The plane ride was pure torture for Matt, he spent most of it shifting in his seat before he finally gave into himself and spent some quality time in the bathroom; trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to alert those that were seated near the toilets would be any wiser as to what he was doing. As hard as he tried every time he'd get into a steady rhythm something would throw him off and in the end he just slunk back to his seat; dropping down into it and scowling as the throbbing in his pants grew worse. He tried to force himself to sleep; thinking that maybe if he was unconscious then it wouldn't be so bad on him. Unfortunately his tormentor had other plans.

Just as Matt was drifting off the feel of someone next to him had his eyes popping back open and he groaned when he seen Hunter's smug face; the warm topaz eyes glittering hotly as they drug over his face and down to the impressive tent that there was no chance of hiding. Matt shifted; his face red at the slow, obvious visual caress, his already tight pants seemingly growing even tighter. He sucked in a breath and was unable to do more than watch as Hunter trailed his finger tips over the pulsating bulge, pinching the head just enough to send pain edged pleasure zipping through his body and making him whimper and arch.

"Tsk,tsk. This must be," Hunter stopped his soft words and leaned into Matt; his teeth grazing the sensitive lobe while he growled, his hand engulfing the hard member and rubbing hard. "Completely uncomfortable for you. If I were you Matt, I'd do something about it right. a. way."

"I-I..." He trailed off, his face growing even redder as he mumbled. "I tried, didn't get off..."

Hunter pulled back and blinked before laughing; his hand squeezing ever harder as he rubbed and teased; his eyes glinting as he leaned close again, his warm breath puffing against Matt's ear and making the dark haired man shiver and writhe.

"Matty, are you telling me that you couldn't get yourself off?" He smirked as Matt nodded meekly; growling low as he drug the point of his tongue around the shell of Matt's ear. "Or maybe it's because deep down you know that if you got yourself off I'd be displeased, and you know you don't to displease me."

"N-no." Matt squeaked, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to keep himself from responding to Hunter's words and touches. "I-I just perfer someone elses hands on my body..."

"Is that so Hardy?" Deftly Hunter managed to pop the button and undo the fly quickly; slipping his hand into the tight confines of Matt's cargos and palming the rigid length with a wolfish grin. "I still think you haven't because you really want me to take care of this..."

"M-ma-maybe. After all it is your fault I'm in this condition."

The sulky tone of voice and poked out bottom lip made Hunter chuckle and he slid his hand from Matt's pants to lay it gently on Matt's thigh; the fingers curling possessively into the flesh.

"Y'know Matty if you had just listened to me earlier you would have gotten off. But you let your mouth run away with you; so I had to punish you."

Matt blinked; scowling as he pushed Hunter's hand off of him and getting to his feet, his eyes flashing hotly as he stared down at the seated, smirking man.

"Punish me? I'm not a child. I don't get punished for having an opinion."

"Of course not Matty, I would never punish you for that, it was your attitude; it was disrespectful."

Hunters voice was saturated with arrogance and Matt bristled; his lips compressed into a straight line and his right hand balling into a fist as he warred with himself to keep from spouting off the loud, angry words that were stinging his tongue and burning his throat. Hunter re-situated himself, his arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed at the ankle with his lips tilted in his superior smirk that was slowly driving Matt insane.

"Disrespectful? I'm disrespectful?"

"Yes, and loud. You're getting pretty loud." Hunter laughed and shook his head; sending the sunlit locks swishing about his face. "You Southerners, I always heard you were soft in the head, but I never really thought it was true."

The muscle beneath Matt's eye started to twitch and before he could stop himself his hand lashed out and swiped across Hunter's face, leaving a large red print and a loud 'SMACK' behind. The chatter of those around them stopped and Matt swallowed; his eyes still flashing but wide as it sunk in what he had done. For his part Hunter stayed seated; bringing his hand up and rubbing the stinging mark lightly as he laughed slowly. Soon the sound around them increased back to normal volume when it was obvious that Matt wasn't going to get massacred. Hunter's eyes told a different story; the once warm depths were cold and Matt could just imagine the thoughts racing through his brain.

