A/N: Alright, this fic was co-written with WrestleFan4. So the Chris in this fic belongs to her and her Chris muse and Matt is mine and my Matt muse. This pairing is slightly weird, but I guarantee that if you give it a chance you might find that you like it.
And this is written in half-Kayfabe and half reality. In other words, Kane is Glen; Show is Paul and so forth. But Chris is still Jericho, and Rey is Rey. I hope that it's not too confusing for everyone. So enough with the yakkity yakkity, and on with the Fic.
And we own no one other than the musi that haunt our minds. So on that note…….ENJOY!!!
Matt was heading back to the locker room after his tag match, his arm throbbing dully. His coat was flung over his shoulder and his hair was lying in loose curls around his face. Jeff jogged up to him and patted him on the back, trading a smile as they pushed the door open and stepped inside. The rest of their match team mates were in various states of undress and redress and Matt headed over to his corner to begin his own undressing.
"Hey Hardy!" Someone called from another part of the locker room.
"Yea? What?!?!" Came both Matt and Jeff's reply.
"We're all heading out to the bar. Y'all wanna come?" It was Glen's voice now; Matt could distinguish his Tennessean drawl anywhere.
"I'm in." Matt yelled out with a grin.
"Not me. I have a date tonight." Jeff chimed in.
There was some teasing from the others but Matt heard Jeff laugh it off before he called out his goodbyes and leaving. With a white towel wrapped firmly around his waist he headed into the shower area, smiling as Paul and Glen playfully wolf whistled when he dropped the towel to stand under the spray. The quiet wasn't meant to be, no more than three minutes later the door banged open, scaring everyone in the room.
"Did you hear those hypocrites, those parasites cheering for you tonight Steamboat?" Came Jericho's aggravated yells. "Did that excite you old man? Did you like it?"
The yelling got closer and Matt heard the door to the locker room open and shut multiple times as well as mumbling as the various guys left. He rinsed out his hair and after a quick rub down with hands to make sure he had all the soap off, he turned off the water and headed into the locker room. Like Matt suspected everyone had left, leaving only he and Jericho alone in the room. Grumbles from the next aisle over had Matt sighing in exasperation.
"Stuff a damn sock in it Chris." He yelled after hearing the word 'hypocrites' at least a dozen times, and all that was while he was pulling his boxers on.
"Who do you think you're talking to Hardy?" Chris challenged as he moved around to glare at Matt.
"You, seeing as how we're the only ones in here. Your damned crying scared everyone else off." Matt rolled his eyes as he pulled his jeans up, buttoning one handedly as he reached for his shirt.
"I wasn't crying." Chris growled, crossing his hands over his chest.
"Whatever." Matt left his shirt hanging open and stuffed his ring gear into his bag and shouldered it.
He did a quick check to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything and then pushed past Chris to leave. He heard Chris grumble something at his back and shook his head as the door swung closed behind him. Had he stayed he would have heard the sound of soft sobs as Chris headed into the shower area. He was walking down the hallway towards his car when he see Glen, Phil, and Rey chatting amiably near the exit doors.
"So where are we going?" He asked as he joined the group, leaning theatrically against Rey.
"Just to the hotel bar." Rey answered, grinning as he pushed Matt off of him and playfully growling.
"Yea Matt, unlike you, not all of us have fans that would drive us back to the hotel."
"Like y'all need to worry about that. Philly's going. He's the DD."
"Oh, no. Not tonight I'm not." Phil said with a shake of his head. "I'm staying in my room and watching a movie."
"Is that what Layfield's calling it now?" Glen asked with a light nudge to Phil's ribs.
Phil's face turned a delicate shade of red and he mumbled something about everyone minding their own business. Matt laughed and went to say something to Glen when he seen Chris slinking down the hallway, his head down and his shoulders slumped. He furrowed his brows as he watched the proud superstar head away. Even though Chris had been nothing but surly and bonafied pain in the ass to him, Matt had the sudden urge to see what was really going on with him.
"Hey Glen, can I meet y'all at the bar later? I have to ask Chris something first." Matt said as he continued to stare after Jericho.
"Sure…" Glen followed Matt's line of vision and snorted, "But I don't see why you wanna talk to him. All it's gonna do is give you a headache."
