Dreaming While You Sleep
Matt was pacing backstage. His match against John Cena had just finished and thanks to his usual underhanded tricks, he was victorious. Instead of his normal post-match celebration, he rushed into the back room and tried to reach Tom's cell. From the moment he'd left, he'd wondered if he'd made the right decision. After the voice mail kicked in for the fifth time, he gave up.
"I gotta get back." He mumbled "Something's wrong!"
"Tommy, are you sure we should be doing this?" Jeff moaned
"Call it therapy." Tom replied, taking his mouth from Jeff's collarbone and licking down his chest, causing him to moan louder. "But we'll have half the ward down here if you don't moan a little quieter."
Jeff was indeed nude under his gown, a fact Tom discovered rather quickly.
"Does little Jeffy want to play?" Tom asked, squeezing him softly.
"Or be played with." Jeff gasped, watching little Jeffy bob back and forth
"Your wish is my command." The fact that this might have been Jeff's plan all along never crossed Tom's mind as he took little Jeffy into his nice warm mouth.
Jeff licked his lips delicately, mirroring the sensation of Tom's mouth around his dick. He'd missed this. His relationship with Jack had never progressed beyond simple petting and the occasional hand job, neither of which Jack seemed to eager to reciprocate. Maybe he was just a star-fucker.
"Whoa, bro..." Jeff moaned "Slow down! Jeffy's not used to this attention!"
"I can tell." Tom smiled sweetly. Little Jeffy was bigger, thicker, and harder than Tom had ever seen. "But we don't know how much time we got. We might be interrupted before I'm done."
"Good point, dude." Jeff thrust his hips back in the direction of Tom's mouth. Tom opened wide, once more taking little Jeffy deep inside him. He sucked him quickly, wanting, no needing, to bring him to orgasm.
Just the feel of Tom on his cock was enough to send Jeff to rapture and no, we're not talking having another religious experience. Add suction to it and it was only seconds later that Jeff felt himself shooting.
"Fuck, dude." Tom swallowed most of it, but even he couldn't take all Jeff's load. "You've been that depressed?"
"Mm-hm." Jeff put his pouty face back on. "Not any more."
"You better put your gown back on, bro." Tom grabbed it from where he'd tossed it and threw it back at Jeff.
"I like being naked." Jeff responded
"Don't give them any reason to keep you locked up here any longer." Tom replied "If someone comes in and see you naked and me with white crap on my face, we'll both be locked up, and probably not here."
Jeff still looked disgusted at the thought of putting the gown back on.
"Well, I brought you some clothes and other stuff." Tom grabbed the tote bag and started rummaging inside. "Here... put these on. If you don't like them, don't blame me. Matt picked out your wardrobe." Tom tossed a pair of black jeans, boxer shorts, a green and purple shirt, and a pair of socks at Jeff, who dressed leisurely.
"Is that all you brought... clothes?" Jeff asked hopefully.
"Play your cards right, and you'll be outta here in time for Smackdown on Friday." Tom didn't want to spoil the surprise, but he knew what Jeff was asking.
"Oh..." Jeff looked sad.
"Yeah... there's nothing in here except shirts and underwear and... Bunny!" Tom extracted the soft furry animal and set her gently on top of the clothes.
"Bunny?... Bunny!" Jeff leaped across the bed and gathered her into his arms.
"It's sooo beautiful." Tom wiped away a fake tear from the corner of his eye.
"Thank-you." Now Jeff leaped at Tom, grabbing him in an embrace and dragging him onto the bed as well.
"Jeez, Jeff, a little less obtrusive." Tom laughed as Jeff rained a myriad of kisses on his face. "And how you can even think about frenching after I just sucked you dry is a mystery."
"I like to taste myself on other people. I am all sweet and gooey." Jeff giggled
"Now before you get us both in trouble, I really have to go." Tom hugged Jeff once more. Jeff didn't want to let go, but Tom forced him to. "Evan will send out a SWAT team if I don't get home soon."
A knock on the door. "Mr, Hardy, Jeff has another visitor."
"I was just on my way out." Expecting Matt, Tom was a little surprised when Jack walked into the room, and by that we mean Tyler, not Swagger.
Tom made only brief eye contact with Jack before he left the room.
"I'll be back tomorrow." Tom said "Probably with Matt."
"We don't want to tire him out too quickly. We still have a lot of work to do before we even consider releasing him." Fitzpatrick responded
"Whatever is best for Jeff... that's all any one of us wants."
Anyone...? Well, back into the room we go.
