For those of you who are waiting for the second chapter to "Schooling Him,' don't worry it is coming. Up until know, I can honestly say I lost a bit of my knack for writing. But the blanks that my mind had drawn have ultimately led me here. I hope you enjoy. :)

-BGW

Title: Promiscuous Boy

Pairing: CM Punk & Jeff Hardy (because this couple is so damned epic!)

Setting: Takes place starting after Friday Night Smackdown, 6-26-2009.

Jeff stormed down the hallway toward the dressing room. Stopping in front the door he was in search of, he rolled his eyes & took a deep breath before barging in. "Punk!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, startling the other man. Punk just stared at the younger Hardy wide-eyed as he continued.

"What the fuck was that man? What the fuck is going on with all this emotional train-wreck, mind games shit? Are you sure you're not on any kind of drugs?!" Jeff was so loud, Punk could swear that the other wrestlers could hear him through the six walls down.

"You know... you can call me Phil... outside of the ring," Punk smirked in an attempt to lighten Jeff's mood.

"OK, Phil! Don't fuck with me dude, what's your deal?"

"My deal? I don't have a deal; just my desire to remain World Heavyweight Champion," Phil stated sarcastically.

Feeling his blood boil, Jeff slammed shut the locker room door & locked it. Phil noted the latter & stood up. Jeff turned his attention back to the straight-edge superstar & stalked slowly toward him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Phil. He disgusted him! 'He talks abouts his desire to remain champion. Hmph! I should be the champion, not him!' Phil backed away as Jeff came closer to him, but he was suddenly stopped by the wall.

"J-Jeff?" Phil stuttered suddenly feeling his lungs constrict & his heart sink down into his stomach.

Jeff slammed his hands on the wall on the sides of Phil's head. He glared down into the olive colored eyes & smirked at the mixture of confusion & fear that lined the younger man's eyebrows. He thought back to earlier that night when Phil hit the GTS on Morrison. The look of anguish that plagued his features afterwards made Jeff wonder what was really going on with the young phoenix.

"So tell me, Phil, what was it like for you after you planted your finisher on Morrison? Did it make you feel good? Did it make you feel bad? Or were you just confused because you couldn't figure out what you'd just done?" Jeff asked, barely speaking above a whisper.

When Phil didn't answer, Jeff continued. "You see, I think that you're a little unsure of yourself as champion. I think the only reason you had the desire for the title is so that you could get a little closer... to me," Jeff smirked watching Phil's eyes widen as he reached down to stroke him through his shorts.

Phil bit his lip, but failed to stifle the wimper that managed to escape his lips. Jeff leaned in, pressing his lips to Phil's. He forced his tongue through, giving him access to explore Phil's sweetness with his tongue. & sweet is definitely how Phil tasted. Phil shifted under Jeff's touch as he gave in to the kiss. He groaned as Jeff began to undo the zipper of his shorts. Not breaking their kiss, Jeff managed to get Phil's shorts & boxers down to his ankles. Stepping on Phil's discarded bottoms, Jeff slowly lifted each of Phil's legs out of them.

Breaking the kiss, Jeff trailed his mouth down to nibble at Phil's neck while he released himself of his own bottoms. Wrapping his arms around Phil's waist, Jeff gently grinded himself against Phil's now fully hard cock. He cupped the ravenette's ass & began to caress it softly as Phil leaned down; moaning into Jeff's neck.

"Jeff...please," Phil whispered.

"Please what, dollbaby?" Jeff smirked.

"Take me, take me, ...please!"

Jeff smiled, he knew his accusations about Phil wanting to be closer to him were true. & if he was what Phil wanted, then he could pretend to play within Phil's little games for a little while longer. Seeing how desperate for his attention Phil was & to risk his popularity with the crowd in order to capture it was actually kind of cute. Slowly he lifted Phil up against the wall. Wrapping his legs around the older man's waist, he cried out in pain & ecstasy as Jeff thrust his full length through is entrance.

"Fuck! Phil you're so fucking tight!" Jeff screamed as he continued thrusting into his new playtoy.

Phil's response was a deep moan as Jeff took him. As much as he wanted to deny it, Jeff's accusations against him were indeed true. He'd been lusting after the sibling Hardy for quite some time, but hadn't known how to really capture his attention. By Jeff winning the ladder match against Edge at Extreme Rules, Phil saw that as the perfect opportunity to make his presence known.

Phil whimpered when he felt the hot burst of Jeff's seed spilling into him. He gasped loudly as Jeff thrust into one last time, hard & rough, before pulling out of him. Jeff placed Phil back onto his feet, but was quickly used as a crutch as Phil collasped onto his chest. Jeff chuckled looking down at Phil's sweat covered & illustrious face. He gently pushed the matter hair on his forehead back behind his ears. Lifting Phil, he laid him down on the couch. Phil still had a hard-on that needed to be tended to.

Phil gasped as he felt Jeff's lips kiss the slit of his cock. Smiling, Jeff continued to place teasing pecks over the tip, causing Phil to shiver in need. "Jeeeff, please... don't tease me, please." With that, Jeff lowered his mouth down Phil's hardened shaft. He suctioned Phil's cock hard & fast. He felt his own dick twitch at the pretty sounds that were coming from Phil. He reached down to grab his own erection when a thought popped into his head.

Phil whined when Jeff removed his mouth from him. He opened his mouth to protest when Jeff lowered his cock into his mouth. When Phil didn't immediately begin his performance, Jeff looked down to meet the olive gaze, "suck, like a good boy's supposed to." Obeying the demand, Phil began sucking Jeff's dick like the pro that he was. Jeff moaned in sheet pleasure at the feel of Phil's mouth on him. 'God this boy is cock-sucking genius!'

As Phil continued his success on Jeff, Jeff leaned back down to take Phil's entirety into his mouth. Both Phil & Jeff sucked on each other like it was the last thing they'd ever do in life. Phil came fist, shooting his milkshake-like sweetness down Jeff's throat. Jeff felt himself on the brink of satisfaction & pulled his cock from Phil's mouth, allowing his seed to rain down, covering Phil's face.

Phil had his eyes shut tight, not wanting the sticky heat to enter his eyes. Jeff lifted himself up from Phil & stared won at him. He grinned at the sight before him. There was going to have to be a replay done of this somewhere down the line. Jeff went into the bathroom & wet a washcloth. He kneeled down & began wiping the cum from Phil's face. Phil's eyes opened as Jeff wiped what was around his eyes.

"That was so mean," Phil stated.

"Shut up, youngin', you liked it," Jeff laughed as he tossed the washcloth aside.

Phil blushed & buried his face in the crook of Jeff's neck. Jeff kissed at Phil's hair & strummed his fingers through the onyx colored locks. Jeff pulled himself up to sit on the couch, pulling Phil onto his lap. He grabbed Phil's face & brought his lips to his own in a deep, passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, Jeff tightened his grip on Phil's face, his eyes darkening. Phil lifted his hands to cover Jeff's in an attempt to get the enigma to loosen his grip.

In a low, deep whisper Jeff spoke, "You may own that title, but I own you. No matter what happens at The Bash, or even anything after that. You are mine, no one else's, all mine. Got it?"

"Y-Yes...," Phil panted, loving Jeff's sudden possesiveness.

"Good," Jeff responded, planting another kiss on Phil's mouth.