"Hunt-"

"Sit."

"Hey-"

"I said sit."

The clipped words and violent glare left no room for argument and with a deep swallow Matt found himself sitting back quickly in his chair; his face in flames-both embarrassed and fiery angry-as he snuck looks at the large blonde man to his right. Twice he tried to strike up conversation but each time it was struck down by a glare and barked word; each promising something larger happening when the plane touched down in Houston.

"Get some sleep."

The growled command made Matt jump and he turned wide eyes to Hunter; surprised to see him still looking forwards but holding a glass of clear liquid then; tilting his hand and making it slosh back and forth before lifting it to take a careful sip. Matt opened his mouth to say something but Hunter raised his hand, the barked order lower in volume than before and holding more authority.

"I said sleep."

With a grumble Matt sat back against the seat; his arms crossed over his chest and his bottom lip poked out like child sat in a time out. He felt rather than seen Hunter turn towards him and he quickly swiveled his head to look out the window; growling softly when he felt Hunter's hand on his thigh.

"Look kid, get some sleep. You're gonna need it, just because your slutty partner in crime Jericho walks around all red eyed and tired looking doesn't mean you are. Just close those pretty eyes of yours and rest."

"I'm not tired."

The hand on his thigh left and Matt let out a small sigh of relief; until the hand gripped his chin and turned his head back so that they were staring at one another, Hunter's eyes glowing amber fire as his thumb dug into the point of Matt's chin. For a long moment they just stared, Matt trying to put on that he wasn't intimidated by the larger man and Hunter sitting stoically; his thoughts and emotions hidden behind a wall of ice. Finally Hunter broke the silence between them; his thumb moving gently over the small triangle of downy hair on his chin, his voice low but stern.

"Matt, get some sleep. You look over worked; your shoulders are slumping and I don't want you falling a sleep on me later."

"I'm not tired." Matt reiterated, his words belied by a yawn and he glared at Hunter when a small smirk graced the strong features.

"Really? Because you just proved yourself to be a liar country boy."

Matt couldn't help his childish reaction and stuck his tongue out at Hunter; yawning again and finally laying his head back. He heard Hunter chuckle and he growled lightly before falling into a light sleep; the bouncing and gentle jostling of the plane helping to push him further into dream land. Besides him Hunter sighed; a ghost of smirk on his face as he gently touched the fading mark, giving props to the sleeping man for doing something that not many dared to do.

In what seemed like mere minutes Matt felt himself jostled awake and he blinked groggily; snarling when he seen Hunter still seated next to him. With a petulant scowl he shifted over to his side; his rounded hip jutting up from the seat as he reached around behind him to find the lever to recline the chair slightly.

"Hey, Hardy. Planes landed."

"Bite me." Matt grumbled.

Matt's words were followed by a yelp and jump; sending the dark haired man to the floor were he glared up the blonde man grinning down at him. Without speaking he got up and rubbed at the throbbing area; his lips tilted down churlishly.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"You said, and I quote, 'Bite me.' so I did. You shouldn't say things you don't mean Matty and your language is atrocious. Do you kiss your brother with that mouth?"

Matt opened his mouth to snap at Hunter but instead just reached up and jerked his carry on down and muscled his way to the front of the plane; tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the door to open so they could disembark. After what seemed like years the door finally broke it's seal and they thundered down the walkway; emerging to the flashbulbs of paparazzi and the screams of fans that somehow found out where and when they would be there. With a false smile Matt pushed his way through, stopping only to sign a few autographs and taking a couple of pictures. Once free of the snarled bodies he hurried over to the rental counter; wanting nothing more than to get his car and hot foot it to his hotel.

