Big Brother is Watching!

"What do I do now?" Tom was on the phone with his adopted mother. "I can't get this guy out of my head." He had decided not to tell his mom the entire story, especially the part about the guy in question being his brother.

"It's up to you, Andy." She replied, using his given name. "Does he know that you have a thing for him?"

"Yeah Mom, and that's where things get complicated." He replied "I work with him... it's not like I can just go away for a week and hope that this works itself out."

"Well, I'd suggest you talk to him and see what he thinks."

"That's sorta what I was planning, but it's nice to hear someone else's ideas. We're coming up to Toronto in a couple of weeks, maybe we can get together for lunch?"

"Yeah, son, I haven't seen you in a while. Call me when you know for sure."

"Thanks mom." Tom hung up the phone, breathing heavily. She'd only confirmed what he'd already known and done.

Things were a mess outside the ring. At least his career was showing some signs of stability. The whole Legacy angle was working well. Their feud with the HardyS had been going well, though neither Randy, nor Tom, nor Cody and Ted had been able to get either title off the brothers.

"Hey, bro." Jeff had been going out of his way to avoid Tom since his shower-stall revelation several weeks earlier, even going so far as to improvise entire matches when necessary.. "We really need to talk."

"Yes, we do." Tom slipped his phone into his pocket.

Jeff and Tom went into catering for a pre-match snack. They were fighting for Jeff's IC title again that night and once more, Jeff was leaving the ring the champion.

Balancing plates of food on their laps, they found a quiet corridor. Tom's heart was racing. He could hear the blood coursing through his veins, thankfully it hadn't gone to his groin. That would be really bad.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Tom asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Us." Jeff replied "You and me."

"Look, Jeff, I was outta line." Tom said "I've been harboring these feelings for so long that I can't go on pretending I'm something I'm not."

"But we're brothers, man. Even if I wanted to, I could never love you that way." Jeff answered

"I know that, Jeff. That's what making it so damn hard for me. Two months ago, you didn't even know I existed." Tom replied, twirling his fork through a pile of potato salad.

"I wouldn't trade the past two months for anything." Jeff smiled sweetly.

"Neither would I." Tom ate thoughtfully. "But I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm really having a hard time with this." He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly.

"Tommy, look at me." Jeff set his plate down and knelt in front of Tom. "If it weren't for the fact that we are family, I could see something maybe happening. But family is one line I will not cross."

"I wish you hadn't said that first part." Tom attempted to eat another pile of mashed potatoes, but his hand was shaking too badly.

"Tommy, you were honest with me about your feelings, so I'm being honest with you about mine." Jeff took Tom's trembling hand in his own. Just the touch was enough to send a shock straight to Tom's core.

"Honesty aside, Jeffro. What the hell do I do?"

"Is there no one else you can talk to about this?" Jeff asked, concern written on his face. He didn't like seeing Tom like this. They'd had some rough spots in the past, but this was a true relationship-breaker if either Jeff or Tom said the wrong thing.

"Who?" Tom answered sharply. "If you know someone who won't judge me when I tell them that I am having romantic feelings for my brother, I'd like their name and phone number pronto."

"Yeah, dude, I wish there was something I could do." Jeff answered

"Let me win the Intercontinental Title?" Tom suggested, trying to sway the conversation into something a little less angsty.

"You'll have more luck trying to get me into bed with you..." Jeff joked "Oh, fuck, man, that was stupid of me... I'm sorry." Tom's reaction was anything but one of humor. His whole body started to shake. He was having a full panic attack.

"Th-th-th-these are not my th-th-th-thoughts." Tom said through his teeth. "These are not my thoughts."

"Tommy, relax." Jeff recognized a panic attack when he saw one. He'd had a few of them himself over the years. "I didn't mean it."

"These are not my thoughts." Tom repeated, willing his heart to stop pounding. It felt like it was going to explode.

"Breathe Tommy, please!" Jeff urged, panic starting to set in.

Tom's chest was throbbing so badly, it felt more like a heart attack than a panic attack. He forced himself to breathe through his mouth, even though pain coursed through his torso with each deep breath he took

Jeff rubbed the back of Tom's neck, hoping it would help. After several rasping breaths Tom felt the tightness in his chest slowly ease away. He focused on bringing his entire body back under control.

