Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

Sequel (of sorts) to When Raw Wraps. The reality show we all wish was real! What REALLY happens behind the scenes on the road. Contains many pairings. Slash, smut, comedy, light drama, bitching and backstabbing. ON HIATUS! Mid-season finale up 29 August!

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Thanks for all the feedback! Always appreciated and loved.

Still not over Coddles leaving :'( But it shows nothing should be taken for granted in wrestling. Still, finally watched ER (albeit drunk...) and YAY Sethie is back (= happy Dean!), LONG overdue!

Glad as well that people are liking the use of British indie stars like ZSJ, Ospreay and Dar (seriously that guy is FIT). I get my smark points then :P. And just as well, because Noam will appear more, as will ZSJ. Finny is a wee tart.

Finally, I knew that Enzo/Tino was underdeveloped, simply because I know not everyone saw Breaking Ground and may not be that aware of him, so didn't want to devote too much time to someone who folk may not care about. However, they were established in WRW so if y'all want more ex-NFL stallion action with cute extrovert Enzo (who's also back, yay!), then I can do that! The #Squad need to be expanded now Coddles is gone :(

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Newark, NJ, Extreme Rules, 22 May 2016

Sami Zayn padded alone down the corridor to the arena. This had been a long, sad week for the redhead. Cody leaving had left an indelible mark. Especially as Cody was due to release a statement on Twitter his reasons for doing so.

Sami hoped for tea spillage. Preferably telling the world about Miz and Corey Graves being toxic bastards. But he knew Cody was more intelligent than that. A very clever man. Just because he was a big kid backstage didn't mean he didn't have a brain. The redhead had been texting his beau all the way from the airport and Cody did seem in decent spirits, wishing Sami, Kevin and Cesaro luck for their match.

Sami threw his sports bag into the men's locker room, not caring who was there before making his way to Catering to see who was about.

A beautiful dark-haired girl appeared. Eden.

"Hey.." Sami hugged her.

She hugged him back.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked.

"This is my last show," she replied. Every inch of her being told Sami she did not want to be here. No wonder.

"Well I hope you'll kill it. Show them what talent they've wasted," Sami said.

"Trust me, I'm keeping it real cute," Eden said grimly, "I could go all out on my blog about all the times Cody...anyway, not for here."

"Agreed. Let's not be messy. Sugar cookie recipe pinned and saved," Sami said, "Yeah, I'm a beast in the kitchen. Ask Neville. I did ALL the cooking in our relationship."

Eden giggled. She liked Neville but Sami's continuous shade throwing at his Geordie ex always gave her life.

"I've brought some in for the girls," she said, "Look...I better go. See you later."

"Laters."

---

Sami padded into Catering and filled his plate with falafel, salad and hummus. He scanned the room, looking for the Squad's table. Empty.

"Hey man," came the grunt of Karl Anderson.

"Hey," replied Sami.

"How's it going?"

"Shit. I can't believe he's gone," Sami said, "I had half a mind to walk out with him."

"Don't cut your career short because they couldn't use a decent talent properly," Karl said, "Your push shows no signs of slowing."

"The Intercontinental Title scene should have had Cody involved, he fucking brought back that white belt!" Sami hissed, "Sorry Karl, ignore me. Been a bit...ya know, tetchy today."

"Can't blame ya man. If it makes you feel better, Fergal is here."

"Where is he?" asked Sami.

"Bathroom," Karl said, with a sly wink.

"Oh...I see," Sami smirked, "Backstage fun?"

"How did you guess?" replied Karl, "God man...that guy's libido is never ending."

"Oh trust me, you need to put a cork in Fergal's ass some days." Sami grinned, "He's always been that way. So. Tell me about this open relationship. How's that going?"

"Well, all his indie buddies are hitting us up," Karl said, "Honestly man. It's tough being this hot."

"Oooh who else is sniffing round?" Sami giggled.

"Hmmm...Will Ospreay," Karl said, "He started a group chat on WhatsApp and said he wanted to bang Fergal with me inside him."

"OOOH!" squealed Sami, "Ospreay's shit hot in the ring! You HAVE to."

