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The Guidelines of Sex & Friendship	By : delicatektheory Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE current or former talent. I do not own any of the lyrics featured later on. I am not making money from writing this. All I own is Lil, Jas, and Jenn.

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Matt was staring out the window; a pained expression contorting his usually
serene face as he watched the thick sheets of rain sliding down the glass. He always became acutely paranoid whenever the weather was bad. He hated leaving me alone.
            My wheelchair made such a calamity rolling down the narrow hallways of his house, so I surprised when he didn’t come running to see if I had fallen out of it again. Despite the fact that I probably couldn’t make it up the stairs, I really wish he didn’t have such a good conscience and wanted to be in his spacious upstairs bedroom. This downstairs bedroom that we stayed in whenever I spent the night was not wheelchair friendly. It was too small, a guest bedroom at best, but Matt hated watching me crawl up his stairs like an infant—I refused to let him help me.
            “Hey,” I grunted, getting lodged in the narrow doorway.
            Matt turned to face me, forcing a smile.
            “I thought you were packing?” I raised a brow.
            “I was,” he nodded. “I am.” He quickly rushed over to the bed, where his suitcase laid wide open, and zipped it shut. He pursed his lips, looking out the window again. “Looks like the weather will be rough these next few days. Maybe you should stay with your mom or brother while I’m gone.”
            “Not this again,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
            “Humor me,” he mumbled.
            “Fine,” I sighed. “I can stay with Jenn while you and Jeff are away.” I tapped the sides of my chair. “But, honey, I can’t exactly drive off, so…”
            “Not even funny,” Matt shot me a look as he pulled his suitcase off the bed.
            Matt worried about me more than I did. He was constantly leaving me in the care of someone, usually a friend. He and his younger brother, Jeff Hardy, are professional wrestlers, so they travel quite a bit. When he couldn’t have Jeff or one of our friends hovering over me, I bunked with Jenn. She was Jeff’s girlfriend and my best friend. She was a much better alternative than staying with my overbearing mother or Jas, my brother.
            Matt parked his suitcase in front of me and knelt down, eye-level to me. His chocolate brown eyes made me melt.
“I’ll take you on my way over there,” he said, kissing my forehead.
            “Okay,” I responded, smiling. “But first, can you do me a favor?”
            “What?”
            “Give me some crazy monkey-sex to tide me over.”
            “Come again?” Matt recoiled. He was never used to my blunt accusations.
            “I won’t see you for a while,” I laughed, “so sending me over the top is the least you could do. It’s difficult to get my rocks off to just your picture, ya know?”
            He shook his head. “You’re sick, turning me on, but still sick.”
            “Yeah, okay,” I rolled my eyes, “so are you gonna fuck me stupid, or do I have to play pretend? Hmmm…Do you have any Triple A batteries?”
            “You’re so disgusting,” he scowled, smirking a little.
            “Well, kiss me so I’ll shut up, then.”
            “We don’t have time,” Matt frowned, looking at his wrist watch. He should have been on his way to the airport by now. He had about an hour drive to Raleigh.
            I leaned forward, pulling at the edge of his waistband.
“Oh, well,” I pouted, shrugging. “I guess I can settle for getting your rocks off, at least. Give me two minutes.”
            “Stop,” Matt chuckled, swatting my hand away.
“Oh, c’mon, Matthew,” I pleaded, playfully. “It’ll suck, no pun intended, when you have to resort to late-night phone-sex like last time.”
“That was one time, and it was your idea.”
“True,” I grinned. Memories of that night were enough to make me moist again. Biting my lip, I grabbed his waistband firmly this time. “Do you really wanna fight over free sex, though? That’s a bit dumb.”
            Matt looked at me a moment, thinking hard. I bet he was hard all right. He loved my kinky sex talk more than he let on.
            I smirked. “So, what’ll be, Mr. Hardy?”
A wicked smile spread across his face and a lustful growl escaped from his chest. “You better not make me late,” he laughed darkly, lunging forward. He took me by the back of my neck and jerked me into him. His lips felt like fire crushing against mine.
My breath became erratic, probably because I was so aroused. I parted my lips eagerly and caressed the trimmed beard that outlined his face.
