A/N: So WrestleFan and I decided to extend Bodies from a oneshot into a chaptered story. So enjoy all and spread the Matticho Love!

Chris cracked his eyes open, his mind swimming to a state of bleary half consciousness. There was a dull pounding at the base of his skull and squeezed his eyes shut for a minute to quell it. There was a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach and he tried to recall everything that he had done the night before, hoping that something would account for the queasy feeling. Bits of the bar, the angry beer tosser, and rolling around on the sidewalk with the oldest Hardy flashed before his eyes and he unintentionally glared as he tried to piece it together to form a coherent picture.

Something soft tickled his nose and he pushed it way, his mind too preoccupied with trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts to pay much attention to it. When it happened again he grabbed the offending object and realized that it was hair……dark curly hair. With his brows furrowed he rose up onto his elbows and looked over to the other side of the bed. There, lying with the cover wrapped around his waist was Matt. With a rush he remembered everything, and the information hit him like a kick to the gut from Mark.

Matt felt the bed move and rolled over onto his back, the movement dragging the cover down a little further on his hips. He groaned as he fought to open his eyes, but even the slight light that filtered in through the curtained windows were like daggers to his eyes. Finally he was able to squint them enough that he could see blurry objects around him.

"Ugh, what happened?" He groaned as he shut his eyes again.

He reached over for another pillow to lay on his face when his questing hand encountered something warm. Something that felt and awful lot like skin. He turned his head to stare at what he was touching and it then that he felt the sensation of eyes on him. He opened his eyes once more and seen that Chris was watching him warily.

"Apparently I showed you a good time. Although it couldn't have been too good if I can't remember it." Chris replied dryly, wondering why he added the last insult.

He continued to watch Matt, wondering if he remembered what had happened between them last night. His own memories were hazy, but he had a good enough grip on them that he knew that he enjoyed what had passed between them. When Matt didn't say anything, Chris had the stray thought that it would be best for them if they both just treated it as a drunken one night fling and forgot all about it. He did have to admit that it felt nice to have Matt, or anyone for that matter, treating him like a human being with feelings rather than the asshole everyone thought he was.

"Mmmm, then you won't mind if I just roll back over and go back to sleep then." Matt mumbled as he pulled the cover from his waist and tossed it over his head in one fluid movement.

The minute it settled around his head Matt started to rack his brain for information about what had happened the night before. The raging drum in his head made it hard to concentrate but finally he managed to pull some memories to sharp detail. He recalled leaving the bar after the fan assaulted them; he remembered the cab ride and the heady feeling of Chris's hands and mouth on him. But it turned fuzzy as he tried to remember the actual details of the sexual encounter.

That in itself scared Matt a little. Had it hurt so bad that his brain was trying to protect him? He dimly remembered seeing something on the Discovery Channel about how the brain shuts down and erases memories that it deems too painful so that the body and the person can heal from a particularly nasty trauma or incident. His eyes had finally been able to open fully in the inky darkness under the cover, but they closed again quickly when it was yanked off of him, leaving him naked on the bed.

"Why do you want to sleep here? You have your own room dontcha?" Chris bit out as he pulled the sheet around him, glaring at Matt as the elder Hardy squinted up at him.

"Yea I do, but seeing as how my body is slightly sore and I have no idea what you did with my clothes, I'm going to stay here and rest. Although you are free to leave, and I'd suggest hitting the gym if ya do. You're getting a muffin top there." Matt grumbled as he rolled over onto his side and curled into a ball, the cool air of the room making him shiver.

Despite trying to be angry at Matt, Chris felt the corners of his mouth twitch at the muffin top comment. Not that Matt had much room to talk; he had one going on as well. His eyes flicked over the creamy exposed skin and Chris found himself wanting to curl up with him, breathing in his scent as he watched the rise and fall of his chest as breathed.

"No!" Chris screamed mentally at himself. "Take Matt's advice and get out before you regret it." He shed the sheet and gently draped it Matt, scolding himself for tucking the grown man in as if he cared whether or not he was cold.

The feel of the sheet sliding over his skin had Matt rolling back over onto his back and watching Chris as he dressed. Even a morning after a drunken fling before getting a shower and doing whatever it was he did to get ready, Matt found Chris extremely attractive and he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying it aloud. Chris's movements were fluid, no jerky or wasted movements on his part. And despite his muffin top comment Matt found himself hardening as he imagined getting up out of bed and sneaking up behind the older man and holding him for a few minutes.