Jack looked around the room. "So, this is what you've been up to." He sneered.
Jeff curled up into a ball on the bed.
"I know why you did this." Jack laughed. "You just have to be the center of attention, don't you? Look at you, you're pathetic!"
A horrified look took over Jeff's face. What he wouldn't have given to have Tom back in the room.
"I don't know why I ever even considered hooking up with such a loser. Sitting there with a fuckin' stuffed rabbit, probably gonna start crying for his mommy... right, baby!" Jack bent over, grabbing Jeff's chin and forcing him to look right into his eyes.
"I am not a loser!" Jeff whispered
Jack cocked his head, like he'd just heard something very faint. "Did you say something?"
"I am not a loser." Jeff repeated, still very meekly.
"Face it, you always have been and always will be a loser. You can't even commit suicide!" Jack yelled right into Jeff's face. "The only thing you're good for is taking it up the ass! Don't bother denying it... I know who you've been doing while I was away!"
Despite trying to stay brave, Jeff began to bawl.
"Pussy." Jack turned to leave. "Once I'm done fucking you, I'm not gonna waste another moment with you."
Jeff's eyes widened. Was Jack seriously suggesting that they were gonna have sex?
"So, my little bitch. You're gonna take those pants off, spread your legs for me and let me have my way with you like the cheap slut you are!" Jack reached for his belt, unbuckling it, then working the snap on his pants.
"No!" Jeff croaked
"Did you say something, my little whore?" His zipper was open and Jeff saw that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His hard cock quivered in the open air, pointing directly at Jeff like a loaded gun.
"I said no!" Jeff kicked, connecting with Jack's right shin.
"You son of a bitch!" Jack pinned Jeff's arms down, digging dangerously into his wrists.
"Owie! You're hurting me!" Jeff screamed
"I could rip your stitches so fast, you'd be dead before anyone even knows your in trouble... is that what you want?" Jack's fingernails dug into the sensitive skin in Jeff's arms, bringing another scream out of him.
"No... imma be good. Please don't hurt me." Jeff whimpered
"Now get those pants off right now."
Crying hoarsely, Jeff reached for the button on his pants.
Tom was halfway out the main entrance when he realized he'd forgotten his jacket in Jeff's room.
"Shit." He mumbled "I'll pick it up tomorrow." Two steps outside and he realized that not having a coat was a bad idea. Tom went back inside, thankfully, because the unthinkable was happening several floors above.
The receptionist was at first unwilling to let Tom back in.
"He's still with his other guest." She said
"I just wanna grab my jacket."Tom explained "I'll be in and out in thirty seconds, I promise."
"Okay. Thirty seconds." Forgoing the signing-in procedure, Tom was taken back to Jeff's room.
"Are you going to let me in?" Tom asked
"The door isn't locked, sir. There are no locks on the inside."
"Then why can't I open it?" Tom queried
The nurse gave him a wimpy look and came over to the door herself. After she tried unsuccessfully to open it, her expression turned to one of concern.
"Security...Psych ward... stat!" She shouted over the intercom.
"They'll never get to you in time." Jack laughed, standing over Jeff, naked from the waist down. He was also partially nude. "Now to give you what you deserve!"
Security guards were on the scene in seconds. After a few failed tries to get the door open, one of them took out his side arm. Two shots blew the lock off the door and a swift kick splintered both it and the chair Jack had wedged to keep everyone out.
The guards pointed their weapons around the room, like they were expecting to find Jeff hanging from the ceiling. It was Tom who first saw the scene on the bed. Jack was pounding away at Jeff, it was like he didn't even realize there were other people in the room.
"Motherfucker!" Tom barreled through the guards and into Jack, shoulder first. He fell off the bed, uttering what sounded like it came from a decapitated chicken. He didn't even have time to cover up before Tom took it to him, not caring that he was beating the hell out of a guy with his pants down.
"If you ever even think about coming near my little brother again, you'll be sucking you meals out of a straw for the rest of your life!" Tom was punching Jack as hard as anyone in his life. Blood flew from Jack's nose, tears from Tom's eyes.
Jack didn't answer. He was unconscious, but Tom either didn't realize that or didn't care or a combination of both. Punch after punch landed on Jack's face.
Once the two guards were absolutely certain that no one was trying to hang themselves, which took all of about ten seconds, they stepped over and pulled Tom away from Jack's body.
Tom struggled to free himself, and looked like he was gonna fight the guards when he heard a very tiny voice.
"Tommy...?" Jeff held his arms out in front of him.
