Steam
Matt Hardy loved his bed. Whether it was the one in his home or in a hotel room somewhere, he always enjoyed wrapping himself in blankets and cocooning for hours on end. Although he hadn't had someone to cocoon with on a regular basis for many months, he still cherished the quiet time he could spend alone with his thoughts. It helped him gain perspective. What he hated was someone calling him before he was ready to face the day, even though that was sometimes not until three in the afternoon, even if that someone was his brother Jeff.
"How'd it go?" He asked groggily. Jeff had left a note for Matt so he wouldn't be surprised to come back to an empty room, though why he'd agreed to share with Jeff and Jack was still unclear. Their frenzied lovemaking every night was not only interfering with his sleeping, it was giving him really vibrant wet dreams. If he awoke with his own cum all over himself one more time he was gonna get rid of them both.
"Matty, I'm coming back tonight." Jeff's voice hitched. "Alone."
That last word sent a shiver down Matt's back. "Jeffro, what happened?"
"Jack and I had a fight." Jeff sighed and Matt could almost see him trying to hold it together wherever he was. "He says he can't trust me anymore."
"Well can you blame him?" Matt answered "After all, you waited almost four months to tell Tom that you had found someone else."
"I know..." Jeff sighed "Why do I always fuck things up?"
"Now Jeff, you don't always fuck things up. Just most of the time." The laughter Matt had been expecting didn't come. "Sorry, Jeffro that was uncalled for. Raw is still in town until tomorrow night, so if you need a bed for the night, you're quite welcome to stay with me. How soon will you be back?"
"In about five seconds."
Matt heard a familiar beep as Jeff swiped himself in.
With no time to get dressed, and still in that annoying habit of sleeping in only his socks, Matt bundled himself in the blankets and waited for Jeff to find him.
"You still in bed?" Jeff chided
"Only because you didn't give me enough time to get dressed and right now, I don't think seeing big brother naked is high on your priorities." Matt burrowed deeper under the covers.
"Brother, yes but big... that's open for debate." Jeff smirked, pulling on his hair.
"Man, you must be hurting. That's the most cliched you've ever been." Again Matt tried to make Jeff laugh and again it failed.
"You dunno anything, bro." Jeff dropped on the foot of the bed and stared forlornly at Matt.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" Matt asked
"Fuck dude, I wanna get some sleep. I have been awake for almost thirty-six hours." As if to prove this, Jeff yawned, seductively stretching his body like a cat.
"I ain't getting up for a few hours." Matt yawned contagiously.
"Cool. Then I'm gonna crash." Jeff began to disrobe. It was only after he'd removed his jeans did Matt realize what Jeff's intentions were... he wanted to crash in Matt's bed.
"Jeff, there isn't enough room for both of us." Matt said, partially wanting to just get back to sleep and partially wanting to spend such close quarters with Jeff. Since their threesomes some months ago, Matt had been wondering if there was any chance to get with Jeff. With Tom gone, maybe now was his best if not only opportunity to find out.
"If you didn't hog all the space there would be." Jeff pulled off his boxers. "Shove."
Matt slid over enough to allow his not-so-little brother to climb in. There was only the briefest of contact when Jeff's leg brushed against Matt's, but that was enough to send a bolt of electricity right to his groin.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Matt asked
"Matty, can I get some sleep first?" Jeff complained "I'm really tired."
"Yeah, bro. Whenever you want to talk..."
"Matty, shhh!" Jeff turned his head. "Skittles wanna sleep."
"Okay, Skittles. Sleep well."
"Doubt it but thanks for the thought, bro. At least someone cares about me." Jeff said and soon his deep breathing showed just how tired he was.
"Yeah, Jeffro. Someone does." Matt let his mind wander and he was soon fast asleep as well.
Several cities away, Tom was just coming too. He was extremely sore. He'd fallen asleep in the back of a Ford Mustang Convertible, something he didn't do very often as well as having a male on top of him also asleep. This happened slightly more frequently.
"Ohhh, fuck." Tom groaned, gently massaging the ebony hair of his bed-mate.
"Mmmm." Evan moaned to the touch. He opened his eyes and shivered again. "'S'cold."
"Yeah, I had to turn off the heater so I wouldn't kill the battery." Tom stretched his arms and looked at his watch. It was almost eight. Hopefully, someone would arrive at the arena to let them in soon.
