WWE Fic: Return of the Millennium 3/?
Jan. 22nd, 2008 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awritinglilypea
Title: The Return of the Millennium
Fandom: WWE
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chris returns to the WWE, finding that while some things have stayed the same other things have changed, possibly beyond repair. Some people really don’t want him back while others are ecstatic.
Chris knelt over him, pinning his arms over his head as he marked him, biting just slightly into the flesh of his neck, marking him he lapped at the sensitive skin, a smirk on his lips. It was so good, such a heady feeling of nothing but pure and dizzying pleasure. It had been so long since he’d felt this good, two years passing by at a snail’s pace and now Chris was moving faster and it was so damn delicious.
Jeff Hardy opened his eyes, immediately turning off the alarm clock. He couldn’t believe this, the fifth night in a row he’d dreamt of Chris. It was even beginning to affect him when he was awake. Several times he’d found himself wanting to walk over to the golden haired man and kiss him. He couldn’t of course, not anymore because Chris had stopped being his the moment he’d begun stupidly ingesting drugs. He couldn’t fool himself into thinking it was anything else, but that didn’t stop the irrational anger he housed for Chris.
Slipping out of his bed Jeff went to shower, changing after he immediately picked up his bag and headed out of the hotel room bumping immediately into the one person he least wanted to see.
“Hi Jeff,” Chris greeted him, his body automatically heating up when he saw the other man. All he could think about was how gorgeous Jeff was. “How are you doing?” He asked, genuinely concerned as Jeff seemed to be really off today.
Jeff felt irritation well up in him at Chris’ tone of voice and before he could stop he was speaking, “I’m not high if that’s what you’re asking,” He snapped, almost recoiling at the sound of his own voice. Since when did he talk to anyone like that, even if that person had hurt him in the past? He opened his mouth to apologize when Chris held up a hand to stop him.
“I appreciate the honesty.” Chris smiled easily. “My reason for asking if you looked….really frustrated or something,” He explained, a fire igniting within him. This wasn’t his Jeff, but he liked him just the same, there was a passion behind those stunning eyes that hadn’t been present in a long time, not since at least five years before.
Feeling himself flush Jeff felt like an idiot, Chris couldn’t know, couldn’t tell how he felt…could he? “Oh yeah,” He cleared his throat. “I haven’t been sleeping well,” He explained, tucking some hair behind his ear.
Chris nodded, taking note of the dark circles under Jeff’s eyes. He was telling the truth, and Chris felt awful that he was studying Jeff as though waiting for him to slip up any minute now. That wasn’t fair, and he knew it was wrong as he’d heard from several people, including Shawn, who would know that the young man was doing well. “I’m sorry to hear that, is there anything I could do to help?” He asked.
Jeff’s cheeks grew redder and he turned his face away. “Not really,” He muttered, even though he wanted to tell Chris that he hadn’t been sleeping due to dreams of them, writhing between the sheets together. He could never be that honest. Especially where his former lover was concerned, he couldn’t believe the thoughts running through his head. He really needed to get out of here, get some air and rethink this whole trying to be friends with his ex thing.
“I’m sorry Chris but I gotta get going, I’ve got things to do.” Things? Is that the best you can come up with? Yes indeed, Jeff did feel like he was going completely insane at times.
Wanting to grab Jeff’s wrist and stop him Chris resisted the urge, his hand clenching in his pocket he realized he didn’t have any control over his emotions when Jeff was near, and he didn’t know what to do. He seriously didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him, he couldn’t do this, couldn’t try to go after Jeff when the other man wasn’t receptive to the idea. He walked down the hall, finally making his way into the hotel restaurant he looked for a free table smiling when Matt Hardy waved him over.
“Hey man how’s it going?” Matt asked, standing up he gave Chris a manly hug clapping him on the back. “It’s good to see you back in the grind again.”
Chris dropped down in the chair, happy that Matt wasn’t treating him the way Jeff just had but then again the other man had always tried to see both sides of every argument. Well most arguments anyway, “Its going alright, how have you been doing lately?” He leaned forward in his seat, studying Matt. He seemed a little bit haggard, almost like he hadn’t been sleeping that well.
Matt shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t think I can really complain,” He responded softly, spearing one of the sausages on his plate he took a bite out of it. “How are you feeling, being back here again?” He questioned, diverting the subject quite easily. He’d found he was actually quite good at it by now.
