Threshold By Temptation Eyes
	I wanna give a shout out to my buds at LadyJackyl's! This is my first Slash, and the first fiction i ever posted. I am also a feedback addict. It's true. I live for feedback. I kill for feedback. I RAPE and PLLAGE for feedback!!! ... enjoy :) The crowd was going crazy, Test was throwing a hissy fit in the ring, Lita... Amy, was going nuts, hugging them... Everything went just as planned. Everything except the one thing... Jeff’s head was swimming as he backed up the ramp, trying to look angrily triumphant, not sure if he was succeeding. Matt was shouting, as he always did, but for all he knew it could have been the ingredients to shampoo he was hollering so victoriously as they made their way backstage. Once out of the public view, the other superstars congratulated them. The boyz responded automatically, not really hearing or seeing the others, but so acutely aware of one thing, it was almost too much to bare... Each other. Once in their locker room, neither man could bring himself to look at the other, but felt him there, his presence pulsing close, like a heart beat against the skin. Jeff felt Matt come up behind him. Jeff reached for a towel to hand to his brother, knowing it was what he wanted, just as Matt reached for the same towel. Their fingers collided, and each man flinched his hand away, but not too much, painfully aware of Amy in the room with them. They tried desperately to control their racing minds and over- sensitized bodies. “Sorry,” Jeff said quickly. He handed Matt the towel with out looking at him. “No, it’s... Thanks,” he said, not knowing what he was saying, or if he was making sense. He only knew being this close to Jeff was affecting him somehow. A way he’d never experienced before. He backed away, and headed for his duffle bag. He rooted around in it for a time before realizing that he wasn’t paying attention, and didn’t know what he was looking for, much less if he’d found it or not. Jeff almost heaved a sigh of relief when Matt moved away from him, but held it back. He was beyond confused. Matt so close... His heart was pounding wildy, and his skin was flushed hot. He tried to tell himself that it was just because of the match they’d just had. The physical exertion, of course it was. But, for some reason he couldn’t begin to comprehend, a part of him knew it was a lie. But what was the truth? Neither knew what was going on. All each man knew was that that moment on the ramp... that one insignificant instant in time had some how turned their world upside down... and they didn’t know how or why... or even what had exactly happened. It was nothing... a gesture of brotherly affection and shared happiness in victory. It was only... a kiss. Matt had reached around his brother, pulling him in for an instant, and... A kiss on the cheek. That’s all... But it wasn’t. Jeff had begun to turn his head, thinking to hug his older brother, just as Matt’s full lips pressed against the younger Hardy’s cheek. They had barely brushed the very corner of Jeff’s mouth... just barely brushed by it... It was nothing. Only it wasn’t nothing. Both men felt as though they’d been hit by a truck. That little semi-meaningless touch suddenly wasn’t so meaningless. A shock had gone through both their bodies, like they had kissed a light socket and not each other, setting each on edge, overly sensitized to the point of massive discomfort. Only, the only sensations they felt came from each other. Everything else was muted and dull, but any sound or movement... touch that the other made was amplified a thousand thousand times over. Then, Amy left, wishing them well. They could hear her out in the hallway, doing her little promo with Molly Holly. Then they were totally alone. Both brothers felt keenly the loss of the last buffer between them. Jeff fidgeted with his new belt, rubbing off imaginary smears and dust. Matt poked around in his duffel bag, not looking for anything, just trying to postpone talking to his brother as long as he could. In the end, it was Jeff who headed for the shower first, not wanting to have to walk in there and see Matt... he didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he’d never seen his brother nude before. Hell, he’d taken a picture of him hold the WWF tag team belt in front of his... but now... It was different. Just the memory evoked strong discomfort in the younger Hardy. He almost slunk away into the shower, waiting until he was fully out of Matt’s view before disrobing. He turned on the water, as hot as he could stand, and stepped beneath the comforting spray. Matt sunk down onto the bench, realizing he couldn’t just NOT shower. He took a deep breath and tied to clear his head. It just wouldn’t clear. He kept coming back to the same thought... over and over... Jeff. He, Matt, had kissed Jeff. It was just on the cheek... but... No, he’d kissed Jeff. Matt had kissed Jeff... and... it had felt... good. Not just good... it was more than that, but Matt