A/N: *sigh* For some reason I couldn't move past and work on my others until I started this one. Blame it on a disgruntled Jeffro muse. This one isn't going to be long, atleast not if I can help it.

Jeff paced impatiently in his brother's room. Or rather his brother and his lovers' room. Jeff's face twisted into a grimace as he thought the older man that had latched himself onto this brother. He never understood and still didn't understand what Matt seen in him. He was loud, disrespectful, vain, condescending and an utter jackass. In short, everything that Matt was not. Yet it had been almost a year since they hooked up and no matter how hard Jeff tried to separate them nothing worked.

Everyone around him was always commenting on how much happier Matt had became after they got together. But the man's reputation sealed his fate in Jeff's book. Deep down he knew it was only a matter of time before he broke Matt's heart. Deep down Jeff hated Chris Jericho. He blamed Chris for the sudden change in Matt's ring character. It was as if he molding Matt into a version of himself. Matt started raising his closed fist as a taunt because Chris was; he started turning against the crowd, spouting off garbage just like Chris.

But most of all, Jeff blamed Chris for the riff in he and Matt's relationship. There were no more goofy phone calls at odd hours of the night, no more unannounced visits to hotel rooms dressed as hookers. Nothing remained of his brother that Jeff recognized. Matt had to ask before he made plans with Jeff because Chris might have planned something already, or because he didn't want to leave Chris home alone. Jeff started to grind his teeth in anger as he recalled the many broken plans because Chris didn't want Matt to go, or because Matt forgot and made other plans with Chris.

Slowly Jeff watched his independent brother become nothing more than a toy that Chris took out and played with occasionally then tossed to the side when he was bored. The quiet of the room did nothing to calm Jeff down and soon he was growling as he paced, resembling a caged tiger; his short beard his strips. Frequently he would look at his watch and let out another growl.

"Dammit, Matty only had a signing today." He grumbled.

Just as the words passed his lips he heard the doorknob jiggle and he froze. His brain switched into his playful mode and he crouched down; stifling a laugh as he pictured Matt's surprised face when Jeff jumped on him. The door swung open and Jeff launched himself at silhouette after it stepped into the room and shut the door. In mid jump realized that the person he was flying at was the wrong one but was too far through the jump to stop.

Chris yelped as he went down, landing hard on his back. The room had been dark so all he really had to go one was touch and smell until his eyes adjusted to the gloom. The hair tickling his face was soft and it smelled faintly of coconut; Matt's favorite conditioner.

"You didn't miss me that much did you?" He purred as he ran his hand up what he thought was Matt's leg and squeezed his backside.

"I guess any body will work for you." Jeff snarled as he picked himself up.

"In my defense only one man throws himself at me on a daily basis." Chris snapped back as he sat up. "Why the hell are you in my room anyways."

"Your room? It's my brothers room too thank you. I didn't know I needed a reason to be here." Jeff said with a roll of his eyes.

"So you decided to break into your brothers room and jump on him." Chris said as he moved over to the bed. "That's some real brotherly love there Jeffro." He smirked.

"Don't call me that."

"What's the matter Jeffro…." Chris taunted, stretching the name out annoyingly.

"Only my friends and family call me that. You belong to neither category."

"I beg to differ junior, I'm with your brother; we're practically married. That makes me basically family."

"Over my dead body."

Jeff had had enough and launched himself at Chris again; this time wanting to wipe the smug smirk from his face. The tussled around for a moment on the bed before falling off and hitting the floor. Jeff had ended up on the bottom and grunted as Chris landed hard on his stomach; driving the wind from him. While Jeff tried to get his breath back Chris pinned his arms down above his head and grinned triumphantly. Before he could gloat however the door opened again and Jeff did the first thing that came to mind.

He stretched his neck and kissed Chris, yanking his arms free as Chris loosened his hold. Then Jeff grabbed Chris's shoulders and forced himself to moan and move against him; plunging his tongue into Chris's mouth.

"What the hell?" Matt demanded.

"M-matty…." Jeff gasped as he pulled away and widened his eyes in 'surprise'.

"Matt." Chris started as he scrambled to his feet. "I-I-I….."

"Don't." Matt interrupted, his voice cold as he stared at him. "How could you?"

"Matty, I didn't….I swear…" Chris pleaded as he grabbed a hold of Matt around the waist tightly. "He forced himself on me."

"Right. He forced himself on you, yet you were on top."

"Matty, please listen to me." Chris's voice was soft, and Jeff thought he heard the older man sob.

"What a drama queen." Jeff thought as he snorted.

"I can't. Why listen when I know what I walked in on. I'm done. Enjoy one another."

Matt disentangled himself from Chris and left; grabbing his bag and leaving his room key and the ring Chris gave him on the dresser. Once the door was shut Chris turned and glared at Jeff; tears flowing down his face.

"Why would you do that?" He hiccupped the last word; palming the tears from his eyes.

"Easy, my brother is now free of you." Jeff said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I now have my brother back."

"Right." Chris scoffed, more tears leaking down from his eyes. "He thinks that you and I are having an affair. He's not going to want anything to do with you."

"Chris there is one thing that I know that you don't seem to get." Jeff leaned against the wall and watched unaffected as Chris dropped down onto the bed holding his head in his hands.

"What's that?"

"Blood is thicker than spilled semen. Yeah, Matt'll hate me for a while, but in the end; we'll start talking again and he'll forget all about it. He'll forget all about you."

"What is your problem with me? What have I ever done to you?" Chris cried, his tears running once more down his face.

"Personally? Nothing." Jeff said with a shrug. "But you're all wrong for my brother. He deserves better."

"Better?!?! No one is going to treat your brother the way I do."

"That's the point. I won't have to look at the bruises on him when I see him in the shower after shows; I won't have to close my eyes and count backwards to calm down when I see him limping and wincing when he tries to sit." Jeff hissed.

"Once Jeff. Wow. Once Matty and I decided to play rough. I hated myself for days after that. But Matt isn't the only that carried bruises and limped. I did too. I made sure that he done unto me what I did to him."

"Whatever." Jeff said with an annoyed breath. "All that matters is that now I won't have to worry about it happening again."

Before Chris could say another word Jeff turned and left, leaving him alone with his tears.