Another Day In Paradise

"When do you expect him back?" Tom asked. Having finally made a decision, he was trying to contact Mr. McMahon. He was having as much luck as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.

Meanwhile, Teresa and Jeff were sitting in the living room, staring at each other. Neither was entirely at ease and Tom being in the other room didn't help.

"Okay, could you please have him call me as you as you can." The last thing Tom wanted was to hear Vince's hold music again. "Thank-you."

"God, secretaries. Can't answer a simple question without putting you on hold a gazillion times." Tom stared at his mom and his brother-slash-fiance. "Don't tell me the two of you haven't said a word the entire time I was talking on the phone."

"Son..."

"I know, this is still a little much for you and sometimes Jeff won't say shit even if he has a mouthful, but could you at least try?"

"I am trying, but you unloaded a lot on me in the past twenty-four hours." Teresa replied "I'm sure Jeff is a really nice guy, but you'll forgive me if I don't take to him right away."

Jeff sulked. It always pissed him off when people talked about him like he didn't exist.

"I'm sure there is something you'd like to know about your soon-to-be son-in-law." Tom tried to keep the conversation flowing, but it was like trying to swim upstream.

"Tommy, this isn't gonna work. Imma gonna go." Jeff stood up.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, park that bubble butt of yours!" Tom shouted "Mom, I know this is tough for you, but how do you think I feel? I'm already ostracized by ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the population, not to mention the fact that I was damn near shish-kabobed in my own hotel room!"

All three of them stared at each other in dead silence. Tom prayed for the phone to ring or something. It was Jeff who finally spoke.

"Tommy, it's not that I don't want to, but the last time your mom and I talked, she told me that she was gonna take you off the vent." Jeff said

"That was tough." Tom sensed the resentment from Jeff, but he didn't blame him for it. "But I'm just thankful that she had the common sense to let good judgment override her emotions. Something some other members of this family can't seem to do."

"You mean me, dontcha?" Jeff curled up on the chair.

"Actually, I meant me." Tom answered "I couldn't do it, but can we change the topic to something a little less morose? I don't like dwelling on near-death experiences."

"Would either of you boys like a drink?" Teresa asked "I could sure use one."

"Beer?" Tom asked

"Sure... Jeff?"

"Beer is fine for me too." Jeff answered

"Could you run downstairs and get some from the cold room?" Teresa had looked into the fridge. It was completely dry.

"Okay... anything else?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Tom sprinted downstairs. He was on his way back up when his phone rang. It was corporate. Tom dumped the beer on the counter. "Imma going to get this in my room." He grabbed one beer and headed there.

Teresa poured wine for herself and uncapped the other beer for Jeff. She spent a lot longer than necessary in the kitchen, prompting Jeff to come looking for his drink.

"Anything I can do?" He asked

"No. You've done enough already." Teresa answered tersely.

"Ma'am?" Jeff asked

"I will be honest. I'm old-fashioned when it comes to love. I had a hard time accepting that my son was a homosexual. Now I find out that he's fallen in love with his own brother... how would you take it? I told my son I wasn't going to shut you out because I still love him. Just understand it's gonna take some getting used to." Teresa sipped from her wine.

"Ma'am, it's the same with me. I still have a hard time understanding just what the hell I'm doing. But then I look at your son and I can't imagine not having him in my life. Now if we ever break-up, that will be the difficult part." Jeff replied

"Then you better not." Teresa answered "Or, young man, you will deal with me."

"Yes, ma'am." Jeff answered with a hint of nervousness when he saw the knife rack positioned just behind Teresa.

"And stop calling me ma'am." Teresa wagged her finger at Jeff. "You make me sound old."

"Yes, ma'am.. I mean... what should I call you?"

"If you want to get on my good side, call me Teresa. Or I guess you could call me Mom. Tom tells me you lost yours many years ago..."

"Mom?" Jeff repeated. How long had it been since he'd used that word? "Mom..." The word brought tears to his eyes.

Having her future son-in-law break down in her kitchen didn't seem to shock Teresa. She enveloped Jeff in her arms, holding him gently. "Welcome to the family, Jeff." She whispered, stroking his hair the way his own mother had done many years earlier.

"Okay, it's set. I'm back to work on Tues....day." Tom returned, a now-empty beer bottle in his hand and took the situation in. When he'd left, neither his mom nor Jeff seemed to be on speaking terms and now, he finds his fiance crying in her arms.

"Did I miss something?" Obviously Tom had, but what?

"Go grab yourself another beer son." Teresa waved him out of the kitchen, continuing to hold Jeff.

