I've been wanting to write this fic for months already and I finally got around to edit the introductory chapter. Just wanna see if people are interested in the story. As always, for more info go to my writing Tumblr ambrollinsgirl. Have fun =)
Act One: pleasure before business
Seth couldn't be happier he's finally home from school, yelling at his mom that he needs to do something real quick on his way upstairs – she reminds him exasperatedly that he should finally learn to use his indoor voice and that dinner won't be ready until seven, since she didn't expect him to come home this early –, throwing his backpack into the corner of his room before slamming his door shut and turning on his laptop.
He's a man on a mission. Or rather a teenager on a very important mission. He has marked this day in his calendar for weeks already, has counted the hours until it was finally here. Jon Moxley returned to action last night and Seth is now here to not miss a single second of it.
If he wouldn't have had a presentation in school today, he would've watched this live last night, but he does care a lot more about his grades than he does about jerking off, since the latter won't help him leave this house as soon as possible.
He checks the lock on his door twice to make sure there's really no chance in hell his mother or younger sister will be able to interrupt, logs himself in and loads the website of Cyberfights while plugging in his headphones. To complete his pre-masturbation ritual, he walks over to his windows and closes them, as well as the sun-blinds so no one will hear him or the footage he's about to watch.
It's not easy being a teenager with needs in this too nosy and gossiping neighborhood.
Seth checks the top drawer of his desk and nods satisfied when he sees a full pack of tissues ready to fulfill their destiny.
While typing in his username and password, he briefly considers lying down to be more comfortable, but that would require moving everything to his bed and he's already too impatient as it is.
Jon has been out of action due to a knee injury and Seth hasn't jerked off for weeks to save all for this moment, somehow unable to enjoy the other guys busting their asses. Even though it's childish and futile, he hopes Jon and Leakee worked together for this one again. Special occasions and all that.
Leakee is the one partner Seth accepts seeing together with Jon, because he's the only one that brings out another side in him. Usually Moxley's the one dominating, but Leakee – who looks like a big, half-Samoan, half-Italian teddy bear – manages to show the softer side of The Lunatic Fringe, as the fanbase calls him.
Seth hates that nickname, but he's just one person. What could he possibly do about it, right?
Unfortunately for him and every other fan out there, Jon and Leakee haven't done anything serious together for roughly two years. They do appear in the same segments sometimes, but they never touch each other, as if one day they decided to hate the other.
It might seem like they do, but their eyes tell another story. Something must have happened backstage and Seth is dying to know what it was. Mostly because he misses the chemistry of them both.
Leakee was actually the first gay porn actor he ever saw, one day accidentally appearing on his Tumblr dashboard, and Seth was instantly intrigued by the huge tribal-like tattoo covering his whole right shoulder and arm. He has a thing for inked people, already hiding his own wrist tattoo of the last piece of a burning page with the word forever on it from his parents for then months already.
So he researched a bit and found out that Leakee works for Cyberfights – a company producing porn videos that revolve around the wrestling business. It's not just guys throwing each other around in the ring in too tight trunks, it's also showing little promos backstage, the fake business part, so to speak. Just with a lot of guys banging each other on desks or the announcement table, even against ladders.
He had clicked through some of Leakee's videos – after creating an account on his brother's name and credit card; the talk they had when the first bill arrived will forever be the most embarrassing thing he's ever had to endure, but after a long and heated argument Sam allowed him to keep it, as long as he pays for it himself.
His brother is already working for a huge publishing company, earning a fortune each month, and usually only visits on the holidays; so it's not that awkward when they meet nowadays. Sam's also the only one who knows that Seth is gay and even though they don't have the best relationship, his secret is safe with him.
Anyway, he then found an old episode where Leakee and Jon took it all out in the ring, Moxley pulling off his unhinged gimmick so well that Seth was intimidated and weirded out at first, not even able to pay attention to the man-on-man action going on until those two were in the middle of getting each other off and Jon did the impossible: he smiled.
It was like the sun suddenly shone brighter, colors were more intense, and Seth's heart tried to burst through his ribcage, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach to the point he almost felt sick. Jon smiling was the single most beautiful and breathtaking thing he'd ever seen and he greedily wanted more.
Sadly, Jon refused to do it around the other guys, which is why Seth got a bit jealous – stupid, isn't it? It's not like he and the man are friends; he doesn't even know his real name, let alone his age but here he is, thinking he has any right to lay claim to a man who isn't even aware of his existence –, but ultimately, he accepted that those two share a special bond and just tried to enjoy every video he got.
