"Good match, huh?"

"Fuck off."

"Okay, not exactly the response I was looking for..." Jeff appeared unperturbed by the less than welcoming reception from his brother. "Aren't we a bit old for this sort of business?"

"You're quite right. How silly of me to hold a grudge over such a little thing," Matt snarled, walking into the locker room and pointedly slamming the door in Jeff's face. It opened again a second later and Jeff walked in looking more amused than anything else, which only made Matt angrier.

"It is, rather. I mean, we are brothers, after all," Jeff said mildly.

"The hell we are. As much as I love the rest of my family, I'd happily walk away from the lot of them if it meant I'd never have to see you again." Matt snatched his jacket and bag from the bench and strode over to Jeff, further infuriated by the fact that Jeff didn't look even remotely intimidated. "See, you and I work together. That's it, as far as I'm concerned. That's the only connection we have. The rest of the time, as long as you stay the fuck away from me, I'll restrain myself from giving you the beating you deserve. Right?"

Without waiting for a reply Matt stalked from the room, muttering vague threats at anyone who attempted to talk to him as he headed quickly to the parking lot. He was intent on driving to the next town, checking into the hotel he'd booked and taking a long, relaxing bath before laying into the minibar.

He was even more annoyed when he arrived at the hotel an hour later than he'd expected, since he'd been too distracted on the drive and had gotten lost. He got out of the car and slammed the door as hard as he could, disappointed when it didn't make him feel the slightest bit better.

Grumbling to himself as he walked into the hotel, he groaned inwardly to see Jeff standing at the reception desk as pristine and flawless as ever, obviously having showered thoroughly at the arena as was his custom, instead of taking a quick one and waiting for the comforts of a bath as Matt always did. Matt ignored the friendly smile Jeff flashed him.

"Nice evening, isn't it?"

Matt wondered if he could kill Jeff and plead insanity. He figured anyone who'd ever met Jeff would testify in court that he was enough to drive anybody crazy. "Arrange the following words into a well-known phrase or saying: off fuck, whore trashy cheap you."

"You know, you really shouldn't swear so much Matthew, it makes your vocabulary appear so limited," Jeff chided blithely, before turning back to the receptionist and resuming his business.

Clenching a fist in frustration, Matt found himself being unreasonably short with the receptionist who came through from the back to deal with him. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about it at all though, especially once he was informed they'd double booked his room and someone else was already in it.

"Then get me another," he said in a low voice, trying to keep his temper. "Anything, I'll pay for a suite if I have to, just get me a room and get me one now."

"I'm sorry sir, we're completely full. We don't have anything at all."

"Problem, Matt?"

"Fuck off." Matt turned his attention back to the receptionist. "Nothing at all? No chance of a cancellation, anything?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry sir, I don't know how this could have happened..."

"Y'know Matt, my room's a twin, you could have the other bed if you wanted."

"Forget it, I'd rather masturbate with a cheese grater. I'll sleep in the car." Matt turned to leave but stopped when Jeff put a hand on his arm. He had to fight to keep himself from smacking Jeff around the room for presuming to touch him.

"Look, in spite of how nasty you've been to me all night, you're still my brother and I won't see you sleeping out there. It's cold, and I know how after a show you like a hot bath and a comfortable bed. What do you think I'm going to do, paint your nails while you're asleep?"

Matt gathered his principles ready to tell Jeff where he could stick his comfortable bed, but his body started screaming at the mention of a hot bath. Sighing heavily, he dropped his bag at Jeff's feet and walked towards the elevator. "Just don't talk to me."

Hiding a small smile, Jeff obediently picked up Matt's bag and accepted his room key from the receptionist. He followed Matt into the elevator and they rode up to the second floor in silence, apart from Jeff's poorly whistled rendition of The Sun Has Got His Hat On and the grinding of Matt's teeth.

Somehow, they made it to the room without any suspicious deaths, and Jeff opened the door and walked in. He dropped both his and Matt's bags in the middle of the floor and strode over to the window, looking out across the dark town below them and letting out a long sigh.

"I never understood why you liked looking down over cities and towns at night, not for years, but I now I love to do it too. Probably not for the same reasons you do, of course." He heard Matt close the door behind him. "On the off-chance that you care, although I'm getting the distinct impression you don't, the shoulder's in great shape. Better than it has been for a long time, three months at home did wonders for it."

