* BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.
PAIRING: JEFF HARDY X MATT HARDY
WORD COUNT: 3.1K+
SUMMARY: SOBER AND RESTLESS AFTER A MATCH, JEFF SEEKS OUT THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SETTLE HIM BESIDES DRUGS - HIS BROTHER. BUT TONIGHT, THE USUAL BOUNDARIES AREN'T ENOUGH, AND MATT'S TENTATIVE SURRENDER OPENS A DOOR NEITHER OF THEM CAN CLOSE.
TAGS: BROCEST, INCEST, FIRST TIME, POWER DYNAMICS, PINNING, BACKSTAGE SEX, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (SECRET), EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, DUBCON, POSSESSIVENESS, PWP WITH FEELINGS, BOTTOM MATT HARDY, TOP JEFF HARDY, AGE DIFFERENCE, DRUG USE REFERENCES, ETC.
WARNINGS: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS TABOO / INCESTUOUS CONTENT, MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS OUT THROUGHLY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. MINORS DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT.
jeff knows why he's angry. it's been there since he stepped out of the ring, this restless irritation simmering beneath his skin as he shoves past bodies backstage despite being the smallest man in the room.
he's too sober. that's the crux of it. he can't function without something in his system, something that makes him talkative and easy-going, something that smooths out the jagged edges. he just needs a little something.
maybe he's walking too fast, because his shoulder collides hard with another and he stumbles back, head lifting to meet face to face with his older brother, matt.
he sneers, rolling his eyes, dragging himself to push forward, but a harsh calloused hand snatches the back of the mesh top he wears, guiding him to stand in front of the elder.
“the fuck’s got you so mad, brother?”
jeff doesn't know how to answer that without sounding like an utter drug addict. a fool at heart, truly.
“jeff? you there, buddy?” matt tries again, and now the younger is staring at his brother, brows furrowed.
“it's nuthin'.” that's bullshit, and jeff knows his brother knows. the elder extends his hand to catch jeff's chin into his palm, which makes jeff tense because they're in an open area. sure, this seems normal to an outsider—but if only they knew what happens behind closed doors.
“talk to me, man.” matt orders rather than asks, and god, does that send a shiver down the youthful’s spine.
jeff doesn't know when or why, but a hand slides down to hook a finger under the loops of matt's buckle, tucking him closer, moving in to whisper into his ear. “need you right now.”
matt is almost shocked by the sudden boldness from his brother, a slight tint of pink flushing onto his cheeks, but he remains calm, brows furrowed as he shakes his head.
he's almost too quick to snatch jeff's wrist, dragging him along to the younger's dressing room, murmuring phrases underneath his breath, something about how needy jeff is. the enigma smiles at that, almost mischievously.
the brother duo barely has any time to even lock the door before jeff is shoving matt up against it, locking it for him as he catches the elder's lips in a smearing kiss.
it doesn't take long for matt to kiss back, a hand moving to grasp harshly at jeff's rainbow tresses from underneath to bring him closer.
the younger's hands are quick at undoing clamps and latches, tugging the belt from its loops to toss aside and squeeze at the elder's hips, slipping phalanges beneath the hems to feel at plush thighs, squeezing before rising up to lower his brother's pants—both pants and boxers—to allow his cock to spring free.
it's a rare occurrence that matt allows jeff the upper hand to do anything, let alone fuck himself on his cock, so jeff is enjoying this. he'll probably start bitching as soon as matt denies him anything else.
matt is first to break the kiss, holding jeff's jaw as a calloused hand wraps around his dick, pumping him dry and slow, causing the elder to arch forward, fucking his hips up into his hand. “fuck.”
“feels good, don’ it?”
matt grunts, then nods, eyes lowering to watch his brother touch him in ways only they would. in ways only they could succeed at. ways that would be taboo.
the sight alone is enough to get jeff going, his older brother moaning for him, letting him touch him in this way.
matt extends a hand out, tugging the other closer by the hip, quick to snag the side of his sweatpants down to reveal the v-line of his pelvis. straps encircle his hips, revealing the jockstrap that sits so perfectly snug around the younger hardy's hips, thighs, and genitals.
the elder sucks in a breath, biting so hard on his lower lip he could practically taste blood, snatching the fabric down to reveal the black spandex, moving to palm his brother and squeeze lightly.
