A/N: Co-written with RockyGirl19.
A/N 2: I would like to thank all of my readers and reviewers. I hope you guys like this one as much as you loved the other stories.
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
Mike stared at the alarm clock as the numbers slowly changed. He sighed and rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, wondering where his boyfriend could be. The blond knew that it would take the man awhile to get to him, but his lover was running three hours late. Mike really needed to get to sleep, but he couldn't. Not without feeling his lover's arms around him.
Sighing again, Mike turned over onto his side, shutting his eyes so he could try and get some rest. After a few minutes, he tossed over onto his other side. He sat up and punched at his pillow before laying back down and huffed. Finally, sleep came.
The door opened after an hour and a man walked in. He dropped his things and wandered over to the bed. He lowly chuckled and stripped down. The man crawled into bed and spooned Mike. The blond sighed and settled down against the man's chest. The man kissed Mike's shoulder and began to gently suck the area at the crook of his neck.
Mike moaned, causing his boyfriend to smile. He stopped and gingerly trailed his tongue up Mike's neck and to his earlobe. The man nipped it gently before sucking on it. Mike whimpered and pushed his ass into the man's lap.
"Mikey," the man cooed. A clear English accent could be heard.
"Hm?" came from the blond.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine." Mike turned over and hugged the man. "At least you're here now."
The man smiled at the sleepy man. Mike kissed his chin and then his lips.
"Night, baby," the man said.
"Night."
…
Mike stared at the sleeping face of his lover and smiled. He lifted the sheets and gazed at the morning wood his boyfriend sported. The blond licked his lips and crawled down until he was eye level to the hard member. Mike quickly licked up the shaft. A moan erupted from the man.
The blond smiled and licked the pre-cum that leaked before sucking on the red head. He slowly inched his way to the base of his boyfriend's dick. He nuzzled his nose in the short black pubic hair before coming back up. He slowly bobbed his head up and down unaware that his lover had woken up and watched him work.
The Brit threaded his fingers through Mike's short blond hair. The blond lifted his blues and stared into his lover's eyes. Mike never broke off eye contact as he blew his boyfriend. The blond quickened the pace, alternating the sucking, and broadened and narrowed his tongue as he worked his lover to his orgasm.
The man gripped the back of Mike's head and held him there as he shot his load into his boyfriend's mouth. He finally let Mike go and ran his hands over his face.
"Damnit," he silently cursed.
Mike let him go with a soft pop and kissed his way up to his boyfriend's lips. Their tongues twirled.
"Do you know what you do to me?" the Brit asked.
"No, Wade...what?" Mike asked.
"I fall in love with you more and more every day."
The blond smiled and laid his head on the Brit's chest. "I love you too, baby."
Wade caressed Mike's lower back. "Did you miss me?"
"Always." Mike kissed his chest all over.
"What do you want to do today?"
"We can go out for lunch and then shopping."
With the roll of his eyes, Wade teased, "You and shopping."
Mike chuckled. "Or we could order room service and spend all day here."
"We could do that."
They kissed each other.
"Damnit," Wade cursed again.
"What?"
"I promised Heath and Justin that I would spend some time with them today."
Mike nodded. "That's fine. We'll just go to lunch." Mike rolled off of his boyfriend and out of bed. He went straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth, use the bathroom, and shower.
Wade watched his lover and sighed. He knew that the blond was upset. They hardly get to see each other since they were on different brands. A phone call here or there, emails during the week, and spending a night or two together was all they had until a pay-per-view, when the shows combined, or vacation.
The Brit climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. He watched as Mike slowly bathed himself. When the blond had his back turned, Wade slipped in and wrapped his muscular arms around Mike's waist.
"I'm sorry," Wade apologized.
"It's okay. I'm fine," Mike replied.
"No, you're not."
"I'm fine, Stu. Go hang out with your friends. I'll be okay."
Wade sighed. He knew he was in trouble when Mike used his real name. "Baby, I'll just cancel."
"Don't. Go have fun. We'll see each other next week." Mike pried himself out of Wade's grip and stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried and went to go dress.
Wade quickly washed up and grabbed a towel. He made it out just in time to see Mike walk out of the room. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Shit!"
Mike wandered to his friend's room and knocked. He could hear rummaging and footsteps to the door.
"JoMo," Mike greeted.
Morrison nodded and stepped aside. "Morning."
Mike entered and looked around. "Where's your boy toy?"
Morrison chuckled. "Please...Cena's hardly a boy. He went to workout with Randy. What's up?" Morrison sat on the couch.
"Wade."
"What did he do?"
"He decided that he wanted to hang out with Heath and Justin today instead of me."
Morrison stared at his friend. He understood where Mike was coming from. When he started his relationship with Cena, he went through the same situation of not being able to see his lover for long stretches of time until he got drafted to Raw.
"I'm sorry, babe," Morrison said as he hugged him.
Mike shook his head. "I mean, I love him and I shouldn't be upset, but I am."
"It's understandable. It's not like you two get to see each other every day. Heath and Justin do."
Mike nodded.
"Do you want to continue this relationship?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
The blond sat down and thought. "Yes...he's the first guy that makes me feel special."
Morrison nodded. "Still can't believe you dated Batista...of all people."
"He was nice at first," the blond defended.
"Mikey...he hit you. He put you in the hospital."
Mike sighed. "Can we not talk about him, please?"
"Fine." JoMo stared at his friend. "You love Wade, right?"
Mike nodded.
"Then forgive him for this. I'm not going to tell you this is going to be the last time it will happen. You two love each other, anyone can see it. Forgive him and move on."
"Okay."
"I mean it. Don't just say 'okay'. Do it."
Mike gave a crooked smile.
The door opened and in walked Cena and Randy. They stared at them.
"What's up?" Cena greeted.
