Don't Stop Believing

Tom leaned against his locker, wondering what the hell he'd been thinking, proposing to Jeff like that! His own brother, for fuck's sake! Tonight might work out, but next week's show was in Mobile, Alabama... the heart of the bible belt and being a recently-out superstar guaranteed a hostile reaction. But admitting to an incestuous relationship just prior... Tom might as well wear a sign saying 'shoot me'.

Even Tiffany was unsure what to make of it. She greeted Tom, hands on her hips, with the words "That was, um... unexpected."

"Sorry, but I am sick of living a lie." Tom answered

"You know that announcement is not going to be very popular with a lot of people." Tiffany replied "You know the schedule for the next month, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." Tom answered

"And I can't pull you from the card. You've been announced."

"I don't expect you to." Tom responded "But this is something I had to do."

"You got a set." Christian dropped down beside Tom.

"Either that or a death wish." His eyes closed, Tom attempted to put what he'd just done into words. "Jay, have you ever done something that was so wrong, but just felt so right?"

"Not like that, dude." Jay stated

"Yeah, me neither." Tom answered, waiting for Evan to return. Oh, did I forget to mention, that right after Jeff said yes, Evan jumped Tom? This was the set-up for Tom and Christian's match later that night, assuming that the crowd didn't riot.

"I don't judge. But if things get out of control, I can only do so much."

"Dude, I ain't worried about tonight. It's next week that bothers me." Tom peered at Jay through one eye. "Y'know, the show in Mobile."

"Ooh, yeah." Jay whistled "Fun?"

"Yeah." Tom stretched and grabbed his gear. "I guess I better get ready."

"What do you want to do with this match?" Jay asked

"What's the finish?" Tom asked

"You're putting me over. "Jay replied

"Well, how about something like this...?"

"Here is your winner... Christian!"

The match had gone by the script and Tom became just another victim (thanks Taz) to the Killswitch. Lying on the mat, Tom wondered if it had hurt as much when it was called the Unprettier, but this thought took a backseat when he realized how deathly quiet the arena had gotten. The fans couldn't have left that quickly, could they?

Tom stood, and looked around. The crowd was still there, but they were all staring at him. Quickly turning; Tom expected something to be coming at him from the crowd, and didn't want to be blindsided, he heard a lone person clapping.

He looked in the direction of where he heard it. It was Matt, applauding rhythmically. Jeff soon joined in, still looking a little shocked, and that was all it took for the entire crowd to start clapping, cheering, and whistling.

Tom put his hand over his chest and bowed to the each side of the arena, his eyes starting to water. I guess ECW does have a different kind of fan base. They continued to applaud the entire time Tom was heading back up the aisle, it building to a crescendo. It was reminiscent of Ric Flair's send off a while back. He tried to stay in character, but he couldn't hold it in. He quickly went backstage before the capacity crowd saw a complete breakdown.

If out front was unexpected, then Tom was really in for a shock when he got offstage. The entire ECW locker room was waiting for him, and most of them were giving him the exact same reaction.

"Fuck..." Tom did lose it, and this time he wasn't ashamed to let his feelings show.

The ECW roster being the smallest of the three, it was a closer family than either Raw's or Smackdown's. It appeared that everyone was present, but upon closer looking, one man was conspicuously absent. It came as no surprise, at least not to Tom, than Evan wasn't around. Maybe he was holding some resentment for the way their relationship had ended. From reading his letter, and Tom had several times before it found a permanent home in the trash, Tom had come to the conclusion that Evan had felt forced out by Jeff's recent problems.

Regardless of what he, or Evan, thought, Tom started working his way through the crowd. After that night, he really wanted to grab a shower, get changed, and go to a bar, preferably with his soon-to-be partner.

"Dude, I don't know what you were thinkin', but that was fuckin' stupid!" Evan was leaning against the door, expressions of disbelief, confusion, and anger combined on his face. He shook his head and walked away before Tom could respond, leaving him standing there with his own stupid expression on his mug.

"Holy downer!" Helms walked past. "Don't let him get to you. He's got issues."

"Yeah, they're involving me which is the problem." Tom replied

"If he can't handle rejection, it's not your fault." Shane and Tom both watched Evan's back get smaller.

"Huh? He broke up with me." Tom answered

"Oh, sorry. I assumed you broke up with him."