Things went smoothly and it wasn't long before Matt was ghosting along; the windows rolled completely down and wind tearing at his curls that had escaped his pony tail. Night was giving way to the morning when he pulled into the hotel parking lot and he sat for a moment before getting out and stretching his back; arching it with a growled moan as his vertebrae popped and protested the movement. Other rentals were trickling in and he smiled when Chris pulled in next to him and exited his car; smiling flirtatiously as he offered Matt his elbow. With a genuine laugh Matt linked their arms, winking playfully and acting like a swooning school girl as he and Chris made their way into the building and the front desk.

They joined the back of the line and chit chatted; Matt laughing heartily as Chris recounted his dreary encounter in the airplane bathroom with Ziggler, stating that it was obvious that the bleached blonde loudmouth had probably only decided that morning to be 'gay' and give the other side of the fence a try. Slowly the line moved; both men yawning and leaning sleepily on one another by the time they reached the counter. The poor desk girl looked only marginally better for the time wear of her shift and smiled at the two them as her fingers flew over the keys; the softly clicking and clacking serving only to make their eyelids droop further over their gritty feeling eyes.

With their keys clutched in their slacking grasp they worked their ways to the elevator; Matt looping his arm around Chris' waist and helping support him even though he was much more steady on his own feet. The slow rising and gentle rocking of the car lulled them further to sleep; Chris' head nestled in the hollow of Matt's throat while Matt's cheek was pressed against the top of Chris' head. The tiny ding of the reached floor signal managed to stir them somewhat and they shuffled down the long hall; Matt's eyes blurring the numbers and making him stop and pull the key card from his pocket to recheck the number for his room.

After much blinking and stopping they stood in front of the door that signaled their sleepy salvation. Chris moved around behind Matt, wrapping his arms around Matt's thick waist and leaning against his back; a soft purr rumbling his throat as Matt fought with the card reader, his reaction time to slow from the blanket of fatiuge to get the door open while the tiny blinking light was green. With a growl he finally managed to push the heavy oaken door open and stumble inside; Chris still leaning heavily on his back and mumbling nonsense in his near slumber.

"Ma-Matty, can I stay with you tonight?" He asked; the words interrupted by a yawn that nearly rendered them incomprehendable.

"Ah doan-"

"No."

The forceful voice made them both turn around and Matt glared as much as he sleep fogged brain would allow.

"Now listen here..."

"No you listen Hardy, you can't just invite whomever you want into our room."

"Our room? Excuse me, but this is my room. And I'll have who I damn well please in here."

The sleep ebbed away, the cobwebs trying to cling to Matt's body but his anger singed them and left him standing and staring angrily at the large blonde man that had moved into the room and set his bag at the foot of the bed before stretching out on the large mattress, his interlaced and pillowing his head. Matt heard Chris swallow and watched as his blue eyes darted between him and Hunter, the unsure expression on his face saying every thing and more.

"Fine." Matt turned and after linking his fingers with Chris' started towards the door. "I'll just crash in Jericho's room."

"I didn't give you permission to leave Hardy."

Matt whirled back around; growling when Chris bid them a hasty goodbye before hightailing it from the room, leaving his bag behind in his haste to get away from the uncomfortable tension.

"Permission? I don't need your fucking permission."

"Again with the vulgarities Matt? I think you need refresh your course on manners."

Hunter climbed from the bed and faster than Matt could react had the enraged Southerner bent over the chintzy looking futon couch in the room. Matt struggled, snarling and arching his back in complete concentration of getting the heavier blonde off of him. In the blink of an eye Hunter had him cuffed down; the links of the cuffs clinking against the arm of the couch as Matt fought and yelled to be set free.

"You sorry, low life son of a bitch."

