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Title: Hidden in Plain Sight
Author: Lizzie
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: Oh, I don't know, maybe R, but I'd better say NC-17 just in
case. Better to be safe than sorry, I guess.
Content: Some language, some poorly written wrestling and yes, I believe there's even a little sex.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, and unless I wake up one morning having mysteriously become Vince McMahon, I doubt they ever will be.
Distribution: Not that you're likely to want it, but if you do, just tell me where.
Summary: Response to a request on the slashfic_requests list, with Christian and either Kurt, Jeff or Edge getting a little friendly in the ring before heading backstage to finish it off :)
Notes: My first real fic in this fandom, my first *real* attempt at anything m/m beyond the odd peck on the cheek *eg*, and any and all feedback is more than welcome. Oh, and it wasn't beta-read, so all mistakes I claim proudly as my own :)

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Hidden in Plain Sight
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"Jeff, what the fuck are you doing?"

The younger Hardy just looked at Christian with wide, innocent blue eyes whilst he continued to rake his fingernails lightly over the nape of Christian's neck. Jeff Hardy had Christian in an arm bar, but instead of trying to move on out of it and into one of those famous high-flying tricks of his, they were just standing there, Jeff's hand under Christian's hair, the touch of his fingers sending shivers down Christian's spine.

Christian frowned and reversed the hold, locking Jeff at the wrist, trying to figure out just what he was trying to pull. He looked over at him, frowning, and was rewarded with a wink between melodramatic groans of protest. It took him off-guard and gave Jeff the advantage, taking the opportunity to slip out of the arm bar and whip Christian against the ropes; as he fell to the mat after a well-executed hip- toss, Christian was pretty sure what his opponent was trying to do. And so far it was working. Well, two could play at that game...

Rolling out of the way before Jeff could connect with the leg drop, Christian got to his feet and pulled Jeff up with him; a couple of seconds later he had the abdominal stretch cinched in and had to bite his lip to keep from grinning as he trailed his free hand over Jeff's exposed ribs, feeling him shudder.

"Christian?" Jeff managed to croak, tilting back his head just enough to look up into his eyes. There was a sort of mixed grimace-frown on his face, and Christian bit down harder as he realised he'd managed to take him by surprise.

"What? Christian gave him a pseudo-innocent wide-eyed look of his own, but couldn't suppress a grin.

You know what".

"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, Hardy".

Jeff rolled his eyes. "We'll just have to see about that", he muttered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth between theatrical grimaces.

Somehow he managed to wriggle free and the next things Christian knew there was a dash of orange hair and an outstretched armband-covered arm flying directly at him. Then he was on the mat, Jeff suddenly astride his waist, raining down marginally painful and distinctly melodramatic blows to keep attention from the fact he was leaning slightly forward and grinding their hips together.

Christian sucked in a breath, staring up at Jeff in complete shock. What the hell was he doing? In front of all those people? He shuddered at the thought, trying to ignore the sparks it also sent to his groin. Jeff just grinned, rolled off and went for another move.

He connected with a legdrop, an elbow, sent him flying into the turnbuckles a few times then followed in with a forearm or a knee, a grin on his face the whole time. Touches lingered and as Christian was getting royally pummelled, he strangely had time to think. Well, if Jeff had been trying to distract him and gain the upper hand, he'd done a good job. In fact, from the tingling in his groin, he'd say he'd done a *great* job.

Only, when he saw the mischievous glint in Jeff's eyes every time they connected, he got the strange feeling there was something more on his mind.

When Jeff tried for the pin, his soft lips and rough chin nuzzling into the join of Christian's neck and shoulder with just a little too much familiarity, Christian was tempted not to kick out. For about a second, until he kicked out after two, bucking his hips up into Jeff's just a little harder than necessary, sending shivers through his body. As Jeff pulled himself up, dragging Christian with him by his hair, their eyes locked for a second and Christian smiled.

"Okay, if that's the way you wanna play it..." he said as they both leaned in to grapple.

Christian pulled Jeff into an arm bar, rubbing lightly at his wrist. Jeff countered into a headlock, fingers playing at Christian's throat. Christian bit down playfully on the flesh between Jeff's thumb and forefinger, and the swirl of his tongue brought a moan from the Hardy. He sent Jeff running against the ropes, tucked his head and went for the vertical suplex.

Christian wasn't sure how long he could hold Jeff up there, especially with that hand pressing at his stomach - it brought a smile to his face as he went weak at the knees. He dropped back, Jeff slamming into the mat, and he rolled him, hooking the leg for the pin.

