Jimmy shut the hotel room door behind him as calmly as he could muster. He didn't dare go home. Not to where Jey was. He needed time before facing him again. He was so worked up, he didn't know what to do with himself. He tried pacing around the room, turning on the T.V., only to turn it off again 2 seconds later. He sat on the bed but he was too anxious to stay there for long, so he got back up and continued to pace.
"What… The FUCK?" he burst out to no one at all.
He grabbed his phone and scrolled through the contact list. He couldn't do this alone. There must be SOMEONE he could reach out to about such a delicate situation. He faltered when he passed the K names and Jey's name appeared. His fingers trembled and closed around the phone tightly. Without another thought, he threw his phone against the wall and it smashed into a dozen pieces. Becoming increasingly distressed, he fell on his back on the bed and covered his eyes with his forearm. Taking deep breaths, his heart beat calmed slowly and allowed his mind to clear.
Okay… He had to process…
So he kissed his own brother, so what?
That wasn't a big deal, right?
Family members kissed each other all the time.
Thinking this made him feel better.
Until he remembered his brother sucking on his tongue…
His heart hammered inside his ribcage as he remembered how he felt during the incident. Of course there was arousal, confusion, and… Something else… Something he had previously refused to even entertain… It had made him… Happy. He had always had Jey by his side since the day they both came into the world. There hadn't been a person alive that had ever compared to the affection he felt for his brother. And then they had grown up. They became a tag team together in the WWE. They had caused hundreds upon thousands of people to scream and cheer and applaud louder than he ever thought possible. The bliss he felt after winning a match would not have been the same if he didn't have his constant, lifelong companion. And now everything was ruined because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Oh god, what Jey must be thinking right now. How disgusted he must be with the both of them for letting it get this far.
Tears started pouring out, taking Jimmy by surprise. Now that he had released all the rage and frustration that was pent up inside, only sadness remained. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to be with Jey. Not just as brothers, but lovers. He barked out a laugh through his sobs at the thought. There was no way that could be their reality. How would that even work? Going on dates, exchanging passionate kisses in the moonlight… That wasn't their future and he knew it was a pipe dream. A dull ache started in his chest as he came to the realization that it was over forever. He needed to be strong and put the past behind him, despite the pain he knew he would live through to try and move on. He rubbed his red eyes and sat up, sighing heavily. Somehow, he felt a bit better after letting it all out, but he knew that he would inevitably be faced with talking to Jey. He had to let him know that he didn't care, that he didn't love… But not tonight. Tonight he would stay in this room, alone, and relish in the memories that brought him such excitement. He wanted to spend all night reliving that one, perfect moment that would never happen again. Just as he was about to lie back down and fantasize, there was a knock on the door.
"Room service!" came a muffled voice, barely able to be heard through the thick door.
Jimmy scoffed and rolled his eyes, forcing himself to pick up his heavy body and drag it to the entrance. He unlocked the chain and deadbolt and opened it for the employee. Then his heart stopped cold.
"Jey…"