“c’mere,” matt beckons, guiding the enigma closer, hasting after his lips before the younger's hips snap forth to rub bare arousal against his own cock through the confinements of his jockstrap.
“matt,” jeff breathes, the name falling from his lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. he's grinding down now, desperate and uncoordinated, the friction of cotton and spandex doing barely enough to take the edge off. “want to feel you. wanna feel us together.”
the elder groans, head thunking back against the door with a dull sound. his hands find purchase on jeff's waist, thumbs digging into the sharp jut of hip bones, guiding the rhythm. “christ, you're impatient.”
“always,” jeff admits, no shame in it. he reaches between them, shoving his own jockstrap down until they're both bare, hot and heavy against each other. the first slide of matt's cock against his own has him seeing stars, a whine catching in the back of his throat.
matt curses, hips jerking upward involuntarily. “fuck, jeff—”
“yeah,” the younger encourages, wrapping his hand around both of them, pressing them together. he's leaking already, pre-cum smearing between them, making the glide easier. “like that. just like that.”
they find a rhythm, messy and uncoordinated at first, then smoothing out into something filthy and perfect. matt's hands slide down to grip jeff's ass, hauling him closer, eliminating any space between them. the heat is overwhelming, the drag of sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, the way their balls brush with every upward thrust.
“look at you,” matt murmurs, voice wrecked. he tilts jeff's chin up, forcing eye contact. “look at how pretty you are for me.”
jeff whines, high and needy, canting his hips faster. the pressure is building at the base of his spine, electric and insistent. “only yours,” he gasps, “no one else gets to see me like this.”
the confession seems to undo something in the elder. he surges forward, capturing jeff's mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation. his hips snap up, rutting against jeff with abandon, the wet slide of their cocks together obscene and loud in the small room.
jeff breaks the kiss to pant against matt's jaw, breath hot and shaky. “close,” he warns, “matt, i'm close—”
“me too,” the elder grits out, hand joining jeff's between them, fingers intertwining to squeeze tighter, to create more friction, more heat. “come on, little brother. let go for me. make a mess of us.”
the name, the command, the sheer filth of it—jeff unravels. his orgasm hits him like a freight train, spine arching, cry muffled against matt's shoulder as he spills over their joined hands, over their stomachs, over matt's cock still rutting against his oversensitive flesh.
matt follows seconds later, groaning long and low, hips stuttering as he paints jeff's stomach with his release. for a moment they stay like that, pressed together, breathing hard, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and something uniquely them.
jeff slumps forward, forehead resting against matt's collarbone. “better,” he mumbles, sated and loose-limbed. “needed that.”
matt huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to jeff's temple. “yeah,” he agrees, carding his fingers through rainbow hair. “yeah, i know.”
jeff stays plastered against him, breathing slowing, but something restless still hums beneath his skin. he doesn't pull away. instead, he presses closer, forehead resting against matt's collarbone, and exhales shakily.
“matt,” he murmurs, voice small, almost lost. he rocks forward just barely, a question more than a movement. “matt, i need—”
“we just,” matt starts, but he doesn't finish. his hands find jeff's waist, thumbs tracing idle patterns there, stalling. he knows what jeff wants. he's always known. “jeffrey, we can’t just—”
“why not?” the question comes out wounded, petulant. jeff lifts his head, eyes dark and searching, mouth swollen from earlier kisses. “why do we always stop here? why is this the line?”
matt swallows hard, looking away. “you know why.”
“because it’s wrong?” jeff laughs, bitter and soft. he shifts, slotting his thigh between matt's, applying pressure just enough to make the elder gasp. “because people would look at us different? they already do, matt. they already think we're too close, too weird, too obsessed with each other.” he leans in, breath hot against matt's jaw. “so why not actually be? why not have this too?”
matt's hands tighten. “jeff—”
“let me,” jeff whispers, and there's desperation creeping in now, cracking his voice. “let me have you. just this once. let me show you how good i could make you feel if you’d just—if you’d just say yes.”
the silence stretches between them, heavy and charged. matt can feel jeff's heart hammering against his own chest, can feel the tremor in the fingers that trace up his spine. he closes his eyes.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for,” matt says quietly.
“i do,” jeff insists, insistent and aching. he pulls back just enough to meet matt's gaze, to let him see the sincerity there, the longing that's been building for years, decades, lifetimes. “i know exactly what i'm asking for. i want you underneath me. i want to feel you let go, completely. i want to be the one who gets to see that.”
matt exhales shakily, resistance wavering. “and if i say no?”
