A/N: Another songfic, cause Matt muse is pushin them. So here we go and I hope y'all enjoy.
BTW I don't own the lyrics, this is "Broken" by Seether, so props go to them.
Matt watched from across the room as Chris laughed with Adam; his voice lightly floating over and landing in his ear. His lips kicked up into a half smile as Chris turned and locked eyes with him, blushing when Matt winked at him. They had just made their relationship known to the rest of the rosters; Matt wanting Shawn to know that Chris was no longer torn up over him. The look on the older man's face had been priceless when he seen Matt standing backstage at the Super Stars with Chris practically wrapped around him.
Still there were times when he could see the hurt of Shawn's betrayal glimmering deep in the sapphire depths of Chris's eyes. Matt had done everything he could think of to make his blonde lover forget the past, but even he knew that sometimes things ran too deep to be erased completely. Like now, Chris was now standing next to him, but his eyes were tracking Shawn's movements through the room. Shawn was laughing and working his way around the guests as Paul brought up the rear; a hand placed possessively on his lower back.
Matt grabbed Chris's hand and pulled him out onto the patio, breathing deep the crisp fall air as he pulled Chris close. Music filtered out and they swayed slowly, each man watching the other; their eyes doing the talking for them. Shawn sudden voice cut through their intimate moment and Matt felt Chris stiffen. With a stoney face Matt turned and told Shawn that they'd be right in, frowning when he heard Chris sob softly. With a deep sigh Matt held Chris while he cried, wishing that there was a way that he could Chris's pain and bear it for him so that his jewel like eyes never had to shed a tear again.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Chris sulked around backstage. He felt completely and utterly alone. Matt had been injured in a match against John Morrison and was now home rehabbing from it. Everywhere he turned he was reminded of his Matty, and he taken to shadowing Jeff after shows. The rainbow haired young man had taken pity on him and went out of his way to include Chris in everything he did. To many it seemed rather odd, and there were whispers that Chris was two-timing Matt with his own brother.
Apparently a 'Good Samaratin' had decided to call Matt and tell him that, causing a small spat between them that had both of them crying themselves to sleep at night. In the end it was Jeff that had gotten through to his brother and convinced him that nothing had happened, that he was just keeping Chris company while he was getting better. The separation was rough on them both, each man feeling like there was a dead weight sitting in the middle of their chests; choking them and dragging them down.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
Chris was sitting in catering, half listening to Jeff and Phil joke over something that had happened the night before at the hotel. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice when they both quietly got up and left the table. A moment later he was yanked up from his chair and then pressed down onto the table, lips sealing against his as he was held down. He struggled until he recognized the scent that was swirling around him. Breathlessly he pulled back and grinned up at Matt, his fingertips running faintly over Matt's full lips.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Don't get injured again, I don't think I'd be able to take it." Chris threatened with a smile.
"I'll try not too." Matt grinned; kissing the tip of Chris's nose. "Besides I couldn't saddle my brother with you again." He teased.
Chris huffed and tried to cross his arms, but Matt held them down at his sides laughing as Chris pouted at him. Though the time apart had been only a few months it seemed like forever to the two and they hurried back to the hotel, bent on spending the night relearning each others bodies. As they lay in the afterglow of their love making, Matt noticed that the shadow of pain that normally haunted Chris's cerulean eyes was gone, and he sighed happily as he pulled Chris in for a long slow kiss. Their tongues dueled lazily for a few minutes before the flame that always seemed to flicker between them exploded and turned it into a heated meeting of tongues, teeth and lips.
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
That night when they finally lay sated, Chris watched Matt sleep; gently sweeping tendrils of hair away from his face and loving the way Matt turned his face into his hand. It occurred to him then that he had found the on thing that his life had been missing, and prayed that the two of them would always find a way to be together.
"'Cause I'm broken when I'm open. And I don't feel like I am strong enough; 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, And I don't feel right when you're gone away." Chris murmured softly as he stretched out next to his slumbering lover and drifted off, his body wrapped possessively around him.