All I Want For Christmas Is You

“All I Want For Christmas Is You”

By: Melissa “Athena” Chavez
Type: An NWA-TNA Short Story
Sub-Type: Song-fic (“You and Me” -Lifehouse) “She’s” altered to “he’s”
Genres: Romance, comedy, NC-17
Warnings: Slash (male/male), language
Pairing: Jeff Jarrett x AJ Styles
Summary: It is early Christmas day, and everyone’s taking it easy. Despite being long-time rivals, Jeff and AJ would like nothing more than to spend the day together and co-exist as friends... or perhaps more?
Inspiration: This is a Christmas present for a comical, JJ and AJ fangirly friend; her name is Betty, and her username is Jarrettsgirl. Her birthday is in January, and I eagerly wanted to work on something for her early-on, so I went with the next best thing; Christmas! Here’s your present JG-sama; I hope you, and other readers, enjoy it! ^-^ (Sorry it’s so late; I’m a lazy perfectionist. @_@)
Disclaimers: I go through these like plucking weeds from gardens; it is repetitive and obvious. No, I do not own NWA-TNA, and I do not own JJ or AJ; if I did, they wouldn’t just be wrestling. *Grin*

Christmas; a time of happiness, glee, and joy! Now what could be better than that?

Hehe, oh yeah... two pitiless rivals trying real hard not to tear at each other’s throats.

Jeff Jarrett and AJ Styles. Jeff, the NWA World Heavyweight Champion, and AJ, the NWA X Division Champion. It’s no wonder they want to tear at each other’s throats, or choke each other, or murder each other; your choice. But think, this is Christmas day; there’s no need for hate. “Hate is ugly!” as someone very intellegent would say, and it’s quite true~ So come on... relax and enjoy yourselves... you’re champions for love’s sake; what the hell’s the problem?

“The problem is we can hear everything you’re saying Athena...”

You can JJ? *Now realizes speaker mode is on...* Whoops! Eh... sorry about that... *Turns it off.*

“That’s better...” Jarrett groaned, folding his arms in front of his chest and looking away from the phenomenal (phenominal? Some people spell it differently...) one; whom stuffed his hands in his denim jeans pockets and looked away as well. God this was going to be hard... “Oh joy for the holidays, everyone’s drunk as hell and playing stripper or pornography games; yeah, great.” Such sarcasm...

“Well ah ain’t drunk.” AJ protested, taking a deep inhalation of the cold air and letting it out in slight frustration. “But ah’m surprised that you didn’t drink one drop o’ alcohol.” He turned his head a bit.
“I didn’t want to be all washed up and out of control. I’m the king of the moutain, I’m the NWA World Hravyweight Champion, and as the champion, I must display how a champion really should be.”
“Ah hear a lotta -I’s- in yer words... ya really are stuck-up n’ selfish, ain’t cha?”
“Did I ask for your opinion? And besides...” Jarrett turned his head to look at AJ, a slight smirk crossing his face. “You’re one to talk when it comes to selfishness boy, I mean look at ya. Triple Crown champion, holdin’ all the belts in TNA more than once; selfishness!”
“... Okay, so ah’ve got an obsession with bein’ Mr. TNA...”
“And you’re just a boy; oh wonderous joys ya little Christian goody two-shoes~”

~ “What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive...” ~

AJ muttered and stopped trying to argue with him at that. Turning his head away, only to see a choir director stressing, pacing back and forth at a juttering speed; the choir stressing just as much. The director turned and saw the two champions and ran over to them, huffing in lack of air. “Are yah okay?” AJ asked.
“N-no, I’m not actually... I am missing two of my best singers, t-they called in sick today... and without them, w-we’ll have to cancel Christmas c-caroling...” The director spazzed, trying to regain posture. “D-do you and your friend... m-mind substitute singing, j-just for a half hour...? P-please, I beg...”
Jarrett turned his attention to this, a spark in his blue eyes obvious. “Sing? Course we will!”
AJ flinched at that quick answer, looking at the king of the mountain. “A-ah can’t sing!”
“Too bad; you’re singing Christian goody two-shoes!”
“S-stop callin’ me that!” His baby blue eyes caught sight of the very happy choir director.
“Very good! Thank you, bless your hearts sirs!” And being a Christian, AJ couldn’t turn this down.