"Whew!" Tom exhaled noisily once more.

"Don't ever do that to me again." Jeff continued to massage him.

"Jeff, that was too fuckin' close, even for me." Tom said, still breathing heavily. "No more jokes, okay?"

"I'm sorry." Jeff was so happy that his brother was okay, tears started to form in his eyes.

"Awwww, Jeffro." Tom softened "It's okay." He grabbed him in a tight hug. "It's not your fault."

"I know." Jeff sobbed quietly. "But it seems like every time you hurt, it's because of something I did."

"Don't even start thinking that. You are no more responsible for my pain than a tea leaf knows the history of the British East India Company." Tom held Jeff's head his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the moisture from his eyes. "If you weren't so damned cute, though." He kissed Jeff softly, on the forehead, then let him go.

"I'll see you in the ring." He gathered his uneaten food and headed back to his locker to change.

Jeff stood, a little confused. Had he just allowed his brother to kiss him? This wasn't just a brotherly peck on the cheek, like the kisses he'd often shared with Matt. There were deeper feelings behind it, but Jeff had, dare he think it, liked it?

"No! You can't think that!" Jeff whispered hoarsely. "You've been after John for months and now you have him... don't fuck it up!"

A little bewildered, Jeff also headed back to change before he laid another beating down on his brother.

"Oh man, does my chest hurt!" Tom winced, holding an ice bag to his sternum.

"I saw." Matt said from where he was getting ready to defend his title against Randy Orton. "Jeff seemed a little off out there."

"A little. I'm gonna have his ass marks on my chest for weeks." Tom lifted the ice bag, and gently touched the tender area.

Jeff had misjudged the distance when he Swantoned onto Tom. Too late, he'd tried to compensate, but had ended up landing ass over teakettle on Tom's chest.

"Maybe he's having man-problems." Matt suggested

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Had Jeff said something to Matt about him?

"I mean, I haven't seen Morrison around much lately." Matt continued

Tom's heart returned to his normal rhythm. For now, his secret was safe.

"Me neither." Tom agreed "Jeff hasn't said anything to me, regardless."

"I'll talk to him." Matt offered

"Talk to me about what?" Jeff stood in the doorway, munching on his favorite snack.

"You seemed a little off out there." Tom said "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, dude, I'm fine."

"Everything's cool?" Matt added

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"I haven't seen John for a while... you haven't had a fight or anything have ya?" Matt replied

"No Matty, everything's fine with me and Johnny." Jeff responded.

"Just askin', bro." Matt sounded hurt. "You know you can talk to me about anythin'."

Tom's heart skipped another beat.

"Yeah, I know." Jeff sighed

"I'll see you later... maybe we can hit a bar or something?" Matt said, grabbing the championship.

"Sure." Jeff threw his wife beater into his locker and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist before removing his pants and shorts, something Tom had never seen Jeff do before. Without even looking at Tom, Jeff headed for the privacy of the shower.

"Fuck." Tom took the ice pack from his chest and placed it over his eyes.

Alone in the shower, Jeff replayed what had happened earlier in the evening in his mind. Point one: Tom had a thing for him. Point two: they were brothers. Point three: incest was bad. So why had Jeff enjoyed the feel of Tom's lips on him? He had Morrison and their relationship sure wasn't lacking in that department, yet there was something different with Tom. Maybe it was that he shouldn't have this type of feelings, but why was he? Jeff spun the dial, immolating himself under the warm spray, hoping that the water would clear everything up for him.

In another part of the arena, Morrison was running over his Extreme Rules match for the following night with his opponent, The ECW champion: Christian.

"And then I hit you with the Killswitch." Christian said

"And that's it." Morrison replied

"Yeah, that's it." Christian said "Unless there is anything else you'd like to add to the match."

"No, it works for me. I just wish I got to hit you with a few more chairs and shit." Morrison said

"You really like these extreme rules matches, dontcha?"

