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For Jeff the agreement between him and Hunter turned out to not be as bad as he had thought. After a few weeks of "sessions" with Triple H, his body had adapted to the larger man's size, so now there was little or no pain at all when they engaged.

Despite his reservations, Jeff was finding he did enjoy himself sometimes even though he was with another guy. Hunter was very experienced and knew all of the good pressure points and sweet spots. And there was something about the idea of being wanted by this powerful, one hundred percent, macho, alpha male who represented the epitome of masculinity, all the things Jeff knew he could never be, that got a little bit of a rise out of the young Hardy whenever he thought about it. Jeff was curious to see where this relationship would go; he wanted to find out why this King of Kings wanted him so much that he would pursue him with such vigor. That was the true reason why he had agreed to Hunter's proposition, that and he had wanted the peace of mind of knowing Triple H had his back, instead of being out to get him.

Now the only thing that really weighed down on Jeff's mind was how he was going to tell Matt what he had done. But how did one bring that kind of thing up in a conversation? Also with Wrestlemania upon them, Jeff didn't want to have to worry about Matt's reaction and inevitable freak out.

However, this dilemma would be solved for him on the night of Wrestlemania itself…

000

Matt Hardy felt a great rush of excitement when he entered the Citrus Bowl arena. He had been out of the loop for five months due to a ruptured appendix, except for sporadic appearances when he came to support Jeff, one of which ended up with him getting beat up by Randy Orton. The only thing he was thankful for was that he had recovered in time to participate in Wrestlemania, even if it was only a quick cameo to take out MVP during the ladder match.

He was supposed to have kept a low profile so that his sudden appearance would truly be a surprise, but he wanted to stop by his brother's locker room for a quick "Good luck" before the Money in the Bank match.

"Hey, Jeff, I…" Matt began happily as he opened the door, but he stopped when his whole body seemed to clench up in shock at the sight before him.

There was Jeff pressed up against one of the walls by Hunter who was groping the younger Hardy's ass. That was bad enough in itself, but they also appeared to be doing the tonsil tango as well, judging by how feverishly they were kissing.

Jeff peered lazily out of the corner of one of his lust drooped eyes. However, they shot open wide when he registered Matt's presence. Jeff broke the kiss and stared in surprise at his older brother.

Matt gapped at them, opening and closing his mouth several times, trying to say something. Instead, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell onto the floor in a dead faint.

"Oh man…" Jeff groaned as he slipped past Hunter and walked over to kneel by his fallen brother.

Hunter followed and they both dragged Matt into the locker room and shut the door. Jeff grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which was a WWE Magazine and used it to fan Matt's face.

"Look, Jeff, I'm sorry about breaking the rules, but…" Hunter said quickly, worried that Jeff might terminate their relationship over this.

"Nah, it wasn't your fault." Jeff shook his head, flashing Hunter a small smile, while he continued to fan Matt's face. "I thought Matt would wait till after the match to come by. At least this solves my problem of telling him."

Hunter let out a soft chuckle, and stood up. "Should I get some water or something?"

"Nah, I think he's coming around now," Jeff said.

Matt stirred and let out a small groan.

"Do you want me to leave?" Hunter asked quietly.

"I think it's better if you stay," Jeff said as Matt slowly opened his eyes.

"Oh man…" Matt groaned as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. He looked over at Jeff. "Jeff, I had the worst dream ever. I saw you and Triple H making out, and I mean total tongue tango."

Jeff sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Um, Matt, I hate to burst your bubble, but…" He pointed over to Hunter. "It wasn't a dream."

Matt's jaw dropped when he turned to look at Hunter, who smiled pleasantly back at him. "Oh God no… What the hell is going on here?"

"We're uh…together," Hunter answered not sure how to put it properly to the older Hardy.

"I can see that…" Matt growled. "But just what do you mean by 'together'?"

Jeff sighed and decided just to lay it out on the table. "We're fuck buddies, Matt."

Matt looked back at Jeff as if his little brother had just slapped him in the face. "What?!"

"How many different ways do you want me to explain this to you, Matt?" Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Enough for me to understand you!" Matt continued to stare at his brother in disbelief. "How the hell can you be having an affair with Hunter of all people?"

"Well apparently I swing for both teams," Jeff said dryly.

"Jeff and I have a little agreement you see…" Hunter tried to explain, but only received a glare from Matt.

"Hunter, maybe now is a good time for you to leave," Jeff motioned for the door with his head. "I'll meet you later."

"You're going to meet him later?!" Matt gawked, knowing exactly what Jeff meant by that statement, but still didn't want to believe it.

"Later, Jeff," Hunter grinned at the younger Hardy before leaving.

As soon as the door closed behind Hunter Matt demanded some answers. "Why, Jeff, why?"

"Why, Matt, I never figured you for a homophobe," Jeff said sarcastically.

