A/N Soooo, I was gone forever, sorry. But here's some smut. XD Chapter warnings: smut, cursing, MxM

After receiving a call from Mark on the way to meet them, Jeff learned that the men had been held up at work and that Jeff was welcome to meet them there.

Jeff was to meet up with the men at a garage that had been unoccupied for a few years. He hadn't realized someone had bought it till he called Glenn asking for a meeting place and was told the address. Apparently the new owners were his knights from the night before.

The men were working when Jeff arrived, and they didn't notice him right away so it gave Jeff some time to appreciate how much work they'd done to fix up the once-in-shambles-now really-kinda-awesome garage. The interior was significantly upgraded from the once bare garage. This being the only garage in Cameron, the men were already getting business, despite their arrival only a short while ago. Metallica rang throughout the interior of the garage as the men worked on what Jeff thought could have been Trish Stratus's Chevy Malibu.

"Wow, y'all have really livened up this old place," Jeff mused as he leaned against the open triple garage door.

"Hey, ya got here fast baby Hardy. Eager to see us?" Mark teased as he straightened up from looking under the hood. Glenn, who was under the car itself, rolled himself out and stood.

"Nice t'see ya Jeff," Glenn said genially. The men realized now exactly hat Jeff was wearing and both felt their pants tighten at the gift wrapped up just for them.

"Thought my eagerness would be appreciated," Jeff teased right back. "And it's nice to see y'all again. Y'all really want a tour of little ol' Cameron, or y'all wanna get to know one another a bit better?"

"Let us get cleaned up and we'll take this back to our place," Mark said, refraining from licking his lips. He had to remind himself that Jeff was to be handled with kid gloves, or at least slower. 'Can't take him into the back room and bang him dry…'

Glenn was having similar thoughts, remembering the events of the night before and how well Jeff had responded to him. 'Just hope Mark lets me get a chance before he marks Jeff as hands off.'

Jeff smiled and nodded and followed the men to their office area where they stripped out of their coveralls. Jeff let out a wolf whistle as the mens' chests appeared and flashed a smirk at the men when they looked back at him.

"Please, don't stop the show on my account," Jeff laughed.

Mark stalked forward, his presence filling the room as if he were a hungry wolf and Jeff were a rabbit frozen still in fear. The older man was shirtless, dripping with sex appeal and confidence and corralled Jeff against the mostly empty desk. Jeff's breath hitched as his bubble was invaded. The smell of Mark alone could have kept his senses going in circles for hours, a thick masculine scent that was melded with motor oil and leather. Jeff felt himself go hard in his pants and he shivered as Mark ran a hand down his side, Jeff's back straightened as much as possible against the old wood of the desk, his hands splayed behind himself.

Mark's fingers ran down the mesh material, wanting nothing more than to rip it and the tank top off of the blonde's lithe frame.

"Gonna keep him all to yourself?" Glenn asked, with a bit of an edge to his tone. He came up from behind the desk and leaning up behind Jeff. He breathed against the blonde's ear and reveled in the shiver that drew forth.

"Maybe," Mark retorted.

"How about we all play nice," Jeff diffused the situation. He grinned at both the men and hopped up onto the desk. He spread his legs wide and pulled Mark in between them. Glenn got up onto the desk and knelt behind him, his legs framing Jeff's.

Mark grinned right back and ground his groin into Jeff's, both of their erections together. Glenn turned Jeff's head to the side, before his brother had the chance, and stole a kiss. Jeff's eyes slid closed as he moaned into Glenn's mouth and their kiss deepened. Lips and tongues battled for dominance until Glenn bit onto Jeff's lower lip harshly, gaining control of the kiss and plundering Jeff's mouth. With the pain came an evil rush of pleasure that Jeff hadn't ever experienced before. Jeff literally melted at the rough treatment.

Mark, not to be outdone, reached his hands under Jeff's shirts and started tweaking his nipples, rolling the little pleasure centers into hardened pebbles, earning himself a heady moan.

Glenn finally released their kiss and pulled back so Jeff could catch his breath.

"Oh God," Jeff sighed.

"Mark or Glenn will do just fine," Mark purred to him.

"Ha, funny," Jeff breathed, nearly dizzy, Mark had yet to stop playing with his nipples and by this point Glenn had reached around and was fondling Jeff through his pants.

"Why don't we actually take this someplace more private," Mark proposed, still not pulling back and still spinning and pinching Jeff's rock hard nubs in his fingers. Jeff nodded, not able to fully form English anymore.

