Title: The Enigma's Playlist
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: I no own anyone mentioned in this story. If I did, I wouldn't need to write. But if she ever comes into the story, I own Alexis Michaels.
I wanted something I could update once a week when I'm bored in class, so this is it. If you want to request a pairing, setting, plot, a song, anything, feel free to send in suggestions via reviews. I'll use everything. But it WILL feature Jeff as bottom because I can't really imagine him as a top. Some will be short, others long. Depends on what I feel like and how well I'm thinking.
Summary: Jeff has a lot of songs on his ipod, and each song has a memory. Most good, some bad, but all mindblowing. And mindblowing they are. Oneshots based off songs lyrics.
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Being so close…
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Matt sat in the locker room with Adam as they watched Smackdown! together. The eldest Hardy watched the screen as Jeff ran out. He thrust his hips forward to the beat of the music, his teal-dyed hair flipping back and forth as he banged his head to the beat. Jeff ran down the ramp and slid under the bottom rope, extending his arms as he leapt onto the middle turnbuckle with crossed legs.
"Who's he fighting?" Adam asked, chewing on a few M&M's as he watched. He was surprised when the screen grew red and fire flew from four points on the stage. "Kane? Matt, you've gotta be kidding me. He's gonna die!" He saw the title belt around Kane's waist as he walked out. "And it's for a championship? He's gonna die even harder!"
"He'll be fine," Matt assured him. "Taker will kill him if he hurts Jeffro in any way and Shawn will, too." Adam looked confused. "Parents in the company."
"Is that why you had to ask permission to go out to the bar with me and Jay yesterday?" Adam grinned when Matt didn't answer and kept his eyes on the screen. "It is, isn't it?" He started laughing. "Man, I wondered why you were talking to Taker before we left."
"Just shut up and watch the match," Matt muttered under his breath and bit off half a Twizzler.
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Jeff pushed his hair away from his face, panting as he used the ropes to stand up. Kane was on his back with his eyes closed after suffering a Whisper in the Wind as well as a Twist of Fate one after the other. Jeff climbed out onto the apron and pulled himself up to the top turnbuckle. He balanced for a second before jumping off in a Swanton Bomb, his upper back and shoulders hitting Glenn's chest, stomach, and abdomen. He covered the Big Red Monster for the three-count, jumping up when the bell rang and the ref raised his arm and handed him the World Heavyweight Championship belt.
"Jeff!"
The Enigma turned to see Matt running down the ramp with a smile on his face. Matt slid under the bottom rope and brought his younger brother into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, Jeffro," he said, pressing a kiss to the side of the blonde's head.
"Thanks, Matty." Jeff pulled out of the hug first, looking down at the title belt in his hands. "I thought he had me when he reversed the Twist of Fate but then—" Matt kissed him. Girls cheered while guys gagged as they watched the scene play out. Matt pulled away and froze when he realized what he did. He slid out of the ring and ran back up the ramp and backstage, leaving a shocked Jeff in the ring.
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"Do you realize what you just did?" Adam watched as Matt paced frantically back and forth in front of him. "You just kissed your younger brother, flesh and blood brother, in front of a live TV audience on national television."
"I know, I messed up," Matt berated himself. They both looked up and stopped when the door opened.
"Adam," Jeff said, the Heavyweight title belt around his waist with the little gold plate changed to show his name in capital letters, "can I speak with my brother alone?"
"Sure thing." Adam shot the elder Hardy a concerned look as he left the room. Jeff closed and locked the door behind him.
"Matthew Moore Hardy, what was that?" Jeff asked as he glared at his older brother with his arms crossed.
"Uh, what was what?" Matt asked back.
Jeff let out a slow breath. "You kissed me," he said. "And not one of the kisses that you usually give me. What is wrong?"
Matt took a deep breath. "Jeff, I love you," he admitted.
Jeff cocked his head to the side in confusion, uncrossing his arms. "I love you, too, bro."
"No, you don't understand." Jeff squeaked when Matt pressed him against the door with their faces dangerously close together. "I love you, Jeffro. Do you know how hard it is for me to see you flirt with every guy you meet? How hard it is to know that someone out there is fucking you?" He took a deep breath. "It hurt so much knowing that I can't have you, Jeffro. That I can never have you."
"And why the hell not?"
That answer surprised him. "Um, what?" Matt asked, not sure he'd heard what he thought he had.
