Joshing For Position.
I'm back! Welcome to my newest fic. I learned valuable lessons with NWO and I'll admit it wasn't my best so I hope you enjoy this one!
Official sequel to A Champ's Choice – yeah I know, I couldn't keep away, could I? I love writing this universe and already stepped back in once. This is linked to 'Shameful Things' so read that first if you haven't already.
This is a touch more AU than before, you'll see why once we get going. Not the most eventful opening but CC was never constant action, was it? I want to move away from the frantic drama of N.W.O. By the way, if you're unfamiliar with him, google image Richie Steamboat. Or watch old FCW eps or the new NXT format. It will help, trust me!
Disclaimer: Didn't happen…don't own. All characters based upon people from WWE.
May be lots of Twitter references too…
Sit back, and enjoy :D
"So you've read the contract, Lomberger?" asked Triple H.
The small announcer nodded eagerly, unable to stop the enormous grin from forming on his face.
"Your media appearance did wonders for BA Star in Georgia last month," the Game went on, "And your most recent match received rave reviews. Welcome to the main roster."
Josh modestly agreed in his head before shaking the formidable man's hand. His most recent match at WWE's developmental territory, FCW had indeed earned high praise, for bringing a slight lucha libre style to his move-set. He'd already had plenty of experience, having done backyard, XFW (Jimmy Hart's shortlived promotion), Tough Enough, obviously so nobody could accuse him of ever being green. Plus he'd worked dark matches for the majority of 2011 and early 2012, on top of having a match with Michael Cole at Capitol Punishment in June last year.
"What about some the young up-comers?" he asked, "I don't want anybody to think I've stolen their spots."
"Don't you worry about them, what matters is what's good for business," Hunter said smartly, "You're a known name, over with the fans as a spunky babyface. That stuff with Lesnar beating your ass got some awesome heat – and – yes I went there – got you number one trend worldwide. I don't normally dig cruiserweights but you've got passion, and I can you're more reliable than the likes of Bourne – by the way, that doesn't leave this room – so go ahead, kid, sign."
Josh skim read the contract one more time, and took the biro. And signed his name.
Josh Mathews, WWE Superstar.
"All we need you to do now, is some photos for the website in your ring attires," Hunter said, "And then, well, the ball's yours, kid. Obviously we expect you to fully maintain your fitness, cardio, plus your mental and physical well-being at all times, and you need to back here tomorrow morning for a full medical examination to make sure you are ring-ready. Taking a big chance on you, kiddo."
Josh shook the suited, ponytailed blonde wrestler's hand once more before getting to his feet and padding out of the office into the corridor, where a younger, taller man with collar-length dark brown hair was waiting for him. Richie Steamboat. Son of the Hall Of Famer and Josh's long-term partner – four months and counting.
"How did it go?" asked Richie.
Josh just beamed at him, waving his new contract.
"Never better," he said, "Need to get my stuff out the car, got some promo shots to do before we go."
"Sure, baby," Richie said.
Josh's contract was simple – full time wrestler. His previous one was commentary/interviewer with occasional ring performances. But now he was a fully-fledged wrestler. One clause in the contract, though, stated that he was still to commentate if another announcer couldn't appear, kayfabe or otherwise. But apart from that – no more suits and a lot more trunks!
The boys made their way to the rental, Josh taking his bag from the boot and lugging it back inside, towards a room that had been set up for photographs.
"Let me help you, baby," Richie said, grinning as they found a mens' room for him to change in.
"Like you needed to ask," Josh smiled back, leaning for a kiss. He was still so in love with this guy. Even after what happened at the Pride parade last month!
Josh began to remove his crisp white V-neck t-shirt, Richie eyeing up that delicious little body. Even though Josh was getting very ripped, he was still maintaining his lithe build and he just looked fantastic. Richie would only too happily oblige helping him remove his pants…..Josh smirked at his beau while he unbuttoned his navy stonewash jeans, exposing his brief-clad ass. He pulled on the bright blue trunks with the thick white belt, fastening it, making sure the infinity symbol was dead centre.