"And as for Sabre Junior..."

"Oh God...he and Fergal fucked countless times," Sami sighed, "This will be juicy."

"Yeah...he wants to be in a Bullet Club sandwich too," Karl said, "I thought it was just Fergal they wanted."

"You're a sexy man Karl, what else can be said?" teased Sami.

"They're just being nice, I know it's Fergal they want, anyway, I'm not bothered. If any brothers want a piece of me, then that's cool. Only dude who gets me going is Fergal. I'm only a little bisexual, man."

"Fergal's a full-blown flaming homo," Sami said, "Not to mention a huge slut. I wouldn't turn down any of those indie hotties though."

"See what happens," shrugged Karl, "Between you and me, I find it hotter watching him be a complete slut. I'm happy to watch them destroy his ass."

"Hey Fergal!" Sami waved as Finn sashayed in, in VERY short ASOS shorts and a Balor Club tee.

"Hey you," gushed Finn, hugging Sami, wrapping his smooth legs around the redhead, before climbing off and attacking Karl with kisses.

"OK OK, who ya been sexting," sniggered Karl.

"Am I not allowed to kiss my man?"

"Your face is bright red," Karl snorted.

"Noam..." Finn sucked his thumb, "That boy...so naughty."

"For the love of God, tell him to get his ass to the States," Karl said.

"Maybe I did...ooopsie.." Finn covered his mouth, "Gonna spank me Karl?"

He gave Sami an evil smile and bent over, lowering his shorts a little, exposing naked ass. Sami grinned. Oh YAAAAS. This is why he loved Finn when he was happy. None of this 'bad bitch' nonsense. It was all about his man and his friends. No head cheerleader bitchiness. And plenty of outrageous displays of GAY. Finn was such a queen and yet expertly toned it down around the 'right people'. Personally, Sami wished Finn just embraced who he was regardless but he was too married to his career to risk anything.

"Cover yourself up!" hissed Karl.

"Why? Who can see?" asked Finn.

"Anyone..." grunted Karl.

"You never minded in Japan," Finn sassed, "I'm being a bad boy Karl and need sorting out."

"Want him to mince about in just a jockstrap?" Sami asked, "Because you know as well as I do that he will. He does like to tease the boys, don't you Fergal?"

Finn just gave Sami a BIG smile. Like he did whenever he posed in his signature 'Finn Freeze' manner.

Karl raised his hand.

SLAP.

SLAP.

"Owww..." Finn hissed, grinning naughtily with pain and pleasure.

He pulled up his shorts.

"YOINK!" Sami swiped the Irish minx's phone, tapping in Karl's birthday to unlock it. It was open on a WhatsApp conversation. With Noam Dar. Sami blushed and grined. Mmmmm. This was quite a treat. Nudes on both sides. Finn could really do the slutty twink booty-pop pose far too well for a 34 year old grown man.

"Fuck, Noam Dar has a huge dick.." Sami sighed.

"And he knows how to use it too," gushed Finn, "Always makes me cum. Hard. But...he's a wee boy. Not a REAL man like you Chad darlin."

Nuzzling, cuddling and kissing to a blushing Karl.

"Yeah yeah, I'm gonna go catch up with Luke," grunted the bald bearded man, "Go catch up with Zayn."

"Chad Allegra, I am not toning down the public displays whilst the poor sods here have to suffer Miz and Maryse' disgustingness," Finn said, peppering Karl's handsome face with kisses and snatching his phone back from Sami.

"I'd rather watch you two make out than those two gross-ass messes," Sami said, "Don't stop on my account."

"I'm just a fucking plaything to you, aren't I?" snorted Karl.

"Yep. With a dick that gets me wet 24/7. MWAH."

"FERGAL!" Karl was scarlet. Why him?!

Sami knew Karl secretly enjoyed the attention but just not in front of the guys. He always made minimal effort to stop Finn's pawing.

"Gerroff. Go play," Karl grunted, prising the 190-pounder from his person and walking away. Partly because he had one hell of a boner to get rid of and his workout pants did little to hide it.