"Why the hell can't you have me?" Jeff repeated. He looked a little ticked. "And you think I'm fucking every guy I come across?" He snorted. "I'm still a virgin, asshole."
"Well, I…I, um…" Matt couldn't seem to get the rights words out.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Shut up and kiss me," he ordered, pressing their mouths together before his brother could do anything to stop him. Matt didn't move for a few seconds in surprise but quickly warmed up to it. He ran his tongue over his baby brother's bottom lip, wanting to gain access to the Skittle-flavored mouth beyond his teeth. Jeff moaned quietly as he allowed his brother entrance, their tongues dancing together in a dance of dominance that he was all but eager to give up. "Matty," he gasped when Matt moved his mouth down to bite and suck at his neck.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," Matt whispered against his skin as he trailed his way down Jeff's bare chest. He stopped to suck a nipple into a hard nub, rolling his fingers around the other to get it to the same state.
"Matty, fuck me," Jeff practically ordered.
Matt grinned and moved away from the blonde, drawing a sweet little whine out of his throat. "Strip for me, baby," he purred, pulling his shirt off and pushing his pants down to show his cock already hard and dripping for his baby brother. Jeff started to unhook the title belt from around his waist. "No, keep that on. I want to fuck my champion little brother." Jeff nodded and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and underwear down to let his cock spring free from the cage his clothes had created.
Jeff licked his lips as he stared at his brother's cock. "Like what you see, Jeffro?" Matt teased. The blonde nodded. Jeff got down on his knees and wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, stroking it gently and drawing a moan from his brother. He licked at the bead of precum gathered at the tip before taking the head in his mouth, sucking lightly. Matt moaned, twisting his fingers in Jeff's dyed hair. "God, Jeffro, where did you learn to suck cock like this?"
Jeff smiled the best he could around his brother and took him deeper in his throat. Would he believe that he had practiced before? …No, probably not. Matt moaned again when the head of his cock hit the back of the blonde's throat and it was times like this that make Jeff glad he didn't have a gag reflex. He slid his mouth up and down Matt's shaft, biting lightly and scraping his teeth when he came back up. He choked slightly when he was pulled away. "I wanted to taste you," Jeff whined.
Matt grinned, pulling his brother up to his hands and knees in front of him. "You can taste me another time, Jeffro," he told him, pulling apart his asscheeks. "Right now, I wanna taste you."
Jeff moaned loudly when Matt started to tongue him, the slick muscle breaching his virgin entrance. "Matty, Matty, more," he begged. Matt moved away and replaced his tongue with a finger, adding another when he felt his brother could take it. Jeff whined and pushed back on the fingers when they pressed against his prostate. "Matty, please fuck me. I need it so bad."
"For a virgin, you're a horny little slut," Matt purred, turning his brother over. He pressed the head of his cock against Jeff's pucker. "This might hurt."
Jeff leaned his head back against the door and pushed himself up on his elbows. "I want it to," he assured his brother. "Hurt me, Matty. So everyone knows I'm yours."
That was all Matt needed to hear. He pushed into his brother in one thrust, frowning when he heard the cry of pain. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, refusing to move. It was difficult considering how hot and tight Jeff's ass was and how amazing it felt. "We can stop if you want. We don't have to—"
"Matthew Moore Hardy, shut up!" Jeff yelled at him. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. "You can move now."
Matt started out slow, speeding up when he heard his brother's cries of pleasure when the pleasure finally overtook the pain. He took hold of Jeff's dick and started stroking it along with his thrusts. Twin moans filled the air and made them both glad they'd locked the door with the noise they were making.
It didn't take long before Jeff came with a cry of his brother's name, the white liquid coating his brother's hand and the title belt around his waist. Matt thrust a few more times before the tightness was too much and he filled his brother with cum with a low groan of his name.
Matt pulled out of Jeff and pulled him closer. He ran his fingers through the cum covering the title and sucked on them with a grin. "You taste too, Jeffro," he said appreciatively. Jeff kissed him again, pulling away with a grin. "I love you, Jeffrey Nero Hardy."
"I love you, too, Matthew Moore Hardy. But next time you want to fuck me, just ask. Don't kiss me like that on live TV or I'll have to slap you."
Matt just laughed.
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Wow, I'm pretty sure this is…the best sex scene I've ever written. *looks it up* Yep, best one.
*punches air* Yes! I'm getting better at them! *thinks about it* Is…Is that a good thing?
Song: "What Hurts The Most" - CASCADA