WWE Fic: Assistance Required 1.5/?

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Title: Assistance Required
Fandom: WWE
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The disclaimer can be found in my profile. To put it simply don't own, don't sue.
Summary: AU SLASH. Jeff Hardy is sick of always being late to meetings and when Matt gives him a suggestion to solve the problem he decides to go for it. But it's never exactly what he expects.

            Jeff Hardy waited in the airport lounge, tapping his foot to the beat of the music he was listening to. Sometimes he couldn’t help but be happy when he got into this zone, one where nothing could touch him because he had music in his ears and a smile on his face, of course it helped to know that on this day he would no longer have to worry about getting himself to and from meetings and constantly worrying over whether or not he’d been late or missed one entirely. Sure most grown men would be insulted at the thought of a veritable babysitter but he was actually quite excited about it, as the personal assistant he had requested would most likely be able to help him get his life on track. Now all he had to do was wait for the guy, who he hadn’t even seen a picture of quite yet. For all Jeff knew he could look like some kind of serial killer, or be some kind of freak, a thought that made Jeff grin because really, he didn’t have time to talk.

            “Uhm excuse me, Mr. Hardy sir,” The attendant from the counter who’d been helping him poked her head in, looking apprehensive at bothering the strange looking man. “I think we’ve found the gentleman you were looking for, should we bring him to you?” She asked, biting her bottom lip slightly.

            Pulling his headphones from his ears Jeff nodded. “I think that might be best,” He responded softly, pocketing his mp3 player he stood up, smoothing his jeans somewhat. He couldn’t believe how nervous he actually felt, it was like he was being set up on a blind date as opposed to meeting his new personal assistant. He pulled his hair up into a messy knot, turning away from the door way and taking a deep breath.

            “Hello, you must be Jeff Hardy,” Another Carolinian? Jeff turned, resisting the urge to flush bright red at the other man’s appearance. He most certainly didn’t look like a serial killer, nor did he look like a freak. If Jeff had to pick any sort of label it would be…nerd. He had long blond hair but it was brushed up into a tight ponytail, square thick rimmed glasses covering his dark eyes and a white button up shirt, black dress pants and a velvety looking button up coat. This man definitely wasn’t what Jeff had been expecting, but he most certainly was quite attractive in an oddly alluring way.

            Pulling himself out of his thoughts and urges to mess up this newcomers close and see if he could ruffle his feathers Jeff stuck out his hand. “And you must be my personal assistant,” He felt warmth surge up his arm when the other man took his hand. He definitely wasn’t a farm worker, or into using his hands, the skin in contrast to Jeff’s was smooth and soft. Glancing down he could see that the other man’s hands were manicured as well; it was something that he always found to be adorable.

            “Shannon Moore, it’s really nice to meet you.” He smiled, trying to resist the urge to melt through the floor, because this was Jeff Hardy who he’d watched on television for many years now and he was so damn gorgeous and his hands were quite rough and masculine despite people frequently commenting on Jeff’s “feminine” looks. He was definitely all man, Shannon knew that now.

            Jeff nodded, trying to figure out why on earth that name sounded so damn familiar to him. “Believe me; it’s nice to meet you too.” He responded. “I’ve been needing a personal assistant for awhile but didn’t know it until my brother suggested it.” He gestured to Shannon’s bag, taking it easily from him.

            Shannon tried to stop him, “Oh you don’t have to do that, really. I can carry my own bag,” He couldn’t help but smile shyly at Jeff all the same, it had been awhile since any man had acted so nicely toward him, even if this man was supposed to be his boss.

            “No it’s alright I don’t mind, after all you’re going to have to keep my ass in line, it really is the least I can do for you, you’ll soon learn,” Jeff grinned, leading him out the door and to where his car had been specially parked. “How does this system work?” He asked once they were in the car and he was starting it up.

            Opening the folder Shannon had in his hands he pulled out a piece of paper. “Well your itinerary has already been faxed to us by Stephanie McMahon, she was quite interested in who you’d be paired up with as far as an assistant was concerned. It must be nice to have a boss who cares so much,” He commented lightly, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes in any way.

            “You’ve never met Vince McMahon clearly,” Jeff smirked lightly as he turned the corner, sliding his sunglasses on. “Do I have anything to do today?”