"So who's bike is he riding on?" Glenn asked, pulling his hand back from Jeff's groin, drawing a whine from the younger.

"Who's indeed…Jeff, you feel like driving?" Mark asked, finally removing his fingers.

It took Jeff a moment to fully process that question.

"Uh…driving…I don't know…" Jeff said, he shook himself and gathered his thoughts a bit. His bravado returning, he winked at the two, "I think I'd be better off riding one of you, oh wait I mean with one of you."

"So full of spunk, ain't yah Baby Hardy," Mark commented.

"I like it," Glenn said.

"You'll ride with me, you'd slip right off Glenn's Indian Chief," Mark decided with an air of finality. He pulled Jeff off the desk and had him stand. Glenn grumbled and grudgingly was in agreement. The bike he'd ridden into town wasn't built for two riders, especially when one was of his stature.

"What kind of bike do you have?" Jeff asked, gathering his wits about him a bit more.

"Harley Fat Boy," Mark said with an air of pride. He and Glenn left Jeff standing in the office to find shirts somewhere or another. Jeff entertained himself in their absence by sending Matt a text that he'd be home late and by texting Stacy, who was on at the diner, to not worry about his truck staying there.

"So you ready to ride Baby Hardy," Mark asked following Glenn as they returned to the room.

"Really shouldn't have told him about that," Glenn teased Jeff coming over and pecking him on the mouth. "I'll meet you there, cutie. You too Mark." Mark scoffed. Glenn went back into the main area of the garage and kicked his motorcycle to life. The sleek piece of classic machinery hummed sweetly. The matte black paint job didn't shine in the light of the garage but it still looked impressive as hell. A cacophony rang out around the building until Glenn had torn out of the garage like a bat outta hell.

Jeff was left in Mark's company. The two of them were standing next to one another in the doorway of the office. Jeff looked up to the taller man and smiled expectantly, thinking Mark was going to make a flourish about showing off his own bike.

Mark, going against expectation, drew Jeff into him and proceeded to kiss him stupid. Glenn's kiss was domineering and dark, and while Mark's took control of Jeff body and soul, it wasn't as rough as Glenn's. Jeff moaned loudly into the kiss, fisting his hands in Mark's shirt as his mouth was devoured.

Jeff was barely standing on shaky legs as the kiss drew to a close, and if it weren't for Mark's steel strong arm around his waist, like a safety bar, he's surely have slumped over.

"Now, you were asking about riding, boy," Mark asked in a dark tone. Jeff smiled at him innocently.

"Sure was, wanna show me whatcha got Mark?" Jeff retorted.

"Baby Hardy, I don't think you can handle all that I got," Mark growled back, leaning out of Jeff's personal bubble and walking over to his Harley. Jeff glared after him for a moment before following. Mark walked the bike out of the garage and locked up behind them.

"Well you've yet to prove that," Jeff quipped, taking the spare helmet from the older man. Mark was wearing a helmet that Jeff didn't expect. Instead of wearing a half-helmet like Glenn did, Mark was wearing a modular helmet, and had given a similar one to Jeff. The helmet was a bit big on him, but Jeff assumed they weren't going far and tightened it as much as he could. His world went darker as he pulled the face plate down into place. Unlike Mark's clear face, his face was blacked out gun-metal grey. He saddled into place behind the larger man.

"Hold on tight," Mark warned, kicking the metal beauty under them into life. Jeff smirked, attempting to ust hold on to the motocycle itself behind him. But when Mark roared out of the garage Jeff had to sling his arms around Mark's middle with a hoot of glee. He fucking loved motorcycles!

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Jeff had wondered where the two men had taken up residence. It wasn't often that small town Cameron got any new inhabitants, and when they did word normally went around quickly. So, it only made sense that they had wound up in a cabin on the highway out towards Raleigh, about fifteen minutes from town.

The cabin wasn't awe-inspiring, but the attached garage looked to be something out of a dream, not that Jeff was going to get much of a tour of that building yet. No sooner had the bike pulled to a stop and the engine had died, Mark had Jeff hiked up on his hips and was carrying him into the rustic cabin.

"What a warm welcome," Jeff purred, trying to leave a many hickeys on Mark's neck as possible while he had the chance. Mark in turn groaned slightly at the attention, carrying Jeff straight inside and slamming the door behind them.

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So I'm a bit evil for the cliffhanger. But I wanted to put this up and show that I'M BACK BABIES! I plan to pick up most of my stories and answer my challenges/requests! So please offer some up! And let me know how you like this update!