"Thanks man." Matt smiled and took off down the hallway that Jericho had headed down.
As he hurried to catch up with him, Matt found himself wondering why he even cared about Jericho's feelings. It wasn't as if he returned the favor. Ever since his feud with Shawn he had decided to stay in the character that the writers had given him. It was no secret that he had coveted Shawn for years, and for a little while it seemed like Shawn had returned his feelings. He had taken Jericho under his wing and had been teaching him some new moves as well as some insider information about the business.
And then it all went south. From what Matt had heard Chris had mistakenly interpreted Shawn's help. There had been a nasty fight between the two during a dinner after Chris had tried to make a move on Shawn. The result was the feud that lasted a good part of the fall. Not that it hadn't driven ratings up, but still it was painful to watch as Chris acted out the part of spurned lover on t.v. each week.
"Chris!" Matt yelled, unable to catch completely up with the older man, "Hey man, hold up a minute."
"What do you want?" Chris all but spat when he turned around and seen who was yelling at him.
"I was just wondering," Matt hadn't really thought out a plan and rubbed at the back of his neck in an embarrassed fashion, "If you wanted to, ya know, go out get a beer or something."
"W-what?" Chris's acidic retort died on his tongue as his brain fully processed what Matt was asking.
"You don't have too if you don't want to." Matt pulled his face into a scowl out of habit and when to turn away, "On second thought, just never mind." Matt turned to leave, berating himself for even thinking that this might be a good idea.
"NO…erm…what I mean is no. I would like that." Chris's voice was soft, and Matt turned around with a slightly confused look on his face.
"What did you say?"
"I said that I'd like that……Assclown." Chris was scowling now, not really sure about why he accepted the invite. It wasn't as if he and Matt Hardy had anything in common except for being heels right now.
"No need to call names." Matt smiled slightly, "So who's driving? And where are we going?"
"I don't care....about either." Chris amended when it looked like Matt was going to say something.
"Well, there's a bar not too far from the hotel, and then there's this club that Jeff had told me about." Matt shrugged. "I've been dancing in forever, but then again I was all amped for a beer with some of the others."
"We'll make up our mind on the way, although the dancing is striking me as a good idea." Chris smirked as they started out to the parking garage. "Then I can laugh at you."
"Like you could do any better." Matt scoffed, but laughed when Chris turned wide shocked eyes on him.
"Now listen here junior....."
"Chris, you're only four years older than me." Matt rolled his eyes.
"That's enough."
"Canadians." Matt mumbled as he popped the trunk of his car and stowed his gear, leaving it open for Chris to do the same.
"Yeah? Well we're better than you." It was said teasingly and with a smile since Matt couldn't see his face from his spot in the driver's seat. "And button up your damn shirt. We're not going to some gay strip club."
After shutting the trunk and climbing in Chris hastily pulled his seat belt on and made a big show of grabbing the sides of his seat. Matt just shook his head and revved the engine a couple of times before pulling out of the parking area. There was no talking during the ride other than them finally deciding on where to go. Karaoke had been brought up, but it was quickly shot down by Chris. He just wanted to grab a beer and relax, not get up and perform from the screaming masses.
The bar was just a few blocks from the hotel, insuring them a short walk if they found themselves too impaired to drive back. As they walked into the bar, Matt once more found himself wondering what in the hell he was doing. Chris had shifted from conceited jackass to a teasing almost-friend and then back again. Chris led them to a circle booth near the back, stating that he didn't want to deal with the hypocrites and parasites.
Once they were seated Chris signaled for the waitress and impatiently gave her the order to bring the establishments' most expensive imported beer and to keep them coming. Matt seen the slow smoldering anger in the young lady's eyes and took a preventive step to keep it from repeating the incident from Victoria, British Columbia. He placed a hand on the young woman's arm and led her a couple paces from the table and gave her a hearty tip and apologized for Chris's rude behavior.
"Do you have no shame Hardy?" Chris asked when Matt sat back down. "If you want a piece to go home with you, damn there are plenty of Divas that would accompany you. Hell, Kelly has been with most of the roster. Then of course there's Katie Lee. If you can get past her brother that is."
"Chris.....never mind." Matt sighed.
