Epilogue
Jeff sat on the couch and sighed, flipping through channel after channel. Why he even bothered having a 500-channel satellite, he didn't know. He was barely home enough to watch it and when he was, there was never anything on. Flipping off the TV, he tossed the remote aside and absently pet Liger on the head.
"I know it's boring." He told his boxer. "Chris should be here soon."
He looked at his watch for the hundredth time. While he was at home, Chris still had to stay and perform at the shows. After the shows, Chris left for his own home in Canada, finally seeing it for who knows how long. Chris was to fly into North Carolina tonight, but airport schedules were never reliable and as a result he was late.
"Don't worry. I'll take you over to play with Eddie, tonight." Jeff promised his dog, then sat up, hearing a knock on the door. Jumping off the couch, he rushed over, flung it open and threw is arms around Chris. "Finally!"
"Sorry." Chris said, dropping his bags to embrace him back. "You know how flights are."
"At least you made it." Jeff released him and grabbed a bag, bringing it in. "It's almost time to go."
"Where's everyone else." Chris asked, looking around.
Jeff looked at his watch again. "Shane and Shannon are picking up pizza and will meet us there. I talked to Jay about fifteen minutes ago and he should be here any minute. Everyone else is following behind him."
"Cool. We got a few extra minutes alone." Chris removed his jacket and took Jeff's hand, leading him over to the couch. "I wish you could have come with me."
"I know." Jeff sat on the arm of the couch. "I wanted to and would have, but..."
"...I'm not complaining." Chris cupped Jeff face. "I know how important your family is and I want you to be able to take care of the things you need to take care of. I'm just saying I missed you, that's all."
"I missed you too." Jeff smiled and grasp Chris's wrists, pulling him down for a proper hello kiss. "I'm defiantly coming home with you next time."
"Well, that's something I wanted to talk to you about." Chris said, hesitantly. "While I was home, me and the guys got together and hooked up some Fozzy performances in the East Coast. Some of the New York and New Jersey concerts are going to have the big time label executives there. It'll last all fall, like a real music tour. Next week will be my last time home and after that, I have no idea when I'll be home again."
Jeff furrowed his brow. An opportunity like that could be Chris's big break and if that's what Chris wanted, he wanted it for him. But still…
Jeff forced himself to smile. "Wow, sounds great. After that, I guess the next time I'll see you will be on MTV." He joked, trying to keep the disappointment out of his tone, but failing miserably.
Chris smiled, easily seeing past Jeff's act. "Actually, I was hoping it'd be before that. Like, maybe you going with me."
Jeff raised his eyebrows. "That'd be cool and all, but... It seems like I'd only be in the way. I'm sure you guys will have a lot of work to do and they'd probably get tired of me hanging around. Besides, have you forgot about wrestling?"
"Of course not." Chris assured. "Even if we do get a big time deal, Wrestling will always be more important. The concerts are worked around the schedule and the guys are cool with the idea of you coming. They think you're hilarious and said it'd be fun to have you around. The only real work to the whole thing is the extra traveling I'd have to do, going back and forth between the arenas and the East Coast. Especially coming from the West Coast arenas."
Jeff thought to himself. Going with Chris would mean this might be his last time at home for a while too. His Dad had Matt to look after him and Matt, of course had Rob. "I'd have to talk to my Dad first, when we have dinner with him tomorrow, and see if he'd be cool with having Liger the whole time. I'm sure he would, he likes the extra company."
"So, is that a yes?" Chris asked hopefully.
Jeff smiled up at him. "How could I pass up the chance to tour with the Ayatollah of Rock n Rolla?"
Chris smiled and tackled Jeff off the arm of the couch and onto cushions. "That's what I was hoping you'd say. My own personal groupie."
Jeff laughed beneath him. "As your personal groupie, will you take me to the finest hotel rooms and let me trash the hell out of them?"
"As my personal groupie, you can do whatever the hell you want." Chris answered.
"Good, because you know what I want." Jeff pulled Chris's head down, finally giving him the proper hello kiss.
Chris more than reciprocated, laying all his weight over Jeff's body and shifting, so Jeff could wrap his legs around him. Then someone started knocking on the door and both men groaned.
"It never fails." Chris muttered.
Jeff chuckled, quickly giving Chris one more kiss. "You know I'll make it up to you."
Rob stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying off, relieved and refreshed. There was just something about sitting on an airplane for hours and hours that made him want to jump into a shower the first chance he got. And that's exactly what he did, as soon as him and Matt got back to Matt's house and unpacked.
Rob tossed the towel across the counter then, remembering himself, picked it back up and hung it neatly over the shower curtain rod. Matt was quite a neat freak, everything having it's own perfect spot and place. Not that it was a bad thing. Matt's habits were slowly rubbing off on him, however old habits are hard to break and every once in a while, he might forget to put something away or put it in the wrong spot. Matt never complained though. Instead he'd nonchalantly fix whatever was out of place. That had to be love, considering if Jeff did the same thing, Matt went ballistic. At least according to Jeff.
Smiling to himself, Rob pulled on his boxers and left the bathroom for the bedroom. He stopped at the door and leaned against the frame, watching curiously as Matt examined himself in front of the full-length bedroom mirror.
Matt slowly turned around for the third time. All he wore was boxers and they were hanging a little too loose for his liking. Not to mention his sagging skin.
Shaking his head, he sighed. "I really do look like I've been sick with something don't I?" He asked Eddie.
Eddie was lying on the bed and turned his head sideways, as though examining Matt for himself.
"Don't answer." Matt muttered, tired of looking at himself.
"If you want my opinion, you look damn good." Rob commented.
Matt spun around, not noticing Rob, and quickly grabbed his robe off the bed, putting it on.
Rob raised his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're suddenly modest?"
Matt smiled, tying the robe together. "You should know better."
