Eh. This is called "Jumping in at the deep end". First wrestling fic and oh look. Hardy incest. Don't like? Don't read. It's not explicit or anything, I promise. Scouts honour. Also, I don't own them, this never happened, blah blah blah. Dedicated to my Kittie bebes for being the person who got me into wrestling and for filling me in on much needed details.
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Jeff Hardy was ill. And when Jeff Hardy was ill, no one got away unscathed. Matt finally sat down on the empty couch and relaxed for the first time in hours. There was a weak cough from his brother and Matt twitched anxiously.
"Uh…could you pass the throat sweets?" Jeff croaked. Matt slid the menthol sweets toward his brother and closed his eyes, hearing Jeff unwrap a sweet and pop it into his mouth.
"God damn, it's cold," Jeff said through shivers and a chattering jaw, rubbing his upper arms rapidly with his hands in a vain effort to warm himself up.
Matt leant over and pressed the back of his hand to Jeff's flushed forehead.
"You're burning up," he said, more concerned now than he had been before.
Matt stood and
started towards the couch his younger brother was sitting on but Jeff shook his
head vehemently. "Back off. I don't want you to get ill."
"I don't care," Matt insisted, still getting closer.
"Well I do," Jeff said as masterfully as he could from within
the rainbow scarf he had wound around his neck.
"Look," Matt said forcefully, his arms folded across his chest,
"If I'm gonna get ill, it won't matter if I'm a couple of meters away or
right next to you. 'sides, I heard this thing where once you show the symptoms
you're not infectious anymore."
Jeff laughed weakly and it turned into a harsh cough. This time, he didn't berate
his brother when he sat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. Instead, he
snuggled up to Matt with a contented sigh and closed his eyes.
He didn't try and stop it when a few minutes later, Matt ran gentle fingers
through his hair, and tilted his head upwards, their eyes meeting directly.
And he certainly didn't object when his brother's lips met his softly in a
chaste kiss that tasted of coffee and mint and Matt and anything but innocence.
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Eh. Review? Even just to tell me it sucked. I know it was short. Longer stuff to come.