Surprise! By Standing
	Surprise! May 12, 2002 Matt and Jeff Hardy; Jeff narrates "Alright, where's it at? What did you get, what did you do, why do you have that look on your face like you've been a badass?" He stared at me with a tight-lipped grin, answering my barrage of questions with the innocent shrug of his shoulders. I studied him carefully. Not a hair on his head seemed to be out of place, but he had that smug sort of air about him and I just knew he'd been up to something on the weeklong bonding venture he'd had with his best friend, Shane. I could only imagine what he'd been talked into doing. Shane may play a magoo on TV, but he's something else entirely when back in his own skin. "What did he make you do?" I prodded, stepping forward and circling him slowly. I examined every inch of him closely; clothes, sneakers, hands, face. I found nothing but that same triumphant grin twisting his lips upward and began to feel annoyed. "Tell me what you did!" I demanded. "I know you did something. You and Shane can't go anywhere without doing something completely ridiculous." Matt simply continued to smile, seemingly amused with the fact that he knew something I did not. Have I neglected to mention that this is his favorite game? Annoying the fuck out of me, that is. "Tell me!" He shifted to ignoring me completely, although never losing the obvious amusement held by his newly-tanned features. Dropping his duffel bag to the floor, he glanced up at me momentarily before unzipping his bag and fishing out a small box. "Hah!" I gloated, watching with eagerness. "I knew there was something you were hiding." Grinning widely, he stood up and handed me the small box. I quickly ripped it open, expecting maybe a severed finger or a whole lot of illegal drugs. Instead I found bubble wrap; bubble wrap and a shot glass that said "Choose your poison; Atlanta, GA." Needless to say, I was disappointed. Looking up, I found that Matt had disappeared and caught sight of his back down the hallway, heading for the kitchen. "Aw, come on, Matt!" I whined, following him. "What the hell! Tell me what happened, tell me what you guys did or I will beat it out of you." Pulling out a carton of orange juice, he looked up at me, again with that smile, and he sighed. He was still amused with himself but tired of my complaining. He crooked a finger and beckoned me to him. I smirked. "Are you gonna say something or what? You expect me to just be at your feet whenever you want? Maybe if you tell me what I want to know, I'll listen to your finger." He only grinned wider and shrugged, turning back to his juice. Creasing an eyebrow, I momentarily pondered him before tentatively approaching. He regarded me again, motioning me still closer and to the point where I needed to close the refrigerator door to be where he wanted me to be. I remained somewhat confused as he leaned forward, gently placing his lips to mine. Pulling him into my arms, I decided that for the moment I could be sated with this and felt the puzzlement drain away. His warm mouth heartily welcomed me back to its recesses after seven long days of separation and we kissed fervently. The tip of his tongue poked incessantly at my lips and I quickly granted him access. What I was not expecting, however, was the strange feel of something foreign sliding against my own tongue. Startled, I jumped back and stared at Matt with bewilderment. "What the hell was that?" I yelped, running my tongue over the roof of my mouth as the strange feeling continued to linger. He fucking grinned again, that bastard, before opening his mouth wide and allowing his tongue to loll out for my viewing pleasure. He flickered it lewdly at me and my eyes widened; there was a huge silver stud in his mouth. "Holy SHIT that is a tongue ring," I marveled, leaning closer to stare at it. I apparently got too close, as he licked my nose. I jumped back, wiping his saliva from my face and looking at the stud again. I nodded in approval, grinning and staring into dark chocolate eyes. "That is hot." "One of Shane's better ideas," He laughed quietly. "Did it hurt? Damn, that is fucking hot." "Not really," He replied as his arms slid around my waist and pulled me against him. He smirked, as I was far too fixated on his mouth to notice the gesture. "I wanted it to be a surprise." "It was!" I assured him quickly, squinting to see it as he talked. "That is really, really sexy," I murmured, more to myself than him. He laughed again. "So I take it you're a fan of the tongue ring?" I meet his gaze, speaking very seriously. "I hope you're aware of the amount of blowjobs this entails."