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

Alex sat in the locker room, head in his hands. He could not believe it. He had been drafted to SmackDown! He would be away from his mentor and friend. He had never been away from Mike for more than a day or three. Now, he would not be able to see his friend, see his smile, the twinkle in his eyes, hear his laugh, or feel his body next to his when he got lonely.

Contrary to popular belief, Alex and Mike never dated nor had sex. They liked each other's company and just wanted to feel someone beside them while they slept. Not many people saw that side of Mike, the caring, quiet individual. He barely let anyone in after Morrison broke up with him. The only other man that got to see the side of Mike like Alex did was Mark Calaway. No one knew that they were dating. Only Alex did. He acted like Mike's decoy so his friend could spend some time with the older man.

Now, he sat in the locker room of the blue brand not sure of what to do. He wiped his eyes and stared at a spot on the ground. People talked around him, but he tuned them out. He already did his promo and got RKO'ed by the Viper. His head hurt but slightly. He was not needed for the rest of the night and did not know why he stayed.

He felt a presence next to him and Alex moved his blues to met twinkling emeralds.

"Hello, fella," Stephen greeted. "I came by to welcome you to SmackDown."

Alex slowly nodded.

The Irishman tilted his head to the side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The younger man gave a crooked smile before hanging his head again.

Stephen gently grabbed Alex's chin and turned his face towards his own. "Your eyes give you away."

Alex blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Stephen whispered.

The younger man blushed slightly.

"Hey, I have a segment to do. Do you want to get something to eat and get a room together at the hotel?"

Alex gave a nod.

The Celtic Warrior smiled and went off to do his promo.

"Well, well, well," Wade began as he walked over. "Look at what we have here, boys...Miz's little bitch."

Justin smirked while Heath gave a forced chuckle.

The Brit looked the young man over as he subconsciously licked his lips. "You look like a lost little lamb."

"Cut the shit, Barrett," Glenn said as he walked over.

The Brit glanced up at the Big Red Machine. He nodded. "I see, you want a piece of him. Who knew that big bad Kane was into boys?"

Everyone in the locker room stopped doing what they were doing to listen.

"Everyone knows I'm bi, Barrett," Glenn replied. He looked him over. "Of course, you're not my type. You're Regal's type more than anything else. Wouldn't you say so, William?"

The older Brit smiled from where he was sitting. "I would say so. I love breaking cocky little bastards like him."

Glenn chuckled. His eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Back off, Barrett...or I'll back you off."

Wade sneered and stormed out of the locker room with Justin running after him.

Heath stared at Alex. "Sorry," he said and went after the other two.

"You know, I could never understand why that kid hangs around a bloke like him," William mused.

Glenn shrugged his shoulders and went back to Alex. "Answer me this...why does one of my oldest friends want me to watch out for you?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure, Mr. Jacobs."

The larger man threw his head back in laughter. "Mr. Jacobs? Listen kid, just call me Glenn."

"Okay."

"If you need anything, just let me know, all right?"

"Okay."

The Big Red Machine went and gathered his things. He left with Regal.

Alex quirked his eyebrow at them. He shook his head and waited for the Irishman. Most of the wrestlers filed out. After awhile, Randy came in looking around the nearly empty locker room.

"Do you know where Glenn went off to?" the Viper asked.

"Uh...he left with Regal," the younger man answered.

Randy rolled his eyes. "I told him to wait for me."

Alex just stared at him.

"Oh, I didn't hurt you out there, did I?"

The larger man shook his head.

"Why are you still here?"

"Oh, Stephen and I are going to grab a bite to eat and head to the hotel."

Randy nodded. "Thanks for the information."

Alex watched him leave. He shook his head and continued to wait.

"Sorry for the wait, fella," Stephen said as he walked in wearing his street clothes. "I needed a shower and change."

"No problem." Alex slung his bag over his shoulder.

Stephen smiled and led the young man to his rental. They placed their bags in the back. Alex climbed into the passenger side while Stephen took his place at the wheel.

"What do ya feel like eating?" the Irishman questioned.

"Any fast food would do, but I do love Mickie D's."

"MacDonalds it is then."

Stephen drove them to the one closest to the hotel. Every once in awhile, Stephen would steal a glance of the younger man, who just stared out the passenger side window.

"Welcome to MacDonalds, would you like to try a McCafe Iced Latte?"

Stephen looked to Alex.

"Do they have the Big 'N Tasty?" Alex asked.

"Do you have the Big 'N Tasty?" Stephen questioned.

"No, but we do have the McRib."

"I would like that with fries and Iced Caramel Mocha," the younger man requested.

"I would like the McRib meal with an Iced Caramel Mocha Latte and the Angus Deluxe meal with a Caramel Frappe," Stephen ordered.

"Will that be all, sir?"

"Two Oreo McFlurries."

Alex stared at him.

"Pull around."

"You didn't have to order dessert," Alex said.

"I wanted to, mate," Stephen said as he pulled around.

The younger man nodded and pulled out his wallet.

"Don't worry about it. I've got it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Alex smiled and said, "I'll buy next time."

Stephen handed the clerk his card and waited. He took it back and waited once more. He got their meal and drove to their hotel. Alex grabbed his and Stephen's bags.

"I can get my bag," Stephen said.

"No, you have the food," Alex said.

The Irishman smiled.

