Sorry for the delay. I got blocked, I lost the draft I had written... But it's finally here! I hope you'll like it!


Nick had a death grip around Matt's neck and shaking a bit while the other one had an arm around his hips and was laughing softly.

"You are never ever taking me to d bungee-jumping." He stated, still shaking.

"Why not? It was fun."

"Jumping off a fucking bridge is nothing but funny, Matt." The blond growled. "I thought I was going to die."

"Aw baby, I told you I would hold you all the way, didn't I?"

"Yeah you did. But I did it once, so next time you take, Jeff, Evan, Gabriel, whomever you want but you leave me on the floor." He said and Matt laughed harder.

"You are so exaggerated. Jeff and I did things like that when we were fifteen." He pointed out.

"Well, you and your brother are known for doing crazy shit. I was a good kid, you know?" He asked.

"Hey! I was a good kid too! I did the household duties, got top marks on my studies, raised Jeff and I even got a scholarship!" The brunette said.

"And did crazy things." Nick repeated.

"Yeah. And did crazy things." He conceded with a smiled and pecked his lips lovingly after checking no one was around.


"Do you want to go to have lunch somewhere?" Matt asked two weeks after the bungee jumping. They were already in NYC because of the weather.

"Yes! Where, though?" He asked.

"What about that restaurant next to the hotel? Jeff and Jay said it was really good." He said and Nick nodded, still with his head on the crook of Matt's neck.

"Sounds good to me." He mumbled.

"Ok then. Let's go." He kissed the top of his head and then started to head to their car.

They went first to their hotel to get on more formal clothing and then headed off to the restaurant. Nick observed, mesmerised, how his boyfriend used all his southerner charm and got them a private room. The waitress guided them, completely flushed.

"How the hell did you do that?" The blond asked when they were alone.

"Southerner charm." Matt said, smirking. "It's easy for us to get you do whatever we want, northerners. You can't resist to our beautiful accent and manners, can you?"

"No, I guess we can't." He smiled and let Matt took his hand.

As they always did when they were together they had an amazing time, talking nonchalantly about anything. Nick smiled every time Matt brushed his thumb over his hand or kissed his hand palm.

Most of the meal, the blond spent it looking at the brunette: he looked so hot with his night-blue silk button shirt that left nothing to imagination, his dark braided hair pulled in a ponytail. But Nick had to say that the moment he looked hotter was when he was drinking the red wine he had ordered.

"What's the matter?" He asked, smiling at him.

"Nothing. I was just thinking." Nick replied and returned the smile. The older stood up and kissed his forehead, his nose and then his lips.

"You are so cute when you blush like that." Matt said and pecked his lips again. "Finish your dessert while I pay, all right?"

"Yes Matty." The Ohioan answered and, once he was alone, he sighed and touched his lips; he loved how their lips felt pressed against the other's, for him, it was magical.

He finished and then went with Matt, who was taking his credit card back from the cashier. "You ready?" He asked to the blond.

"Yeah." He smiled and followed the elder to the entrance and then to their hotel.

After a few minutes both of them were sitting on the sofa, or better yet: Matt was sitting on the sofa and Nick on Matt, face to face and kissing each other eagerly, hungrily. Matt was tracing invisible circles on Nick's hip with his thumbs while the blond had his hands lace in the back of his neck, his fingers playing with some of the dark braids.

Some minutes later the kissing began to soften, to be gentler and eventually stopped and the blond rested his head on the elder man shoulder, trying to even his breathing.

"Matty?"

"Yes baby?"

"I'm hard." He whispered ashamed and looked down.

"I know." Of course he did notice the ragging hard on his boyfriend had" It was almost impossible to not notice it when it was pressed against his hipbone.

"Would… would you help me?" He asked softly.

"Do you want me to?" Matt asked to make sure it was something Nick really wanted and that he wasn't just doing it because he felt like he had to.

