When Raw Wraps
Welcome to my new chaptered fic! This story is not focused on one pairing but just a look at what happened backstage after this week's Raw went off air. What with DAT CAGE MATCH and the main event and all...
..also you're probably sick of him but Josh will be probably be gone from WWE shortly so I want to do a few last things with him before he inevitably gets released. This is technically a second sequel to Champs Choice only without the Josh focus this time.
Pairings are Centon, Jody/CoshRhews , Sheaniel at first but others will come (After all, Miz has got something going on with the Real Americans...). Same universe of course as Champs Choice and Joshing For Position, linked with the most recent one shots too. So in this universe Josh is an NXT wrestler (hence why hes not on WWE TV ;)).
Smut, comedy, fluff as per usual.
Raw had just gone off air. Randy Orton had been defeated in the main event by Daniel Bryan after one heck of a match from both.
John Cena, nursing an eye injury, was sat in gorilla position watching the show draw to a close. Even if he wasn't participating, as top guy and because Randy liked him to, he always watched Randy's matches from the sidelines. When he wasn't involved, that is.
He enjoyed Randy's matches with Daniel the most if he was honest. The two had electric chemistry out there and if John was honest, he could even see them dating. They'd be a cute couple. For the cocky Face Of The WWE, Randy was now pretty shy and adorable backstage these days and Daniel had no real ego.
As Kane chokeslammed the cute little Daniel to hell, John got to his feet as he heard footfalls through the curtain and out came Randy.
"Was that OK?" asked Randy.
"Why you asking me?" grinned John, "You know you killed it out there. Bryan once again pushed you to your limits. What is with the biting? Every time you go against him, you bite his thighs."
Randy blushed. OK, he had to admit it. John was his perfect man but he was nursing the teensiest crush on the company's most over guy since Stone Cold Steve Austin. Yes, Randy Orton, whose body could be used to model sculptures after, crushed on the petite, shaggy-haired, bearded indie circuit king. There was no mean bone in Bryan's body and he was so fucking talented.
"Randal Keith Orton, have you got a little crush?" teased John.
Randy felt like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or the kid who'd been walked in on looking at a porn site by a conservative parent.
"Yes Johnny," he mumbled, looking anywhere but at the teasing eyes and dimples of his long-term partner.
"Awwwww," grinned John, "It's OK...I just didn't picture little Bryan as someone you'd be into."
"But...I have you...and I'm looking at another guy," sighed Randy, "Sheamus would kick my ass and Brie would bitch slap me from one end of the arena to the other."
"Biting his thighs though Randal," chuckled John, "Not the most subtle way."
"He would never be into me anyway, even if I was single," Randy said, "You hate me now don't you?"
John had to admit he was a tiny bit jealous. But only a tiny bit. Randy was now scarlet. And John thought it was adorable.
"Why don't we go somewhere a bit quieter and talk about this, huh?" he said, "Away from prying ears.."
"You mean Cody might earwig?" huffed Randy.
"Exactly, he'll probably try and set you two up," grinned John.
"Johnny...I've cheated on you...in thought if not in deed," sighed Randy.
"I'm not mad!" John said, "I told you, it's adorable."
He casually removed his shirt.
Now Randy's eyes were raking him all over. Damn you Cena. Suddenly adorable bearded men were wiped from Randy's mind, replaced with X-rated thoughts of the hulking hunk stood in front of him. John just flashed the dimples at him. He spotted the tent in Randy's black trunks. Naughty.
John just grinned some more and casually made his way to the locker room. Randy caught up with him and took his hand. If the wrestling boot was on the other foot, and someone else was giving John the eye, then the Viper rage would kick in., NOBODY was allowed to touch John. Not on Randy's watch. Randy was angry at himself for developing a crush on his opponent tonight because it made him a hypocrite. But John was looking so fucking fine...and those khaki shorts (John's entire wardrobe was jorts or khaki shorts) clung to his big muscular ass.
And Stephanie and Hunter were just torturing Randy by making him face John yet again next week on Raw. Randy had been close to coming in his trunks in his match with Daniel for fuck';s sake...how would he cope against the love of his life? He was more hormonal these days than he was at sixteen. And John never looked better. Under the corridor lights, scratch marks were visible on John's back. Ooops. Lucky John couldn't compete tonight as he was a roadmap of Randy's orgasms from the last two days. When John had to stay out the ring...he took those frustrations out on Randy's ass. Not that Randy ever complained. Ever. Randy thought he couldn't walk this morning. Let alone work a main event match with the uber-talented Daniel Bryan.