Chris could feel Matt's eyes on him and he worked hard to ignore it, even though he found himself slowing down slightly so Matt could look his fill. He reached down and plucked his shirt off the floor, slipping it on with a soft sigh before running his hand through his hair to try and straighten it. Then with a quick look in the mirror over the low dresser he turned and left, sparing neither look or word on the man in the bed.

Matt lay in bed for a few minutes before pulling himself out of it with a sigh. He knew that Chris moody, but he was hoping that after last night he'd be a little better. Wasn't sex supposed to do that to people? Relax them and ease bad moods? Matt decided that he'd jump in the shower before leaving, no use in heading back to his room smelling of sex. He knew he'd already hear it from Phil about the drinking, but to show up rumpled and funky? He'd never hear the end of it. With a grin at his roommate's coming tirade, he started to collect his clothes and headed into the bathroom.

As the warm water washed over him he grabbed Chris's shampoo and conditioner, reveling in the feel and smell of it. The label was in French; at least he thought it was French.

"No doubt some expensive brand that he bought at home in Canada." Matt thought as he inhaled the fragrance deeply.

The body wash a common brand and it made Matt smile. Axe Phoenix. He soaped up as the conditioner set in his hair, the combined scents of the shampoo and the body wash mingling and making him smile. After he rinsed off he stepped out and allowed himself to air dry as he pulled a hotel comb through his hair, amazed that the conditioner had made it so soft. Once it was laying a semi controlled mess around his shoulders he slipped into his clothes, slightly peeved that he couldn't find his shirt.

Even though he knew that he'd probably die for what he was about to do, he raided Chris's bag. He pulled out a t-shirt from the bottom of the bag and slipped it over his head. He'd send it back once he got to his room and slipped into something of his own he decided as headed out the door.

"Or maybe not." He thought as the smell of Chris's cologne wafted up to his nose. "He'll probably never even know it's missing."

Glen had been sitting in the lobby waiting for Mark show up for their morning work out. Adam and Randy were sharing one of the large couches and were gossiping back and forth like to old hens. For the most part he hadn't been paying attention, the sexual escapades of his fellow superstars was none of his business.

"Dude you missed it." Adam whispered loudly.

"What?"

"Jericho and Hardy were practically molesting each other down here last night." Adam snickered. Glen's head jerked up and he started to listen while it looked like he was studying a plant in the corner.

"Which Hardy?" Randy asked with a slight giggle that caused Glen to roll his eyes.

"Matt. He should have been gagging with as much tongue Chris was ramming down his throat."

"So that's what Matt wanted to talk to Chris about." Glen thought with a smirk.

The elevator dinged and Glen looked up, thinking that Mark had finally made his way down. Instead it was Chris, a scowl etched onto his face. Before he could tell himself to shut up, he called out to the irritated looking man.

"What's the matter Chris? Hardy didn't want to play last night?"

"Shut the hell up!" He shot back, not bothering to conjure up a Jericho-esque retort.

The entire way to the gym Chris had been mentally castrating himself for the way he treated Matt. He knew that he had been beyond rude, but it was an ingrained response for him. When he felt threaten or vulnerable he turned to it. But this was the first time that he could ever remember feeling bad about it. There were a few others sitting around Glen and they shot him knowing smirks, wearing his thin nerves down even more.

"What?!?!" He snapped at Zach Ryder and Curt Hawkins. "Take a damned picture, it'll last longer."

"Why? I'm sure their camera would just shatter if it did." Glen brayed from his seat, earning a snicker from Adam and Randy.

"Go to hell Glen." He barked as he headed away from the prying eyes.

"Been there, done that and got the t-shirt." Glen brayed as he got up and followed him to the gym, his irritation at Mark momentarily forgotten. It wasn't every day that Jericho left in the middle of an argument. "This could be fun."

Chris could hear Glen behind him and sped up. The last thing he needed in his hung-over and aggravated state was that bald moron bugging him. Normally he had nothing against Glen, but his comments were striking nerves that he didn't even know he had. What did it matter to Glen if Matt didn't want to play? It didn't matter, he had and Chris grinned slightly as flashes showed themselves to him, showing how much Matt liked to play. No matter how hard he tried to lose Glen, the large man stayed on his trail like blood hound.

