Matt spent the rest of the day holed up in his office plotting and editing the newest Hardy Show episode; his bottom lip sore from his repeated thoughtful chewing. Chris had intruded twice. Once scowling and grumbling under his breath as he all but threw a package at Matt before stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him. The little display let Matt know that his earlier actions after laying down the challenge had backfired and left him in a precarious position; one that Matt was certain would have Chris begging before the night was over. The information made Matt smile and he chuckled as he ripped into the box, his eyes glittering as he pulled out his three new pairs of tights that he had ordered. One pair was champagne gold with white accents; another was white with blue accents and the last one black with purple accents.

The second time Chris invaded he draped himself over Matt's back; his breath hitting Matt's ear and making him shiver. His hands splayed on Matt's shoulders with his fingers ghosting over the still bare skin. Matt still hadn't put on a shirt and the feel of Chris' naked skin against his back brought all sorts of images to Matt's mind that he dismissed quickly before they became too erotic.

"Turn around Matty; I have something to show you." He purred; his teeth nipping at Matt's ear lobe.

Matt allowed Chris to turn his chair around; schooling his face in a look of utter boredom when he seen Chris standing in his trunks, the spandex hugging his ample backside and clinging to the slight bulge in the front that hinted at the well restrained endowment Chris had been blessed with. Chris turned; wiggling his backside at Matt and looking over his shoulder, his face a mask of innocence.

"I think they're too tight." He rolled his hips and turned back around; walking over to Matt and stopping in front of him with a smile on his face. "What do you think Matt?"

Matt looked him up and down with a critical eye and motioned for him to spin again; taking a moment to ogle the rounded perfection that the trunks showed off beautifully.

"I think you should have picked a color other than pink. But since most of the fans think you're sleeping with Show anyways, they look fine." Matt shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his computer; swallowing a laugh as the door to his office was slammed again.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully and Matt had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning working on the Hardy Show episode and as the sun peeked through the windows he passed out, his head landing on the keyboard and sending nonsense scrolling across the blog screen he had been working on. It had only felt like moments when he awoke later, the ticklish feeling of fingernails on his back drawing a choked moan from him before he realized what was going on. Groggily he pushed himself upright and arched his back; cracks and pops filling the air as another moan left his lips.

"You didn't come to bed."

"Sorry. I was working on some stuff." Matt offered with a slight grin; his full lips twisting down into a scowl when he went to stand and his back protested the movement. "Note to self. Buy comfier chair in case of passing out again." He walked over to Chris and pressed a kiss to the blond's forehead before slowly making his way up to the master bathroom.

Some time yesterday or even during his short unconscious period Matt had decided that he was going to act normal. The only difference being that he wouldn't be touching his husband the way he knew Chris had to be craving by now. After a nice hot shower that helped ease some of the pain in his back, Matt called Jeff and asked if he wanted to do a couple of sparring matches. Soon he was facing off against his brother, smiling as Jeff tried to throw him over the top rope of the new ring he had put in the BCR dome. He landed on the apron and barely caught his footing, yelping as his hand slipped off the rope and he tilted backwards. Jeff reached over the rope and grabbed his wrist, pulling him forwards and laughing as Matt grumbled under his breath.

"Maybe we should take a break." He suggested as he ran his hand over his short cropped hair.

"I think you're right."

Matt climbed back between the ropes and settled down in the center of the ring, stretching out on his back and pillowing his hands under his head. Jeff sat Indian style next to him and Matt could feel the burning green gaze on him.

"What's on your mind Jeff?" He asked as he turned his head to stare at his younger brother.

"Is everything ok between you and Chris?"

"W-what makes you say that?" Matt asked as he startled.

"Well, he's been watching from the doorway since we got here and he looks rather displeased."

Matt turned his head to the other side and seen that Chris was indeed watching from the door; his face in a scowl as they locked eyes. Matt fought hard to keep the smirk from his lips as he motioned to Chris with a curl of his finger; licking his lips as his husband sauntered over and climbed between the ropes. Matt patted a spot next to him and once Chris was seated he shifted so that his head was now pillowed in Chris's lap, his fingers still laced behind it.

