Title: Just For Jeff.

Author: Kristina Q.

Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. I just borrow them and have some fun!

Distribution: Anywhere you want just drop me a line.

Couple: Brian James/Jeff Jarrett.

Warning: Profanity, male/male non-consensual oral sex.

Rating: NC-17.

Spoiler: Back in 1995 before Jarrett and Roadie left the company.

Feedback: Yes please.

Summary: My story on why The Roadie and Jeff Jarrett suddenly left the WWF back in 1995.

Notes: *** changes POV. 1st chapter of the series “I Did It All For You”.

***Brian***

Jeff looks so upset. I hate seeing him like this. He’s been like this for the past couple of weeks and it’s killing me! He’s just pacing around in the locker room, looking so concerned. He’s restless and moody. I know why he’s been like this and I don’t blame him.

He really wants the Intercontinental title. He has wanted it for so long. And I try to cheer him up as often as I can, telling him that he’ll win the title soon. He doesn’t seem to believe me. I wanna help him in every way that I can. I love him and I want him to feel happy. If the title will make him happier then he’s gonna get the title.

I think I know how to give him the chance to win it.

“Jeff?” I mutter carefully. He doesn’t hear me, caught up in his own little world of rage. “Jeff?” I try again a bit louder and this time he does hear me. He looks at me, his earlier anger fading. “What is it, Brian?” I get up from where I was seated, stepping towards him.

“I’m just gonna go talk to some friends, ok?” I’m a horrible liar but I think he believes me. He narrows his eyes though. “Who are you gonna talk to?” Oh man, he’s so jealous. Afraid I’m gonna run off with someone else. I wish he knew he’s the only one I want. “Just Sean Waltman.”

He nods, “Ok”

I kiss his forehead quickly before scurrying out of the door. I walk trough the maze of hallways, passing many of the guys without even seeing who it is. After several minutes then I am finally where I wanna be. Vince McMahon’s office.

I stand here for a brief moment, debating whether or not to knock on the door. I finally pull myself together and knock softly. Nothing happens. I’m wondering if he heard it. Or if he’s even in there. I’m just about to turn around and walk away when I suddenly hear him through the door, “Come in”

I turn back, turning the door handle and pushing the door open and stepping inside. He looks surprised to see me here. “Brian James? What can I do for you?” I swallow hard as I approach him.

“Mr. McMahon,” I nod lightly, greeting him. “Just call me Vince” he smiles, surprisingly polite. “Vince…” I say as he motions with his hand for me to sit down and so I do, sitting down on the chair before him. I shift nervously in the chair as he glances expectantly at me.

“I was thinking if it was a possibility if Jeff Jarrett could win the Intercontinental title?” I say, trying to sound a bit like a businessman. I don’t think it sounded very good. He cocks and eyebrow, glancing at me before smiling. “What makes you believe I will let Jarrett win the title?”

I sigh. I knew he would say something along those lines. “He deserves it! And I would do anything for him to win it!” I say without even thinking. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it like that. It sounded kinda harsh. His smile broadens. Maybe I impressed him? Or else he thinks I’m a complete fool who is just being used by Jeff. Of course he doesn’t know that me and Jeff are together.

“I heard something about you and Jeff…” he suddenly says. My eyes widens in shock. Oh my God, what if he does know about me and Jeff?!

“What do you mean…?”

“Do you ever suck his dick?” What the hell? That came outta nowhere! That’s it, I’m gonna leave now! “What the fuck kinda question is that?” I practically yell, rising from the chair and heading towards the door to leave.

“Answer my question and he might get the title!” he calls after me. This catches my attention.

***

Vince looked at Brian, waiting for his answer. Brian didn’t exactly know what to do. A part of him wanted to get the hell out of there. Another part of him wanted to just quickly answer the question, just for Jeff.

“Do you or do you not?” he tried again, causing Brian to feel even more uncomfortable. Brian looked around, shifting on his feet. “I don’t know-“ he tried but was cut off by Vince speaking again. “Just answer!”

“Ok, I do!” Brian spat out.

Vince grinned. “Good… I thought so. And you said you wanted to do anything for Jeff, right?” his voice was incredibly low, frightening Brian a bit. “What are you trying to say?!”

“What do you think, Brian?” he laughed lightly, beginning to unbutton his pants as he stood up. Brian froze, not knowing what to believe. Was this really happening? This man before him was his boss!

“What the hell are you doing…?” Brian’s voice was low and shaky, his eyes still huge. Vince grinned wickedly. “You said you’d do anything for Jeff… It’s up to you. Title shot or not?”

Taking a deep breath, Brian considered what to do. He loved Jeff and would do anything for him. But was this worth it? He swore to do anything for Jeff. Even humiliate himself. He had no choice.

“Ok…” Brian said shakily. “Is that a yes?” Vince grinned, seeing Brian nod carefully. Brian watched as Vince walked closer to him, freeing his already hardening cock as he did so, letting his pants and underwear pool around his ankles.

Brian swallowed hard, closing his eyes as he slowly went down on his knees, his boss’s exposed dick only inches from his face. He already felt disgusted with himself for doing this.

“What are you waiting for?” Brian looked up at Vince who had a mischievous smile on his face. Brian then returned his gaze to the sight before him. He closed his eyes briefly, pulling himself together before finally taking him into his mouth.

He closed his eyes, trying not to think about what he was doing. He thought about Jeff. The countless times he had done this to Jeff. It had been so wonderful. Listening to the small blissful hisses and gasps from Jeff, tasting his poignant flavor.

This however was completely different. Brian had no feelings for the man before him and yet he forced himself to do this. The sounds coming from Vince were anything but blissful. They were nothing but harsh. The taste… Brian felt as if he was about to gag. He forced himself to continue despite his growing disgust.

Minutes passed. Minutes of which felt like hours. Humiliating and painful. Brian was starting to feel nauseous. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his braids, roughly yanking, urging him to increase his pace. Seconds later Vince came, releasing into Brian’s mouth. As the shudders traveled through his body he kept his hand securely locked behind Brian head, forcing him to swallow every last drop. A strangled whimper escaped from Brian’s throat.

He finally let Brian go, looking down at his lightly quivering form. Brian was trying to overcome the feel of needing to throw up. His head bowed down, his eyes closed.

“Not bad…” Vince grinned as he zipped his pants, “Now, get out of here!” he said harshly as he pointed at the door. Brian didn’t hesitate, instantly rising to his feet and heading towards the door. He was swaying lightly as he close the door behind him.

He swallowed hard, quickly heading back to his own locker room. He hoped and prayed Jeff wouldn’t be there. Everything began spinning around. How could he make himself do it? What had he been thinking? The door to the locker room. Finally he was there. He went in. Jeff wasn’t here. Thank God for that!

He sat down, burying his face in his hands. He couldn’t suppress a stray tear from escaping his eyes. Oh God, what would Jeff think? The others? What he had just done was unspeakable.

Just as he thought he had collected himself, everything began spinning around again. He couldn’t take it. He covered his mouth with his hand, rushing to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

He coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he sat back, resting his head against the cold tiled wall. He closed his eyes.

“Jeff will hate me for this…He’ll never understand…”