slowly slid off his dark blue jeans. He then pulled off his red and blue boxers, making sure to caress his skin in a provocative manner as he attempted to stir some kind of rise out of Edge’s younger brother, before climbing into bed. Offering Christian an innocently shy smile (though the former lightweight champion wasn’t sure exactly how innocent it truly was), Jeff pulled the light white sheet which had been underneath all the other covers up so that it barely covered his hips. Christian licked his lips hungrily. Damn Jeff Hardy. Why did he have to be so irresistible?
"I guess I should congratulate you for beating Al in that cage match today," Christian muttered, barely noticing Jeff’s approving nod as he removed his navy blue sweater. This article of clothing was discarded on top of Jeff’s own pile before he took off his black pants and boxers. Completely naked, Christian looked at Jeff who now had a gleam of desire in his dark eyes. He grinned before sliding under the white sheet which Jeff had been using too hide himself and captured the younger man’s lips in a hungry kiss.
Feeling Jeff run a hand through his shiny locks, Christian snacked an arm around his bare waist, drawing him closer and deepening the kiss. Sighing wistfully as the younger Hardy began tracing meaningless patterns on his back, the former lightweight champion pulled away from Jeff’s lips and moved lower, nuzzling his neck and teasing the former tag team champion’s nipples. He grinned as he heard Jeff gasp and felt the tender red flesh grow hard under his touch.
Christian massaged Jeff’s chest with his cool fingers, kissing gently along his collarbone and finally nipping his shoulder, a gesture that earned his name moaned from Jeff’s lips. Encouraged, he traveled lower and dipped his warm tongue into Jeff’s navel, swirling it around a few times. This wet sensation made Jeff thrust his hips upward in a pleading manner. The former lightweight champion shook his head with amusement. Jeff Hardy had never been a patient person. "Don’t rush me, Jeff. I’ll make you happy, but if you rush me I might have to be a bit more...harsh...than I usually am."
"Damn you! Do it harshly if you want to, Christian! I don’t give a shit...just DO IT." Christian shook his head with an entertained glimmer in his eyes. Now Jeff was right on the edge of begging. This could be interesting.
Moving even lower, Christian kissed along Jeff’s hip bone, running his tongue along his inner thigh which caused goosbumps to form on the flesh. Making a small noise that sounded something like a mewl, Jeff thrust his hips again hopefully. "Christian...please, Christian..." The plea was close to a whimper.
Deciding to give Jeff a bit of relief, Christian took the head of the former tag team champion’s length into his mouth, running his tongue along the tip and smiling inwardly as he heard Jeff’s groan of pleasure. The younger Hardy thrust forward, and Christian took him in greedily, sucking him and closing his eyes as he heard Jeff calling his name and begging for more. "Sh...shit, Christian, you feel so hot...I’m going to...don’t stop, Christian, please..."
Hearing these words, a sudden thought appeared in Christian’s mind...one that made him release Jeff’s member. Maybe tonight... He took a moment to look over Jeff’s body which was shuddering from the sudden loss of warmth around his sex. The look of intense disappointment on Jeff’s face was priceless. "You don’t look happy."
"Fuck you, Christian," Jeff growled, his humiliation quickly turning into anger.
Laughing lightly, Christian kissed Jeff’s forehead and, seeing the younger Hardy’s annoyed stare, the former lightweight champion caressed his cheek. He shook his head with good humor as Jeff turned away from him. "Fuck me, Jeff? I don’t think Tonight I’ll be fucking you. Turn around."
This statement put Jeff into a state of shock for a few minutes before he finally forced his frozen body to flip over. "A-are you sure? I don’t want you doing this just for me."
Christian smirked. "I’ve wanted to do this way before I ever came to you two weeks ago." Seeing Jeff’s eyes widen with obvious surprise at this revelation, Christian leaned forward and kissed his neck tenderly. "You seem so shocked by that, but you shouldn’t be. Jeff, you’re beautiful...I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants you in the WWF."
"Christian..." Was it his imagination or was Jeff Hardy actually blushing? "Christian, I...I want you inside me." It was all the former lightweight champion needed to hear.
He massaged Jeff’s shoulder all the while visually appreciating how defined his back was and, overcome by temptation, he allowed his hands to drift lower. Christian kissed the top of Jeff’s spine softly before nipping the same spot, his eyes glowing with hunger after hearing a pleasure-filled groan escape Jeff’s lips. "Whatever you’re doing please do more, Christian. Please."
Fulfilling the wish of his lover, Christian traced Jeff’s spine with his lips before tentatively brushing a finger over Jeff’s opening. The younger Hardy gasped and squirmed under Christian’s body at the intimate touch. "God, Christian..."
Very sensitive and very responsive...just as Christian had known he would be. There was one problem with this scenario, though. "I don’t have any lubricant, Jeff."
Of course, he got the response that he had expected. "Do you think I care about the damn lubricant!?"
"Have you ever had this done to you before, Jeff?" Christian questioned softly, sighing as the younger Hardy sheepishly shook his head no. "This is going to hurt, and I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe you should do me--"
"...so that I’d hurt you?" Christian didn’t answer. "I trust you, and I want to feel you inside me, Christian," Jeff told him with sincerity. "If it makes you feel better you can prepare me."
