It's A Nice Day For...
"I can't believe you did that!" Matt shook his head
"I can't either." Tom answered, reaching for the wine bottle on the table. To his disgust, it was empty. "But sometimes, a guy's gotta grow a set."
"Mmm... I think it was very brave." Jeff rubbed Tom's back.
"I hope you still think that once the money runs out." Tom replied
"I'm not worried." Jeff winked at Matt, who smiled.
"That's cool. I can worry enough for the two of us." Tom signalled for the waitress to bring another bottle.
"No, I'm serious. I'm hoping to go back to work on Friday. I make my big return to Smackdown." Jeff ignored the incredulous look he got from Tom. "I can't wait." He rubbed his palms together
"I hope Teddy Long is a little more tolerant than Tiffany was." Tom said
"I've already talked to him. Nothing is gonna be said on-air about the two of us." Jeff responded "They've got me working a program with Rey."
"On the road to reclaiming your Intercontinental title, I see." Tom raised his recently-filled glass to his mouth.
"Yeah... Jericho's got it now." Jeff didn't seem happy about that, but it was a head office decision. That title has been vacant more times than a room at the Bates motel.
"Don't worry. I'm sure that both you and Matt will get your titles back soon."
"I just wanna get back in the ring." Matt added "Titles be damned for now."
"Amen to that." Tom agreed, raising his glass. "When do you leave?"
"I got two days to get this hot bod ready for public viewing." Jeff puffed his chest out.
"You haven't set foot in a gym in months, little bro." Matt laughed "I don't think two days will help."
"Oh, I dunno." Tom looked him up and down. "I'm sure I could whip him into shape. Hell, it's not like I got anything better to do."
"True, bro." Jeff snuggled against Tom's arm. "But at least we'll be able to spend more time together."
"Uh, yeah, sure. If you don't mind people trying to kill us, or paparazzi trying to take photos of us at all hours, not being able to go out in public without being harassed, or stuff like that." Tom answered "I'm kidding." He added, when Jeff turned on his forlorn lost puppy face.
"Anyway, here's dessert." Matt changed the topic of conversation when three huge pieces of triple-chocolate cake with fudge icing and chocolate cheesecake ice cream were brought to their table.
"Mmmm..." Jeff dove in.
"Jeff, you'll need two weeks to burn that off." Tom scolded. Just thinking about how rich it was made his jeans feel tight in the waist.
"So? There'll just be more of me to love." Jeff responded "Now eat."
"Yes, dear." Tom sighed, taking a big bite out of the sweet treat.
Jeff looked at Tom, trying hard not to give the surprise away. Tom chewed twice, then his expression changed. He chewed again, and then pulled out a small foil packet.
"What the heck is this?" He asked "I haven't gotten money in a piece of cake since I was ten."
"I dunno." Jeff answered "Why don't you open it?"
Tom tore open the foil package and his eyes lit up. "Oh Jeffro, you shouldn't have!"
"You proposed to me; I just wanted to make it official."
Tom held up a twisted gold ring, complete with two large stones in the middle. They didn't look like diamonds, but Tom was no expert in gemology.
"They're our Zodiac birthstones." Jeff explained, "The bigger of the two is a diamond for aries and the smaller is a sapphire for Virgo. I bought myself the same only the size of the stones is reversed on mine."
"Wow, Jeff, I dunno what to say." Tom wiped a tear from his eye.
"You don't have to say anything. You said enough when you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me." Jeff put his ring on his finger and admired it. Tom tried his ring on and was shocked when it fit perfectly.
"I measured your finger one night while you were asleep." Matt explained
"I hope that's all you measured." Tom responded, eliciting a little giggle out of Jeff.
"I guess this means you really are serious about being with me."
"I love you, Tommy. I always will." Jeff curled against Tom's arm again.
"Jeff, I think we're grossing out Matt." Tom pushed Jeff aside so he could resume his dessert, hopefully without any more surprises.
Matt laughed, reaching for the bottle. "You're not, don't worry."
"And even if we were, Matty would just ask to join in, right dude?"
Matt blushed.
Two hours, and three more bottles of wine, later.
"I think we've overstayed our welcome." Matt looked at his watch and yawned.
"More like we've overstayed my credit limit." Tom reached for his wallet, but Jeff slapped his hand.
"No! Bad Tommy!" He scolded him.
"What?"
"You will not be paying for dinner tonight." Jeff answered sharply.
"But this was my idea." Tom whimpered
"Paying for it is my idea." Jeff answered "No, don't even think about reaching for your wallet again, or I will spank you right here." He tried to look stern, but Matt's half-smile and Tom's sheepish grin made him break into a fit of laughter.
"I think he's serious." Matt answered
"I hope he is." Tom replied, slyly winking at Jeff.