“It’s harder than I thought it would be that’s for sure, I don’t know why but for some stupid dumbass reason I thought that everyone would accept me back with open arms or something,” Chris responded running a hand through his hair. “I ran into Jeff,” He told Matt, his voice hushed as he knew there were ears nearby that would love the latest bit of gossip. “It was interesting to say the least.” He informed the older brother of his former lover. Chris knew that Matt wouldn’t care, wouldn’t take sides as the other man would always be a good sounding board for everyone who he cared about.
Matt reached across the table and patted his arm lightly, shooting him a quick smile. “I heard about it, not just from Jeff too. It seems you two are quite the attraction,” He responded. “I’m sorry that he was so harsh with you,” He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “He just…he’s a different person now.”
“I’ve noticed,” Chris leaned back in his chair, managing a tight smile. If Jeff was even acting different around Matt this was going to be a lot harder than he expected. He would definitely have to enlist some help, “So how have things been going between you and a certain Dead Man?” He asked him.
Flushing slightly Matt shook his head, “Nothing’s going on between me and Mark, nothing’s ever been going on between the two of us.” He sighed softly; looking down at the table he traced a pattern in the table cloth.
Chris groaned in disappointment, “Are you kidding me Matt? You’ve been completely in love with him for years. This is ridiculous.” He stood up from the table. “Pay for your meal and let’s go,” He told him, his firm tone brooking no further argument.
Matt put some money on the table, more than a little flustered he stood up and followed Chris out of the restaurant. “What are we doing Chris? Well what are you doing?” He asked, used to the other man’s schemes but he was unsure as to what this one even was.
“We are going upstairs,” Chris responded, grabbing his hand he led him into the elevator and pushed the button, tapping his foot on the floor as he did so.
“And you are going to tell Mark exactly how you feel about him, and I don’t care if I have to carry you into his damn room and tie you to his bed myself. I am so sick of you mooning over him; it’s getting kind of pathetic.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“You promised me you would tell him two freaking years ago Matt,” Chris gave him a disappointed look, arching an eyebrow. “What stopped you?” He’d had Matt nearly convinced before he left that it would be for the best if he would just tell the older man how he felt.
Matt shrugged his shoulders, his cheeks flushed, “I just couldn’t do it. I’m not good with this kind of stuff, I’m really not.” He responded, it was a constant source of frustration for him, that he couldn’t just tell people exactly how he felt and what he meant. Instead he usually ended up standing in front of Mark grinning like a love struck idiot.
“Well you are going to tell him, do you want to live out the rest of your life with what ifs?” Chris asked his friend, rubbing his back gently. “I don’t think you do. Do you?” He knew how it felt to have regrets more than anything, he regretted so much from before he’d left the business the first time and most of it had to do with
Taking a deep breath Matt shook his head, “No, I don’t want to be that person, I don’t think anyone does? Do you know what room he’s in?” He asked, prepared to do this alone.
Chris grinned widely at him and slapped him on the back, “Good for you,” He told him. “He’s in room 398, go get him Matt, and try to keep that goofy smile off your face when you see him, it’s kind of…scary. I think it might even intimidate him,” He teased lightly, unable to stop himself from doing so. The older Hardy boy was just too easy to get to at times.
Matt shoved Chris playfully, “Shut up man, it’s not like it’s something I can control.” He couldn’t help but smile just the same. He’d definitely missed Chris and his playful demeanour while he was gone, even though he had to listen to his little brother gripe and complain about the other man at almost every opportunity. When the elevator doors opened he shot Chris a look and smiled back at him before heading down the hallway, his spine straightening. Matt could do this, it’d been years in the making and all he needed was a push in the right direction.
“You can do it,” Chris called out before pushing the button to his floor, allowing the doors to clothes. He hoped that Matt actually got the guts to do it because he really did want to see his friend happy, especially if he couldn’t be.
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Finding Mark’s room Matt raised his hand then stopped, doing it again before he began pacing back and forth making a noise of surprise as the door swung open and the man in question was standing there looking at him with a quizzical expression on his face. He’d be confused to if he found a lost wrestler hanging outside his room and Matt most definitely was feeling lost.
“Is there something you need?” Mark asked, arching an eyebrow he leaned against the door jamb studying him intently. He couldn’t help but be amused, knowing that the younger man had feelings for him for awhile.
Matt turned to look at Mark, loving how hot the other man looked in a pair of jeans. “You,” He blurted out before he could stop himself. He slapped a hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “Oh dear lord, I mean…that is…I’ve gotta go.” He turned to flee down the hallway.
Reaching out quickly Mark grabbed his arm and reeled him back in, turning the younger man to face him. “I think you and I need to have a little talk,” He told him, pushing the door open behind him. “In,” He ordered.