Tom's rage melted. In seconds, he was hugging Jeffro tightly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He apologized over and over and over, tears streaming down his face in tiny rivers. Jeff soon started crying as well and the brothers sobbed together for several minutes, holding onto each other like they were the last two people on earth.
The guards carried the unconscious form of Jack outside. The receptionist, who only minutes earlier had been reluctant to let Tom back into the room, smiled warmly. "Stay as long as you want. I'll clear it with doctor Fitzpatrick." She closed the door as best she could.
"Jeffro, I'm sorry." Tom continued to apologize to Jeff and cry into his neck.
"Tommy, it's okay." Jeff patted his brother's hair, trying to calm him down.
Tom finally took his head off Jeff's neck. Jeff saw something that he'd never seen before. Behind Tom's eyes, he saw a look of total helplessness and lack of control.
"It's not okay." Tom hiccuped.
"Tommy, you're hurt." Jeff gently cupped Tom's bloody left hand in his. Eight of his knuckles were busted open and Jeff was willing to bet that at least two of them were broken. He kissed the wounds gently, not minding the coppery taste that was Tom's blood.
"Jeff." Tom cringed when Jeff's beard scraped across one of the deeper wounds.
"Sorry." Jeff looked like he was going to start crying again. "I don't ever wanna hurt you again."
Tom looked down at Jeff. The young man's eyes were shining with admiration and awe.
"Jeff, if that doesn't prove that I still love you, despite all the shit you've put me through over the last few weeks, then nothing will."
Tom gathered the rest of Jeff's clothes and helped him get dressed again. Jeff seemed to be alright, but still seemed a little skittish about being touched down there.
"Mr. Hardy, could we have a word with you?" One of the guards returned.
"Are you going to be alright by yourself for a few minutes?" Tom asked
"Y-y-yes..." Jeff's eyes flicked around the room, finally landing on Bunny, whom he gathered into his arms. Hopefully she wasn't too traumatized.
Tom walked into the hallway where he was met by Dr. Fitzpatrick, two orderlies, the hospital's head of security and three local cops, none of whom looked very impressed.
"Something I can do for you?" He asked, somewhat spooked by the manpower.
"What happened in there?" The chief cop demanded.
"I should think it was obvious." Tom responded
"Humor us."
"I went back in to get my jacket and I saw Jeff, half-naked on the bed, with the other guy on top of him. Why??? What's he saying?"
"Nothing. He's dead."
"Dead?" Tom repeated "How?"
"We don't know yet. The coroner is just staring her investigation. Which is why we need to get your version of what happened right away before people start asking all sorts of questions."
"What more can I tell you? It sure looked like Jeff didn't want what was happening to happen."
"Could it have been consensual?" The cop asked
"Even though relations of that sort are against hospital policy." Fitzpatrick added "Especially up here."
"Maybe, but that doesn't explain barricading the door from the inside. He didn't want to be interrupted, that's for sure." Tom answered "You could always ask Jeff."
"Are you through here?" The orderly who had remained with Jeff asked through the hole in the door. "Jeff's askin' for his brother."
Tom looked at the doctor hopefully.
"For now. There will be a full investigation, but I think it's pretty clear what happened." Security Chief Miller replied "We will need to speak to Jeff at some point."
"He's here for another three days. I'm sure we can arrange something." Fitzpatrick stated
"Not if I can help it." Tom mumbled on his way back inside.
"How are you doing, little brother?"
"I wanna go home... I don't like it here anymore." Jeff whined "Tommy, take me home?"
"I wish I could, Jeffy, but they're still worried that you're gonna hurt yourself again and end up right back here."
"I won't! I promise!" Jeff yelled
"I'll see what I can do..."
"Please... I don't want Jack coming back!"
"Jeff, I assure you Jack will not be coming back here." Tom answered. Let his shrink tell him the whole story at some point. Tom had a bad feeling this wasn't over by a long shot.
Matt's nervousness when he'd arrived at the arena had increased ten fold by the time his match with Cena was over. Being unable to reach Tom via cell phone had only made it worse. Even Mr. McMahon could see that Matt was running on fumes.
"Hardy, my office."
"Right away, Mr. McMahon." Barely staying awake, Matt prepared himself for a verbal whipping. His match had not been up to standards that's for sure.
"Matt, I do appreciate you making the effort, but I am sure you'll agree with me when I tell you that this cannot continue." McMahon said, pulling out the WWE itinerary.
"Vince, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Matthew, if you don't leave here immediately and take of your family troubles, it will. How much time do you think you'll need?" Neither Vince nor Matt knew how bad things had gotten.