They were both given santa outfits, and they both suited up to join the caroling choir. Gosh, AJ looked so cute all flustered up and embarressed! And Jarrett, oh he looked fine as always; very much so~ Songs like “Carol of The Bells”, “Jingle Bells”, “Hark the Herald, Angels Sing”, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”, and a few others; it was a great music collaberation. The Tennessee blonde had the singing voice, he was great, and he even sang and danced a solo to make a lot of people laugh in joy. The Southern Georgian didn’t want to try a solo act, so Jarrett insisted a duet. It was the most hilarious thing ever, and everyone enjoyed it, clapping so loudly and cheering with glee! The entire time AJ was blushing... awww~ ^-^

~ “I can’t keep up... and I can’t back down,
I’ve been losing so much time...” ~

The Christmas caroling came to an end, and they were able to keep the santa outfits as thank you gifts.
“Ha, that was actually fun!” Jarrett grinned, adjusting his santa hat on his head.
“I-it was, but yah coulda asked for mah permission first befor’ we joined...” AJ mumbled.
“You know it couldn’t be helped boy; you’re a Christian goody two-shoes ya know.”
“Would you please stop callin’ me that...?” He saw Jarrett turn to face him, a hand brought up; eyes closing. He was sure this would be a slap or a punch... instead; it was a pinch to his right cheek. “H-hey!”
“I hafta admit; you’re cute when you’re pouty in a santa outfit~” Wait... what? Cute?? This instantly made the goody-good’s cheeks blush ever so brightly; features warm and flushed.

The phenomenal one did not know what to make of this... he was... stunned. There was no way “double J”, Jeff Jarrett, the king of the mountain, the biggest egotistical champion, could have called him cute; no way! It must’ve been a tease, a joke; nothing more, right? Right...? This was getting out of hand, at least he felt it was... maybe Jarrett did have a glass, a shot of something strong last night, but he won’t admit it... oh... thoughts crept through his mind and started making him think, twisted into a highly complicated puzzle... what was going to happen? Could he be dreaming? What the heck...? Only time could tell now, as he zoned out a bit and stared into Jarrett’s sky blue eyes with his own baby blue ones; so tranquil.

~ “Cause it’s you and me, and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
Cause it’s you and me, and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you...” ~

“Hello? Earth to Christian goody two-shoes?”
“A-ah told you tah stop c-callin’ me that...”
“What’s the matter? Your face is flushed red, are you exhausted from the singing?”
“N-no, it ain’t that... it’s... w-what you said jus’ now...”
“The cute comment? You know I wasn’t being serious about that.” It dropped pressure, disappointment? “... What? Did you honestly believe that when I called you cute, that I meant it?”
“N... no... Ah wus actuallay expectin’ you tah say that... you’d nevah be serious ‘bout that...” Something about this situation deviated something in the back of Jarrett’s mind; this was amusing him after all.

“Ha, and what -if- I was being serious about calling you cute?” Play the mind game, play the cards right...
“Ah... ah don’t know... ah’d become inquisitive, curious, an’ try tah learn wut tha heck wus goin’ on...”
“Is that right...?” The king of the mountain’s tone of voice changed, to a deeper, richly seducive tone. “So... doing this...” He reached out, two fingers touching the center of AJ’s chest, and trailing up slowly, contact with the collarbone, Adam’s apple, and chin, cupping lightly to tilt his head sideways; capture his lips in an enchanting kiss. The phenomenal one’s baby blue eyes widened in pure shock, but he... did not pull away; rather his eyes lulled halfways, letting the king of the mountain be the breaker of the kiss. His face must’ve been as bright as a tomato; it was beat-red in a complexity. “... What do you do?”