Looking puzzled, Tom went back downstairs. This time, he just grabbed the rest of the case. If the past ten minutes was any indication, tonight was going to be very interesting and many beers might be required before it made sense.

Upon his return, Jeff was nowhere to be found and his mother was busy slicing cheese.

"I'm just making a snack." She announced "Jeff's in the bathroom."

"Okay. What did you say to him?" Tom asked

"I told him he could call me Mom." Teresa responded "Was that wrong?"

"No, ma, that was perfect." Tom answered "Be right back."

Top tapped on the door to the loo. "Y'okay, Jeffro?"

Jeff opened the door, his face a little red, but otherwise he was beaming. "Dude, I am absolutely fabulous."

He quickly took Tom into a bear hug.

Tom pushed into the bathroom. Regardless of how 'fabulous' everything seemed to be, he still didn't want his mom seeing them make out.

"She likes me." Jeff bubbled with excitement.

"I told you she'd like you once she got used to the idea of the two of us as a couple." Tom kissed Jeff.

"I love you Andrew Thomas Baker." Jeff rubbed his nose against Tom's.

"And I love you Jeffrey Nero Hardy."

"If you two are finished in there, I've made a snack." Teresa banged on the bathroom door.

"Coming, ma." Tom shouted "Are you staying over or getting a hotel?" He looked at Jeff with lust-filled eyes.

"I haven't decided... I'm staying here." Jeff quickly made up his mind when Tom's hand snaked to his bulge and rubbed it gently.

"Good boy." Tom quickly kissed Jeff again. "I'll make you glad you did." Winking as he walked out of the bathroom, he left Jeff standing there, half-hard.

"Dammit, Tommy, you're too fuckin' good at that." Jeff adjusted and readjusted his package several times before finally untucking his shirt to cover it.

"Jeff and I have a production meeting tomorrow morning... is it okay if he stays over?" Tom felt like he was ten asking his mom if he could have a friend stay over, but he wasn't sure if she was ready to have her incestuous son and his brother/fiancee in the same bed under her roof. "If you want, Jeff can take the couch."

"It's fine. Just don't be too loud." Teresa dismissed any further queries on the subject with a wave of her hand.

Settling down that night, holding Jeff tight, Tom finally felt peace.

Settling down that night, holding Lizard tight, Bunny finally felt peace.

"So, can I ask what caused the tears earlier?" Tom was curious. He knew he'd missed something, and he really wanted to know what had happened.

"Y'know how I call women ma'am? Well, I guess your mother doesn't like that. She said I could call her Teresa... or mom." Jeff whispered these last two words. "I haven't had a mom since forever." His eyes started to leak from the memory.

"I hope Matt doesn't feel left out."

"He's got his own shit to deal with." Jeff answered

"True. But it would be nice to tell him that his future mother-in-law doesn't have a problem with us. Even though it'll make some things a little strange."

"Like what?" Jeff asked

"For one thing, your brother is also your brother-in-law." Tom responded

"Whatever. Sleep now?"

"Okay, baby brother." Tom cuddled with Jeff until they both fell asleep, neither one of them wanting to press their luck by doing anything that might wake their mom.

The next morning, Tom learned something else. His mother was just as much of a softie when Jeff tried his "me want pancakes" routine. By the time Tom was ready to eat, Jeff had polished off two stacks of the fluffy treat.

"Jeffers... more pancakes?" Tom couldn't believe his eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" Teresa asked

"No, mom, it's fine. It seems like all Jeffro eats nowadays are pancakes." Ruffling Jeff's hair as he passed, Tom took a seat and was immediately served his own stack. He plowed into them like he hadn't eaten nothing but pancakes the past 48 hours either.

"Tom, don't eat so fast." When she saw how fast the pancakes disappeared from Tom's plate, Teresa scolded her son.

"Yes, ma'am." Tom didn't slow down though. Teresa watched her son and future son-in-law wolf down the pancaked like two death row inmates having their last meals with a disapproving air.

"Andrew Thomas Baker, you're going to give yourself a stomachache if you eat like that." Teresa waved her spatula at the boys. "As for you, just because you're new to the family, doesn't mean you can take your eating habits from my son."

"Sorry." Jeff mumbled, stuffing his face with the last pancake. "But your pancakes are yummier than IHOP's."

Teresa beamed. Complimenting her cooking was a sure way to get on her good side.

"Sorry about eating so fast, but Jeff and I gotta be at the Air Canada Centre by nine o'clock."

"When will you be home?"

"Dunno." Tom answered

"I'll prob just drop you off. I gotta house show in Detroit tomorrow night." Jeff responded

Tom's face fell, but he quickly covered it with his napkin. "No sense getting too sad already."