“then i’ll wait,” jeff says, but his hands are already roaming, mapping the familiar terrain of matt's body with new intention. “i’ll wait forever if i have to. but i’m tired of pretending i don’t want this. tired of pretending i don’t wake up thinking about it, don’t go to sleep dreaming about it.”
he presses a kiss to matt's throat, then another, working his way up slowly, deliberately, drawing out every second. “just think about it,” he breathes against matt's ear. “think about me inside you. think about how close we’d be. nothing between us, matt. nothing at all.”
matt shudders, a full-body tremor that jeff feels against his own skin. “you’re cruel,” he whispers, but there's no anger in it.
“only because you make me be,” jeff counters. he pulls back, just enough to see matt's face, to watch the war playing out behind his eyes. “say maybe,” he bargains, softening. “don’t say yes yet. just say maybe. say you’ll think about it.”
matt stares at him, at the boy he raised, the man he became, the lover he's not supposed to want. the lines blurred so long ago he can't remember where they started.
“maybe,” he breathes finally, and jeff lights up, hopeful and hungry. “maybe, jeff. but slow. if we do this. if. we do it slow. we do it right.”
“however you want,” jeff promises, surging forward to capture matt's mouth in something reverent and deep. “however long you need. i'll wait. i'll go slow. i'll do anything, matt, just—”
“just shut up,” matt murmurs against his lips, but he's smiling, he's yielding, he's pulling jeff down onto the couch with him, arranging them until jeff is hovering above, trembling with restraint.
“touch me,” matt whispers, and it's permission, it's surrender, it's everything jeff has ever wanted. “show me. like you promised.”
jeff stills above him, suddenly hyper-aware of the weight of this moment, the fragility of matt's surrender. he braces his hands on either side of matt's head, caging him in against the cushions, and waits for the elder to meet his eyes.
“you sure?” jeff asks, voice barely above a whisper, though his body thrums with barely contained urgency.
matt's jaw works, his hands coming up to press against jeff's chest—not pushing away, not pulling him closer. just resting there, uncertain. “i don't know,” he admits, and there's fear there, real and raw. “jeff, i don't know if i can—”
“shh,” jeff soothes, lowering himself until their foreheads touch. “we don't have to. we can stop.”
but matt shakes his head, even as his body tenses beneath jeff's weight. “no. no, i want to. i'm just..” he laughs, breathless and nervous. “i’m fucking scared, okay? this is—this is different.”
“i know,” jeff says, and he does. he understands the enormity of what they're about to do, the line they're about to cross that can't be uncrossed. “i know, matt. but i'll take care of you. i swear.”
matt nods, but when jeff moves to kiss him again, the elder flinches—just barely, just enough that jeff notices. his whole body has gone rigid beneath jeff's, muscles coiled tight with anxiety.
“hey,” jeff murmurs, pulling back to search matt's face. “hey, where'd you go?”
“nowhere,” matt lies, turning his head to the side. “just—get on with it. before i change my mind.”
jeff hesitates. he could do that—could rush through it, take what matt's offering before he snatches it back. but that's not what either of them needs. not really.
instead, he reaches down and catches matt's wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while the other cradles his brother's jaw, turning him back to face him. “look at me,” jeff demands softly. “don't hide from me, brother. not now.”
matt's eyes snap to his, wide and conflicted. “jeff—”
“i've got you,” jeff promises, holding him there, immobilized, vulnerable. “stop running. let me have you.”
matt squirms beneath him, hips bucking up in a half-hearted attempt to dislodge jeff, to reclaim some measure of control. “let me up,” he says, but there's no conviction in it, his voice cracking on the words. “man, let me—”
“no,” jeff says firmly, tightening his grip on matt's wrists, pressing them harder into the cushions. he lowers his body fully, pinning matt's hips with his own weight, eliminating any space for escape. “you said yes. you said maybe. i'm not letting you run from this. from us.”
matt struggles in earnest then, writhing beneath jeff, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. “i can't—i don't know how to—” he chokes out, and jeff sees the moment it hits him, the reality of being held down by his younger brother, of being completely at his mercy.
“yes you do,” jeff murmurs, dipping his head to press open-mouthed kisses along matt's jaw, his throat, the hollow of his collarbone. “you know exactly how to do this. you've just never let yourself.”
matt whimpers, still straining against jeff's hold, but the fight is leaving him, replaced by something softer, more yielding. “jeff,” he breathes, and it's half prayer, half surrender.