"Good for you. Now shut up and leave me in peace." Matt threw his bag onto one of the beds and started pulling out the bits and pieces he needed for his bath, making sure to grab some fresh boxers so he wouldn't have to change in front of Jeff when he came out of the bathroom.

"Would it kill you to be civil to me?"

Matt straightened and glared at his sibling. "Yes, I think it quite probably would. If I decided to forget everything that's happened and be nice to you, I think I'd lose what little self-respect I have left. So instead, I'm going to be as unpleasant as I can, and I'm going to fucking enjoy it too. I'd appreciate it if you'd have the decency to look offended occasionally."

"How about hurt?" Jeff sat on his bed and looked at the floor. "I can do hurt quite convincingly. Like when you called me a whore, that was pretty painful."

"Good, it was meant to be. And let's face it, you deserve it." Matt stomped into the bathroom and started the water running.

"Want me to come wash your back for you?" Jeff's voice was soft and wistful.

Matt shot him a look which would have frozen lava. "I don't think so." He kicked the door shut with some force and took several deep breaths to calm his jangled nerves. Suddenly it didn't seem so long that Jeff had been gone, and the memories of his brother's hands on his skin were disturbingly clear.

Shaking his head, he quickly pulled himself under control and emptied his mind, stripping and climbing into the bathtub once it was full. He sank into the hot water, letting it soothe him and restore his equilibrium. Sighing contentedly, he laid his head back and began to doze.

It must have been at least an hour later when he emerged from the bathroom in a pair of white boxers, skin still slightly damp, intending to get into his bed before Jeff had chance to look at him more than he was comfortable with.

"I was about to send in a search party, I thought you'd dr- Jesus Christ!"

Matt stopped dead, nonplussed. "What?"

Jeff stared at him in shock. "When the hell did you get a tattoo?!"

Matt blushed. "Oh... er, a couple of months ago. It was a mistake." He shied away when Jeff came over to look at it, but Jeff simply kept coming at him until he was backed against the wall.

"It's me, isn't it?" Jeff asked, getting to his knees to take a closer look at Matt's thigh.

"That's why it was a mistake," Matt replied quietly, almost jumping when Jeff's fingers ran over the decorated skin lightly.

Jeff gazed in awe at the sleek tiger wrapped around Matt's left thigh, both ferocious and entrancing. "I can't believe you did this for me." He traced around its face and front paws near Matt's knee, then up along its body towards Matt's hip, as if he were stroking the cat. "It's beautiful."

"I always thought so," Matt agreed in a strangled voice. He stared helplessly as Jeff slowly slid the leg of his boxers up to expose more of the tattoo, the familiarity of Jeff's touch warming parts of him he'd tried to forget existed.

Jeff bent forward and kissed the tiger gently, Matt's flesh suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive and little tingles coursing through his body as the lips he'd missed so much pressed softly against his skin. With a wrench of will, he put his hands on Jeff's shoulders and firmly pushed him back.

"Don't, Jeff. Either just go to bed or I'll go sleep in the car so you can get someone else up here."

Jeff remained kneeling and studying the tattoo intently, blushing and apparently embarrassed. "I don't want anyone else."

"You've changed your tune," Matt said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone without success.

Jeff turned a still deeper shade of crimson, reaching out to trail his fingertips over the elegant tiger again. "I guess I have, haven't I? One of those famous Jeff Hardy U-turns." He looked up at Matt with clear, unblinking eyes. "But I know what I want now."

"If what you mean is that you need a good fucking and you think I'm the one to do that for you, I'm giving you ten seconds to get the hell away from me before I beat you to a pulp."

"That's not what I mean. But it'd be a nice addendum."

Glaring down at his brother, Matt couldn't decide if he wanted more to kick him or wrap his arms around him. "Repeat after me: I, Jeff Hardy, am a fucking idiot."

Laughing, Jeff complied. "I, Jeff Hardy, am a fucking idiot. And then some."

"Get up here." Matt watched impassively as Jeff got to his feet, the two standing eye to eye and nose to nose. "You'd better not be messing me around, Jeff..."

"I'm not." Looking at Matt close up for the first time in months, Jeff unconsciously licked his lips. "I want to come home, Matt. Permanently."

Matt simply stared for a moment, mesmerised by Jeff's tongue running across his lips and disappointed when it vanished back into his mouth. "Do that again."