"You didn't have to wrestle in pants at all," Richie remarked as Josh slid some white Nike shoes on before sliding blue and white kickpads over the top, along with a silver and black knee brace on his left leg. He didn't need it really but he wasn't in his first flush of youth at 31 and plus it looked more badass. He finished the look with a blue and white sleeve, bearing 'JOSHY' in black script, studded with diamante crystals. Yep, this was Layla's gear. Well she had it made for him when she had her blue and white gear made up.
Josh finished the look with a black elbow pad on his other arm, just above his sleeve tattoo.
"So hot," Richie commented, "You're so beautiful."
"Shush," Josh mumbled, blushing. He'd borrowed Layla's red ad silver attires for the Pride parade and felt exposed then…..even with Richie texting him compliments all day. "I should cover up."
"No!" Richie said, "Baby, it's cute that you say you're my property and respect my wishes and all that, but we've been through this already - I'm not some Neanderthal asshole who'll get jealous….I'm not Miz, OK? You can be out there dressed as Big Dick Johnson and I won't mind!"
"I know," sighed Josh, remembering just how jealous and possessive his ex had been about him wearing tiny shorts to the ring, "I just don't want haters bringing up my old reputation or stuff like that. I'm not the boy toy anymore. Never will be again."
Richie silenced him with an embrace, nuzzling him, Josh appreciating the smoothness of his chin. Richie's hair was still long (he wasn't budging on that one, no matter how persuasive Josh could be!) but he tied it up for wrestling rather than slicking it back. Josh reached up and stroked the long dark locks behind the golden ear before kissing that handsome, slightly Oriental-featured face. Spit of his Dad.
"Love you," Josh murmured.
"Love you too," Richie whispered back, "Now shoo. Go get your mugshots done before I bend you over that sink!"
"Mood killer!" pouted Josh. Richie just smirked at him.
"You know you want it," he chuckled, spanking Josh's blue-clad ass mischievously…the shorts were very…fitted. Every curve was shown to perfection. Damn you Layla El. Richie also had the video of Josh and Cody Rhodes drunkenly kissing at the gay pride parade saved on his phone, Netbook and iPad….because that was just so hot. What made it even better (and took any ounce of jealousy away) was seeing DiBiase egging them on in the background….
Josh struck three poses, one very much of the 'Shoot Wrestling' variety, and two smiling at the camera, making sure to hold himself at just the right angle so his petite yet powerful figure was really evident. He really had to look convincing as a cruiserweight wrestler and not just an announcer playing dress-up in (Diva) wrestling attire.
He was glad his best friend, (who was busy doing media work in Turkey at the minute) wasn't here to annoy him during this.
Once the shoot was over, he padded over to Richie.
"About time," the young man said, a lascivious smile on his gorgeous face. He grabbed Josh's ass possessively before pulling him into another kiss. Josh enjoyed it when Richie was the alpha male in their relationship…..and he also knew he was the one who'd had the honour of deflowering Richie's booty. That night was embossed on the tiny man's brain forever. The look of sheer pleasure in Richie's eyes….it was the same night Richie had first said 'I love you'….so it was special all round.
Josh could feel Richie's hardon through his designer jeans.
"Not here," he whispered.
"We better head back to the hotel then, Mister," Richie purred, "I want that ass. Right now."
"Patience is a virtue most rewards, Richard," Josh teased, breaking away and bending down to reach for his bag, wiggling his pert bottom as he did so. He padded back towards the bathroom to change back into his regular clothes – in a locked toilet cubicle to really annoy Richie – before appearing not on the jeans he'd worn here, but his workout shorts. Which Richie had bought for him a few weeks back (and fucked him in them the same day) not to help him exercise better, but because his round, bubble butt filled them out very nicely.
As time went on, Richie had become more and more comfortable in his first relationship with another man. Josh had several little fem ways about him, but was all man when it counted. Richie knew that Josh made him happy, and that was all that counted. He also got a sense of pride knowing that he'd finally tamed the beast – reigned in the slut, as it were, and got Josh's full commitment. Apart from the booze-soaked snog with Cody at the parade, Josh had never even commented on another man's handsomeness in front of Richie. Because he'd found his perfect guy, long hair and all.
