A/N: Here's another one. I hope you like it. R&R. Enjoy!

Halloween Madness

Paint

(John Morrison/Jeff Hardy)

John didn't really understand why Jeff painted his face whenever he'd go out to wrestle. At first, he thought it was because that's just how Jeff was: different, unique. And Jeff is different and unique, but in a good way. One that makes John smile and remember good times. However, the more he got to know the younger Hardy brother, the more he realized that the paint wasn't just because Jeff was different and unique.

When they first got together, John didn't really know that much about Jeff's insecurities. Truthfully, he couldn't fathom why Jeff would be insecure; the older man was gorgeous, among other things. However, as the months passed by, John started to understand why Jeff constantly wore face paint, and the truth stunned him for a moment. After all, how could Jeff think that he was ugly? There was no way in hell anyone with a functioning brain would think that Jeff was ugly.

But John didn't say anything when he found out. He didn't want to press the issue and he didn't want to make the older man feel uncomfortable or, God forbid, even more insecure than he already was. Instead, he tried his best to give Jeff as much support as he could without being too obvious about it.

"You look hot, babe."

"I like your ass in those jeans, Jeffy."

"Jeff, your hair is amazing."

Matt caught on however, and John thought that he was done for. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Matt was protective of his younger brother. John loved Jeff and he was just trying to boost his self esteem; he wasn't trying to be mean or cruel about it, and the last thing he wanted was for the elder Hardy to think he didn't care about Jeff. Because John did care about Jeff. A lot, in fact. More than he's ever cared about anyone, as a matter of fact. Which is why he nearly shit bricks when Matt confronted him about it on Raw, while Jeff's match was going on.

"I know what you've been doing, John." John's heart nearly stopped and he kept his gaze dead ahead, never allowing his eyes to leave Jeff's form.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And I just wanted to tell you…that I appreciate it." Completely floored by Matt's confession, John turned and stared at the older man, who merely shrugged and smiled as he watched his brother in the ring.

"Jeff's always been a bit sensitive in his own way. You know how he is. You know what he thinks of himself. I try to give him as much support as I can, so does the rest of our family, and I'm glad that you're doing the same. Hopefully, Jeff will begin to believe what we've been trying to tell him for years."

John continued to give his lover the support that he had already been giving him. The face paint never left, especially when Halloween came around, but that never bothered him. As long as Jeff was happy, that was all that mattered to him. And Jeff was happy. Paint and all.