Post by jomoxmiz on Jun 4, 2009 13:45:38 GMT -5
A step Beyond
(Hardycest x Adam)
Jeff awoke, far from Matt. Though he was laying softly, his long dark wavy hair falling onto Jeff’s muscled arm, which was wrapped around him… he had never felt so distant. Damnit, Matt didn’t know he’d seen them together… to be fair, he shouldn’t even of been there. He wasn’t meant to be at SmackDown that night.. so why would Matt of expected to see him with that blonde fuck Adam. Course, by the time Jeff had got there… Matt’s toungue was half way down Adam’s throat and his hand in his tights. That was something Jeff never wanted to see again. But now Jeff was questioning himself… Matt… everyone.
Matt stirred softly, opening his eyes to see Jeff’s pensive face, he smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss him, but Jeff turned his head… he could taste that whore on Matt’s soft lips still. Matt paused, puzzled as to Jeff’s coldness towards him this morning. Though as he glanced at the clock he nodded. 4am, and Jeff was not a morning person at the best of times. Matt began to feel himself fall back to sleep when he was woken by Jeff’s harsh whisper cutting through the night silence.
“How was SmackDown last night Matt.”
Matt sat up slightly, Jeff hadnt turned, or even moved at all. He stared, arms folded, breathing softly, staring at the far wall… his naked chest moving hypnotically, fasinating Matt.
“Huh? Oh it was normal… didnt’cha watch it?”
Jeff sighed, still cold towards Matt.
“I was there…”
“You were?”
Matts voice cracked slightly, but he fixed it fast enough
“Why didn’t you drop by? say hello?”
Jeff smiled slightly, a dark sadistic smile Matt had never seen before.
“You were busy when I turned up… some sorta private thing obviously.”
Matt smiled at him, trying to raise the dark air that had filled from the night.
“I’m never to busy for you hun…”
Jeff just smiled slightly and left the room, leaving Matt with a dry and dusty feeling in the back of his throat.
Saturday. House show. All brands…
Jeff fell to his knees in the locker… that match was rough as all hell. He felt like his body had been broken a thousand times over, so he looked up hoping to see Matt… but seeing just an empty chair and a note saying Matt was talking to Adam…. Talking eh? Wait, was Jeff just going insane? Being too doubting? No… he had seen it before, and hell… he wouldn’t put it past that little slut Adam if he was forcing Matt into something.. a few compliments and Matt was putty in your hand, Jeff knew that. So Jeff breathed in deeply, and headed to Adam’s locker.
Adam had a top class locker, meaning there were windows to see in… Jeff supposed for the fans. So Jeff climbed up onto a table and some crates to see in through the top of the window, in a way he couldn’t be seen. He paused slightly, tryiong to make sence of what he was seeing… walking along the table in order to see better, biting back the anger rising at what he was seeing.
Adam… biting onto Matts hand, his face red, his back with long scratches down it, not all too dissimilar to the scratches that adorned Jeff’s back under his top, he did pray they were for a different reason, but as he heard Matt’s all familiar moan… he froze, feeling deeply sick to see his lover fall limp and exhausted ontop of Adam, laughing softly… kissing that slut’s face… Matt’s soft hands entwined in Adam’s greasy blonde hair. It was enough to make Jeff want to kill them both… so much he had to get away… moving backwards on the table, just to step too far and fall, causing a loud crash as his head bounced off the concrete.
Jeff’s eyes closed slowly as he saw Matt and Adam infront of him. God, did they not realise that Jeff knew what sex smelt like? He knew the scent of Matt after sex… and it made him sick that the sweet smell now was plastered on Adam’s sweaty body… he heard Matt say his name slowly… a darkness to his voice before Jeff faded away completely.
(Hardycest x Adam)
Jeff awoke, far from Matt. Though he was laying softly, his long dark wavy hair falling onto Jeff’s muscled arm, which was wrapped around him… he had never felt so distant. Damnit, Matt didn’t know he’d seen them together… to be fair, he shouldn’t even of been there. He wasn’t meant to be at SmackDown that night.. so why would Matt of expected to see him with that blonde fuck Adam. Course, by the time Jeff had got there… Matt’s toungue was half way down Adam’s throat and his hand in his tights. That was something Jeff never wanted to see again. But now Jeff was questioning himself… Matt… everyone.
Matt stirred softly, opening his eyes to see Jeff’s pensive face, he smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss him, but Jeff turned his head… he could taste that whore on Matt’s soft lips still. Matt paused, puzzled as to Jeff’s coldness towards him this morning. Though as he glanced at the clock he nodded. 4am, and Jeff was not a morning person at the best of times. Matt began to feel himself fall back to sleep when he was woken by Jeff’s harsh whisper cutting through the night silence.
“How was SmackDown last night Matt.”
Matt sat up slightly, Jeff hadnt turned, or even moved at all. He stared, arms folded, breathing softly, staring at the far wall… his naked chest moving hypnotically, fasinating Matt.
“Huh? Oh it was normal… didnt’cha watch it?”
Jeff sighed, still cold towards Matt.
“I was there…”
“You were?”
Matts voice cracked slightly, but he fixed it fast enough
“Why didn’t you drop by? say hello?”
Jeff smiled slightly, a dark sadistic smile Matt had never seen before.
“You were busy when I turned up… some sorta private thing obviously.”
Matt smiled at him, trying to raise the dark air that had filled from the night.
“I’m never to busy for you hun…”
Jeff just smiled slightly and left the room, leaving Matt with a dry and dusty feeling in the back of his throat.
Saturday. House show. All brands…
Jeff fell to his knees in the locker… that match was rough as all hell. He felt like his body had been broken a thousand times over, so he looked up hoping to see Matt… but seeing just an empty chair and a note saying Matt was talking to Adam…. Talking eh? Wait, was Jeff just going insane? Being too doubting? No… he had seen it before, and hell… he wouldn’t put it past that little slut Adam if he was forcing Matt into something.. a few compliments and Matt was putty in your hand, Jeff knew that. So Jeff breathed in deeply, and headed to Adam’s locker.
Adam had a top class locker, meaning there were windows to see in… Jeff supposed for the fans. So Jeff climbed up onto a table and some crates to see in through the top of the window, in a way he couldn’t be seen. He paused slightly, tryiong to make sence of what he was seeing… walking along the table in order to see better, biting back the anger rising at what he was seeing.
Adam… biting onto Matts hand, his face red, his back with long scratches down it, not all too dissimilar to the scratches that adorned Jeff’s back under his top, he did pray they were for a different reason, but as he heard Matt’s all familiar moan… he froze, feeling deeply sick to see his lover fall limp and exhausted ontop of Adam, laughing softly… kissing that slut’s face… Matt’s soft hands entwined in Adam’s greasy blonde hair. It was enough to make Jeff want to kill them both… so much he had to get away… moving backwards on the table, just to step too far and fall, causing a loud crash as his head bounced off the concrete.
Jeff’s eyes closed slowly as he saw Matt and Adam infront of him. God, did they not realise that Jeff knew what sex smelt like? He knew the scent of Matt after sex… and it made him sick that the sweet smell now was plastered on Adam’s sweaty body… he heard Matt say his name slowly… a darkness to his voice before Jeff faded away completely.