Chris lay next to Matt, smiling as his eyes drooped. The flights that day had been canceled to due inclement weather so they had decided to lounge around the pool. Too bad things never stayed simple with them, soon Chris was teasing Matt under the water and they made a hasty retreat back to their room, where things had gotten rather rough. Chris brushed some of Matt's hair away from his sticky face; exposing his shoulder and the teeth marks and bruises that dotted the skin. Softly Chris ran his fingers of the marks, kissing each one before he bent his head and took Matt's lips again. He tasted so much better than Swagger had, it was like comparing ambrosia to goats milk; impossible to do.
Even in slumber Matt's lips moved expertly as Chris swirled his tongue around the warm cavern of Matt's mouth. Swaggers clumsy kiss and untried lips paled in comparison to the perfection of the man lying beside him at the moment; everything about Matt outshining Jack. Chris pulled away, kissing Matt's nose as he pouted unconsciously before Chris laid his head down on Matt's chest. The steady thrum of his heart coupled with his soft breathing reminding Chris of their strong, steady love. He yawned and ran his fingers over the inside of his own thigh where Matt's lustful teeth had nipped and his nails had bit; branding Chris as his own.
A smile twitched at Chris's lips, he enjoyed when they were rough with each other; loved the fact that Matt let him do anything he pleased to him. Of course he also loved to see the rough side of Matt, the dominate, possessive side that he was sure not many got to see. What really pulled it together and made it special were the gentle, serene moments afterwards where they would hold each other and press feather light kisses to lips and jaw lines as their bodies drifted back down to earth.
"Matty." Chris whispered softly against his lovers ear, earning him a grunt that sounded like a 'huh'. "Wake up, I want to tell you something."
"Wha?" Matt murmured, his eyes unfocused as he opened them enough to peer down at Chris's head. "Chrissy, I can't go another round. You wore me out." He grinned goofily.
"No. I wanted to tell you something." Chris laughed; snuggling up to Matt. "I love you, assclown."
"Mmmm. I love you too." Matt mumbled, yawning as he massaged the back of Chris's head sleepily. "And don't call me assclown." He pouted.
Chris rolled up onto his side and draped his leg across Matt's waist as he laid his arm across Matt's chest and shifted so that his head was resting on Matt's shoulder.
"M'kay, I'll just call you Mrs. Jericho." Chris grinned, laughing as he thought about Lillian announcing that as Matt walked out to the ring.
"Mmm…that sounds better." Matt breathed before yelping when it sunk in what Chris had said. "Nu uh. If anyone is gonna be the Mrs. It's gonna be you…Mrs. Jericho-Hardy."
"Well, I could get used to that I guess." Chris mumbled as sleep started to wash over him in lazy waves. His eyes started to close as he breathing slowed; a contented smile curving his lips.
"You'd better, Matt Jericho doesn't sound good." Matt settled back down, lazily stroking Chris's hair as his eyes started to droop again. "But if you wanted it, I'd be Mrs. Matt Jericho." He murmured as his eyelids started to descend again.
Just as Matt's eyes were closed his phone rang; his brothers' WWE theme sounding loudly in the hushed quiet. Groggily Matt reached over and grabbed the offending object from the nightstand, flipping it open and closed. He smiled as he pictured the look on Jeff's face at being hung up on. Matt didn't even bother to put the phone back on the stand, he just dropped it on the bed. Moments later it went off again, the beat deafening.
"Ugh." Chris whined as he rolled away from Matt and buried his head in a pillow. "Answer your phone or turn it off assclo--Matty." Chris amended with a yawn.
With an evil smirk, Matt used his foot to push Chris off the bed, snorting at Chris' offended yelp when he hit the floor.
"What Jeff?" He growled as Chris slowly peeked up over the edge of the bed, his blue eyes glinting with mischief.