            Shannon gaped at him, was he serious? He’d come to pick up Shannon at the airport but beyond that didn’t know what he was supposed to do with his day. He’d heard rumour that Jeff was disorganized and paid little attention to his schedule but this was truly ridiculous; it looked like he most definitely had his work cut out for him with this client. “No you don’t sir,” He stuttered looking back down at the schedule when he realized he’d most likely been staring for too long.

            Jeff smiled, glancing over at Shannon he looked at him over the top of his sunglasses. “You really don’t have to call me sir, so I have the day off is what you’re saying.” He continued, stopping at a red-light he picked up his bottle of juice and managed to open it with one hand, taking a long pull from the neck of the bottle.

            Right away, as soon as he saw the muscles moving in Jeff’s long slim neck Shannon knew this job was going to be a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. Jeff was disorganized yes, that he could deal with. But Jeff was also unbelievably sexy, that he wasn’t so sure he would be able to deal with. “Yes you do si-Jeff,” He managed a weak smile, turning back to the paper in his hands. He wasn’t surprised to find his palms were sweating.

            “Good, that’ll give me time to go shopping,” Jeff smiled, seeming quite happy at the thought of a day to himself…or rather a day with just him and his new assistant. Matt would be so disappointed him if he knew what his little brother was thinking about his fresh new assistant right now, because none of those thoughts were pure that was for sure.

            Shannon arched an eyebrow, trying to decide if he should be scared of the excited, almost manic look in Jeff’s eye. “Oh? Is there something you need to pick up? Will you be needing me to come with you or are you going to drop me off at the hotel?” He didn’t really care either way but his entire life Shannon had known what the plan was ahead of time, it was what made him such a good personal assistant.

            “I’d prefer it if you’d come with me, I need to get to know you after all, to find out if we’ll be compatible as client and assistant I suppose you could say,” Jeff took another drink from his bottle, heading onto the off ramp so that he could pull into the underground parking of the mall. “You don’t mind do you? I can take you back to the hotel.”

            Shaking his head Shannon tucked the sheet back into the folder and undid his seatbelt as soon as the car stopped, getting out of the car he waited patiently for Jeff. “What are we here for, if you don’t mind me asking?” He shifted from foot to foot as Jeff joined him.

            “Well…did you bring any casual clothes?” Jeff questioned him, sounding and looking amused as he took in Shannon’s appearance. It wasn’t a bad look; in fact he thought it was quite nice. But he didn’t want his assistant, who seemed so timid to get eaten alive by the boys in the locker room.

            Shannon looked down at his clothing, taking in his own appearance he was dismayed, what was wrong with what he was wearing. He knew it wasn’t exactly popular but it had always worked for him. Or at least he thought it had. None of his previous employers had complained about it before. “What’s wrong with my clothing?”

            Jeff chuckled, gently clapping Shannon on the shoulder he led him into the mall, “There’s nothing wrong with your clothing. It seems to suit you, but it won’t suit the boys in the back. Trust me.” He told him, trying to sound warm and jovial, anything to put the other man at ease. “So we’re going to buy you some nice looking casual clothes, so you won’t stick out like a sore thumb.”

            Shannon didn’t know whether to be offended or not. He could understand where Jeff was coming for after all but that didn’t make it any less insulting to him, after all he had his own sense of style and hoped that because it was his own that other people would respect him. Instead of fighting with his new boss however he relented, “Alright, I guess I could try a few things on but really you don’t have to pay for me. It’s okay; I do make pretty good money.”

            “And you still will,” Jeff responded amiably, pleased that Shannon was willing to do it. He’d tried, valiantly to bring up the clothing issue in a way that wouldn’t hurt the other man but wasn’t very good with emotional sensitivity. After all he had spent three to four years completely detached from the world emotionally due to drugs. It was still hard for him to be able to understand what made other people tick, and what would hurt them when for him he didn’t honestly know what made him tick half the time. Shaking himself out of those thoughts Jeff turned back to Shannon, “So where about are you from?” He asked, having recognized the accent rather quickly.

            “North Carolina,” Shannon responded, “Not that you’d really have to ask that one, being from the Carolinas yourself.” He looked around as they entered the mall. “So what store do you think we should go to first?” He questioned.

            Jeff smiled at him, “I figured we could start slowly, jeans and t-shirts. That kind of thing, after that of course I could get you some free merchandise if you’d like.” The thought of Shannon wearing a Hardy boy’s jersey was almost too much for him to bear and all of a sudden it was the only thing that he wanted to see, forget the jeans and t-shirts.