"Nah, dude. He gave me the 'dear Tom' letter. Didn't even have the balls to do it to my face." Tom continued to watch Evan's trail, even after he was out of sight.

"Weak sauce, dude. You want me to tear into him next week?"

"Don't worry about me. Evan did me a favor." Tom answered "He helped me understand a lot."

"You look much happier."

"I am, believe it or not. I just wish there was someone around to share it with..."

"Tommy!" A familiar voice screeched seconds before a blond-haired beauty jumped at Tom.

"Jeffro!" Tommy squealed back, devouring his lips with a kiss.

"Have fun you two." Helms clapped them both on the shoulders and walked away, smiling to himself. He'd known since day one that Jeff and Jack was nothing more than a fling.

Tom ravaged Jeff's mouth. He put so much force behind his kiss that Jeff was pushed backwards. If there had been a wall or something behind him, Jeff would not have ended up flat on his back on Tiffany's desk, with Tom all over him.

"Uh, Tommy, here?" Jeff asked timidly.

"Why not?" Tom grinned anxiously. "Now that we're a couple, I wanna make it official."

"Tommy, I know you want to be protected, but 'safe sex' doesn't mean doing it in the boss' office." Jeff pushed Tommy away. He fell into a potted plant.

"Storage closet?" Tom gasped, brushing dirt off his arms and standing the palm upright.

"Tommy, no..."

"You're turning down sex?" Tom blinked twice at being rebuked. "From a guy who's hand more hands up him than the Muppets, forgive me if I find this hard to believe."

"We're together now officially." Jeff responded "And I want our first time as a couple to be special..."

"Fine." Tom moaned, willing the blood to flow to some other part of his anatomy than the one it was. "Let me shower and change and then you can tell me how you want tonight to go."

Tom prayed that Jeff's idea of special would not involve the spending of many dollars. If it did, hopefully all the dollars in question would not be Tom's.

While in the shower, Tom reflected. He'd been doing a lot of that lately, especially since Evan had terminated their relationship. Jeff had said yes, but what exactly did that mean? Were they going to have a ceremony? If so, where? Would their families accept them? What was going to happen once ECW arrived in Alabama? These, and many more questions just made his head spin, so Tom decided to stop thinking for a second and focus on the hot water running down his back.

"What are you worrying about?"

Tom spun around.

"What are you doing here?"

'Just checkin' on you. You've been showering for almost half-an-hour. Jeff's going crazy waiting for you." Through the mist, Tom could barely make Matt out, leaning nonchalantly against a pillar in the middle of the showers.

"Tell him I'll be out in ten minutes." Tom answered, twisting the off knob a little too hard. It came off in his hand, and a horizontal jet of water sprayed across the room.

"Oops!" Tom quickly got the knob replaced. "That was close."

"Too close." Matt sounded well, drippy. The spray had hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him over. As he slid to his feet, completely soaked, he looked at Tom. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you did that on purpose."

"If your first name was Jeff, I could maybe say yes as an excuse to get your clothes off, but..." Tom started laughing at Matt's expression. "I'm sorry, bro..." the rest of his apology was drowned out by peals of laughter. Tom tried to stop, but every time he looked at Matt, he broke into fresh gales.

"This isn't funny." Matt pulled off his shirt and wrung it out. "I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"I know. " Tom said "But you look so funny!" He held onto the wall, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"What's so funny?" Obviously tired of waiting for either Matt or Tom to come out, Jeff had come in to investigate. He raised his eyebrows and the sight of Matt soaked, pouring water out of his shoes while Tom was leaning against the shower wall, naked, holding his sides.

"Tommy busted a pipe." Matt squeezed water from both his socks and threw them aside. "Dammit, I got water everywhere." Even his pants pockets were filled with water. He started emptying them onto the floor.

"Y'know, Matt, I really am sorry, but don't you think that's it unfair that Jeff is the only person who isn't wet?" Tommy finally stopped laughing enough and looked at his brothers.

"D'you remember how you broke that pipe?" Matt asked trying to get as much water out of his trousers as he could. He looked ridiculous, standing there in his underwear.

"Yeah, I do." Tom reached for the knob. "Grab him!"

