"Are you really sure you don't wanna be my partner?" Allen asks as he leans against the open door frame to Baron Corbin's locker room, eyeing the very tall man incredulously. His new WWE World title is slung over his shoulder and his arms are crossed over his chest. While Allen might've lost his match to Dean and John tonight, he puts most of that on Miz – Miz wasn't nearly on the same level as all three of them. Well, Allen was the highest level, of course, but Dean and John were up there too... he supposes.
Baron raises his eyebrows and turns his attention towards the pretty redneck by his open door, leaning up from his bag. He had just took off his vest and was ready to put on his shirt but it looks like he has different matters to attend to. Namely getting rid of this kid.
"Like I said, Styles, I'd rather be your opponent. It's nothing personal. I just wanna focus on myself. No sense in letting anybody get in the way of my road to the top."
Baron never really liked people anyways. They were always so judgmental and always had a hidden agenda. However, he's willing to ignore this for a nice sum of cash but then that depends on the person offering it... he's kind of a complex guy. Anyways, he actually likes Allen a lot, maybe even finds him kind of attractive but he doesn't want any distractions.
Allen chuckles lowly and rubs his hands together as he walks into Baron's locker room, eyeing the lone wolf with a new glint in his eyes.
"I understand that. I didn't take it personally when you rejected my offer the first time around but I think we can make a little deal here. I get what I want, you get what you want..." Allen licks his lips as he looks Baron up and down, taking in a deep breath before setting his title down on the bench beside him. "Think you can at least hear me out?"
The lone wolf looks down at the lone title on the bench, fixated on that until he hears the door close and he immediately looks up to see the smaller man locking the door. Baron's not exactly sure what kind of deal requires somebody locking the door for but nonetheless, he'll cut Allen a bit of slack – but he's putting his guard up.
"Alright champ, what's the proposition?" Baron asks, standing up straight in a subtle display of dominance and looking down at the southern man, eyebrows furrowing when he only continues to walk closer to Baron with no signs of stopping.
"It's a good one. Really, I think you're gonna like it." Allen says lowly as he puts his hands on Baron's chest, gloved fingers splaying out over his pecs and his blue eyes turning dark with lust as they stare up into the dark brown eyes of the lone wolf. Baron, however, gets what Allen is trying to do right away and he grabs onto Allen's wrists – doesn't take them off or anything, just keeps them there to prevent him from doing anything else. Just a precaution.
"I'm not an idiot, I know a good looking man when he's in front of me but if you think I'm gonna-"
"Shhhh." Allen cuts him off. " Just think about it, Baron. Wouldn't you love to learn under the phenomenal one? Face that runs the place, champ of the camp? I know you're not really a big fan of people but I can really make it worth your while. So I get to teach you the ins and outs of the ring, you get to be in the main event all the time and in return, Baron..." He leans up as much as he could, kind of hard to do considering their huge height difference but hey, thought that counts. "In return, you get to have my body whenever you want. You get to do whatever you want to me, all you gotta do is basically be my bodyguard. And think about that, really think about it."
Now, Baron's loosened the grip on Allen's wrists and it's clear he is thinking about it a little, looking off towards the side so he could focus on what it'd be like to actually be inside AJ Styles. Or, you know, Allen could just tell Baron about it in detail right now.
"I admit, I do have an ulterior motive doing this. I've always wanted to get fucked by a big guy like you – cause guys like you, they know how to fuck. They know how to manhandle and throw a guy like me around with no problems." Allen starts as he backs up Baron towards the couch in the back until Baron's knees hit the front of it. The bigger man falls down to sit on the couch with Allen quick to straddle his hips and his hands moving to grab Baron's shoulders. It's almost as if Allen's done this before but with who, Baron wouldn't know. He's not concerned with other people's affairs.
"You could have me any way you want, Baron. You could get me on my hands and knees, shove my face to the ground and just fuck me stupid. You could throw me on my back, spread me out like some horny slut... or I could ride you like this, fuck myself right on that big cock of yours. And trust me, I know it's big. I've seen it in the showers, call me a pervert as much as you want but you can't help but look sometimes, you know? And I really loved what I saw in there." Allen presses his forehead against Baron's and breathes hotly against his lips, just mere centimeters from touching – so close, yet so far."
"So what's it gonna be, lone wolf?"