"Enjoy it while you're young." Morrison replied

"Watch it. I'm not that much older than you." Christian answered

"Dude, you're 36. That's two days older than dirt." Morrison joked

"You kids don't know no respect for your elders." He scolded

Morrison laughed. "I hope I can still get around when I'm your age pops. But yes, I love this type of match for me. It's a real high."

Christian smiled. He'd felt the same way in his "younger days" when he and Edge were tearing up arena. "I'll stick to sex, if it's all the same to you. That's about as high as I want to get right now."

"Mmmm... sex." Morrison moaned

"Now that's just creeping me out." Christian replied "Don't you have someone?"

"Mmmm... Jeff." Morrison moaned again.

"Morrison, go!" He pointed at the door. "Get Jeff to take care of you!"

"Mmmm... head."

"Or Al Snow, if that's what you're into." Christian replied "I gotta change."

"You know what I'd really like right now?" Morrison asked "A religious experience."

"A religious experience? Join a monastery." Christian said, pulling off his shirt while rummaging through his bag for his ring gear.

"Not that kind of religious experience. An "oh, God" type of religious experience." Morrison smiled sneakily. "Do you know any hot Christians out there?"

Christian swallowed noisily. Was Morrison suggesting they do it?

"John, I..."

"Get off it, Jay. Everyone knows you and Adam got off with each other back in the day." Morrison replied

"That was different, John. We were young, our hormones were nuts, and most importantly, we were both single." He emphasized the last word.

"So? We still are." Morrison answered

"I am... you're not." Christian responded

"So? What are you afraid of?" Morrison asked

"I dunno. How about Jeff finding out?"

"Jeff... like he's gonna find out." Morrison replied, pushing Christian back onto a couch and landing on top of him.

"John... no!" Christian shouted

"Your mouth says no, but the rest of you is saying take me." John caressed the front of Christian's jeans, making him hard in seconds. Kissing his way down Christian's well-muscled chest, he attacked the front of his jeans with a Batista-like intensity.

"Raise up." Morrison whispered. Against his will, Christian complied, feeling a blast of warm air on his genitals.

"Man, for a old guy, you're sure packin'." Morrison whistled appreciatively.

"It's genetics." Jay gasped, a familiar sensation building inside him.

"You make Jeff seem small." Morrison swallowed, curling his fingers around Christian's length and stroking him gently.

The sensations were so light and gentle, Christian almost lost it right there. It was the total opposite of the way Adam had been. He'd always been rougher, making Jay shoot more out of reflex than actual arousal.

John kissed the tip, already oozing fluid, and swiped his tongue across the narrow slit.

"Forget the A-List, you're gonna be on my O-List!" John took the head into his mouth and licked circles around it.

"Jesus Christ, Morrison, where'd you learn to do that?" Christian bucked his hips, driving his entire length into his mouth.

"Good fuckin' question." The door was kicked open and an angry Jeff Hardy stood there, hands on hips.

"Shit, Jeff, this isn't..." Christian pulled away, attempting to cover up.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me Jay." Jeff barked

"I am outta here." Deciding that discretion was indeed the better part of valour, Jay hastily made his exit, grabbing his luggage in the process and running down the corridor.

"What the hell was that? Am I not enough for you?" Jeff shouted, standing over Morrison. "Who else in this company have you been sucking on when I'm not around?"

"No one, Jeff." Morrison replied

"Like I fuckin' believe that." Jeff grabbed John's shirt, lifting him off the couch, only to push him back down. "Don't I mean anything to you?"

"Jeff, I..."

"Shut up John!" Jeff bellowed "I don't want to hear any more of your lies!" He ran from the room.

"Jeff, wait... I can explain this!" Morrison called after him.

"Don't bother." Jeff responded "We're finished."

Jeff ran away, heading for his own locker room. Morrison just stood in the doorway.

"What the fuck have I done? Jeff! Jeff!" He took off after him.

Jeff ran aimlessly through the backstage, almost running over several people in the process.

"Whoa, kid, what's the rush?" When he hit Mark, he was the first one not to fall down.

"I... saw... Morrison... w-w-w-with... Christian!" Jeff sobbed into the big man's arms.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked

"Yes... they w-w-w-were..."