"Matty, what are you..." Jeff's eyes widened when he realized what Matt had planned. "Fuck that, Imma gettin' outta here."

Jeff ran for the door, but he was blocked by Tom.

"Oh crap!" Jeff turned and there was Matt, now completely naked, an evil grin on his face.

"You do have a choice.." Matt's eyes shone with anticipation.

"Oh yeah?" Jeff pouted, hands on hips.

"Clothes on or off." Matt and Tom backed Jeff toward the stalls. Like Matt, Jeff hadn't brought a change of clothing.

"Tommy..." Jeff whined

"You said you wanted our first time as a couple to be special." Tom answered "And since neither Tiffany's office nor the closet was special enough for you, it's either here or in the middle of the ring."

"I meant romantic. Y'know, like underneath the Hollywood sign, or at the top of the Eiffel Tower, not in the shower." Jeff backpedaled.

"Aren't showers romantic?" Tom asked. Matt shrugged. "Amy and I used to do it all the time in the shower."

"Not at the arena, though." Jeff said defiantly.

"Jeffers' has a point." Tom said

"See?" Jeff stuck his tongue out at Matt.

"But I'm too horny to care." With a triumphant yell, Tom slung Jeff over his shoulder and carried him, protesting, into the steaminess.

"Hey, Matty." Tom shouted over Jeff's yells as Tom quickly stripped him down.

"What bro?"

"You're quite welcome to join us." This was followed by Jeff's yells suddenly being cut off. Something had been stuck in his mouth.

Matt shrugged, then came over to the pair, whose mouths were locked together. If they'd both worn braces, they might never come apart. At Matt's approach. Tom and Jeff separated, only to pull Matt into a three-way kiss.

"Uh, aren't the guys gonna need the showers soon?" Jeff asked, briefly pulling away from the others.

"They might, if there wasn't an out of order sign on the door." Tom answered "Didn't you hear... a pipe just exploded, and" looking down "I think a couple more might go soon." He knelt on the slippery floor and took both Matt and Jeff's semi-hard cocks into his mouth, sucking them both to full erectness.

The feeling of Tom's tongue as well as each other's slick members rubbing against each other was intense. Tom reached behind him and turned on the water, hoping to drown out their moans. It didn't help a whole lot, as the group of wrestlers who were leaning against the wall, listening to every grunt, moan, and gasp would attest to.

"Damn! Sounds like the water main ain't the only thing that went up." Shelton Benjamin whispered.

"Ten bucks says one of them comes out wearing a wrong piece of clothing." Charlie Haas replied

"You're on." They shook hands and went back to listening.

In the shower, Tom suddenly had a devious idea. Letting both their cocks fall out, he grinned at his two brothers. "Let's see which one of you comes first... whoever does, loses."

"What does the winner get?" Matt asked

"My ass." Tom answered "The loser gets my dick shoved in theirs."

Matt laughed. "I got this one. Sorry Jeffro, it might be my only chance."

Jeff pouted.

Tom grabbed their dicks, one to a hand, and began stroking. Slowly at first, then gradually picking up the tempo until his hands were a blur, going up and down their swollen penises.

Matt focused on anything he could that would classify as "unsexy thoughts": Big Dick Johnson, the film he had to watch in high school that had old people making love, the one time he caught his mom shaving her legs. Jeff tried an opposite approach... he started talking sexy, hoping to throw Matt off.

"Hey, Matty..." he mewled

"Huh?" Matt's eyes snapped open, driving away the unsexy thoughts.

"Remember your first time with Amy?" Jeff smirked "How you thought I was asleep in the bed next to you. Well, I wasn't."

Matt's eyes widened. That had been the hottest sex he'd ever had. If Jeff had heard...

"Tommy, you should've been there. The way those two went at it, it would make a nun horny." Jeff said

Tom looked up, from the way both their cocks were responding, it seemed that Jeff's strategy was working. Matt seemed to be getting harder.

"Ohh, Matty, I want that hard cock of yours inside me." Jeff adopted a falsetto that sounded almost completely unlike Amy. "Fuck me, Matthew Moore Hardy!"

Jeff started moaning, much like Amy had when Matt had finally plundered her pussy.

"Oh yesss... fuck... do it to me..." Jeff mimicked Matt's urgent pleas.

