A few minutes later the door knocked. Matt took a deep breath and opened the door to see Jeremy standing in the doorway. It was also at that moment that he completely forgot to put a t-shirt on after his workout. A big smile spread across his face at the sight of him.
(Matt): Hey you, you alright? I keep having to stop myself from calling ye fella!
It wasn't like he hadn't seen Matt without a shirt before, their profession kept them on the brink of nudity on a regular basis, but it was different now. For a brief moment, he stared at him in awe, the ripple of his abs, the little folds in his belly button, that smile makes you forget everything and everyone else in the world exists. Was his mouth open? He hoped his mouth wasn't hanging open like a dummy? The last thing he wanted to do was look stupid in front of Matt. Jitters....it had been a while since he'd felt this.
(Jeremy): Fella? And what will you call me instead?
Matt stuttered for a second.
(Matt): Um…. I don’t know, so I don’t…babe? Do we call each other “babe” I don’t know? I’m rambling now, so I am. Sorry!
"Babe”? Were they at babe already? They hadn't even had an official first date. It couldn't be "Fella" or "Dude" or "Bro" their names were too formal, shit...he guess it had to be "babe." Jeremy wondered how long it took Michelle and Sean to say "babe," had he even noticed? Would anyone notice them? Did he care? Did Matt care? He leaned in and gave Matt a kiss on the check as he stepped inside.
(Jeremy): Okay, "babe!"
There he'd said it, and thank God his back was now turned to Matt because the smile on his face had to look ridiculous.
(Jeremy): I was surprised to get your text to stop by, I thought you'd be getting ready for Havoc. How are you feeling? Are you sure you're ready to get back in there? I know it's been almost 2 weeks now since Art of War, but still...you went through hell.
Jeremy looks him up and down, locking in on the scars still healing all over his body. Matt could feel Jeremy’s on him, conscious of his scars.
(Matt): I did some training this morning and I’m going into the Academy tomorrow, so I am. Plus, all my wounds have closed up and are scarred, so they have. I’m feeling good though. What about you? I know he looked a lot worse off than I did last week but I wouldn’t trust him as far as I can throw him.
He took Jeremy’s hand in his, running his thumb across it.
(Matt): I really want to come out to the ring with you. Make sure he doesn’t try any of his usual bullshit.
Jeremy takes him by the other hand, staring into Matt's face. He was so sickeningly in love with this man. Everything about his was new and to be discovered and it was exhilarating.
(Jeremy): Don't worry, I'm ready for Maniac and his bag of cheap tricks. This has been a long time coming, only you got to him first. He's been on our ass from the very start, he went out of his way to go attack my dad, he's taken every cheapshot verbal and physical he could take at me and now its just us in the ring. I'm not the pushover he thinks I am, and he's going to find that out the hard way.
(Matt): I still feel horrible so I do for him attacking your old man…he tried to go after my family not realizing they’re actually dead and to save face he went after your da…makes me f*cking sick… and he had the audacity to ask me to join him?! Ugh! Can we change the subject and not talk about that prick?
(Jeremy): Alright, how about another prick. The one you'll be facing. I almost had my hands on him the other week if Draconis hadn't stepped in. What he did....
Jeremy shakes his head in frustration...
(Jeremy): Michelle's the sweetest thing in the world and what he's done to her, he's far from done paying for that. He's still got it coming from all of us and if you don't happen to put his ass out for good, maybe there'll be just a little left for me to do it. What's with these people? It wasn't like this before. Erica's gone total psycho bitch mode, Maniac, Fallen are desperate to have the spotlight in the twilight of their career, Deas is God knows where, Draconis and his family are coming into things and not without some drama, and where is that Ash kid...Eddie Phoenix's son. He got a training contract didn't he, but no one has seen him. Those Blackthorne chicks, I can't make heads or tails of them. Is everyone here mental all of a sudden?
Jeremey pulls Matt closer to him....
(Jeremy): Everyone, except you of course!
Matt smiled. It was still surreal being in this position with Jeremy but it still felt right. The kisses they had shared after Art of War, the night they’d spent cuddling and talking in his hotel room afterwards too. And now this. He leaned his forehead on Jeremy’s.
(Matt): I dunno about that, I did just leap off a ladder wrapped in barbed wire into a burning wrestling ring two weeks ago… hardly the sanest thing anyone’s ever done. This though…
Matt then lifted one of his hands locked in Jeremy’s and kissed it.
(Matt): …this is the sanest thing I’ve done in months.
He loved his touch. It was warm and comforting and it did feel "right" just like Matt said. It felt like he had found the someone he had waited for, searched for, for a long time and here he was.
(Jeremy): Okay, jumping off a cage into a half-standing ring that was on fire may qualify you, but this makes up for it.
Jeremy squeezes Matt's hand and gives him a kiss on the lips. Those beautifully shaped lips covering his smile like a velvet curtain before an amazing Broadway show.
You just knew the best was yet to come from behind them.
(Jeremy): So...what do you think of the big announcement?
Matt guided Jeremy onto the sofa in his living room, plonking himself down.
(Matt): Helloween Harvest? Are you kidding me? I can’t wait so I can’t! Do you know how many old school Helloween Harvests I watched before I even became a pro wrestler! It was always my favourite HWA PPV!
(Jeremy): I've seen them all myself, I think one of my favorites was 2009 when Talon Wilkinson won the World Title. It was also the same night Hans won the All Star Championship of course. It's always been such a blockbuster ppv, but I guess you could say that about a lot of them. This one is special though...we're going to be on it. I have no idea who we'll be in the ring with, but it's going to be great.
