Title: Definitely Not a Bottom

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYONE! None of this is real! NOPE! None!

Summary: Mike poked Matt in the chest, his words taunting. "I bet you're just as much of a bottom as Jeff is." Matt lifted a brow, smirk in place. "Wanna find out?"

Notes: Because TheMizMagnet is just TOO hot to ignore. XP! She's done the amazingness, making yum Hardycest and Randiase for me, XP! In return, I shall give her Mizena and any other Mizniss she needs, XP! I do so love her. SHE IS MINE. I hope she loves.

*A*C*O*Y*

-Christmas Bash-

"This is so boring." Jeff's words were slightly muffled, his plump lips wrapped around a large candy cane. He was sitting back on Matt's lap, his thighs being rubbed by the darker brother.

"Go to sleep then," Matt suggested for the umpteenth time. He had been dressed in red by his brother, a red sweater pulled over red pants with dark stitching on the sides. Of course, he'd complained to Jeff, who merely stuffed a chocolate into his mouth.

Mike smiled, looking over at Jeff.

He wore his green/blonde hair up in pig-tails; framing the sides of his face cutely and a green cat suit that made his eyes appear even greener.

He himself wore a dark blue jean jacket over a black button-up shirt and snug jeans that hugged his ass nicely.

"I don't wanna be the first one to go to bed," Jeff whined.

Both Matt and he jumped when a loud ringtone came to their ears.

"Call me so I can make it juicy for ya, call me so I can get it juicy for ya, call me…"

Jeff giggled and ran outside, launching himself in John Hennigan's arms. "Take me away from the boringness."

Matt rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, watching John carry his brother upstairs. "He's such a bottom boy."

Mike grinned. "You're telling me that you're not?"

"Do I look like a bottom boy?"

Mike's eyes raked over Matt's form.

Even with the loud colored sweater on, you could easily make out the muscles and strong arms of the ravenette. The pants also didn't do much to hide that amazing ass, though.

"…Yeah, actually. You do."

Matt snorted, grabbing onto his cup of eggnog. "Coming from you, I won't bet on it. Fairy-looking little twink…"

Mike twitched before smiling. He stood up, placing his own cup on the ground.

Matt, taking note of the change in atmosphere, smirked and stood up also, crossing his arms over his amazing chest.

"Big talk, Hardy," Mike poked Matt in the chest, his words taunting. "I bet you're just as much of a bottom as Jeff is."

Matt lifted a brow, smirk in place. "Wanna find out?"

Mike grinned, "Are you offering?"

"No. I'm inviting, you're the one that's offering." With that, Matt grabbed Mike's jacket collar, leading him upstairs to his own room.

Mike followed along, turning his eyes to the room down the hall, hearing John's loud moans of pleasure.

"Jeff must be using that mouth of his on John." Matt smirked, "Can you use your mouth, Mike?"

"I'll let you be the judge of that."

They made it to Matt's room, where Mike immediately pushed Matt down on the bed.

Matt smirked up at him, "And exactly what do you plan on doing?"

Mike smiled, "I'm gonna blow you, of course. Then, I'm gonna fuck you."

Hah.

Matt snorted, but didn't bother to rebel, hiding himself a smirk.

The pretty blue-eyed boy would find out exactly why he was one of the best tops in the federation.

Fuck that. In the hole world, really.

Mike grabbed the red sweater Jeff made Matt wear and he pulled it off roughly. He placed gentle kisses on Matt's chest before moving lower, unbuttoning and unzipping the pants that matched the sweater and the boxer shorts.

Matt closed his eyes, fisting his hand in Mike's hair as wet warmth slipped over his hard cock. He grunted, thrusting his hips up slightly as Mike slid his mouth lower, contracting his throat muscles and sucking hard around Matt's cock.

Mike pulled away for a bit, running his tongue over the base of Matt's thick length. "So…am I good?"

Matt murmured a reply, shoving Mike's head back down his cock. He thrusted up slowly then went harder, enjoying the sounds of wet sucks and slurps coming from the younger man.

Mike moved his fingers over Matt's balls, playing with them, gently rolling them in the palm of his hand. He could hear Jeff in the other room, screaming and moaning. He smirked, sucking harder on Matt's length.

Matt would definitely be a bottom, too.

Or so he thought.

Before Matt even came though, he had suddenly switched positions, him on top of Mike. He smirked darkly, sliding off Mike's pants, seeing he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Hmm…well, it makes this a lot easier."

Mike frowned, "Do you really think you're going to…" he trailed off, arching and letting out a wail as Matt forced his way inside his unprepared ass. "Owe, shit!"

"Shut up," Matt murmured, smirking. "Time to show you how much of a top I am."

Mike shuddered, moving his arms to Matt's shoulders as the older man began to thrust. He could feel his walls being stretched apart, the large girth inside him making his walls ache with each thrust.

"We could have at least used something," Mike whined.

Matt smirked, "You want me to use something?"

Mike licked his lips, "It would help."

"Alright." Matt stood, leaving the room. "Be right back."

Mike blinked in curiosity before lying back, hissing.

Shit, his ass was aching already.

Matt barely started to fuck him and his ass hurt.

…Damn. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions…

Mike looked up when Matt re-entered the room, his fingers rubbing together.

Matt leaned on the bed again and inserted two of his long fingers into Mike's hole, a wet, sticky substance rubbing at his walls. It was warm.

"What is it?" Mike asked, eyes closing. It felt really nice, whatever it was.

Matt smirked, tapping Mike's prostate. "Jeff's cum."

Mike squeaked, feeling Matt's fingers tear out roughly before his cock slipped back in. "Ah, damn…" he wrapped his legs around Matt's waist, arching as the older man pounded into him. "Fuck, you're good…"

"I know," Matt smiled gently, leaning down to nuzzle Mike's neck. "You're really warm in there. And tight. Tight as hell." He pulled out to the head and shoved back in again, eyes lighting up as Mike moaned prettily.

"Oh, fuck, fuck…" Mike moved his hands to his cock, jerking it with both fists. "So good…"

Matt rested his hands at the bed on either side of Mike's head, forcing himself down harder and harder into Mike's ass. "Damn." He could feel Mike's walls tightening and he knew the smaller man was really close.

"Shit…god!" Mike gasped loudly as he came, drenching Matt's abdominals in his warm cum. He moaned softly, hearing Matt's pleased growl.

Matt came thrusts later, his cum coating Mike's insides. He pulled out, some of his cum hitting Mike's thighs. He smirked. "So…?"

Mike gave him a pleased grin, tongue moving over his lips.

"Definitely not a bottom."

*A*C*O*Y*

Haha. Because Matt isn't a bottom! Yeah right. XD!

We all know Big brother Matt is top while baby brother Jeff is bottom.

Same for Mizzy. He can do both, but he's prettier as a bottom, XP.

Oooh…letsee…what to ask for next…XD.

I'm feeling Teddish.

How about Ted and…John Cena? XD! Cena top, obviously.

If ya think ya can do it, XD.

Love you.