"Let's go, dude. You know how Vince hates to be kept waiting."

"Bye Mom." Tom kissed Teresa on the cheek. "Thanks for breaky."

"Same here." After a minute hesitation, Jeff also kissed Teresa. It's hard to tell who was more surprised... Tom or his mother.

They quickly drove off, waving frantically as they departed.

"Why did you tell your mother we had to be there at nine?" Jeff asked "The production meeting doesn't start until ten. We have an hour to kill."

"Exactly." Tom grinned evilly. "Pull in here."

"Oh-kay." Jeff turned into a deserted gas station. "Why are we stopping here?" Almost before the question was asked, Tom had his lips firmly planted on Jeff's.

"That's why. We couldn't do it last night, but Imma gonna make it up to you right now." He unfastened Jeff's seat belt, then went straight for his pants, cupping and squeezing that special part of Jeff that now belonged to him.

"Mmmm." Jeff moaned, allowing Tom to coax him to full hardness in a matter of moments.

"Yeah, baby, this is all for you." Jeff's pants and underwear were quickly pushed down to his ankles. Tom only paused long enough to unbuckle his own seat belt before taking Jeff's hardness in his hand, stroking it oh-so-slowly, watching Jeff's eyes flutter as he allowed the gentle sensations to take complete control of him.

"You keep doing things like this to me and won't you get sick of it?" Jeff asked, gasping when Tom ran the pad of his thumb across his senstitive glans.

"Never." Tom licked the smear of precum off his thumb and looked at Jeff. "We'll always find a way to keep things interesting, even if it means having a three-way with Matty."

"Mmm... double anal." Jeff groaned, arching his hips upward to meet with Tom's stroking.

Tom suddenly stopped. "Dude, Matt 'n I would rip you apart."

"Maybe... it's not like I haven't done it before." Jeff whispered, pumping his hips as a message for Tom to start again.

"You have?" Tom seemed shocked by this revelation. "Who?"

"Shane and Shanny." Jeff answered "We were all drunk and things happened."

"Sounds sexy... you'll have to tell me about sometime." Tom loosened his grip on Jeff. Only the tips of his fingers touched his swollen member as he skimmed up and down the shaft.

"Ahhh..." The lesser stimulation was more tantalizing that the earlier ministrations. Not knowing the next area where contact would be made for a much more erotic experience. He continued to arch his hips, making the brief contact feel that much better.

"Six months ago, if someone had told me that I'd become good at making my brother cum, I'd probably have killed him." Tom looked deep into Jeff's green eyes with his own lust-filled grey ones. "Or at least maimed him. But now..." Tom shrugged and went down on Jeff, taking his hardness completely inside him. Another far cry from their first time when Tom had to relax to stop himself from throwing up every five seconds.

"Fuck..." Jeff arched completely out of the seat, contorting his body almost u-shaped.

"If we had a bigger backseat, we could." Tom moaned around Jeff's convulsing penis. "But this will have to do." He bobbed his head furiously. Jeff intertwined his hands in Tom's hair, dictating the pace. He wished this would last forever, but his body had other ideas.

Tom felt the heat coming off Jeff's figure and could feel each muscle tense as he neared his release.

"Now?" He begged, fucking Tom's mouth relentlessly. The answer was irrelevant, unnecessary, and a little late as Jeff emptied himself with a hoarse gasp within seconds. Tom continued to suckle Jeff until his head was pushed away by a very flushed former champion.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Tom wiped a dab of semen from the corner of his mouth and wiped it on his trouser leg. "but didn't you tell me that Matt was the loud one?"

"Yeah, why?" Jeff asked, reaching for his clothing around his ankles.

"We got an audience." Tom said.

"Cool." Jeff gasped

"Like the show?" Tom asked the two men standing there. They didn't look like undercover cops, but what should undercover cops look like, right?

"Yeah." One of them sighed.

Tom sized them up. Both looked to be in their late teens or early twenties, about six feet, athletic builds, the basic Varsity athlete types. Oh, both had erections, clearly outlined in their running shorts. Tom guessed they were students from the nearby University of Toronto, probably out training.

"How much should we charge them?" Tom asked

"Twenty bucks?" Jeff joked

"Yeah, right, look at them. Starving students, am I correct?" Tom called over.

They nodded.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, but we gotta book. Next time, don't just stand there, okay." Jeff reversed the car, laughing at the young mens' shocked expressions.

"I wonder how many time the word fag is gonna be used in their next conversation." Tom laughed along.

"They so woulda done me." Jeff giggled

"That's 'coz you're so damn cute and fuckable." Tom rubbed Jeff's neck. "But you're all mine."

