The Hardys stumbled up the ramp after their Tag Team Title victory, Matt not able to resist pressing a kiss to Jeff's cheek. He kept a firm hold on his little brother as they crossed into the back, the two walking quickly to their dressing room, then slamming and locking the door. Instantly their hands were on each other, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Matt reached around and grabbed his baby brother's ass, pressing Jeff back against the wall hard. Jeff whimpered as Matt's tongue ravaged his mouth, moaning as Matt ground their hips together.
"This was such a fucking great night," Matt murmured, drawing back just a bit and reaching to unfasten his belt. "We're the tag champs again! I feel incredible, and baby, your ass is gonna feel it!" he assured Jeff, shoving his pants and boxers off his hips. "Now baby, get down on your knees and suck me," he ordered, taking hold of Jeff's hair and trying to push him down.
Jeff shook his head, his lips forming into a pout. "Matt, I don't wanna suck you, I wanna make love," he whined, pressing his body against Matt's.
Matt's eyes narrowed. "I SAID," he repeated strictly, "get on your knees and suck me!"
"And I said I don't want to!" Jeff shot back, glaring at his brother.
"Well you're going to anyway!" Matt informed him. "You better get on your knees NOW, bitch."
"Don't you talk to me that way!" Jeff exclaimed, pushing away his insistent lover. "I HATE it when you get this way! I do not like to be bullied like this!"
"Well tough! Just do it!" Matt growled.
"I will later," Jeff suggested.
"No! I want your mouth on me, and I want it NOW!" Matt insisted, thrusting his hips forward to emphasize his point. He growled deep in his throat when Jeff crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "Fine, you little bitch. If YOU won't do it, I'm sure I can find someone who will! I'm sure Jericho would be quite happy to suck me off!"
Jeff stiffened, his eyes blazing with jealousy. "You are not going anywhere near that, that cheap, disgusting little slut!" he cried. "Besides, you'd have to get him to take Rock's dick out of his mouth first!"
"I'd sure he'd find time for me," Matt shot back. "Bitch was born to be on his knees, just like you! I'm gonna count to three, and if by the time I hit three you're not on your knees with my dick in your mouth, them I'm out of here!"
"Matt!" Jeff cried, glaring fiercely.
"One!" Matt counted.
"I'm not gonna!" Jeff insisted.
"Two!"
"I won't! You're being a stupid prick!" Jeff cried.
"Two and half. Last chance!" Matt crossed his arms over his chest. "Two and 3/4. I mean it Jeff!"
Jeff just glared fiercely at his brother, stubbornly standing still until Matt opened his mouth to count three, then finally giving in, dropping to his knees before his brother. He was still scowling as Matt chuckled and took hold of his hair. "That's a good little bitch," Matt murmured, "Now open up that pretty mouth and suck me!" Jeff did as he was told, taking Matt's cock into his mouth and trying to ignore the way his brother was pulling his hair, which Matt always did, no matter how many time Jeff complained about it. Jeff sighed internally as he let Matt's cock slide down his throat, wondering why he always put up with being treated this way.
THE END