Rob just chuckled, while glacing at the clock. "Hey, you wanna run down to the convenient store with me? Get a drink or something?"
"Why, there's stuff in the fridge." Matt sat on the bed, beside Eddie, grabbed his cigarettes and lit one up.
Rob thought for a second. "I noticed you only got one pack of cigarettes left, don't you wanna get some more?"
Matt gave him a funny look. "You trying to get me out of the house or something? Besides, this is going to be my last pack. I'm quitting."
"Really?" Rob smiled. "That's cool."
Matt shrugged. "If I'm gonna get back in the ring, health problems are the last thing I need to worry about. That is, if I ever get back in shape."
Rob regarded him a moment. "Do you honestly think, there's something wrong with the way you look?"
Matt turned to scratch Eddie behind the ears, hiding his blush. He hated feeling self-conscious and felt ridiculous that of all people, he'd feel that way around Rob, but couldn't help it. Most of all, he hated that he even cared, when in the past, he never gave a second thought to his appearance. If people didn't like what they saw, they didn't have to look.
Rob went over, pulled Matt to his feet and took him back to the mirror. Standing behind him, he undid Matt's robe and pulled it open. "Look at you."
Matt took a drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke out at his image. "Already seen it."
"Man, if this is the definition of being out of shape..." Rob shook his head in amazement. Matt's muscles may never have been ripped, but they'd always been well cut and defined, with a six pack anyone would have envied. But now the cut definition was almost gone, leaving behind a smooth softly toned body. A look that complimented him beautifully. "I can't believe you'd think you're anything but beautiful."
"Don't say things because you feel obligated to." Matt left the mirror. "I'm fine with it and I'll get back into the shape I used to be, simple as that." Putting out his cigarette, he gestured to Eddie. "Come on, wanna go outside?"
Eddie jumped off the bed and followed him out the room.
Rob followed as well. "I'm not saying it because I feel obligated. I'm saying it because I mean it."
"You're saying it because you're with me." Matt replied, heading down the stairs and through the kitchen. He opened the back door to let Eddie out and stood waiting with it open. "Hell, I could be out there wrestling around in the mud with a hog and you'd say I looked good."
Rob chuckled, coming up beside him. "Dude, I can defiantly dig watching you mud wrestle."
"With a hog?"
Rob laughed. "Well... Maybe not with a hog, but I'd wrestle you."
Matt shook his head, but had smiled. "There's something wrong with you."
Rob just shrugged. "Think what you want. Just get it through your thick head, you're hot as hell." He gave Matt's backside a slap for good measure, then his cell phone, charging on the kitchen counter, started to ring.
Quickly, he went to answer it. "Hello? Uh, not exactly, I'm still working on it." He glanced at Matt, who was looking at him curiously, and quickly brought the phone to his chest. "Old wrestling buddy." He explained.
Matt just smiled. Rob still kept in contact with his old wrestling co-workers from ECW, the ones who had yet to make it to the WWF. Matt stepped out on the deck and watched as Eddie waded through the mud, unsuccessfully trying to find a spot he liked. It had rained earlier and, due to the tree and roots being removed, his once nicely manicured lawn was now a giant swamp of mud. But he wasn't complaining. It was a small price to pay for piece of mind. Everything would eventually grow back with a fresh new start.
A few minutes later, Rob stepped outside to join him. "So what do ya say?"
"About what?"
"Mud wrestling."
Matt gave a dry snort. "I definitely have the set up for it."
Rob looked down at himself. "Perfect. We're already dressed for it."
"Dressed for what?" Matt asked. "We're in boxers"
"Mud wrestling." Rob repeated. "Try to keep up."
Matt raised an eyebrow "You're not serious."
"Dude, I'm totally serious." Rob grabbed Matt's arm and pulled him to the steps.
Matt stopped, pulling away. "You can't be serious. It's been raining."
"And that's how we get mud." Rob patiently explained.
Matt cocked his head to the side. "Don't be a smart-ass. Come on." He turned to go back inside, but Rob grabbed his arm again, jerking him back over.
Next thing Matt knew, he was being hoisted over Rob's shoulders in a 'fireman's carry'. "What the hell are you doing?"
Without answering, Rob quickly stepped off the deck. Matt managed to kick his way out of the carry and, instead of landing on firm solid ground, his feet slipped in the mud and went up in the air. The rest of him landed flat on his back with a big splatter, mud flying up all around him. Matt sat up, gasping in astonishment.
Rob covered his stomach, laughing. "I told you you'd look good in mud!"
Matt looked up, his dark eyes blazing. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"Oh, come on Midnight." Rob tried to calm his laughter. "You always got to be such a pretty-boy?"
Sputtering with anger, Matt grabbed a fistful of mud and hurled it at Rob as hard as he could.
The mud ball connected, hitting Rob square in the face and, caught off guard, he went flying onto his back. Rob sat up, spitting out mud and trying, unsuccessfully, to wipe it out of his face. However his muddy hands only added more.
He made such a sight that Matt finally burst out laughing. "That's what you get VanDammit!"
"Paybacks are a bitch baby." Rob said, right before lunging at Matt.
Matt saw it coming, quickly rolled out of the way, and Rob ended up belly flopping on the mud. Matt laughed harder and jumped to his feet, discarding the robe he still wore, than pounced on Rob before he had a chance to stand. However, keeping a grip on any part of Rob's muddy body was no easy task. Performing any kind of wrestling maneuver was no easy task, for no matter what one did, the other was easily able to slip out of the hold.
Eddie sat on the deck and curiously cocked his head to the side, watching as they both rolled and rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand. The little mud wrestling match had turned into a full blown match, lasting almost fifteen minutes. In the end, Rob dominated, straddling Matt's stomach and pinning his arms above his head for the three count.
