Submission Moves

As soon as the taping is over, Tyson finds himself walking into Adrian's locker room to check up on him. The Accolade is a bitch of a move and he's silently worried that something serious might have happened to Adrian's back no matter how accomplished Rusev is at using the move. And Tyson is just bitterly glad that Tyler is a giant idiot and didn't think to just leave so he got slapped into the thing as well even though the cameras wouldn't broadcast it to the masses. They'll only get to see Tyler's evil genius come to fruition before the show is over.

The blond twit is starting to get on his nerves even though he knows the storylines are fake and Tyler wouldn't really want Adrian to get caught up in that move. Probably. Truth be told, Tyler is hungry and Tyson wouldn't put anything past him at this point. He knows better, thank you.

Tyson steps into the room, closing the door, and clears his throat. "How're you holding up?"

Adrian is sitting on the small bench in the room, his head between his knees, and Tyson isn't stupid enough to think he's okay. The fact he's bent forward like this is proof he's trying to work some of the stiffness out of his back from having it bent forwards in a direction it's really not made to bend into in the first place. And Adrian doesn't need to ask, either. Tyson just walks behind him, dragging up a chair to plop down in so he can rest his hands on Adrian's warm, sweaty back. Yeah, there's some tension to the muscles that must be hurting something awful, so he starts quietly working the tense spots with his hands. Most people wouldn't think of massage as being a useful skill set in the wrestling world, but it's one of the best especially when most matches leave the participants sore. Especially a participant like Adrian Neville.

Before, the silence stretching between them might have been awkward, but neither of them have any reason to feel awkward anymore. Tyson is no longer cheating on his wife, and Adrian is no longer the "other man." With any luck, they'll be able to settle into something comfortable, something that fits the both of them like a glove without feeling forced. He just wants Adrian to be happy with him, to be as happy with him as he is with Adrian. So he lets the silence wind around them and focuses on getting the knots out of Adrian's back so he can take a shower.

Once he's finished, Adrian sits up straight and twists his body first one way, then the other, no doubt checking to make sure his back feels better now. His relieved sigh speaks volumes more than anything else, and Tyson smiles in triumph before laying a gentle kiss on the roundest part of Adrian's shoulder. Even if it was hell getting to this moment, nothing can quite compare to having Adrian to himself for a change. Maybe soon, they can discuss coming out to the fans and telling them the truth about themselves and their relationship. Be quite a shock, for sure.

"I swear to God, that's probably going to hurt every time it happens. I do not envy the main roster wrestlers who deal with that on a nightly basis." Adrian turns around so he's facing Tyson, their knees bumping together from the closeness, and their hands just automatically find each other, fingers weaving together. "Hope someone goes and checks on Breezy as well."

If it had been anyone else, Tyson would have offered to do it just to make Adrian happy, but they both know how he feels about Tyler now, so he doesn't make a move to do so. Instead, he twines his fingers in Adrian's lush curls and pulls him closer, tugging at his lower lip with his teeth until Adrian opens his mouth. It's so easy to slip his tongue inside, taste the inside of Adrian's mouth even as he pulls him closer, spills Adrian into his lap. He's light, surprisingly light given his chiseled body, a body that Tyson doesn't waste exploring and caressing with his free hand.

He can spend a million years drinking Adrian in, can drown on the very taste of him, and it will never be enough. The way their bodies fight together, the way Adrian's muscles twitch and flutter beneath his touch, the soft little sighs he swallows down with each brush of their lips and twisting dance of their tongues, and it will never be enough. All the hours he's spend between Adrian's thighs, intent on showering him with praise and pleasure like he's never known before, and it will never be enough. Nothing will ever be enough to show Adrian how much he's loved.

They break apart, their breathing heavy as they each try to catch it, and Adrian nuzzles his cheek. "Much as I'd like for you to just bend me over the bench and take me right now when anyone can walk in and find us like that, I'd much rather have you take me against the shower wall."

And so he does. Seconds later, Adrian is sandwiched between him and the wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist, head titled back against the tiles as submissive little moans leave his full, kiss-ravaged lips. Tyson doesn't even think about it, just keep his pace measured and listening to Adrian say his name over and over again until it hardly sounds like a word anymore. If he could, he'd spend every single minute like this because the sound of Adrian in ecstasy is by far one of the best addicting sounds, but he can't hold out forever. All he can do is make sure Adrian finds his climax first before losing control himself, clinging to his love like a fucking lifeline.

When they're dried and dressed, Tyson takes a slow breath and glances over at Adrian. "Are we going to tell everyone, or are we just going to keep it backstage among our, ah, friends?"

"I'd prefer we don't keep it secret because it's going to be that much harder when it does come out versus if we just tell everyone ourselves," Adrian says, glancing up at him.

He's all perfection, pale skin and angled features, dark eyes and dark curls doing nothing really to soften his face, but that's just fine because Tyson wouldn't have him any other way. In a world so fucked-up and torn to pieces, Adrian may honestly be the last good person in it.

"Okay," Tyson says, holding his hand out to his Geordie. "Come on. Let's get home."

Adrian takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, and Tyson can't help the smile that lights his face as they fall in step, side by side, their fingers laced together as they head for the exit.

Good things never last, though. He knows that, but he still can't stop himself from hoping this does last. His career never really went anywhere, his marriage crashed and burned like fucking nothing else, and he's pretty sure he's never going to really win the fans over, so that's out, too. But if he can just have one thing, one little thing, that one thing would be Adrian Neville.

If he can just have this one person stay in his life just as he is, then Tyson will be satisfied.

A/N: This wraps up the second installment of the two-shot trilogy about the lovely Adrian Neville and the incorrigible Tyson Kidd. The third installment will be up soon, and depending on how Takeover 2 goes, I might squeeze just one more in. The third installment will be called Falling To Earth. There will also be a series of NXT-related stories coming hopefully soon to feature Tyler Breeze, Sami Zayn, the Ascension, Enzo Amore and Colin Cassady, Corey Graves, and many more.