The vemoned words found their mark and Hunter scowled as he yanked the cargos down to Matt's ankles; exposing the rounded backside to him that was still devoid of any coverings save the rumpled pants with the intent of leaving some heavy slaps to the fleshy globes until they burned pinkish and the sounds coming from Matt were a different type of growling and pleading. The action made Matt yelp and moved around; sputtering threats as he tried to cover his naked rear, finally managing to roll himself over the back of the couch and land on his back, his arms now secured above his head. For a second Hunter could only blink; inwardly amazed at the gumption and fight in the dark haired man; but then he set his face back into a scowl as he moved around and knelt down; putting himself eye to eye with the seething man.

"You really are in need of some manners Matt. And I think I'm going to have fun in teaching them to you."

"You're not gonna teach me nothin."

Matt spat the end word; misting Hunter's face with a fine spray of spittle, his eyes molten in anger as his body fairly vibrated with the all consuming emotion. Under other circumstances Hunter was fairly sure that he'd find the sight of Matt bound and helpless extremely exciting; but at that point in the time it felt more like he was watching a ticking bomb, waiting for it to explode and vaporize all foolish enough to be around it. Their eyes caught and clashed, Matt snarling and yanking hard enough on the cuffs to dig them into his skin; making Hunter worry for a moment whether or not he'd hurt himself in his bid to be free.

"Let me the fuck go."

"If you would ask nicely...and promise not to smack me again."

"Neither one of those things is happening so just let me the fuck go already."

"Matty, Matty, Matty. Is it really so hard to say something in a nice way?"

"It is when you've got me naked from the waist down and cuffed; unable to do a damned thing to protect myself."

"Protect yourself from what Matt?" Hunter took a gentle seat on the low coffee table; reaching over to trail his fingers up from Matt's ankle to his inner thigh slowly.

"Fr-from you. From what you've got planned for me."

Matt twitched and pulled his legs up, bringing them as close as he could and glaring when Hunter laughed and let his fingers glide over the smooth skin; the questing fingertips skating over and between the rounded globes, finding the hidden pucker and teasing it lightly before his hand away.

"Hardy I'm not going to hurt you...well ok, I will hurt you but no more than you're seemingly wanting."

"..." Matt blinked a couple of times before he could get his mouth to work; his voice incredulous when it finally obeyed him. "And you call me soft in the head. I don't want hurt..."

"And you're lying. Every time we've been together you've done nothing but whimper and beg with your slutty moans as I pound in and out, causing you that sweet brand of pain that you know you can't find anywhere else. Even now I bet you're fighting off an erection, the feel of those cuffs on your wrists putting you at my mercy..." Hunter trailed off; gently grabbing Matt's legs and straightening them out gently.

Matt's voice caught in his throat and he narrowed his eyes; forcing himself to ignore that truth in Hunter's words even if his body seemed to want to make him a complete liar. The light feeling of hands climbing up over his skin and resting on his thighs had him shifting in an effort to dislodge them but in the end he just stilled and turned his face back to Hunter; his eyes still simmering but the deep, dark depths roiling with anger and just the smallest hint of arousal. He let his legs fall open, the stiff flesh jutting up away from him as he licked at his plump lips; softening his glare and lowering his voice to a sultry purr.

"Hunter...Ah mean sir, if I offer mahself to you..."

"As appealing as that offer is Hardy, I'm still not letting you go until you ask nicely and promise not to slap me." Hunter let his hands slowly wander; cupping the warm heavy sack and fondling the thick and hard shaft as he grinned; his own body screaming at him to take the offer. "So are you gonna behave Matty?"

The seductive gaze and low purr fell away and Matt pulled his legs back up to shield himself; utterly put out that his ruse had been seen through. With a sniff he worked his way over onto his side so that his arms weren't going to be in complete agony; keeping still and silent even though he wanted nothing more than to huff and snarl.

"Suit yourself then Matty. Sleep tight."

Hunter left a kiss to the back of Matt's neck and moved about the room, turning off the lights and changing into his lounge pants before slipping beneath the cool cotton sheets and drifting off with a slight smirk as Matt grumbled from his self imposed night on the couch.