Matt absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down Jeremy’s arm, tracing the contours of his lean muscles.
(Matt): Yeah, Sensei versus Hans will be incredible too… as for us… I don’t know if you seen but…I kinda sorta challenged Maniac to another match, so I did…please don’t be mad…
(Jeremy): Wait a minute....you did what? Why? What kind of match? Tell me its not something insane. Did he accept? Is Butch going to sign off on this thing?
A million thoughts now flash in Jeremy's head. Art of War replays in his head and the pain Matt endured. This was what they did, but Art of War was different, it was a deliberate, willing delve into a dark abyss and didn't want it to be become a habit for Matt. On the other hand, he didn't want to pressure him, Matt was his own man, he didn't want to push him away being overbearing. They were wrestlers, they get in the ring and get hurt, but he was just concerned about things going too far and Matt getting caught up in the moment like he and Sean both did at the ppv.
(Jeremy): Sorry...I'm just...I don't want to see you hurt beyond what is reasonably expected, you know?
Matt smiled and ran his fingers up and down Jeremy’s cheek.
(Matt): I know…it’s sweet you care, so it is…and I only made the challenge this morning, I don’t even know if Maniac or anyone else has even seen it yet…it’s an exploding barbed wire deathmatch…
Matt closed his eyes half-shut, waiting for Jeremy to freak out. Jeremy releases Matt's hand. He sits upright as if he can't believe what he just heard and runs his hands through his hair as if he could pull the reason from his brain.
(Jeremy): Matt...this is....
He stands up and begins to pace the floor.
(Jeremy): What do you have to prove? For all intents and purposes you beat him at Art of War, he wasn't about to get up from that. I know Butch called the match, but you won...there's no need this. Christ...wasn't getting half blown up by surprise enough...you want to do it on purpose now? He isn't worth it!
Matt stood, reaching for Jeremy’s hands.
(Matt): Please don’t be mad, I promise you I know what I’m doing, so I do! This isn’t me getting a taste for extreme matches, I promise. I can’t not beat him, Jer… I need my name called out by the announcer, I need that vindication. If I beat the most insane hardcore wrestler in the history of this company, maybe all the naysayers will finally give me…us! Give us the credit we deserve! You beat Will Ospreay and I’m so feckin’ proud of you for that! Sean beat Fallen and went viral…all I got known for was what? Getting these scars? Getting shit stuck in me mouth? Everyone says I’m the one that carried the flag for us Jer but so far, I’ve got nothin’ to show for it…
Jeremy was mad, but not at Matt. He was mad at Maniac for bringing things to this point, for making Matt doubt himself, not feel that the wrestling world sees him the way that he does. He reaches up and puts both his hands on Matt's face.
(Jeremy): You've got me...…...and I know that's the same as what you're talking about...I get it, but dammit Matt.
Something occurs to him then...a lightbulb in his head. He looks to the side and mutters to himself, which is silly in hindsight because Matt's right in front of him and can clearly hear him.
(Jeremy): What if he doesn't make it to Helloween Harvest.
(Matt): What? What are you getting at? What’s in yer head, Jer? Look I know I did some daft shite in the months leading up to Art of War but I don’t want that rubbing off on you, so I don’t!
(Jeremy): I've got Maniac and Havoc, who’s to say he even makes it to the next ppv. He might break his leg, or his arm, or suffer a severe concussion. I just might save you the trouble.
Jeremy smiles at Matt.
(Jeremy): Seriously though, I don't want you to do this, but I understand....I do, and I'm here by your side the entire way. I won't let him or anyone else hurt you. I've only just truly found you, and I won't lose you.
Matt kisses Jeremy deeply before looking into his eyes.
(Matt): Yer not gonna lose me, ye big dafty. I promise you I know what I’m doing. You just go out there in Portland and show him you’re not gonna let what he did slide.
Matt kisses Jeremy again with a bit more passion this time. It wasn’t something they had done before, properly made out but he knew he wanted to. He felt like Matt was trying to take his mind off his frustration with his match and it was working. He lost himself in this kiss. Matt was passionate, he kissed with the same fervor as he wrestled and Jeremy swooned in it and returned fire with fire. His hands rubbed up and down Matt's bare back, he gripped his ass like a 49'er staking claim to a gold mine and pulled him close. He was everything he always wanted, his smell, his taste, his touch, he was the ultimate high, and he was all his. Matt was lost in the moment. Despite being fairly new to this part of his sexuality, he embraced it. He felt himself becoming aroused as he pulled Jeremy closer to him, still engrossed deep in their passionate embrace, running his hands under his t-shirt, feeling the ripple of his muscles on his fingertips.
.
Their bodies pressed up against one another, it was obvious to tell their level of arousal. Jeremy threw caution to the wind letting his hand slide down to the front of Matt's pants, feeling him. The simple tease or a touch was driving him crazy and he felt as Matt reached down to unbutton his pants. He pulled his face apart from his staring at him.
(Jeremy): Wait...are you....are you sure?
Matt grinned as he pulled down his pants and he kissed Jeremy again, sliding his tongue into his mouth before before grabbing him by the hand and motioned towards the bedroom.
(Matt): Come on…
Jeremy allowed himself to be led, he kicked off his shoes and undressed himself as he got to Matt's bedroom. They were standing there staring at each other looking like two pitched tents before going to the bed. He was...beyond words. They lay there and he traced his fingers down Matt's stomach, a very light line of hair trailed down into his underwear and he stuck his thumb on the band and began to pull them down. The anticipation of looking was overwhelming. Matt's bare bottom now cupped in his hand was delightful as their kissing continued and legs entwined and the scene fades to black.
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