Obediently Jeff licked his lips again, and his breath caught in the back of his throat when Matt snaked his own tongue out and reached forward to do the same, the heat in Matt's expression as his tongue caressed his brother's open mouth making Jeff's legs feel unstable. Matt slid his tongue across Jeff's and slowly lapped along his lips until Jeff moaned aloud and he lost control.

Throwing one arm around Jeff's waist and pulling their bodies sharply together, Matt held the back of Jeff's head in place with his other hand while he crushed his lips against his brother's. He delved deep into Jeff's mouth, kissing him hard and urgently, Jeff's eyes finally fluttering closed as he submitted to his sibling and melted into him.

Satisfied with his conquest, Matt broke the kiss, enjoying watching Jeff stumble as he tried to collect his scattered thoughts. Flushed, overexcited Jeff was a sight he hadn't seen in far too long.

Jeff sat himself shakily on the edge of Matt's bed. "God, I've missed that." He wrapped his arms around Matt's waist and pulled him close, laying his cheek against Matt's stomach and sighing contentedly.

Looking down at his brother's colourful head, Matt hesitated, the cynicism he'd carefully cultivated over the last few months making its presence felt. Eventually he reached down and stroked Jeff's hair, half afraid he'd wake up when Jeff purred and nuzzled against his belly.

"Mmm, you're always so warm and comforting..." Jeff mumbled against his skin, sounding like a five-year-old, and Matt laughed.

"I'd prefer hot and sexy," he stated, squirming when Jeff unlocked one of his arms and trailed his fingers delicately down Matt's ass.

"Oh, I thought that went without saying," Jeff said, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he felt Matt's cock hardening and lengthening against his chest. He moved a little lower and teased his lips against it through Matt's boxers. "You know, for some reason, being around you always makes me feel hungry."

Matt's mouth was suddenly very dry. "Well, I wouldn't want you to starve..." He inwardly berated himself for the way his voice cracked, betraying his eagerness. He quickly forgot his irritation though, the fact that Jeff was gently pulling his boxers down over his hips demanding his full attention.

"I don't really think there's any danger of that." Jeff eyed Matt's cock greedily as he exposed it, just as thick and tantalizing as he remembered it. He was tempted to leave the boxers around Matt's thighs and go straight to work, but then the tattoo caught his eye again.

He pushed the boxers right down to Matt's ankles, dropping soft kisses along the length of the tiger as he went. "This is so fucking incredible. I'm totally blown away by it."

"I missed you," Matt said, in a moment of candour he hoped he wouldn't regret later. He stepped out of the underwear pooled around his feet. "I wasn't thinking straight and I figured it might help me feel like I was near you. Ended up just making me feel that even though I couldn't have you, I couldn't get away from you either."

Jeff shrank back a little and looked down at the floor. "Is it... I mean, now that I'm back, is it still a mistake?"

Matt untangled his hand from Jeff's hair and trailed his fingers down over Jeff's cheek, delighting in the smooth skin which was finally his again. He ran a fingertip over his brother's moist lips. "No, it's not," he said quietly, "as long as you're staying this time."

"Oh, I'm definitely not dumb enough to screw up like that again," Jeff said, favouring Matt with a brilliant smile before drawing the caressing finger into his mouth and sucking on it lightly, listening to Matt take a deep breath.

"You really should stop that, you're giving me ideas," Matt told him, struggling with the urge to take his cock in his hand and push it towards Jeff's face.

Jeff released Matt's finger and laughed. "You're standing naked in front of me with an erection you could use to cut glass; if you aren't already having ideas then you've really changed while I've been gone."

Matt glared. "Aren't I supposed to be the smartass in this relationship?"

"You know, I'd complain about you being such a pissy little bitch if it weren't for the fact you look so fucking irresistible while you're at it."

"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a pissy litt- oh, Christ..." Matt reflexively curled his fingers into Jeff's hair as he teased the tip of his tongue over the head of Matt's cock, wanting to strangle him when he stopped and glanced up.

"Sorry Matt, what were you saying?" Jeff's face was the picture of innocence.

"Nothing, just keep going," Matt breathed, pulling Jeff's head back to himself and sighing happily while Jeff lapped at the base of his cock. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, feeling Jeff's tongue slowly edge further and further up his length, the memory of the heat of Jeff's mouth tickling his mind and making the anticipation almost unbearable.

By the time Jeff reached the tip of his brother's cock Matt's mind was racing at a million miles an hour, as images of some of the delicious things Jeff had done to him in the past flashed through it. After spending so long desperately missing Jeff's touch Matt had no control over his feverish desire at all, and the only thing in the world he wanted to do was let Jeff make him cum.