"LOVE YOU!" Finn called after him.

"Loveyatoo.." Karl's distant grunt.

"Someone's hyped up," Sami teased.

"Trying to ignore the polka-dotted elephant in the room," Finn looked downcast as he perched into a chair, "Dunno how you're coping girl...I'm devastated. Still can't believe he's left."

"Not coping," admitted Sami, "Feels so empty. Like a heart of the company has gone. Eden's going after today so we haven't even got her anymore."

"I didn't think she'd stick around," replied Finn, as his phone buzzed, "Oh my...Zack!"

"Ryder?"

"Sabre Junior. Just sent me a briefs selfie. Dat bulge though.." gushed Finn, showing Sami.

"Fuck. I can see the fucking veins in that thing.." Sami fanned himself, "Seriously, Noam Dar is thirsty as fuck for your ass."

"I know, I can't belive I have a young Scot after me, and now ZSJ, biggest star in British independent wrestling right now wants me as well...what's a boy to do?" Finn sighed.

"Fergal. Stop it. You're pretty and most men want to fuck you," Sami said, "And you know it."

"A 22 year old though? I'm decrepit compared to Noam, he could get anyone he wanted and he wants my 34 year old wrinkled arse?"

"Fergal. That ass is as tight as a twink's. You're one of the best lays in the business."

"Thank you Rami. Mwah."

"Hey hey, don't push your luck boyo," Sami said.

Buzz.

Buzz.

"Noam, Noam, calm it," camped Finn.

Noam Dar:
hey sexy *devil emojis*

Noam Dar:
you at the arena yet? Got a few minutes to facetime? *tongue out emojis*

"ENZO!" roared Sami suddenly, startling Finn.

The redhead wasn't going to be stuck at this table whilst Finn and Noam Dar sexted.

"Hey man," a fully-healed Enzo Amore walked in, his wild hair hidden under an Obey snapback, bro-shaking Sami and Finn in turn.

Finn stood up and almost suffocated the smaller man (one of the few who was smaller than him!) in a huge hug.

"Don't fucking break me," Enzo complained, taking a seat.

"You returning tonight?" asked Sami.

"Uh-uh. Just watching and they told me I'm gonna make my comeback on Raw," Enzo explained, "Missed this place. How you guys doin'?"

"Bearing up," Sami said, "I'm mourning my boyfriend's walkout, whilst Fergal's just casually batting off hot men with a stick."

"Yeah what's this I've been hearing?" asked Enzo.

"You heard nothing, Amore," Finn said, "Anyhoo. We're irrelevant. Are you and Sabby an item yet?!"

"No...well...we've been hanging out in Orlando whilst I've been resting," Enzo said, "Just to see if we can do stuff besides bang everywhere."

"And?"

"Turns out Sabby is a nice dude.." Enzo smiled, "He offered to pay for everything...drove everywhere. Really made an effort."

"I think someone was trying to impress you," grinned Finn, "Oh NOAM...you naughty, bad boy!"

His phone was buzzing non stop.

"Methinks you have a stalker," Sami said, "So anyway. Sabby. Effort?"

"Yeah man," shrugged Enzo, "Been told to steer clear of strenuous activity by the docs whilst I've been off. Tell ya what, a good bang might clear me out a bit and get me back in a decent place."

"Frustration SUCKS," Sami lamented, "Invite Sabby to Raw."

"Already have," Enzo said, "I'm not gonna put it official on Facebook yet. Don't wanna jinx it."

"Do things at your own pace," Finn said, "It took me years to make it official with Chad..ahem..Karl."

"So what's the deal with you and Anderson man?" asked Enzo.

"Open relationship," Finn said, "And now some of my exes have found out because one of them, a certain wee motormouth by the name of Noam Dar, blabbed and now they want in."

"And not just any exes. Will Ospreay and ZSJ," Sami said, "Two of THE hottest names right now."

"Christ man, when this Cruiserweight shit comes along you're gonna be passed around the guys competing like a fucking doobie!" snorted Enzo.

"That's the way Fergal likes it," snorted Sami.