Without any more 'incidents', they returned to the hotel.
"Don't get into too much trouble, okay." Matt pleaded
"We'll try not to. Are you sure you don't wanna come up for a nightcap?" Tom offered
"Nah, you two need some time." Matt said "I'll meet you for breakfast." With those words, he turned in.
Jeff and Tom were all over each other the second the door was closed.
"I hope no one decides to smoke us out again." Tom looked at the window nervously.
"I doubt they'd be able to find us." Jeff answered "I changed your booking."
"Huh? How'd you do that?"
"Never mind. Just make sure that if you sign for anything, you use your given name." Jeff led Tom over to the large bed.
"I still don't get it."
"Dude, Andrew Baker... you remember him?" Jeff gave him an expression of impatience combined with one of lust, and pushed him onto the bed, pouncing a second later.
"Aren't we supposed to wait until after we get married to do this?" Tom asked
"Fuck, no." Jeff paused from unbuttoning Tom's shirt. "After we're married, we'll just be doing this a lot more."
"True." Tom's thoughts wandered when Jeff licked down the middle of his chest. "Are you gonna take my last name or am I gonna take yours? It might get people off our backs if you become Jeff Baker."
"I like Tom Hardy better." Jeff looked up, his eyes clearly wondering why Tom would worry about something like this right now.
"We'll talk later." Tom reclaimed Jeff's mouth with his own. He knew what Jeff wanted, and it wasn't a discussion about surnames.
Their tongues danced magically around each other's mouths. For all their differences, Tom and Jeff were a perfect fit, physically. Throw Matt into the mix, and things had the tendency to get too hot for even Springer.
"Mmmmmmmm." Jeff sighed, licking Tom's upper lip softly. Tom giggled. This was one of his sensitive spots.
Tom's fingers teased their way under Jeff's shirt, rubbing his back, tickling his ribs, toying with his nipples. Jeff arched his back when Tom squeezed them both.
"Too much?" Tom asked
"A little." Jeff hissed.
"Okay. Let me make it better." The shirt was quickly removed and Tom began licking Jeff's nipples, making them erect, first the right then the left. Jeff's hiss of pain soon softened into a mewl of pleasure.
"Tommy, you're wonderful." Jeff sighed, once again arching up but this time in pleasure.
"I learned from the best." Tom continued teasing Jeff's torso, licking each of the semi-well defined muscles of his six pack.
Saving the best for last, Tom swirled his tongue around Jeff's belly button, flicking his tongue against the barbell piercing and gently tugginh on it. Jeff groaned again, confusing Tom. Nipple pinching, no, barbell tugging, yes? He mentally filed this away in his "Things-to-ask-Jeff-about-later" file.
His fingers slipped inside the waistband of his jeans and to his delight, he found Jeff only wearing a midnight blue thong. Tom wondered if this was one of the edible garments Jeff said he'd bought for that special occasion. Tom also was curious as to what Jeff would do on a not-so-special occasion? Hit him in the head with a baseball bat???
Tugging the snap of Jeff's jeans, open Tom was rewarded with the sight of Jeff's manhood, pressing tightly against his underwear, which were not, to Tom's disappointment, of the consumable variety. "Oh, well, maybe next time." He thought
"What's that, lover?" Jeff moaned, half-opening his eyes.
"Nothing." Tom continued to swirl his tongue in and around Jeff's navel, while pulling down his constricting clothing. "Just lay back and enjoy."
"Ohhhh, I will." Jeff gasped when Tom's tongue found that special place just behind his balls. "But you gotta take let me take care of you too, dude. You can't hog all the fun!"
"Shhh... let's talk, more orgasm!" Tom growled, lifting Jeff's legs and probing his pucker with his tongue.
Jeff clenched, it felt so good.
"Tommy..." Jeff's thoughts started to slide into one incomprensible mess. "Oh my God... I love you... that feels so fuckin' good!" His thighs started to quiver and he tightened them around Tom's head. The pressure was always mildly uncomfortable for Tom, but the reaction he got from Jeff far outweighed any discomfort he felt.
"What did I tell you about talking?" Tom tried to sound domineering, but he could never take that role with Jeff. Now Matt, that was another story.
"Sorry." Jeff purred softly.
"Once you've nutted, then we can talk." Tom replied, continuing his stimulation of Jeff's hole. When he felt that Jeff had enough of that, he worked his magic on Jeff's balls and shaft, bringing more groans, purrs, and even a definitely meow out of him. Tom's brow furrowed.
"Meow?" He asked, raising his head. "Did you just meow?"
"Uh... no?" Jeff stuttered
"Oh." Tom answered "Are you sure? I coulda sworn I heard a meow. You know my feelings on beastiality."