Jeff kicked out at two - Christian sighed and made the obligatory curse at the referee, catching the playful sparkle still in Jeff's eyes. Another attempted pin, a little off-centre - Jeff rewarded him with a wet nip to his nipple, and a smirk when he looked down. There was something about seeing Jeff lying beneath him there that pulled at his stomach and tightened his groin, in spite of where they were and the fact they were being watched. Actually, maybe it wasn't really in spite of but because of� It was like the ultimate tease, seeing how far they could go without being caught. But wearing tight Spandex and having those thoughts was *not* a recommended combination, especially with the reaction he was having and in front of an arena full of screaming fans.

"Okay, you got me", Christian muttered, rolling off with a groan. "You win".

But the smirk on Jeff's face and the glint in his eyes told him this was far from over.

Christian pulled Jeff to his feet, tagged out and let Edge take over; thirty seconds and a stupid mistake later, Edge was flat on his back in the centre of the ring with a tagged Matt Hardy sailing toward him from the top rope. Christian groaned and settled in against the turnbuckle to watch his tag partner get pummelled. And from across the ring, Jeff Hardy gave him one hell of a smile. That was it. He needed out of the arena and out of sight right now.

Matt connected with the Twist of Fate. He tagged Jeff. One Swanton Bomb later and their pre-PPV 'friendly' was over. He yanked Edge to his feet, and as the Hardys' music started up they limped their way melodramatically to the locker rooms, losers for the night.

Only, as Christian took a look back over his shoulder and saw the smile Jeff Hardy was directing his way, he couldn't quite believe that this night was going to be a total loss.

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Edge basically took the time to grunt about the loss, change and gather his stuff rather dejectedly before heading off to the hotel. Christian wasn't in any mood to stop him; he just sat quietly on the vanity and stared into space with a strange sense of anticipation building in his stomach, and only just managed a feeble 'see ya later' as his partner left the room. It may not have been of much comfort to Edge, but he really did have other things on his mind just then. And they were slightly more exciting than maudlin reflections on their loss.

He could still hear the crowd roaring - even backstage in his dressing room with the door shut - although this time it was probably for the Rock or Kane or someone and not for the Hardy Boyz. Still, it made him think. Just fifteen minutes earlier he'd been out there in front of all those people, in the ring in neon Spandex doing what basically amounted to touching up Jeff Hardy. Not that he'd been the one who'd started it - no, that dubious honour was most definitely Jeff's - but still� He'd gone along with it. Not exactly the most professional thing he'd done in his career. But probably one of the most exciting, he had to admit. He wasn't sure whether he'd want to watch the tape or burn it and hope no one had noticed.

God, he hoped no one had noticed. It might've been fun and it might've felt good, but that was *not* worth the fans thinking he was gay. But he had a sneaking suspicion that if Edge, he of the hawk- like stare, hadn't guessed what was going on, then neither would anyone else. They'd been a little more subversive than he'd originally thought, now he was really thinking about it. Maybe it'd looked a little less like a WWF match and more like friends wrestling in the back yard with all the grinning they'd been doing, but that wasn't the end of the world. He was just glad he'd had the sense to tag out when he did, otherwise who knows what he might've ended up doing.

There was a knock at the door, and Christian felt his pulse quicken.

"Yeah, come in", he called, his voice a little more unsteady than he would've liked. The door opened. And in stepped...

Vince McMahon.

"Just wanted to stop by and tell you guys to take a few days... Oh, where's Edge?" Vince said, peering around the empty room.

"He left already. Guess he was pissed about the match". Vince nodded slowly.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Listen, take a week or so, recharge your batteries. I want to see you two fresh for the pay-per-view".

"'Course. Thanks".

"Yeah, anytime. Look, I gotta run. Tell Edge. And� why are you still here? Waiting on someone?

Christian frowned, taking a second to think. He'd been waiting for twenty minutes already, and no sign of Jeff. So maybe he'd read it wrong and that whole thing had just been about winning the match. Maybe the smile, the look in his eyes, had been some sort of twisted gloating. Just what in the hell was he expecting, anyway? Did he expect Jeff to burst in, to take things further, to fuck him senseless? And what was more, did he even want that? Well, actually, yes. But he wasn't sure why he was hanging around now twenty-five minutes after losing his match, waiting for something he wasn't even sure was going to happen, and still in his stupid neon Spandex, no less. Well, at least he'd taken off his boots, although he was sure he must look a little strange sitting there in the nauseatingly cheerful green pants and charcoal grey sneakers.

"No", he said firmly, more for himself than for Vince. "No, I'm not. I'm gonna change and get back to the hotel".

