Sleep Baby Brother
(Note: This first chapter was written as a stand alone PWP in 2005. All following chapters were written in 2006-07.)
"Now, Jeff, you only take these an hour before you go to bed. Once you take them, you have to go to bed because otherwise you'll pass out in the middle of whatever you're doing. So if you were driving or in the middle of a match..."
"Okay, I get it. Just one?" Jeff asked as he examined the bottle.
"Yes. You only need one. These are very powerful and easily addictive so only take it as I've prescribed for one week. There are seven pills in there and that's all you'll get. If this doesn't take care of the insomnia then I'll suggest some other means of therapy."
"Like what?" He asked as he continued to scan the label, half paying attention through the fog of exhaustion that had plagued him for months. "You mean like 'we think you're crazy' kind of therapy?"
"There are sleep centers where doctors study the sleeping habits of patients to find out what the problems are. From there they counsel the mind, not the body, in order to find a perfect night's sleep for you."
"The wonders of modern medicine. So you do think I'm crazy."
"It's a possibility I have yet to rule out." The doctor chuckled, earning a smirk from Jeff. "That's all I have for you, so you're ready to go. Just remember, one pill one hour before bed and no activity once you've taken that pill."
"I've told your brother this, too, so don't think you can get away with lying to him."
"... Damn it."
Jeff shoved the pills in his pocket as he walked into the waiting room of the clinic. This was it. The last ditch effort to get him to have a full night of sleep. No one was quite sure, not even Jeff, why he found himself awake through all hours of the night. If he attempted to sleep he would merely toss and turn aimlessly for hours, gaining only a back ache for his effort. During the days he was capable of taking short naps, most only thirty minutes long, on planes, in cars, with his head on the table in catering. Two weeks ago Maria and Candice had stumbled upon him curled up on top of one of WWE's many packing crates.
In the waiting room, Matt was sitting in a chair patiently, reading a dated issue of People magazine with a small frown. Jeff couldn't help but smirk at it as he knew exactly what the disapproving scowl was for. Matt hated popular magazines. He said that they were filled with 'mindless drivel and bad influences on today's youth.' My brother. Out to save the world, Jeff thought. As if on cue Matt looked up at him and gave his award-winning smile so rarely seen in public.
"Are you all done?"
"Yep. The solution is simple. Keep Jeffro sedated at all times for maximum pleasure."
Matt arched a brow. "Damn, that's not what I asked for."
"What'd you ask for?" he questioned, wondering what sort of conversation Matt might've had with his doctor.
"Ribbed for My Pleasure Jeffro," he cracked, provoking Jeff to roll his eyes.
"That's her pleasure, dummy."
"Oh right, right. You don't cater to women like Trojan does."
"Nope. I'm just like those cheap Lifestyles that always break."
Matt shook his head as he got to his feet. "The conversations we have. Gimme the prescription."
"Sheee-it," Jeff snarled and rolled his eyes again. "You're gonna be a Nazi about this one, too, aren't ya?"
"And with good reason. You said yourself that you don't want to get addicted to anything ever again."
Jeff saw that protective, "big brother" expression come to Matt's face and heard the accompanying tone of voice. He sighed. He dug the bottle out and handed them over. Matt gave a triumphant smirk, pocketing the pills himself so Jeff couldn't snatch them at any point. That little moment surpassed, the brothers headed out of the clinic to move on with the rest of their lives.
Jeff looked over at the bottle Matt was handing him and took it, seeing it was his sleeping pills. Tonight was the first night on the road to normal sleeping habits. He thought for a moment about it.
"Shouldn't I wait till after I shower? I don't wanna do a header in the tub."
"It's already midnight. If you wait too much longer then the pills won't wear off in time for you to get up."
Jeff was about to answer when Matt suddenly switched lanes on the freeway, provoking a honking horn or two. He grimaced and started opening the bottle.
"On second thought, maybe I can fall asleep fast enough to not see the inevitable car crash that's going to kill us."
"Ha ha, very funny. I've only been in five accidents ever, ya know."
"That's four more than I've been in, and five too many for my tastes."
Jeff swallowed down one of the pills with a swig from Matt's soda and tried to relax as the world flew by much faster than he would've preferred. One would think that after so many years of being a passenger that he would be used to Matt's psychotic driving, but it was not the case. He still got nervous every time. It wasn't too long, however, that he felt his eyelids growing heavy and his head kept dropping to his chest against his will.