"Tommy, don't you trust me?" Jeff whispered
"I trust you... I know I've compared you to a cat before, but I hope you're not showing another side of your personality. You know how long it took for me to get used to Itchweeed." Tom shrugged, then went back down on Jeff.
"Tommy... please... inside me." Jeff whined
"Fuck, you're demanding. Next thing you'll want me to shoot my wad inside you." Tom rolled his eyes.
"Please." Jeff repeated
Tom continued to work Jeff's erection with his mouth while he prepared himself.
"You ready?" He asked
"Dude..." Jeff panted
"Okay." Tom stood, naked and hard, and slung Jeff's legs over his shoulder. "Ready for re-entry..." Tom plunged inside him, and Jeff squealed loudly.
Feeling Tom inside him was awesome. Even more so since it was the man who would soon be his husband. He'd fucked alot, especially recently, and these by far were the most erotic experiences of his young life.
"Cum with me." Tom gasped, thrusting his hips deep, matching them with his hand on Jeff's cock. "Please." Now it was Tom's turn to beg.
"Yeah, baby, just tell me when." Jeff gasped, bearing down hard. Tom's eyes bulged from the tightness and he started to shoot.
"Now." He gasped, quickening his stroking.
Jeff's chest heaved.
"Tommmmeeeeeee." He shouted, blowing his load.
"Jeffro!" Tom echoed his cry of passion, filling Jeff's ass with his seed.
They continued to a few more strokes until they were both spent. Tom grabbed a towel from the bathroom for Jeff to clean up, then crawled onto the bed beside him.
"And Evan claims I'm a terrible lay." Tom curled up with his arms around Jeff, holding him tight.
"Tommy, of all the words to describe how you are, terrible isn't one of them. Awesome, incredible, intense..." Jeff closed his eyes. "Sleep now?"
"Sure, sweetheart." Tom pulled the blankets from under him and tucked Jeff in. He placed Bunny in his arms and kissed the tip of both his and Bunny's noses. "Goodnight."
"G'night." By the time Tom found Lizard and climbed into the bed, Jeff was already asleep.
"I love you, Jeffro." Tom sighed and, with Lizard held tightly, also was sound asleep in minutes.
They both woke up around seven the next morning, their plans were to meet Matt at eight for breakfast before flying to Connecticut for a meeting with Vince, who was going to let them know when, or if, Jeff would be returning to the WWE.
Jeff awoke second. When he rolled over, he saw Tom staring at the ceiling, his hand in front of face. He was going to ask what he was looking at, but when he saw the way Tom was turning his hand, he knew it was the ring he was admiring.
"Morning Jeffro." Tom reached around and held Jeff with his other arm in an early-morning cuddle. " I still can't believe you did this." He held his ring in front of his face. Jeff placed his hand on Tom's and they stared at their rings.
"Tommy, you've been my rock since we met and hopefully these rocks show how much I appreciate it." Jeff snuggled tighter into Tom.
"And diamonds are forever." Tom said, then suddenly furrowed his brow. "Buy why are diamond's a girl's best friend, but a dog is a man's best friend?"
"I dunno. Ask Matt."
"I will. You want the shower first?" Tom threw the covers back.
"Why don't we share?" Jeff smiled
"I like that idea." Tom grinned wider. He picked up Jeff and carried him into the shower. Bunny and Lizard watched them go, hoping that they'd have the decency to close the door this time.
Breakfast was relatively dull. They ate at IHOP, pigged out on pancakes, Matt refused to allow Tom to pay, and Jeff slapped his hand again. The topics of work (or lack of it) was not brought up, except for confirmation of when Vince was expecting them.
"We have two options... we can fly or we can drive up there." Matt said "If we fly, we'll need to get a room tonight. If we drive, we can do it in shifts..."
"Road trip! Road trip!" Jeff danced around.
"I guess that answers that question." Matt and Tom looked at each other knowing that there was no way they'd get Jeff on a plane.
Thirty-seven hours, and four IHOP's later, the Hardy's pulled up to Titan tower.
"I'll wait here, if you don't mind." Tom lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, while Matt and Jeff made themselves presentable. Not having a shower handy, it was a downhill battle for Jeff.
"Dude, you're coming with." Jeff grabbed Tom by the arm, causing his cigarette to go flying in one direction and Tom to end up on his ass in the other.
"Ow!" Tom complained "Was that really necessary?"
"Dude, this way." Tom was half-dragged, half-pulled toward the main entrance of Titan Tower.
"I've been here before." Tom wrenched his arm free from Jeff's iron grip. For such a small guy, Jeff had incredible grip strength. Tom filed this away as well for future use.
Top floor, outside Vince's office...
"Mr. McMahon will see you now."
"I'll wait here." Tom repeated
"The fuck you will." Jeff grabbed him by the arm hard enough to almost dislocate it and dragged him into Vince's office. Mr. McMahon was in his usual position, behind the desk, poring over several sheets of paper, possibly the final report from Dr. Fitzpatrick.