"I dunno. Jeff's only supposed to be in the hospital for three days." Matt replied
"Since Randy is once more Champion, I am ordering you back to Los Angeles. Jeff needs you and Tom more than I do." Vince showed some sympathy, completely out of character for "Mr. McMahon".
"But..."
"I will be talking to Tom as well at the next ECW television taping. Once you three get Jeff's life back together, then you're all welcome to come back to work full-time."
Matt slunk down in his chair, relieved.
"Now get outta my office!" Vince shouted jokingly.
Matt left, still dog-tired but at least a little less stressed. He quickly changed and left for the airport, still not having a clue what was going on miles away. He tried Tom's cell one more time and got his voice mail again. Frustrated, he tried the next best thing... he called the house, hoping that Evan was awake.
"Hey, Matt." It sounded like he had just gotten up.
"Have you heard anything?" Matt asked
"Uh... " Evan had indeed talked to Tom, not five minutes ago, and was unsure what he should do. Tom had indicated that he would talk to Matt as soon as he could, but Tom hadn't counted on Matt calling the house.
"Evan, did something happen?" Matt demanded
"I thought Tom was gonna call you." Evan replied
"I was in a meeting with Mr. McMahon. Now tell me what happened?"
"Are you sitting down?" Evan asked
"Just fuckin' tell me what happened, Bourne!" Matt screamed, ignoring the stares from the other drivers.
"I don't know the whole story. All I know is Jack went to the hospital and apparently attacked your brother..."
"What!" Matt shouted, almost losing control of the car. "What do you mean attacked???"
"Tom mentioned the r-word." Evan sighed
"Rape? That son-of-a-bitch raped my brother! I'll kill him!" Matt dug his fingers into the steering wheel.
"That's all Tom told me." Evan answered
"If you talk to him, tell him I'm on my way back."
"You tell him. He said he wasn't sure what time your show ended, but he was gonna call you sometime tonight." Evan told him. "So, I won't tie up your line in case he is trying to reach you."
"Thanks, man. I appreciate the info." As Matt was hanging up, his call waiting beeped.
"Tom?"
"Hey, Matty." Tom sounded tired.
"I heard, bro. I just finished talking to Evan. How bad is it?" Matt whispered
"Well, Jeff is holding up, but I'm in a little bind." Tom chuckled. A little bind was not how the legal community would see it.
"Yeah, Evan told me you did a number on him."
"Yeah, well, I sorta lied to Evan. I did more than a number on Jack. I killed him." Tom answered
Matt gasped. "I'm sure once Jeff tells his side of the story to police, everything will be fine."
"I hope so." Tom exhaled slowly. "So, how'd the show go?"
"Terrible." Matt answered "I shoulda stayed with you and Jeff, man. I'm on my way to the airport now."
"I'm just taking care of a couple things here then Jeff and I are going home."
"Home? I thought he was..."
"Do you really think I'm gonna let them keep Jeff in that hospital for one second longer given what just happened?" Tom replied "I told them I would be responsible for him. Now I just gotta work that around work."
"Don't sweat that, man. Vince has already given me whatever time I need to take care of Jeff and I assume he's gonna do the same for you whenever he sees you next." Matt answered
"Wow! Compassion from Mr. McMahon." Tom whistled "Are you sure that wasn't an alien?"
"Dunno. It was kinda creepy. I dunno when I'll get into L.A. though."
"Whenever. Just stop by the house. I'm sure Jeff will be enthralled to see you."
"Anyway, I'll see you when I get there." Matt said
"Later, bro." Tom hung up when Jeff and the shrink approached.
"While I do not agree with taking Jeff home, I applaud your motives. Should you need anything, call my office." Fitzpatrick handed Tom his card.
"Thanks, doc. We will."
"I have given Jeff a prescription. Have it filled and make sure he takes it. It should calm his anxiety."
"Okay. You ready Jeff?"
"Mm-hm." Jeff bounced from foot to foot, like he was getting ready to go out and entertain his fans. Tom put his arm across Jeff's shoulders. To Tom's relief, Jeff didn't mind the contact.
In the parking lot, Jeff snuggled into his seat.
"Tommy?" He asked
"What Jeffro?" Tom asked, starting the car.
"I love you." Jeff closed his eyes, sighing loudly.
"I love you too. Now let's go home."
TBC
Jack's out of the way, now Jeff can love whomever he wants, assuming Evan won't mind... interesting angle beginneth!