"And WHAT?" snapped Finn, "Slut-shaming is SO basic. I've had more men than anyone in this company and I don't care who knows. Anyhoo (he prodded Sami in the chest),I know you and Zack used to flirt, bitch."

"That was a while ago," Sami blushed, "When Ben...I mean..Neville and I were having a bad time...it was hot at the time."

"Why didn't you climb onto that dick?" demanded Finn.

"Because I wanted to make things work with Ben," pouted Sami.

"And then you went and got your hole raped by wee confirmed bottom Johnny Wrestling," sassed Finn, "Really monogamous."

Sami flipped his annoying bestie (and exfuck) off.

"Well," he said, adjusting his signature hat, "Judging by his dick game. That was not the first time he topped."

"He was versatile before he discovered Ciampa, trust me girl I know these things," Finn said, checking his nails.

"Oh by the way man," Enzo said, "Surprised youre not aware yet Finn...Gargano and Ciampa have a secret account."

"OOOH!" squealed Sami.

"Yeah OK boo, wind yer neck in," Finn Z-snapped him, "No. I wasn't aware. Bastards. I mean they only spit roasted me once."

"WHAT?!" roared Enzo, "I thought it was just Gargano and Zayn..."

"It's cos it happened on the indies and when Fergal got signed with WWE he wanted to be Little Miss Innocent and Chaste, and strangely all the tea on him vanished along with his BG East photoshoots," teased Sami, "His body count is in the hundreds, perhaps even the thousands..."

Enzo exhaled.

"Yeah OK," Finn said, "And don't get pressed at the amount of dicks that may have been in my mouth Sebei. So Enzo. Tell me because I live for Gargano/Ciampa fuck videos."

"They're called 2HotBros," Enzo said, "Have to admit I took a look. Pretty hot."

Finn and Sami both opened Twitter and followed. Well why not?

Buzz!

Buzz!

"OK if that boy doesn't stop harassing me I'm gonna..." Finn sighed.

"You would never turn down another go on that dick Fergal," Sami teased, "Just go and call him."

"Samuel. I am still recovering from the seeing-to Karl gave me earlier," Finn said, "I'm clenching if ya catch me drift."

"Who cares? Your shorts are white," Sami smirked.

"Suppose so," Finn said, "And I douche regularly."

"OH MAN!" groaned Enzo, facepalming, "Sometimes you really overshare, ya know that?!"

"That's Fergal," Sami said, "I'm used to it."

"Don't think you're getting the ins and outs of Sabby and I if we make things official," Enzo said, "Some of us don't air all our shit for the world to see."

"You are a bona fide stud and I bet you can ride a dick for America," Finn grinned.

"Shut up man. Gonna find Cass cos you two are testing me. Give my regards to Cody, Zayn."

Enzo stood up and left, phone in hand. Several WhatsApp notifications visible. All from Sabby. Yeah, right. He just wanted somewhere private to have a steamy chat!

---

Seth Rollins was feeling confident as he parked his rental car in the parking lot. Oh yes. About time. He'd sure missed WWE.

And Dean.

But had Dean missed him? He of course had okayed the liasons with Roman as he hadn't expected his man to take a vow of celibacy and only an idiot would have missed the electric chemistry that sparked between Roman and Dean. Hell, Seth was even convinced Dean was thirsting for Jericho judging by the intensity the Lunatic Fringe had put into their somewhat meaningless feud.

And Seth was also glad of something - Cody Rhodes was lucky he left before Seth returned otherwise that punk would have had a date with the Davenport native's fist for the way he, Balor and Zayn treated Dean.

But that was the past, and Seth was prepared to start his new tenure here with an open mind.

He greeted several crew members as he made his way along the corridors, looking for the locker room. He hadn't told Dean he was coming back today as he wanted it to be a surprise. Yeah, why shouldn't Seth be a bit romantic? Even he could.

Male talent...where was the sign.

Ah.

There it was.

He pushed open the door.

"Rollins! Look what the cat dragged in!" came the booming Dublin tones of Sheamus as the huge redhead strode over to broshake him.