couldn’t, wouldn’t let himself feel it. He fought the thought that was trying to take form. He squeezed his eyes shut, and fought it with all his will power. He stood, deciding maybe the shower would help. He could almost feel the hot water cascading deliciously over his achy, tired body. Soaking him through and through. He walked to the shower, his head down, watching the tile pass beneath him as he moved. A sound came to his ears, a sound that had always been strangely comforting. Jeff was singing in the shower. Matt felt a small smile tug at his lips. The sound flowed over him; simple as it was, it gave him a calming pleasure. Them he made the mistake of looking up. Jeff stood beneath the spray of water. Matt couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t see or feel anything past the way the water glinted as it flowed over Jeff’s tanned skin. He couldn’t breath. He didn’t care. His eyes devoured the sight of his little brothers bare body, but it didn’t satiate him, it only made his own skin burn, made his other senses hungry. He knew how smooth that skin was to touch, how clean Jeff smelled after a shower, and now... he even knew how he tasted. He unconsciously licked his lips. Jeff suddenly felt an awareness that was strange and new to him... He opened his eyes, wiping the water from them, and looked towards the archway to the shower. He jumped slightly when he saw Matt standing in it, still fully clothed, watching him. There was a look in Matt’s eyes Jeff had never seen before. It made his pulse pound in his ears like a tympani. He froze, feeling his nakedness like never before. For the first time, he was uncomfortable under his brother’s gaze, and wanted desperately to cover up. He forced himself to keep his hands occupied. He held the soap and rubbed it over his fingers continuously. Matt looked into Jeff’s eyes, not really knowing what he was doing. He felt an intenseness within himself that rose up like the tide. He saw how uncomfortable his little brother was, but also saw, deep with in the green-hazel pools, an echo of his own inner turmoil. He didn’t know if it made him feel better or worse that Jeff was perhaps feeling the same way he was. He forced a nonchalant smile, keeping his eyes trained on his brother’s. “I thought I heard you singing,” He said, pretending he didn’t hear the underlying tension in his voice. After a moment, Jeff answered. “Yeah, I was,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. He tried desperately to keep it steady. “Does that bug you?” Matt shook his head. “No, I’ve always liked it,” he said, truthfully. Jeff nodded. He forced his eyes away, and kept them one the tile in front of him. After a moment of silence, broken only by the splashing of water on the shower floor, Matt stepped away from the arch. He quickly shed his clothing and, after taking a deep steadying breath, stepped into the shower room. It took all Jeff’s concentration to not look away from the wall as he heard Matt enter the shower and turn on the water. Matt let out a pleasured moan as he stepped under the steamy spray of water, and Jeff had to bite his lip to fight the feeling it brought up in him. He forced his eyes closed, squeezing them shut with all his might, as he felt his thighs tighten. His body tingled with a new awareness... One he refused to give into... One caused by his own brother. Images of Matt flooded his mind against his will... he knew all too well what Matt looked like nude... the shape of his body, the sleek lines of his frame, the hardness of his musculature. He envisioned the water flowing over his older brothers smooth, tanned skin, and the tightness in his thighs grew worse, and moved up. He was panicking... he was freaking out... he was... getting... hard. He could almost feel Matt’s lips once more. Inside, he felt how odd... a warmth... and a... rightness ... It threatened to consume him in forbidden pleasure. He knew it was wrong... It WAS wrong! But it so cleverly seeped into his mind, his body, his soul... creeping and spreading all through him. He fought... he fought... he fought, knowing if he didn’t, if he let himself give in, there would be no turning back. Matt felt the water slip over his body like the caress of a lover... a lover who knew him inside and out... a lover he fought to keep from longing for, fought as hard as he could... a lover with green-hazel eyes. He leaned his head on the cool tile before him, his fingers pressed painfully against it’s hard surface. The image of Jeff, the hot water engulfing his body, trickling along forbidden pathways that made Matt ache, was burned into his mind forever. He railed against the emotions, the desires that berated him. They tried to creep their way into his very core... his soul. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the passion that would not be held in check. It was Jeff that broke first, once again. He left the shower with out even shutting off the water. He dried and dressed in mere seconds, panicked to the extreme. He tore his comb through his still dripping hair with so much force his eyes watered, and pulled it back into a hair tie so tightly it made his scalp ache. He violently forced his things into his duffle bag, and slung it over his shoulder, not bothering to double check to be sure he had everything. Not caring, he could buy new things if he had to. He just HAD to get away from Matt. He had to go, NOW. To clear his mind, to not think about what he was feeling. “I’ll see you at the hotel, Matt,” he called, not giving any reason for his leaving. He didn’t have to. He hurried out into the hallway, and ducked out a side door, that the wrestlers didn’t normally use. He could NOT deal with people right now, no matter how much he cared about his fans. He slunk around the building, avoiding any sign of human presence, and caught a taxi, staring out the window, eyes glazed, the whole way to the Marriot Hotel the boyz were staying at. Once in the room, Jeff sank into one of the hotel chairs. He felt so tense that he though if he moved to sharply he would snap clean in half. What was he going to do? Just the thought of Matt could give him an erection that rivaled anything he’d ever experienced with anyone else. On impulse he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside, he found the picture he always carried with him; Matt, on his twenty-first birthday, smiling brighter than ever Jeff had seen him. Maybe that’s why he kept it. He stared at the small copy of his brother, at the chocolate eyes that stared back at him from the snap shot. He thought about Matt, all he knew, all he felt about his brother... and he felt a pressure building in his chest. A warmth that grew and grew and pulsed with the beating of his heart. Jeff looked at the picture of his brother in silence. He never knew how long he sat there, just staring, thinking, warring within himself. Matt experienced a totally confusing mixture of relief and loss when Jeff left to locker room. He knew he would not see his brother again until he went to their hotel room. He turned and looked at the still running shower Jeff had just vacated. He leaned back against the cold tile wall, sliding down it until he sat on the shower floor, knees up and apart. He closed his eyes and lightly banged his head back against the tile wall a few times before letting it rest there and breathing a shaky sigh. He felt thoroughly uncomfortable, there with the cold stark tile against his bare ass, and hie erection pulsing painfully between his thighs. He felt thoroughly disgusted with himself. He knew the difference between right and wrong... but this... It WAS wrong. But it felt... NO! He tamped down the emotions, bringing the look on Jeff’s face, when he had found Matt staring so hungrily at him, into his mind. He had looked terrified for a bare fraction of an instant. Matt felt a pang of guilt. His little brother was feeling just as confused and helpless as he was... His poor baby brother... “Baby,” Matt whispered to himself. He had to keep himself under control, for Jeff’s sake. For both their sakes. He stood turned the water fully to cold, biting his lip against the sting of the icy water. He wash quickly avoiding his groin, trying to think of things that usually made his hard-ons go down. When he was finally soft once more, he turned off the water, truly grateful for the end of the cold spray on his skin, and turned off the other shower as well. He dried and dressed slowly as possible. Gathering his things at a snail’s pace, he checked, and doubled checked, then triple checked the small room to be sure he had everything. Then he checked again. Knowing the stalling wasn’t helping him any, he finally gave it up, and left the room, then the arena. He had taken so long, thankfully there were no fans waiting for an autograph outside the building. He drove as slowly as the law allowed to the Marriot, and took the stairs instead of the elevator up to his room. He stopped outside the door and ran his fingers over numbers absently. He leaned against the wall, and pulled his wallet from his pants pocket. He opened it and flipped through the snapshots of friends an family, stopping at the one... his favorite picture of Jeff. It was just after they signed with the WWF, and his brother’s face was alight with joy and bright prospects for the future. He stared into the counterfeit of his brother’s lovely face, into the eyes. He felt as though he were going to burst some how, that there was something inside him that was pushing, pushing to make it’s way to the surface of his consciousness... He tore his eyes away, and turned to the door. The REAL Jeff was just on the other side of this puny barrier of wood and paint... All he had to do was open it and... step over the threshold. He slipped the keycard through the slot and gripped the door knob. He steadied himself, and took a deep breath. Do, or don’t... He turned the knob. Jeff heard the door open, and ripped his gaze