Taker/Hardy

600 words

“Hey, old man” Jeff asked sleepily as he rolled to face the phenom that came out of their bathroom.

“hnn” grunted Taker as he crawled warily into their bed

“you want me order you something to eat?”

“no”

Jeff rolled around and looked as his lover... his wary lover.

“aww, want me to take care of you?”

“hn?” Taker looked across the bed at the rainbow haired warrior.

"Roll over and I'll give you a message"

It was intriguing to say the least, and Mark knew exactly how skilful those hands were.

“roll over while I get the oil”

Taker struggled to roll over, maybe he was getting a bit old he mused wryly

“Which one do you want?” Jeff called from the bathroom.

"hnn" Taker grunted almost inaudibly.

Jeff came out of the bathroom with a colored vial in his hands.

"I got the sandalwood, is that okay?”

“hnn” Taker grunted into his soft pillow.

Jeff pulled down the covers and thanked God that mark slept naked otherwise It would be trouble to get him to disrobe now. He really didn’t want to ruin the mood, this is the most time him and Mark has gotten together in such a long time.

Jeff watched the faint purplish bruises that spotted his lovers back and sides.

“The animal really did a number on you didn’t he?” Jeff said cheekily.

“hnn”

“And I'm sure that a few smacks from a steel chair by edge didn’t help much either.”

“cute, Hardy, real cute” the dead man grumbled, even as large rough hands rubbed oil into his skin and soothed still cramping muscles.

“uhnn” Taker moaned

“You like this?”

“Uh, darlin, feels great”

“Its the least that I can do for my man, you know”

another moan

"Do you like having me around?” Jeff asked suddenly.

“Do you even have to ask?” Taker husked, as Jeff’s wonder-hands smoothened over his shoulders and down bunched biceps.

"Oh ..nothing, I’m being a ninny" Jeff said quickly and passed kneaded his way along Taker's back once more, stopping at his waist and then placing a kiss on Mark's cheek.

“Do you want me to do your front or do you want to sleep while you are relaxed?”

“Sleep.”

“Okay then”, Jeff muttered before going to the bathroom to wash his hands, turning off the bathroom light and walking back into the room. He saw Taker spread on the bed on his back.

"I thought you couldn’t move"

“Get in the bed, Jeff” Taker ordered

Jeff climbed into the bed, and got beneath the covers, hugging his pillow tightly .

Taker sighed and pulled the young hardy in to his arms, wincing slightly as the movement jostled his tired body.

Jeff moaned at the contact, it had been such a long time sing they've done this, just holding each other as they fall asleep. Sex was practically non-existent, Taker was moody and it only happened when he wanted it which ,unfortunately for the younger man, wasn’t often.

Maybe if he found someone who wasn’t a wrestler at all so they would have a bit more time together than, sleeping together in some random hotel room after a show. He loved Taker, Lord knows he did, but Jeff knew that Taker wasn’t giving him what he wanted: affection, compassion...sex.

Maybe tomorrow he and Taker could work things out. He could tell the large man how he felt and If it doesn’t work out he could go room with Randy until they move to another town.

With these troubling thoughts, Jeff Hardy, Intercontinental Champion fell into an uncomfortable sleep.