"Mmm... that's how I wan' it." Jeff leaned into Tom's strong fingers, feeling the tension just melt away with the slightest massage.

Tom stopped the massage abruptly when Jeff accidentally ran a red light and was almost hit by an oncoming Greyhound bus.

"I'll finish when we get to the arena." Tom looked back nervously at the bus driver, waving his fists and cursing them loudly.

"Did you understand what he said?" Jeff asked

"Nah, bro, I don't speak Canadian!" Tom replied, looking over his shoulder one more time as the bus grew smaller and smaller.

They turned into the Air Canada Centre well ahead of schedule, which gave Tom the opening he needed. Wrestlers from all three brand were going to be at the meeting, which would cover everything from story lines to roster moves and all points in between. The meeting usually started with Raw, the ECW, then Superstars, and finally Smackdown. By the time Vince was done yapping, the entire roster was usually completely confused.

While Jeff mingled with some of the other superstars from his, and the other brands, Tom had a private meeting with Vince McMahon. One of the incentives for Tom to take the job as new General Manager of the ECW brand was he would have complete creative control over it. ECW was faltering and Vince, desperately trying to boost ratings and attendance at the weekly show, was willing to allow Tom to do almost anything. He didn't have to report to Vince at all. Contracts and trades were handled through Good Ole J.R. and money was through the comptroller's office. Vince could ultimately veto any change Tom wanted to make, but Tom was assured that this wasn't going to happen unless circumstances warranted it.

Ten a.m., the meeting began.

"Glad to see everyone made it... well almost everyone." Vince was well-known for his memory. Miss, or be late to, one of these meetings and Vince would call you on it, but usually not right away. He'd been known to keep a mental file of who was late, who no-showed, and then spring it on the unsuspecting wrestler when it was time for the yearly bonus or a contract renegotiation.

"We're changing things around a little. I know how much some of you hate sitting through these meetings, so I'm gonna hand out the run sheet for Superstars and quickly go over it, then we'll split you up into your respective brands. Raw will stay here with me. Smackdown will go with Theodore Long upstairs and ECW will be in the restaurant. Your new General Manager will meet you up there."

Tom was relaxing, watching the wait staff assemble the buffet. He wanted to make a good impression. What better way than to feed his on-camera 'employees'. He submitted what he'd wanted to do to make ECW better and Vince had approved all of the changes.

"...and things will make more sense after the Bash." Vince said "That's all I have. If anyone has any changes, you can see me after your meeting with your GM. Smackdown, ECW, you can go."

The ECW wrestlers, referees, and other personnel went upstairs where, to their surprise, food was waiting as well as a full wait staff. This was unexpected. Usually, all they had to look forward to was coffee and donuts in catering afterward.

"Gentlemen and Ladies, help yourselves to food and drinks."

"I thought we were supposed to have a meeting." Tyson Kidd asked

"So did I." Natalya responded

"Maybe our new General Manager isn't here yet?" DH Smith replied

"Yeah, whassup with dat?" Shane Helms asked

"I heard that Tiffany was fired because she had something to do with the fire in the Hardy Boyz' hotel room." Tommy Dreamer, balancing a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and sausage in one hand, and his ECW title belt in the other, interrupted. "Apparently she had a real problem with Tom and Jeff being so open about their relationship."

"That was part of the show, wasn't it?" Shane demanded

"Nah, that was a work. They're together. I thought you of all people woulda known?" Dreamer answered

"I haven't talked much to either of them since I was drafted." Shane answered, wondering why Jeff of all people wouldn't have said something to him. His only experience with the other part of the equation was a couple of hello's when he first joined the company.

"If Tom hadn't resigned, you could ask him..." Kidd said, filling his plate.

"I'll talk to Jeff after the meeting." Shane finished grabbing his second breakfast.

The roster ate and drank and ate some more and drank some more. If the meeting didn't start soon, the other two brands would already be finished and gone and ECW would still be stuffing their faces. This was proven when, almost an hour later and the meeting hadn't started yet, Vince walked in to the restaurant.

"Could I have your attention, please?" He boomed. All conversation immediately ceased. "How'd the meeting go?"

"Uh, Mr. McMahon, we haven't started yet." Zack Ryder piped up. "Our new GM hasn't shown up."

"Oh, well maybe I should get him for you." Vince responded "By the way, you can thank him for your free meal. He's footing the bill... may I present to you the new General Manager of ECW..."

Twenty-odd jaws dropped when Tom walked in a few seconds later.

"Hi guys. Did you miss me?"

TBC

ECW is being reborn (again)! Will it work? Will inter-brand relationships hold? Find out soon!