"What's the matter Midnight? A little tired?" Rob grinned triumphantly, although he himself was out of breath.
Matt weakly panted beneath him. "Told you I was out of shape."
"You're out of practice." Rob corrected. He moved is face inches from Matt's and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "But I'd be willing to practice with you all night."
Matt smiled, getting the hint and was surprised to find he even liked the thought. But for some reason, rolling around with Rob, in his muddy little swamp of a backyard, made him want to get even muddier. If that was even possible. Rob released his wrists and moved his hands down his arms and chest. The action did nothing more than smear the mud over him, but some how the foreign sensation was erotic.
As Rob lay over him, he could feel himself sinking another inch or two in the soft mud, but didn't try to push Rob off. Instead, he reached up and took a hold Rob's head, lowering it and bringing their lips closer together. Then all of a sudden, the deck lights came on...
"What the... what the hell are you two doing?"
Matt and Rob both quickly sat up.
Jeff stood on the deck, making a face that was both surprised and disgusted.
"It's not what it looks like." Matt said, him and Rob jumping to their feet.
"We were just mud wrestling." Rob added.
Jeff regarded them dryly. "Mud wrestling? Is this a new technique or something?"
Matt tossed his muddy hair. "So what if it is. What are you doing here anyway? Did you forget how to knock?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Sorry. I forgot how normal it is to walk in and find you romping around in the backyard."
"What I do in my backyard is my own business." Matt replied, walking onto the deck.
"Thanks to you, Eddie is now traumatized." Jeff opened up the door to let Eddie in and stepped in behind him. "We'll be waiting for you inside."
"How nice." Matt muttered sarcastically. "Why did I ever give him a key?"
Rob chuckled. "Remember, you love him."
"Keep reminding me." Matt grabbed a near-by water can and poured some over his legs and feet, cleaning himself as best as he could before entering the house. He then groaned in irritation, hearing his stereo system start to blare. "What the hell's he doing? Throwing a party?"
Rob took the can and began cleaning himself too. "Maybe you could use a good party."
"Right... Partying is really high on my list of priorities." Matt opened the door and frowned as the loud music hit him. Ready to kick Jeff out or kick his ass, he stormed across the kitchen and stopped at the doorway, his mouth dropping.
"SURPRISE!" Jeff, Chris, Shane, Amy, Jazz, Trish, Adam, Jay and Shannon Moore all started clapping.
Matt stood stunned. "What the..."
"Happy un-birthday brother." Jeff yelled.
Amy came over, looking Matt up and down. "I'd give you a hug but..."
Jazz chuckled. "That's not a bad look for you."
Trish placed her hands on her hips, pretending to pout. "How come you never got all hot and dirty like that for us?"
"Uh..." Matt only looked at her and everyone else, at a loss for words.
"Don't worry Matt." Adam entered the kitchen, heading for the fridge. "We got plenty of stuff you can wash that off with." He opened the refrigerator, proudly displaying the numerous bottles of beer that weren't there before. He than began tossing bottles to whomever caught them.
Jay shook his bottle before opening it, letting beer spew out everywhere.
Matt finally came out of his surprise, wincing. "Stop, you're making a mess."
Jay just looked at him. "I'm making a mess? You're dripping all over the floor! Besides, this is a party, you're suppose to make a mess, so grab a beer and get with it."
"And I've got the pizza to go with it." Shane Helms added. He held up three pizza boxes. "Your favorite, pepperoni with extra black olives." The moment he sat the boxes on the coffee table, everyone gathered around and dug in.
Matt turned to Rob, suddenly realizing who Rob's 'old buddy' on the phone was. "You knew about this didn't you?"
Rob shrugged. "It was actually Jeff's idea. I just had to get you out of the house for a few minutes."
Matt looked down at himself, caked in mud and still wearing nothing but boxers. "And mud wrestling was all you could think of?"
"Hey, I tried to get you to go to the store, but you weren't having it." Rob reminded. "Besides, you know you had fun."
Matt started to protest, but changed his mind. He had to admit it was fun. So much in fact that he was amazed he never even heard a single car pull up.
Jeff returned to the kitchen. "You're not mad are you?"
"No, it's cool." Matt assured. "But you shouldn't have gone to the trouble."
"It was no trouble." Jeff waved a hand. "Everyone was passing through anyway, since the next shows a city away. We just wanted to cheer you up."
Matt had to smile at his brother. "Mind if I shower first before joining the party?"
Jeff smiled back. "Shower on, we'll still be here."
"But, hurry up, cuz' the beer might not be." Chris yelled.
"Or the pizza." Shannon Moore added.
Matt and Rob quickly took off, up the stairs.
"Don't do anything to get yourselves any dirtier than you already are." Jeff yelled.
"Shut up and clean up the mess in the kitchen." Matt yelled back.
Him and Rob hurried into the bathroom and stripped off their boxers.
Rob jumped into the large shower first. "Beat you." He smirked at Matt then yelped when he turned the knob and ice cold water hit him.
Matt smirked back. "Once again, that's what you get."
"Just don't look down yet." Rob warned, shivering under the chill water.
Matt laughed and waited until the water warmed up, before stepping in the shower with him. He stood under the spray, rinsing off, while Rob grabbed a bar of soap and 'accidentally' dropped it.
"Opps..." Rob chuckled. "Would you mind bending over and getting that for me?"
Matt gave an amused snort. "You're insulting my intelligence if you really think I'm going to fall for that."
"Fall for what?" Rob asked innocently.
Matt turned to Rob, giving him a knowing look. "You know what I mean. We're in here to clean up, nothing more."
Rob made a dissapointed face. "Dude, you are no fun."
Matt smiled. "I promise, I'll be fun later." He grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
"In that case, allow me." Rob took the bottle and poured some into his hands.
