Author: Snarkcasm
Rating: M for FULL ON smut (omg guise, my first sex scene)
Summary: Mike's all faux, from his stylish Mohawk to the tips of his Italian leather shoes. Bustling confidence wrapped up so prettily like a bow—it's really sad that underneath all that expensive trapping lies the same self-doubting, pimply-faced, chubby boy who was picked last for everything.
Pairing(s): Christmiz and Jay/Mike/Maryse (LOLWUT, yeah, I said it!); tiny bit of onesided!Chrandy (this is still me we're talking about after all)
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the WWE or the wrestlers mentioned in the story. This is a story of fiction and I make no money from it.
Author's Note: Bitches, be amazed. Also, this is so not the update you all probably wanted, but I'm suffering under stress (ain't we all) and all I want to do is write smut. IS THAT A CRIME? Also, please put who you want Jay to be paired up with next in your comments. Next chapter will be Punk/Christian, I think. Don't quote me on that!
Now with the two companies completely merged together like some demented Siamese twin constantly trying to eat the other, Jay finds himself traveling twice as much. It's not like he can complain, really. He prides himself on being a resourceful guy after all. Strung out on enough caffeine to kill a bull elephant, Jay slouches in his chair and surveys the rest of the RAW Supershow roster.
He doesn't pay attention to the rookies—no one really does—and instead, his line of vision focuses directly on the Awesome One. Mike's all faux, from his stylish Mohawk to the tips of his Italian leather shoes. Bustling confidence wrapped up so prettily like a bow—it's really sad that underneath all that expensive trapping lies the same self-doubting, pimply-faced, chubby boy who was picked last for everything.
Sidling up to Mike, Jay finds it easy to distract him from whoever he was talking to. All he has to do is put his hand in the small of Mike's back, and Mike turns into him like a touch-starved cat. And like a touch-starved cat, Jay has to be wary of claws. Mike's eyes are suspicious, slit in lazy awareness that lends him a modicum of power. Jay lets him hold onto that scrap as he sends the rookie wrestler away with a disarming smile.
"Your feud seems to be going well." Jay begins professional as he subtly leads Mike from the cafeteria.
Mike shrugs, but it's all false modesty. If given the chance, the former reality star would crow his accomplishments to the moon, and like the moon, Jay doesn't give two shits. He does, however, care that the Superstar promised to give him a blowjob last time and Jay really isn't the type of person to let IOUs slide.
Mike's natural moue widens as he sinks to his knees, his eyes bright and calculating. There is no love lost between them; Jay knows that Mike believes he found a weakness to exploit. Jay lets his smirk grow.
"No hands." Mike startles at this and glares at the thinly-disguised power play. Jay leans against the wall in an attractive sprawl, his head pillowed by his interlocking fingers. He can trust Mike—if only for a little while—with his little stipulation and closes his eyes halfway.
He has to hand it to the former reality star; the cold air barely touched his freed cock before hot, tight heat engulfs it. Still, the younger wrestler lacks finesse. Jay feels pity for Maryse and there's no doubt in his mind that her enthusiasm as he gently licked her open and watched her fall apart orgasm after orgasm stemmed from the fact that Mike is an impatient, greedy lover.
He clicks his tongue in a slow rebuke, grips Mike's pathetic little fauxhawk, and tugs. Mike lets go with an obscene 'pop', lips red and spit-shined. "What?" he asks testily, hoarsely.
"I'm not a popsicle, Mizazin. Take your time. Didn't Hennigan teach you anything?" The last barb hits the mark dead on and Jay can feel the flinch. He goes for mocking instead of tenderness, pinpointing all the holes in Mike's so-called technique. "And for god's sake, no teeth."
"How selfish of me. I come all the way over from my shoot to surprise my boyfriend, and I get surprised."
Jay smirks up at Maryse, curling a hand around Mike's neck and forcing him down. He enjoys the heat of his blush soaking into his palm. "Is it a good surprise, baby?"
Her eyes darken as she stalks to him, shedding her fashionable leather jacket, revealing her skintight dress. "The best." In her heels, she's as tall as him, and he takes advantage of her height to give her an open-mouthed kiss on her lips. She laughs, high and breathy already, curling her tongue around his and running the tips of her manicured nails through his stubble. He wraps his free arm around her trim waist and grips her ass possessively. She has such a nice ass. She shivers and coos, nipples pebbling against his side. Mike is choking, but the two Canadians ignore him, too engrossed in each other.
Jay slips under her short dress and 'tsks' playfully at the little surprise he finds as his fingers hit wet, hot, bareflesh. "Someone's a little eager."
The little minx raises a sculpted eyebrow in challenge, her nails sinking into his shirt. He wastes no time plunging two of his blunt fingers in her opening, and she yelps, eyelashes fluttering closed. His index finger works at her engorged clit. Her breathing rises higher and higher until she convulses against him, her soft walls fluttering around him and warmness flooding his hand.
"Good girl," he breathes into her ear to her delightful hum. He tugs Mike off his dick and directs him to his girlfriend's warm slit. Luckily, he doesn't have to command the Awesome One as he dives right in, lapping with broad strokes. Maryse slumps, and Jay rushes to catch her, unzipping her dress, unhooking her bra, and cupping her soft breasts. She reaches up and clutches the back of both their heads, and Jay can feel the bite of her nails.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but it's worth it to have her dusky nipple in his mouth. She's cursing rapidly now, slipping into French. Mike is relentless between her thighs, and Jay finds himself a bit jealous. He tugs Mike up and kisses him greedily, chasing her essence with his tongue.
Sandwiched between them but not left out as two sets of fingers stroke over her softness, Maryse fingers her clit on her own, watching them with half-lidded eyes like a contented cat. She shudders through another orgasm, boneless between two hard bodies.
Jay shares a look with Mike and the younger wrestler scampers off to Maryse's whimper of discontent. Jay spins her around to face him and keeps her attention until her boyfriend comes back with two condoms. She smiles lazily, taking both condoms and sinking to her knees. She doesn't rip the condoms open with her teeth, but with a saucy wink, she reaches for Jay and puts the condom on without her hands. Jay grips the base of his prick to keep from coming because that was a sight and watches her do the same with Mike.
She climbs back to her feet, walking steady in her heels, and pushes Jay down on the locker bench. With a toss of her ice-blond hair, she sinks down on his cock with an appreciative moan and rides him like a prized Derby winner. When he offers to reciprocate, she snarls at him: "Put your hands on the bench and keep them there."
He clutches at the her command, fingers threading through the holes on the bench. It's not comfortable-he's sure that there will be diamond-shaped bruises in his ass tomorrow-but it's worth it to see Maryse fall apart. Mike comes up from behind, and Maryse falls against Jay's chest, teeth at his shoulder as her boyfriend pushes in as gently as he can.
"So, so full!" She gasps. It takes her a while to recover, but when she does, she is a hellion. They only exist for her pleasure, and she's just so damn eager to let them know. When she clamps down on them for that last, shuddery climax, Jay feels as if he had been ridden hard and put away wet. She climbs off his lap and recovers next to him, naked, splayed out, and gorgeous. Jay grimaces and pulls off the used condom, tying it up and throwing it away. Mike makes himself useful by cleaning up after them, and Jay smiles, revising at least one of his bad thoughts about the Miz. Maybe he was the Awesome One after all.
Not one of them notices when a hulking figure fades back into the shadows, ice-blue eyes ablaze.