away from the small keepsake. Matt... Matt was coming into the room. Jeff felt all his emotion, all his confusion, everything build up inside him... this was the deciding moment. Whatever had begun tonight ended here, now... one way or the other. Matt stepped into the room... Jeff saw his brother, and felt a pang of longing go through him. He felt as though it had been years since he had laid eyes on this man, even though it could not have been more than two hours. He took it all in in an instant. Matt wore a simple tank top and black jeans, his hair pulled up neatly in a pony tail. But all Jeff actually saw was his eyes. Those deep brown eyes stared back into his own, into his soul...searching... searching for something neither could name. Matt couldn’t move, he felt like he’d been encased in concrete. He felt, rather than heard the door shut behind him. He could only look into the shifting hues of green and gold that swirled in his brother’s beautiful eyes. His mouth was dry, he could not have spoken even if he’d known what to say. The feeling pushed hard at his mind... Now or never. He had to make a choice... but, oh God, how could he choose? It was like life and death. His whole body keenly aware to a breaking point. It urged him to move forward, but still he resisted. He could NOT do that! He had to turn, to leave the room. He HAD to go, now, or he never would. He was terrified. The world seemed to spin about him, shifting and swirling like the warring green-gold of Jeff’s eyes. He felt his muscles move as he began to turn, felt very pulse beat of his heart, felt his blood flowing through his veins. He had to do this... for Jeff’s sake, if not his own. He began to turn. Jeff wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to run wildly about like a beast... but he couldn’t. All he could do was stare. The emotions had him in their grasp, but still he fought hard. Matt... he filled his senses, his thoughts... threatened to fill his soul... It was as though he were standing on the verge of a mine field at the edge of a jungle. The only choices, go forward... he would most certainly step on a mine... Game Over. Or, go back into the dark, suffocating jungle, where vines crept up in the shadows and slowly choked the life out of you. His mind seemed to run... run like a mouse in a maze, scampering wildly, blindly, trying to find it’s way out. Then, in slow motion, he saw Matt... he saw Matt begin to turn... Game Over. Matt began to turn, his muscles sliding over each other as he moved. Slowly, oh so slowly, like molasses. He was scared. Big, bad Matt Hardy was scared. He turned. The very instant his eyes left Jeff’s he was suddenly so very, very cold. Cold like a blizzard, cold like the vacuum of space... dark, too. His soul was cold, dark... like a shadow had fallen over him, only on the inside. He was trapped in the darkness. He hurt all over. He wanted to cry. He continued to turn, moving farther and farther into the darkness... farther away from the light... farther away from Jeff... Jeff had been the light. Matt’s eyes left his. Jeff hadn’t moved, but Matt’s eyes were gone, turning away. His very being screamed in violent denial. His whole body spasmed. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t. He wasn’t strong enough, not without Matt. He was on his feet, not knowing how he’d gotten there. His whole body braced, waiting for the hand of God to strike him down, and not afraid of it, as long as he had... “Matt,” the word was a whisper, but it was torn from his vocal cords with raw force. Matt had barely moved, but it had seemed like so much more. For that instant he was gone. Matt’s eyes flicked back, locking once more with Jeff’s. He couldn’t breath. He had been in the darkness, but the light had called him back with a single whispered word... a single command that could not be denied. Eyes locked, both men felt it. Like a wave washing over the sand, a blissful surrender washed over them, moving out form their very cores and spreading, filling, saturating every atom of there bodies and every bit of their souls. They gave into it, loving it... loving... eachother. They had crossed the threshold and there was no turning back. Not because they couldn’t, but because they didn’t want to. Matt say tears in his baby brother’s eyes, and felt the coll wetness on his own cheeks. “Jeff,” he whispered. The word a prayer for forgiveness to whomever they may have offended. He let the duffel bag slip off his shoulder and to the floor. Something fell from Jeff’s hand, fluttering to the ground daintily. It was a picture, Matt saw, of himself. He felt a joy inside that can not be expressed in words as he crossed the space between himself and Jeff, but once there, he did no know what to do next. Jeff could feel the heat of Matt’s body radiating against his skin, and wanted more. He reached out one hand, and lightly brushed the backs of his fingers over Matt’s cheek. His brother’s eyelids fluttered down, but did not