This was the first intimate interaction we had had in several months. Matt was still afraid of getting physical with me, because last time, in heat of the moment, he tossed me out of bed, and I broke my arm.
I felt my chair inching back as we kissed more intensely. I giggled under his mouth. “If we’re going at it right here, you may want to put my breaks on.”
He pulled back, his beautiful broad chest heaving. He shook his head, pressing his forehead against mine as he threw my arms around his neck.   “If you want your rocks off,” he drawled, almost whispering, “No breaks are allowed.”
“Yes, sir,” I bit my lip, stifling a squeak of anticipation.
Matt hoisted me up into his arms. I melted into his warm, muscular embrace. He carried me over to the bed, avoiding a potential stumbling incident with his suitcase.
“Just relax,” he instructed. He knew what would happen if my leg muscles tensed. With spastic Cerebral Palsy, once my muscles tightened, for whatever reason, he would have no hope in getting my legs apart; thus, forcing him to have to go finish the job with his loyal hand.
I did as I was told, breathing deeply. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and took his hair down.
“No,” Matt shook his head as I went to unbutton my pants. “Let me.” He crawled onto the bed. He ran his fingers above the button of my jeans, grazing my skin and causing me to shudder. He looked down at me. “Are we having second thoughts?”
“Hell no,” I muttered.
He laughed, lifting me up by my hips and simultaneously pulling down my jeans and underwear. He took them all the way off and slung them over his shoulder. Then he lightly positioned himself on top of me.
I moaned as his masterful hands slipped beneath my shirt and caressed my breast, which were still nestled in the lace of my bra.
Matt’s lips found mine again, kissing me more sensually. He lifted up, struggling to get my shirt over my head without causing me trouble.
“Just rip the fuckin’ shirt, Matt,” I groaned. “There’s no time to be diplomatic about this.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He took my shirt at the collar and ripped it clean down the middle.
“Fuck,” he murmured for no apparent reason. He didn’t even bother to reach under me to get to my bra clasp. He just pulled the bra up, resting the rolled up fabric against my chest. He kissed down the base of my neck and then the valley between my breasts.
“Pressed for time,” I reminded him, inhaling a sharp breath each time his lips my skin.
“Hmhm…”
“Holy hell,” I gasped as I felt his stiffened member, through his jeans, being dug into my pelvic bone.
“Feel something you like?” he chuckled into my ear.
“Maybe,” I managed to say.
“Relax,” he instructed again.
I squirmed, feeling his knuckles against my pelvis as he freed himself, shrugging his boxers and jeans down a little. He lifted my right leg up and wrapped it around his waist, giving himself better access. He looked at me a moment, closed his eyes, and swiftly thrust forward.
I gasped as his throbbing manhood invaded me. He clutched my leg and started thrusting, slowly. It took maybe two seconds for him to find a strong, fast rhythm.
I moved with him as best I could, but I was a bit distracted. Every time he pushed into me, the top of my head would hit the oak headboard.
“Damn it, Matt,” I grunted, gasping with pleasure every time his pelvis collided with mine.
“What?” he asked, rather absent of thought.
“That thump, thump you’re hearing happens to be my head hitting the damn headboard,” I spat, my head slamming against wood again. “I like it rough just as the next person, but I don’t want a concussion.”
He stopped, looking down at me dazed, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. He then looked at my head and realized that it was being the object of some sexual abuse.
“Sorry,” he laughed. He took my arm and started trying to reposition me.
I tried not to help him, but my doing so, my muscles contracted around his manhood, causing him to pause a moment.
Matt shifted uncomfortably. “Relax, honey.”
I nodded, trying to breathe calmly.
He waited for my involuntary grip on him to loosen and tried moving me again. He grabbed both my legs and locked them around his waist, scooting me down on the pillow. When he felt I was comfortable enough, he laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around my body and started thrusting again.
“Is that better?” he asked, moaning into my ear.
“T-t-ha-at’s… b-b…” I trailed off as his thrusts quickened, rendering me unable to do anything else other than moan. I was feverish with want, with desire, and seconds away from my first orgasm. I had the feeling that I was in for several more before Matt reached his final climax.