He looked down just in time to see Jeff run his tongue over his lips to wet them again and he took a deep breath, getting a firmer grip on Jeff's hair so he could set the pace. Jeff's lips closed over the head of his cock, hot and soft, and Matt used his hold on his sibling to keep his movements slow. He loved to watch Jeff's mouth descend on his cock, loved to see the relish and hunger on Jeff's face as he devoured him - the eroticism always made the act sweeter.

Holding Jeff's head still, Matt thrust gently into his mouth, spiralling deeper into lust with Jeff every time he heard him sigh or moan around Matt's cock. Sometimes he thought Jeff enjoyed sucking him off almost more than he enjoyed having Matt reciprocate; he could see the desire mounting in Jeff's expression and feel him trying to move faster in spite of Matt's tight grasp on his hair. He adored how much Jeff got off on worshipping him this way - until he suddenly wondered how many men had seen Jeff looking this way since they'd split up.

He looked at Jeff's cheeks hollowed around him, Jeff's lips pursed against his flesh, and his brain maliciously offered him pictures of Jeff's mouth pursed the same way around someone else's cock. Everyone else's - Shane, Shannon, their old headmaster, that irritating Roberts boy Matt had beaten the crap out of in seventh grade...

Tugging hard on Jeff's hair, Matt yanked his head away, shoving him onto his back and straddling his body. He swooped down to capture Jeff's mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss, aware that he was probably bruising Jeff's lips but also aware that Jeff was breathing harder and harder with each passing moment.

Matt abandoned his brother's mouth, grabbing Jeff's t-shirt and jerking it up his body almost too fast for Jeff to get his shoulders off the bed so it could go over his head. He took a second to drink in the sight of Jeff's naked torso, his eyes practically burning as he watched the movement in his sibling's perfect biceps and pectorals when Jeff reached up to pull him back, before he pinned Jeff's wrists to the bed and descended on his throat.

Jeff had always had a very sensitive neck; there were times Matt had enjoyed covering it in nibbling kisses, reducing Jeff to a quivering puddle of lust. Tenderness was the last thing on Matt's mind now however, and he dove on Jeff's throat with an animalistic passion. He sucked at it ravenously, biting at the skin with as much restraint as he could impose on himself, immensely satisfied to feel Jeff squirming around beneath him.

Matt had barely even given Jeff time to accustom himself to the onslaught before he started moving down, favouring Jeff's collarbone and chest with needy kisses. He released Jeff's wrists and felt a hand immediately tangle itself in his hair, the other between his shoulder-blades, encouraging him to press their bodies closer.

Tearing himself away, Matt sat on the bed to the side of Jeff and gestured wordlessly at Jeff's jeans. While Jeff would usually argue any order Matt gave him until he was blue in the face, this time he just nodded and scrambled off the bed. He pulled off his boots and socks, slinging all of them over his shoulder carelessly, his eyes constantly travelling Matt's face and body.

Matt's own eyes were glued to Jeff's fingers as he undid his belt buckle and the fastenings on his jeans. He was almost salivating as his brother's hips came into view, wanting desperately to take a firm grip on them and bury Jeff's cock down his throat. He sat patiently while Jeff pulled his jeans down and off though, unconsciously running his tongue over his lips as he watched the muscles in Jeff's thighs flex.

Finally naked (as far as Jeff was concerned, unless he thought his pants were going to fall off on TV, underwear was something that happened to other people), Jeff strode back to his sibling. "I'm not sure I can take much foreplay tonight, Matt," Jeff began, but quickly shut his mouth when Matt's forceful hands pushed him down onto the bed and rolled him over onto his stomach.

For a moment he thought Matt was going to fuck him right then, take him dry and hard, and he felt his cock pulse against the bed. He knew he'd feel it for days, and every time he sat down the twinge of pain would make him remember how Matt felt inside him. He'd already opened his mouth to beg Matt to do it and do it now when he felt Matt's strong hands on the cheeks of his ass, spreading them apart, and Matt's hot tongue teasing at his hole. His half-formed words dissipated into a helpless moan.

Matt shivered as Jeff's vocal appreciation of his actions reached his ears. His fingers tightened involuntarily on Jeff's ass, his brutal clutching at the smooth globes of flesh contrasting sharply with the sensual movements of his tongue. He licked softly at Jeff's entrance and circled his tongue around it, listening all the while to Jeff's mumbles and groans.

