"How can you stand here in front of me and say those things to me two day before Christmas?" Tears started to fall from those soft chocolate brown eyes.
Jericho just stood there expressionless."Could say what?"
"That you donīt love me anymore." More tears were freely falling from those eyes now. Eyes, which were full of hurt and full of fear.
"To quote Kurt Angle itīs true, itīs true. I donīt love you Matt. Maybe I never have." Chris started to walk way as Matt broke into heartbreaking sobs. What has he done wrong he asked himself. He slid down the wall and curled up on the floor. Why, Chris why? He couldnīt understand why his Chrissy has done this to him. And today of all days. Today were they wanted to fly home to Mattīs to celebrate Christmas together. Matt has told his family and all of his friends that he wouldnīt celebrate with them this year. He has dreamed about this Christmas as one of the best he would ever have. He dreamed about laying in Chrisīs warm, strong and protectiv arms. He dreamed about how he would kiss his lover. But now his dream was shattered into thousend pices. He shook his head sadly. At that moment he knew his soul was dead. He knew that he wouldnīt be able to forget the moment as Chris, his love, has killed his soul.
Some time later he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. In front of him with concern written all over his features stood his brother Jeff.
"Oh God, Matty! What happened?" He reached toward his brother and brushed some of Matt black curls out of his face.
"Itīs Ch-Chris." Matt cryed.
Jeff took a hold of his brothers hands and looked him deep into his brown eyes.
"What has he done?" he asked even though he knew it out of the state Matt was in.
Mattīs lips trembled as he wispered. "Heīs gone Jeff. He has left me."
Jeff looked at his heartbroken brother, he felt so sorry for him. "Letīs go home Matty."
He took Matt in his arms and they walked to their dressing room.
Some hours later at the airport they saw Chris as he checked in for his flight to Tampa, Florida. He didnīt looked up to the brothers, but they could see him. The look on his face was heartless and arrogant. Matt ddidnīt said a word, he just stood there heartbroken and silently crying. The flight to North Carolina was a quite one. None of the brothers said a single word. Jeff felt truly sorry for Matt, he knew how much his brother loved Chris. Since Helloween the two were the happiest couple he knew. What had changed that?
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Chris was in his bed, but couldnīt sleep. What has he done to his baby, to his love, to his Matty? He knew what he has done, but why? Why couldnīt he love him ? He knew the answers to all his questions. He was so scared that Matt could hurt him. But he knew that his Matthew would not hurt him in the way he has hurt his baby. He was sure he could never forgive himself for his actions.
The last thing he saw before he fell asleep was Mattīs face with his soft brown eyes so full of tears. Tears that he has caused.
Somewhere in the middle of the night he woke up and looked into his dark room. Out of the darkness stepped something and Chris looked closer. The form in front of him looked like Mattīs brother Jeff, but it was so mysterious it doesnīt even seemed to be human at all. As he stepped closer to Chris a golden light flowed from his form.
The being helt his hand out and Chris noticed a little flame that danced in the palm of that hand.
"Look Christopher!" The voice was everything but human. Calm. Harsh. and somewhat calulating, all mixed together..
As Chris looked closer the flame became biger and brighter. In the flame a picture appeared. Chris saw himself in the ring and backstage, but nobody talked or even looked at him more than they absolutly needed to. Not even his Jerichoholics liked him anymore. This was his wortest fear. He was an outsider, an aggogant loner, whoīs doubt was stronger than his love.
"They hate you for what you did to Matthew." The voice wispered into Chrisīs ear.
Then Chris saw Matt in the ring, Edge performed a neckbreaker on him. Chris recogniced that something went wrong as Matt lay motionless on the mat. Chris wanted to scream, but no sound escaped his lips.
The picture changed and he saw Matt and Edge in Mr. McMahon office. Chris was so relieved that his baby was alive. Matt began to speak to Vince McMahon and Chris could hardly understand the words.
"Vince please donīt blame Adam. This was all my fault. Iīm not able to concentred on my work, Iīm sorry. Vince I want to quit."
"Why?" Vince was shocked.
"I can not work here anymore, Vince. I canīt come to work everyday and see him. I love Chris and it has nearly killed me as he left me this way. Please Vince let me out of my contract."
