Rating: NC-17
Content: M/M sex, language, B&D
Distribution: Sure nuff. Just credit me and tell me where
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue.
Summary: I'm not saying. Just read!
December 30, 2000
He watched him as he fought, his eyes admiring the lean strength, the sinuous agility as he flew from the top turnbuckle onto his opponent to capture the win. His gaze caressed the rainbow bright hair as he flicked it over his shoulders, allowing the ref to raise his arm in victory.
"Lovely Jeff...you will be mine. Soon."
*****
Jeff Hardy hopped out of the shower and dried off, whistling as he skimmed into a pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt, shoving his feet into his hightops.
"Hey, Jeff," Matt called, swinging his bag onto his shoulder. "You coming out with us tonight?"
Jeff glanced at his brother, taking his brush from his own duffel and starting on his damp hair. "Who's us?"
"Me, Christian, Edge, Jericho, Lita and some other guys, too. We're gonna hit that new club Dean's been telling us about."
Jeff thought about it, then shrugged. "Sure. What time?"
"10:30 or so."
"Tell me where the club is and I'll meet you there."
Matt wrote the address and directions on a scrap of paper, then bid his sibling goodbye, hurrying off to find Lita. Jeff touched his chin, noting that he needed to do a touch-up shave when he got back to the hotel. He hummed to himself as he gathered his things and headed for the door.
*****
The club Nirvana was crowded and noisy as he settled into his seat. He scanned the room, looking for his quarry, knowing that he would be here, having overheard Edge and Matt talking in the hallway. He usually didn't frequent these kinds of places, preferring the more rougher sort of bar, country music, pool tables and the prospect of a brawl. He sipped at his watered down beer, grimacing in distaste, barely noticing the writhing and gyrating bodies on the dance floor, moving to the sounds of KoRn, Suicidal Tendencies and other punk bands he wasn't familiar with. He stilled when he caught sight of the one he'd come for, smiling faintly as Jeff twisted and bounced, completely lost in the beat of the music. He watched him for a while, savoring every line of his lean frame, becoming increasingly aroused as Jeff's motions became more frenetic and seductive, his hips grinding, lids heavy, cheeks flushed with exertion.
Just when he was sure he couldn't take any more, the music ended and Jeff stumbled off the floor, falling into a chair near his table. He never took his eyes off the boy as he caught his breath, laughing and chatting with his friends. A slow song began to play on the jukebox and he decided that he would make his move. He stood and wove his way to Jeff's table, standing by his chair and waiting for him to look up.
"Dance with me," he said softly, holding out his hand to a surprised Jeff. Jeff blinked, then smiled, taking his hand and following him onto the dance floor. He pulled Jeff against him, molding their bodies together, swaying to the sensuous beat.
"I'm surprised to see you in a place like this," Jeff commented, rubbing his cheek against his chest like a cat.
He sifted his fingers through the silky, multi-colored strands of Jeff's hair, bringing them to his nose and inhaling the scent of lavender. "I came for you."
Jeff looked up quickly, green eyes wide. "For me? Why?"
He touched the corner of Jeff's mouth gently, looking deeply into the crystalline depths. "I want you."
Jeff swallowed, blinking rapidly as he tried to assimilate this simple statement. "You...want me?"
He didn't respond as he swept his thumb across Jeff's full lower lip, then, without another word he stepped away and strode off the dance floor, dropping some bills on the table he'd been sitting at and walked right out of the club, leaving a dumbfounded Jeff staring after him.
*****
Jeff kicked the door shut to the room he was sharing with his brother and tumbled onto his bed with a sigh. He was glad that Matt would be spending the night with Lita because he wanted to be alone to think. He pondered his encounter with the mysterious man earlier, wondering just what it had all been about. First he says that he'd come to the club just for him, then tells him he wants him...then ups and leaves. Just like that. He'd always been intrigued by him, fascinated by the enigmatic air about him, but hadn't really thought of him as a potential lover. He hadn't even been sure that the man swung that way until tonight. His sex life hadn't been a subject bandied about much, except to speculate about if he ever had any.
Jeff rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, toying with a lock of his hair as he remembered what it was like to be in those strong arms, his face pressed against the muscular chest. It had been very nice. Nice? That was an understatement. It had been fucking hot! He allowed himself to fantasize what it would be like to be made love to by him, moaning softly as he felt himself getting hard. He vaulted off the bed and began pacing, tearing off his T-shirt as his skin became heated. Why had he just left him? Why hadn't he invited him back to his room or something? Was he waiting for him to make the first move?