Richie was drooling when Josh entered the corridor, bag casually slung over his shoulder and his tanned, muscled yet slim legs winking in the harsh ceiling lights of Titan Towers. Damn you. Little hoe. You were so going to get it later!
"Felt a bit hot," Josh said innocently.
"Did you now?" Richie grinned, spanking Josh's ass once more.
"Take it easy,I'm an old man, remember," smirked Josh.
He liked teasing Richie about their seven-year age difference.
"Old men don't look as hot as you," Richie returned, "Give me one good reason why I don't rip those off and pound you right here and now?"
"Because this is the corporate HQ and I don't want to be fired for indecency?" Josh said.
"Good point!"
Josh took Richie's hand and led him through the various corridors and eventually out of the corporate building into the parking lot. After locating their rental and reloading the bag in the boot, Josh took his place in the passenger seat, crossing one leg teasingly over the other, and opened up Twitter.
CodyRhodesWWE: SmackDown/RAW now on dsmart...one last series of interviews and then its time to leave Turkey. Nearly fell in..
It came with a twitpic of his bestie, stood (wearing a pair of jeans Josh clearly recognised as Ted's – they were a touch baggy on him!) on a beach by a stunningly azure ocean. Lucky fucker. He looked so relaxed and happy.
He tapped a response.
Lomberger80: D CodyRhodesWWE surprised u didn't, u big clumsy oaf :P hope u brought me a nice souvenir back :P Jxxx
He and Cody often bantered via DM's on Twitter,(even though Josh used his personal account instead of his work one to speak with Cody on there) to avoid fans bothering him. If they saw his frequent tweets to Cody they might ask questions.
New Direct Message!
CodyRhodes WWE: D Lomberger80 Just why would I do that? Besides got a case full of stuff for Teddy….so can your whining…bitch :P :P How was the signing? X
Lomberger80: D CodyRhodesWWE when can u get on Skype? Tell u then Jxxx
CodyRhodes WWE: D Lomberger80 Tonight. Talk to you then X
When Cody got back to his five star Turkish hotel room that night, he knew he was in demand even after he'd stopped doing his required media work for the day. One more series of interviews tomorrow and then he was back on a plane. He peeled off his (Ted's) jeans and his bright blue v-neck and flopped his sculpted form onto the bed, sighing with relief. He picked up the bag of goods he'd bought from the souk he'd visited during his free time today, mainly buying shit for Ted. Naturally, when in Turkey…he looked over the three boxes of lokum he'd bought for Teddy, Joshy and Lay...of course the largest box was for Ted. A nice pretty shawl for Lay and another beaded necklace for Joshy. If he said so himself, he was a damn good buddy. Buying his best friend's gifts when on what was basically a business trip.
Of course he'd treated himself as well and pulled open the box of half-eaten lokum he'd reserved himself. Anyway…he set up his iPad and opened up Skype. Yay.
Online:
Ted DiBiase
Josh A. Lomberger
The fiancé or the bestie? Easy choice. He clicked the appropriate green icon and the distinctive dialling sound split the air.
"Hello trouble," came that unctuous southern drawl.
"Hey Teddy," Cody replied, flicking on his video and shooting his most charming smile at the pinhole camera lens. Ted smiled in return. A new visor, noted Cody….but Ted was shirtless so that made up for it. The ravenette was more focussed on those pecs and abs than the silly headgear.
"How was your day?"
Cody popped a soft pink, powder-coated cube into his mouth as he told Ted about the interviews and promo work for WWE he'd been doing. Ted doing his best to sound interested but he wasn't bothered really. As long as he could listen to his baby boy (he was going NUTS still stuck at home with his healing ankle) he was happy. Maybe the time off really had turned him soft. He just lay on his large (empty) bed, stroking a very contented Riggs' stomach mindlessly as he watched Cody try to munch on Turkish delight squares down the speakers and not talk with his gob full.