"Holy shit... Doc wasn't kidding..." he muttered.
Matt glanced over at him as his final sentence sounded more like a plaintive moan than actual words. Jeff was slumped against the passenger door with his head leaned against the glass in a not-so-attractive manner. Matt reached to the controls in the center console, leaning Jeff's seat back, amused when Jeff didn't slide backwards with it. Once the seat was down he grabbed one fishnet-clad shoulder and yanked him gently to bounce against the chair. He didn't stir except to begin snoring.
"Great. I'm gonna have to carry you to the room. From now on you take that right before bed," he spoke to no one.
A little while later Matt carefully pulled Jeff into his arms, readying himself to lug his two hundred and twenty pound brother from the parking garage up to the fifth floor of their hotel. He paused when he heard a voice from behind him.
Sitting Jeff into the seat again, Matt turned to see two of his friends heading in his direction. He gave a small smile and waved them over.
"Could you guys help me out?"
"Sure. What happened here?" Adam asked with a grin.
"The doctor gave Jeff some sleeping pills to help with his insomnia."
"Wow, they really worked, huh?" Randy inquired, peeking in at the unconscious Hardy.
"Yeah. I'm gonna have to carry him. Think you two can take our bags?"
"You sure you don't want me to take him?" Adam asked.
"Nah. He's my brother. I couldn't ask you to do my job."
The smile on Matt's face as he said it was quite endearing, reminding both men of that corny line, "He's not heavy, he's my brother." So they silently took the two duffle bags while Matt picked Jeff up without even a grunt of effort. Adam and Randy walked behind him through the parking garage, through the lobby, stood with him in the elevator, and followed him down the hall to the room. The whole time Matt didn't make a sound or even readjust his hold on the snoring bundle in his arms. If anything, he looked content to carry Jeff around like a child. Once inside their room Adam set down the bag he carried and went to one of the beds to pull down the blankets before Matt laid Jeff down.
"Thanks, guys. I don't think I would've been able to carry him and our bags."
"Well, you handled him like a pro," Randy said in amazement.
"I have trouble just carrying Randy from the ring to the infirmary when he gets hurt."
Matt shrugged. "I've had to carry Jeff around ever since he was a baby. I guess my body is attuned to it or something."
Randy yawned and tugged Adam's sleeve. "Jeff's not the only one who needs to sleep."
"Okay, baby," Adam cooed and put an arm around his shoulder. "Want me to take your bag?"
Matt watched the small amount of affection between the two, feeling a little ache in his chest. Adam and Randy were never very public about the love they shared even when they were with friends who knew about their relationship. Matt was glad for it because when they did act lovingly towards each other it made him feel uncomfortable and more than a little jealous. He pasted on a smile and walked them to the door, saying good night. Before he closed the door he peeked at them down the hall for a moment. He was blessed with the sight of Adam pecking Randy's cheek as they walked. A second later Randy halted and turned to receive a real kiss in the otherwise empty hall. Matt sighed and pushed the door shut silently.
"They're so lucky," he said to no one.
With another deep sigh Matt pushed his lonely thoughts aside, busying himself by setting the room up for the night and getting ready for a shower. He emerged from the bathroom an hour later with damp hair, wearing only boxer shorts. He looked over at where he had left Jeff to see he hadn't moved an inch and was still snoring peacefully. He went over to him and started pulling off his shoes and socks. He lifted his upper body to pull the shirt from him. Next came the white, studded belt. He paused a moment in contemplation, then unfastened Jeff's pants.
"You usually sleep in your underwear, don't you?" he asked even though he knew he'd get no response. "Or do you sleep nude like I do? I honestly don't know."
He yanked Jeff's jeans off of him with quite a bit of effort, dragging his underwear halfway down with them. He shrugged and pulled the navy blue bikinis off as well before pulling the blankets up over the undisturbed man. A brotherly moment came over him as he tucked him in, smiling down at him, reaching to push a faded blue lock behind his ear. He leaned down and kissed his cheek tenderly.
"I think I like you like this. I can do whatever I want and you can't protest." He paused smirking for a moment. "Whatever I want."
