His flight had been delayed - again. All he wanted to do was get home, but it wasn't happening any time soon. The storm had the airport locked down tight in Detroit, so he was stuck in Rhode Island for the night. His blonde curls were pulled back with his now trademark bandana. Walking to the ticket counter, he smiled and asked about the nearest motel.

The girl behind the counter recognized him immediately, and told him that she would check on motels nearby. She suggested that he wait in the lounge, and she would call him when she found something. He smiled brightly at her and headed for the bar. He spotted an empty seat and ordered a beer.

After the bartender asked for his ID and handed him his drink, he took a long sip, then looked around, wondering if he could find anyone to talk to while he waited. At the other end of the bar, sitting back in the darkened corner, a familiar face greeted him.

The red and black streaked hair was unmistakable. He smiled to himself and took another swallow of his beer, then slid easily off the stool and headed for the other end of the bar. Surprisingly enough, the man sat alone, nursing a shot. As Matt approached, he thought of what he could say to the man.

For some strange reason, as soon as he was next to him, all rational thought went out the window and he said the first thing that popped into his head. "Hey, you're Jeff Hardy." Brilliant green eyes turned to look at him, as Jeff sarcastically responded, "oooh!! You're Matt from Tough Enough!"

He stared at Jeff for a moment before turning away, headed back to his seat. The dejected look on his face said it all. He cursed himself the entire time, wondering what in the hell made him act like such a…mark. The bartender came over and asked if he wanted another beer.

He was about to answer when the rich sound of a Carolina drawl interrupted him. "Bring him whatever he wants," Jeff said. "It's on me." Matt looked over his shoulder and Jeff smiled at him before sliding onto the seat next to him. "Look, kid," Jeff said, "I'm sorry about earlier. I've been havin' a bad day, and I just took it out on the first person that came near me."

Matt nodded as the bartender came back over with his beer and handed Jeff another shot. Matt raised his bottle in a salute to Jeff, who tapped the bottle with his glass. "To better days," Jeff said and downed his drink, making a face as the amber liquid burned its trail down his throat. Matt smiled, stopping just short of chuckling as Jeff turned to look at him.

Jeff smiled back at him. "Hey, s'ok, Matt," he said. "I ain't gonna bite your head off again." Matt nodded, then laughed softly. "Sorry, man," he replied. "You just looked kinda funny." Jeff's smile widened and he made another face, causing Matt to laugh so hard that the beer he had just swallowed came out his nose, causing both men to laugh even more.

After a few moments, they both calmed down and Jeff asked, "So, what's a nice kid like you doin' in a place like this?" Matt took a deep breath to steady his voice and answered, "I was up visiting some family and went to see the show tonight. Then, I got stuck here because of a storm back home." Jeff nodded. "What about you?" Matt asked.

"Just tryin' to get home, man," Jeff said, waving off the bartender when he asked if they wanted another round. "But, I can't get a flight out till morning, so I'm gonna have to find someplace to crash till then." Matt nodded. "The lady at the ticket counter is trying to find me a motel," he said.

They sat and talked for a while, when Matt heard himself being paged. He excused himself, returning a few minutes later. "She found a motel about a mile from here," he told Jeff. "You want to come with me and get a room there?" Jeff looked at him for a moment, thinking. "Sure, why not?" he replied, grabbing his bag from the floor. "Beats sittin' here all night."

Outside the terminal, they caught a cab and told him the name of the motel. When they arrived, Matt reached for his wallet and Jeff put his hand on Matt's arm, stopping him. "I got it," he said, and Matt smiled his thanks. They entered the office and the desk clerk looked up, his mouth dropping open.

Jeff smiled at him. "Somebody from the airport said you had some rooms available," he said. The guy looked from Jeff to Matt, then said, "Well, we have one vacancy. There's a convention here, so we're pretty booked up." Matt said, "Well, I guess we could find somewhere else to stay." The man shook his head.

"You won't be able to find another motel for a few miles," he said. "That's fine," Jeff said, handing him his credit card. "We'll take the room." The man nodded, then said, "It's a single, but we can put a cot in there for you." Jeff waved his hand, saying, "That's fine. I don't care if I have to sleep on the floor."

