My mother said there's only one way
A sweet angel boy, narrow and straight
Timing his past, teachings they fade
Now their angel boy has gone astray
I've felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath on my skin
Dip me into the water, wash me again
Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have I gone too far now
Have I lost my wings
I found a priest, I spoke my mind
Asked if I'd sinned one too many times
He said "My son, you're only a man"
Then I said, "Sir, you don't understand"
I've felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath on my skin
Dip me into the water, wash me again
Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have I gone too far now
Have I lost my wings
God help us all for what we have done
We've lost our way, we can't find the Son
We make our beds, we seal our fate
Is there still time, or is it too late
We've felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath our my skin
Dip us into the water, wash us again
Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have we gone too far now
Have we lost our wings
We've felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath our my skin
Dip us into the water, wash us again
Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
Or have we gone too far now
Have we lost our wings
Have we lost our wings


Matt sat on a bench in the locker room and leaned his head against the wall. He was tired, mad, and worst of all, sicker than a dog. The cold he had been fighting for a week was kicking his ass all over the place and all he could think about was getting back to the hotel and getting some sleep. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the noise surrounding him.

Matt had no idea how long he had been sitting there when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Jay standing there, a look of concern on his face. "You okay, man?" Jay asked softly. Matt looked around to see who else was in the room before answering.

"Not really," Matt replied. "I think I'm coming down with something, but I'll be okay. Don't worry about me." He smiled lamely at his friend.

Jay placed his hand on Matt's forehead and winced. "You're burning up, Matt," he said. "Want me to get the doc?" Matt shook his head no.

The door burst open and Jeff bounced into the room. He looked at Jay and stuck out his tongue. "No enemies allowed!" he told Jay jokingly. Jay softly swatted the back of Jeff's head as Jeff sat on the bench in front of Matt. "How ya doing, Matty?" Jeff asked his brother. He leaned forward and looked into Matt's eyes. "You ain't lookin' so good."

Matt smiled at Jeff and reached up to ruffle his purple hair. "I ain't feeling so good, Tigger," Matt said, calling Jeff by his childhood nickname. Jeff was surveying his face, taking in the glassy eyed way Matt was staring back at him. He made a face at Matt when he felt the heat emanating from Matt's skin. Jeff pulled his hand back and shook it. "Ouch!" Jeff said. "You're hot!" Jay laughed. "That's gross," Jay said. "He's your brother!"

Jeff kicked at Jay as he stood up. "Shut up, 'tard," Jeff said. He leaned close to Jay and whispered, "do me a favor, ok? Stay here with Matt till I get back." Jay nodded. Jeff looked at his brother and said "I gotta take care of something…be right back. Want me to bring you anything?" Matt shook his head and leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes again. Jeff ran out of the room with a determined look on his face. Jay sat back on the bench and watched as Matt drifted back to sleep.

Warm white sand. Cool blue water. The sound of the rushing waterfall. All these things went through Matt's mind as he slept. In his dream, he could hear laughter, soft and light in the background. He was sitting on a rock ledge under the waterfall, his eyes closed, head back, enjoying the feel of the soft, warm lips wrapped around his cock. He reached down and wrapped his hands in the silky hair of the person giving him so much pleasure. Matt felt a velvety tongue work its way from the tip of his hardness all the way to the base, then snake out to caress the top of his balls. Just the way I like it, he thought. He wondered who was giving him such lavish treatment. Just then, he felt the tightening in his stomach, slowly drifting down to his balls. He knew his release would be hard, fast, and very soon. With a sharp cry, he jerked his hips up and let go everything within him. His heart was pounding as he struggled to get his breathing under control. The smile on his face was evidence of his satisfaction. Matt lowered his head and opened his eyes to see who had given him so much love. The emerald green eyes that met his were sparkling in the sun. the light played off the multi colored highlights in his brother's hair. Wait a minute. Jeff? He just had a dream about Jeff giving him a blowjob?? Holy shit!

Matt felt someone's hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes, only to be met by Jeff's green gaze. Jeff was staring so intently at Matt that he could almost feel the holes being shot straight into his mind. Jeff lowered himself down on the bench in front of Matt and scooted closer to him. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching.

"Musta been some dream," Jeff said. Matt blushed, wondering what he meant. "Huh?" Matt asked. Jeff looked into his eyes and said, "you were moaning. Must be the fever." Matt tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry. Jeff noticed the look on Matt's face and reached down to grab his water bottle. Matt took a long drink to quench his thirst, but also to allow himself enough time for his breathing to return to normal.

"I…I don't remember what I was dreaming about," Matt lied. Jeff nodded. "Where have you been?" Matt asked. Suddenly Jeff's face lit up and he leaned forward again. He looked at Matt and began talking in a whisper.