close. Jeff could see how much he liked his touch. He continued his soft caress, trailing his fingers down and across Matt’s chin, the course hair of Matt’s beard ticking his skin, and brushed his thumb oh so lightly over his brother’s full bottom lip. Jeff’s touch sent sparks shooting all through Matt’s body. The darker Hardy watched Jeff’s eyes follow the path of his fingers on Matt’s skin. When Jeff’s thumb brushed over his lip, he let his mouth fall open a fraction, like the feeling too much. Jeff’s hand continued over the side of his big brother’s throat, slipping behind to tickle the short hairs at the base of his neck. Then, he gently pulled Matt forward. He looked into the warmth of his brown eyes, feeling Matt slip his arms around his waist as Jeff pulled him close. He didn’t hesitate one iota as he moved in and gently pressed his own warm lips to the soft fullness of Matt’s. Matt returned the softly intense kiss with equally gentle urgency. Their lips moved silkily over each other’s mouths, giving a pleasure beyond compare. Matt took the initiative and brushed his tongue over Jeff’s delicate upper lip. Jeff again did not hesitate to part his lips slightly in invitation. Matt did not disappoint him. He slipped his tongue into the younger man’s mouth, groaning low in his throat when it was met by Jeff’s own hot searching tongue. Jeff wrapped his free arm around Matt’s waist, pulling him closer, their stomachs brushed, causing a jolt of awareness like a bolt of lightening. Matt tightened his hold, moving one arm up to encircle Jeff’s shoulders, pressing their yearning bodies fully together. Jeff moaned into his brother’s mouth, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Matt’s fingers clawed at the rainbow-haired man’s shirt, as Jeff caressed his aching mouth with his tongue. The wonderful torment was almost too much to bare. Then, Jeff broke the kiss, pulling back. Both Hardyz were breathing heavily, trying to regain their senses. Jeff looked at Matt and smiled. “I always wondered what all those girls saw in you,” he joked, but his voice was heavy with need. Matt found himself blushing under his brother’s hungry gaze. “I always knew what they saw in you,” he told the younger man. There was a mischievous gleam in the larger Hardyz eyes. “You’re a freak. Girls dig that.” Jeff smiled, he pressed his lips to Matt’s shortly, to remind the man just who was a freak here. “Yes, I am,” Jeff told him, not bothering to tone down the heat in his voice. He pressed his pelvis against his brother’s, rubbing against him. Matt shuddered involuntarily at the intimate contact, and groaned, pressing back against Jeff. “I...” Jeff began, not sure if he should say what he was feeling, if it was too fast. Matt smiled. “I know,” he assured the fairer man. “Me, too.” Jeff nodded, pressing his lips to Matt’s once more, parting them, and thrusting his tongue inside. Matt, removed his arms from around Jeff, and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. He tugged it free of Jeff’s blue jeans, and pulled it up over his brother’s head. He devoured the sight of the man’s bare torso, eyes skimming over the chest, flat stomach, and broad shoulders, though not so broad as his own, as though he’s never seen it before. He ran his hands over the hot flesh hungrily, wanting more. Jeff licked Matt’s ever pouty bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Matt’s felt his knees go weak, but Jeff held him up. Matt forced himself to pull away, and pushed Jeff back a fraction, removing his own shirt. Jeff smiled, letting his eyes and hands wander over the sleek skin of the darker man’s chest, shoulders, and stomach. They slid around to his back, firmly caressing his shoulder blades and tickling lightly over the sensitive small of his back. Then, Jeff’s hands moved lower, cupping his older brother’s ass boldly and pressing their groins together once again. Matt’s mouth moved form Jeff’s lips, to the side of his neck, tongue flicking his sensitive earlobe, teeth nipping his shoulder. He dropped to his knees, his hands on the other man’s waist, his mouth on his chest. Jeff bent part way over, leaning into the ministrations of Matt’s teeth and tongue as he grazed his pearly whites over Jeff’s skin. He moved to one small, dark nipple, first flicking it with the very tip of his tongue, and, when that cause Jeff to gasp, taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently. Jeff moaned loudly, and the other man sucked harder, catching the now hard bud between his teeth. Jeff’s knees felt about to buckle, but Matt held him in place with strong arms. He abandoned the tortured flesh, only to attack the other nipple until Jeff thought he might faint. Then, his brother trailed his hot, searching mouth down his stomach, worrying the younger Hardy Boyz belly button ring with his tongue and tugging it gently with his teeth. Matt’s hands, meanwhile, slid over his little brothers jeans, rubbing his thighs, squeezing his tight ass, and