Jeff growled in frustration. He'd hardly even thought about the man at all, and now he was all he could think about. His imagination was driving him nuts! He needed to know what his touch was like, what he tasted like...how he felt inside him.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the light knock on the door. He laid a hand over his racing heart and laughed nervously to himself. He told himself to get a grip; that it had to be Matt. He probably forgot something and was forever losing his room key. He went to the door and opened it, on the verge of teasing his brother when his mouth dropped open in shock.
"Hello, Jeff."
Jeff gulped and stared.
"Are you going to invite me in, or just let me stand out here?"
Jeff blushed and moved aside, gesturing for his visitor to enter. He closed the door after him and turned to find him watching him intently.
"Come here, Jeff."
Jeff automatically obeyed the implicit command, coming to stand before him, looking up at him expectantly. "Yeah?"
He didn't reply, merely gazed at him, hands at his sides, eyes nearly glowing. Jeff shifted from foot to foot, looking everywhere but at him.
"Look at me."
Jeff did and was instantly transfixed. He seemed to fall into those gleaming orbs, all sound and sight narrowing to just the two of them. He was dimly aware of his clothes being removed, his hair fluffed and arranged artfully on his shoulders. He was guided to the bed and gently laid down in the center, his arms and legs splayed wide.
He moved to the foot of the bed to study his new pet, admiring Jeff's nudity with a connoisseurs eye. He grasped the bedposts and leaned forward slightly, his expression becoming intense and focused.
Jeff returned the other man's look, wondering when he was going to come to him and do the things that were driving him crazy in his imagination. But he only stood there, immobile and unblinking. His concentration was nearly frightening in it's power and he was about to say something when he nearly cried out in astonishment and alarm.
Hands... Hands were touching him! But nothing was there! Jeff looked down at himself as he felt ghost fingers glide down the smooth column of his throat, encircling it as other fingers faintly fondled his nipples, plucking them into tight little nubs.
"What the fuck-?" Jeff gasped, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to roll away, but he suddenly found his wrists and ankles pinioned to the mattress by unseen shackles, adding to his growing dismay.
"Shhhh," he soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you, little one. I only want to give you pleasure."
Jeff whimpered quietly. He might have taken comfort in the words...if they'd actually been spoken aloud. But they never left the other's lips. Telepathy? This couldn't get more weirder!
Jeff couldn't be more wrong. He yelped as he felt phantom mouths begin to suck, bite and lick their way over his body, teasing and coaxing a response from him. Jeff gave it reluctantly, moaning as his nipples were nipped and suckled on just the way he liked it. He arched and gasped as another mouth descended on his shaft, deep-throating him with maddening expertise, taking him to the brink of release again and again, each time stopping before he went over until he was gibbering with need.
"Look at me, Jeff," he ordered in a hoarse whisper.
Jeff lifted his head and gazed into the now blazing eyes of his tormentor. "Please...oh, God, please!"
He smiled at Jeff's sweet pleas for surcease, shaking his head slowly as he directed his ghost fingers to start all over again, bringing Jeff to such a state of exquisite urgency that he was sobbing uncontrollably.
He cautiously knelt on the bed, taking his time as he discarded his clothes, kicking off his shoes and crawling up between the bucking man's legs. He was careful not to touch him just yet, wanting to torture him just a little more with the phantoms.
"Do you want me, Jeff," he hissed sibilantly, planting his hands on either side of the man's hips and leaning down to blow on his pulsing cock. "Do you want me inside you?"
Jeff tossed his head back and forth, tears streaming down his face. "Please...yes...fuck me! Now...I can't take any more! I'm dying!"
"No, my sweet, you're not dying. Merely suffering from the unquenched fires of lust."
"Then quench them," Jeff whined, lifting his hips pleadingly. "Fuck me."
He sat back, absently stroking himself as he continued to watch Jeff thrash and twist under the skillful ministrations of the ghostly hands and mouths, never allowing him to ride the pleasure all the way out. He bent low and captured Jeff's lips, kissing him ravenously, still refraining from touching him any other way.
Jeff mewled in desperation, in agony with the need to come. "Baby, please...don't torture me any more! Fuck me now before I go insane." He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that sent waves of delight through Jeff, heightening his desire further.