Feeling more than a little meek in the face of the man with such a large presence Matt nodded, making his way into the room slowly he twisted his hands together. Here he was Matt Hardy, one of the most popular superstars and he couldn’t even face the man he’d loved for more than four years now.
“So what do you want to talk about?” Matt responded, pushing his hands into his back pockets.
“Sit down,” Mark told him; gesturing to the couch he sat down as well after getting two bottles of water. When Matt sat down beside him he put one in front of him. “I wondered how long it would take you to come to me, two years more, three even.” He leaned back in his seat, glancing over at Matt. “I’m a very patient man Matt, but even you try my patience.”
Matt opened the bottle of water and took a long drink out of it, sighing softly when he was done. “You knew how I felt?” He asked, swallowing heavily. Was he going to get his ass kicked now? No, Chris would never purposely lead him into a dangerous situation, although…the other man could be quite blond at times.
Mark smirked at him, “Of course I knew, I’m not stupid Matt,” He replied, his voice as soft yet powerful as ever. Matt had always admired how the other man could command silence with a single soft spoken word; it was one of the many things he loved about Mark. “The way you would blush whenever I talked to ya or the cute little smile on your face whenever you try to talk to me.”
Looking at him Matt’s mouth gaped, “You think my smile is cute?” He asked, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Unable to resist Mark laughed softly, “Yeah I do Matt,” He responded, reaching over he pulled him close. “And you know I was losing patience, because maybe I felt the same way about you,” He looked into Matt’s eyes.
“God your eyes are gorgeous,” Matt murmured softly before the weight behind Mark’s words sunk in for him. “You feel the same way? You…You love me?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly, as though he was scared to even ask the question in fear of the answer.
“Is that so hard to believe?” Mark asked him, “You are loveable.” He stroked his hand lightly down Matt’s cheek. “Anything you have to say to me now Matt? After all these years…”
Matt smiled at him, almost shyly he moved the slightest bit closer, “I have nothing to say,” He responded before boldly pulling Mark close and kissing him on the lips almost hungrily, all the desperation and loneliness of the last few years getting to him.
Mark returned the kiss, easing him down onto the couch he nipped at his bottom lip, pulling the ponytail holder from his hair he splayed his large hands through the other man’s hair. He growled softly when Matt wrapped both arms around his body pulling their bodies close together; when he pulled away he stared down, green eyes filled with amusement. “For not having anything to say you sure just said a lot.”
“I’m good like that,” Matt laughed softly, brushing his own hair from his face. “I wish I’d done this years ago.” He murmured wistfully, clearly yearning for the time lost between them. “We would’ve had so much more time together.”
Sighing Mark shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere right now or anytime soon, so why don’t we start by making up for lost time?” He asked, lowering his mouth to Matt’s once again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Walking back toward his room Chris felt like all the energy was drained from him, his steps becoming heavier, his soul seeming to weigh him down. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this, without his lover. It was physically exhausting, physically draining for him and he could hardly hold his head up.
“Chris? Are you okay?” A familiar voice asked before Chris’ eyes rolled back in his head and he fell backward in the hallway, hitting the floor with a thud.
“Oh my god, Shawn come quickly,” Phil called back into the room before he moved toward Chris, checking him for head wounds from where he’d hit the floor. “Chris, Chris wake up,” He patted the blond man’s cheeks gently, trying to wake him up.
Shawn hurried into the hallway and helped him lift Chris, carrying him into their room they cleared off the spare bed which was covered in their stuff as they never used it. “Chris wake up,” He shouted, trying to get him to open his eyes he placed his hand on Chris’ wrist and checked his pulse. “His pulse is racing, like he’s just wrestled an hour long match or something.”
Opening his eyes slowly Chris looked around the room and his body shuddered when he realized his former lover wasn’t there. He would most likely never be there again, “Need Jeff,” He said hoarsely before he passed into the darkness once again.
Phil glanced up into Shawn’s eyes, nodding. “You go get Jeff and I’ll stay here with him, I’ll try and wake him up and find out what’s going on.”
Shawn kissed him softly on the lips, and touched Chris’ forehead quickly before he jogged out of the room hurrying down the hall toward the elevator. If he had to drag Jeff Hardy back to his and Phil’s room by his hair, he definitely would. He was sick of the younger man trying to run away from his problems, especially when it caused everyone else such pain and discomfort. It was time for Jeff to face his past, and Shawn was just the person to make him do it. He would not allow the two of them to destroy each other at any cost.
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