"You'll be sick, baby boy," he teased as Cody continued to eat the exotic sweetmeats. Cody flipped him off thousands of miles away before wriggling into a new position as his leg was starting to go to sleep.
He huffed adorably and waited for the sensation in his dead leg to evaporate. The position he was sat in was showing off all his best assets (his sculpted torso, statuesque legs and perfect behind) to the camera and he didn't realise. Ted did….and was starting get hard. Dat ASS in those black boxer briefs…..those were the ones Josh bought him if Ted remembered correctly.
Cody could feel his leg gradually returning to normal and shifted his position accordingly.
"You look so hot there, baby boy," Ted drawled confidently, "Riggs….up….c'mon boy…" He gave the snoozing lab a gentle shove….the animal growling at being disturbed and leaping off the bed, his paws askew. He padded out of his master's room and tootled down the stairs. Ted hobbled over and shut the door so his beloved pet wouldn't disturb him. He began to remove his three-quarter shorts and boxers before casually gliding back onto the bed, fully naked. He could see Cody's eyes widen initially before a very naughty smile crossed that lovely face. Cody most definitely approved. The parade (and their little romp beside the pond) was a fortnight ago at least and Cody was already craving that body.
"Care to join me, Coddles?" Ted said….even over thousands of miles, in a different time zone and across an ocean….Ted's VOICE still went straight to Cody's dick. He ripped his boxer-briefs off and rolled over so Ted could get a good look at his hard cock. He began to idly stroke his hard length, eyes fixed on the camera as he did so, reaching out and moving the iPad further away so Ted could see ALL of him.
Ted was so horny – the sight of his lover all laid out like some dark-haired Greek Adonis, casually playing with his pretty impressively-sized dick was driving him up the wall…how he wished he was out in Turkey right now, ravishing that body like it deserved….drinking in Cody's scent and kissing those soft lips…..moving down to his swanlike neck…
"Miss you Teddy…..want you here…in my bed with me…" Cody purred seductively, stroking his cock more and more, "Mmm…Teddy…"
"Been doing some…thinking," Ted moaned, "I want you…inside me when I next see you…..fucking me Cody….oh yeaaah…."
His late-night fantasies had taken on a more submissive turn since Pride and he was exploring a new aspect of his sexuality….to be Cody's bitch…every time he saw Cody's matches on TV or pictures from live events, and seeing just how big Cody had gotten, muscle-wise…..he was starting to see his beau in a new light. Cody was hardly his baby boy really as he was bulkier than Ted. The blonde shifted his position a little, spreading his legs so his big ass was more visible, and slipped a finger into his mouth before travelling further south and pushing it inside his opening.
Cody nearly came. Oh. My. God. Slutty bottom!Ted? Fingering himself on cam? He could honestly think of nothing hornier right now than that. He'd enjoyed the few times they'd switched in bed very much even though he preferred bottoming to that gorgeous blonde hunk of a man, he was more than happy to fuck that big, fat booty. He was fisting his cock frantically…..it was no use….the vivid mental picture of Ted bent over as he, Cody ravished that fine ass was too much…he growled and grunted before exploding all up his toned abs.
Ted kept fingerfucking himself as he continued to watch Cody, eyes lidded, chest heaving in and out as he jerked his cock hard….before shooting huge amounts of semen up his perfect body…..he knew his boy was a very…..prolific…..jizzer….(thanks for that term, Josh…not!) but from that load, he could tell Cody was feeling a touch frustrated at not being by Ted's side. He found his own prostate and began to prod it….soon he too let out a guttural growl as he tipped himself right over the edge.
Ted wondered if he should tell his baby boy about the recent….experiments he'd been performing on himself…
Little Josh, in a hotel room in Stamford, Connecticuit early the next morning (due to the time gap between the US and the Middle East) was listening with interest as Cody updated him on his and Ted's relationship. Richie was out of it beside him – the second-generation developmental/ now-NXT wrestler was such a heavy sleeper but all the same, Josh made sure he whispered and kept the laptop volume down.