"I was talking to Vince," Jeff said. Matt's eyebrows knit together in a questioning look. "Think you can handle Taker tomorrow night?" Jeff asked.

Matt sat back quickly, lightly banging his head on the wall behind him. "WHAT?" he practically yelled at Jeff. "You know I'm sick. How can I do that in the condition I'm in?" Jeff reached up and smoothed Matt's hair down. "Relax, Matt," he said. "I worked out a deal with Vince. You do the job to Taker tomorrow on Raw, then he attacks me and Ames Tuesday night at the taping, then we get three weeks off to do whatever we want!! Imagine that, Matt…three whole weeks!"

Matt watched as Jeff bounced on the bench, eagerly waiting for a reply. It did sound good. The last time he had spent more than a few days off at home was when he was injured. Finally Matt smiled at his little brother and said, "sounds like a plan to me, Tig. Now let's get outta here. All I want to do is hit that bed and get some rest." With a whoop, Jeff leapt off the bench and ran out the door, pumping his fist in the air. Matt gathered his things and shoved them into his bag. He hadn't showered, but he had planned on taking a long, hot bath back at the hotel.

Jeff had showered as soon as they got back to their room. When he was finished, he ran a hot bath for Matt. As Matt sank into the steaming water and felt his muscles slowly relaxing, he heard the phone ring in the other room. He could hear Jeff's side of the conversation, muffled through the bathroom door. The sound of Jeff's voice got closer, then he heard the door open. He raised his head to look at Jeff standing in the doorway.

Jeff moved the phone away from his mouth and looked at Matt. "You okay in here?" he asked. Matt nodded. "Going to bed when you get through?" Jeff asked him. He nodded again. It dawned on him where this conversation was going. "Jeff, if you want to go out, go," Matt said. "I don't need a babysitter. Soon as I'm done in here, I'm going to sleep and I don't want to see another soul until tomorrow morning." Jeff's face lit up. "You sure, Matt? Cuz I can stay here with you if you need me," he said.

Matt shook his head. "Go. Have fun. Drink one for me, okay?" Matt said. Jeff grinned, then spoke into the phone. "Alright," he said, "I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes." He closed the door and left Matt alone again. Through the door, Matt could hear Jeff tearing through his bag trying to find something to wear.

The water in the tub was beginning to cool off, so Matt let some of it out and turned the hot water on again. As the tub refilled, he heard another knock on the door. Jeff opened it and looked at him. "You sure you don't want me to stay, Matty?" he asked. Matt chuckled softly. "I'm 100% positive, Jeff," he replied. "Go and have fun for both of us. Show everyone how extreme we can be." Jeff laughed. "Okay, I'm going. I have my cell with me if you need me. Don't stay in there too long, cuz I don't want you getting any sicker than you are. I put some clothes on the bed for when you get out. I won't be out too late." Matt laughed.

"Thanks, Mom," he said to Jeff, who stuck his tongue out. "I'll be fine, I swear," Matt said. "Now get outta here before I start singing to ya!"

Jeff grabbed his ears as he backed out of the room. "Oh no," he said. "The torture!!" Matt threw a washcloth at him as Jeff closed the door. A few minutes later, Matt heard the door to the room open and close, and he leaned back to relax for a bit longer.

When the water cooled again, Matt drained the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He entered the main room and looked towards his bed. He had to laugh to himself. Sure enough, Jeff has laid out his clothes - boxers, sweat pants and a t-shirt. On the nightstand was a bottle of water, two Tylenol capsules and a box of Kleenex. Propped up beside the lamp was a note, written in Jeff's unmistakable script and multi colored ink. "Take your medicine, drink plenty of fluids, and go to sleep. See you in the morning! Love, J." Matt dressed quickly, swallowed the pills and climbed under the covers. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

It was cold. Matt looked around and saw snow, mountain peaks and blue skies. He was laying on a snow bank, half naked, with that all too familiar rainbow colored head bobbing up and down between his legs. Matt could tell he was getting close to orgasm, but suddenly the warm mouth around his cock was gone. The cold mountain air hit his hot flesh and he immediately gasped at the loss of heat. He opened his eyes to see why Jeff had stopped.

Jeff was staring into Matt's eyes, a twinkle playing in his emerald orbs from the sun. Matt looked at him and asked, "why did you stop?" Jeff leaned forward and kissed Matt softly on the lips, increasing the intensity as he ran his hands down Matt's chest. Matt wrapped his arms around Jeff's back, slowly sliding his hands up the back of Jeff's shirt, tracing small circles on his warm flesh. Matt gasped into Jeff's mouth when he felt Jeff's hand wrap around his hard cock. Jeff broke the kiss, looked into Matt's eyes and winked. Matt smiled as Jeff raised up and impaled himself on Matt's hardness. Both brothers gasped at the sensation. Jeff began riding Matt slowly, increasing the tempo as he became accustomed to the hot flesh encased in his tight ass.