He pulled the covers back again, staring at Jeff's bared chest and stomach. He moved down and pulled the covers lower so that he could see everything. Jeff was a sight to behold when he was nude. It didn't matter if you were male or female, straight or otherwise; you had to admit Jeff was a breathtaking beauty. Well, except when he was drooling. Matt snickered then reached up to turn Jeff's head the other direction and used the pillowcase to wipe his face.
"Silly baby brother. Pretty little Jeffro." He turned Jeff's head back towards him, leaning in close enough to almost kiss him. "So vulnerable like this. I could do anything to you and you would never know. I could paint you up to look like David Bowie's wettest dream. Nah, you'd like that too much. I could take pictures of you and sell them on EBay. What would be the point, though?" Matt laughed, suddenly remembering a South Park moment. "I could put my cock in your mouth and take a picture. I could sell that on EBay and actually make a good profit! Then again, the idea of my cock in your mouth isn't so bad."
Matt glanced around a bit nervously despite the fact that he was completely alone. He quickly stripped himself of his boxers, already half erect just from looking at his brother in this helpless position. He leaned down and scooted Jeff more into the center of the bed, glancing up when he heard him grunt. Jeff didn't make another move or sound, though. Slightly unnerved, but not enough to stop, Matt moved away from the bed silently, going to his bag to retrieve a bottle of lube. He considered it for a moment. Would he dare go far enough to even need it? He couldn't say for sure as he looked back over at the glorious sight Jeff made. He returned to the bedside and set the bottle on the nightstand, then carefully lay down beside his brother to graze his fingertips over his body.
"You have not a clue how many times I've wanted to touch you like this. I've always wanted to fuck you," he whispered, his hand roaming down between Jeff's legs. "I wonder if I can get you hard despite you being drugged."
Matt turned his eyes down as he started to stroke his hand over Jeff's flaccid cock, taking the time to squeeze and fondle his balls as well. He wasn't sure this would even work considering Jeff was practically in a coma. Even if it didn't, though, Matt was going to enjoy being able to finally touch Jeff precisely as he had always wanted to. Much to his delight, he felt him start to harden under his ministrations. Matt scooted down around Jeff's hips, licking at his head to catch a small drop of precum, moaning aloud at the taste.
"God, this is going to be so good. I don't have to hold back. I don't have to worry about you seeing me go crazy," he whispered, not knowing why he was talking when Jeff couldn't hear, but he felt a need to.
Matt moved to straddle Jeff's legs, holding himself over him with one hand while still jerking him with the other. Aside from physical evidence Jeff gave him no response. It didn't bother him in the least. He leaned down and took Jeff's head past his lips, moaning yet again at the taste of him. He slid down his length slowly at first, using a lot of saliva in order to get him good and wet. He let his eyes fall closed as he bobbed his head leisurely and let the sensation of sucking take over him. By now Jeff was completely hard for him and his cock jutted, pressing against the roof of his mouth, dripping copious amounts of precum for him to swallow down. Matt pulled back with a soft gasp, loving every moment, but needing much more.
"If I fuck you then you'll know what happened, but I bet I can do this and you won't have a clue."
He crawled up Jeff's body, reaching to the bedside table to grab the lube he had put there previously. He sat back on Jeff's chest, smiling down at the still sleeping man as he poured an amount of the cool liquid over his hand. He tossed the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together to warm it slightly. Then he reached back to run his fingers over his entrance. A short whimper came from his throat as he circled his fingertips around the opening, slicking himself before pushing a digit inside. He tossed his head back and moaned, slipping his finger in and out for a brief moment before pushing a second in next to it. He didn't restrain himself as he usually had to do so no one would hear him. He whimpered and moaned out his pleasure all while straddled across Jeff's chest, staring down at the lovely face of his oblivious brother. When he felt stretched enough he added a third finger, wincing in slight pain, but forcing himself to keep it up.
"If I want his cock then I have to take the pain," he told himself. He wrapped his other hand around his own length and gave a few light strokes to try to blur out the sting. "I'm gonna ride you, Jeffro. I swear to God if this is the only way I can have it then I'm going to take it."
