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Okay, this came about late at night when I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about if Jeff or Matt ever had dreams about their mom and, knowing me, I had to turn it slashy…

Jeff curled closer to Adam, burying his face into the bigger man's shoulder. Adam let his fingers trace Jeff's back, sending shivers up his spine.

"I love you, Adam." Jeff said, yawning.

"Love you, too. Now go to sleep, we're going to wake Matt up." Adam replied with a lazy smile.

The blond Canadian turned his head so that he could inhale the scent of Jeff's strawberry shampoo. Jeff giggled, squeezing Adam's waist with his arms. They both began to drift to sleep when the door opened.

"Jeff?" Matt whispered from the doorway. Upon seeing Adam he quickly changed his mind. "Umm, I'll tell you tomorrow."

Jeff had perked up, looking toward his dejected brother and the slowly closing door. "Matty? What is it?"

"No, I'll tell you about it tomorrow." Matt repeated, glancing back for a second. Jeff noticed the tear marks on his older brother's cheeks.

"No, tell me now. I won't ever get to sleep if I know that you're not feeling great." The young Hardy replied, grabbing his boxers from the floor. He used the sheets as a cover to quickly pull them on. He handed Adam his shorts, also.

"No, you got Adam over. It ain't that important."

"If you're crying, it's important."

"I'm not crying!" Matt defended.

"Well, you were. I can see it on your face." Jeff pointed out.

Matt absently wiped at his cheeks. Adam leaned over Jeff from his side of the double bed. "Matt, we care about you. What's wrong?" Adam said, cocking his head.

"Come here." Jeff patted the side of the bed. Matt sighed, giving in. He sat on the floor, leaning heavily against the side of Jeff's bed.

"It was just a dream, no big deal." Matt whispered, looking at the floor.

"About?"

"Momma." Matt replied softly. "Geeze, I feel like a baby, complaining about bad dreams."

"Matt…" Jeff placed a large hand on his brother's shoulder. When they were younger and one of them dreamed about Momma, they would wake up crying. Then, they would share a bed for the night. It always comforted the boys.

Adam, too, leaned around Matt and patted his shoulder. Jeff had filled him in on the past occurrences, only because he had dreamed about his mom and clung to Adam like a leech that night. It wasn't very comfortable.

"Matt? Why don't you sleep in here for the night? It'll make you feel better." Adam said, glancing at Jeff. The younger Hardy nodded enthusiastically.

"I don't know." Matt replied, looking between them. "I can't do that to you guys."

"We want you here, how about that?" Jeff smiled, pulling Matt up.

Matt felt slightly defeated, and he did want comfort. He just didn't want to intrude on his brother and his lover.

"Alright."

"Jump up on the other side of Adam." Jeff said. "He's strong and solid when you need something to hug." He added, grinning at his boyfriend.

Adam let out a quiet laugh, helping Matt into the bed. "Adam sandwich!" He exclaimed as both Hardys lay at his sides.

Jeff giggled, wrapping his arms around Adam, who put an arm around each Hardy's neck.

Matt smiled, letting Adam pull him close. He had to admit, being held felt good tonight.

Adam gently kissed Jeff's forehead, before turning and doing the same to Matt. The elder Hardy's eyes went wide, and slowly closed. The blond was so sweet.

Both Hardys snuggled closer to Adam, reveling in his warmth and love. Soon, they were all asleep in dreams of each other.

Fin