"Matthew, Jeffery, take seats... Thomas, I'm surprised to see you here."
"That makes two of us, sir." Tom remained standing. "Can I wait outside... this really doesn't concern me."
"Stay!" Jeff ordered
Tom sighed. "We ain't even hitched yet, and already I'm pussy-whipped."
Vince looked up, shaking his head. "Anyway, Jeffrey, I have received the final report from the psychiatrist and he says that in his opinion you are not likely to attempt suicide again. He feels that you are not a danger to yourself or others. So, effective this Friday's Smackdown, you are back on the roster."
"Hurray!" Jeff shouted, punching the air with his fists.
"Am I to assume that you will also be returning to RAW, Matthew?" Vince asked
"Yes, sir." Matt answered
"That's what I wanted to hear. " Vince took off his glasses and set them on top of Jeff's file. "Now, as for the third Hardy, we have to talk."
"Actually Mr. McMahon, we don't." Tom responded "I enjoyed being here, but I will not work for a company as intolerant as this one. I was given free reign for my promo, and I stand behind every word of it. If Tiffany wants to press charges, that's fine with me. I will deal with this as the law requires, but I am not going to lie to our fans..."
"Hold one one second." Vince held up his hand, interrupting Tom's explanation. "What Tiffany did was wrong, but she was only doing what she thought was best for the company. What if there had been an outcry over your announcement... do you realize what damage that might do to our ability to travel to certain parts of the world?"
"I was taught to be true to yourself first, and everybody else can go to hell if they don't like it." Tom justified his actions. His adoptive parents had drilled than into his skull almost since the day he learned to talk.
"Noble, but not good business..."
"Fuck business, Mr. McMahon. We're talking about people here."
"...which is why I have a proposition for you. You may be surprised to know that I actually agree with you. It took a lot of guts to open yourself up like that, and what's even more incredible is that most of our fans believed this was not a part of the show."
"So what's this proposition, Vince?" Tom queried
"How would you like to be new General Manager of ECW?" Vince folded his hands on his desk.
"Come again?" Tom repeated
"Effective immediately, Tiffany has been relieved of here duties as it pertains to ECW. I have not yet decided what to do about her possible involvement in the fire in your hotel, but if she had something to do with it, I will let the police deal with her on their own terms."
"Evan?" Tom asked
"He is still under contract to WWE, but that doesn't mean he can't be traded."
Matt and Jeff were agog. Tom's career had taken a u-turn. Going from being out of work one second to being offered the position of GM the next. It was a big jump.
"The offer sounds tempting, but I don't know. Will the guys, especially the vets, accept me as their boss? I mean, look at Dreamer... he's finally gotten his push, but he'll be working for a guy with less than a year's service." Tom answered
"Think it over, Mr. Hardy. It's a legit offer. What better way to preach tolerance than to give one of the most, I hate to use the word but, controversial superstars a means to do this. I don't expect you to get preachy, but the possibilities are endless." Vince smiled "And you have carte-blanche to get back at Evan, if that'll make your decision any easier."
"I'll need to think about it." Tom said. Matt and Jeff both turned their heads, their facial expressions saying that they would jump if such an opportunity presented itself to either of them.
"Let me know by Monday." Vince requested
"Sure."
"Okay. Jeff, you're due in Hartford for Friday. Matt, you're in Shreveport on Monday, and Tom, if you say yes, your first show will be in Toronto on Tuesday."
"Toronto, eh?" Tom thought about calling his mom. Maybe she could give him some good advice.
"Have a nice day gentlemen. Thomas, I await your decision." Mr. McMahon indicated that the meeting was over.
In the corridor, Jeff could barely contain his excitement. Matt was also happy that it was no longer required that he watch over Jeff every minute of the day. Tom, on the other hand, was torn. Being in a position of power sounded good, but he'd been looking forward to being able to be closer to Jeff; something he couldn't do if they were on separate brands.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout, bro?" Jeff linked arms with Tom inside the elevator.
"Eh, nothing major. Just weighin' my options." He replied
"I figured you'd jump at the new job." Matt leaned against the elevator wall.
"Why should I jump at anything?" Tom demanded "Don't either of you get it?"
"Get what?" Matt asked
"Let me explain it to you both. I wanted out. Why do you think I went through all this crap in the first place?"
"But you were livin' your dream, man." Matt answered
"Not any more, Matt. My dream is to settle down with the man I love. How can I do that when we're always gonna be apart?" Tom looked down at Jeff, whose eyes shone when he fully realized what Tom meant.
"You gave up everything for me?" Jeff's eyes started to water.
"Yes I did." Tom stared at the ceiling. "But now they're pulling me back."