"'Kay. Take it easy". Vince slipped back out of the room, banging the door shut behind him.

Maybe three seconds passed. Another knock.

"Yeah, I'll tell Edge, Mr. McMahon", he yelled, hopping off the vanity and pulling his street clothes from his bag. "You said a week, right?"

"Yup, he said a week".

It wasn't Vince. He knew that voice, and it wasn't Vince. He looked over at the mirror on the vanity - Jeff Hardy entered the room and closed the door, locking it behind him.

"Sorry I took so long", Jeff told him, dropping his coat and bag to the floor behind the door. "Matt had a Playstation in the room and he wouldn't let me leave until we beat the crap out of you and Edge. 'Course, the match was a whole lot more... *interesting* when we did it for real".

Christian could see him in the mirror, moving slowly closer, that same smile on his face. So he hadn't been wrong. He was just glad Jeff had shown up when he did or he could've been on his way back to the hotel for an evening of beer, depression and dwelling on losses. The look Jeff was giving him, even reflected in the mirror, promised a hell of a lot more than that.

"Why are you here, Jeff?" Christian found himself asking, trying to look like he'd found something fascinating about the T-shirt he was holding in his hands. Jeff chuckled, deep in his throat, the sound making Christian shudder.

"You need me to spell it out for you?"

"Why not".

Jeff grinned, rocking back his head as he chuckled again, then suddenly he'd snaked his arm around Christian's waist, leaning into his back, lips beside his ear.

"I want you to fuck me", he whispered.

The combination of the arm around his bare waist, the feel of Jeff's chest as he breathed behind him and the hot breath on his neck had Christian completely screwed. He opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realised he had no idea what he wanted to say. He swallowed tightly as he felt Jeff's free hand reach up to brush the hair from his shoulders, his lips brushing the back of his neck.

"You want me to...?" he stammered, watching in the mirror as Jeff kissed his way down the whole length of his spine.

"Fuck me", Jeff completed. His voice was low, seductive... Christian couldn't believe he'd never noticed it before.

In a second he'd been forcibly turned around by his shoulders, and somehow Jeff's mouth had found its way to his. For a second he almost wanted to fight it, but as he felt Jeff's tongue trace the contours of his lips he just gave up all resolve. He grasped Jeff's shoulders roughly and gave just as good as he got until Jeff pulled back and left him gasping.

"What? Why?"

Jeff smirked. "Suddenly I felt overdressed for the occasion", he said, pulling the tight vinyl top up over his head, tossing it into a corner. "Now, c'mon Christian, I'm not playing. I want you to fuck me. Here. Now".

Christian looked deep into serious, lustful eyes and gave a single nod. Jeff meant business. And now, he realised, so did he.

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Christian pushed Jeff back until he connected with the vanity, not breaking his gaze from those lust-filled, heavy-lidded green-blue eyes for a second.

And Jeff kissed him. Fast and hard, hands raking through Christian's hair to pull him forward, to thrust his tongue in deeper, until they were as close as they could possibly get without being physically inside one another. Still, it looked likely that they were going to try that, too.

Christian was leaning forward, hands pressed against the edge of the vanity as he held his own against Jeff's bruising kisses. He nipped at his bottom lip and Jeff yelped into his mouth, grinning.

So we're playin' rough now, huh?" Jeff muttered, a devilish look in his eyes.

Christian smiled. "If that's the way you want it", he said, leaning in for another kiss.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd kissed or been kissed like that. The heat was amazing, the lust, the intensity... Before he knew it he was as hard as he'd ever been and grinding it right into Jeff's, hearing the younger man moan as he dropped his lips to his neck. He tasted of salt, of the vinyl shirt and something not unlike cologne, and it wasn't exactly unpleasant; he nipped at Jeff's exposed collarbone and felt hands move between them, pulling at the waistband of his Spandex pants.

He grinned, moving back slightly, just enough to kick off his sneakers and rid himself of the lurid Spandex in near-record time. Jeff fumbled with his own belt, before Christian tugged his hands away and set about the buckle himself.

"You're kinda overdressed again", Christian muttered. Jeff nodded. "I can help with that".

Jeff kicked off his boots, watching the blonde head as Christian kissed a hot, wet trail down over his stomach, tugging Jeff's jeans down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor.

"Tell me you want me".

Christian frowned. "Does it feel like I don't?"

"No, but... Just tell me".

"Jeff, I want you".

Jeff smiled, stepping out of his jeans and striding over to the door. Christian stood a stared after him, watching the muscles move under his skin, as he pulled something from his bag then moved back, hopping up onto the vanity. Jeff beckoned, crooking one black-nailed forefinger, and Christian moved closer without a moment's hesitation.