"OK Matthew. I can understand where you coming from. Iīm sorry."
"Donīt be. This isnīt your fault." There was a small, sad smile on Mattīs face.
"Look what he has become since then." The voice said again.
Matt sat on his couch a far away look in his eyes. He looked so sad and somewhat broken.
Chris wanted to scream again as he saw Mattīs eyes. His babyīs eyes which were used to be soft, but full of life, were now pale and lifeless. Matt seemed as if he has aged for years.
With that the flame went out. The room was dark again, the only light coming from this golden form and its shining emerald green eyes.
"If you want to live that life I showed you, ok. But he didnīt deserve this. Do you really want him to live this life? Well, look into your heart and youīll find the answer." With that Jeff, the angel or whatever it was exactly disappered into the darkness again.
Chris curled up on his bed and did something he hasnīt done in a long time, he began to cry. How could he do this to his baby? He knew how much his Matty loved Wrestling. How could he made him stop doing it? How could he become such an asshole? Because he couldnīt show his true feelings, he was afraid to get hurt. So he hurt other people instead.
He couldnīt let this future come true. He knew deep down inside that he really, turly loved Matt. But he has never showed it and that had to stop! He had to show Matty how much he loved him.
With a new strength he got out of bed and took a shower. After that he called the airport to book a flight to North Carolina. Seeing that his flight was early in the morning, he used the rest of the night to pack up the things he would need.
***************
Chris got out of the cab in front of Mattīs house, a lot of red roses in his hands. All day long he tryed to call Matt but nobody answered. He got an odd feeling. Could Matt ever forgive him for what he has done?
As he walked towards the front porch he noticed for the first time how cold it was in Cameron . Everything was covered in snow. Coming from Florida and wearing only a thin jacket, Chris wasnīt even prepared for such a tremendous cold weather.
Chris rang the bell several times, but again nobody opened the door.
Walking around the house he realized that it was dark and empty.
"Where are you Matty?" Chris asked aloud "Oh God I pushed him away for too long."
He wipeed away the snow from the top step and sat down on the porch to wait for Matt.
*****************
"What the hell do you do here?! The unusual cold voice of Matt brought Chris out of his toughts.
"Matt, oh thank God youīre ok."
"OK?" He laughed a little. "Iīm not ok, Chris. Iīm nearly dead, but this is nothing of you concern." Mattīs voice sounded even colder now.
"Matty..." Chris wanted to give him the flowers, but was cut off by Matt.
"Donīt you Matty me!" While speaking Matt threw the roses on the ground into the snow. Chris looked on shocked.
"Matt please I need to talk to you." His voice was only a beg and this was something unusual for Chris..
"But I donīt want to talk to you, Chris. The last time you talked to me you broke my heart! So why should I talk to you?"
"Iīm sorry. I want to explain my self." Chris begged.
"I donīt think you are able to do that Chris. Now leave me alone. I want to celebrate this years Christmas all alone, without friends, without family and without love." Matt said bitter as he walked into the house.
It broke Chrisīs heart to hear his baby so upset and depressed and to know that it was his fault. "Iīm not leaving you before you talked to me." His voice was slightly demanding, but his eyes were full of tears and begged Matt to listen to him.
"Fine!" Without looking back Matt closed the door behind him.
To Chris Matt voice seemed colder than the weather in North Carolina and the hardness in it send shivers down his spine.
************
Chris didnīt know for how long he sat there and stared at the fallen red roses on the ground.
It began to snow and slowly the flowers were covered up with soft, white snowflakes. Chris graped for a single rose and pressed it to his chest. But he couldnīt feel anything in his hands and his fingers were almost blue.
What he didnīt realized was a movement behind the window. Matt observed him.
Trembling Chris stood up, only to be on his knees a second later. Then he collapsed completely, shaking like a leaf, the rose still in his hand and pressed to his heart.
"No!" Matt screamed so loud he was sure Chris has heard him. He knew he couldnīt be as heartless as Chris. Even tought Chris has hurt him a great deal and killed his soul, he still loved him more than life itself. This outside in the cold winter air was his love. His love lying there in the snow, with only a very thin jacket, unmoving. His Chrissy was supposed to be in there with him, in his arms, not in the death grip of the winter air. Matt wouldnīt make the same mistakes as Chris. As fast as he could he ran to the door.