I cried out in response to the euphoric sensation rushing throughout my body, reaching my toes.
Matt slowed his pace, so that my contracting muscles didn’t trap him again. When my body ceased its shuddering, his pace quickened again. He buried his face into the side of my neck, sucking on the skin.
The faster he went, the louder I moaned. I could feel his lips vibrating against my flesh as he laughed.
“D-do…you…have to…shout…every...obscenity…known…to…man?” he managed to ask in between his thrusting. Apparently, during our “crazy monkey-sex,” I was cussing the poor man out!
“I-I…” I was trying to explain to him that I couldn’t help myself, but I was too overcome by the multiple sensations coursing through my body that I still couldn’t speak. “Just s-sh…up…ruining…it.”
“Cave…woman,” he chuckled at my inability to speak English.
“J-jacka-ass…”
Matt started thrusting even harder on purpose, trying to make me squeal. I could barely hear the noise of his pelvis slamming against mine because I was screaming so loud. I guess he couldn’t tell if crying out in pleasure or pain, so he slowed down, becoming gentler with his movements.
He finally brought his head to my face. His black hair was damp with sweat, sticking to the side of his face, and his eyes were still slightly glazed over. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly as our bodies moved together in unison.
After a minute or two, his pace started to pick up again. I could tell he was close to his climax. My body was attempting to recover from another orgasm, but I tried to keep up with him until I felt his warm semen being discharged into my body.
He gave a few quick finishing pushes and collapsed on top of me.
            I sighed as my body gave one last shudder of pleasure. He was still lying on top of me, trying to recover. I could feel his hot, erratic breath against my ear.
“Wanna go again?” I asked, knowing that he was too spent to even try.
Matt’s laugh shook the bed as he lifted up to face me. “I’m afraid this’ll have to tie you over,” he replied, kissing me softly. “I don’t think I have the time or energy to go again, Lil.”
“I guess you need to get going now, huh?” I sighed, stroking his hair.
“Yeah,” he replied, pulling his clothes back up, leaving his jeans unbutton until he stood up. He then helped me sit up, rolling my bra back down over my breasts.
“Sorry about the shirt,” he said, looking down at the mess he made of it. He walked to the end of the bed and grabbed my pants and underwear off the floor.
“No big deal,” I said as he knelt down to help me put them on. He was so much better at getting me dressed than I was. It was almost second nature to him. He had no trouble putting my legs in the appropriate leg holes the way I did.
I held onto his neck as he lifted me up and pulled my jeans up to my waist, buttoning them for me. I was quickly hoisted into his arms and carried back to my waiting wheelchair.
“Let me get you another shirt,” Matt offered as he sat me down. He walked back over to the dressers, opened the top drawer, and pulled out one of his t-shirts. He tossed it to me and I removed my shredded one.
I slipped the shirt over my head.
“Ready?” he asked, pulling his hair back into its ponytail.
I nodded.
He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and gave my wheelchair a gentle push to get it out of the doorway. He followed me as I rolled down the hallway, through the living room, and to the front door. He stepped past me to open it.
The sky was clear for now, but the clouds were threatening another downpour at any moment.
Matt walked down the steps and put his suitcase in his corvette before he came back for me. He carried me, wheelchair and all, to the car. He sat me in the passenger seat and put my wheelchair in the trunk.
We drove down the street to Jeff and Jenn’s house. They were already on the front porch, expecting us. Matt and Jeff usually rode to the airport together.
“You’re late,” Jeff called as Matt opened his door.
“Yeah, sorry,” he nodded, walking around to the trunk to get my chair out. “I was busy…working out.” He chuckled, the thoughts of our sexual encounter still fresh on his mind.
“Working out?” Jeff raised a brow as he and Jenn coming down the stairs to lend a hand. “You worked out this early in the morning?”
“No, stupid,” I laughed as Matt sat me down in my chair. “We were having a hot, crazy, mind-blowing fuck-a-thon before he had to go.”
“LIL!” Matt shrieked, staring out me with his mouth open.
Jenn was behind me, laughing.
