Karma (In the form of tummy aches)

A/N:This story was dedicated to the one, the only, NeroAnne! She simply loves this pairing, so I finished this story just for her! Hope you like it, hun!

Disclaimer:I do not own WWE, JoMo, or Jeffro.... Darn it!

Pairing:John Morrison/Jeff Hardy

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There were cake ingredients everywhere. Flour on the counters, frosting on the ceiling, eggs spilt on the floor, and, for some reason, there was the empty cake mix box hanging from the ceiling fan by a few dozen hair ties. John shifted his gaze from one mess to another, sighing angrily,"Jeff, where are you?!"

When there was no reply, John kicked off his shoes,"Damn boyfriend. When I find him, he is sooo dead." But when he looked around the room again, he tied back his hair with one of the many hanging hair ties,"I might as well clean up first."

John grabbed the mop, dust pan, and various sprays before getting to work.

It took about an hour before John got all of the mess cleaned up. The kitchen practically sparkled and shined with freshness. A tangy orange smell drifted through the room, into John's nose, and out his mouth,"Perfection. Now, to find Jeff." He peeled off his rubber gloves and apron, which were covered in the mess that he cleaned up, and turned to leave the kitchen, when he was greeted with the smiling face of Jeff Hardy. Well, he couldn't really tell if he was smiling, because there was too much cake around his face,"Hey John!"

"Jeff, did you attempt to make a cake again?" John raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.

"Nooo~~o," Jeff playfully said,"I actually did make a cake this time."

"And I suppose that the crap all over your face is that said cake?"

Jeff nodded,"Yeppers, and I ate the whole thing! And I ain't got a tummy ache eith-" He held his stomach,"Ow. Never mind."

John sighed and rubbed his lover's stomach,"Got a tummy ache?"

Jeff nodded again and whimpered.

The California-native grinned a bit and picked his lover up bridal-style, carrying him into the living room,"Rest. I'll get some medicine."

"Thank you, Johny."

"But does this teach you not to make a mess of the kitchen and eat so much cake?"

"O~~~~ooh. Don't say cake."

"I'll take that as a yes." And with that, John went off to find Jeff some medicine with a grin of accomplishment.

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A/N:R & R, plz and thank you. Hope you all liked it! Hoo-ray! ~Dizzii/3