"Just talking," Morrison replied as he got up and went over to his boyfriend. He kissed him. "Did you have a good workout?"
Cena nodded.
Randy studied the young blond. "What's wrong?"
Mike laughed. "Am I that transparent?"
"I dated you for six months. I can read you."
"Wade decided that he wanted to hang out with Heath and Justin today," Morrison explained.
"Damn," Cena replied.
"Sorry, Mikey," Randy replied.
"It's okay," Mike said. "I'm going to try and forgive him."
They nodded.
"Hey, you want to go to breakfast with us?" Morrison asked.
"I would like that," Mike said.
…
Wade sat in the diner across from Heath as they waited for Justin.
"Where's he at?" Heath asked.
"Why are you asking me?" Wade asked. "He roomed with you."
"I know, but he wasn't in the room when I woke up."
Wade stared at the red head. He shook his head and sipped his coffee. He winced and stared at the black drink. "Can't even get a decent cup of coffee."
Justin made his way over to them. "Sorry." He slid in beside Heath and smiled at Wade.
"Where were you?" Heath asked.
"Working out," the South African replied.
They nodded as they looked over the menu. They placed their order and began to talk.
"Why aren't you with Mike?" Heath asked.
"He's upset with me," Wade replied.
"About what?" Justin questioned.
"I let him know that I promised to spend some time with you two today," Wade answered.
"Okay?" Justin and Heath replied.
"Such a Drama Queen," Justin sighed.
"It's just some time not all day," Heath said. "Oh well."
Wade just smiled at the two. He knew that they didn't understand. How could they? They're not in a relationship like Mike and he were in, on different brands, trying to find some way of spending time together.
"At least you can see him tomorrow night," Heath offered.
"He told me next week," Wade said.
Justin rolled his eyes and offered Wade a smile.
"I'll be right back." Wade got up and went to the restroom.
Heath sniffed his friend. "Are you wearing cologne?"
"Yeah," Justin replied. "I worked out earlier."
The red head rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Wade came back just in time their food arrived. They ate and went about their day before they had to travel to the next show.
…
Mike and Morrison tried on different outfits and showed them off to Cena and Randy. The two men would either approve or disapprove. Mike bought some clothes and shoes. The group went to dinner. Mike felt better about him and Wade.
He went back to his room, only to find that Wade had left for the next show. Mike sighed and began to pack. He needed to see Wade and apologize. He loved the Brit and didn't want to lose him.
A knock came and went to answer it. Mike's eyes grew wide.
"What-what are you doing here?" Mike asked.
Batista smiled. "Just checking up on my favorite toy." He reached out to touch Mike, who flinched back. "What's the matter, baby?"
"I'm not your baby."
"Really now?"
Mike tried to close the door, but the Animal pushed it further open. He stepped in and stalked the younger man. Mike fell onto the bed and tried to scramble out of the way. Dave was on top of him.
"Remember this?" Dave huskily said. "Me on top of you?"
"Get off of me," Mike growled.
Dave's smile transformed into a sneer. He punched Mike in the face. "Say that again."
"Mikey?" Morrison called as he pushed the cracked door open. "What the hell are you doing to him?"
Dave turned his head to glance over his shoulder. He smirked and got off of the blond, who curled himself up into a tight ball. Dave walked over to Morrison, who took off his shades to glare at the man.
"Catch you later, baby," Batista said as he left.
Morrison watched as the man walked down the hall and enter the elevator. He went to his friend's side.
"Mike. Mike! Look at me, Mikey," Morrison said.
Mike slowly looked up at Morrison. His left eye began to swell shut.
"Let me get some ice for that." Morrison left the room with a plastic bucket. He came back and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. He wrapped some ice inside the towel and placed it over Mike's eye.
"Morrison?" Cena called. He pushed the door open and stared at his boyfriend, holding the towel over Mike's eye.
Randy came up behind him and his eyes fell on Mike. "What did Wade do?"
"It wasn't Wade," Morrison said. "It was Batista."
…
Wade lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't heard from Mike since yesterday and it was bothering him. He knew that the blond was upset with him, but Wade hoped that Mike would at least call him or text him or something.
The Brit sat up. His body ached after the taping of Smackdown. He wanted the touch of his lover to ease the pain, but Mike wasn't talking to him. He ran his fingers through his black hair. He got up and took some painkillers before laying back down. He closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.
The door opened and Mike stared at his boyfriend. He smiled and went over to him, placing his things down. He quickly and quietly stripped. He climbed into bed and laid his head on Wade's chest.
The Brit slowly blinked and lifted his head. He stared at the head on his chest. He quickly got up and turned the lamp on.
Mike yelped out in surprise by the sudden movement.
"Mikey?" Wade asked.
"Yeah," Mike said as he turned his face away from his boyfriend.
"I thought you weren't coming tonight."
"I talked with Morrison and he told me that I should forgive you. He said that things like yesterday happen and that I shouldn't get bent out of shape over it."
Wade smiled and stared at his boyfriend. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Mike said as he turned over onto his left side. "Can we go to sleep?"
Wade stared at Mike's back for the longest time. "Mikey...look at me."
"No."
"Don't make me make you."
The blond sighed and slowly faced him.
Wade worked his jaw back and forth as he stared at Mike's black eye. "How did you get that?"
"It was an accident."
"If I ask Morrison, will he say the same thing?"
Mike bit his lower lip. He replied, "Batista."
"What? Why?"
"I'll tell you later, okay? I just want to sleep beside my boyfriend."
Wade gently caressed Mike's left cheek. He kissed the injured eye and made his way to Mike's lips.
"I love you," Wade said.
"I love you," Mike said.
Wade turned off the lamp, gathered Mike into his arms, and they settled down. He could feel the blond had fallen asleep. He smiled and then frowned. Batista...