He's disappointed yet also oddly relieved when he sees the description and Leakee isn't mentioned anywhere. Jon Moxley and a guy Seth has never seen before and whose name he forgets immediately after reading it start out next to the ring, the scrawny youngster asking for wrestling advices.
Seth isn't really listening, still gushing over Jon in his head, admiring how versatile he is – not only during sex, but also with his character. Moxley mostly portrays the unstable man perfectly, going from quiet and deep to unpredictable and chaotic in a heartbeat. He can control his partners effortlessly, does and takes what he wants.
Part of the reason he is so obsessed with the man – other than his amazing physique and looks – is that he's still waiting for the day someone will break him. Despite the maybe-fallout he thinks it'll be Leakee, because the warm and soft side of Jon shimmers through whenever they're in the same room and Seth knows that that's not just an act for the camera.
It's all over the internet that those two are best friends and even consider each other brothers in real life, but he's wary to believe that; with them not working together anymore and the internet generally not being the most trustworthy source that exists.
Secretly, Seth wishes he could be the one to hold Jon close while he comes completely undone in his arms, but even though he keeps his eyes and ears open every day he's never had any luck running into the other on the street. Cyberfights has its headquarters in the city but he is too scared to just show up there.
What should he say anyway? Hey, I jack off to your videos, hoping that one day you'll pop my cherry and fall in love with me, so we can marry and live happily ever after? Sounds a bit desperate, doesn't it? That and like he's a needy, hormone-driven teenager.
No one would ever believe him that he's really interested in the person behind Jon Moxley. Not if they hear what he's doing for a living.
So even if he meets Jon, what should he do? How explain everything? What if Jon thinks he's just looking for a good fuck? God, how could he fall for someone he hasn't even met yet? He sometimes kind of wishes that this isonly a phase, that he'll get over the man and find a boy his age, someone he can build up a proper relationship with.
But then he remembers Jon smiling like that and his brain turns into mush once more.
No doubt, that's how his demise started when he was a naive, easily impressed fourteen-year-old. Seth couldn't stop imagining how it'd be to have sex with a man who does that to buy himself food and pay the rent.
He is three years older now and knows a bit better what he wants in life and he definitely yearns to get to know Jon. Maybe he's a total ass, which would help him get over the other in a second. He's surrounded by enough idiots in his life already; he doesn't need a handsome jackass to ruin it even more.
Since the video has finally loaded completely, the talking is seemingly over and everything is in its place, Seth relaxes in his chair and unzips his pants, eyes only fixed on Jon – just like they're used to –, palming himself through his boxers as long as Moxley is demanding a blow job for his help.
He tries not to watch or listen too closely when Jon starts fucking the guy's mouth, too grossed out by the choking and retching sounds. Seth has always hated that, simply because he has an aversion to vomiting. He never understood how people get turned on by that.
Strangely enough, Jon is still talking, instead of moaning like he's supposed to; Seth maybe should've paid some attention to the plot –, but the words elude him. All he concentrates on is Jon's voice – smooth yet rough and dark, all in all just very mesmerizing – and body, his spit-covered dick vanishing in the other guy's mouth and throat, the impressive size of it outlining against the guy's cheeks and throat.
The blow job seems to last forever, frustrating Seth to no end because he's just not getting fully hard with all these sounds he hates more than anything else in the world, but then Jon seems to take pity on him and orders the guy to get on his knees, taking him doggy style while slowly starting to massage the other's cock, pulling at the skin agonizingly slow.
It's always Mox's pace, his needs that get satisfied first – and Seth mimics the motions, eyes half-lidded, so he can imagine Jon is standing behind him and the hand around his dick belongs to someone older, someone with calloused hands who whispers filthy things into his auditory canals and guides him when he's lost.
Telling himself that his crush is giving him a hand job works wonders, unfortunately cutting this whole experience terribly short though.
Seth comes before either guys on the screen are even close to their orgasms, but he doesn't care. All he hears is Jon finally moaning directly into his ears and flesh pounding against flesh while he strokes himself, his whole body shaking, the muscles in his legs seizing up, making him spasm a bit.
He wants to close his eyes, hoping to spot those so-called stars some people allegedly seem to be able to see, but he can't stop looking at Jon. A single bead of sweat is running down his cheek and Seth desperately wants to lick it off; suddenly also feeling the urgent wish to express his gratitude for the most intense orgasm he's had in months.
Thank God for gay porn and wrestling. And Jon Moxley of course.
When Seth pushes the chair back, trying to stand up, his legs give out and he almost falls down to the floor, barely able to steady himself with his cum-covered hand on his expensive glass desk. He should have cleaned himself up first. So much for being the smart kid.