Seth entered the Box with a lot less enthusiasm the following night. His run-in with Moxley was running on repeat in his mind, his actions leaving him feeling ashamed. He had expected to put the kid in his place and drive him away, but it had gone a lot further than that. It had gone way past teaching a cock-sure young punk a lesson. He had lost his cool, humiliated Moxley, and probably made his students think he was the biggest asshole in the world.

He sure felt like the biggest asshole in the world.

"Hey dude," he called out to Marek, who merely nodded at him. "What's the cold shoulder for?"

"Are you that much of a dumbass?" came the reply.

"If this is about the Moxley thing, you can-"

"Of course it's about the Moxley thing," Marek cut in. "You went too far last night. For somebody so concerned with reputation, you sure as hell shot yours to shit."

Seth rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "I'm not proud of how I behaved. The kid got in my head and I fucked up, okay? Now can we please move on?"

"I don't know…" Marek trailed off, his eyes flicking past Seth.

Turning around, Seth's jaw dropped. The source of his irritation, lust and remorse had just entered the Box, head down, hoodie up, the unmistakable blond curls peeking out from beneath the grey material. Moxley moved a little stiffly, obviously still feeling the effects from their challenge the night before. He ambled right past them and headed into the locker room, not paying any attention to them.

"Did he just…? What…what the hell is he doing here?" Seth sputtered, once again knocked on his ass by Moxley's audacity.

"He must be a glutton for punishment…" A voice muttered nearby.

Tyler Breeze stood by the ring, arms crossed, looking highly irritated. Seth apparently wasn't the only one that Moxley had managed to piss off.

When Tyler noticed Seth and Marek looking at him, he immediately straightened up and beamed at them. "I guess we all have a little masochist inside of us, I know I sure do…"

The pointed look he threw at Seth was far from subtle, followed by the exaggerated swing of his hips as he walked over to fill up his water bottle.

"Anyway…" Marek continued, shaking his head at their student's lack of shame. "I don't know why he's here. If I were him, I'd be out there slashing your tyres, not coming back for more hell."

"He really must be a masochist if he's rocking back up here as if nothing happened," Seth remarked, placing his stuff in the corner and taking off his shirt.

Seth watched the locker room door like a hawk, not wanting to miss Moxley when he re-emerged. What kind of kid was he? Who came back for more after being humiliated publicly? He obviously had a few screws loose.

Moxley strolled out of the changing area, dressed for a workout, carefree and relaxed.

Seth strode over to him, heat coursing through his veins, frustrated by his inability to read the guy.

"What are you doing here? I thought it was settled that you're not cut out for this."

Seth, if nothing else, was consistent. Once he had been an asshole, it kind of just kept on coming.

Moxley continued walking, rolling his neck and shoulders as he made his way over to the weights.

Frowning, Seth followed him and tapped him on the shoulder.

Moxley threw a cursory glance over his shoulder, surprise etched on his face. He reached up, drawing Seth's attention to the headphones that were concealed by his wild, messy hair. He slid them down to rest against his neck, his other hand fiddling at something on the waist of his shorts.

Seth's eyes widened in disbelief.

A Walkman…? What was this – the 1980s?

Where did he even find one of those things? eBay?

"Yeah?" Moxley asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Wh…uh, what are you doing here?" Seth asked, without any real conviction. His indignation deflated rapidly, leaving him standing there awkwardly.

"I'm here to work out," Moxley answered, as if it should have been obvious, gesturing at the barbell in front of him.

"Really? Well, uh, we've got class now, so you can't." God, he felt like a tool. But his stubborn nature wouldn't let him drop it.

"Paul said I can," Moxley said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"When? He never mentioned it to us," Seth replied, crossing his arms, happy to grasp a new line of argument.

"He said he left you guys a voicemail. Maybe you should check your phone."

Seth narrowed his eyes, but reached into his pocket and dialed his voicemail. He never took his eyes off Moxley, who remained still, not looking the least bit worried.

"Hey Seth, Paul here. I know we agreed that we'd clear out the Box while class was in session, but I said this Jon Moxley kid could train at night. He won't be any trouble. Thanks man, catch ya later."

Shit.

Moxley had been telling the truth.

Sighing, Seth shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. Just stay out of our way."

"That won't be a problem," Moxley assured him, giving him a look that suggested Seth should step away and get back to minding his own business.

Cursing under his breath, he stalked back over to the group of assembled students, determined to ignore the unwelcome intruder.

"Fifteen burpees, get going!" He barked, pissed off that Moxley had gained the upper hand and made him look like an idiot. Again.

Despite his best intentions, Seth couldn't help but watch Moxley as the evening progressed. Honestly, Seth had expected him to half-ass it for thirty minutes and then take off, but Moxley was still going strong two hours later. He wasn't taking it easy by any standards, putting himself through a grueling workout, sweat freely dripping from his body.

He had to hand it to the kid – he could certainly take a beating and still walk out on the other side. It reminded him of the grittiness that Moxley had displayed the night before. He refused to give up, to the point of stupidity, where his body was begging him to stop.

Moxley was hypnotic. He had a kooky charisma that made it difficult for Seth to tear his eyes away. His mouth was particularly interesting, constantly changing shape, his lips pressed tightly together one second, then falling open to gasp out shallow breaths the next.

And then there was his tongue. The fucking thing never stopped moving. Sliding along his lips, poking out of the corner of his mouth, the full flat length lewdly hanging out. Was it really necessary to do that while exercising? It was more than a little distracting…

So distracting, in fact, that Seth stood around for most of the class, barely participating in the drills, preferring to stand and observe…even if his attention was primarily focused on somebody who wasn't a student.