"Sup Sheamus, hows it going man?"

"Going great, didn't expect to see you today!" Sheamus grinned.

Cesaro was next, he also bro-shook Seth.

"So you guys still together?" he asked.

"Course, does Ambrose not talk about the backstage gossip?" smirked Sheamus, arm around his beau. They were working to put the mess Wade Barrett caused behind them.

"I meant...the shit Barrett did. Man, that was bad," Seth said, "That's awesome that you've basically told him to go fuck himself. The shit about Nat and Kidd...fuck."

"Nattie hasn't spoken to me," Cesaro sighed, "She holds me responsible for dragging TJ into it."

"Was that true?" asked Seth, "Did she know about...the other thing."

"Knew about it? Seth mate, she practically ordered them to get it out their systems," Sheamus snorted.

"She was OK vith zat bit," Cesaro said, "Not the publicising it. Be careful or zat piece of British trash vill be after you und Ambrose next."

"Oh don't," groaned Seth, "I gotta face Reigns yet."

"How you dealing with that?" asked Sheamus.

"Well, I thought it'd be easier to just let them fuck," Seth sighed, "Yeah I know, pussy or what? Last time I tried to bring up the thing between them Jonny almost broke my neck. He gets so fucking defensive. I daren't mention Jericho."

"Chris is straight as hell," Cesaro said, "But I haff noticed Dean trying to flirt."

Seth huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Now you're back though mate...I bet it'll stop," Sheamus assured him, "You got through worse shit than that before."

"Don't ever go there man, those were dark times. How the fuck is Miz still employed?" Seth asked.

"Because Miz sucks the right cocks," Cesaro said, "Ooops...did I say that out loud?"

"Claude.." Sheamus said sternly.

Cesaro just made a Sassy Girl emoji in such a good imitation of Finn Balor that Sheamus facepalmed.

"He's off already," groaned the Irishman, "ANyway mate, we're gonna go grab lunch. Catch ya in a bit."

"Laters," Seth said, watching them leave before checking his phone and seeing when Dean was last online.

Just ten minutes ago by the look of it.

He tapped a message on WhatsApp:

To:Dean A
Hey :)

Buzz.

Dean A:
Colby *heart eyes*. Was worrying cos you've not replied.

Fuck it.

Seth decided to call him.

"Colby..." Dean answered instantly, "What's the matter? Why you been so quiet?"

"Just been a busy day," Seth replied, "You at the arena?"

"Bathroom," Dean said, "Look call me back in five?"

"Sure. Bye Jonny."

And then the sound of a toilet flushing from the far end of the locker room reached Seth's ears. Oh shit. Talk about coincidences. OK.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his Snapback. Thank God he dressed up to come to the arena. He was in a smart black fitted button-down and black jeans, held up with a simple belt. His wavy long black hair was tied up in a bun and covered by this hat...obviously the rules about being smartly dressed between shows were still applying then! But at least he would hopefully impress Dean and drive any thoughts of Jericho's stupid haircut and Roman Reigns' enviable tresses from the Lunatic Fringe's mind. Yes, Seth was a little jealous. But hopefully once Dean saw him...all would be back to normal.

Dean looked so cute.

The Asylum Match promo sequence had turned Seth on. He loved Dean when he was in scary crazy mode - out of the bedroom obviously. Though sometimes it was hot as fuck.

Dean ran the tap and wet his tousled mousy hair, shaking it out and snuffling like a dog, before some of the water fell into his mouth and he coughed a little. Seth snorted; Dean was such a klutz even when he tried to be elegant or cute...and the Iowa native was also now imagining what from Dean;s extensive underwear collection (seriously. In their Davenport home was a whole fucking dresser JUST for the underwear alone) was lurking under those blue jeans. Dean owned more briefs, jocks, thongs, boxer briefs etc. than actual clothes, Seth swore.

Cursing to himself, Dean padded over to the benches.

"Hey Jonny," Seth drawled.

"COLBY?!" spluttered Dean, "I was just..."

"Surprise?" shrugged Seth.