brushing over his crotch in a torturous tease, until they found his fly. He pulled back, looking up at his baby brother, and expertly undid his jeans. He tugged them down, revealing that Jeff, in his haste to leave the locker room, was not wearing anything under them. His erection now stood proud from his short, curled pubic hair, just as artfully shaven as his chin, pulsing and already dripping. Matt smiled up at his Jeff, who was looking half sheepish, half pleading. An interesting combination. He pulled the pants away as Jeff stepped out of them, then slowly slid his hands over the burning flesh of his brother’s thighs, and took his penis gently in his hands. “I always wondered,” Matt mused aloud, as he skillfully stroked the lovely erection. “Why you always take so long in the shower.” Jeff only groaned in response. He bit his bottom lip, unable to keep his eyes open from the pleasure Matt was giving him. Matt saw his eyes close, and looked to the organ he caressed. He wanted to use his mouth, but he had never given a blow job before, and thus was uncertain of how to proceed. He reasoned, that he knew what he himself liked, so... Jeff gave a raw shout of pleasure when Matt slipped his mouth over the head of his cock. He ran his tongue slowly over the velvety flesh, swirling it over the tip, tasting the precum that had leaked from his brother. It was a heady mixture, salty and sweet, and, coupled with the musky scent that was all Jeff’s own, was a potent aphrodisiac. Matt’s own erection pulsed painfully within the confines of his jeans, but he did not stop. Jeff’s throaty moans, and pleaful mews urged him on. He stroked Jeff lovingly as he moved forward, taking more of his brother into his mouth. He began to suck, rubbing his tongue over the underside, making Jeff shudder and cry out. Jeff’s fingers tugged the pony tail out, and wound themselves into the think black locks that spilled over Matt’s bare shoulders. Matt took Jeff deeper into his warm, wet mouth, and began to pump his erection in and out, sucking harder. Jeff’s head fell back, every muscle in his body tensed, trying to keep from giving in to the delicious tortured of Matt’s mouth. The sounds Jeff made were making Matt ache with need, and his fingers tugging gently at his hair only heightened what he was feeling. He couldn’t help his own small moan of need. The vibrations on Jeff’s pulsing cock, sent him over the edge. He let out a half sob, half scream as he erupted into Matt’s mouth. Matt swallowed reflexively as jet after jet of Jeff’s hot essence poured down his throat. What he couldn’t swallow, dripped down his chin, and coated his brother’s flushed skin. Jeff’s chest was heaving as he struggled to recover from his shattering orgasm. He looked down at Matt, his eyes shining, his body still trembling. The older Hardy licked the remnants of Jeff’s seed from his lips, wiping his chin with his fingers and sucking them clean. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the new taste. Jeff pulled Matt up to his feet, attacking his mouth ravenously. He could still taste himself. Jeff pulled back, encircling Matt’s neck with his arms, resting his head on his older brother’s shoulder, breathing deeply, trying to regain his composure. Matt stroked his trembling brother’s hair, smiling to himself, still aching terribly. Jeff kissed the smooth skin of his brother’s chest. Matt sighed, as Jeff’s hands caressed his shoulders. One hand massaged his tense muscles, while the other made it’s way down, trailing slowly over his arm, his back, his side. Jeff smiled as the muscles contracted involuntarily at his touch. Matt held his breath as the smaller man’s hot tongue stole out to lap at his neck, the teeth nipping not so lightly at his flesh, and his hand trailed lower. He cupped his brother’s crotch, rubbing him through the fabric of his black jeans. Matt gritted his teeth, moaning low in his throat. “Let’s get these off you,” Jeff said breathlessly. Matt scrambled to undo his jeans, while Jeff smiled on. Matt let out a small groan of relief when his throbbing member was finally freed from its restraint. Jeff wasted no time giving Matt just what his brother wanted. The younger man stroked his brother’s hard cock, slicking his fingers with the clear fluid that oozed forth from the opening. Matt’s hips rocked as Jeff’s hands expertly pumped his painfully erect organ. Then, his little brother dropped to his knees. Matt gazed down at him beseechingly, but Jeff shook his head, pulling Matt down to the carpet with him. Matt reached for Jeff’s cock, which was rapidly hardening once more, still slick with his own cum, but his brother batted his hand away. His little brother’s hands were driving Matt into a frenzy, his hips rocked faster, aching for release. Jeff leaned in and planted a light kiss on his brother’s cheek. “Do you want me inside you?” Jeff asked. Matt was taken aback. He knew Jeff was bisexual, but he’d never really given it much thought... until