Once inside the gym Chris headed over to a machine that located in a corner and started his work out, willing Glen to disappear but knowing that it was a wasted effort. He was always around when you didn't want him; it was his 'superpower' as Glen referred to it.

The amused smirk that Glen had been wearing was still in place as he selected a machine that gave him an unobstructed view of Chris. The shorter man was starting out at a rep that was much too heavy, Glen could tell by the way Chris was straining. All in all it was rather hilarious to watch, but Glen knew that if he didn't step in that the hot headed blonde would end up injuring himself. He was about to call out and distract him for a moment when the door opened and Mark strolled through. He motioned for the raven haired man to join him and proceeded to tell him in whispers what was going on.

Chris tried to distract himself with the heavy weights. He fought to keep his mind on how many times he pumped his arms up and down with them, closing his eyes as if that would stop the questions from breezing through his mind.

"What if I had stayed in bed with Matt? Would be talking over a late breakfast? Or would we be leisurely exploring each other's bodies, trying to make up for the holes in their memories from the night before?" He thought sadly.

Before the thoughts could go much further Chris shook his head to banish them. They were stupid thoughts. Ones entertained those that were feeble minded and unable to function without someone by their side. All too clearly he remembered what had had happened the last time he felt that way.

Flashback

He couldn't believe it. Shawn Michaels, his idol, his crush had taken him under his wing. For a few hours a day they would train together, Shawn showing him moves and different ways to go about them. And then after that they'd go and Shawn would show him the inner workings of the business, to make sure that he didn't make the same mistakes that he had. But that wasn't the best part. Shawn asked him out to dinner. To anyone else it would seem like it nothing, a dinner invite tossed carelessly over a shoulder.

But to him it was the best thing in the world. As he had hurried back to his room his mind was conjuring the perfect outfit. The whole look he had gone for had taken less than an hour. His hair was spiked up with a gel that left it soft yet unmoving, his baby blue button up shirt done up expect for the top three buttons. And his jeans were a dark denim wash with just the slightest signs of wear at the cuffs. His shoes barely peeked out from under the jeans and he couldn't help but acknowledge how good he looked.

Shawn had said that he'd meet Chris at the restaurant so he climbed into his rental and headed out knowing that Shawn always showed up at least five minutes early to everything. He pulled into the parking lot and hurried in, hoping that he had beaten Shawn. He hadn't, Shawn was in the middle of being seated, looking unbearably sexy in his white button down shirt and khaki pants. His long blonde hair was flowing around his face making Chris sigh with the need to run his fingers through it.

Quickly he shook his head and hurried over, smiling as he took his seat across from Shawn. With blue eyes that never seemed to age Shawn smiled back, causing Chris's heart to speed up. The dinner had gone rather well, Chris didn't taste what he had eaten he was so enthralled with what Shawn was saying. After paying the bill they headed outside to their cars, Shawn walking Chris to his rental.

Chris was already in the driver's seat while Shawn stood just inside the door. Shawn ducked his head to say something but to Chris he was leaning in for a kiss. Without thinking he reached up and pressed his lips to Shawn's reveling in the soft feel of them before they were ripped away. Confused he looked up and stared at Shawn who was rubbing his lips vigorously with the back of his hand. Then without saying anything Shawn walked away, and other than their parts in the ring they hadn't spoke. A fact that was tearing Chris's heart to shreds every time they passed in the halls.

End Flashback

With an angry growl Chris let the weights fall with a heavy clang.

"If I wasn't good enough for Shawn what makes me think that I'm good enough for Matt."

He wiped his brow with the towel that he grabbed on his way in and noticed that Glen and Mark were talking in low tones across the room. He knew that they talking about him, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that. They kept shooting him looks and it was starting to aggravate him. He even entertained the thought of going over and confronting Glen. But the man's sheer size kept that particular impulse in check, so he decided to keep him mouth closed. For now anyways.

Mark rolled his eyes and slapped Glen on the back of the head. With a grumbled, 'mind yer own business' Mark headed over to the dumb bells and started to do some curls, shooting Glen a glare in the mirror when it looked like he was going to open his mouth and say something smartassed to Chris. Glen seen the look and decided to keep his mouth shut. If there was one thing that he had learned was no to piss Mark off. Besides there would be plenty of time later to annoy the loud mouthed Canadian. Hell he might even annoy Hardy while he was at it.