"Mmm..." Evan curled up on Tom's chest. "What time is it?"
"Almost eight, sleepyhead. Time to get up."
"I don't wanna get up." Evan snuggled closer. "I like it here."
"But we have to." Tom tried lifting the sleeping man off him, but lifting almost one hundred and ninety pounds first thing in the morning wasn't easy or possible given their current positions.
"Arena's not open yet... lemme sleep."
"Evan... alright, if you're gonna be difficult..." Tom reached under the heavy blanket and found a sensitive spot that he'd become quite familiar with over the past six hours.
Evan's eyes flew open at the touch and he hissed in a breath. "Tom, not again... I came three times last night, isn't that enough?"
"Wake up." Tom continued to massage Evan, causing one part of him to stir to attention.
Evan's eyes closed as the good feelings soon overrode the soreness from the previous night's exertions.
"I will." Evan's lips parted slightly and his tongue licked them, leaving them moist and glistening. "Eventually."
"Eventually is now." With a loud grunt, Tom pushed Evan off. He flopped sideways and Tom pounced on him. "How would you feel if you were sleeping underneath me and I refused to move?"
"Okay I'm awake." Evan said. Banging his head off the window cleared his mind of all drowsiness and replaced with a similar amount of pain.
"Good..." Tom looked over at Evan, a smile coming to his mouth. "Three times, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"Wanna try for four?"
It had been at least fifteen years since Matt had shared a bed with Jeff. Not that he didn't mind when he had to, but it was a little thing called puberty that sort of killed the fun they'd had in their younger days as well as Jeff's habit of thrashing about when he was having a really scary or really hot dream. Matt remembered this part vividly when he was suddenly jerked awake with a slap.
"Ow!" Matt shouted
"I'm sorry..." Jeff mumbled
"That's okay. I have to get up... already?" Matt looked beside him. Jeff was still fast asleep.
"I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say... I fucked up! I still love you!" Jeff's voice rose an octave when he said the last four words.
Jeff was dreaming of Jack. Matt understood, or at least he thought he did until...
"Please Tommy I made a mistake... I do love you." Jeff screamed ten times louder than during any nightmare that Matt could recall.
"Tommy!!!!!!!"
"Jeffers! Wake up!" Concerned over his brother's well-being, Matt tried to shake him awake. He'd seen this once before and that was twenty-some years ago, right after their mother had died. That had been his first, and thankfully only, experience with Jeff's night terrors. Until now, that is.
Matt's mind raced, trying to remember what he'd been told to do if it ever happened again. He could almost hear his Dad's voice all those years ago.
"Now, Matthew," His father had taken him aside after the cause of Jeff's night terror had been diagnosed. "if this happens again, I need to know that you'll be able to take care of your brother. Now what should you do?"
"Hold him gently and don't try to shake him or wake him up." Matt responded solemnly.
"And?"
"Let him wake up on his own and make sure there's something to comfort him when he does."
"Does Jeff still have that rabbit your ma bought him?" Gil asked
"Yes, sir." Matt had replied "Jeff never goes anywhere without Bunny."
"God bless yer mother Matthew... she knew what she was doing." Gil hugged his eldest son.
A tear trickled down Matt's cheek as he recalled that scene so many years ago. Jeff suddenly bolted upright, letting out a blood-curdling scream.
"Shhh..." Matt embraced Jeff softly. "Jeffro, I'm here." He cooed. He looked around, for Jeff's stuffed rabbit and thankfully she was nearby. He placed the plush toy into Jeff's trembling hands and waited for the terror to abate.
"Matty? What happened? Where am I?"
"You were having a nightmare." Matt whispered softly into Jeff's ear. "But you're safe now."
Jeff squeezed Bunny tightly, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Where is he?"
"Where is who... Jack?" Matt answered
"No, I want Tommy." Jeff whined "Jack doesn't trust me anymore."
Matt put on his best shocked expression. "Is that what the fight was about?"
"When he found out that Tommy and I were a couple, he flipped out. He started yelling at me about if there's no trust in a relationship, then maybe there shouldn't be one."
"Then what happened?"
"Then nothing. I packed when we got back and left."
"I told you that jumping into this thing with Jack was only gonna get you hurt." Matt responded "If you listened to your elders more often, you wouldn't be running from one problem to another."