They entered the hotel and Stephen checked it. He grabbed their keys and they moved to the elevator.

"I got some bad news," the Celtic Warrior began.

The Varsity Villain cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"They were out of rooms with double beds, but I did manage to get one with a king sized bed. I hope that's okay."

"That's fine. I'm used to sleeping with someone beside me."

Stephen nodded. He led the way to their room and entered. Alex placed their bags next to the bed and went to Stephen's side on the couch. The coffee table was loaded with bags and drinks. They looked through the bags of food and got their meals. Alex turned on the TV and found the Food Network.

"I hope you don't mind," the young man said.

Stephen shook his head. "I like Food Network especially Iron Chef."

"Original or America?"

"Both."

"Me too."

Both men silently ate as they watched Iron Chef America. After their meal, Alex was the first to do his nightly routine of a using the restroom, quick shower, and brushing his teeth. He dressed in briefs and sweat pants. Next was Stephen. After he did his routine, he went back to watching TV with Alex. They made comments here and there.

"I never really liked figs," Alex said.

"Really?" Sheamus asked.

The young man nodded. "They're very squishy to me. I can't get passed that."

The Irishman laughed. "They're very delicious."

Alex scrunched up his nose.

"I should take you out and try some one day."

The younger man blushed as Stephen's eyes went wide after he realized what just came out of his mouth.

Alex quietly replied, "I...I would like that."

Stephen smiled.

"You ready for bed?" Alex asked.

"I want to see what happens in the battle."

"Okay." Alex stood up. "I'm turning in."

Stephen watched as the younger man crawled into bed. After finding out the winner, the pale man turned off the TV and climbed into bed. He stayed on his side of the bed so not to cause the younger man any discomfort. He turned onto his side to stare at the man opposite him. He mostly stared at Alex's slightly parted lips. Often times, he thought about kissing those lips but was too afraid to ask the younger man out seeing how he was always with Mike.

Stephen sighed and turned onto his back. After awhile, he fell asleep.

…

Wade slid in and out of Justin, ignoring the pained whimpers that came from the South African. His mind was on the blond Virginian. He wanted to taste him, to have him, to own him. Fantasies were not enough for him. He had always wanted the young man for himself, but Mike stood in his way. Now that they have been separated, there was no stopping the Brit from getting his prize.

He rolled off of Justin and threw away the condom. "Where's Heath?"

"I don't know," the young man breathed through the pain.

The Brit huffed. I need another fuck.

Heath walked to a room on another floor of the hotel. He quickly slipped into the room and stripped out of his clothes. He climbed into bed and massive arms instantly wrapped around him. He breathed a sigh of relief and settled down.

"What took you so long?" Zeke asked.

"Had to clear my head," Heath answered.

Zeke stared at him. "What's going on?"

"I have a bad feeling, Zeke."

"Tell me."
"Ever since Alex came to SmackDown, Wade's been acting weird. It's like he's been stalking him or something. I mean it's the way he looks at him that freaks me out. He looks at me the same way...like he wants to have his way with me or something."

"Has he tried anything with you?"

Heath shook his head.

"Good. You'll tell me if he does something, right?"

"Of course I will." He smiled at his boyfriend and kissed him.

"Good. Now get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

"What are we doing?"

"We have signings."

"Okay."

Both men settled down.

…

Sometime during the night, Alex had made his way toward Stephen. His head lay on his broad chest and arm draped over his waist. A smile ghosted his face as he got comfortable. Stephen woke when Alex shifted around. He stared at the younger man and smiled. He wrapped his arms over around the younger man.

"I'll try to make you happy, luv," Stephen whispered. "I know that this is going to be hard for you, but I'll be here for you every step of the way."

Alex nuzzled into his chest. Stephen closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel and warmth of the young man. Alex popped his eyes open and blinked. He looked up at Stephen and sat up.

Stephen opened his eyes and gave a disappointed sigh.

"I-I'm sorry," the younger man said. "I didn't realize that I was this close to you."

"It's fine, fella," Stephen said as he too sat up. "I didn't mind."

"I'm just so used to having someone beside me."

"So you and Mike are sleeping with each other?" Stephen tried not to sound disappointed nor jealous.

"No. God no!" The blond shook his head. "We just like sleeping in the same bed together. It's something about having a body next to you that drives the loneliness away."

Stephen nodded and smiled inwardly. "So...are you dating anyone?"

"No."

"That's too bad, mate. You're a great guy."

Alex blushed. "Again, sorry I slept on you."

Stephen stared at him for a brief second. He cupped his face in his calloused hands and caressed his cheeks with his thumbs. Alex stared into his emerald eyes. Stephen leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips moved and tongues slipped into warm, still minty mouths. They pulled apart when their lungs ached for air.

"I would like to take you out on a date," Stephen said. "This Friday."

"Oh...okay," Alex quietly answered.

"Where would you like to go?"

"I like Chili's and Applebee's."

"How about we go to Chili's then?"

Alex nodded. "I would like that." He started to move back to his side of the bed.

Stephen grabbed him and held him. "I don't mind if you cuddle with me. I actually liked it...luv."

The young man smiled and nodded.

They laid back down with Alex's head on Stephen's chest. The Irishman had one arm wrapped around Alex's waist and the other tucked under his own head. He had a smile plastered on his face.