Matt dug around in his pant pockets, praying that he hadn't lost his key card sometime during the night. After a few minutes of futile searching he took a deep breath and pounded loudly on his door, hoping that Phil had spent the night in their room.

"What the hell am I thinking? Of course he slept here last night. He's straightedged, he doesn't believe in that kind of fun."

Matt smacked his head and pounded on the door again, wishing that he had stopped and picked up a Pepsi to appease the sure to be grumbling SuperStar.

Phil stood at the end of the hallway, watching with a wry grin on his face as Matt pounded on the door. He had spent the night with John and was just returning to the room. He shook his head and started the hallway, laughing to himself. He sneaked up quietly behind Matt and tapped his shoulder gently, a smile on his face that was mile wide when Matt turned around to face him.

"Looking for this?" He questioned as he held out his key card.

Phil's face turned a light shade of pink when he noticed the odd look that Matt was aiming at the large white Stetson setting atop his head. There was no mistaking who's hat it was, it practically screamed 'Layfield'.

"What?"

"Nothing. Love the hat."

Matt smirked as he took the card and slipped into the machine. Once the little light turned green he pushed the door open and made a beeline to his bed, dropping face down onto it with a groan. He heard Phil moving around the room and fought the urge to grill him about his night. The room was clean, too clean. Letting Matt know that it hadn't been stayed in. And the hat? How in the hell did he get Layfields hat? Everyone knew that the uptight Texan never went anywhere without it.

"What's wrong Matt?" Phil asked a few minutes later when he dropped down onto the bed next to prone man. "Aren't ya going to even ask about John's hat?" He chuckled.

"Nah. I knew you'd tell me sooner or later. You gossip more than a woman." Matt said with a grin as he rolled over onto his side and looked up at Phil. The slight movement sent daggers through him and he groaned as he press the heel of his hand against his temple to stop the pounding. "Never drinking again." He mumbled.

He heard Phil chuckled again and reached over, grabbing pillow then pressing it down on his face. After about a minute his lungs started to clamor for air and relented some, the burning of his lungs more welcome than the pounding head and the deep seated ache that resounded through him whenever Chris crossed his mind.

"And that's why you shouldn't drink." Phil said automatically.

"Bah! You don't know what you're missing." Matt quipped sarcastically before shielding his face as Phil grabbed his pillow and started whacking him with it.

"Judging by how you look I'm didn't miss anything." Phil snickered as he settled back down on the bed. He took the hat off and ran his finger over the band in reverence, smiling fondly as he thought about its owner. "Oh hey, I was going to tell you……just so you know, I heard some of the guys talking about you and Jerky earlier."

Matt pulled the pillow off his face and looked over at Phil, his eyebrows congregating near his hairline. He searched his memory, trying to remember if there had been anyone in the lobby when he and Chris had breezed through the night before. Of course the only thing that he could dredge up was the feeling of Chris's lips against his and the feel of Chris's hands as they skimmed his body.

"Whaddya mean there were guys talking about Ch-Jericho and I? Who in their right mind would even put that pompous windbag and I in the same sentence?" He questioned.

"Um well," Phil started timidly, he hated being in the middle of things. That was how you got yourself in trouble. "I went down to the lobby earlier to get a Pepsi and I overheard Adam and Randy talking. Glen was sitting next to them and didn't seem interested until you two were brought up. Then it all turned to laughing and Glen was harassing Chris when he walked into the lobby. I don't know what was said, you know me. I don't make it a habit of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. I just wanted you to know that there were some rumors floating around."

"Hardly rumors depending on what they saw." Matt thought. "Thanks Phil, I'll take of it. Maybe put Adam and Randy out of their misery." He said with a grin. "I would go after Glen, but he might flatten me, so I'll leave him be. He'll grow bored and move on to something else soon enough."

"Alright." Phil happened to look up at the clock by the bed and got to his feet, placing the hat back down on his head. "I have to be going, I'm meeting a certain cowboy for lunch." Phil's smile got even wider and he winked at Matt before leaving, looking happier than he ever had before.

Matt winged a pillow at the retreating SuperStar, grinning when it bounced harmlessly off the door as it closed behind Phil. Once alone in the room the thoughts of Chris started back and Matt's grin turned into a frown.

"If only Chris had looked like that this morning when he woke up." Matt thought sullenly as curled into a tight little ball. With another groan plopped the pillow back down on his face, willing himself to sleep. At least in slumber Chris couldn't pester his thoughts.