~ “All of the things I want to say
Just aren’t coming out right...” ~

What in god’s name... just happened? AJ would keep asking himself this in his mind over and over now; he was blatantly confused, and absolutely surprised. This wasn’t the Jeff Jarrett he knew. The Jarrett he knew would never kiss a man... he had to be drunk; there was no other excuse. Unless he was really...
“Hello? Earth to AJ Styles?” The king of the mountain waved his hand in front of AJ’s face. “Answer me!”
“A-ah... c-can we check inta uh hotel already? It’s cold out here...”
“That sounds like more than hiding away from a little chill~” Blush brighter than ever. Just admit it.
“J-Jeff... private, please... ah need ta know so badly now; are you... gay?”
“And if I am?”
“Seriouslay; ah need tah know!”
“Boy, when you’re nervous, you don’t know what yes means.” So he is! Jeff Jarrett is gay! And he... AJ was feeling shivery about it... his heart beating at a pace he’s never felt before... just to zone back into reality; the heavyweight champion took the X Division champion’s hand and walked with him to a hotel.

~ “I’m tripping on words, you got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here...” ~

It was the moment of truth now, to open the door of reality and see where this leads... see if it’s right; even if it feels wrong. But it gets you to think; what if it doesn’t work out? What if something goes wrong? As they both checked in, it makes you wonder further, it makes you excited, curious; eager... their room was 1st class, luxurious, two beds, one couch, one bathroom, one television, and a marble balcony; 5th floor. Not too high, not too low; just right for the both of them... and the mourning sun shined so nicely...
It all made AJ blush so much more. His expression quivered and still in surprise; oh just wait. They both settled their luggage and bags down; it would be a long night tonight, but an even longer day~

“Jeff, are yah reallay...”
“For the last time, yes!” Jarrett laughed as he shook his head, taking his santa hat off and tossing it aside. “Is it so hard to believe that I’m gay? Or, at least bisexual... a swinger; who knows and who cares.”
“No wonda’ you checked jus’ -one- room for thuh both of us; two beds or not.” A light shiver emitted.
“I was thinkin’ we only needed one bed.” Was the blonde’s reply, walking over slowly with a seductive waver to his hips, and he was standing before the phenomenal one, removing his santa hat and leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his warm forehead. “I feel comfortable enough; do you?”
AJ’s stomach flustered with butterflies all of a sudden; he almost felt light-headed now. And yet...
“Ah... ah do...” So he accepts, and leans into Jeff, wrapping his arms around his neck securely. The king of the mountain returned the favor, wrapping his arms around AJ’s waist, hands carressing at his ass~
“Kiss me. Love me, please.” No longer was there any hesitation, and this was taken more seriously now, Jeff tilted his head and captured AJ’s lushious lips so sweetly, sweet yet ravishing when their mouths opened to take in just a little bit more; tongue play. So hot and salivating, as if it was their life on the line.

~ “Cause it’s you and me, and all of the people
With nothing to do; nothing to prove
And it’s you and me, and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you...” ~

The French kiss was beautiful, for being Americans. Breathy as is it when they broke the kiss just for a moment to breathe, before enrapturing each other’s lips again. First time for everything~ Jeff was the first to suggest moving, so they slowly did, edging closer and closer to the bed near them and lying down upon it; AJ on the bottom and Jarrett on the top. Their kiss parted for a moment so Jeff could kiss down a clean jaw, slow to the sweet tender neck which smelled of a light peach cologne, and his tongue became involved with the teasing to the skin, which received a soft gasp from the brunette. The santa outfit was starting to get in the way, and AJ was whispering sweet nothings, murmuring in high eagerness to continue; as long as this wasn’t painful. So Jeff unbuttoned the santa jacket and slid it off of AJ’s shoulders and down his draped arms, followed by his black muscle shirt to expose his upper body bare. He had become all too familiar with his naked upper body, but never like this before. With the pleading continues, his tongue raptured down the dip of his neck to nibble softly at his collarbone, hands smoothly run over creamy skin to the boy’s pectorals, rubbing and massaging slowly for a sensation spark, before his fingertips fiddled with semi-perked nipples, index fingers and thumbs rolling friction in opposite directions. To the first reaction, AJ jerked a bit, but soon after moaned loftly to the rhythm; the sign of a virgin... on the defense side.