"Matt, I don't want a fuckin' lecture right now." Jeff pushed out of Matt's hug. "I did not come here for another 'Jeff, you screwed up again' speech."
"Did you get a chance to talk to Tommy when you were in Atlanta?"
"Barely." Jeff muttered
"Maybe he's gotten over your betrayal and moved on... there might still be a chance to get back with him?"
"I doubt it. He's already found someone." Jeff's eyes narrowed at thoughts of whom Tommy had found to replace him.
"Who?" Matt asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
"Evan." Jeff stated
"Bourne?" Matt asked "Whoa!"
"Yeah, whoa is right." Jeff stared at Bunny. "I guess I'm back to where I started. I got nobody again."
"C'mere." Matt gathered Jeff back into his arms. "I'm gonna give you some advice, which right now is all I can do. You need to stop taking the same risks you do in the ring when you are dealing with things outside. You tend to tell people only what you think they want to hear, then when the rest of the story comes out, it makes you look like you're hiding something."
"Matty, I..."
"I'm not finished." Matt shushed him. "You like saying that as long as you live your life being honest to yourself, you don't care what other people think. I think you do. End of lecture."
"Matt, if you were me, what would you do?" The question shocked Matt. Jeff was not the kind of person who listened to lectures from anyone, whether it was he, Gil, or even J.R. hence the suspensions. And to Matt's knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever asked for advice on a personal matter.
"What would I do, Jeff?" Matt repeated the question.
"Yeah, Matty. Get yourself off your pedestal for a second and tell me what you would do if you were in my spot. You always seem to have a grip on things, what would you do if your love life was in shambles...?"
"Well, Jeffers, I would find the one person that I knew loved me the most and I would do whatever it takes to get back into his, or her arms." Matt answered, giving Jeff his warmest smile. "There is someone out there that wants you. It's up to you to find out who it is."
"I think I already know." Jeff looked up at Matt, all traces of his fear gone. "And thank-you..."
"You don't have to thank me." Matt replied "I'm just looking out for my little brother... someone has to, but Jeff this is all on you."
"I know. But I don't wanna keep goin' cross country and end up hurtin' even more."
"You don't have to..."
"What do you mean?"
"ECW and Smackdown are doing a joint show in a couple of days. Tom will be there. You can talk to him then." Matt suggested "Tell him how you feel."
"But what if he won't listen to me?" Jeff protested "What if he wants to stay with Evan?"
"If you want Tommy back that badly, I'm sure you'll find a way to make him understand." Matt answered "Just remember bro, you hurt him real bad so don't expect everything to go back the way they were right away. He's still your brother, but he may not want the rest."
Jeff passed by catering, anxiously waiting for Tom to arrive at the arena.
"What's taking him so long?" he asked
"Dunno, Rainbow." Edge passed by and started loading his plate. "Maybe his flight out of Pearson got delayed?"
Tom and Evan were in Toronto for a taping of Superstars where they had faced the team of Y2J and Dolph Ziggler, both of whom were also making the flight.
"Dude, is there somethin' goin' on that you wanna talk about?" Edge asked "You haven't been yaself, if you know what I'm sayin'."
"Thanks Addy, but I don't think you can help much. I fucked up and I gotta find a way outta this."
Edge frowned slightly. It was not being called Addy that bothered him, but Jeff's whole demeanor.
"Okay, Jeffro." Edge said "But you know where my locker room is if you need anything."
Jeff watched Edge walk away. "Thanks Adam. I know what I need to do." He lingered around the catering area until about five minutes before the show started when he heard a voice he recognized.
"I dunno where he is, Tiffany."
"Well, he better get here soon. This is unacceptable." She replied
"Yeah, and I got a match with him."
"Zack, if he's not here in twenty, I'll give you the rest of the night off." Tiffany smiled. "You can woo woo woo somewhere else instead of hangin' around here."
Jeff smiled. He had an idea. After Tiffany had left, Zack stopped by catering for a snack.
"I hear you got some time to kill, Ryder." Jeff smiled
"Huh? Well, if that brother of yours doesn't show up soon, my night is ruined. I could've been out making the ladies die and the men cry." He answered
"You're gonna be stuck here for half an hour anyway, and since we're both waiting for the same guy, why don't we" Jeff lowered his voice. "go somewhere and I'll show you woo woo woo."