"Ted actually fingered his ass on cam?" he said, in definite shock.
"Yeah….Oh Joshy…..it was so hot….do you not find that hot as fuck?" Cody persisted.
"Yeah," admitted Josh, "That a good ol' boy like Teddy is coaxing out his inner pussyboy….we're indoctrinating him!"
"He better not end up like Mary," Cody huffed, "You can be a bottom and not be dirty, raving queen, you know."
"I know, I've slept with Charlie Haas, remember," Josh said.
Cody glowered at him through the screen and Josh realised he'd been a bit tactless.
"Smart move, bringing that up when your guy is sleeping beside you," Cody snapped.
"Sorry," Josh said.
"Not me you should be saying it too if he heard," Cody said, "When are you going to give him the full rundown instead of the highlight reels? Anyway, how did the contract signing go? Can't believe it took me this long, I'm an asshole!"
"No you're not, you're excited because you've had a good talk with your man," Josh chuckled, "SO yeah….say hello to the newest light heavyweight."
"Joshy, you're 160 pounds and your finisher is a moonsault, you are a cruiserweight, no bigger than your average Ryback jobber!"
"Thanks a lot…bitch," Josh pouted.
"I tell you who did look like you, that twinkish one on Raw last week….what was he called…Stan Stansky!" teased Cody, "Ugh….I bet Orton and Cena were all over him like measles after the show…..dirty old pervs."
"Will anything get you to stop hating on them for double-fucking me almost 2 years ago?" sighed Josh, "Even Richie doesn't bash them."
Cody shovelled more cornflour-dusted lokum into his mouth before he spoke again.
"What is that shit you're eating?" asked Josh, realising that trying to get his friend to change his mind on that matter was utterly futile.
"Mkkmmff," Cody replied, mouth full once again. His man points may have taken a tumble what with eating rose-flavoured sweets but this was the best shit ever…which might explain why last night he struggled to sleep due to the major amounts of sugar in his blood. So during a break between this morning's final series of interviews, he'd managed to stop and pick some more of that stuff up, an extra-large box this time. He vowed to make Istanbul the next place he and Teddy went on vacation – awesome beaches and enough street food to keep Ted's perpetual hunger sated. Controversial, he knew, being a proud American and wanting to travel to the Middle East. Obviously he and Teddy couldn't be themselves but he would cope with that. He wanted to stay and chat to Joshy a bit longer but he knew his flight left soon.
"In English?" Josh said.
"Lokum," Cody replied, "Turkish Delight."
"Ohh….blech, that stuff tastes like flowers. When does your flight leave anyway?" Josh gave a huge yawn.
"In two hours," Cody said, checking the time on his iPad, "Joshy….I gotta go….see you at the next house show then!"
"We'll make it a date, bitch," Josh replied, "Have a good flight, love ya, bye."
"Bye bye."
Richie made an adorable grizzling sound as Josh's voice woke him up – the little man had forgotten to keep it down. The young man sat up, his long black hair tousled and falling in his face.
"Whatthefuckman," he groaned, shielding his eyes from the light of the laptop, "Joshy….whacthoo doin..?"
"Sorry," Josh said, mentally kicking himself, "Talking to Coddles…didn't mean to wake you up…..let me make it up to you."
The little minx pounced and pinned Richie to the bed, his lips gently devouring Richie's, trying to show he was sorry. His hand instantly travelled downwards between those thick, golden thighs and he found Richie's morning wood. Richie moaned appreciatively as Josh's dextrous little fingers began to caress the length of cock….Richie whimpering into his mouth at the contact. Richie still seemed to be horny all the time – but then again he was a bright young thing at just 24 and still with plenty of sexual stamina…Josh had worn briefs while he chatted to Cody (not that Cody could see much besides his head and shoulders anyway in the dark) but he shucked them off immediately, grinding their hard, sculpted bodies together, Richie's hands travelling down and grabbing Josh's ass cheeks…mmm….so smooth…..and soft….Josh had such an incredible bum….Richie liked grabbing it when Josh fucked him. And he liked spanking it when he fucked Josh. He thrust upwards, hinting to Josh what he wanted.