Matt turned his back to Rob and leaned his head back, allowing Rob to smooth the shampoo into his hair. He was used to having his hair washed by hairdressers for photoshots and appearances, but it was nothing compared to having Rob wash it. Rob's fingers began firmly massaging his scalp, making him let out a long leisured sigh. It was almost better than sex. Almost.
Rob leaned in, inhaling the coconut scent he was working into Matt's hair. He smiled to himself, knowing Matt claimed to care less about scents, just as long as his hair was clean and he could get a comb through it. However one day he'd noticed Matt's hair was scented. Matt simply shrugged it off, saying he'd accidentally bought the wrong crap. Rob had to compliment him on it though, loving the scent, and since then Matt continued to 'accidentally' buy the same crap.
"You can rinse." Rob said, turning Matt to face him.
"I'm gonna have to condition." Matt grumbled as he tried to smooth out his tangled hair. It was almost irritating the way Rob and nearly everyone else he knew, could simply shampoo and go. He, on the other hand, had to pour half a bottle of conditioner on his head if he wanted to get a comb through it.
Rob just smiled, loving Matt's hair, no matter how much Matt hated it. "While you take care of that, I'll take care of the rest of you." Retrieving the dropped soap, Rob rubbed it between his hands and began washing Matt's shoulders and chest.
Matt briefly tensed, then forced himself to relax as Rob worked him up in lather. Whether Rob truly liked the way he looked, or not, Rob was stuck with him. Might as well get adjusted to the change.
After Rob finished lathering Matt's chest, he moved his hands around Matt's body and began lathering up his back. Wanting to get to the good part, he made quick work of his back, then moved his hands down to Matt's backside, giving it extra long care and attention. After all, a fine ass like that deserved nothing less.
Matt couldn't help but smile. "You know, that's about as clean as my butt's going to get."
"Dude, just trying to be extra thorough."
"What about the rest of me?"
"If you insist."
With a cheesy grin, Rob got down on a knee and began lathering Matt's hips and thighs. Feeling Matt's softer body was even better than looking at it. He leaned over and placed a kiss against Matt's stomach, no longer able to trace the once cut six-pack with his tongue, but didn't care. He trailed his lips to the area just above Matt's thigh and lightly bit him, never before able to take so much skin in between his teeth, but he wasn't complaining. Despite how Matt felt, he couldn't help but like the softer fleshier feel of him more.
"That tickles." Matt muttered absently, while still conditioning the same spot on his head. "Weird, I've never been ticklish before."
"I like that it tickles." Rob smiled up at him. "I wonder what else might tickle?" Rubbing more soap between his hands, he resumed his lathering.
Matt slowly let out a breath as Rob's soapy hands, slide up and down one leg than the other. The self-conciseness he'd at first felt, was quickly being replaced by something else. Something more arousing. And the more Rob lathered him, the harder it became to concentrate on his conditioning. He bit his lower lip, forcing his mind to return to his hair, then without warning, Rob ran a hand in between his legs.
"Ow!" Jumping at the touch, Matt hit his head on the shower nozzle.
Rob quickly stood. "Are you okay?"
Matt rubbed the back of his head, but could only laugh at himself. "Fine, I think. You're distracting me."
"I guess so..." Rob snorted in amusement. "You realize you've been conditioning the same spot on your head this whole time?"
Matt blinked, surprised that he really had be doing just that.
Rob chuckled. "Maybe I should take over from here."
Smiling ruefully, Matt lowered his tired arms and let Rob finish his half-ass conditioning job. Maybe taking the time to condition his horrible hair wasn't so bad after all.
Rob tilted Matt's head back under the spray and rinsed his hair out, his fingers easily running through the midnight locks. With Matt's neck exposed to him, he couldn't resist the urge to lean over and suck along his smooth skin. Matt tilted his head back more and let out a small sigh as Rob rinsed and sucked, sucked and bit, until he was to the point of wanting Rob to bite him until he bleed. He reached under Rob's arms, holding the back of his shoulders, before his knees gave into his weakness and buckled.
Rob continued the neck treatment, loving the feel of Matt clinging to him. Loving the taste of his steamy wet skin, mixed with the slightest hint of sweat. Against his lips, he could feel the increase in Matt's pulse, pumping blood in a rhythm to match his own. Finishing his rinsing, he lifted Matt's head and pulled him into a kiss.
Matt opened up for him, welcoming Rob's velvet tongue and the strong tingles of electricity that instantly began to shoot down his spine. He deepened the kiss even more and swallowed Rob's moan, unsure if it was really Rob's or actually his own. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, especially his insecurities. All that mattered was Rob and how Rob made him feel.
Several seconds later, Rob broke the intense kiss. "Let's get out of here." He whispered agaisnt Matt's lips.
Matt nodded, clearly able to hear Rob's desire, thickly lacing his husky tone. Quickly, he shut off the shower and they both jumped out, grabbing the nearest towel. Matt shivered instantly as the cool air hit his heated skin, but Rob came up behind him, rubbing the goosebumps off his arms.
"I'll warm you up." He whispered, hotly into Matt's ear.
Matt shivered again, only this time not from the cold. How he loved the sound of Rob's thick husky voice. Dropping the towel, he turned and wrapped his arms around Rob's waist, then suddenly frowned and pulled back.
"What?" Rob asked, about to reciprocate.
Matt held out his hands. "You're still muddy."
Rob raised his eyebrows, seeing traces of mud on Matt's hands, then looked down at himself. So involved with cleaning Matt, he'd completely forgot about himself. "Shit... Just give me a minute." He jumped back in the shower.
Matt just laughed. So much for the erotic mood. Still, he wasn't about to let that put a damper on things. Standing at the mirror he combed out his hair, impressed with Rob's conditioning job then left the bathroom. Rob showered at record breaking speed and when finished, he rushed into the bedroom, without bothering to take the time to dry off.