Zack gulped nervously. "If you're trying to make Tom jealous, you're doin' it all fuckin' wrong... like he's gonna care..."
"Don't worry, I'll make him care." Jeff grabbed a bottle of water from the table and poured it over his head. It trickled down his body, plastering his white wife beater to his chest; making for a very erotic picture. "So are you in or not?"
"Jeff, I'm not sure..." Ryder tried to play it cool, but the more he thought about it, the less he cared about Jeff's motivation.
"Yes, you are." Jeff grabbed Zack's arm and pulled him into an empty room, closing the door behind him. Before he could even utter his trademark, Jeff was kneeling in front of him, tugging his trunks down and gripping him tightly.
Watching Jeff expertly work him, Zack responded with several hard thrusts into Jeff's waiting mouth.
"You like that, dontcha?" He gasped
Jeff pulled out and smiled at Zack. "You know it." He went back to work, bringing Ryder to the edge faster than any woman ever had. "You want my ass, Ryder, 'coz I'll give it to you." Jeff dropped his pants and spread himself wide, using his fingers to open himself up for Zack's hardness.
"You know it." Ryder repeated and grabbed Jeff's hips, positioning himself at his tight entrance.
"Then do it." Jeff thrust back as Zack thrust forward, entering Jeff completely first time.
Jeff was so hot, so tight, and so wet that he almost exploded right off the bat.
"Fuck me hard, Zack.." Jeff groaned "Fuck me like the bitch I am."
The two pounded each other like a couple of horny rhinoceroses, their moaning getting louder with each passing thrust. Anyone walking past the door could clearly hear what was going on inside.
"God, why is it always my flight?" Tom complained, sprinting down the corridor, followed by Evan, Jericho, and Ziggler.
"Maybe some assclown doesn't like you." Chris answered
"Fuck you, Irvine." Tom responded, anxiously looking around for someplace to change, but this being a dual-branded show, space was at a premium. Finally, he just grabbed a random door and opened it. It just happened to be the door to the room that Jeff and Ryder were still fucking in.
"I'm gonna cum Jeff."
"Me too... fuck me harder!"
"Oh yesss..." With a loud groan, Ryder suddenly pulled out, and with a few quick strokes, emptied his load onto Jeff's lower back.
"Finish me off." Jeff begged
"You know it..." Ryder spun Jeff around and took his dick deep. He was only sucking for a few seconds at most before Jeff came, shouting "Tommy!" as he filled Ryder's mouth with his seed.
"Well, at least I know where my opponent is." Tom was completely unphased by this show. The same could not be said for the other three who were completely engrossed by the show. Jericho even had his fly open and was rubbing himself through his shorts.
"Ryder, when you're ready I think we need to go over our match." Tom said
Zack looked up, his face red from either getting caught, getting caught with Jeff, or just from the exertions.
"And Jeff, if you wanted to talk to me, I guess now is probably not a good time." Tom grabbed his bag and set off to find someplace to change.
"Shit!" Ryder swore, pulling up his trunks and running out of the room. "Tom, wait up!"
"What the hell was all that about?" Evan demanded "On second thought, I don't think I want to know."
Ryder eventually found Tom, changing in the men's bathroom.
"Dude, I am so fuckin' sorry." Ryder apologized
"For what?" Tom asked, pulling his ring clothes out of his bag.
"For y'know... doing Jeff." Ryder stared at the floor.
"Zack, didn't you know? Jeff and I are no longer together. I'm sorta with Evan right now." Tom answered "So who or what he does is his own business."
"No, I didn't." Ryder replied
"So if you want to bump uglies with Jeff or whomever, that's fine with me." Tom stated, quickly dressing for battle.
"Cool." Ryder answered
The pair left the bathroom. On their way back to the locker room, they passed the room where Ryder and Jeff had done it. There were stranger noises coming from inside. Tom opened the door, looked in, then closed it quickly.
"Everything okay?" Ryder asked
"Yeah." Tom responded "Jeff's blowing Ziggler, and Chris has his cock shoved up his ass. Everything's fine."
Ryder and Tom laughed, walking back toward catering. They still had a match to prepare for.
TBC
Jeff's messed up. Just how badly, we'll find out.