Matt woke up believing he had one of the weirdest dreams of his life. He thought he had dreamed that Chris cornered him in the parking lot and had given him a blowjob in Shawn's car. And then, once a very angry Shawn and a laughing Hunter caught them, they ended up going back to Chris's hotel room and having sex. Like lots and lots of guy on guy sex. But when he looked over and saw that Chris was still sleeping right next to him, he realized all that hadn't been a dream. It had all happened, and now he didn't know what to think. He had just slept with his brother's ex-boyfriend. This was the same ex-boyfriend who broke up with Jeff because he was afraid he would cheat on him with Matt, only now he seemed to want Jeff back. Yet he still wanted Matt. God I am so confused, Matt thought as he slowly sat up. I always knew Chris was indecisive, but this is ridiculous.

His cell phone was sitting on the dresser next to the bed. He grabbed it and flipped it open. There were literally like sixty missed calls from Jeff. Groaning to himself, he got up and walked away from the bed so he wouldn't immediately wake Chris up when he called Jeff back. He had a feeling this was going to be a conversation that he would not enjoy.

"Matthew Moore Hardy!" Jeff shouted as soon as he answered the phone. "Where the hell have you been all night?"

"I've been busy."

"Doing what?"

"None of your business," Matt snapped way too quickly. He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He should not have done that. He should have just stalled until he could have come up with a lie. Now Jeff was going to get all overdramatic and if he wasn't careful, this would turn into an hour long fest of him trying to calm Jeff down.

"Why are you doing this to me Matty?" Jeff whined. He could be heard stomping his foot like a three year old. "I wasn't trying to make you mad."

Matt rolled his eyes. "I'm not mad at you Jeff."

"Then why did you ignore me all night? And why weren't you in your hotel room?"

Shit, he checked there, Matt cursed to himself. "I shut the volume off my phone and I just kind of hid all night."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to be alone."

"Why?"

"Jeff, you are not five years old. Stop asking why about every little thing."

Jeff sighed in frustration. "Come over to my room so we can have a talk."

"By "we" do you mean me and you or me, you and Adam?"

"Me, you and Adam."

"Screw that."

"Matt!"

"What?"

"This is never going to be resolved if you don't talk to him!"

"I don't want to talk to him." Matt was starting to get really frustrated. He should have known better than to call Jeff first thing in the morning. "If you want to fuck him or date him or do whatever it is you want to do with him, be my guest. I don't give a shit. Me not liking the guy isn't going to stop you, so since you're going to do what you want anyway, I'm just going to reserve the right to keep hating the bastard's guts."

Jeff groaned. "Matt come on. Be reasonable for a minute."

Matt looked over at Chris, who was just starting to wake up. "I think I am being reasonable," he told Jeff. "You are an adult. You've made choices in the past that I didn't like and I know you're going to make more choices in the future that I won't like. This just happens to be one that I absolutely hate." He gestured for Chris (who now had his eyes open) to keep quiet. "Adam and I stopped being friends a long time ago and I DO NOT, nor WILL EVER trust him enough for us to ever be friends again. So can you do me a favor and stop trying to force this shit down my throat?"

Jeff didn't say anything for a long time. Matt tried to ignore the guilt that was starting to rise up in him. He knew that Jeff was taking it personally that he still hated Adam. "Jeff don't do this," he pleaded. "This has nothing to do--"

"It's okay Matty," Jeff said quietly. "I understand."

"No you don't. You're just say--" Matt sighed as Jeff hung up on him. "Son of a bitch."

Chris sat up. "What's going on?"

Matt looked at Chris. "My brother, who YOU claim to still love, is very upset with me right now because I refuse to like Adam."

Chris nodded. "He never really takes not getting his way very well."

"No, this is BEYOND that. He thinks I have something against him now because he's fucking around with a scumbag." Matt started gathering his clothes and putting them back on. "I fucking better go talk to him before he spends the whole day pouting and crying. Every time he does that, Mark finds out and then whoever upset him in the first place catches all kinds of hell."

Chris snorted. "Poppa Mark always comes to the rescue." He looked down at the blanket. "Should we, you know, talk about what happened last night?"

Matt froze and gulped. He didn't know whether talking was going to be the right thing to do. "I thought you still love Jeff."

"I do."

"And I thought you just needed to fuck me to get me out of your head."

"That's what I thought to."

Matt sighed. "Chris, you have to decide what you want. You can't have both me and Jeff. You need to cut the indecisive bullshit and decide what you want for once." He slipped his shoes on and started heading towards the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an upset little brother to calm down."

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"Jeff what did he say exactly?" Adam asked for what felt like the millionth time. He had been trying to console his obviously upset lover ever since the phone conversation had ended ten minutes ago.

Jeff looked at Adam sadly. "He still hates you. I wanted him to come over and have a talk with us, but he won't come near you." His lip started to quiver. "Why can't he just get over everything that happened? Why can't he let go of all that anger?"

Adam sighed. Even though he hadn't talked to Matt himself, he understood what was probably going through Matt's head better than he did. Contrary to what Jeff was undoubtedly thinking, Matt did not hate him for being with Adam. Adam had the suspicion that deep down, Matt saw this as his baby brother getting taken away from him by the man who had ruined his life before. Adam wasn't angry at Matt for hating him and not trusting him. Hell, the older Hardy had no reason in the world to trust or like him. But he did not like the fact that Matt had thrown that all in Jeff's face. That had crossed a line in his book. "Do you want me to try to talk to him?"

Jeff's eyes widened. "Would you?"

"I'll give it a shot. But please don't be shocked if both of us come back with broken faces. Matty dearest has quite the temper on him."

Jeff almost grinned. "You called him Matty."

Adam rolled his eyes. "That's because I've actually been listening to you instead of just staring at your body. I'm not sure if that's a good thing since I'm now starting to talk like a five year old." He kissed Jeff and got up. "If I'm not back in a couple of hours, please do not let Jay pick out my casket. He'll have me buried in a pink one just to piss me off."

"Matt's not going to kill you Addy. Stop being overdramatic."

"First of all, don't call me Addy. Second of all, I am not being overdramatic. Your brother would have killed me four years ago if he had thought he could have gotten away with it. Not much has changed then. And third of all…well there is no third of all, so I'm just going to go now."

"Okay then. Hurry back. We need to have a quickie before we go to the arcade with Randy and Cody."

Adam rolled his eyes as he went out the door. "Nympho."

"And don't you forget it!" Jeff yelled as the doors closed behind the blonde man.

Adam grinned and shook his head. He was going to have to hurry up and find Matt. Jeff's gleeful admission of his nympho status had just made him horny. Must resist urge to turn around and fuck Jeff. Must fight the urge to fuck Jeff. I have to resist…damn it Matt, why do you have to be so damn stubborn? I could be having sex right now but I'm not because you're an asshole. I really want to punch you right now...but I won't because you might kill me. I'll just have to yell at you instead.