"You beg so pretty, my pet," he purred, finally easing his body onto the young man, the unseen hands and mouths being replaced with the real thing. He didn't think he'd ever get his fill of Jeff's sweet taste. He devoured him, making Jeff scream his name in entreaty. Eventually he covered his body once more with his own, reaching for the hand lotion on the nightstand and squeezing some into his palm. He liberally coated himself, glad that he'd used his ghost fingers to prepare him, unable to hold back any longer. He released the invisible bonds on his ankles and guided them around his waist before plunging into Jeff full-length. He grunted as Jeff shot off the bed with a shriek of pain and triumph. He stilled, waiting for Jeff to adjust to his girth, scrutinizing the beautiful features before him. When he judged him to be ready, he withdrew almost completely, then plunged back in again, groaning at the tight friction. He grasped Jeff's jerking hips, holding them down as he established a steady tempo, forceful enough to give great pleasure, but not enough to carry Jeff over the edge.
Jeff struggled against the bands pinning his wrists, bowing off the bed in an attempt to urge his lover faster. He laughed raspily, refusing to allow Jeff to participate as he quickened his pace, gliding his hand between them to wrap his fingers around the throbbing flesh, stroking it in direct contrast to his pistoning thrusts. As his fingers dug into Jeff's taut ass, the phantom fingers pinched and plucked the mewing man, a ghostly hand picking up where his real one left off, gently pumping his cock.
"Faster...harder!" Jeff shouted, his thighs clamping against his lover's sides, feeling himself hovering near the pinnacle. "Wanna come...please...wanna come now!"
He drove deeper, rolling his hips until Jeff gave a wheezing squeal as he brushed against his G-spot. "Jeff...yes...explode for me..." He raised him higher so he could reach that sweet spot more easily and stabbed against it firmly, growling as Jeff howled, jerking and spasming In the throes of his orgasm, his seed spilling onto them both. He pounded savagely into him a few more times before bellowing his own release, convulsing and spurting into Jeff in a hot stream.
After a long, tense moment, he tenderly withdrew, smoothing a hand down Jeff's chest and stomach, collecting some come onto his fingers and bringing it to his lips, cleaning them with relish before kissing him softly.
Jef was nearly comatose with the force of his climax, but his eyes fluttered at the butterfly kiss. "Mmmfffknggd."
He leaned down until his ear was to Jeff's lips. "What was that, sweetheart?"
Jeff shifted slightly and vaguely realized he could move his arms now. He brought them down to link around the other man's neck, lightly nibbling on the lobe. "I said 'mother fucking good'!" He squirmed a bit as the other man gave a rumble of laughter, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through him. "How in hell did you do that...you know...that invisible thing?"
"My gift," he said, drawing the younger man into his arms and nuzzling his neck. "I rarely use it, but I wanted to drive you wild for me."
"Mmmm,that you did," Jeff mumbled, yawning hugely. "I've never come that hard in my life."
"Neither have I, my pet...neither have I."
"Um...will you do that again?"
"Do what?" He knew what Jeff was asking, but wanted him to say it out loud.
"That ghost thing. That was damned incredible."
He rolled onto his back, pulling Jeff to him to sprawl wantonly across his chest. "Anything you wish, sweet Jeff."
Jeff lifted his head and gazed down at his lover contemplatively. "You know, many of the guys wonder about you."
"Wonder about me?" he inquired silkily, combing his fingers rhythmically through the rainbow hair. "And just what do they wonder?"
"Oh, lots of things," Jeff answered, purring in contentment at the soothing feel of his ministrations. He always loved it when people played with his hair. "Mostly about your sex life."
"And just what is the scintillating gossip about that?"
"If you ever get any and who with."
"Well, it's nice to know that people have plenty of time on their hands to speculate about something that's really none of their business."
"Come on, now," Jeff protested lazily, spiraling a fingertip around one of his lover's nipples, pleased to watch it stiffen into a tight nub. "You have to admit that being who you are, people are going to wonder about those sorts of things. I did."
"You did, huh?" he murmured, caressing a hand down Jeff's back sensually.
"Yeah. And when you asked me to dance in that club, held me in your big arms...well, I knew I wanted to find out just what it was like to be with you. Then you just walked out."
He smiled slightly. "You were very frustrated."
"Fuckin' hell yeah!" Jeff exclaimed. "I was getting hard just imagining...well, you know."
"He smirked in self-satisfaction. "Good. That was what I wanted."
Jeff stared at him nonplused. "You mean, you planned for me to get horny for you?"
"Of course. What other reason would I come to a club that I disliked and ask you to dance?"
Jeff flushed brightly, unsure as to whether to be angry or flattered. The matter was settled for him as the other man tugged him down for a long, languidly erotic kiss that left Jeff gasping with rekindling desire.
"You know," Jeff moaned into his mouth. "I don't care what anyone says. You're anything but a dead man."
'Taker laughed as he rolled Jeff onto his back and proceeded to prove just how alive he was.