Jeff's ass clenched automatically against Matt's tongue almost as if it were trying to grasp it, and Matt intensified his salacious attack, relishing the feeling of his brother's muscular buttocks pressed against his cheeks while he probed insistently at his hole. When he began to trail his mouth lower, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin behind Jeff's balls, Jeff immediately shifted his knees up and apart beneath him to offer Matt easier access. Matt couldn't help but smile at Jeff's wanton behaviour. "You look like such a little slut."

Jeff didn't even bother arguing the point. "Look, I've been waiting months for this, would you shut up and get on with it?"

"Hang on," Matt said as he drew back, in as innocent a voice as he could muster. "Weren't you on the receiving end last time we screwed before you fucked off to 'explore your sexuality'?"

"Uh... no?" Jeff replied hopefully.

"I'm sure you were. It's not your turn."

Sitting up and scowling ferociously, Jeff fixed Matt with a glare. "I'm sure you're wrong."

Matt stuck his nose in the air. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm never wrong."

"Arrogant prick..."

Wearing an irritatingly smug smirk, Matt knelt on the floor and bent over the bed, years of experience having taught him which position was most comfortable for him to begin with. "Come on, get the lube."

"I'm not doing it unless you promise I'm definitely getting my ass fucked next time," Jeff pouted.

"Yeah, whatever, fucking get on with it!" Matt rolled his eyes dramatically while Jeff rummaged through his bag for the lube that Matt had quite rightly assumed was there.

"You always were impatient." Glancing up at his lover, Jeff became more serious. "You're not the only one tonight though." He popped open the lubricant and squeezed a little out onto his fingertips.

Matt said nothing, flashing a smile back over his shoulder in mute invitation. It had been long enough since they'd last fucked that he found himself biting at his bottom lip when he felt Jeff massaging the cold lube over and around his entrance.

As the questing finger pushed carefully but firmly into him Matt exhaled deeply, forcing back the instinct to tighten his internal muscles against the intrusion. The initial penetration was always hard work for him, but still very pleasurable despite that.

"You always looked fucking hot with my fingers in your ass..." Jeff's grin was evident in his voice. "It's no wonder I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Matt pushed back against his brother's hand and Jeff took the hint, letting his finger slide out a bit and pushing it back in deeper. He teased around Matt's hole with a second finger, resisting the temptation to press ahead with it and waiting for Matt to let him know he was ready.

Feeling almost as if he was melting into the bed, Matt didn't attempt to hold back the uncharacteristic moan that escaped his throat, aware of how much Jeff would love to hear it. "Didn't you say you couldn't take much foreplay tonight?" he mumbled when he was able.

"Well yeah, but of course I'm going to give you whatever time you need..."

Matt cut him short. "What I need, you silly bastard, is you."

Jeff smiled affectionately at his brother's back, aware that this was the closest he'd get to a declaration of Matt's feelings for him. "Fine, have it your way. Just say if you want me to pull back."

Matt nodded silently, focusing on keeping himself relaxed and open as Jeff daintily pulled his finger from him. A few seconds later he was gasping for breath and clutching at the sheets, barely able to keep from throwing himself backwards onto the hard cock pressing slowly into his ass despite the sting and the ache; he knew both would pass.

He felt Jeff's left hand glide around his waist, coming to rest on his abdomen, and he released the sheets in favour of dropping his own hand to rest on top of his brother's. As he felt Jeff's hips touch his ass and Jeff's balls against his inner thighs, Matt pulled his other hand beneath him too. He tried to make himself stroke his cock slowly, but he knew that wasn't likely to last long.

Once he was all the way in, Jeff paused to savour the sensation for only a moment before he began to pull back. After three months away from him, his hunger for his brother was almost feral and there was little chance of this being a long, leisurely session.

Jeff drove his cock back into Matt's ass, becoming slightly forceful in spite of his good intentions. He got no complaint though, just Matt's hand tightening over his fingers and he took that as encouragement.

Looking down his body, Jeff watched his cock disappearing into Matt's ass over and over, utterly certain that it was the only sight in existence he'd never tire of. He watched the sheen of sweat develop over Matt's back, listened to him breathing irregularly. "Don't hold back on my account," he ground out through half-clenched teeth, "I'm not liable to last too long this time either!"