"Hey Matt! You busy?" Jeff yelled loudly into the phone, laughing and obviously drunk. "We needa someone to come get us, me an Jessie. We're drunk….Ah lossmy wallet and mah keys some-somewhere….else ah woulda calleda cab." Jeff slurred. Jessica was heard clearly in the background, yelling a string of obscenities. "Come get us Matthew, or else we'll walkhome and end updead in bitches—ah mean--ditches or something." Jeff stopped, a loud clatter reverberating through the phone as he dropped it. A minute later he was back, laughing like an idiot into his phone. "Hello? Hellllllllooooooooo? Haaayyyyllloooooooo…."
"Ugh, where are you Jeff?" Matt asked as he held the phone away from his ear and batted at Chris' hands as he tried to push Matt off the bed.
"Jessie babe, where am th'fuckam ah?" He hollered; Jessie hollering something back at him that Matt couldn't make out. "Oh, ah'm at a bar."
"What bar Jeff?" Matt covered the phone and pressed a kiss to Chris' lips before pushing him away mouthing 'stop that' before shoving Chris off the bed again with his feet.
Jeff asked Jessica the name of the bar before dropping his phone again. Jessica picked it up and told Matt the name of the bar, giggling slightly. She informed him that Jeff had passed out and that she'd be out in front of the bar with Jeff tossed over her shoulder. Matt laughed and flipped the phone closed, climbing out of bed and hunting around on the floor for his pants. He yelped when Chris pounced on him sending him sprawling on the floor and biting his shoulder playfully as he ground against him. Matt groaned and rolled them over, slipping into his pants quickly.
"Chris…I have to go. Jeff's drunk, and he lost his wallet and keys. But I bet Jessica has them." Matt moved over to his bag and pulled out the first thing he found, an old white wife beater, slipping it on before jogging to the door.
"Be careful Matty." Chris called as he disappeared out the door.
Matt turned around and dashed back in, pulling Chris close and kissing him roughly; nipping at Chris's lips before pulling away.
"I will." He breathed before heading out the door again.
Matt didn't waste time waiting on the elevator, he jogged down the stairs, taking them two at time. Soon he was heading through the lobby, waving as he passed some of the guys. He was too intent on getting his brother that he didn't notice the stares that the long ragged scratches and bite marks on his arms and exposed parts of his shoulders were garnering.
Jessica was waiting outside the bar with a nearly empty bottle of beer poking out of her back pocket and Jeff held bridal style in her arms. She freed one of her arms and waved Matt over when she seen him get out of his car. She started towards him, meeting the dark haired Hardy in the middle of the parking lot.
"Nice to see you again hun." She laughed; shifting Jeff in her arms.
"I'd kiss your hand, but they're kinda full." Matt laughed, "But the pleasure is all mine." He smiled; offering to take Jeff from her; thinking that Jeff was going to start getting too heavy for her.
"Just open the door for me and I'll toss his ass in the back." She smirked, following Matt back to his rental; whipping her head around when she heard someone yelling at her.
"Hey! Aren't you ODB?" Someone asked, staggering up to them all glassy eyed and smelling of whiskey.
"Sure as hell am." She answered, showing him her middle finger. "And I'm busy, so fuck off." The guy brayed laughter and snapped a picture with his phone before weaving away from the couple singing loudly.
"You get that a lot dontcha?" Matt asked as he watched Jessica plop Jeff into the backseat.
"I guess I'm kinda unforgettable." She smiled and slipped into the back seat next to Jeff, pulling him into her lap, threading her fingers through his colorful hair.
Matt laughed and shut the door, climbing in behind the wheel and taking off in the direction that Jessica told him to go so that he could drop her off first. After averting his eyes while Jessica woke Jeff enough to kiss him goodbye, Matt headed back to the hotel, all the while biting his bottom lip as he pictured sliding into bed next to Chris and nipping at his neck while he let his hands roam. While the drive wasn't too long; just under twenty minutes or so, it was long enough for Jeff to pass back out again.