Matt lay waiting across the bed and smiled when Rob entered the room. Rob stopped before reaching the bed, having to take a moment to admire the view. Matt lay on his stomach, head propped up in his hand, with the black satin sheet barely covering his backside. Perfect playgirl cover poise.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to do something?" Matt asked quietly.
Rob smiled and sat on the bed beside him. "With a body like that, can't help but stare." He moved a hand under the sheet and over Matt's backside. "I think this is my favorite part of you. You're like a male J-Lo." He gave Matt's cheek a squeeze for emphasis.
Matt chuckled. "Thanks...I think."
Rob twisted up to his knees. "What's your favorite part about me?"
Matt kept himself from snorting with amusement and thought for a second. "Now that you mention it..." He trailed off, lowering his eyes between Rob's legs.
Rob sat up higher, giving Matt a better view of his jewels, and smiled proudly. "Thought so."
"Your hands." Matt answered.
"My hands?" Rob furrowed his brow and held up his hands, examining them.
Matt nodded. "You've got the strongest, steadiest, most incredible hands. And I love feeling them on me."
"Well, in that case..." Rob flung the sheet off Matt, rolled him onto his back and lowered down on top of him. "I take back what I said. Every part of you is my favorite. Inside and out." He ran his hands over Matt's chest and down his sides, emphisising his point.
Matt smiled up at him, never doubting Rob's sincerity. Rob literally did know him inside out and suddenly, he wished he could say the same. "I wanna feel you inside."
"You're about to." Rob lowered his head, ready to claim a kiss.
Matt put a hand on Rob's chest, halting him. "No... I mean... I wanna be inside of you."
Rob blinked in confusion then Matt's request finally dawned on him. Sitting up, he regarded Matt with surprised. During their whole relationship, not once had Matt ever asked to top. Not that he'd ever deny him if he did.
Matt sat up, when Rob didn't reply right away. "What? You don't want me to?"
"No, it's not that." Rob quickly answered. "Just wondering why it took you so long to ask."
Matt shrugged, not sure himself. It wasn't like always being bottom ever bothered him. As a matter of fact, he figured he'd prefer it more. He couldn't image anything more amazing then the feel of holding Rob while Rob was inside him. Still he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be the one inside Rob, while Rob held him.
"Have you ever... You know, been on the receiving end?"
Rob nodded. "Just not with you."
"You obviously know I've never topped..." Matt paused, thinking to himself. "At least I don't think I have. Was it considered topping when I was with Amy and Trish?"
Rob chuckled. "This is a bit different."
"Yeah... I guess it is." Matt chuckled as well and tucked some hair behind his ear, suddenly feeling butterflies flutter in his stomach.
"What? You look nervous."
"Maybe a little." Matt admitted. If he did this, more than anything, he wanted to make it just as amazing for Rob as Rob did for him. But how do you do that when you've never done it before? What if Rob pretended to like it, when he really hated it?
"You know what... It's cool. We don't have to do this."
Rob cupped Matt's chin. "Everything will be cool. And I want you to."
"But..."
Rob held a finger over Matt lips, hushing his doubts. "No buts. Except maybe mine in the air."
Matt chuckled, Rob's humor helping the nervousness to subside. "I don't want yours in the air. I want it just like this." Pushing Rob down on his back, he straddled his hips.
Rob crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing on the pillow. "Take it baby... It's all yours."
Matt smiled at Rob, the butterflies returning, only this time with an exotic mixture of excitement and anticipation. The same excitement and anticipation he could remember feeling the night Rob had first made love to him. Now was another first, and leaning over, he feathered his lips over Rob's, silently thanking him.
Rob closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Matt's full lips. Matt's kiss was like a work of art, starting off with slow sensual lip play that gradually worked up into lingering tongue play. He gave Matt full control of the kiss and anything else he desired.
Matt moved his lips to Rob's ear, lightly biting his lope. "Sorry, but I'm afraid I have to get you all dirty again." He whispered.
Rob shuddered, Matt's sultry breath and words, heightening his desire. Matt nibbled against his ear a few more seconds, then nibbled his way down his neck, stopping to suck on his adams apple. Rob moaned quietly, aroused by the sensation and by the feel of Matt's scented hair brushing over his neck. He reached up to play with the dark curls, but Matt took his hand and forced it down to the side of his head. He didn't protest, when Matt did the same to his other hand, pinning him down.
Matt never ceased his mouth treatment and lowered his head to lavish Rob's collarbone and strong pecks. He circled his tongue around Rob's nipple, flicking the tip over it a few times, until the bud hardened.
Rob bit his own lip as Matt sucked his nipple into his mouth, feeding on him hard. He wanted to grab his own hair if not Matt's, but Matt kept his wrists firmly pinned and all he could do was squirm beneath him. Matt licked a line over to his next nipple and bit down on it, causing Rob to lightly gasp. Then as loving as ever, Matt caressed it with his tongue, easing all the pain away.
Rob let out a deep breath, trying to blow away the few beads of sweat that were rolling off his forehead. Matt looked up and smiled. Rob was fully under his control and he was going to make the best of it.
"Don't move." He ordered, releasing Rob's wrists.
Rob nodded submissively, keeping his hands at the sides of his head.
Matt watched him a second, making sure he was going to remain still, then scooted down Rob's body to sit between his legs. Placing his hands on Rob's thighs, he moved them around in a caressing motion, imagining Rob's thick muscled legs held the strength of a horse. Leaning over, he placed a lingering kiss over the top of Rob's thigh, wanting to worship his strength.
Rob worked to keep his legs still, but could feel his muscles spasmodically twitch as Matt kissed and licked a trail of wetness up one thigh, across the top of his groin, then back down the other thigh, his collarbone grazing over his throbbing cock as he went across.