“What?” I looked up at him innocently.
“There are some things you just don’t tell people, our sex life being one!”
“Whatever,” I shrugged. “He’s a big boy. He knows I don’t go over to your place just to play house.”
Matt was turning three shades of red. He was irritated and embarrassed, but, in the year and a half we’ve known each other, he’s never raised his voice at me. He gave me a partial wave, helped Jeff with his belongings, and the two got into his car.
Jenn watched as the red corvette faded in the cloud of dust. She hated Jeff being gone so much. I could see it in her face every time she watched those tail lights fading into the distance. A slight chill in the air—or perhaps the sudden loneliness of separation—caused her to cross her arms over her midsection.
“You okay, chick?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, looking down at me with a smile. She quickly took her place behind my wheelchair and started pushing me toward the stairs.
“So, you and Matt are at it again?” She seemed surprised at the idea.
“I guess,” I shrugged.
Jenn reared my chair back on two wheels and hoisted me up the four porch steps. “What happened to the no sex policy? I thought he wasn’t going there again?” she asked.
“I changed his mind,” I grinned proudly.
“You guys have such a weird relationship,” she scowled, shaking her head in disapproval.
Yes, I know our relationship is odd. Always has been. When we first met, our feelings for one another were so strong that we ended up screwing on some cardboard boxes in the storage room of a mutual friend’s tattoo parlor. Of course, there wouldn’t have been any screwing at all had I not lied about my age—I told him I was twenty-five, which was a far cry from reality. When he finally found out that I was a borderline felony, he decided that we should just forget what happened and be friends. Meanwhile, he had gotten back together with his long-term girlfriend. However, after she cheated on him again, they split for good, and I started helping him alleviate some of that sexual tension. There’s no level of serious commitment with us, just a level of understanding. I understand that Matt likes to screw, and he understands that I like being screwed by him, so that just works for us. We’re best friends with some incredible benefits.
“What happens when he gets a steady girlfriend?” Jenn had started the usual interrogation as she got me situated in the living room. She always seems on edge whenever she finds out that Matt and I are getting intimate again.
I laughed, pushing a strand of brown hair behind my ear. “Jesus, you’re starting to sound like my brother. If I wanted the third-degree, I’d stay there.”
“I’m serious,” she glowered at me, resting on the arm of the couch. “He’s thirty- -four and you’re nineteen, Lil, a kid, practically. He’s eventually going to want something other than unprotected-borderline-underage sex.”
“And when he does, I’ll move aside,” I said, faltering in my attempt to sound convincing.
“Right,” Jenn scoffed. “He may not see the way you look at him, but I do.”
“And what way is that?”
“Oh, like you don’t know,” Jenn threw her head back and laughed. “You look at him like the sun shoots out his ass twenty-four-seven. You are so in love with him.”
“Whoa, whoa,” My mouth was agape, and I threw up my hands to prevent her from going further. “You know how I feel about love, Jenn. I think its bullshit, and it only causes problems for me.” I dreaded having to remind her about when my first love dumped me the night of senior prom and my parents’ failed marriage.
“You may think its bullshit, but your heart doesn’t care what your mind says.”
“Well, my heart and head beat on the same page,” I retorted, “so I can tell you that I’m not in love. He’s a grown man, as you were so kind to point out; therefore, I wouldn’t even allow myself to fall for him. It’s practically illegal. Plus, we’d never work, just like oil and water.”
“You’re babbling,” Jenn noted with a crooked smile across her face.
I always babble when I’m nervous…or lying through my teeth.
Hell, I knew I loved Matt, Jenn knew I loved Matt; the only person that didn’t know was Matt. I think he purposely ignored the signs of my growing infatuation with him just to avoid making things between us complicated. Other than sex, he didn’t show much of a romantic interest in me, which I’m fine with, because very few men do. No body wants to be tied down to the disabled girl. I forced myself to accept the fact that Matt probably had the same mentality.
Jenn’s face softened with sympathy. “He’ll come around.” She tried sounding encouraging, but it still didn’t help.
I shrugged in response.
Jenn inched her way onto the sofa, her hazel eyes fixed on me. “So…” she smirked. “What article of clothing did he destroy this time?”