When he simply couldn't stand it any longer he pulled his hands away and paused for a moment to gather his nerve. Not that he didn't want to do this, but he had never been on the receiving end of sex with a man. He had decided long ago that if he ever let anyone do that it would be Jeff. Now here he was, proving himself truthful even if he would be the only one to ever know. He slid back down, smirking at the wet marks he'd left on Jeff's chest, and reached back to slick his hand over Jeff's cock. He had gone a little soft while Matt had prepared himself, but it didn't take much to stroke him back to full hardness. With a little bit of awkward adjusting, Matt got situated and slowly pushed down, gasping as he realized it was a lot more difficult than it seemed. He bit his lower lip as he forced himself to relax more, holding Jeff's cock and pressing against his head. Just when he was beginning to think he wouldn't be able to take it he felt just the head pop past the tight outer ring of muscle. He cried out and winced, panting at the feelings rushing through him. It hurt. It hurt like crazy, but he wanted more. He wanted to be able to sit down with Jeff's cock inside of him.
Determined to go through with it Matt pushed down very carefully, pausing whenever the pain would become too much. As an extra precaution he grabbed the lube bottle again and quickly slicked the rest of Jeff's cock a little more liberally. He had heard once before that with anal sex you could never have too much lube. He decided that was true as each inch seemed that much easier on him now that he was wetter. A few moments later Matt realized he could go no further without sitting up straight. He threw the lube aside again and braced himself on the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath. He pushed up quickly and instantly his legs slid open just a little further. He gasped as he slid down that final inch on Jeff's cock, now sitting completely down on him.
"Buried to the hilt," he panted with a faint smile.
He couldn't believe how incredible it felt. Jeff's thickness was stretching him almost to the point that it was unbearable. Matt had never known the sensation of having anything inside of him, but now he knew he'd want it a lot more often. He couldn't believe how powerful the sensation of being filled was to him. He understood now why his lovers had been so vocal, for even as he sat still quiet whimpers were coming across his lips. He suddenly wondered what he looked like while being stuffed so obscenely; wondered what he and Jeff looked like joined together in the most intimate way.
"Should've set up the camcorder," he muttered.
He was feeling much more comfortable with his position now that he had stayed still for a moment. However, he couldn't imagine pulling away now. He loved this too much. He wanted to stay right in this place for the rest of his life. His body was obviously going to demand otherwise as his cock twitched and wanted attention. He smirked faintly and took his length by hand, stroking himself slowly. His eyes closed and he sighed with a tiny moan of pleasure, contented in his bliss. A simple contentment would not be enough to satisfy, though. He leaned back slightly, settling comfortably on Jeff's hips, still marveling at the fact that his baby brother's cock was inside of him. He held himself up with one hand on Jeff's thigh and began jerking faster, groaning with rapture. He knew that the extra stimulation of being filled, plus the fact that it was Jeff beneath him, was going to make this a very short ride. Short, but intense.
"I promised myself you'd be the only one to ever fuck me," he gasped in between plaintive whimpers. "I'm sorry you won't know you ever did this."
Before Matt even realized it he had begun rocking his hips. It wasn't enough to pull off of his sweet brother, but it was enough to make him prod against his prostate. Matt cried out at the startling jolts of ecstasy moving like that gave him. He'd never been touched there in his life and he was shocked at how strong the sensation was. His hand clenched tighter around his throbbing length, stroking himself faster towards that final moment. He didn't even notice the hands grasping at his hips and forcing him to finally start thrusting upon Jeff mercilessly. With his eyes closed he never saw the green eyes locked onto him as he threw back his head and howled. As loud as he was while his body convulsed and spilled across Jeff's chest, he never heard the quiet moans that sounded as Jeff came deep inside of him.
Matt gasped for breath, suddenly finding himself very uncomfortable from having Jeff inside of him too long. He winced slightly as he rose up and pulled away, wriggling off of his motionless brother to lay by his side as he tried to regain some sense of composure. He had never come so hard in his entire life. His heart was still thumping hard in his chest. He could barely keep his eyes open, but as he was staring blurrily at Jeff he thought he saw him raise his hand. He knew that was impossible, though, thanks to the pill Jeff had taken. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep against his will, not even getting the chance to clean up the mess he'd created.
Jeff lazily ran a finger over his chest before raising it to his lips, licking at the hot white fluid that coated the digit. He gave a small smile before letting his hand fall back down to the mattress, sighing contently as he drifted off to sleep again.
End Chapter 1
Legalities: Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Triple H, and any other mentioned characters are copyright to World Wrestling Entertainment. I claim no knowledge of their sexuality or personal lives. I gained no profit from this story. This work is complete fiction.