Josh already was planning to fuck Richie – picturing Ted fingering himself had turned him on a little. Richie, even with his longer hair was still pretty manly compared to the more feminine Josh and that's what made topping him all the more appealing. Richie reached and flicked on the light. That was better. Now he could see his beautiful man. He wriggled out from underneath Josh and crawled to the middle of the bed, moving the laptop to the floor. Well the hotel WOULD put a mirror right in front of the bed. Richie checked his reflection out….he needed to shave and his hair looked like crap but he was getting hornier by the minute…he wanted to watch himself submit to Josh – it was a kink both men shared – watching themselves fuck, considering they'd already made a personal sex video before Mania and all. But Richie wanted to be taken from behind…and watch himself get well and truly nailed. Josh was fiddling inside their bedside drawer, locating the lube.
"No rubbers left," he said.
"Just hurry the fuck up, man and do me," Richie groaned, leaning forward even more, pushing his ass towards Josh impatiently.
"Patience, patience," Josh teased, slicking his fingers with lube. When they got back from Titan Towers, they'd spent the ENTIRE evening in bed….oh, apart from a bath obviously. And ordering dinner from room service….perhaps eating fruit salad off Josh's torso hadn't been the best idea but it got them both off. Josh had gone to sleep very satisfied and with a well-fucked ass….
Richie watched Josh line up, his pretty face scrunched in concentration…before gasping at the now-familiar intrusion…..he would never forget losing his ass-virginity as long as he'd live…..it had hurt like fuck but was SO worth it. Josh drove right in pretty quickly…..Richie letting out a gasp, eyes wide, as his prostate was sharply stabbed. Josh began to urgently build a rhythm, knowing it was going to be a quickie…he was already feeling it boiling up inside of him….he angled his body so he could REALLY pound Richie….he loved it when he could make Richie have a proper anal orgasm…..the young man went batshit crazy and Josh loved it. Happened so rarely but when it did….it was the best thing in the world. Watching his man totally lose himself in ecstasy.
Richie was alternating between loud cries and deep, masculine grunts as he watched himself get well and truly serviced by his beau…he leaned up and began to thrust backwards…having really got off on it when Josh did this during sex…..Josh raised his hand and brought it down onto the golden globe of flesh. Hard.
"Ohh yeahh…" growled Richie.
Even when being fucked he was such a MAN…..Woof.
"Roll over," Josh panted, "On your back."
He pulled out sharply. Richie eagerly did so, laying back and watching himself raise his golden, slightly hairy legs. He looked like such a slut right now. Josh slipped back into place and leaned forward, bending Richie in half and really going for it now, the bed groaning in protest….Richie fighting the urge to fist his cock….oooh…..oohh….he could feel it….his legs were weakening, his insides were boiling over…..his skin alight….
He let out a deep, hoarse bellow as he finally came undone….not that Josh wasn't AWESOME at sex but watching himself certainly was a catalyst….even when topping Josh usually came first. And he'd not touched himself.
He was still high as Josh started to fuck like a jackrabbit, trying to get himself off before Richie 'came down'…..oh yes….…yes…yes…..he cried out as he drove deep into Richie one last time, erupting hard, filling him with his release.
He quickly pulled out and collapsed beside his man, legs like jelly. Richie still in the same position. Josh knew from his own experience that Richie won't be able to move for several minutes. He leaned over to kiss him.
"I love you," Richie murmured, eyes wet. It had been very intense for him.
"Love you too," Josh replied, melting into the embrace, letting those big, golden, muscled arms encase him.
Just a pretty low-key introduction back into this world. Expect more shenanigans as we muddle through the summer and Josh's foray into the midcard scene….he doesn't know it yet but he's got a big feud coming.
There'll be banter, smut, fun, drama, obviously lotsa' wrestling and much more so please stick around and enjoy :D xxx