"That's okay, kid. I don't need to know." Mark answered

"Jeff... where are you Jeff? I just wanna talk."

"Keep him away from me, please?" Jeff begged

"Okay."

Jeff hid behind Mark's almost seven-foot frame.

"Mark, have you seen... oh, there you are Jeff. Can we talk about this please?" Morrison panted

"Jeff doesn't want to talk to you." Mark snarled "I would suggest that you leave before you find yourself exploring several realms of pain."

'This doesn't involve you, Calaway!" John shouted "Now get out of my way!"

"It does now... do you want to talk to him?" Mark asked Jeff, not removing his gaze from Morrison.

"No..." Jeff shook

"Okay." Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed Morrison by the throat. Three seconds later, Morrison was lying in a pile of broken wood and metal that had been a piece of scaffold.

"Thank-you." Jeff hugged the big man.

"You do seem to have a way with relationships." Mark thought, looking at the body of John Morrison.

"Hey Mark, have you seen... oh there he is." Matt had come looking for Jeff when he hadn't returned after saying he was gonna bring Morrison out for drinks. He stared at the scene in front of him, suspiciously looking at Jeff, in Mark's arms of all people, then over at Morrison who was just coming to, then to Mark.

"Matty? Thank God you're here!" Jeff let go of Mark and rushed at his brother.

"Jeffro, what the hell happened?" Matt asked

Jeff cried in his brothers grip, his wails obscuring almost all of his words. The only words Matt could understand were "Morrison" and "caught".

"Huh?" Matt asked, "Jeff, you have to calm down."

Jeff only cried harder.

"Matt. Can we talk?" Mark asked

"Taker, I'm a little busy at the moment." Matt replied "Can it wait?"

"I know what happened, if that makes it easier." Mark said, keeping one eye locked on Morrison, who was rolling around in obvious agony.

"Well, tell me then." Matt demanded

Not wanting to disturb Jeff any more, Mark whispered it in Matt's ear. His eyes narrowed, rage flowing freely through his system.

"I'll kill him." He hissed

"Matt, I took care of it already." Mark answered "Right now, Jeff needs you."

"Thanks. You've always been a good friend to Jeff." Matt relaxed.

"Hey, bros, are we still going out.... tonight?" Tom yelled down the hall. The last word got stuck when he saw the scene... Jeff crying uncontrollably in Matt's arms, Mark looking a little uncomfortable and Morrison on the floor.

"I think we should take Jeff back to the hotel." Matt answered

"Okay." Tom was still trying to process the situation. "Is someone gonna explain this to me or am I gonna hafta guess?"

"Maybe you should just take Jeff back to his hotel." Mark suggested

"Good idea. Morrison, if you want to continue breathing, you'll stay away from Jeff from now on." Matt led a weeping Jeff away with promises of Skittles and Bunny to calm him a little.

"I'll catch up later." Tom answered, still trying to understand. "Do you wanna tell me what's goin' on, or do I have to find out through the gossip at the coffee machine?"

"If I tell you, promise me you won't do anything stupid." Mark replied

"I can't promise you anything, Dead Man." Tom answered "Just tell me, please."

"All I know is that Jeff apparently walked in on Morrison and someone else..."

"Morrison cheated on him!" Tom exclaimed "With who?"

"I dunno." Mark lied. He already felt a little guilty for the pain he'd inflicted on Morrison and did not want to be indirectly responsible for anything that might happen to Christian. If Tom found out on his own, that was his problem. "I've dealt with it."

"I can see that." Tom said "I should probably go see if Jeff's alright."

"I'll clean up this mess." Mark said "Don't worry about your brother... he's in good hands."

"I know he is." Tom answered, already walking away. "But I wish they were mine."

TO BE CONTINUED

Well, it looks like the Shaman of Sexy is nothing more than a two-timing, heartless bastard. Even if Christian is one hot hunk of man!

Is this the end of the road for Jeff and John? What will Tom do? Is he going to act on his feelings for Jeff? Stay tuned!

I promise a surprise in the next chapter awaits everyone (even me!)