He shuddered again, feeling Matt lick the sensitive crook of his inner thigh, his dark drying tresses brushing against his hardness as he did. As much as Rob willed himself to stay still, his own body seemed to be working of it's own accord, subtlety squirming over, in hopes that Matt's mouth would make the connection to the part of him that wanted it most. When Matt's lips finally brushed over his testicles, he slightly jumped.
Matt raised his head and placed an arm across Rob's stomach, pressing him down. "I told you not to move."
Rob swallowed. "I won't." He managed to choke out. Although the just feel of Matt's moist breath against his hardened cock was already making the task difficult.
And Matt understood just how difficult the task would be. Holding Rob's eyes, he slowly wet his full lips, giving a hint of what was next.
Rob unconsciously licked his own lips with anticipation, and most of all, lust. It didn't matter how long they'd been together, Matt was still capable of bringing the emotion out in him. And when Matt lowered his head, grazed his lips down the underside of his cock then used his velvety tongue to lick back up the full length, Rob clutched the pillow tight, every nerve ending in his body set on fire.
Matt stopped at the head of Rob's member, sucking on it gently, while curling his fingers around Rob's shaft and squeezing.
He lingered on the spot, feeling Rob tremble in his effort to keep still. Rob's strain only turned him on more, just as the taste of Rob's arousal, intensifying his own. The taste and the feel. He lowered his fingers, lightly teasing the tips over Rob's heavily filled testicles, before cupping them in his hand, then lowered his mouth over Rob's member, taking in as much as he could.
Rob groaned through clinched teeth as Matt began to create his wonderful suction, feeling as though Matt were squeezing the life juices out of him and greedily drinking them up. He could literally feel himself throbbing inside Matt's hot mouth and arch his back off the bed, before he could stop himself.
Matt forced Rob down to the bed, digging his nails into Rob's skin. Rob was faintly aware of little stabs of pain, but that was nothing compared to the feel of Matt's exquisite mouth drawing every last bit of control out of him.
"Midnight... I'm gonna... oh yeah!"
Matt let Rob's cock slip out of his mouth and took it in his hand, bringing him the rest of the way off. Rob almost ripped the pillow as Matt pumped out his release and still didn't stop pumping, even after he was finished. Unable to take anymore, he had to reach down and push Matt's hand away, momentarily too sensitive for his touch. All he could do was sink into the pillow and catch his breath.
Matt picked up a bottle of oil from the nightstand, giving Rob time to recuperate, and himself time to prepare.
Inhaling deeply, Rob caught the sandalwood scent of the oil and opened his eyes with a wide smile. "Man, you are so damn good at that."
Matt tossed his head, proudly. "What can I say. You've taught me well."
Rob gave a heavy satisfied sigh. "It's good to have such an apt pupil."
Matt smiled. Experience with Rob had taught him many things, taking his life to a whole new level. One thing he'd learned for sure was, you're never more relaxed than after a release like that. He dribbled some of the oil between Rob's legs and began rubbing it in between his cheeks, without penetration. This may not have been Rob's first bottom, but he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous over causing Rob discomfort.
But Rob looked anything but uncomfortable. Leaning over Rob's body, he licked Rob's lips, teasing him with a kiss, while at the same time teasing his entrance with his fingers. When Rob grabbed his hair, forcing the kiss, Matt took it as his que.
Carefully, he worked two of his fingers into Rob's entrance, trying to think about the things Rob did when stretching him. At the same time, he had to marble at Rob's feel. Rob's hard muscled exterior was an amazing contrast to how soft and pliable he felt inside. He added a third finger and began exploring deeper, until Rob made a strange sound.
Matt broke the kiss and quickly pulled back his fingers. "Did I hurt you?"
Rob shook his head. "No. Do it again."
Matt regarded him with uncertainty, but slowly moved his fingers back in. When Rob closed his eyes with a light moan, he finally realized what he was doing. He'd found Rob's prostate. He moved his fingers over the spongy area, feeling it swell, and looked down, almost fascinated to see Rob's member re-swell with it.
"Are you sure you've never done this before and just forgot?" Rob murmured.
Matt lightly chuckled. "Positive. I'm sure I would have remembered."
Rob let out a sigh of relief when Matt finally removed his fingers. If Matt kept it up, he was sure he'd release again without having to be touched.
Matt sat up, straddled Rob's stomach and picked up the oil, dribbling it over his own arousal.
Rob reached out to touch him. "Need a hand?"
Matt pushed his hand away. "I got this." Tossing his hair out of his face, he closed his eyes.
Rob's own eyes widened and he felt his cock return to full erection, watching as Matt rubbed the oil on himself, using slow masturbating techniques. Matt's flushed face grew even more flushed with his shameless self-pleasure and after a moment, a barely audible moan escaped his slightly parted lips.
Rob could only suck in a breath, the sight alone enough to bring him to orgasm. "You are so damn beautiful. You'd better hurry up and get in me, before I start pounding into you."
Matt slowed his actions and opened his eyes. "I love the way you pound into me. Makes me wanna scream." He said, voice low and passionate.
Rob impatiently grabbed Matt's waist and pulled him back down. "Make me scream."
Matt maneuvered his legs, between Rob's and wiped the few beads of sweat off Rob's forehead. "Promise, you'll tell me if I hurt you."
Rob smiled up at him. "Beleive me, you won't. There's advantages to being able to do the splits." He opened his legs wide, emphasizing his point.
Matt gave Rob a lingering kiss, purring against his lips as Rob began stroking his back. Rob lowered a hand, rubbing Matt's backside, then reached between them to take Matt's erection in his hand. He held Matt's member a few seconds, giving it an appreciative squeeze. He definitely was a hardy boy. Guiding Matt to his entrance, he let go and returned to stroking his soft sweaty back.