            “I wouldn’t mind it, it’d be cool. Kind of like a souvenir when you travel to a new exotic place,” Shannon found Jeff easier to talk to than he’d expected him to be. He was so easy going and friendly that Shannon knew this was going to be a good situation, as long as he didn’t go mad from having such a gorgeous enigmatic man so close to him.

            Jeff arched an eyebrow unable to resist teasing Shannon, “Do you consider working for me to be exotic? I thought you personal assistants worked for the hottest of celebrities.”

            Hottest was right; Shannon could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment now. “I haven’t really worked with anyone who’s famous before, but since I’m good with dealing with the richest of the rich and you and I have the same temperament they placed me with you. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

            “No, not at all. I don’t really care who you’ve worked for before me,” Jeff shrugged his shoulders, leading him into a store he picked out a few t-shirts holding them up in front of Shannon he tilted his head to the side. “And of course I’ll pay for it all; you’re my assistant and consider it a bonus.” He smiled at him warmly, clapping him on the shoulder once again.

            Shannon looked down at the t-shirt Jeff was holding in front of him, a frisson of heat flowing through him quickly as the other man touched him. He hoped Jeff was naturally affectionate like this all the time; it would definitely be a perk of the job that was for sure. “I’ll give in, but you shouldn’t expect that too often.”

            “Oh but what if I want you to give in,” Jeff responded softly barely above a whisper as Shannon began to lead him around the store, smiling to himself just the slightest bit. It was definitely going to be fun, having this blond as an assistant. He really couldn’t wait to get to know him a little bit better. “So did you have a choice in being my assistant?”

            Shannon shook his head, remembering the excitement he’d felt at being able to be Jeff’s assistant. If he’d known the younger Hardy boy had needed one he would’ve volunteered a long time ago, after all this was Jeff, who he’d spent many a night fantasizing about in his room at home, shadowed by the darkness. And now that he was working for it he was almost entirely sure that it would drive him to complete and utter madness. “I didn’t have any choice but I’m pretty sure it will be a good arrangement for both of us.”

            “Why?” Jeff couldn’t help but ask, curious about this new person, who could end up being a friend or something more.

            “I needed to get away from where I was,” Shannon responded bluntly, meeting Jeff’s eyes he could see understanding growing in the other man’s eyes. He’d heard rumours that Jeff had gotten involved in some bad stuff, to try and avoid whatever hopelessness he was feeling but he’d hoped it hadn’t been true. He’d wanted to believe, like so many others that it wasn’t true because he admired the other man. He still admired the other man now, because Jeff was clearly strong.

            Jeff smiled slightly; glad to see that in Shannon’s eyes there was little difference between the two of them. “So Shannon, do you watch wrestling?” He asked, curious to know the younger man.

            Shannon smiled, “When I get the chance yeah I do.” He responded, picking out a few more t-shirts he took his turn following Jeff now towards the casual style pants. He resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose when he saw some of the patterns. They reminded him of the clothes he’d worn in high school when he was trying to be cool, trying to be an outsider.

            “Who is your favourite?” Jeff asked, resisting the urge to laugh at the look on Shannon’s face. It was one of pure abject horror, deciding to take pity on his assistant he picked out a pair of simple jeans checking with Shannon for the size before shoving those into the smaller man’s arms and leading him toward the fitting rooms now. “I do expect you to come out and show me once you’ve tried those.”

            “I guess…I mean…you would be my favourite I suppose,” Shannon flushed, ducking his head. “I just like the way you move in the ring, I mean…the high flying.” He quickly went into the change room, missing the surprised look on Jeff’s face as he did so.

            Jeff leaned against the wall, feeling pretty proud of himself at managing to fluster Shannon without even meaning to. He was flattered of course, and would definitely be willing to show some of his moves to Shannon. “Thank you, I’m glad to know you appreciate my work.” He didn’t know what else to stay.

            Shannon stepped out of the fitting room and Jeff felt his mouth go completely dry as the other man looked at him expectantly, yes his life was getting more and more interesting every day. Especially with a sexy blond who looked that much better in a pair of nice fitting jeans and a wife beater. Suddenly he wasn’t sure if getting an assistant was such a good idea…