"I don't care that you're screwing a guy," Matt snapped. "I know how you like to experiment, but why of all people is it Hunter? He's not even your type!"

"Maybe that's why I want to go along with it," Jeff shrugged. "I mean it's kind of cool; it's different. I wanna find out why he wants me, since it was he who came to me first, mind you. I mean it's like the quarterback of the football team suddenly takes an interest in the artsy, loner kid who hangs out behind the bleachers. It's more than just the sex man, he could get that anywhere with prettier people and yet he wants me. I wanna see where this goes."

"I guess I can see why you did it, but I still think Hunter is a dangerous guy to be literally fucking around with." Matt leveled Jeff with his best stern, disapproving gaze.

"Yeah, I thought about that so I made some rules to cover my ass, figuratively," Jeff argued his case further.

"Rules?" Matt raised an eyebrow.

They spent the next few minutes, sitting in the middle of the locker room, while Jeff explained his rules of engagement with Triple H.

"And if Hunter decides to turn on me, I'll threaten to tell the truth about the whole thing, and I've got physical evidence stashed away to prove it." Jeff finished.

Matt's stern expression softened considerably when he found out his little brother had not just gone into this on a whim. "You really thought this through, huh?"

Jeff nodded.

"Well, I still don't like it, but I'll try to get used to it." Matt let out a defeated sigh.

"Thanks, Matt," Jeff grinned and patted his big brother on the back. "Now come on, let's go out there and steal the show."

Despite everything, Matt managed a small smile back.

000

"And the winner of the Money in the Bank Ladder Match is Jeff Hardy!"

Jeff managed to lift the briefcase in triumph, despite the pain in his body from the many falls and crashes he had endured throughout the match. He plastered a smile on his face to keep from cringing in front of the fans as he tried to walk, not limp or stagger, up the ramp.

When he was finally backstage he headed straight for the trainer's room to get some ice on his achy joints. They first tested the movement in those joints to make sure nothing was broken or torn and then applied the ice and some ibuprofen. Luckily for Jeff, everything seemed to be just bashed up and bruised, but not broken or strained beyond capacity that would take more than a couple of days rest to heal

By the time he was finally cleared by the trainers, Wrestlemania practically over; only one more match to go between The Undertaker and Edge for the World Heavyweight Championship. Jeff slowly trudged back to his locker room, but no sooner had he entered the room and opened his bag when there was a knock at the door. He expected it to be Matt coming to congratulate him, however he found Triple H standing there.

"Congratulations," the larger man said softly.

Jeff managed a tired smile. "Thanks. Sorry to hear Randy managed to save his championship from you."

"Ugh. Don't remind me," Hunter groaned, entering the room even though Jeff had not officially invited him in.

Jeff folded his arms across his chest, knowing why Hunter was really here, so he decided to cut to the chase. "And you're looking for some 'comfort' aren't you?"

Hunter shrugged a little sheepishly. "Yeah…I could use some." When Jeff opened his mouth to protest, Triple H interrupted to explain further, "Look I know Matt's around, but could we do it in my room, behind closed and locked doors where there's no chance that he could randomly walk in and see us?"

Jeff was about to protest further with not only the Matt argument, but also the fact that he was exhausted and his body was in a lot of pain. However, he changed his mind when his eyes fell on the briefcase he had just won. If he was going to make a run for the title, being on the good side of Hunter would help make the way a little easier and a little less painful.

"All right," Jeff conceded.

Hunter looked back at him in surprise. He hadn't actually expected Jeff to agree so readily. He smiled and pulled Jeff to him, giving him a kiss on the lips, and wrapping his arms around the younger man's waist.

"Just let me have a few celebration drinks with Matt and my friends first and then I'll come up to your place." Jeff chuckled, resting his arms on Hunter's shoulders. "Besides, I'm a little more 'accepting' when I drunk, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do…" Hunter grinned, remembering Valentine's Day, when Jeff had been completely plastered, and practically begging for Hunter's attentions. "Just don't fall asleep on me this time."

Jeff snorted in amusement. "I give you permission to go ahead and bang me even if I'm passed out. Though go easy, I don't want wake up with a sore ass as well as a sore back."

Hunter laughed and kissed Jeff again on the lips.

"Down boy, we're not in your room yet." Jeff gently nudged Hunter's face away. "I'll see you later."

Hunter smirked and grabbed Jeff's hips and roughly jerked their groins against each other. "I'll be waiting…"

With that Hunter let the younger man go and strode over to the door. He grinned and winked at Jeff, before opening the door, almost running into Matt on his way out. The older Hardy brother gave Triple H a warning glare, before entering the room to congratulate his little brother on the victory.

Hunter couldn't help, but keep a grin on his face even with Matt's cold shouldering. Though Wrestlemania had not gone as well as he had wanted, he was actually looking forward to his evening with Jeff.

000

Well Matt knows about Jeff's little liaison with Hunter... and he's not happy...