"We had a minor disagreement. But it's all worked out now." Matt said, smiling as Chris started to run his fingers through his hair. "Isn't that right baby?" Matt tilted his head back a little and stared up, smiling as he freed one hand and curled it around the base of Chris's skull; pulling him down for a kiss.

Fire instantly ignited and Matt lapped at Chris' lips for moment before breaking the kiss and turning his attention back to his brother. Jeff rolled his eyes and stretched out next to Matt, staring at the ceiling. With his hands hidden by his hair Matt cupped Chris's cock through his jeans and started to rub circles with his thumb; biting his lip and forcing himself to look innocent as Chris wiggled beneath his head. Matt felt Chris trying to regulate his breathing and stopped, moving to sitting position and facing Jeff to block his view of Chris' crotch.

"So Fro, what are you doing later?"

"Well Jessica and I are going out for dinner but we'll be back before 10, why?"

"I have the rough cut of the new episode and I wanted you to watch it before I sent it out for final editing."

"Aight." Jeff looked down at his watch and got to his feet; playfully using his foot to shove Matt backwards back into Chris. "Well I'm going to head off bro, thank's for the sparring. It's been awhile."

Matt nodded and waited until his brother was out of sight before getting to his feet and climbing out of the ring; leaving Chris sitting alone in the middle. He was maybe two steps out of the door when he turned and called over his shoulder.

"You coming Chrissy?"

He heard growling and smiled; it seemed like his plan was working perfectly and it was only the first day. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it on the railing of the porch, stretching his back and closing his eyes as the sun beat down on him and warmed his already sweating skin. Chris stomped up the steps and into the house, closing the sliding glass door on him and storming through the kitchen. Even though he seemed to be in control now, Matt knew how easily Chris could wrestle that control from him and vowed to keep on his toes so that it didn't happen. The rest of the night was relatively quiet; or rather it had been until Chris wandered in while Matt was cooking dinner. He too had stripped from his shirt and was wandering around in only his jeans—and even those were undone with the zipper in a position that if it were down a couple or more inches Matt would be getting a free show.

Determined not to let it bother him Matt smiled and pressed a kiss to Chris's cheek when he reached over to the counter to grab the salt. Chris grabbed his wrist and pulled him over; framing Matt's face with his hands as he teasingly traced Matt's lips with his tongue. Matt allowed Chris to pull him in for a kiss before pulling away and turning his attention back to the stove.

"Babe, can you get in the cupboard and get me the dill seasoning?" He called over his shoulder; an idea forming and making his eyes glimmer.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and reached into the cupboard, stretching up as far as he could.

"Matty, I can't reach."

"Here."

Matt moved quickly and pinned Chris against the counter, reaching up and over his husband for the spice but not moving back. He set the small container down on the counter and ran his hands over Chris' shoulders, skimming them down his arms and over his sides and waist; purring in his ear as they dipped into Chris' jeans. The older man trembled and pressed back against Matt; his head tilted to the side and back as a sigh breezed past his lips. Matt bit down lightly on the corded muscle of Chris's neck and sucked; his hand slowly gliding up and down Chris' already hard length.

"Mat-Matty." Chris mewled, his back arched as he rocked his hips against Matt's hand.

"What love?" He asked, his voice low and huksy.

"You're c-cheating." Chris whined as he ground back against Matt.

"How? You said no sex or oral but touching was ok." Matt purred, his hand stilling except for a couple of twitching squeezes.

"How is a hand j-job not cheating?" Chris panted as he thrust into Matt's hand, whimpering as he got closer to the edge.

"Because I didn't get you off."

Matt withdrew his hand and smirked as he licked the shiny pre-liquid from his hand and fingers; moaning as he stuck each finger in his mouth and sucked on it slowly. When he was done he grabbed the dill and turned back to what he was doing; snickering quietly as Chris cried out in frustration.