The waitress was back a moment later with three beers a piece for them to start out with. Chris just took his and downed the first one before she left, growling when she took an extra minute to smile at Matt. The younger man was taking his time with his first one, giving Chris plenty of time to observe him. Chris still didn't know why he had gone with Hardy, but as he watched he couldn't deny that the man was good looking.
Soon the bottles on the table were numerous and their eyes had grown heavy. There hadn't been much talking other than some half hearted insults from Chris about Matt's hair and what not. Matt had taken them all in stride, even laughing when Chris had tried to make fun of his ass. His retort as to why Chris was looking at it, had Chris turning red and sputtering out some mumbled insult back. The more Chris got into the drink, the sadder he seemed to become and Matt had the nagging urge to find out what he had to be sad about.
"Chris….why are you doin this man?" Matt asked, his speech slightly slurred.
"Doin what?" Chris's voice was just as slurred as he pulled his eyes from the lip of his bottle that he was tracing with his finger.
"Why you actin like you're in the ring all the time?" Matt reached over placed his hand over Chris's, stopping the tracing movement.
"Cause I'm better than everyone….." Chris started as he tried to ignore the warm feeling of Matt's hand on his.
"Bullshit." Matt said softly, his brown eyes boring into Chris's blue ones.
"I-I-I." Chris stuttered, "Because I'm a loser." He blurted out, his face crumpling.
"Chris, you're not a…."
Matt was interrupted by a man walking up to the table. Chris fought to put his face to rights, and plastered on a sneer as the man glared at him.
"Can I help you?" Matt asked.
"You sorry sonuvabitch." The man said as the emptied Chris's bottle of beer on him. "You think yer a big man, taking out men you should be bowing to."
"Hey now." Matt jumped to his feet and hurried Chris way from the table before it could turn violent. Once Chris was situated at another table he returned and confronted the irate fan. "Listen man, don't you know that it's all scripted." He hissed, getting as close to the man's face as he dared.
"Like yer any better. Both of ya's are fucking pricks." He picked up another bottle and dumped it on Matt before walking away.
Seething Matt turned his back and headed back over to the Chris, noting that once again the man's shoulders were slumped and that his head was hung. Gently he placed a hand on Chris's shoulder and frowned when Chris looked pulled away and glared at him.
"Come on, let's get outta here." Matt sighed.
Chris nodded and they headed out to the parking lot, neither one talking nor looking where they were going. Chris stumbled over something on the sidewalk but wasn't able to catch himself and ended up sprawled on the concrete. Matt snickered once and reached down to help him, but ended up falling over and landing on Chris. The position was an awkward one, Matt had settled between Chris's legs with his face mere inches from Chris's. In his alcohol fogged state he noticed that the elder Hardy had a rather handsome face with full lips.
His turned down into a frown a moment later when he processed what it must look like to anyone that passed him by. He tried to push Matt off of him, but the 11 pound difference was too much for him in his drunken state.
"Get offa me Clownass." He grumbled.
"I thought it was Assclown?" Matt giggled as he tilted his head to the side to stare at Chris. "Does that mean my ass squeaks when ya squeeze it?"
"How do I know if your damned ass shrieks…squeals….squeaks." Chris said, his brow furrowed as Matt continued to laugh at him.
"Ya could pinch it." Matt suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Have you lost your damned mind? We're on the fucking sidewalk."
"The sidewalk has sex?" Matt's expression turned to shock with a slight hint of fear. "Will it infect us with a disease?" Matt asked as he curled up onto Chris, pushing his face into the crook of Chris's neck.
"What in the hell are you talking about now?" Chris was confused, and the feel of Matt's warm breath against his neck was clouding his mind even more than the beer.
"You said that we were on the fucking sidewalk. That means that it has unprotected sex and has probably contracted some disease or another." Matt said, although it was somewhat muffled by Chris's shoulder.
"I think you're drunk." Chris said simply as he tried not to laugh at the younger man.
"Please don't let it infect me." Matt pleaded, as he started to nuzzle Chris's neck. "Please save me."
The last three words were said softly but they managed to bring back the anger that had been roiling in Chris's gut. With a brutal shove he sent Matt flying backwards and he got to his feet quickly.
"Save you? I can't even save myself." He spat as he started away.