He heard footsteps behind him.
"Look at the state of his back," came a teasing voice that made Randy';s heart beat, "Someone's a tiger in bed."
John chuckled and turned around.
"Trust you to notice Bryan," he grinned, "Yeah, this one needs special handling."
Randy was now suddenly finding his titles extremely ornate and pretty to look at. But...thoughts were flashing across his mind...him...John...Daniel...naked...in bed...writhing...sweat...damnit Orton, snap out of it.
"Yes he does...biter," smirked Daniel, "When he wasn't mounting me or fondling me. You sure you've been delivering in the bedroom Cena?"
"He woke me up last night...twice!" John smirked back.
"JOHNNY." Randy was now crimson in the face. John was fucking LOVING this.
"Was that a hickey I saw on Sheamus' neck?" John grinned to Daniel who looked bashful and nodded.
"Yep.." mumbled Daniel.
"I heard you gave him great birthday sex," John went on.
Randy scowled.
Daniel spotted this and grinned. That almost looked like...jealousy?
"Yeah I did," he said, "So good to have him back on the road...even if it's...secret. So does Randy bite your thighs as well in bed?"
"Nope," smirked John, "Oh will you look at the time...leave you to talk about your match boys..."
"Johnny...!" hissed Randy.
"Meet you on your tour bus Randal," John said, padding over and kissing the tanned younger man who returned it eagerly, possesive hand on John's ass, "Hey! Calm it. We have company."
Daniel just watched this. If only he could just make up his mind...this could be the kind of relationship he could have with his beloved Irishman.
"I'm commando under these trunks," hissed Randy to John.
John spanked him playfully.
"Behave!" he grinned, "Wait until we're on the bus!"
"Holding you to that Johnny," Randy hissed, eyes sparkling, "Love you.."
"Love you too trouble, now mush." John said before sauntering away.
"Don't let me stop you," Daniel said.
"No...no...it's cool...always got time for you," Randy said, smiling a little and blushing again. Daniel was cute and pretty. But he was off limits in many ways...
"So why do you bite me?" Daniel asked.
"Because...because...OK..(he was bright red and pacing now)...Bryan...I think you're cute," confessed Randy.
"What?!" Daniel was thrown. He had to be kidding. Randy fucking Orton just called him cute? No way. The guy was a bronzed God...most people would want a piece of him even if they didn't admit it. Even Cody still would to be honest.
"I do, Johnny rumbled me," sighed Randy, "You're pretty...you're talented, not an egomanical shit like me..and you've got an ass. Unlike me."
"I'm everything John isn't!" Daniel grinned, "I'm short...ungroomed...goat faced."
"Cody showed me the pcitures he took of you on Sheamus' birthday," Randy said, "You looked hot as fuck."
"I'm flattered...really I am," Daniel said, grinning, "But I'm not your type, Randy."
"I know," Randy said, "I love Johnny...really love him...he's hot..perfect...but..I can still get crushes."
"You're only human," Daniel said, "So have you fantasised about me?"
He was curious now. And this was a HUGE ego boost to the little man.
Randy nodded.
No way? Now Daniel was curious. Why not?
"In what way?" grinned Daniel.
"I...oh God...this is so fucking embarrassing," rumbled Randy, "I...wondered what it'd be like...to have you throw me down and fuck me...all that energy.."
"What?!"
Randy had fantasised about being TOPPED by the much smaller Daniel?
"Yeah, go on laugh!" Randy snapped.
"Randy...Randy..." chuckled Daniel, "Well..that's a turnup. I thought you'd be dreaming about tapping this.." He turned and wiggled his curvaceous butt.
"You're a bottom...so thats why its embarrassing," sighed Randy, "Wish my ass looked like yours."
"Wish I had thighs, abs and a chest like yours," hit back Daniel, "Nobody's perfect Randy. Go and see your man. I'm not interested in you...not in that way. You're hot as fuck but...I'm not into being top. And I love Shea. And Brie...look...no hard feelings hey?"
"It's OK...thank you for not hating me," Randy said.
"Not every day you find out Randy freaking Orton thinks youre hot!" Daniel said, "Maybe I'll invest in flat irons and cocoa butter now."
"Don't become Cody!" Randy smirked.
"Says the guy wanting to be taken up the ass by a short guy," hit back Daniel, "Go and see your muscle man. I bet he's lifting some weights in your bus...all sweaty...grunting..."
