Matt walked back towards the lodge, only the crunching of the snow under his feet broke the utter stillness of the cold night. The wind picked up again, and he scrunched himself against it trying to make himself as small of a target as possible. The exposed parts of his face tingled as if a thousand tiny needles were stabbing into his skin. There ought to be a fucking rule that no shows were to be scheduled north of the Mason-Dixon line after October. He never should have allowed Adam and Jay to talk him and Jeff into staying up in this northern hellhole for a couple of extra days to go skiing just so he could freeze his balls off. It hurt to even breathe. The air was sharp cutting into his lungs and spreading its frostiness throughout his body.

The full moon casting its light off the new fallen snow filled the night air with a chill bluish white radiance dimming out the clarity of the stars. It was certainly bright enough to see his way back to the lodge without the aid of a flashlight, though it lent a surreal quality to the landscape and cast strange shadows that mocked his vision.

Matt finally saw the welcome lights of the lodge ahead and he tried to quicken his pace but his stiff muscles refused to allow him and he continued on in the same plodding gait. The false warmth that booze had provided had long since drained away. Matt swore to himself that he would never drink another drop as long as he lived. Drunkenness was his only damn excuse for agreeing to go sledding in the middle of the night, dodging trees as they flew down the hill. It was a wonder any of them were still alive. Damn Canadians and their fucking traditions. The entire lot of them were insane. Matt decided to add his brother in with the others, they were still on the mountain going at it. Matt fervently hoped they didn't all fall into a snow bank, no one would find their bodies until June.

The lodge loomed before him and Matt kicked his foot against the steps of the porch knocking most of the snow off and sending brief flares of pain his legs. He lurched up the steps and fumbled at the door handle with hands made clumsy from stiffness and thick gloves. It was dead late, the foyer was lit only by the lights on the Christmas tree on one end of the room and by the dying red embers of the banked fire at the other end. He passed by the desk hearing a faint snore coming from the deskman. Matt glanced over and saw that he was leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Matt couldn't figure out why he hadn't toppled over. He was half tempted to startle him just to see the repercussions but then he decided that he was too tired for pranks. He headed up the stairs, he thought he'd never say something like that.

Matt entered the room that he shared with his brother and as quickly as his wooden muscles would let him shed his outer clothes and tossed them into a wet heap on one of the chairs. Jeff had left the radio on and it was playing some old 80's song.

Feel the heat, pushing you to decide.
Feel the heat, burning you up ready or not.
Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on.
Some like it hot and decide that they can't go on.
Some like it hot but you can't tell how hot till you try.
Some like it hot so lets turn up the heat till we fry.

He crossed the room and clicked off the radio. Irony was a mother fucker.

Matt went into the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. He undressed leaving another messy pile, this time on the bathroom floor, and stepped into the scalding spray. He leaned his arms against the tiled wall, laid his head on his arms and let the stinging water pelt his body. The sudden change of temperature made his skin itch and soon drove him from the steaming shower. He toweled his body dry roughly, donned boxers and scrambled under the covers of his bed cursing the cool sheets. He reached over and switched off the lamp plunging the room into darkness.

Exhaustion warred with the realization that he was still cold to his core. He contemplated getting up again and making a cup of hot cocoa but he couldn't force his body to move from his burrow under the quilts, curled up on his side to keep as much heat in. Drifting towards unconsciousness, his mind numbing in a haze that only registered cold and sleep, Matt didn't notice his brother returning to their room. He was abruptly made aware of Jeff's presence though when he felt a cold nose touch the back of his neck. With a startled yelp Matt twisted away pulling the blankets with him.

"Matt," Jeff complained. "Stop hogging the covers."

"Jeff you have your own damn bed for Christsake, use it. I was almost asleep."

"But you already warmed your bed," Jeff replied inching closer.