Hearing that the door opened Chris looked up surprised, then closed his eyes again. Matt felt to his knees next to him."Damn you Chris. Why do you have to be so stubborne?" Matt took Chris in his arms and carried him into the house. He didnīt recognized how heavy Chris was until he laid him on the couch in the living room. Then he went to the kitchen to get some tea ready for Chris. He returned to his love, stripped him of off his colthes and put several blankets around him. After he got the tea he went to the couch and saw that Chris has opened his eyes.
"Matt " His voice was only a weak whisper.
"Shhh Chris." Matt sat down next to him, put his arms around his loveīs cold body and held him tight.
"Drink" He handed him the tea cup.
In addition, Chris thankfully drank the warm liquid.
"Matt"
"Shh Chris you need to rest!" Matt smoothed his hair back.
Chris felt so tired. He closed his eyes and rested his head in Mattīs lap.
**********
Chris was asleep and Matt played with his golden hair. They were still in the living room with Chris pressed against Matt to save the warmth which came from his dark haired love.
Then suddenly all the lights went out. Why is there a current failure at this time? Matt asked himself. He couldnīt keep his Chrissy warm without the heating on. Looking down on his peaceful sleeping love, he couldnīt wake him up, so he took him into his arms for the second time this night. He carried Chris up the stairs and into his bedroom. Once there he gentely laid him down on his bed. Matt stripped out of his clothes leaving only his black silk boxers. Then he stepped in the bed, curled up next to Chris and put the covers around them. With his arms protective around his Chrissy Matt drifted into a peaceful sleep himself. This time he didnīt saw the expressionless face of Jericho. This time he saw the smiling and love showing face of his love, his Chrissy.
*************
Chris woke up and looked around. Mattīs bedroom. He thought. How did I come here? The last thing he remembered was his breakdown in front of Mattīs house. Then Matt giving him some wonderful hot tea. And from that point on nothing, all black. But now he was in Mattīs bed and Matt nowhere around.
He smelled something. Breakfast? He got out of bed and into baggy jeans and an old sweater, which were actually Matt.
*******
Matt looked up from the table as he saw Chris coming down the stairs in his clothes.
"Sit down Chris!" He said softly as Chris has reached the kitchen table.
"Thanx Matthew, for all." Chris was obviously insecure . How should he behave this close to Matt.
He sad down carefully, without looking up.
"For what?" asked Matt.
Chris awoke from his daydream and than said "For your help and…" he couldnīt complete the sentence. He wasn’t able to say it at this moment in his condition.
"A few days ago, we were a couple so it was normal that I saved you. Even tough you nearly killed me I couldnīt have let you die there outside. But what would you say next, you’ve stop with and…" The whole time Mattīs voice was only a whisper, it seemed as if he didnīt want to destroy the silent atmosphere, which was in the kitchen since Chris came in.
Chris bowed his head, so that Matt couldn’t see the tears in his eyes.
He tried to speak without trembling. "And, Thanx for you love. You helped me, in spite of my foolish thing. You where there for me." Matt’s hands touched Chris’s causing him to raise his head
"Hey Chris, don’t cry." Matt still keep his hand over Chris’s. " But why?"
Chris knew exactly what Matt meant.
"Because Iīm an asshole, because Iīm such a fucking idiot." There was it again the guilt he felt towards Matt and the tears were falling from his eyes now. "I was so afraid that maybe you would hurt me that I couldnīt show my true feelings for you. I knew you would never hurt me, but my doubt was stronger. I love you Matt. I love you and I would do anything for you. If only you would love me again." Chris broke into tears.
"Iīve never stopped loving you." Matt stood now next to Chris and put his arm around him.
Chris looked up slowly. "You mean." Matt nodded. "I love you Chrissy more than anything."
He put a finger under Chrisīs chin and kissed him.
Chris was so happy he saw stars. It felt so good in Matt arms, so safe, he never wanted to let go.
"Donīt you ever do this to me again!" Matt broke the kiss, now own tears in his eyes.
"Never." Chris pressed himself against Mattīs chest.
"Now", Matt wiped some of Chrisīs tears away with his hand "itīs time to open the presents."