Matt sat up and watched as Chris stalked away, a confused expression on his face. Then as quickly as the alcohol would let him he scrambled to his feet and hurried after him. His feet seemed to be made of lead and after just a few strides he found himself sprawled face first on the concrete.
"Dammit!" He yelled as he rolled over onto his back and stared at the sky.
Chris heard Matt cuss and turned around to see him on sidewalk again, this time sprawled out and gingerly touching his face. Despite his better judgment he walked back and looked down at the fallen man.
"Aw, come and get up. It was just your face, no harm done." Chris said as he offered Matt his hand.
With a speed that caused Chris to blink Matt grabbed his hand and pulled Chris down to him. Once they were face level Matt pressed his lips to Chris's, running his tongue over the moist seam of his lips. For a minute Chris was too stunned to do anything, his mind was still trying to wrap itself around what was happening. Then his body took over and he tangled his hands in the Matt's hair and kissed him back for all he was worth.
Air was running short between them, and Chris pulled away first, licking his lips and watching as Matt's eyes tried to focus. Deep in the pit of his stomach he knew that this was wrong but at the moment his mind was being ruled by another organ of his. He stood up and pulled Matt up, crashing their lips together again as he hailed a cab. He hated that he was enjoying the attention that Matt was showing him, but at the same time he reveled in the fact that he was desirable to someone.
The ride to the hotel was nothing more than a heated make out session and after paying the cabbie, Chris took Matt's wrist and led him over to the elevator, kissing and nibbling on Matt's neck as Matt frantically pushed at the buttons. Once they were safely enclosed in the elevator car Chris pushed Matt against the wall and started to bite and lick on the slightly taller man's neck and shoulder. The moans that were dripping from Matt's lips were enough to drive anyone crazy, and they had almost the same effect that the beer had earlier on Chris.
"Are you rooming with anyone?" Matt gasped as Chris sucked on his neck.
"Who would wannaroomwitme?" The last was said in a rush due to Matt returning the favor and biting down on Chris's neck.
"Good point."
The elevator doors slide open and Chris led Matt down the hall to his room. After struggling with the door they burst into the room and Matt had Chris up against the wall, kissing and nibbling on his lips. Chris sighed into it and ran his fingers through the silk like mane. He managed to kick the door shut and maneuver them over to the bed. He grinned cockily as he pushed Matt down and climbed on top, pressing their bodies together as he dipped down to taste Matt's lips again.
He felt Matt's hesitation at that kiss and pulled away to see that he was looking everywhere but at Chris.
"What's wrong?" He asked quietly as he pulled away, afraid that Matt was already regretting what they were doing.
"I…well….ya see….." Matt's face was pink and he licked his lips nervously, causing Chris to groan lowly in his throat. "I've never done…this." Matt motioned between them with his hand. "I'm a virgin." The word was garbled and Chris couldn't help it, he had to laugh.
Chris rolled over and hugged his sides as he continued to laugh. His fear, that he'd deny later, had diminished and he couldn't help it. Matt was a virgin, that's what was wrong. It had nothing to do with him regretting that it was Chris; it was because he had no idea about what to do.
"We don't have to do this ya know." Matt said, his voice slightly ashamed as he moved to get off the bed.
"Now I never said that." Chris rolled back over and pinned him to the bed, his lips kissing the hallow of Matt's throat as his fingers deftly slid the buttons from their holes. "Why would you even think that?" He murmured as he began to kiss his way down Matt's chest.
"Well," Matt swallowed hard as Chris took one of his nipples into his mouth and laved it until it was a hard little pebble. "Most of the guys don't want to train their lovers."
Matt arched up off the bed a second later when Chris tugged on his nipple with his teeth. He looked down and watched as Chris moved on to the other one, his breath hitching in his throat as Chris worked his way down. Chris's grin was still in place as he dipped his tongue into Matt's bellybutton, loving the way he shivered underneath him. He could feel the proof of Matt's arousal as it prodded him in the chest and he chuckled as he grabbed the button with his teeth and tugged it free.
Soon Matt was lying naked and Chris took the time to look his fill. He had to admit that even though Matt had the slightest bit of paunch he was in fine shape. He reached down and stroked Matt gently as he watched his face.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he dipped his head and drug his tongue slowly across the head.