Daniel could see those thoughts flashing across Randy's mind and practically heard the moan leave the WWE World Heavyweight Champion's mouth. Damn Randy was still so thirsty for Cena. Daniel would definitely pay to see Randy and John fuck one time. But anyway...Sheamus was waiting. His own big muscle hunk.
Cody Rhodes was laying on a bed in the medical room, arm and knee bandaged. He'd taken a hard fall after that epic moonsault of the top of the cage but the eruption of cheers (especially all the male voices in that) had been so worth it. He knew damn well the only reason he and Dustin had been given that was so he could perform that spot. If his career ended tomorrow, that was one hell of a high note to leave on.
JBL had just text him, telling him that tomorrow in Des Moines they were shooting the next episode of JBL And Cole with Wade.
The dark match for Raw had been Cody's boyfriend of six months, announcer-turned-NXT wrestler Josh Mathews taking on Curt Hawkins. Cody was watching Randy and Daniel Bryan kill it out there.
The door to the medical room opened and in walked Josh, wearing black and gold ring attire (one of their AWOL friend Layla's final ones before she disappeared in shady circumstances, not replying to their texts or anything), hobbling a little on his braced knee.
"Hey," Josh said, "Hawkins trashed my knee earlier so the road agents told me to go and get it looked at. How's my wounded soldier?"
Cody shuffled up so Josh could sit next to him.
"Think I might have torn my medial collateral," Cody sighed, leaning on his older, shorter partner's toned chest.
"Worth it though, I marked like a bitch backstage," Josh said, "I hope they don';t depush you and Dustin...not now. I've been waiting for this match all week. And guess what, Hunter said I can now use mine..."
"About fucking time," Cody said, tracing heart shapes idly on Josh's chest, "Wish you did when Dustin and I came to tapings last week. Joshy...I'm gonna confess something...I've been harassing Hunter every day to let you moonsault again. Best moment of our one-on-one match...the day we got together."
He smiled adorably at the memories of that day. They'd had a match on Smackdown to work out their then-fury at one another and ended up finally getting together as a couple for the first time in their six-year-strong friendship. And Cody had put Josh over.
"Got some news too," Josh said, "Facing Bo again for the NXT title...in a 2 out of 3 falls match."
"Awesome!" squealed Cody, "When is this? I wanna come watch! Brandi gets to fucking announce and I'm not having that. Not when my Joshy is going to blow the roof off."
"Next week."
"I'm coming whether they like it or not," Cody announced, "I'll probbaly be out of action with this knee so might as well. Oooh...oohh...do they have a cage?!"
"I dunno...I don't think Full Sail is the right place for a steel cage match," Josh grinned, face glowing at how enthusiastic Cody, one of (in Josh's opinion) the top stars of WWE today, was about his own more modest ring career.
"Why not?" pouted Cody.
"THat's your moment I'll be shamelessly stealing," Josh chuckled, "Oh Coddles..you're too cute but don't let me take anything from you. You were fucking AWESOME tonight and I'm so proud...so was Dustin..so was your Dad. Brandi was fangirling as well...my phone was beeping off the wall backstage during that."
"Joshy...it would mean so much to me to watch you do that," Cody said, kissing his smaller, elder boyfriend on the lips, "Make NXT history. First steel cage match. And it'll elevate Bo too. Kid deserves it."
"The audience hate him, it's so unfair when his brother's one of the best on the main roster," agreed Josh, "I like him..he's a good guy. And love facing him."
"He sells the Layout like it murders him," Cody said, "You also have awesome matches with Sami Zayn."
"Sami carries me," Josh said, "He knocks my old ass out the ball park. Wasted down on NXT. I can't believe he's dating Adrian Neville...they hooked up before Christmas and didnt tell anyone until after Rumble."
"How's er..what's his name, the guy you turned heel on..the Brit who got Lay's knee injury," asked Cody.
"Oliver? Yeah he's fine, single..but fine...still a good friend," Josh said, "I'll see if they'll allow me to have a cage match. Bo would be up for that."
"You do that and I'm getting front row seats," Cody said, "Brandi still gets to be in the ring with you though. Bitch."
"That's your wife you're calling a bitch!" chuckled Josh.
"Beard," corrected Cody, "You're who's in my bed every night." He rolled over and straddled Josh, kissing him.
"Coddles...mind your knee," moaned Josh.
"Nobody else in here," grinned Cody, "You know you want to."
"Show goes off the air soon.."
"Well you'll just have to be quick won;t you?"
Josh sighed as Cody's nimble fingers unbuckled the gold belt of his black ring shorts and pulled them down his smooth slim legs.