Chris stood up and they walked up to the Christmas tree.
**************
Sitting now under the wonderful tree, Matt took his loveīs hand and smiled.
"This is for you, my love."
"You still have a present for me after all that Iīve done?" Chris asked as he took the small black velvet box.
"Well Iīve had this for a long time. I kept it hoping that you might come back to me. And so you did." Matt smiled and gave Chris a quick but loving kiss. "Now open it!"
Carefully Chris undid the golden ribbon and opened the box. His heart nearly stopped as he looked into the box and found a small silver cross with blue stones, which perfectly matched his eyes, on a silver necklace.
"That is ... just beautieful, Matt." He hugged Matt tight to his chest. "Can you put it on me please?"
"Sure!" Matt took the nacklace and put it around Chrisīs neck.
Chris touched the cross and looked deep into Mattīs eyes. "Thank you so much." He was on the edge of tears.
Matt hugged him then sat back and watched him take his breath.
Chris took Mattīs hand and reached in his pocket with his other hand. Pulling out a brilliant golden ring while smiling at Matt. He separated Mattīs fingers and put the ring on him. The ring fited just perfect and looked wonderful on Mattīs finger.
Matt just stared down to his hand open-mouthed.
"Matt, I know I put you trough a lot of shit and I have hurt you deeply." Chris softly whispered. "But I love you Matt. I can not live without you, I know that now. I want to be able to show my feelings for you openly to the world. I love you more than anything, Matt and thatīs why." Chris looked even deeper in Mattīs eyes now. "Matthew Moore Hardy will you please marry me?"
Matt was positively shocked and had tears in his eyes. He nodded his head not sure if he could speak right now. Then he chocked out.
"Oh YES Chris, a thousand times yes!!!"
The two kissed passionately, then broke apart breathless.
"I love you Chrissy!" Matt whispered still pressed close to his loveīs body.
"I love you too, Matty. May all your wishes come true."
"Actually there is one dream you could let come true for me." Matt had an evil smile on his lips.
"Whatīs that?" Chris grinned too. He could imagine what his Matty wanted at this moment.
"Show me how much you love me. Make love to me, Chris. I need to be deep inside of you. I want to know that you are mine!" Matt laid back on the floor as Chris softly laugh.
Chris joined Matt on the floor and strarted to kiss him all over his face.
He licked Mattīs lips gently with his tongue.
When Matt opened his mouth, gasping, Chris tongue slipped inside for a little exploration.
While deepening the kiss Matt wrapped his arms around Chris, so that their bodies were pressed together.
Matt could feel the hardening penis of Chris pressing into his tight. He pulled his body away far enough from Chrisīs to get his hand in between them and touched Chris softly through his jeans. In no time, Chris`s shaft grew to full erection.
"No wait." Gasped Chris. "It should be for you and not for me. I have so much to give." A mischievous grin lay on his lips as he kissed Matt on his neck, then he began to help Matt out of his sweater. Chris smiled as he saw that Matt wore nothing under it. Slowly his hands touched Mattīs unclothed area. His fingers played with the tiny, soft, black hair on his chest. Then Matt felt a tongue on his nipples, harding them into numb, little buds. He moaned as Chrisīs tongue licked the way towards the waiseband of his pants.
He opened the zipper with slow movements. The whole time his eyes stared into Mattīs. Matt laid on his back unable to do anything. It was like an explosion, when Chris opened his jeans. He felt Chrisīs hand all over his body. Soft, sensual touches and after a few moments his dick was harder than ever before in his life. He needed Chris so badly. Matt closed his eyes and pushed his hips in his loverīs hand
Chris smiled "Ah Matty, is it so good, that you canīt control yourself ?"
The only thing, which came over Mattīs lips were moans. Chris took them as a big YES. Mattīs actions showed him how much Matt liked this.