After they had checked in and were given directions to their room, Matt turned to Jeff as they walked to the room and said, "I'll take the cot. You had a rough match tonight and need to rest more than I do." Jeff smiled, shaking his head. "I've had worse," he said. Matt smiled back. "Yeah," he replied. "At least it wasn't a ladder match!"

They arrived at their room and Jeff opened the door, turning on the lights as they entered. He shrugged as he looked around. "Well, as least it's warm," he said. They both dropped their bags on the floor and Jeff tossed his jacket over the chair. Matt did the same, then sat on the edge of the bed.

Jeff kicked off his shoes and pulled the sweatshirt he was wearing over his head, adding it to the pile in the chair. His headband came off and he shook his head as his hair fell in front of his face, covering the top half. He looked at Matt through his bangs, then sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard.

"So," Jeff said, studying Matt, "who do ya think is gonna win?" Matt looked at him for a moment, then said, "Jonah, definitely. I'm not sure about the other one." Jeff laughed and rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're supposed to say that YOU'RE gonna win." Matt shrugged. "The others are better than me," he replied.

Jeff sat up and stared at Matt. "Is that what ya really believe?" he asked. Matt shrugged again, then slowly nodded his head. Jeff sighed. "Matt, listen to me," he said. "You gotta believe in yourself before anybody is gonna do it. You ain't gonna get anywhere in this business until you know, - in your head, in your heart, in your gut - that you are the best."

"But…" Matt started to say. "But what?" Jeff asked, scooting closer to Matt. "They're bigger than you? They're quicker than you? They know more moves?" Matt nodded in agreement. "Bullshit." He cocked his head and looked at Jeff, who started waving his arms around as he spoke. "Ya think it's all about bein' big and strong? It ain't. It's about passion and drive and…"

Jeff's voice trailed off as he realized he was giving Matt the same speech his brother gave him every time he complained about work. Jeff laughed to himself. "Jesus, I sound like my brother," he whispered under his breath. He put his hand on Matt's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Ya just gotta believe, kid," he said.

Matt nodded. "That's what Jonah always says," he replied. Jeff moved closer to Matt on the bed and looked at him. "What's the deal with you and Jonah anyway?" he asked. Matt blushed slightly, then said, "What do you mean? We…we're buddies, you know?" Jeff nodded as he chuckled under his breath.

"Buddies, huh?" he repeated. "Do ya mean buddies…" He wiggled his eyebrows at Matt, "or do ya mean BUDDIES?" Matt blushed deeper and turned away from Jeff, stammering. "I…I don't know what you mean," he said, causing Jeff to laugh louder. "Look kid, lemme tell ya somethin'. Ain't much I don't know about the shit that goes on in the locker room. Hell, it's only natural, bein' around somebody all the time," Jeff said.

Matt hung his head and nodded slowly. "It's not like I'm gay or anything," he said. Jeff put his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Well, I am," he replied. Matt's head shot up and he looked into Jeff's eyes. "Ain't like I've never been with women, I just…prefer men, ya know?" Jeff said. Matt nodded. "Jonah was the first," he said as Jeff smiled. "Well, he was the only, for that matter."

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed next to Matt and put his arm around his shoulders. "S'ok, Matty," he said. "I understand completely." Matt nodded, then sighed. "Spill it," Jeff said. Matt stood and began to pace back and forth. "I…I guess I never saw myself as being…bi, ya know?" Jeff nodded. "I mean, I had a ton of girls chasing after me all the time, and rarely did I turn one down."

Jeff chuckled. "I get that, too," he said. "The funny thing is, once I tell 'em I ain't interested, then they get all motherly on me." Matt laughed. "So, now that you don't see him every day, do ya still think about…it?" Matt nodded. "Yeah, I do," he said. "But…it isn't always about Jonah." Jeff looked at him and Matt turned away.

A small smile crept across Jeff's face as he reached out and gently grasped Matt's arm as he paced by the bed again. "If ya don't wanna talk about it, we ain't gotta," Jeff said softly. Matt looked down at him and thought for a moment before speaking. "I…I was thinking about you earlier, when I was watching your match," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeff stood and faced Matt, reaching up and slowly removing the bandana from his hair, watching the curls fall around his face. Matt gasped softly as Jeff ran his fingers through his hair, rubbing a curl between them. "I always thought ya had pretty hair," Jeff said softly. "Matter a fact, I always thought there was a lot of pretty things about ya."

