Marriage Beds
"Congratulations on winning again, Neville." Tyler's tone is petulant and Tyson is pretending it doesn't annoy him that Prince Pretty is hovering this close to the two of them. Not that he has a direct problem with Breeze; it's more that awful attitude of his that makes Tyson hate him. "But kiss that belt goodbye because I'm going to strip you of it with one kick to the face."
Adrian half-smiles, incorrigible as ever, and cocks his head in a way that makes a handful of dark curls spill over one shoulder. Even though he shouldn't, Tyson has the urge to reach out and brush those curls back into place. "If you can chase me up onto the top rope before I land the Red Arrow, then I'll even hold still while you kick me in the face. I promise."
Tyler pouts and stomps away, muttering about "fucking British twats" while Tyson gives into the urge and tucks Adrian's hair back behind his ear. To the unknowingly onlookers around them, the move might not seem much of anything but the simple fact is, the two of them have been more than friends for far too long. Tyson is married and should, logically, be keeping his hands to himself—especially when the discovery of an affair has all the makings to ruin the career Adrian Neville is trying to build. But there's talk of Adrian moving to the main roster soon and Tyson has become careless in his upset. Not that he's jealous. He wants Adrian to succeed as much as if not more so than all of the other NXT wrestlers combined, but he doesn't want to lose Adrian in the process and he will. Even if he did once manage to draw attention from the crowd, those days are over and he will not be making a move to the main roster for a long, long time.
"He's something, isn't he?" Adrian asks, nodding in Tyler's direction and Tyson nods without turning to see where the blond has gone or what he is doing. He's already more than a bit annoyed that Tyler flirted with Adrian earlier even if it was just in good fun because as far as he knows, Tyler has his eyes set elsewhere and flirt might as well be his middle name because he's natural that way. But still. Still. Tyson has every right to be annoyed. For the rest of the time Adrian is with them, Tyson is going to selfishly hoard him even if it tips off Natalya that the two of them are more than friends. He doesn't care anymore. Soon, he's going to be forced to let go of Adrian and as far as he's concerned, nothing about that is ever going to be fair.
The sudden quiet falling over them is a familiar one—there's a marked difference of years between them and they have very little in common beyond this little affair that has long since been brewing between them. Ironically, Tyson knows one day he will be laughing about the fact that Neville came up to him in the locker room to talk to him, impressed with his moves and wanting to just talk. How Tyson had thought it was all in good fun to hang out with one of the new guys and thought nothing of spending time with him until a few months ago when things changed for both of them. How they'd been the last two in the locker room, Tyson dragging because he nearly always does and Adrian dragging because Tyson thought the guy was just tired. Then Adrian had been pressed up against him, breath hot in his ear. Come home with me.
"This bar is incredibly boring." It's the first thing Tyson has said since they arrived and he pushes his beer away, not interested in finishing it. Usually, he only drinks when Adrian is not around. What does that say about me? "We should just get out of here. Celebrate elsewhere."
When Adrian stands, it's all smooth grace and flow and Tyson feels that familiar pang in his chest that he has to let this go sometime soon. Adrian will drop his title to someone else, probably Tyler, and then he'll be sent to the main roster. It's a scary and sobering thought. Scary in the sense that Adrian is leaving him and everyone else behind to move on to something bigger and better. Sobering in the sense that he has let this go on for far too long, clearly.
He pushes himself to his feet before he can let it get to him and heads for the door, Adrian falling in step beside him a breath of a moment later. If anyone notices them leaving the bar together, no one says anything about it and that is possibly the only thing Tyson has left. The fact no one is actually approaching them about what they are doing makes him think they've been careful.
As soon as they break through the crowd and leave the bar, though, Tyson stops being careful and catches Adrian's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as their fingers lace together in a familiar pattern. Adrian glances over at him and he's all pretty brown eyes and far too big ears and messy curls and just… He's perfect. If Tyson had met him before he'd met Natalya, he has no way to guarantee he still would have chosen her. Timing ruined everything for him and Adrian, and while he at least knows where the rest of his life will be spent, he has no idea what Adrian will do or who Adrian will be with once the two of them discontinue this tryst.
It's stupid how angry it makes him to think of Adrian with someone else. In someone else's arms. Kissing someone else, touching someone else. Being kissed and touched by someone else. But Tyson knew it was inevitable when they started this. He knew it was temporary and that the threat of them being caught was far too great for it to be anything but a fling between friends.
"Your place or mine?" Adrian asks, and Tyson mentally runs over that for a few minutes as they head for his car. As far as he knows, Natalya is staying the night with Charlotte; the two are good friends and always have been via their family's connection to each other. She won't be home tonight, then. No risk of her just walking in and discovering the two of them together.
"My place." Because I want you on my sheets as much as I can have you before it's too late.
Adrian nods, smoothing his tongue over his lower lip and just that makes things low in Tyson's body tighten in response. Tighten and tremble. "Your place it is, then. I like your cats."
It's strange to say it, Tyson thinks, but now that he thinks it over, the cats do like Adrian nearly as much as he likes them. Weird how Tyson never noticed before now. Weird how he never cared, too. But Louis, especially, has a fondness for the Brit he brings to his marriage bed.
They take Tyson's car as they always do, and the ride there is eerily quiet except for the tires on the road and the cars before them and behind them. Nothing is said, but nothing needs to be said. Instead, when they're maybe five miles away, Adrian's hand lands on Tyson's thigh and squeezes, the intent crystal clear and sinking so deep into Tyson's core it truly terrifies him.
Once inside, Tyson doesn't hesitate. He picks Adrian up at the entranceway, hands sliding beneath his thighs and lifting until Adrian's strong, athletic legs wrap tightly around his waist. Their lips fuse together almost instantly, Adrian's fingers dragging through Tyson's short hair until they lock together behind his neck. It's fine because Tyson doesn't need to see to carry Adrian into his room and spill him onto the duvet that his wife picked out for their bedroom.
Then his hands are on Adrian's bare skin and Natalya leaves his mind as if she'd never been.
Whoa what. Adrian/Tyson? Actually this has been in the mental works for a long time now. Damn Total Divas for making me adore Tyson Kidd far more than I ever thought I would, but he's just such a sweet goofball and his smart mouth always made my day.
So, this is part one of two of what I'm pretty sure is going to be a trilogy of two-shots for this lovely pairing.
Also look for, like, sideline Viktor/Konnor and sideline Enzo/Colin because I have no shame at all.