“What the hell?” Jenn was examining my body as she aided in getting me out of the shower. Concern was etched across her face as she studied the nasty yellowish-brown bruises—shaped like a certain someone’s fingers—on my right thigh.
I followed her gaze and laughed. “Oh, that…It’s nothing,” I reassured, grinning. “It happened a few days go.”
“Well, he needs to be more careful,” Jenn scorned, wrapping a towel around me. “I’m telling you. If I see anymore of that showing up on you, Jeff’s going to find out.”
“It’s not like Matt did it on purpose…Besides, you should see the knot on the top of my head. Now that’s something to gawk at.”
“Do I even want to know how that got there?”
I didn’t answer for a minute as she walked me over to the counter.
“I just got acquainted with the headboard is all,” I shrugged.
I could see Jenn scowling from her reflection in the mirror. She stood behind me as I ran a brush through my hair. “It’s a miracle that your body can survive that kind of roughness,” she remarked, stepping into her protective mode. “You better watch yourself or all your surgical work will be shot to hell.”
“You have to quit worrying,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Matt takes very good care of me most of the time. He just got a little carried away that time, probably because I was verbally abusing him.”
She just shook her head in response.
It wasn’t that Jenn didn’t like Matt. He was her boyfriend’s older brother, so the three of them were practically related. She just didn’t like the idea of me with Matt.    We both knew that the moment Matt was off the road I’d be over at his place again, doing God knows what. Was it healthy for me to keep seeing him the way I did? Probably not, but I was in too deep to even care.
I got dressed in a pair of Jenn’s sweat pants and donned the t-shirt Matt had given me as a replacement for the shirt he demolished. I rolled myself out to the kitchen table and waited as Jenn cooked breakfast. I eyed my cell phone, which was lying in front of me. No one really called me on it, except for Matt, so I knew what Jenn was subtly trying to get me to do.
“You should call Jas,” she said, not taking her eyes away from the stove. “I bet he’s probably worried.”
Technically, I lived with Jas. He’s a couple years younger than Matt and he basically takes…took care of me. Nowadays, the only purpose for me to come home was as a last resort, or if I needed some of my personal belongings. I usually phoned him every couple days or so to let him know that I was still alive. I was due for another check-up.
I scrolled down the list of numbers in my phone, found my brother’s, and hit send.
“Hey, sis,” He didn’t sound pleased to hear from me. “Let me just stop you before you get started. You’re not coming home again, am I right?”
“Yeah, whatever,” I grumbled.
I could not grasp why Jas had to be such a drama queen about my absence. It’s not like I was in another state, and it’s not like he was living alone. He had his girlfriend, Amanda, living there, too. Southern Pines wasn’t exactly a thousand miles away from Cameron, so if he ever got Lil-sick, he could come see me.
“Look, I’m just calling to check-in,” I pretended like this was a business call, something between my employer and me. “I’ll be dropping by to get some more clothes. Are my crutches laying around there anywhere? I’m getting tired of lugging this chair around everywhere.”
“Okay, fine,” he retorted, the resentment was thick in his tone. “Ya want me to Fed-Ex it all to you, or are you going to send him?”
“Matt and I will come get what I need, thanks,” I replied curtly, making sure I put an extra emphasis on Matt’s name.
“Anything else you need?”
“No.”
I was waiting for him to hang up first, but he didn’t, so there was this awkward silence, mixed with the faint sound of his meditative breathing.
“Uh…yeah, I’ll let you go,” I said, clearing my throat.
“I’ve stopped covering for you,” Jas said suddenly, just before I hung up.
“What?”
“When Mom calls,” he explained, “I don’t cover for you anymore. I tell her every time you don’t come home. She knows you’re with what’s-his-face.”
“Now why the hell would you go do something like that, Jason?” I shrieked. Up until this point, Jason and I always covered for each other; especially when we knew that the other one was doing something—or in my case, someone—that our mother didn’t approve of.
“Well, I figure, if you’re lucky, she’ll call the cops on the guy,” Jas answered. I could picture that smug look on his face. “What Matt’s doing is messed up, and one of these days he’s going to get it.”