Matt scooted away again until he realized that he was about to fall off the bed. He pushed back against Jeff grumbling softly but realizing that it was unlikely to do any good. The proximity of his brother and their shared body heat started to warm him slightly and he slowly relaxed drifting towards sleep again. Jeff's arms stole around him and he pressed his icy hands against Matt's sides. Matt was instantly awake again. "That's it Jeffrey Nero Hardy, get in your own damn bed."

"Please bro," Jeff said pleadingly cuddling closer to Matt. "I'm so cold."

Matt gritted his teeth feeling the shudder run through Jeff. "If you don't at least keep your feet to yourself I'm tossing you out the window."

"I promise," Jeff mumbled, rubbing his hands against Matt's skin taking some of the chill away.

Matt tried to settle himself back to sleep but was finding it difficult to do so. Jeff's warm breath ghosted against the nape of his neck stirring the little hairs and sending a spate of goosebumps down his arms. Instinctively Jeff moved his hand down his brother's arms rubbing them away.

Jeff's hands slipped back down to his side and back, running his fingers over Matt's ribs and in small circles on the small of his back. His movements becoming slower almost stroking.

Little shots of electricity moved through Matt's body as a strange excitement began to build in him. His bit his lip and concentrated on his girlfriend. Amy was back at home in North Carolina, a little miffed at being excluded frim this boys weekend.

One hand crept around to his chest, stroking in slow circles around his nipples. Jeff dragged his nails gently through the hair on Matt's chest following its thin trail down his stomach and stopping at the band of his boxers.

Matt felt his cock twitch. "Jeff?" his voice sounded low and uncertain in the pressing darkness.

"Sorry," Jeff mumbled pressing his forehead against Matt's back and stilling his hands resting them against his brother's stomach and back. He willed them to behave themselves wondering what had gotten into him and hoping his brother wouldn't decide to freak out on him.

Matt stared blindly into the darkness, a tense excitement hung in the air between the brothers. Something so tangible, so thick that Matt could almost taste it. This was so entirely wrong, one of those huge taboos. Matt stirred restlessly pushing himself further back into Jeff's arm and rubbing his ass slightly against Jeff's pelvis. He couldn't believe what he was doing but he was helpless to stop it all the same.

The phantom hands began to move over his body again, Jeff whispering something so softly that Matt couldn't make out what he was saying. He started to grow warm as the heat between them intensified. Whatever it was that had been buried between them was out now and Matt wasn't sure it would ever be contained again.

Matt moaned pressing himself against Jeff feeling his brother's hardening cock nestle in the cleft of his ass, the only barrier between them a thin piece of silk. It felt like a brand against him, it was so damn hot.

Jeff's hand moved lower running his long fingers over the head of Matt's own straining cock feeling the wetness that had already oozed through the fabric. Matt heard Jeff's breath quicken and he moaned again.

The complete darkness gave them a sense of anonymity. Who the hell would ever know? In a sense by not being able to see each other they could ignore the repercussions of their actions. A fine sheen of sweat covered Matt's body as he let Jeff be the aggressor, completely surrendering himself to his baby brother.

Jeff worked Matt's boxers down his hips still murmuring endearments softly. He ran his tongue snakelike down his spine, moving lower and lower, running it lightly between the globes of Matt's ass and smiling when his brother gasped. The sound was sweeter than he had ever expected it to be.

Matt had never felt anything so fucking erotic before. His cock ached unbearably, desperate for release from Jeff's maddening hands and tongue but not wanting it to stop at the same time. Jeff finally stripped him bare, then kicked off his own boxers momentarily displacing the blankets and sending a welcome cool draft of air against Matt's flushed skin.

Before Matt could turn around to give his brother some teasing in return Jeff was back plastering himself against him. He slid his hand down Matt's thigh and cupped the inside of his knee. He pulled his brother's leg up over his own and Matt felt a momentary trickle of apprehension. He knew Jeff had experimented with men on occasion but this was entirely new to him.

"Shhhh," Jeff murmured against his neck sensing his brother's sudden ambivalence. "You know I'd never hurt you." He stroked Matt's cock and reverently ran his fingers over his balls, rolling them slightly in his hand until he felt Matt relax again. Jeff circled his fingers over the head of his brother's cock collecting some of the precum and brought it to Matt's lips.