The thing in Jeff's hand was a bottle of baby oil. Christian had to suppress a chuckle as Jeff flicked the cap open and squirted out some of the liquid onto his hand, tossing the bottle aside and rubbing his hands together. He beckoned again, and Christian didn't need telling twice - he stepped forward, gulping down a breath as he felt Jeff's hand close around him.

"That feels good?"

"Oh God yes!"

Jeff grinned again. There was something both angelic and mischievous about that grin, perfect pink lips tugging up at the corners, tongue darting out to wet them� Christian couldn't stop himself from arching into Jeff's grasp, which only intensified the smile.

"You'd better watch that or this isn't gonna go the way I planned", Jeff teased, coating Christian with a generous amount of baby oil with skilful hands, chuckling as Christian bit down on his lip to keep from moaning out loud. He swiped a towel from the vanity and wiped off his hands before beckoning a third and final time.

"C'mon, Christian, you're ready".

Jeff grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him into his arms, grabbing his backside and putting them crotch-to-crotch. Christian was pretty sure that if he bit down any harder he was going to draw blood, but short of that he was going to start screaming any second; he bucked forward, grinding into Jeff as the orange-haired head bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, nipping and grazing with his teeth� God, since when had Jeff been such a damned expert at this? Damnit, why hadn't they done this sooner?

Jeff leaned back, arms outstretched, his hands catching over the mirror on the back of the vanity, eyes still locked on Christian's. Then his legs locked around Christian's waist, and he guessed he didn't need much more of an invitation than that. Leaning forward, swiping one hand quickly down over Jeff's exposed chest, he smiled and positioned himself.

"You ready?" he asked, more croaking than speaking.

"Just shut up and fuck me already".

Seeing Jeff there like that, stretched out, exposed, vulnerable but obviously completely in control, was one hell of a turn-on. He was that way for him, for Christian, asking him to do it, demanding that he do it, and really there wasn't much of a choice. It was basically between giving up right then and finishing it off himself, or taking it just that one little step further, taking Jeff the way he was demanding to be taken, feeling how good it could be...

One giant thrust forward, one gasp of pleasure-filled pain, one burst of pure adrenaline and he was buried inside Jeff all the way to the hilt. He couldn't help it, he gasped. Jeff was gritting his teeth, but that look of lust was still in his eyes and something told him Jeff didn't mind the pain. He pushed back, thrust back in again, heard the low moan that escaped Jeff's lips. It was enough to make him increase his pace, to make him see how far he could go, how loud he could make Jeff scream� He needed to know. He needed to see his name on Jeff's lips, feel him shudder under him, make him feel as good as he did himself...

Jeff's hand snaked between them, pumping himself in time with Christian's thrusts, though God only knew how with the erratic, frantic pace he'd set. Christian leaned forward even further, pressing a kiss to his chest, his neck, his lips, as he angled upwards and hit something in Jeff that made him gasp, wide-eyed.

"Do that again", he croaked. So he did. Again and again until Jeff was almost screaming, yelling out loud, moaning, hands in his hair now, kisses urgent and hot. Until Jeff came, yelling Christian's name.

And that was all Christian needed to send him over the edge right after Jeff, feeling Jeff's muscles squeezing in on him, sending him into blinding orgasm. He gasped, stiffened, a breath catching in his throat, before his knees finally gave out and he sank to the floor. Really, he was surprised he'd managed to stay standing for so long.

Jeff was on his feet, stepping into his jeans and his boots, pulling on his shirt, and Christian was pretty sure he couldn't even stand. He just knelt there, breathing heavily, his head resting forward against the vanity as Jeff dressed behind him. He turned, resting his back against it instead, finding Jeff standing by the door, watching him with his head cocked to one side and a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. The fact that he was about to leave sent chills through Christian that he didn't like at all.

"You're leaving?"

Jeff nodded, running a towel over his sweat-slick forehead. "Yeah, I am".

"Whatever".

Jeff turned, opened the door, stepped through. Christian reached for his jeans, standing with what felt like a tremendous effort, sighing as he did so. He couldn't believe what had just happened. And shouldn't he be happy, rather than feeling quite that downhearted? He wasn't entirely sure, but something inside him felt cold, numb. He almost wished he'd made Jeff stay a little longer, even if all Jeff had been looking for was a quick fuck.

"And Christian?"

He looked up quickly, right into the shining, mischievous eyes of Jeff Hardy.

"Yeah?"

"See you in a week. I'm looking forward to the rematch".

When Jeff left this time, there was a smile on Christian's face.

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