"Oh, God..." Matt thought. Just reminiscing about that night was bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Not necessarily about the woman he was with, but the intense feelings she'd brought out in him was too much.

"No fair, Jeff..." Matt moaned "You're cheating."

"All's fair in sex and war." Jeff purred "Oh Amy, I'm gonna... can I... please, baby... ahhhh!" Jeff's impersonation of Matt was a little better.

"Fuck!" Matt screamed. The last moan from Jeff had been too much and he came hard, splattering the wall over Tom's shoulder.

"Wow, just like last time, only it didn't land in my hair." Tom said "Sorry, dude, but you lose. Tonight, that tight ass of yours is mine. As for you, lover, you finally get to top me."

Jeff gasped. This was going to be a first for him, since he'd been a bottom all his life. Just ask the guys in the locker room. The thought of his dick inside his partner made his whole frame shudder. He exploded seconds later. Not nearly as much, or as far, but it was still an awesome orgasm.

"I wonder if anyone will believe me if I say I was fixing the plumbing." Tom dressed quickly and unlocked the door.

"Sorry, about that. Had a bit of a mess to clean up." Tom watched the other men push into the locker room, more than one of them looking like they needed a cold shower.

Thoughts of what was going to happen later that night made his heart race. "Easy." Tom said, slowing his breathing down. "No good getting overly excited." He leaned against a wall, stilling the X-rated thoughts running through his mind. Tonight was going to be fun, that was for sure.

That night, things did get really hot and sweaty in their hotel room. Jeff proved to be just as good as a top as he was a bottom, Tom displayed his incredible staying power, and Matt had a repeat performance of that day in the locker room many months ago, culminating with six (you do the math) of the biggest, mind-blowingest, ball-drainingest, porn star-like cum shots.

"Wow!" Matt sighed, finally starting to go soft. "Thanks, guys."

"Mmmm... " Jeff had curled up in Tom's arms. "You were incredible, Tommy."

"You weren't so bad yourself. " Tom petted Jeff's head.

"What about me?" Matt sulked

"Dude, we may have to bring you along more often." Tom winked "Even though you tired me out."

"You? I did all the work!" Jeff cuddled closer.

"But I'm old dude. I can't fuck like I'm eighteen any more." Tom chuckled.

They fell asleep in each others arms, but were rudely awakened by the sound of breaking glass, followed by an ominous crackling noise.

"What the...?" Tom sniffed the air. He recognized the smoke smell immediately. "Oh, shit!"

"Matt, Jeff, get up!" Tom ran to the bedroom door. He opened it and a cloud of acrid smoke entered the bedroom. In the second before he closed the door, he saw the fire.

"Tommy, what is it?" Jeff groaned, then suddenly coughed.

"We got a fire. Matt, get your ass up!" Tom slugged him hard enough to bruise his arm.

"What's going on?" Matt slurred

"We gotta get out of here." Tom was already half-dressed. The sound of the fire alarm soon drowned out his voice. He grabbed his keys, and wallet from the table. Almost as an afterthought, he tucked Lizard into his shirt. Well, not an afterthought, really. He did it when he was Jeff do the same with Bunny.

"How?" Jeff said, nervousness starting to creep into his tone. "If the fire's out there and we're stuck in here..."

"I'll be right back." Tom ran into the en suite bathroom, grabbing several towels on the way. Smoke had just started to seep under the door. He quickly soaked the towels in the sink, handing one to Matt and one to Jeff, now both dressed and looking very nervous.

"You know what to do?" Tom asked

They nodded. Gil had been very diligent in training his sons for what to do in case of a fire.

"It's not that far to the door. Just take a deep breath and run." Tom put the wet towel over his head.

Tom went to the door and cautiously placed his hand against it. Warm, but not too bad.

"Okay, let's see how bad it is!" Tom opened the door a crack and surveyed. It wasn't as bad as it could be, but still a fire was no place for a Hardy to be, unless it was in the back field, surrounded by marshmallows.

"I think we can make it." Tom said, re-closing the door. "I'll go first. Jeff, count to three then follow, Matt you do the same after Jeff goes. That way, we're not running into each other. Stay low and remember don't panic."

"Too late." Jeff whispered

"Jeff, we're gonna get outta here. Trust me. Ready."

"One..."

"Two..."

"THREE!"

TBC

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