Matt groaned smelling the musky scent of his own arousal. He drew Jeff's fingers into his mouth sucking on them hard and suddenly wishing that it was Jeff's cock between his lips. He ran his tongue over them feeling the sudden rush of wetness in his mouth.

Jeff withdrew his fingers and ran one over Matt's puckered rosebud. He slowly pushed it in working through Matt's resistance hoping that this would be adequate for lube because he sure as well wasn't going to leave this bed to go search for something appropriate.

Matt stiffened slightly the feeling of being invaded totally foreign to him. Jeff moved his finger and Matt whimpered feeling an abrupt wave of pure pleasure wash through him. Jeff nudged him again and Matt pushed back against him, eager for more. Girlfriend be damned, Amy had never gotten him so excited.

Jeff added another finger, than another, slowly taking his time trying not to rush his brother. He didn't want there to be any pain for him. Spurred on by Matt's little cries of excitement Jeff fingered his brother until he felt his own cock would burst if he wasn't buried in Matt now.

"Nooo…" Matt moaned when Jeff removed his fingers. He felt so empty. He rubbed his ass against his brother's cockhead frantic for more.

"I don't know why the hell I ever thought you were a prude," Jeff chuckled softly.

"Shut up Jeff, I want you so damn bad it's burning me up," Matt growled. He had never thought of being with a guy before and he sure as hell knew that the only one he'd ever want would be Jeff.

"It has gotten rather hot in here," Jeff said running his hands possessively over Matt and chuckling again at Matt's whine of impatience. "Don't worry big brother you can have all of me." He positioned himself at Matt's entrance and pushed himself in slowly giving his brother time to adjust to the discomfort and thoroughly enjoying being enveloped in velvet heat.

Matt groaned, his head lolling back against his brother's, never had he felt so full, so complete. Jeff began to move against him in long, agonizingly slow strokes. He roamed his nimble hands over his brother's body at will, pinching his nipples, tormenting every part of him but refusing to touch his throbbing cock. Whenever Matt tried to move his hands to his cock Jeff moved them to tease another part of his body. When Matt tried to quicken the pace, Jeff grabbed his hips and moved slower. Matt felt completely possessed and completely at Jeff's mercy. He started to stroke himself and Jeff grabbed his hands in his own twining their fingers together and smiling at Matt's whimpers.

Matt's nails scratched deeply into the sheets and he big his lip to keep from screaming. He tore one hand away reaching around to grab a handful of Jeff's hair. "I swear to god baby brother if you don't fuck me right now I…" he broke off with a yelp as Jeff slammed into him.

"Is this what you're looking for?" Jeff teased snapping his hips forcefully again and catching Matt's earlobe in his teeth.

Matt couldn't reply, his breath caught everytime Jeff thrust into him. His hand tightened painfully in Jeff's hair and he turned his head, twisting his torso around and letting his lips claim his brother's.

They kissed feverishly and time stilled. The heavy smell of sex, the forbidden taste of each other, the exciting feel of their sweat soaked skin moving together, and the sharp cries of passion filled the utter darkness.

Jeff began to stroke Matt's cock roughly and Matt growled into his brother's mouth. Matt tore his lips away gasping for air and buried his face in his pillow screaming his brother's name as he exploded.

Faintly he heard Jeff cry out, felt his cock twitch in his ass, then felt the hot jets of Jeff's cum filling him up. He moaned writhing in Jeff's arms and whimpered when his brother slipped out of him.

They lay there for several minutes trying to catch their breath then Matt laboriously turned around wrapping his arms around Jeff's and kissing him deeply. His body felt fevered but he didn't want to let go of his brother… now his lover. He twined his long legs with Jeff's.

Matt tried to tell Jeff that he loved him but a kind of lethargy had settled over him. Jeff squeezed him slightly as if to say he understood and that he loved him too. They quickly fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and blankets.