Matt blushed even more as Jeff's hand moved from his hair to cup the side of his face. His eyes slipped shut as Jeff leaned in, kissing him softly, his lips barely whispering over Matt's quivering mouth. His mind was reeling - just an hour ago, Jeff was cutting him down, and now, the same tongue that had cut him to the quick was gently pushing its way into his mouth, exploring every crevice there.

Jeff pulled back and Matt slowly opened his eyes, sure that this was just another of his dreams. Jeff looked at him questioningly and Matt nodded slowly, leaning forward to capture Jeff's lips in another kiss. His hands found their way to the silky red and black hair, pulling on it gently, trying to get as close to Jeff as he could at the moment.

Jeff's hands moved down Matt's arms, snaking around his back and finally resting on the firm flesh of his ass, pulling him closer. Matt gasped when he felt the hardness of Jeff's cock pushing against his, causing it to stir even more. Jeff chuckled softly, then slipped one hand around to cup the bulge in Matt's jeans.

Matt broke the kiss and looked at Jeff. "If ya wanna stop, just say so," Jeff said before licking a trail from Matt's lips to his ear, softly tugging on the lobe, licking and sucking. Matt shook his head slightly, then put his hand on Jeff's chest, plucking at a hardening nipple, causing Jeff to moan softly.

No words were necessary as hands moved over skin that was heating up more and more, finding softness and firmness in the same touch. Jeff hesitated briefly as his hands moved to the waistband of Matt's jeans, looking at him for confirmation before unsnapping them and pulling the zipper down.

Jeff's hand slid back around and down inside Matt's pants, his hands rubbing and kneading his ass, causing their groins to bump and rub against each other. Matt stood there, enjoying the feel of Jeff's hands and mouth on his skin, unsure of what to do next. Jeff stepped back and undid his own jeans, pushing them to the floor and kicking them off into the corner.

The front of his leopard print bikinis was stretched to the limit, and he could feel the drops of wetness beginning to leak from the head of his cock. Matt's eyes were riveted to the throbbing lump as he dropped to his knees in front of Jeff. He leaned forward and kissed a spot under Jeff's belly button, running his tongue over the bar piercing it. The sounds of pleasure coming from Jeff were all the encouragement he needed.

Carefully Matt pulled Jeff's underwear down, smiling as the object of his attention almost hit him in the face. "Damn," was the only thing he could say as he leaned forward and licked the head, committing the sweet taste of Jeff Hardy to his memory. Grasping the base, Matt slowly sucked the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around as he sucked the tip as far into his mouth as he could.

Jeff put his hand on the top of his head, gently grabbing a handful of curls as Matt continued to suck and stroke him. Jeff spread his legs slightly, holding on to Matt for support as his entire body begin to tingle. Matt's other hand dropped to his waist and he stroked himself through his boxers, wanting more, but also wanting to make Jeff feel as good as he could.

Suddenly, Jeff pulled Matt's head back and his cock popped out of his mouth. Jeff took a few deep, ragged breaths before pulling Matt up and kissing him hard. "I hope that was okay," Matt said nervously. Jeff kissed his nose and replied, "it was perfect, baby. But, there's something else I wanna do even more'n that."

Matt nodded and wrapped his arms around Jeff's neck, kissing him deeply once again. Jeff reached down and pushed Matt's pants down, then led him to the bed where he told Matt to sit. Dropping to his knees carefully, Jeff removed Matt's pants and boxers, then whistled softly at the hard cock staring back at him.

"I knew it," Jeff said. Matt looked at him worried. "What?" he asked hesitantly, afraid of what Jeff would say. "It's just as pretty as the rest of ya," Jeff said before sucking it into the back of his throat. Jeff's talented mouth and tongue worked its magic, alternating between gentle swirling and hard sucking, causing Matt to buck upwards into his mouth.

"Christ," Matt muttered as he felt Jeff's fingers softly stroking over his entrance. He fell back on the bed, sure that he was going to die right then and there. Who would have thought that he would be alone, in a motel room, flat on his back with Jeff Hardy's head bobbing up and down between his legs? And who would have thought he would have loved it so much?

Jeff stopped sucking and Matt made a small moan of protest. "Don't worry, baby," Jeff said as he reached for his bag. "It ain't over yet." Matt watched as he pulled out a bottle of lube and quickly coated his hand before resuming his position between Matt's legs. As he sucked Matt's cock back into his mouth, Jeff gently pushed one finger inside, the tightness causing his cock to harden even more.