“that's it,” jeff encourages, feeling the shift in his brother's body, the way matt's hips stop trying to buck him off and instead start seeking friction, contact, closeness. “that's it, brother. let go. i've got you.”
matt's resistance crumbles in increments—first his wrists going slack in jeff's grip, then his thighs falling open to make room for jeff between them, then his whole body softening, melting into the couch cushions with a shuddering exhale.
“there,” jeff praises, releasing matt's wrists to stroke his hands down his brother's arms, soothing, reverent. “there you are. there's my matt.”
“shut up,” matt mumbles, but he's smiling, eyes glassy and overwhelmed, his hands coming up to grip jeff's shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
jeff reaches between them, spitting into his palm to slick himself, his other hand sliding beneath matt's thigh to hitch it up, open him wider. “tell me again,” he demands, positioning himself, the head of his cock pressing against matt's entrance, hot and insistent. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me.”
matt groans, head falling back, exposing the long line of his throat. “want you,” he gasps, and then, quieter, “want my brother inside me. god, jeff—”
the words snap something in jeff, and he pushes forward, slow and steady, feeling matt's body resist for a moment before yielding, opening around him, taking him in. the heat is incredible, the tightness overwhelming, and jeff has to stop, has to breathe, has to give matt a moment to adjust.
“fuck,” matt chokes out, his hands scrabbling at jeff's back, nails digging in sharp enough to sting. “fuck, you’re—nero, you're—”
“i know,” jeff grits out, sweat beading on his forehead as he fights the urge to thrust, to take, to claim. “i know, man. breathe. just breathe.”
matt does, shaky and unsteady, and with each exhale he relaxes further, his body accepting jeff's intrusion, welcoming it. jeff watches his face, watches the pain fade into something else—something dazed and needy and desperate.
“move,” matt whispers finally, his hips rolling experimentally, taking jeff deeper. “please, move.”
jeff groans, long and low, and withdraws slightly before pushing back in, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. “like this?” he asks, voice rough. “is this what you wanted? your little brother fucking you?”
matt cries out, his head snapping back, his body arching up to meet jeff's thrusts. “yes,” he sobs, “yes, nero, yes—”
“who's inside you?” jeff demands, picking up the pace, angling his hips to find that spot that makes matt see stars. “say it. say my name.”
“jeff,” matt gasps, “jeff, my brother—my little brother is—fuck—”
“that's right,” jeff snarls, losing himself in the rhythm, in the heat, in the impossible closeness of being inside the person who knows him better than anyone, who raised him, who he's wanted for longer than he can admit. “it's me, matt. it's always been me. nobody else gets this. nobody else gets you like this.”
matt is unraveling beneath him, completely undone, his earlier hesitation vanished like it was never there. he wraps his legs around jeff's waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper, harder, faster.
“oh, god–” he keens, “jeff, m’ gonna—i can't—”
“cum for me,” jeff commands, reaching between them to wrap his hand around matt's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “let go for your brother, matt. let me feel you.”
matt shatters with a scream that jeff swallows with a kiss, his whole body convulsing, his release spilling hot and sticky between them, his inner muscles clamping down on jeff so tight it borders on painful.
the sensation drags jeff over the edge with him, and he buries his face in matt's neck, groaning his brother's name like a prayer, a confession, a vow as he spills himself deep inside, marking matt in the most primal way he knows how.
for a long moment, neither of them moves. jeff stays buried inside matt, both of them breathing hard, sweat-slicked and trembling. then jeff shifts, withdrawing carefully, and matt whimpers at the loss, at the emptiness.
“shh,” jeff murmurs, gathering matt into his arms, pulling him close, cradling him against his chest. “i’ve got you, brother.”
matt curls into him, burying his face in jeff's neck, and jeff feels the wetness there that isn't sweat. “we're gonna hell for this,” matt mumbles, but he doesn't pull away.
“maybe,” jeff agrees, pressing a kiss to matt's temple. “but at least we'll be there together.”
matt laughs, wet and broken and real.
hope you enjoyed reading this fic! pushed through cramps to finish it because i REEAAALLLYY wanted to get this done: again, i'm a SUCKER for elder bottoms. however, maybe the next fic, jeff is getting bent? 👀
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