Matt knew, Rob was giving him the signal to take it the rest of the way. As careful as possible, he entered Rob then paused, feeling his ring of resistance.
"It's okay." Rob whispered against his mouth. "Go on."
Matt still hesitated then suddenly, Rob gave his backside a sharp stinging slap. Matt gasped, jumping, and the next thing he knew, he was past Rob's resistance. He moved in deeper, until fully emerged, and Rob's snug warm walls were throbbing all around him. Burying his face into the crook of Rob's neck, he held his breath, fighting back the wonton need to ram into him.
Rob ran his fingers through Matt's hair, giving them both time to adjust. The feeling of Matt filling him was like nothing he could describe, and every light tremble of Matt's body, made his own body tremble with waves of pleasure. Gently, he tugged on Matt's hair, making him raise his head. "Are you okay?"
Matt nodded, not trusting himself to speak, for fear of releasing and ending it all too soon.
"Then make love to me." Rob ordered, before bringing Matt's lips to his.
Matt drove his tongue deep into Rob's mouth, while at the same time, pulling back and driving deeper into Rob's body. Rob lifted up his legs so high, he could feel his feet on his lower back, pressing him down and encouraging him to let it all go. That was all Matt needed and, planting his hands on the mattress for leverage, he did just that.
Rob lost all thought and focus, no longer able to concentrate on anything other than the feel of Matt inside him. The feel of Matt's slick lean body, trusting and gliding over his, hitting his spot with such a force, he was really to explode. He became vaguely aware of a hard knocking sound and realized it was the headboard hitting the wall. He clutched Matt's hair, not to make him stop, but because he couldn't help it. Even Matt's small yelp of pain, couldn't bring him to let go, no more than he could keep the nails of his other hand, from digging into the flesh of Matt's back.
Matt yelped again, the pain of Rob's needy touch, nearly driving him insane with pleasure. The feel of Rob's body, withering beneath him, made him high with a rush of power. Due to him, Rob held no control over his own actions. And as Rob's incredible hands continued to hurt him, he continued to thrust harder and vocalize louder, until he could feel his own control teetering on the edge. He had just enough thought left to reach down and wrap his hand around Rob's leaking cock, stoking him with a maddening rhythm.
Rob cried out hoarsely, his second more powerful orgasm of the night, hitting him. Matt buried his face in the pillow, next to Rob's head, trying to muff his own orgasmic cry. Rob's muscles contracted tightly around him, bringing forth the overflowing release, his body had been aching for. Afterwards, he fell over Rob's body, literally drained and exhausted.
A moment later, Rob pulled Matt's head to his quickly rising and falling chest and wrapped his arms around him. "Dude, you've got to do that more often."
Matt gave a breathless laugh, feeling awed at the experience. Was this the way Rob felt when making love to him? Never before had he realized how much power and control Rob actually held over his body, until he was the one making love to Rob. It was even more amazing to think, only his strong feelings for Rob had always allowed him to give it up without question.
"Is something wrong?" Rob asked, when Matt didn't respond.
Matt shook his head. "I was just thinking... I think I'm going to love you until the day I die."
"Man, you've got to be the biggest sap I've ever known." Rob dryly replied.
Matt raised his head. "What?"
Rob chuckled. "Kidding... What I meant was, I'll love you longer."
Matt smiled and laid his head back down. "That's what I thought."
"Hey, you think they've noticed how long we've been gone?"
"Who?"
"Your brother and everyone else downstairs."
"Shit, I forgot all about them." Matt sat up and for the first time, noticed the bass thumping through the walls. From the sound of things, his party was in full mode. "Man, I'm gonna have to shower again."
"You..." Rob sat up as well. "You realize, this will be my third shower tonight? Fourth if you count me jumping back in to clean the rest of the mud off me."
Matt laughed and climbed off the bed. "I'll make it worth your while." He went to the bathroom door and paused, looking over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Or you can make it worth mine."
Rob jumped off the bed. "Man, I dig a good shower."
Jeff rolled his eyes, watching as Shane tried to show him up with his cute little breakdanceing routine. Everyone clapped, but he knew they were only being polite. Deciding to spare Shane from humiliating himself, he went over and pushed him aside. "Step back and watch a real pro."
Shane snorted. "Show us what you got Hardy boy."
Jeff smirked at him, then began his own performance. Shane just rolled his eyes at the cute little hiphop routine.
Jazz shook her head and nudged Chris in the side. "Sorry, but you got to admit, they are both so Vanilla Ice."
Chris had to laugh. "Just don't ever say that to Jeff's face."
"Auditioning for a spot on Soul Train?" Matt asked, walking into the room with Rob.
Jeff stopped dancing and pointed to the clock. "It takes you guys this long to shower?"
Matt shrugged. "We were really filthy."
"Yeah we were." Rob added with a Cheshire cat grin.
"Enough said." Jeff covered his stomach, pretending to be sick.
"Now that you're here, you can open your presents." Adam said to Matt, excitedly.
"What presents?"
Amy took Matt's hand. "Your birthday presents silly." She led him to the couch and pushed him down.
Matt looked at them all, surprised again. "Uh... My birthday's not until next month."
"We know." Trish gave him a peck on the cheek. "This is your un-birthday."
Matt looked from her to Jeff.
Jeff just smiled. "No one ever knows if they'll live to see another tomorrow, so might as well party while we can."
Matt regarded him a moment then smiled. His brother truly was one of a kind.
"Open this first." Adam said, tossing a box onto Matt's lap. "It's from me and Jay."
"Really, you guys shouldn't have." Matt said, but picked up the box and started shaking it.
"Careful..." Jay warned. "You might break something."
"Oh really?" Matt unwrapped the box, curious to see what might be breakable, and pulled out a shirt of Adam and Jay. "What do ya know, an Edge and Christian T-shirt."