After finding a parking spot near the door, Matt proceeded to pull Jeff out of the back seat of the car and half-drag, half-carry him into the lobby. The jerky motion must have jarred him back to consciousness because Matt heard him growling.
"What?" Matt asked as he turned to look at his brother.
"That pig JERICHO!" Jeff bellowed, his voice thick with the effects of his drinking.
Jeff had woken up to realize that the arms around him weren't Jessica's, but Matt's and that he was dragging him. He turned his head to say something to Matt and seen the raw, painful looking marks on Matt's shoulder. He knew what they meant and a red haze filled his vision. He stumbled back from Matt and swayed on his feet for moment, struggling to find his balance and trying to figure out which of his brother's two faces to talk to.
"How many times mah gonna haveta kick his fuckin ass 'fore he stops hurting you?!? Where's tha bastard, Imma tear im to itty-bitty fuckin pieces!" Jeff snapped his head around as if he was trying to find Chris in that very room. "Wheres the mucker….futher?!" He slurred, his green eyes flashing with hatred. In his drunken rage he latched on to Christian who had the misfortune to be passing by at that moment.
"Hey, whoah!" Christian threw his hands up in innocence, shooting a panicked look at Matt. "Get your crazy ass brother Matt!"
"I'm sorry Christian." Matt said as he grabbed Jeff in a bear hug that pinned his arms to his sides. "Jeff just had a little too much to drink tonight." Christian shook his head and walked off, leaving Matt tugging his brother over towards the elevator. "Jeff calm down." He hissed. "Or at least wait till I get you back to your room. People are staring."
"I duncare if peoples are staring, that sonnuvabitch Jericho, getting' his jollies by hurtin' MY BROTHER!" Jeff snarled, struggling against Matt's strong arms. "Ah kill 'im, ah fuckin kill 'im. Ah'll make it so he can't ever get his lil micro-cock up again….he's not gonna touch--touch mah brother." Jeff writhed harder, trying to get free; sputtering insults and threats about Chris so loud that every one in the lobby and possibly on the entire first floor heard.
Matt prayed that the doors would open quickly, sending a grateful thank you skyward when they did. Once the doors closed behind them Matt let Jeff go; watching as Jeff drunkenly tried to show Matt what he was going to do to Chris when he got a hold of him. Matt rolled his eyes as Jeff stumbled against the wall. The older Hardy shifted from foot to foot; berating himself not putting on a different shirt to cover the marks. If Jeff wasn't so inebriated, Matt would have tried to explain that he wasn't the only with marks on his body. Instead he quietly let Jeff rant and rave, pulling his brother down to his room when they stepped out of the elevator. Unfortunately for Matt, Jeff's room was on the same floor as his; something that Jeff remembered despite being three or more sheets to the wind.
"Lemme at 'im." Jeff yelled as he scrambled to the door that he thought was Matt and Chris's. He started banging on it, screaming for Jericho to come out and meet and his maker. Instead when the door opened, it was Cody that got Jeff's fist to the face, not Chris.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cody barked as he slammed the door shut, catching the Rainbow Haired Warriors' fingers in it.
"Ow! Sonnuvabitch!" Jeff spat, pulling his hand free and sticking the swelling digits in his mouth and suckling at them.
Another door; just one down, cracked and Chris popped his head out. He had heard the commotion and wanted to see what was going on, thinking that he had heard his name in the muffled din.
"What's going on?" He asked timidly, looking between Matt and Jeff.
Jeff screamed incoherently and flung himself at Chris. Luckily Matt was quicker and got between Jeff and Chris before Jeff could land any blows. Matt backed up, forcing Chris to retreat into the room. Jeff tried to dodge around Matt and grab Chris, but once again Matt grabbed Jeff in a bear hug, this time throwing him to the bed. Matt landed on top and tightened his hold as he hung on for dear life while Jeff snarled and fought to get free. Somehow Jeff managed to get a foot untangled from the bedding and tried to kick Matt where it counts. Instead he caught the knee that Matt had surgery on.