Matt was unable to answer, so he nodded instead. Chris stretched up and pressed a quick kiss to Matt's lips before going back down and sheathing Matt in his mouth. With a gasp Matt arched up, his hands going to Chris's shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle. Chris hummed once and smiled around his mouth full as Matt panted above him. It didn't take long for Matt to feel the familiar tug that signaled he was about to cum and in a panic he started to pull at Chris.
"Chris…." The feeling grew and Matt knew he only had a matter of seconds. "Chris, I'm going to….."
Matt's sentence ended on a howl and Chris swallowed as he continued to bob his head slowly. He didn't want to waste on drop and even after Matt's body relaxed onto the mattress he ran his tongue up and down his shaft. When he pulled away Matt was breathing hard, the ragged gasps making him twitch. He moved back up, settling between Matt's thighs, the head of his engorged member nudging him slightly. Matt's eyes widened slightly at the feeling, but he said nothing.
"Matt, I want to…." He trailed off as he nudged Matt again, "But not if you don't." Despite how he had been acting, Chris wasn't one to take what he wanted when it wasn't his to take.
"Please?" Matt's voice was husky, making the one word seem much more than it was supposed to.
"It's going to hurt, are you sure?"
Matt rolled his hips, taking the head in slightly, making them both groan. His eyes were pools of chocolate and Chris took his mouth as he worked himself into Matt's tight passage. He felt Matt stiffen and stayed still, kissing and nibbling on Matt's lips until Matt adjusted to his size. After a few minutes Matt moved against him and Chris slid out slowly, drinking in the sighs and moans as he thrust back in.
His body wanted to kick it into overdrive and hammer into the body beneath him, but his brain overruled and set a slow pace, hitting Matt's prostate with each stroke. Chris nibbled and licked the Matt's neck and shoulder, moaning against the sweet tasting flesh when Matt started to meet his thrusts. Even though the movements were slow, the tight heat of Matt was more than enough to push him over the edge. His last thrust was harder than the others and they both came in with hoarse yells. Matt's covering Chris's stomach and Chris flooding Matt to the point of overflow.
On shaky arms Chris looked down at Matt and smiled. He allowed himself to soften completely before pulling out and laid down next to Matt, pulling the younger man over to him. Matt pressed a kiss to his chest before moving out of bed. With a frown Chris watched, thinking that he was going to get dressed and leave. Instead Matt ducked into the bathroom and came back out with a wet washcloth.
He climbed onto the bed and situated himself between Chris's legs, gently washing both Chris's stomach and his cock. The feel of the rough cloth against his skin was enough to have him twitching again and with a playful growl he grabbed Matt and rolled him underneath him again.
"Already?" Matt asked as Chris took him into his hand and stroked him back to hardness.
"Are you questioning me junior?" It was meant to be an insult, but the tender sound of the word junior made Matt smile.
Once Matt was at full attention Chris straddled his waist and slowly lowered himself down. Chris bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud as settled himself firmly against Matt.
"Chris…I don't know.." Matt started as Chris placed his hands on Matt's chest.
"Shh." Chris said as he captured Matt's lips again. "Just let me do the work."
Matt nodded mutely and watched transfixed as Chris rode him slowly. It felt like nothing he knew, and without knowing he settled his hands on Chris's waist and pulled him down hard. The sudden change in the pace brought a moan from Chris and Matt started to drive up into him. Even though he didn't know it, his hard thrusts were hitting Chris's prostate and his following orgasm was extremely powerful, not only covering Matt's stomach and chest, but also splattering his face. The tightening of his muscles around his cock triggered Matt's second orgasm and he held Chris still as he pounded into him as he rode it out.
"Now what?" Matt panted as Chris moved over to his side and pulled him close again.
"We'll figure it out in the morning." Chris said through a yawn.
Before he drifted off though, he took the abandoned washcloth and cleaned Matt off. But instead of running it over his face, Chris used his tongue to bath Matt's face. He had never been one that found the taste of himself rather delightful, but the taste mingled with the sweet taste of Matt's skin was different.
"Ugg, what are you a dog." Matt laughed as he rubbed his hand over his face to dry the lingering wetness.
Chris laughed along with him and kissed his one last time before he settled back down and fell asleep. A true smile on his face for the first time in long time.