“AJ, when you start feeling uncomfortable, let me know, alright?” Jarrett confronted.
“Ah’m sure I won’t feel such any time soon, Jeff...” Styles comfirmed in reply. It was a safe thing to do. A warm sensuality rose when Jeff’s tongue ravelled upon the right nipple, immediately making it harden in desire, heading now to the other nipple while leaving a saliva trail behind to glisten, harden the other one erectly. Cooed moans lipped from the phenomenal one, as the heavyweight champion went to work, teasing just a bit more before his hands moved lower, softly carressing at finely toned muscles, especially fingering the lovely worked abs. The X Division champion’s hands now moved, smoothing across clothed shoulders, and the fabrics now had to go, grabbing ahold of the santa jacket and recklessly working it off, tugging greedily at the white muscle shirt beneath. Simple that Jeff ceased his own hands to raise his arms so the damned shirt could be removed, upper clothes off completely. Just to add to the tension and build up on the fire, he took this opprotunity to grind his hips against AJ’s, their crotches brushing a bit roughly and oh-so warmly; it caused them both to moan breathily. I bet they’re thinking “fuck, I need to fuck”!

~ “Something about you now
I can’t quite figure out...” ~

Hard-on, for sure. Jeff had a tent, and so did AJ; almost at the same time~ Clothes were coming off again, starting with the brunette’s santa belt, and santa pants as well; the boots were left on. Such a tease to have wrestling tights be the only thing from salvation, but that was off now; Jarrett has no patience.
“All I want for Christmas is you, just like this.” Jeff softly whispered, kisses prodding their way down to the naval, and then to the head of the phenomenal one’s penis. “Just for my eyes alone.” His tongue dipped into the slit, slowly, tormentively lapping out and around, slinging a drop of saliva to slide deep down hotly. It jolted a high throughout the X Division champion’s lower body, the heat of his sex increasing ever so lustically, and he moaned when that tongue swirled around the “staff”, the heavyweight champion’s lips parted out for his mouth to wrap around it, and eventually consume it. Ah, what a wonderful deep throat; it made AJ squirm and whimper so loudly.

“Jeff... Jeff... oh...”
... Was the door locked? You have to remember it at such a wrong time, but I think these two could care less right now. AJ was already loud; what was the point? Ah, desire, it sets us all on fire... at the same time Jeff was blowing him, he pulled out from his back pocket a tube of lubrication oil; always have to be prepared, right? It made things a whole lot easier. Twisting the cap off to dip in three fingers one by one and twist it shut for the moment, and that hand crawled to lower regions, “forbidden”, and the entrance of the phenomenal one’s hole. And slowly he dipped in one finger, just to the digit, which caused the X Division champion to whimper at a slightly heightened pitch of pain. It was hinted to hurt, he wasn’t going to hide it; the first times do seem to hurt, but it would all soon be worth it. Jarrett relinquished his mouth from around Styles’s penis, saliva strings breaking at the distance between them, tilting his head to look up at his lover’s face and check on him; make sure he was okay.
“AJ baby, are you okay?” He prominently asked. A small nod came in response.
“Please Jeff, don’t worry about me...” That voice was just begging now, and it would not be denied.