Matt tightened around Jeff's finger momentarily before he relaxed, and Jeff pushed it in even further. Jeff was sucking him slower now, trying to ease the pain that the invasion was causing. Soon another finger found its way in, then another as Jeff stretched him, preparing him for what was yet to come. Matt felt the butterflies growing in the pit of his stomach and knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

He started to tell Jeff that he was close, when the tip of Jeff's finger brushed over his prostate, causing him to buck up hard. "God, Jeff," he panted. "I'm gonna…" Jeff looked at him and smiled. "Just relax, baby," he said, digging his fingers into Matt's sweet spot. "Let go." Matt nodded as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and Jeff's mouth began its sweet assault on his cock once again.

He shot hard and fast into the back of Jeff's throat, screaming in pleasure as Jeff swallowed every drop like it was the sweet nectar from some exotic fruit. Jeff's fingers continued to stroke him softly as he came down from his high, then he raised himself up and looked Jeff right in the eye and said the only thing on his mind at that moment. "Fuck me, please."

Matt moved up on the bed and Jeff lay next to him, moving his hands over Matt's chest and stomach, pulling on his hard nipples, licking his stomach, and enjoying the way Matt's flesh quivered under his hands. Matt reached down and wrapped his hand around Jeff's cock, stroking him softly. Jeff stopped for a moment, enjoying the contact, before reaching for the bottle of lube once again.

He opened it, and Matt took the bottle from him, pouring some into his hand before he started stroking Jeff once again, coating his throbbing cock with the slick substance. When they were both sure that Jeff was well lubed, Matt let go and started to roll onto his stomach, but Jeff gently pushed him onto his back.

"I wanna watch your face," he said softly. Matt just nodded and spread his legs. Jeff reached down and grabbed Matt's hips, positioning himself between them and placing Matt's legs around his waist. "Stop me if it hurts, ok?" he said as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into Matt's ass. Matt grimaced slightly as Jeff pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

Jeff stopped for a moment before Matt looked at him and said it was okay, then he buried himself completely. "God, that feels…." They both spoke at the same time before bursting into laughter. Jeff propped himself up on one elbow, watching Matt's face. When Matt nodded that he was ready, Jeff pulled out, then slowly reentered, setting a slow, steady pace.

Matt sighed happily, wrapping his legs around Jeff's waist, pulling him in even deeper. Jeff let out a deep breath, then moved faster, relishing the feel of Matt's tight ass wrapped around him. Matt's cock begin to stir and Jeff smiled as he reached down and grabbed it, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Matt's hips shot off the bed when the tip of Jeff's cock brushed over his prostate.

Jeff smiled and begin to grind into him, his cock digging into the soft tissue there. Sweat soaked skin pounded into each other, and the only sounds filling the room were their soft moans of ecstasy. Matt grasped Jeff's shoulders as his cock begin to shoot, covering them both with thick, sticky fluid. As Matt's ass tightened around Jeff's cock, he threw his head back and let out a primal scream as his orgasm was ripped from him.

Jeff collapsed onto Matt's chest before gently pulling out, then he rolled over next to the younger man, pulling him into his arms. They both tried to catch their breath as they lay there, before Jeff leaned over and kissed Matt once again. "That was absolutely fuckin' fantastic," he said between breaths as Matt nodded wordlessly.

Both men were relaxing, drifting closer to sleep, when a knock on the door interrupted them. Matt quickly covered up and Jeff pulled on his pants, walking across the room and opening the door. A cot sat outside and Jeff pulled it into the room before shutting and locking the door once again. Matt looked at it and started to get up.

"Whatcha doin', Matty?" Jeff asked as he pulled his pants off and climbed back into the bed. Matt looked at him and laughed. "Hell, I don't know," he said as Jeff pulled him back into his arms, kissing him once again. "You ain't goin' nowhere, kid," Jeff growled softly, his hands once again reaching for Matt's cock.

Matt smiled as he felt himself stirring to life once again and he leaned forward, running his tongue over Jeff's lips. "I think those better days are here now, Jeff," he said with a smile. Jeff shrugged and said, "well, maybe next time, we should drink to better lays." Matt shook his head. "I don't think they get much better than this," he replied as Jeff's head disappeared between his legs once again.