Matt howled and tightened his grip, pressing Jeff harder into the mattress while he hissed at Chris to get into the bathroom or something until he could get Jeff calmed down or until Jeff passed out; which ever came first. To bad in the scuffle the door had been forgotten and was left wide open, allowing the grunts, howls, and groans to filter out into the hallway. Before any of the three knew it, there was a large group of the guys crowded around, cat-calling and wolf whistling in appreciation at the sight before them.
"I knew they were closer than they let on." Paul Wight said in disgust before he walked away.
"Psh. I'm not complaining." Adam whispered to Randy; whom had shown up to beat some sense into Jeff for hitting Cody but stood rooted as he watched Matt completely dominate his brother.
With wide eyes Chris rushed from the room, shutting the door behind him then leaning on it.
"It's not what it looks like." He explained quickly, moving from the door to the wall next to it in case Matt opened the door.
His brows knitted together in confusion when he started to feel as if every single pair of eyes was on him. He then slapped himself in the forehead; his face red as he realized that in the fray he had stepped out of the room without a single stitch of clothing on. Now he had to wait out there in the hall until Matt could do something about Jeff. He hoped that it wouldn't take that long. He heard some snickering and whispered ideas float through the group. With a smug smile he put his hands behind his head and locked eyes with some of the guys as he spoke.
"I don't blame any of you for staring. If I were in your shoes I would be staring too. It's doubtful that any of you have ever witnessed such perfection in your life, or such a well endowed man. Go ahead and ogle if you must." His voice was nonchalant, as he moved one hand from behind his head to inspect his fingernails. The cocky words and unabashed attitude dispersed the crowd, some of them jogging away as they made mock gagging noises.
Inside the room Jeff bucked and writhed for only a few minutes more before wilting under Matt; tears streaming down his face. He panted as he turned his head to the side so that he could pull in some air.
"Ah can't stand him hurtin' ya Matt." He cried, giving up completely and letting Matt win their struggle.
Jeff's head started to ache and his stomach was protesting the liquor that he had guzzled down earlier. Matt waited for a moment before moving off of his brother. Jeff was king of faking people out, and Matt really didn't want to go chasing Jeff down the hallway. They had made enough racket as it was, he didn't need anything added to it. He stood next to the bed, ready to grab Jeff he made any sudden moves. Instead Jeff rolled over onto this back and swiped at his eyes, trying to stop the flood of tears.
"Jeff........Jeffy, Chris isn't hurting me. I promise." Matt said softly.
"I'm not blind." Jeff sniffled, wiping snot on the back of his hand; smearing it over his swollen fingers. "I don't like him Matty. I will never like Chris fuckin' Jericho."
Matt bit his tongue, you can't argue with a drunken man and Jeff was no exception. Instead Matt pulled Jeff to his feet and pushed him into the bathroom, turning on the cold water and sticking Jeff's hand under it.
"Stay right here Jeff. The cold water will help the swelling go down some. I'll be right back." Matt stepped out of the bathroom and headed over to the closed door.
He opened the door and glanced out, stifling a groan when he seen Chris leaning against the wall naked as the day he was born. He stood that way for a moment, taking time to admire Chris's profile. He stifled the erotic thoughts and hissed to get Chris's attention.
"Get in here and get under the covers Chris." He said softly when Chris turned to face him.
Matt moved away from the door, heading over to his ring bag and searching for some spare tape so he could tape Jeff's fingers. Once Chris was safely tucked under the covers with pillows arranged to not make it so obvious that he was there, Matt returned to the bathroom and waited patiently for Jeff to stop heaving. Jeff curled up next to the toilet and fought with his hair; trying to get it out of his face. It was sticky with vomit and dripping with water from it getting in the way and dipping down into the mess in the john.
"God damn it…" Jeff mumbled, making a fist with his injured fingers and bringing it down hard on the seat; successfully cracking the plastic.