"You like that?" Jeff asked Matt as he slammed his ass back onto Matt's cock again. Matt nodded his head. Jeff leaned down and began to lick Matt's lips slowly, darting the tip of his tongue between them. Suddenly, Matt's eyes snapped open. He reached up and put his hands on Jeff's shoulders and pushed him back.

"Why'd ya do that, Matty?" Jeff asked. "Stop," Matt said. "We can't do this, it's wrong. You're my brother."

Jeff rolled his eyes at Matt. "Yeah," he said. "So?" Matt pushed him off and Jeff landed on the soft snow. He jumped up quickly, rubbing his bare flesh to warm it. "That hurt, Matt," he said.

Matt stood and began pacing. Suddenly, the snow was gone and he was back home in Cameron. His pants were still around one ankle, and Jeff was still standing in front of him, completely naked. "Sensible Matty," Jeff said. "Always the one to think instead of act." Matt looked at his brother, trying to figure out where this was coming from. Jeff dropped to his knees on the soft grass of their backyard and immediately began to suck Matt's dick again. There was nothing Matt could do to stop him - it felt too good. He tried to justify their actions, tried to make sense of it, but his body was betraying him. He felt his balls tighten as Jeff's mouth worked its way up and down his erection. Wrong, so wrong, Matt's brain was echoing. But if it's so bad, why does it feel so good?

Matt's mind went blank and he saw stars. The intensity of his orgasm surprised him. But, what surprised him even more was when Jeff raised up, licking his lips. He leaned in and kissed Matt, plunging his tongue into Matt's mouth. Matt tasted his cum in his brother's mouth and knew what heaven was. Jeff pulled back and smiled.

"Remember "Cinderella", Matt?", Jeff said. Matt nodded. "A dream is a wish your heart makes." With those words, Jeff faded into a rainbow colored mist and disappeared. Matt reached out for him, calling Jeff back, but his brother was gone.

"I'm right here, Matt," Jeff said, gently shaking his brother. Matt sat up quickly and looked around, confused. Jeff was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at Matt intently. "It's okay, Matt, I'm here. What were you dreaming about?"

Matt shook his head. "Huh?" he said. Jeff felt his forehead, then said, "you were dreaming again, like you were at the arena. Was it a nightmare?" Once again, Matt wondered if he was talking in his sleep. "I, uh, I don't know what I was dreaming about, Jeff," Matt replied. "I don't remember." Jeff nodded. "You were calling my name, telling me to come back. I though maybe you were having a bad dream." Matt smiled at him weakly. The look of concern on Jeff's face made Matt's heart melt. "I gotta go to the bathroom," Matt said. Jeff moved and let him get up off the bed. Matt closed the door and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed. After relieving himself, he splashed water on his face and looked at his reflection. "Get a grip on yourself, man," he said.

Jeff was still sitting on his bed when he returned. "Ya know, Matt," Jeff said, "a dream is just a wish your heart makes." Matt stopped in his tracks and looked at his brother. "What did you say?" he asked. Jeff smiled at him. "I watched "Cinderella" the other day, and that's what she says to the mice in the beginning of the movie. When she was telling them her dream about a prince. A dream is just a wish your heart makes. I didn't mean nothin' by it, Matt. Just thought that maybe your heart was wishing for something you think you can't get." Matt felt the color drain from his face. Damn you, Jeff, he thought. You always have a way of reading my mind, don't ya?

Jeff stood up and walked over to his bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he went. Matt stared at Jeff's back, knowing what was next, dreading and anticipating it at the same time. He slowly sank down onto the mattress as Jeff unbuckled his belt. The leopard print pants were stretched tight across Jeff's ass, so he had to wriggle a bit to get them down. Matt breathed deep, trying to control his pounding heart. What the hell am I doing? Matt thought to himself. Maybe I should see the doctor tomorrow. I think the fever is making me crazy. When Jeff had removed his pants, he turned to look at Matt. His brother's face was flushed and he was breathing rapidly. Jeff's brow wrinkled in concern as he walked to the bed where Matt was sitting. He reached down and placed his cool hand on Matt's forehead.

"You're burning up again," he said. Matt scowled at him and tried to shake Jeff's hand off his forehead. "Maybe you should see the doctor tomorrow." How does he do that? "Ya know, Matt, having a high fever can make you think you're losing your mind." Jeff bounced across the room to his bed and pulled down the covers. As he slid under them, he looked back at Matt, who was staring at his younger brother. "Night, Matty," Jeff said. "Get some sleep, k?" Matt turned the bedside lamp off and lay down. He stole another glance across the room at Jeff, then drifted off into a troubled sleep.

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