A/N: As I forgot to do this last time, here is a disclaimer:
I don't own Matt or Jeff Hardy or anyone else who may or may not pop up in this story. They are independent contractors so they basically belong to themselves.
I do not own the WWE either, Vince McMahon does. I don't believe that Matt or Jeff are gay or incestuous at all. This is just a little figment of my imagination.
Thanks to msnooky, Seraphalexiel, NeroAnne and AnonymousPunk for the reviews of the first chapter. I'm glad you all liked it.
So here is the second chapter to my Matt/Jeff story, it will be continuing after this and I hope you all continue to enjoy it.
"Good morning, Mr Hardy."
Morning had arrived and so had Matt's wake up call, the ringing of the telephone jerking him out of his slumber.
"This is your 8:30 wake up call."
He muttered his thanks and placed the received back on its cradle. He frowned, trying to remember what it was that he'd needed to be up so early for – he normally slept until about noon. It eluded him but he was awake now so he might as well do something 'productive'... like watching his baby brother sleep.
Jeff looked so peaceful when he was asleep, so relaxed and so... so beautiful. He seemed so care-free and happy – there even seemed to be a small smile on his face. It was a look that definitely wasn't prevalent during the day. He seemed almost childlike in his current state – there was innocence in his features that made Matt want to hug him and love him until the end of his days.
Matt couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when he thought about the previous night. He'd never thought that Jeff would allow what had occurred to happen; he'd never thought that Jeff would respond and he'd definitely never expected to tell Jeff that he loved him.
OK, so Jeff was asleep when he told him that but he had told him. So Jeff didn't hear him, so what? It was out there now. Jeff wasn't stupid. He could probably figure out how Matt felt. He'd taken care of Jeff and forsaken himself: he'd been hard as fuck last night and it had taken him a while to fall asleep and even now, just thinking about what happened, he was horny and ready to fuck Jeff's brains out.
But he couldn't do that. He didn't know how Jeff was feeling now, the morning after. Would he dismiss it all, say it never happened, just deny it? Would he be angry? Would he accept it and just let Matt fuck him like he wanted to? Matt sincerely doubted it. Would he, perhaps, accept it and ask for time? What if Jeff accepted what had happened but then said it couldn't happen again? That it was wrong?
Matt wasn't sure he could handle that. After releasing five years of pent up emotions into one night, into one blow job, hearing that would break him.
Matt knew that if anyone else found out about his feelings or about what had happened with Jeff, his life as he knew it would be over. He'd be called a freak. He'd be an outcast. It was illegal in most places. He'd checked as he'd wanted to know if he'd be thrown in jail if he ever acted on his feelings. At this point, he was glad he didn't live or wasn't in Massachusetts because he could be sent to prison for up to 20 years just for the 'sexual activities' the night before.
While Matt was elsewhere with his thoughts, Jeff was waking up. His eyelids fluttered as he came to his senses. He'd had the weirdest dream the night before: he and Matt had gone out and after coming back to the room, they started kissing and Matt had given him a pretty amazing blow job.
He'd never had a dream like that before. He'd never dreamt of his brother like that before; he'd never even dreamt about a guy like that before! What was going on? Was he gay, bisexual?
Oddly, he didn't feel tense or weird about this revelation. He actually felt calm, ready to discover for himself the truth.
He stretched his arms out, his back arching and his ass moving backwards as he did so and came into contact with something solid. Jeff jerked around to stare at his brother, who in turn was also staring at him, though he looked a bit shocked.
"Matt?" Jeff asked, "What's going on?" He was confused – the two brothers hadn't shared a bed together in years and certainly not without clothes on and if he was right, though he definitely wasn't going to ask, it hadn't been Matt's leg that he'd come into contact with.
"Um... well, I... uh... where should I start?" Matt stuttered, trying desperately to think of something to say. Never mind all his other thoughts – this was his worst case scenario: Jeff not even acknowledging what happened.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I wouldn't normally do this but reviews are nice!