"Hold still Jeffro." Matt said as he sat the tape down on the sink before pulling Jeff's hair from his face, ignoring the bile and wet that coated it.
Just as the tips cleared his face, Jeff jerked back up and started to heave again; sounding like a dying walrus stuck on a beach. When Jeff was sure that he was done, Matt had him strip while he started a cool shower. He hoped that the water would sober Jeff enough to where Matt wouldn't have to carry him down to his own room, their struggle earlier having sapped most of his strength. After the water was the right temperature, Matt left the room so that Jeff could get himself situated. Matt dug through his bag and pulled some clean clothes and left them in the bathroom on the sink; taking Jeff's and tossing them into a plastic bag and putting it by the door.
Jeff stood under the shower, letting the cold water run over him while he thought about the despicable Jericho and what he was doing to his brother. The images of Matt's torn shoulders played over and over again in his minds eye. To him he seen his brother trying to get loose and sobbing for Chris to stop but having his pleas land on deaf ears as Chris took what he wanted with abandon. Jeff didn't know how long he had been standing there, condemning Chris to deepest pits of hell. Soon he was shivering; whether from anger or from the cold water, Jeff didn't know but he thought that it more than likely a mixture of both. He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, feeling a little steadier on his feet.
While he was drying off, he noticed that Matt had left him some clothes on the sink along with a roll of tape that he knew he wasn't going to use. He grabbed the pants first and slipped into them, cursing and threatening them when they didn't cooperate with him the first time. Finally though he was able to get his legs in the right holes and after minimal fighting with the shirt he stepped out into the room, forcing himself to ignore the Jericho-sized lump lying next to his brother. He made sure to keep eye contact with Matt, letting him know without words that he knew Chris was there. Jeff might have been drunk, but he wasn't stupid.
"Ya left this." He said as he tossed the tape to Matt. "Ah-ah guess ah better get to mah own room." Jeff said, speaking more clearly than he had been before. "But I'm telling you Matty, ah can't take that fucker Jericho." Jeff raised his voice slightly so that Chris wouldn't have any trouble hearing his last words. "Next time ah see him, ah'm going to ruin him."
Matt felt Chris move and hurried got off the bed to walk Jeff out. There was no need to have the two of them renew their brawl, and he was too tired to jump in again. Once they were out in the hallway Matt spun Jeff around so that they were face to face, when he spoke, Jeff heard his accent thicken; a sure indication that Matt was mad.
"Jeff, ah'm only going to tell ya this once. Ah don't live mah life for you, you're mah brother and ah do love you. But if ya go to lay a hand on Chris, ah'm not going to have any problem belting ya. If ya don't like him fine, ah'm not telling ya that ya have to. All ah'm asking is that ya at least be civil to him where the public is concerned." Matt took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to say was hitting below the belt but hoping it would serve its purpose in the end. "Jeff, one more incident involving Chris or ah and ah'm being shipped off to FCW to train newbies. Ah told Vince ah'd keep mah nose clean but ah can't keep my promise if you're trying to rip Chris's head off every time y'all see one another."
Jeff chewed his lip ring and stared back at Matt, searching his face then glancing back at his shoulders. The marks looked extremely painful, and he swallowed hard when Matt flinched as Jeff's swollen and bruised fingers touched the marks lightly. He drew his hand back and returned his eyes to his brother face, his brows pulling together and quivering tensely as he fought to hold back tears.
"Ah'll try." Jeff spoke quietly and wrapped his arms around his brother in a gentle hug. "Night Matty, and thank you for giving Jessie and ah a ride…..appreciate it."
"No problem." Matt returned the hug, squeezing Jeff a little more tightly before he pulled away. "After all what are big brothers for if ya can't call them to come get your drunk ass." He laughed as Jeff started to walk away. "And thank you Jeff." He added quietly as he hoped that Vince would look over this transgression and that tonight wasn't his last night seeing Chris and Jeff for a while.