now. Jeff was experienced with this, not Matt. The role reversal was odd for the older brother who normally took the lead. “Yes,” Matt choked out. The answered surprised him. But he did, indeed, want Jeff inside him. He didn’t just want it, he needed it. Now. Jeff smiled, he gently pushed his brother against one of the double beds, positioning himself behind him. Matt tensed up, as Jeff had expected. He leaned close, but kept his body from touching the older man’s. “Shhhh,” he cooed reassuringly. “It’s okay.” Matt felt odd being comforted by his little brother, but the words made him feel better none the less. Jeff reached around in front of Matt and squeezed his erection, pumping it slowly at first, then faster, sending his brother into a blinding orgasm. Matt shouted, and moaned as his seed shout out, soaking the comforter and Jeff’s hand. Jeff took his now cum-slicked fingers and gently caressed Matt’s opening. Matt moaned, breathing heavily from climax. Jeff ever so slowly inserted one finger into his tight sheath. Matt jumped slightly, but was too relaxed from cumming to tense up. Jeff planned it that way. But he did not give his brother’s erection a rest. Instead he sought out Matt’s prostate straight off, brushing it over and over as he added another finger, stretching his brother’s tight entrance. Matt moaned into the coverlet, rocking back and forth in time with Jeff’s fingers inside of him. His member going from semi-rigid to rock solid in a matter of seconds. Matt, never much more than a one shot kind of guy, was now aching for release again. Jeff kissed his brother’s shoulder. “Ready?” he asked quietly. Matt nodded and groaned out a yes. Jeff removed his fingers, and ever so gently pressed his own erection against Matt’s opening. He carefully slid into his brother, emitting a guttural grunt as he filled him completely. He paused, allowing the man time to adjust to his size. He kissed Matt’s shoulders and back in an effort to keep him relaxed. When Matt mewled with need, Jeff began to rock in and out of him slowly, gently. Matt moved with him. Matt’s hands gripped the hotel room blanket as the intense pleasure of his brother inside him pulsed through out his body. With every slow thrust Jeff bumped Matt’s sweet spot causing him to groan and cry out. Jeff could barely think, the feeling of being inside Matt, as cliched as it may sound, was the best he’d ever experienced. Only his strong love for his brother kept him in check, keeping him from fucking his brother, instead of making love to him. As both men neared their climaxes, their movement’s increased slightly in speed and roughness, but Jeff was determined to keep this gentle for his big brother’s first time. For their first time together. He felt himself nearing the edge, Matt moans and shouts of lust driving his crazy, and concentrated on bringing matt with him, he reached around and stroked his brother’s still slick cock. Matt bucked back against him and shouted. He reached back and held on to Jeff’s neck, mewling with passion. He bucked again, and once more. Then he came, wildly, violently, his hand tearing at the bed, his fingers digging into Jeff’s back. He gave a choked sob, shouted his brother’s name, then half screamed as he once again came into his brother’s hand. Jeff felt Matt’s inner muscles spasm around him and came with a crushing force. A carnal growl erupted from his throat as he spilled his seed into his beloved older brother. Pleasure radiated out, wholly consuming each man, as they climaxed together. Then, completely drain, both slumped forward, matt resting on the bed, Jeff resting on Matt’s sweat slicked back. After a time, Jeff kissed Matt’s neck and gently pulled out of him. He could barely moved, and Matt was no better off. After a few moments, Jeff regained enough strength to clean them both up. He managed to get Matt and himself to the other, unsoiled bed, and under the covers before sheer exhaustion claimed him. His head rested on Matt’s shoulder and their arms were wrapped lovingly about each other. Jeff looked up into the eyes of his older brother, each barely able to keep their lid up. He smiled tiredly and kissed him lightly, both savoring the feel of the simple gesture of affection. “I love you, Matt,” Jeff whispered. Matt smiled. “I love you, too, Baby,” he told hid little brother, using out loud for the first time the endearment he had always had for Jeff, but could never bring himself to vocalize. Jeff sighed and snuggled closer to him, liking the sound of Matt calling him his baby. Both men felt sleep creep over them, and fought it half-heartedly, not wanting the beautiful moment to end. They felt happier than ever they could remember feeling, and gave in to it. It may be wrong, but to them, it felt too right to ignore, and each was glad for the choice he had made. The brother’s drifted off to contented rest in each other’s arms, knowing this was only the beginning. The Hardy Boyz were together. The brothers were home.