The more Seth thought about Moxley, the more his curiosity grew. What was his story? How had he ended up here? What had inspired him to pursue wrestling? Where the hell did he get a Walkman in 2015? And what was he listening to on that ancient thing…?

It was almost eleven when Moxley finally finished up, pouring a copious stream of water over himself, causing his white shirt to turn translucent, highlighting his thick pecs. Yes, he wasn't in extremely good shape like Seth, but he sure as hell had something nice going on with his own shape. He was thick in the best way, his body built to carry muscle if he'd just work on building more of the stuff.

Seth's blood fired up, thinking of all the things that he'd like to do to Moxley. Hearing him beg for his cock was the dream. He could just imagine the deep, raspy pleas that he could pull from the kid, using all of that pent up frustration to relentlessly bring him to the edge over and over again. Seth wouldn't be satisfied until he heard those words. Along with being consistent, he was dogged when pursuing the things he wanted.

And he wanted Moxley.

The blond-haired man was spunky. There was something special about him, a devil-may-care attitude wrapped up in dimples and pretty blue eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, the guy had talent too. Seth had been unwilling to say as much, but Moxley had easily outshone every other student. He had it, and it could not be taught.

Seth's stomach dropped when he saw Moxley walk out of the Box without so much as a backwards glance. But really, what had he expected? He had been an asshole to him two nights in a row. Moxley probably wanted nothing to do with him.

Marek announcing the end of the session brought him back to reality, shaking his head to clear the haze that had hung over him for the past three hours. If Moxley was going to Crossfit here, he had to get used to it, and not allow his presence to distract him from his ultimate goal. He was here to train the future, not fantasise about fucking them.

"Hey, Seth?"

"Yeah, Marek?"

"Get your shit together before class next week."

He could feel his cheeks burning, the heat spreading up to the tops of his ears.

"Uh, yeahhh…I'll catch you later."

Seth snagged his gear and pulled on a sweater, eager to get home and sort his head out.

The night sky was inky blue, a sharp white frost hanging distinctively in the air. Sweatpants would have been the more sensible option, but he had opted for shorts instead. Sometimes, he just didn't know what was good for him.

He turned the corner, heading for where he had parked his car, when he was roughly shoved back against the brick wall. Seth instantly dropped his bag, readying himself to fight off his attacker…only to find Moxley staring right back at him, his forearm resting against Seth's throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Seth gasped, shock paralysing his muscles.

"Taking care of business," Mox responded darkly, his voice low and threatening.

It suddenly occurred to Seth that he could be in serious trouble. The guy in front of him looked dangerous. Gone were the dimples and dreamy blue eyes, replaced by a grim line of a mouth and eyes so dark they almost looked onyx. For all he knew, Moxley could have a knife tucked away somewhere.

Seth wisely chose to stay silent for once in his life, as his pulse throbbed at the base of his throat, likely thumping right into Moxley's arm, giving away his fear.

"You know, you're quite appealing when you're not running your mouth, Bambi," Moxley murmured, leaning in close, his hot breath caressing Seth's ear. "I saw you watching me tonight. Couldn't take those pretty eyes off me, could you?"

Seth gulped, unable to come up with a convincing denial. He hadn't been very subtle. He had been blatantly eye-fucking the dude.

"Gone all quiet on me…? Come on, answer me."

His voice was like honey, soothing, and caused Seth to melt back against the hard wall. Moxley pressed his body forward, the relative softness moulding to the hard lines of Seth's own physique.

"…No."

"No…what?"

"No, I couldn't take my eyes off you," Seth breathed out in a rush. Everything about this guy got him all hot and bothered, his heart hammering against his chest, his dick throbbing in his shorts, his hips shifting restlessly. He had never been into bad boys, but goddamn it if there wasn't something about this Moxley punk.

Unfortunately, the fucker knew what he was working with, and how it affected Seth.

"Some honesty, I like it," Moxley said approvingly, nuzzling into Seth's neck. "You know, you weren't very nice to me last night…."

Seth groaned, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"You said some pretty mean things, and made me look silly in front of the other students…"

"You're not a student!"

Seth clamped his mouth shut, wondering how he functioned in the world sometimes. He needed to get a grip and watch his words. As nice as Moxley was being right now, his switch could easily flip, which would mean a whole world of trouble for him.

"Still haven't let go of that, huh?" Moxley chuckled, continuing to nuzzle Seth affectionately, the gentle action at odds with the arm that rested firmly against Seth's throat, restricting his movement. "I think you owe me an apology, Seth."

Hearing that voice say his name sent a little thrill of pleasure through his body.

"I-I'm sorry," Seth pushed out, trying to tamp down on his arousal. Now was not the time for Moxley to feel his erection brushing against him.

As if reading his thoughts, Moxley's free hand slid down to the front of Seth's shorts and cupped his cock, squeezing it firmly.

"I'm glad to hear it. You know what would make me feel all better?"

Seth swallowed with difficulty, his eyes rolling back in his head when he felt Moxley's large hand gripping him so beautifully. All reason had fled, all of his blood now pumping down south. He was only concerned with keeping Moxley in close proximity.

"Hmm, what's that?" His voice cracked as he spoke, his primal need taking him apart piece by piece.

The whispered words that followed would prove to be his undoing.

"…I want you to take me home, Seth."


A/N: Thanks for your reviews, they were so great to read! Basically, reviews = updates.

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