Matt rolled his eyes without looking up. "Jeff....stop it."
"Glub glub...glub glub..." fake splashing sound, "Glub glub..."
"Jeff!! E-nough!" Matt rewound the tape of Jeff's last match he was watching, attempting to offer his brother constructive criticism. That is, if the little shit would quit fucking around.
Matt glanced over his shoulder, a long-suffering sigh escaping him as he watched his little brother, 25 going on 2, flopping on the hotel bed, a stuffed fish in his hands, pretending to be caught in a fisherman's net. At least, that's what Matt assumed the pantomime was all about.
"Jeff. Jeff." Matt stood up then, stomping over and snatching the stuffed fish from Jeff's hands. "Jeff!"
"Hey!!" Jeff scurried to his knees on the mattress, reaching for the fish that Matt held just out of reach. "Give it back, Matt! Give me!!"
Matt held the fish above his head, scowling down at the now-pouting Jeff. "Would you *please* quit messing around and come watch this tape? I wanted to show you..."
Jeff, however, wasn't listening, still swinging his hands to try and grab back his stuffed fish. When that failed, he smacked Matt's arm hard, then gave his older brother's nipple a twist through his shirt. Jeff gave a triumphant squeal as the fish tumbled from Matt's hands and the younger Hardy snatched it up, scampering away quickly to the other side of the room.
Matt bent over, clutching his chest, raising dark chocolate eyes to Jeff, who was giggling madly and sticking his tongue out at him. "Jeff....oh, you are gonna pay for that, boy..."
Jeff shrieked as Matt lunged for him, dodging aside just in time and bopping Matt over the head with his fish. Matt slammed ungracefully into the wall, whipping his head around to glare at the still-giggling Jeff, who'd taken refuge now on the other side of the king sized bed.
Jeff held his stuffed fish as one might a sword, brandishing it. "Better be careful, Matty, or you'll piss of Nation..." still giggling.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Right, cuz I'm scared of a stuffed friggin' guppy. C'mere!" He made a lunge for Jeff, cursing the fact that, no doubt about it, Jeff was always the quicker of the two, easily and, with unconscious grace, dodging him so that Matt this time slid across the mattress into a pile on the floor at Jeff's bare feet.
Apparently feeling cocky, Jeff didn't scramble away, standing over Matt giggling like a lunatic and bopping him repeatedly over the head. Chanting "glub glub" the whole time. Damned little shit.
Taking advantage of the younger's distraction, Matt reached up in a flash and caught the waistband of Jeff's leopard print pajama bottoms, intending to pull him to the floor and pin him.
Instead, what he got was a handful of material and a now naked Jeff standing in front of him, pajama pants around his ankles and a startled expression on his elfin face.
Matt stared up at him, blinking for a second at the shock. Then, slowly, a grin spread, then chuckles, then full-blown, holding your sides laughter.
Jeff joined him, dropping to his knees beside his brother and tackling him back, planting kisses between giggles on his lips and cheeks.
Matt caught Jeff's face, looking up into laughing jade eyes and felt his heart clench just a little. Okay, a lot. "I love you, Rainbow. Even if you are a brat."
Jeff grinned down at him. "I love you too, Matt. Even if you are a tool."
Matt chuckled, then drew Jeff down for a sweet, warm kiss, match footage and critique forgotten for a very long time afterwards.