Matt held his breath, as Chris fingers began to stroke his shaft. Chris looked at Matt. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" shouted Matt. "I mean... uh, oh no. I like it. Oh God. It is only that ah it was so long ago, that I felt your body this close to mine..." Chris silenced Matt with closing his lips over Mattīs in a gentle kiss. "Donīt speak, my dear. You donīt have to wait for me anymore Iīll give you all I can." With that, he moved away from Mattīs face and kissed downwards along Mattīs collarbone, over his chest and to his hardness. Before his lips touched Mattīs member, his hands took a hold on Mattīs hips. Then Chrisīs hands slowly wrapped around Mattīs firm ass. "Mmmh, Matt I love you. I love to feel my mouth around you, you in me." His love couldnīt reply, he was far away from coherent thoughts let alone speech, as Chris began to lick lightly at the head of Mattīs thick and rock hard manhood.
Chris sensed Mattīs excitement and took him
into his mouth as far as he could in one quick motion. He didnīt
want to tease him any longer. His mouth moved slowly up and down
as his hands cupped Mattīs balls and squeezed them gently.
The only thing what Matt could feel was the pressure build up on
his groin. He started to moan louder and his hands grabbed Chrisīs
hair. "Please, Oh God Chris oh I need to come."
" Not just yet." Chris whispered into Mattīs dark curls. His breath touched Mattīs hot skin.
He slowed down on Matt to a torturous pace. Mattīs body twitched, while his cock was oozing pre-cum.
After what seemed to be eternity to Matt, Chris began to suck harder, until Mattīs groans could be clearly heard above the light Christmas music playing in the background.
" Oh Chris Iīm gonna come oh God"
"Yeah come for me." Chrisīs voice send vibrations through Mattīs cock and he erupted into his lovers waiting mouth. As Chris swallowed every drop of Mattīs liquid.
Matt looked visibly more relaxed after he had
gone over the edge. On his face was an incomparably smile.
Chris glided over Mattīs body up to his face. His eyes were full
of love. Matt caressed his babies face. "Now, let me show
you, how much I loved you."He supported his words with a
long and deep kiss. His tongue went from Chrisīs mouth to his
ears and back over his whole face, doing so Matt took Chris out
of his clothes. His own cock started to harden again. He kissed
Chris all over his body. His hands buried in deep Chrisīs golden
hair. Matt pulled his hands reluctantly from Chrisīs head, just
to get the baby oil, which was under the tree.
Chris looked surprised up to the little bottle. "I canīt
believe it. You were prepared?"
Matt grinned. "Well, I hoped my dream could come true tonight so I donīt want to wast time with things I could have done before. This should be my second Christmas present for you." Matt opened the bottle and the oily liquid running over Mattīs hands. He distributed the baby oil all over Chrisīs body with a regular rhythm. Under his soft hands, he felt how his loverīs manhood reacted to the touch. While kissing, Chris Matt used the liquid on himself. With a slow movement, he turned Chris in the right position. Placing his ankles over his shoulders, so he could watch him. After some moments of slow fingering Matt looked deep in his loverīs eyes.
"You are mine, Chris. All mine." Gasped Matt possessive and then in one slow, firm stroke he buried his entire cock in Chrisīs ass. With a loud groan, Chris welcomed Matt. He loved the way Matt felt inside of him. So thick and hard.
Matt began a slow pace.
"Youīre so tight Chris and so fucking hot." Now it was Chris who only could moan.
The only meanful words he said were "harder" or "faster". Matt obeyed slamming into Chris harder and faster until he pulled his cock nearly all the way out to ram it back into Chris. Making his lover moan even more.
Of course this heated lovemaking brought to them to the brink of orgasm fast. Only a few trusts later Chris came, screaming Mattīs name over and over again.
As Chris inner muscles tightened around Mattīs cock Matt flowed deep in Chris.
Matt licked Chrisīs cum from his hands. Then pulled out of Chris carefully and laid beside him.
Chris felt empty after Mattīs huge cock has left him. However, a second later the emptiness was replaced through Mattīs caresses and loving kisses.
They lay there both breathing hard and exhausted. They were tired even though it was only shortly after noon.
"Rest, Little one." Matt kissed Chris on the forehead.
"Hey donīt call me little one. Iīm older and taller than you." Chris tried to look angry, but failed. He couldnīt keep the smile from his face, now that he was together with his Matty, his love, again.
"Youīll always be my little one, Chrissy." Matt said before he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. His soul was alive again, more than ever.
"Iīll be always yours!" Chris whispered and then followed his soon to be husband into dreamland.
~THE END~
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