~ “Everything -he- does is beautiful...
Everything -he- does is right...” ~

AJ’s hands wandered to ravel into Jeff’s blonde hair, running his smooth, long fingers through soft, velvety wavered short locks, to encourage him further, get some progress. Jarrett took this into “taking a step closer to fate”, as he went back to deep throating, suckling wantingly at AJ’s throbbing penis; his own was pounding against his stubborn-kept tights. That right hand index finger worked its way in deeper, all the way into the anus and wiggled around the tightness, the walls that enveloped and tried to adjust. It struck a jolt of tensity and ellapsed another whimper, and when a second finger was added to stretch and scissor out, the whimper sharpened up higher absently; it was for their sakes after all. Moans then started to roll from the tip of the tongue, while the blonde’s unoccupied hand wrenched off his own belt and pants, dragging the tights down with the clothes. Both bodies now holy and pure; creamy, smooth, and naked.
It was a shift, a third finger in, and it emitted a discomforable gasp, which slowly velvetted into a lovely moan. His walls weren’t so stubborn anymore, accepting these fingers that wiggled, stretched, and scissored. Slicked by the natural juices, and then came the thrusts; withdraw and shove in. Slow at first, but of course it became fast ever so soon; patience was running thin for the both of them.

“Uhn... f-fuck me, Jeff...” His voice sounding made the king of the mountain relinquish his mouth.
“I want you ready, Allen...”
“A... ah am ready... Jeff, please; ah love you...”
“As I love you too... as I love you too...”
It was now, or never. Those three fingers withdrew with a slight “suction” noise; strings of the juices remained connected until they were fragile and broken apart messily. Jarrett started to prepare the prologue, adding more lubricant onto his hand and swigging away at his own hard-on penis. It emitted some moans of impatient lust from his parted dry lips, and he straddled over AJ’s hips, leaning in to catch his lips in an entangling kiss; tongues already into the foreplay. There was an adjustment and a shifting, but it was all allocated by a muffled scream of agonized estacy; the first thrust all the way to the G-spot, the sweet spot of the virgin Christian boy~ and vastly slow, the game began.

~ “Cause it’s you and me, and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it’s you and me, and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of~” ~

Even if it’s slow, even if it’s gentle, it still was agonizing. Not as much as it would be without lubrication, but regardless, as a virgin, AJ had all right to call it pain. Sweet pain. Loving pain. Whatever you wished to exclaim about it. But as long as Jeff cared, as long as Jeff really loved him, the pain wouldn’t matter; all that would is their hearts binding... forevermore, oh please, adore. Careful, each thrust was meaningful, it made memories flow through their heads, within their rhapsody kiss, their French-tango lip-lock. Almost every rivalry seems to end this way, but theirs was special. This scene, their scene, it had a cause; a cause of truth, love, and courage. Only fools would admit this... but fools, they could care less. Breathy moans and gasping groans exchanging between them, their hearts binding and their love so true, as every move counted, as every drop of sweat mean something so important to the both of them. Neither man had ever thought they could feel this way for each other, but they were wrong for the right thing. For each other...

Sweat was collecting, and the heat of their bodies was rising, temperatures were vast with the friction between them rubbing, their nipples catching and massaging against one another. Jeff’s right hand, in the meantime, slithered to grasp around AJ’s throbbing, rubbed penis to finish what was started; jerking along with the pace that the thrusts were commencing. And slowly, it all becam faster, wavering but pacing, the kiss breaking to gasp and moan, inhale and exhale to recover oxygen into their speedy lungs; back to lavishingly kissing again. Push by push, thrust by thrust, make every beat count, everytime the head met with the sweet spot, it meant a mewl of love and rapture. It was an orchestra, with their internal synchronizing, and eventually they reached tip-top speed with everything; everything. It went to climax with their screaming, and without further waiting, they both came with a passion. White semen spilt all over, inside of AJ’s anus, and all over the both of their abdomens and thighs. It was love... true love...

~ “You and me, and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove and
It’s you and me, and all of the people and
I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you...” ~

It took them time to recover, but they did. However, AJ was ready to turn off the lights. So, before that...
“Merry Christmas, Allen.” Jeff softly lulled to his lover’s ear, turning to kiss his lips. AJ smiled weakly,
“Merry Christmas to you too, Jeff...” was his light response, and then his eyes lulled shut to rest. The king of the mountain was satisfied now, and even though it was still early mourning, to them it was late night. There was a faint shift before he too went to sleep next to his dreaming love of eternity~

~ “What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive......” ~


The End...
~To: Betty~
~From: Melissa~
Merry Christmas! ^=^