"Yes. Yes. Of course I want you too. I don't want anyone else." He said. "But…"

"I know. No sex yet." Matt nodded and kissed his lips lovingly. "Strip." He mumbled against his lips and the blond quickly complied. Matthew took his time admiring him: the strong yet delicate figure his boyfriend possessed, the blue eyes bright with lust and love and yet embarrassed, the blond silky hair… Everything in Nicholas Nemeth was perfect. "Sit down. Your back on my chest." He said and the younger male did so, not really sure why Matt wanted him facing the saw he was.

"Matty…?" He asked, unsure, but received no answer.

He sighed when the brunette started kissing his neck softly, nibbling it from time to time; his calloused hands caressed the pink skin of his hipbone and made their way until they found his nipples, playing with them gently.

He was trying to not to moan, but it was getting harder by every minute going by, every caress made him more sensible and it was killing him. His lower lip was almost bleeding form the biting he was doing.

"I want to hear you, baby." Matt murmured into his ear, voice low and husky, as if he could read his mind. "I'm sure you make such a beauty sounds…" Matt smiled against his shoulder. "Will you moan for me babe?"

"Y-yes." It was then that Nick realised that he was completely lost and had no saving from the man he loved: he had fallen completely in love with him.

"Thank you." The Ohioan shivered at those words and pressed himself against Matt even more.

And when the big hand started to stroke his aching member he had to moan. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, so lustful and lovely at the same time. Nick couldn't even form a simple sentence, he was to busy wandering through his recently discovered sexual world. If just a fucking handjob was making feel such things, he couldn't even imagine what Matt would make him feel when they were making love. He could even picture it: Matt on his knees, between his legs, fucking him nice and slowly while he was completely sweaty and sprawled over the bed, rock hard and his whole body filled with love bites.

"Oh Matt!" He screamed when the thumb ran across his head, over and over again, massaging it slowly, sending him into frenzy. "Matt, please. No more. Please. Don't stop. Feels so wonderful. Stop." The brunette chuckled: he wasn't making any sense, contradicting himself every time he said something.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" He asked, moving his hand at a slower pace.

"Just, just, wait a minute, please." He mumbled, breathing unevenly and letting his body go limp, knowing that his significant other wouldn't let him fall off his lap. Matt did so, he waited, not touching him at all beside his head, which he kissed a couple of times. "P-please?" Nick muttered after a few minutes.

"Hm? Please what?" He whispered.

"Please continue?" He said and Matt kissed his cheek before he started stroke him again, setting a rough pace. But this time, he added something: he started to massage his entrance with two of his fingers. Smiling when Nick started to push back to them. "M-matt…"

"Yes baby?" He asked, moving both hands a little faster.

"P-push them in…" He mumbled and Matt smiled before he pushed one until his second knuckle, letting the boy adjust. "More, please, Matty, I need more…" He sobbed and Matt complied at the second, pushing his finger inside him and slowly started to move it, doing circular motion. "Oh god!" The younger gasped and Matt smirked, knowing that he had found his G point. The older man continued to stroke him and to hit his bundle of nerves and in no time Nick came in his hand with a hoarse cry of his lover's name, coating the brunette's hand and his own abdomen with his seed. Matt smiled and wiped both of his hands with a paper tissue.

"You were amazing love." He said as he laid the blond on the sofa and pecked his lips. "I'm going to wash my hands, all right?" Nick nodded, lost of words and gasping for air. "Why don't you go lay on the bed and take a nap? I'll join you in five minutes." Half suggested, half-ordered.

"Ok." He sat up and smiled before he made his way to the bed with shaky legs and laid down on it, waiting for Matt, who came back with a wet rag and slowly cleaned him. "How about we sleep for a couple of hours and then we go visit Adam and Johnny?" He proposed.

"Whatever you want." He mumbled, letting Matt put a boxers and sweat pants on him. "Just get here." Matt chuckled and lay down next to him, letting him put his head on his chest. "I love you."

"And I love you back." Matt replied before kissing him softly on the forehead, smiling when he realised that his baby was already sleep. He wrapped an arm around him and closed his eyes too. He wasn't really tired, but he loved lying down with Nick in his arms.