"Mmm..." moaned Cody as he took Josh into his mouth hungrily, enjoying the moans the smaller man made as Cody sucked him off.
"Oohh...fuck Cody.." whimpered Josh.
"Fuck me at the hotel," Cody said, refusing to stop sucking. Josh's petite hips were snappin g up and down, fucking the pretty face attached to his dick. Cody was too damn good at head to be allowed. Josh never thought he'd happily settle into being permanent top in a relationship but it was fucking CODY...who despite being stupidly well endowed was a strict power bottom. Some sacrifices had to be made and Cody did top on Josh's 33rd birthday in November as a treat.
Randy opened the door of his tour bus, itching to put his feet up and kick back, ready for Smackdown tomorrow in Iowa. He could hear mannish grunts from inside.
Mind racing with all sorts of unfounded thoughts about ring rats and so forth, the WWE World Heavyweight Champion stomped inside...only to see John with two huge bar bells, curling his biceps...the veins popping and looking sweaty..just like Daniel had teasingly said it would be. Damnit Cena...Randy was like a teenage girl all over again. He was so strong...so powerful...Orton calm those hormones.
"Oh...hey," grinned John, "So how was he? Better than me?"
"Johnny..."
He knew John was teasing him but he was still embarrassed. His boyfriend of 12 years was ripping him for crushing on a small guy. John should be jealous and kicking his damn ass to the kerb for not appreciating him enough! Not making fun of him!
John placed the barbells in the corner and padded over to Randy. MMm...that tight grey tee just clung to every bulging muscle on the older man.
"Relax...you know I'm only playing with you," John said, heaving the six foot Randy and picking him up bridal style with an alarming amount of ease. But then John could carry 400 pounds across his shoulders so Randy was nothing by comparison.
"Play with me in the way I like then Cena," growled Randy.
John spanked him playfully and lifted him onto his shoulders into the AA position. Randy didn't even bother fighting out. Tonight was going to be good. Even with an injury, John will take care of...all his needs.
Sheamus just howled with laughter when Daniel told him what he'd found out tonight.
"Awww," he chuckled, "Randy fancies you! Oh I'm going to enjoy this."
"Shea, don't!" Daniel complained.
"Why? It's not often I get to tease Randy about stuff," grinned Sheamus.
"He gets enough flak from Cody," Daniel said.
"Even better!" beamed Sheamus, "Damn I've missed the good times here. John boy never said anything when we met for beers last night."
"Cos he didn't know until today," Daniel sighed, undressing. Brie and Nikki were rooming together so he was taking advantage of that. He wasn't appreciating Sheamus taking the mickey instead of taking him. He crawled onto Sheamus, causing the redhaired Irishman to stumble back onto the bed.
"Easy tiger," smirked Sheamus, as Daniel unzipped his jeans.
"I'm not interested in Randy," Daniel said, pecking Sheamus, "I've got enough to worry about without someone else wanting me."
"Oh such first world problems," Sheamus teased, "Must be so hard being pretty."
He patted Daniel on the head. The little man just fixed him with an attempt at a scowl but it only served to make him look even more like a miniature schnauzer.
"Don't patronise me Shea," he complained, "You're still in the doghouse, remember?"
"I grew my beard back," chuckled Sheamus.
"Only just, I made an exception for your birthday," pouted Daniel, climbing off Sheamus and folding his arms, well and truly sulking.
"They picked the right person for Total Divas, you're a bigger diva than Brie," joked Sheamus.
"Not funny, Shea."
Daniel got to his feet and stomped towards the door. Wonder if Cody was willing to two up because he wasn't in the mood for Sheamus' jokes right now. He was mad at Sheamus. First for taking the piss out of him and then for mentioning Brie, knowing that Daniel's two timing was a sore point.
"Bryan, c'mon, I was only kidding..."
The door slammed.
Sheamus sighed and lay back on the bed. Him and his big mouth again. Once again Daniel had sent him to Coventry for running it when he really shouldn't.
A short opening but wanted to get this up before tonight's Raw went on air! There'll be other pairings in this but just wanted to set some threads up now. Awww even big bad Randy gets schoolboy crushes every now and then and let's face it, the chemistry between him and little DB is electric in the ring. What with seeing Sheamus and being engaged to Brie, it's getting to the Should-Be Face Of WWE.
We'll hear from Mizzy and the Real Americans in chapter two :)
And on the Jody side, it's obvious where that's headed. No strenous activity for Coddles though for a while..
So yeah. I said I would end it..but...I couldn't resist. Chaptered fics have lured me in.