“I’m a big girl,” I retorted. “There’s nothing the cops can do about it.”
“You’re just a kid, a stupid, reckless, immature kid to him,” Jas spat. He was giving me a more cynical version of what Jenn had lectured me about a few days ago. “He doesn’t love you or even care about you. You should give it up because nothing good will come out of this.”
“Oh, you’re so right,” I sneered, slamming my fist onto the table. “Matt let’s me stay over at his place because he doesn’t give shit about me.”
“Please,” Jas scoffed. “The only reason he let’s you stay over is because you’re just giving yourself away like free food.”
“Quit insinuating that I’m some kind of whore!” I had such a grip on my phone that, if I had enough strength, I could’ve snapped it in two. “You and I both know I’ve only been with one other person, so don’t even go there. Matt used to be one of your best friends, or have you forgotten that?” I knew mentioning their former friendship would be pouring a gallon of salt into his open wound, but someone needed to put him in place.
Jas snorted, unfazed by my mentioning of the past. “A best friend doesn’t put the moves on my baby sister,” he replied. “In fact, a best friend wouldn’t even think of putting the moves on my then just-turned-eighteen-year-old sister. Apparently he wasn’t my best friend, now was he?”
“Well, if you don’t want me being seduced, then you should probably quit introducing me to all your male friends!” I countered.
Jenn came over and set a plate of fried eggs in front of me. She had quickly turned her head, but I could still see that she was trying to conceal her laughter.
“I’m just telling you to…”
“Yeah, thanks,” I interrupted. “I’ve had enough of your Dr. Phil moment, so I’ll just see you when Matt gets back. Bye, Jas.”
I hung up before he could say anything further.
“That was…intense.” Jenn said after a moment, still laughing at all my clever comebacks. She sat across from me, slowly eating her breakfast.
I glared at her, stabbing one of the egg yokes violently with my fork. “You knew that would probably happen,” I muttered, clenching my teeth. “If you want me to let Jas to have information about me, then you can call him from now on. Be sure to give him all the dirty details, please.”
“Lil, he’s your brother and only wants the best for you.”
“Brother or not, he’s still a cynical, meddling little shithead.”
Jenn chuckled a little, taking a bite of her eggs. “Yeah, that’s true.”
She had never been fond of Jason because of the way he treated me. Plus, he still owed her brother a ridiculous amount of money. He saved Jason and Amanda’s house from being foreclosed on.
We ate in silence until my phone started ringing.
Both of us jumped at the sound of my ringtone.
“Hello.”
“Hey.”
I grinned, suddenly aroused by the familiar sound of that thick North Carolinian drawl. “Well, speak of the devil,” I giggled. “How’d the shows go?”
“Good,” Matt replied. “We’re off to Michigan now. I should be home early tomorrow morning. I’m going to stop by the store on my way. You need anything?”
“Just in case, you may want to pick up some tampons,” I replied, pausing for a minute because it sounded like he was writing it down. I rattled off a list of other snack foods that I liked having and then told him I needed to pick up some clothes and my crutches from Jas’s.
“Why do you want your crutches?” he asked, sounding a bit surprised. I don’t mind your wheelchair marking up my place.”
“I know that, but I like my crutches better. This way we can utilize your king-sized bed if we want to. Your occasional nightly needs are difficult to accomplish in a twin bed.”
“I’ll pick them up on my way, then,” he chuckled.
“No,” I said quickly. “I want to go with you.” I wasn’t about to let him face my brother’s wrath on his own.
“I’m not scared of him, Lily Marie.”
I knew he wasn’t, but I was afraid of what Jas might say to him. I could just see Jas insulting me in some way and then Matt knocking his teeth down his throat; he had gotten into a brawl with him before, so it wouldn’t surprise me.
“I know you’re not, Matthew Moore, but still…”
“Do I not take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then, so don’t worry...I’m boarding now, so I have to go. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
We hung up.
Jenn was grinning at me.
“What?” I asked as the blood rushed to my cheeks.
“Nothing, really” she replied. “I was just wondering, what font are you gonna use on the wedding invitations?”
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