Deciding to humor him Christian nodded. Jeff was more naive than he initially let on, and the former Brood member didn’t bother telling him that he would have prepared him even if they were using lubricant. Kissing Jeff’s back, Christian slowly slid his index finger into the younger Hardy, flinching as he heard his sharp intake of breath at the sudden penetration. "You’re ok... Baby, you’re doing fine." He inserted another finger, stretching the hole as gently as he possibly could before sliding one last finger in.
Seeing that Jeff was all right, Christian thrust his fingers in a slow rhythm, licking his lips as he heard the former tag team champion moan with sudden pleasure. He had apparently found that spot...that spot that no one could resist. Christian removed his fingers much to Jeff’s disappointment. However, Christian was only getting started, and he whispered a few comforting phrases to his lover before penetrating him with his member.
Jeff winced as he felt Christian enter him knowing now that he hadn’t been kidding when he had said this was going to hurt. However, all thoughts of pain were immediately dispersed when he felt Christian once again brush against...against...oh God. He arched to meet Christian’s thrusts, yearning for more of the sensation that made him see stars. "God...Christian, do it faster. Oh God, please..."
Christian was happy to oblige him, thrusting harder and faster than he had been earlier and growling Jeff’s name possessively as he did so. "You’re so hot, Jeff. So fuckin’ hot..." He breathed huskily, barely able to control his rhythm.
"Harder, Christian. Please...I want you harder," Jeff cried, eyes closed with pure bliss. Who gave a shit if someone in the neighboring rooms could hear them? Right now, everything was Christian. "So fuckin’ good... More. I need more, Christian."
The former Brood member struggled to keep his thrusts steady...to keep from hurting Jeff, but he was unable to and finally allowed himself to abandon his rhythm and give in to his desires, calling for his lover as he felt the younger Hardy buck wildly underneath him. After a final moment of this frantic passion, Christian came, incoherent cries escaping him as he did so.
Feeling Christian’s warm seed fill him, Jeff bucked once more before also reaching his orgasm, making a noise that sounded like a cross between a scream and a sob as he collapsed onto the bed. While he tried to calm his ragged breathing Jeff found himself purring, something that was foreign to his own ears, as he felt Christian’s body drape over his.
They stayed like this for a short while until Christian finally forced himself to pull out of Jeff and roll to the side of him, his breath still coming heavily. "Jeff...?"
"Oh my God, that was...wow, that was...Christian..." The younger Hardy cursed himself. Of course he would have to pick this time out of any to lose his vocal capabilities.
Taking his expression of displeasure the wrong way Christian tenderly played
with a strand of Jeff’s hair, a frown appearing on his face. "I hurt you,
didn’t I?"
Jeff blinked with surprise. What the hell was he talking about? "Huh? No! You didn’t at all, Christian. I swear to God that you didn’t."
Christian sighed but decided to take his word for it. Nuzzling Jeff’s neck, Christian kissed his collarbone. "You’re so beautiful, Baby." Hearing Jeff’s nervous chuckle in response to this, Christian glanced up at him with confusion. "What?"
"You don’t have to say things like that," Jeff told him cautiously, but anyone could have seen the look of doubt in his eyes. "I mean...I like when you do, but..." The younger Hardy searched for the right words. "Um...but I know they aren’t true so you don’t have to...if you don’t want to..."
Shit, for someone so damn sensual Jeff Hardy sure did have low self-esteem. "I don’t lie outright," Christian told him, laying butterfly kisses along Jeff’s jaw. "The reason I tell you that you’re beautiful is because you are." He then captured Jeff’s lips in a hungry kiss, taking advantage of the younger Hardy’s mouth which had been agape with disbelief and slipping his tongue inside, indulging in the now familiar silky sweetness that was Jeff Hardy.
Jeff caressed Christian’s chest, eyes closing with pleasure as he felt the former member of the Brood break the kiss and begin nibbling lightly on his ear. "Christian?"
"Mmm-hmm?" He questioned, moving his lips to Jeff’s neck and sucking on the smooth skin eagerly.
Taking a sharp intake of breath as he felt Christian nip his neck softly, Jeff planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "I think you’re the beautiful one in this relationship."
Christian looked up at the sudden statement and saw a shy smile appear on Jeff’s face. Chuckling to himself, he covered that innocent grin with his lips and ran his fingers through Jeff’s hair, closing his eyes as he did so. Paradise. This was paradise.
Jeff was the one to break the kiss, and he leaned comfortably against Christian, his head resting against the former lightweight champion’s chest. "Mmm...Christian, you feel so warm...so good..."
Smiling down at the former tag team champion, Christian wrapped an arm around
Jeff and drew him closer, tracing invisible patterns on his abdomen with his
finger. Kissing his hair, Christian smiled as he saw how peaceful and calm Jeff’s
face had become. It had been his first time being penetrated by a man after all.
Christian assumed that he must have been worn out. "I’d be shit outta
luck if you ever found this out, Jeff," Christian said, his voice soft and
caring, "but I already know I love you. Don’t worry...I’m not going to
rush you, Baby. Come to me in your own time."
It didn’t take long for him, also being physically and emotionally spent, to drift into the darkness of sleep. The room was silent for a few minutes. Then, a whispered reply penetrated the quietness of the hotel room. "I think...I love you too, Christian."