Adam flashed his wide toothy grin. "You're welcome. Thought you could use some new ring attire."
Matt smiled. "Thanks but, you know I won't ever be able to wear this in the ring, considering we're enemies and all."
"Hey, it's cool." Jay waved a hand. "You can wear it around the house or something."
Matt chuckled and pulled out the other gift, which was a simple little snow globe. "Oh... how cute. Really."
Jay rolled his eyes at Matt's weak act of trying to look thrilled. "Don't you recognize the building?"
Matt held the globe to his face and squinted, trying to make out the building inside. "It kinda looks like a hotel, I think."
"It is." Adam confirmed with a laugh. "Remember that night you, me, Jay and Jeff, got drunk and jumped out the second story window and into the snow? That's the same hotel."
Matt studied the globe again, recognizing that it was indeed a miniature version of the hotel. Their crazy antics from that night and the trouble they'd gotten into from the Hotel security and Vince, were something he'd never forget. One of the many memories of the business, and of his friends, he loved and would always hold dear to his heart.
He gave him both a genuine smile. "This is really cool. Thank you."
"I'll say." Jeff took the globe from Matt's hands, studying it for himself. "We were suppose to be the group Version 1, remember?"
"Too bad that didn't work out." Shane replied. "That would have been a cool group."
Matt shrugged. "You never know. I've never really given up on the thought."
"Speaking of thoughts." Amy handed over the next present. "The girls and I thought this was something you could use."
"Actually, it could be a gift for both you and Rob." Trish hinted.
"Oh yeah?" Rob sat beside Matt, urging him to hurry up.
Matt unwrapped the gift, hesitantly, noticing as the girls exchanged looks and giggled. "Please don't tell me this is a dildo or some edible garment."
Jazz placed a hand on her hip. "Please, don't you think we'd have a little more class."
Rob looked disappointed. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't."
Relieved, Matt finished opening the gift, then raised his eyebrows at the contents. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... What am I suppose to do with these?"
Amy laughed. "Use your imagination."
"What is it?" Jeff asked.
Without answering, Matt pulled out a black whip, medal handcuffs, and two black leather dog collars. "This must be for Eddie."
"Actually one is." Jazz took a collar and called Eddie over, putting it on him. "But the other one's for, well... whoever."
Rob grinned. "Damn, you should have opened this before we went up stairs."
Matt regarded him dryly. "We know who the bitch would have been."
"Ugh..." Jeff made a disgusted face. "Moving on..." He looked at Shane and Shannon. "Please don't have a gift that involves my brother doing... you know, certain things."
Shannon and Shane exchanged sheepish looks and Matt just laughed, while Jeff groaned.
"Here." Shannon handed over the gift. "Why don't you save that for later."
"Thank you." Matt smiled. "I'm sure I'll love it."
"Me too." Rob added.
"Just open my gift, okay." Jeff took the box from Matt and set it aside, then reached behind the couch to pull out a wrapped poster frame.
"Is this a picture of you dancing?" Matt joked.
"Just open it, dickhead."
Matt did as instructed and tore off the wrapping to reveal a never before seen poster of Team Extreme. "Where did this come from?"
"It's our new poster." Jeff said proudly. "It hasn't even been put on the market yet. You have the very first produced copy."
Matt smiled at the poster, which had to be their best one yet, feeling a twinge of longing. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to be back, and turned the poster around for everyone to see. "This is bad ass."
"Damn right it is." Jeff agreed. "And when you get back, were going to be bigger and badder asser than ever."
"More bad ass." Matt laughed, correcting his brother. "I'm ready."
Chris picked up his beer. "I'll drink to that."
Everyone held up their beers in agreement.
Matt smiled at all his friends. Despite everything, he couldn't be more blessed. Without the love and support of friends and family, he never would have had the strength to make it through. "Thank you guys. This really means more than you know."
"Hey, we love ya Man." Adam replied. "Now lets go mud wrestle!" He took off through the kitchen and out the backdoor.
"Wait up." Jay and Shannon took off after him.
Shane wiggled his eyebrows at Jazz. "Wanna wrestle baby?"
Jazz gave him a cynical smile. "Sure... I look forward to smashing your face in the mud."
Shane just laughed. "I love it when you Divas talk dirty."
Trish grabbed Amy's hand. "And I love getting dirty." Seconds later, they were all gone.
"I think you guys started a new party trend." Jeff said, amazed.
"I guess we did." Matt looked over at Rob.
Rob quickly held his hands up and backed away. "Love ya, Midnight, but I'm not taking another shower."
"Don't worry." Matt assured. "I think the showers might be tied up later anyway."
"Hope you don't mind." Jeff apologized, imagining the mess that would be tracked through the house. "I didn't plan on this happening."
Out of impulse, Matt gave him a hug. "Thanks bro. You can shower here as much as you want."
Jeff pulled back and smiled. "Well in that case..." He looked at Chris and raised his eyebrows.
Chris grinned. "Race you out there." He turned and sprinted toward the backdoor, but Jeff was hot on his heels, both hollering like a couple of teenagers.
Matt shook his head, but had to laugh. "Promise me, we'll never get like that."
"No promises." Rob pulled Matt over, cupping his face. "Except, me loving you."
Matt raised an eyebrow. "Who's the biggest sap?"
"Dude, I ain't denying it." Rob said, giving Matt a kiss. "Now what do ya say- Wanna go out on the deck and watch these people make fools of themselves?"
"I'm all for a good comedy." Matt agreed. He grabbed a couple of beers for him and Rob, and a half-eaten box of pizza. "Ready."
"One more thing." Rob went to the entertainment center, retrieved a camcorder and held it up with a wicked smile. "Capture the moment, right?"
Matt nodded his head, smiling back. "More like live for the moment."
THE END