He was drifting off to sleep when his phone rang: Jeff.

"Matt?"

"What Jeff?" He knew that tone of voice: his baby brother wanted something from him.

"Can you pick Jay and I up? We are at that enormous mall at…"

"No." He simply said. "I'm going to sleep. Take a cab." And he hung up. Damn was his brother and damn was he: why did he spoil the little brat so much all of his life? He sighed and put the cell phone on silence so he wouldn't be interrupted again.

When he woke up he realised that the blond wasn't next to him and that the shower was running. He stripped and joined him inside, kissing his nape.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" The brunette asked, yawning.

"You looked so relaxed that I didn't want to interrupt you." The blond replied and smirked. "Do you think John has told Adam?" He asked.

"Well, that's what we are going to find out." He answered.

"Matt, it's not like we can go in there and ask them 'Hey, are you together?'" The youngest said, rolling his eyes.

"I know. That's why I'm going to talk with Adam and you will talk with John." He said and then stepped out of the shower.

"Sometimes I wonder if you plan everything with anticipation." The Ohioan huffed.

"I have to be able to see what my crazy brother is going to do next." He pointed out.

"You say your brother is crazy, but believe me, you are crazier than him." Sighed Dolph, hugging him.

"May be. But you love me nonetheless."

"Hell yeah." He kissed him softly and then smiled, still with his lips pressed against the other man's.

"Let's get dressed." Matt said and kissed his Adam's apple.

About ten minutes later they were dressed: Matt just looked as he just walked out of the ring with his black cargo pants and black shirt and Nick was wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt.

"Seriously Matty?" He asked when he saw his boyfriend.

"What?"

"You are wearing the same clothes as the other night in SmackDown!" He observed. "You are wearing your ring gear." At that, Matt burst out in laughter, and the one with blue eyes looked at him, not getting where the funny part was. "What?"

"Nicky, honey, Jeff an I… we do not have a ring gear. We do have some clothes, but we don't like them. Point is, when we are out in the ring, usually we are using the same clothes we wore during the whole day." He explained, opening the door.

"So you are saying your normal clothes and your ring gear are the same?"

"Yep. Vince gave as permission to wear whatever we liked." He explained.

"Then why the hell do I have to wear trunks?" He huffed.

"Cause you are too cute." Matt cooed and pecked his lips. "And you have to show your cuteness to the world." He said, smiling sweetly when the blond blushed. "C'mon, let's go babe."

They arrived at their destination and the Carolinian knocked the door, frowning when Adam opened the door. His eyes were puffed and slightly red.

"Hey, is John there?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"Gym." The older blond muttered.

"Oh. Ok. Sweetie, can you go get him?" Matt asked at his boyfriend, who nodded. Matt smiled and pecked his lips. "Now. What the hell is wrong with you?" Matt questioned Adam once they were alone.

"I'm confused." He mumbled, sitting on the couch.

"Okay." Matt conceded as he sat down next to him. "And what are you confused about?" He asked.

"John. He took me to that beautiful cathedral, then me took a walk through its gardens and after a while, when we sitting on a bench he just kissed me. On the lips." He told, summarising, to his best friend and ex-boyfriend.

"All right. What's the big deal? It's not like the first time you got kissed out of the blue, baby." He pointed out, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah… but… I hurt him, Matty. Like real bad." He whispered.

"You rejected him." Matt said, understanding where the problem was.

"Yeah. And now… now…"

"You just realised that you want him back. That you love him too." He finished and the blond nodded, thanking whoever was up there that Matt understood him so well.

Matt embraced him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Why don't you tell him Adds?" The younger mumbled.

"I don't think I can…"

"You are a chicken." He cut him, smirking. "Nicky and John are going to be here anytime soon, just man and tell him the truth. You know he is not going to reject you."

Adam looked at him, eyes half closed and then he saw it. "You knew about him! You told him what to do!" He shrieked.

