I haven't written any fanfiction in a really long time but finally found some inspiration from Hardycest. I still read fanfiction from time to time. I hope you like it.

WARNING: I said Hardycest so it's def explicit. If you don't like, don't read.

Chapter One:

Matt had been working for a little over a couple months straight since his brother Jeff's knee injury. He needed something to take his mind off of the fact that he wouldn't be tagging with his younger sibling for a long while.

Sighing he went into the locker room and began undressing. He really needed a shower after his last match.

Turning on the tap, he waited until the water was at the optimal temperature before stepping inside.

It felt really good to soak his tired muscles after the beating they had taken. He sighed then and let his hands trail down his stomach slowly, all the while trying to resist the urge to cup his balls and jack off his steadily growing erection.

Then his mind began to wander as he lathered his hands with soap...

I wonder what my dear brother is doing at this moment...

He then froze on the spot. Why was he thinking of Jeff while in the shower?

He had no clue except it was making him feel uncomfortable. Just then his phone began to ring loudly.

He quickly hopped out of the shower, dried his hands and reached for his phone. "Hello," he firmly spoke. "Matt It's me, Jeff," came a muffle sob.

Immediately he tensed up, fear playing at his very core. He hadn't bothered to check the caller I.D when he picked up but now the very hair on the back of his neck was standing up.

"Jeffy, what's wrong brother?" he spat out, the worry evident in his voice.

"Matt, I screwed up again, I'm so sorry. I got another stupid DUI and It's all my fault. Ever since this stupid knee injury I have been depressed that I couldn't be out in the ring with you, tagging and being where I belong."

Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You did what? but your knee! You can't drive!"

Jeff sighed. "Yeah I know Matty but I got drunk enough to try then crashed into a tree and fucked up my knee even more. I got sent to the hospital, a got fine and can't cross the boarder for 8 months to a year."

Matt's eyes immediately went wide with realization. He wouldn't get to see his brother for longer than they had anticipated back in a wwe ring.

Tears instantly began to form as a thought crossed his mind.

He really missed Jeff a lot, didn't he?...

Very much actually. So much he was aching inside to see him.

Then realization hit him. He had a few days off coming up. Maybe he could ask for an entire week or two off instead so he could go and spend it with his brother. He needed to cheer him up and help him get better so he wouldn't do something like this again.

"Listen Jeffy, please calm down. It's going to be okay. I have a few days off coming up in a couple weeks finally. I'm going to ask for a couple weeks and then come home and spend it all with you. Reby has taken Ruby and Maxell with her to her parents for the summer. Come and stay with me for a bit. I will help you stop feeling so lost."

That's all Matt had needed to say before he heard Jeff's voice become less agitated.

"Thanks Matty. Seeing you is what I do need most, right now."

"Anything for my brother. Now I'm sorry but I have got to go."

He finished listening to Jeff thank him and say goodbye before hanging up his phone to head back to the shower. Then letting out a small curse, he this time let his hands trail down his chest and reach his still aching member to begin jacking himself off.

Oh Jeffy, you shouldn't have done this.

...

Nearly two weeks later...

Matt had been granted a couple weeks off to go tend to his brother. He was super excited, scared and nervous, all at the same time.

He swiftly packed his bags, all the while thinking about the struggle ahead. It was no easy task taking care of his brothers mental state. He had had to do this countless times in the past, comfort his brother and talk him through some very rough times so at least he was prepared for it.

Except he wondered if it would go the same way as before.

They use to take off their shirts, get onto the trampoline they had and wrestle for as long as it took until they were nearly passing out. Then they would collapse onto the trampoline, panting and Jeff would roll over towards him and rest his head onto his bare chest. This always had him sighing happily and placing his arms around his brother.

Matt and Jeff had always had a good relationship. Being raised by kind parents who cared had a positive affect on this. It didn't hurt that they both weren't too bad looking either.

Sighing Matt finished with the last of his packing and went to take a nice soak in his rooms tub before checking out. He had a late flight and several hours left before he had to leave.

Turning on the tap he stripped off his shirt and began to slowly unbutton his pants. He was already pretty hard for some reason so once his body touched the warm water he instantly let out a moan and sighed. He had to touch himself and for a reason that was deemed very wrong to most of the world.

He did it anyway though, laying back in the tub and wrapping his fingers around his now excruciatingly hard erection.

He began pumping vigorously as images of the past with his dear Jeffy laying on top of him, shirtless, began to form in his mind.

Except they were images of what they would look like now doing this. Many years have passed since the last time. They have grown up a lot and Jeff's muscles have gotten a lot more toned...

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, brother Nero!" Matt practically cried out as he came hard and intensely into the water.

I need you right, now too, just as much as you need me...