He slowed his movements, allowing Matt to work his ass back onto Jeff's cock himself. He adored watching Matt do that; it was breathtaking to see his self-possessed brother become a cock-hungry slut, trying to get Jeff's cock as deep into his ass as possible.

Matt threw himself backwards enthusiastically, delighting in having Jeff inside him again after all this time. As the friction increased he felt his arousal mounting fast, and he gave up his short-lived attempt to draw it out, stroking himself in time with his repeated impalement on Jeff's cock.

Jeff knew very well how to spot when Matt was close to orgasm - and how to push his buttons when he was almost there. Putting both hands on Matt's broad back to hold him in place, he drove into him violently. He listened to the gasps and the unintelligible murmur that escaped from Matt's lips, right before Matt's ass squeezed tight around his cock as the orgasm hit.

Fucking Matt hard and deep, Jeff grabbed a handful of his still damp hair and yanked back on it, knowing how it always made Matt cum that little bit harder and longer. He didn't relent as Matt rode it out, forcing his cock into Matt's ass while it continued to contract.

Matt's muscles gradually began to relax, one by one; he hadn't even realised they were tensed. He collapsed against the bed, becoming more aware with Jeff's every stroke of the pain their hurried penetration had caused. He had no desire to ask Jeff to stop though, taking pride in his brother's lust as the assault on his ass continued. He angled himself to allow Jeff to push deeper, unable to keep from smiling in satisfaction as Jeff's thrusts became increasingly erratic.

He heard Jeff's breath catch and found himself eagerly anticipating Jeff's climax, knowing as he did that Jeff always unconsciously held his breath when he was about to cum. The sudden exhalation of air and the powerful snap of his brother's hips would have given it away even if it weren't for the stream of semi-coherent expletives pouring from Jeff's mouth, and Matt felt no small triumph in Jeff's typically vocal orgasm. Jeff always had been the noisier of the two of them.

Jeff lay his forehead against Matt's sweaty back, panting for breath. He'd sort of hoped their reconciliation could be a languid and tender affair, but realistically that was against both their natures even when they weren't suffering from months of built up tension.

Pulling his subsiding erection gently from Matt's ass, Jeff could barely muster the energy to get up from his knees and topple onto the bed. "I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, giving that up. I must have been out of my mind."

"It's because you're a dumbfuck." Matt crawled up next to him and they lay for a few minutes in contented, companionable silence. Jeff had always adored his brother when he'd just been fucked; it was one of the very few times Matt could allow himself to be a little softer, a little vulnerable, and not resent it.

Reaching over to run a finger over Matt's lips, Jeff eventually felt compelled to speak. "I really did miss you, you know." Any reply Matt might have made was swallowed as Jeff leant in and treated himself to a deep, passionate kiss while the afterglow of their ravenous carnal reunion was still alive.

Matt allowed himself the luxury of relaxing into Jeff briefly before he broke the kiss. "I'm warning you Jeff, if you ever do that to me again I'll swing for you."

Jeff grinned. "You don't have to keep threatening me, I'm planning to stick around."

"Good. Now fuck off to your own bed so I can get some sleep."

"That's what I've always liked about you, you're so romantic."

Matt shot him a withering look. "Your eyes seem as if the whole heavens are contained within them," he said sarcastically. "Now fuck off to your own bed." To add emphasis, he shoved Jeff straight off the side of the bed.

"Fucking bastard..." Jeff picked himself up off the floor, rubbing at the elbow he'd landed on and wiping away a splotch of Matt's cum his hip had acquired from the side of the divan on his way down. He did his best to look offended as he crossed the room to his own bed, flicking off the light on his way past. "Almost makes me regret the three hundred dollars it cost me to get that guy on reception to give away your room."

If he'd had enough light to do it by, Matt would have favoured Jeff with a murderous glare. "You're a conniving little shit..."

"Night, Matt," Jeff said smugly, and for the first time in months Matt settled down to sleep with a smile on his face.

Jeff peeled back the protective gauze, wincing slightly as it pulled a couple of scabs free. He reached for the tube of antiseptic cream, and couldn't help but smile as he imagined Matt's expression when he showed him what he'd done. Tattoos were addictive - once you'd got the first it was hard to stop - but he hadn't expected to be quite as attached to one of them as he already was to this one.

He smeared the cream delicately over his thigh, resisting the temptation to pick at the flaking skin. It was already beautiful, and once it was all healed it'd be breathtaking. He especially liked the way the tattooist had managed to make the wolf so powerful and intense.