"May be." The Hardy smiled mischievously and the older landed on him, starting a tickle fight.

When Nick and John got there they stood under the doorframe, staring at the older males, the 'forever enemies' on screen rolling on the floor, laughing and growling. "It's nice to know that you are the oldest. We should call Jeff and Jason to join you." Nick said.

"No thanks. I don't want my brother in a tickle fight." Matt said, lying there, sprawled and smiling at them. "I think you have something to talk, we'll come back in… two hours will be enough for you?" He asked and Adam hit him on the chest. "Hey! What was that for?" He asked.

"You know why." The older blond growled and Matt chuckled, as he got up and went to his boyfriend.

"We'll see you later." The younger blond said as he walked out of the room.

"What do you want to do?" The daredevil asked.

"How about we call AJ and Amy?" He asked. "I think they bonded quite well." He said and Matt nodded.

"Sounds good. I'm happy for Ames, she needed to distract herself from Trish and Kaitlyn." He said as he fished his cell phone through the pockets of his pants.

"Yeah. You know? I think AJ was with Kaitlyn." He said and then frowned.

"You think so?"

"Uh-huh. They spent a lot of time with each other, or talking, chatting…"

"Should we ask her?" Matt asked.

"No way! I am not asking AJ anything related to her sexual life!" He shrieked and Matt chuckled, kissing his cheek.

They agreed to meet the women on the hotel bar. They were crossing the hall when a voice with a southerner drawl stopped them on their tracks.

"MATTHEW MOORE HARDY!" They turned around and before the rest of their co-workers present on the hall knew what was happening, Matt was laughing his head off. "Ah'm gonna kill ya!" Jeff jumped on his brother, completely soaked and with small leaves in his hair, and started to punch him.

It wasn't long until a full fist match was settled between the two craziest brothers in the WWE. And it wasn't long either until Lita split them by taking them for their ears.

"Seriously guys?" She said and the brothers started to smack her hands to get released. "Can't I leave you alone for a week?" She asked, releasing them and the males started to rub their respective ear.

"Hey! I did nothing!" Matt defended himself. "He just appeared, looking like that and started to punch me."

"I wouldn't be like that if you would have picked Jay and I at the mall!" The younger Hardy replied, glaring daggers at him.

"The main question is: why the hell did you went to the mall? To get Skittles?" He asked ironically but when his brother smiled sweetly at him he just face-palmed himself. "Seriously Jeffro? Skittles?"

"I ran out of them! And I wouldn't buy them for me!"

"Of course I'm not buying my thirty-five years old baby brother Skittles!" He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Anyway, Jeff, Jay, why don't you go get changed and meet us down here?" AJ stepped in, smiling sweetly. So sweetly it was almost scary.

"Okay." Jay put his boyfriend on his feet and started to go back to his room.

"Thank God that you are the oldest, Matt." Mark said.

"Oh, shut up, Calaway. You wouldn't be any better than me." The brunette said and stuck his tongue out and the older man rolled his eyes. "We'll see you later!" He said as they started to go to the bar. "So, how are you?" He asked to the women.

"I'm going back to RAW next week." The smaller one replied.

"And I'm going to give Slater hell." The other one replied, smiling evilly.

"Poor ginger head." Matt muttered and smiled. "What have you been doing this week?" He asked.

"Not much. We basically played videogames." Amy replied. "She's really good." She said, pointing at the brunette female, who blushed a bit.

"Tell me about it. I never got a chance to win her. Never!" Nick huffed and AJ stuck out her tongue to him.

Soon enough Jeff and Jay joined them and Jeff muttered a soft 'I'm sorry, bro.' to Matt's ear and then kissed his cheek, Matt smiled and kissed him back. They couldn't stay mad at each other for more than fifteen minutes. And that was a lot.

Everything was fine and dandy, but it's common knowledge that every good thing finishes sometimes, and that time, it finished when Trish entered the bar and made her way towards their table. Instantly, Matt out his hands on Lita's knee, letting her know that he was there to help her in everything he could.