A/N: This story is co-written with RockyGirl19. I would like to thank all of my readers who enjoyed my previous works. I hope you guys enjoy this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter One

So, there he stood in front of door numbered 769. Alex did not know why he was there. It was just stupid. Why would someone like him ask Alex of all people to his room? But there he was, hands in his pocket, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and staring at the numbers. His mind went back to earlier in the evening.

A few hours ago...

Alex and the Miz make it backstage after the Miz's win at WrestleMania. Mike had the title clutched to his chest. The men helped each other to the Miz's locker room and collapsed onto the couch with smiles plastered on their faces.

"I can't believe this," Alex finally said. "I can't believe what the Rock just did."

Mike slowly nodded. He tried to get up but fell back within the cushions.

"Are you okay, Mike?" Concern etched into the young man's face.

"I-I'm fine," Mike breathed.

A knock came at the door and Alex went to answer. Wade stood, leaning on the door-frame with a grin on his face.

"Where's my champ?" the Brit asked.

Alex stepped aside to let Wade pass.

The Brit made his way to Mike and kissed him on top of his head.

"Hey, sweetie," Mike lowly replied.

"I'm so proud of you," Wade said.

"Thank you."

"I'm going to leave you two alone," Alex said as he retrieved his gym bag. "Mike, you sure you're okay?"

Mike nodded slowly.

Wade looked to Alex and said, "I'll look after him." He gave the blond a smile.

Alex nodded and slipped out. He made his way to the main locker room to shower and change. There were some wrestlers left either showering, changing, or talking with each other.

"Hey, Alex," Morrison greeted.

"What's up?" Ron aka R-Truth greeted as he put his shirt on.

"Hi, guys," Alex said.

"What are you doing here?" Morrison questioned.

"Letting the two love birds have their alone time," he answered.

Ron snickered.

"Hey, some of the guys and Divas are going out tonight if you care to join us," Morrison offered.

"That'd be good," Alex replied. "But...uh, what about Mark?"

"I talked to him. He's cranky," Morrison replied with a roll of his eyes. "I'll see him tomorrow."

Alex nodded knowing that it's a best course of action to steer clear of a cranky Undertaker. "Where are we going?"

"We're hitting a few places like Insomnia, Masquerade, Primal, Fever..." Ron listed.

"Cool, I'll text you guys after I get ready."

The two nodded and left the blond alone. Alex grabbed his things and headed for the shower. He set the temperature and stood underneath the raining warm water. He let the water pour over his head as he cleared his mind. Tonight was a great night. Mike was still champion and he was going to hang with some of his friends. He grabbed the soap and started to lather up. He began to bathe himself, enjoying the relaxing feel of his hands as he massaged some of his muscles.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he became rigid. He whirled around to see if anyone else was in the showers. He shook his head and the feeling of being watched went away. Alex rinsed off, dried himself, gathered his toiletries, and went back to the locker room. He quickly dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. The blond patted himself down, relieved to find that he still had the keys to the rental.

Alex's plan was to go back to the hotel and dress for tonight's adventure. He walked down the halls when he spotted Alberto Del Rio with Ricardo and Brodus; the three were in deep conversation. The blond stared at them for awhile.

Alberto looked up from his conversation and saw Alex. He smiled at him and winked causing the young man to blush. Alberto's two companions looked toward him as well. Alex quickly walked passed them and out of the building. He ran to his rental and steadied his breathing before driving back to the hotel.

Once there, Alex went through his wardrobe and picked out something that suited him: black slacks with a button-up red dress shirt that had black buttons, a black tie, a gray vest, and black dress shoes. He stared at himself in the mirror before texting Morrison. He looked at his messages and smiled when he read the location.

Alex quickly made his way there and spotted the guys at a table. They had a beer for him and he gladly took it. He scanned the club. Ted and Cody danced together almost fucking each other through their clothes, John and Randy talked with each other, and, the most curious of all couples, Evan sat in Glenn's lap just enjoying each other's company while they watched their friends. There were other couples, but his mind was occupied with one person. He sat in the corner, eyes on Alex.

"Dude, what's up?" Morrison asked. "You okay?"

Alex nodded and downed his beer. "I'm going to go dance."

The blond was out on the dance floor for two hours and some how he ended up sandwiched between Ted and Cody. He did not mind. He found the two to be very adorable and loved how they ground their hips against him. Alex had taken off his tie and vest during the course of the night. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned. He was enjoying himself. Someone grabbed him and he ended up dancing with Christian and Adam Copeland.

He could feel eyes staring at him and he searched the area but could not find anyone. He hitched his breathe when he felt Adam bite down on his collarbone. He smiled at the drunk man. Christian shook his head and apologized. Alex dismissed it and went back to the table for a drink.

A man walked by him and whispered in his ear. Alex gulped and stared after the man trying to make him out. The blond thought about the offer for a long moment even after the group moved to another nightclub.

Morrison studied him for a bit, "What's up?"

"Hey, that's my line," Ron stated.

Morrison rolled his eyes and stared at Alex.

"Someone made me an offer," Alex replied, glass to his lips.

"An offer?" Ron and Morrison asked.

Alex nodded. "To meet him at his room for...uh..."

"Oh," Morrison said. "Who was it?"

"I don't know."

"Then don't go," Ron stated.

"I have his room number. I can always ask the clerk," Alex replied.

"If they tell ya," Morrison said with Ron nodding.

"True." Alex was deep in thought for another thirty minutes before deciding to go for it. He threw some money down and made his way back to the hotel.

The blond went up to the clerk and asked her a question. She stared at him and he just smiled. She melted and looked up the information. He paled slightly and then blushed.

Now, there he stood in front of his door, deciding if he should knock or leave. Alex skirted his hand over his head before shaking it and turning away. The door opened and Alex stopped.

Alberto smiled at him. "I'm glad that you came."

Alex merely nodded and blushed deeply.

Alberto grabbed his wrist and led him inside before closing and locking the door behind them.