"Oh fuck..." moaned Dean and he leapt into Seth's arms, burying his craggily handsome face in the cologne-scented chest. Mmmm...Seth was wearing his favourite...this was so comforting...he felt so guilty about his affair with Roman and wished he could make it up to Seth - he could tell Seth wasn't totally cool with it despite allowing it to happen.

"Missed me?"

"Course I fucking have! Coming to Iowa once a month didn't cut it!" erupted Dean fiercely, "Come here."

Seth locked his lips onto Dean's and they made out passionately.

Dean broke the kiss and glowered into Seth's eyes.

"Love you Colby."

"Love you too Jonny."

"I know you're mad at me."

"Jonny..let's not," groaned Seth, "Only just got here."

"We need to talk. Privately."

"Whatever you say," Seth said, as Dean began to walk out. He followed Dean out of the locker room and out into the corridor. Dean led him out of a side exit and perched on some steps, shuffling up to allow Seth to sit next to him.

"Let me speak," insisted Dean.

"Fire away."

"I know you're pissed about me and Rome. Couldn't help it. The novelty wore off after the few times and I realised that it was just a fantasy cos I missed you and assumed you would be chatting up girls and shit...and cos he was married. We're still cool but that's it. I know you think I want a piece of Jericho too."

"I did not.." lied Seth.

"You did. Could tell whenever I mentioned him."

"OK maybe I was. It's cos it's Chris fucking Jericho man."

"Colby. He's a DILF, yeah I said it, but he's STRAIGHT. Anyway Miz thirsts for him. I may be no angel but I am NOT him."

Seth was relieved to hear it come from Dean's mouth. Phew. Now to address the other elephant in the room, which he knew was bothering Dean immensely.

"Tell ya what," he said, "Lucky Rhodes finally fucked off before I came back or we would have had a severe problem."

"Ugh. Tell me about it," huffed Dean, "I just wish he took Zayn and Balor with him. They're worse than he is. Him and Zayn were just gross, acting like they were love's young dream when they only hooked up cos nobody else wanted either of them. I pity Neville. They always bitched about him."

"Zayn had better watch his back."

"I just wish Barrett got THEM fired instead of himself," Dean said.

"So now he's gone and you're no longer trying to impress him, does that mean your credit card bills have gone down?" smirked Seth.

"The underwear thing wasn't a stunt to try and impress Rhodes!" snorted Dean, "I like how I look and how they make me feel!"

"That fucking dresser at home is getting full," Seth said, "I mean it...you have a problem."

"Colby it is my money and if I want to blow half my paychecks on sexy underwear to seduce you in it is my God given right."

---

Finn finally found somewhere private. Despite having vigorous sex with Karl just a couple of hours ago, he was horny once more. Noam Dar was relentless. Spamming him constantly with nudes from his camera roll to try and goad him into Facetiming. It was flattering to Finn because Noam was so young. And so thick and muscular...mmmm...oh God Finn was painfully hard. His arsehole was twitching. He was SUCH a mess.

He stripped off his Balor Club tee and unbuttoned the tiny white shirts, shimmying out of them and kicking off his sneakers, leaving just his jockstrap. Yeah he had underwear on today. Barely. He took a selfie, making sure to booty-pop, and sent it to Noam.

Fergal Devitt:
Hey sexy bum :P alone at last.

Buzz.

Noam Dar:
*heart eye emojis* FUCK YES MAN *water drops emojis*

Noam Dar:
I need to be in that *hand raise emoji* *devil emoji*

Fergal Devitt:
Well why don't you hop on a wee plane and come see me Orlando *sassy girl emoji*

Noam Dar:
Talk later. Horny AF *aubergine emoji*

Buzz.

*cock selfie*

Finn whipped his jock off. Oh fuck yes Noam.

He began to fist his cock on video, moaning to the camera. He sent it to Noam.

Buzz.

Noam Dar:
OH FUCK YES! *heart eyes* wanna see you play with your arse man

Noam Dar:
I want u so bad RN

*video of Noam jerking himself hard, moaning in his sexy Scottish accent*

Noam Dar:
so close

Noam Dar:
seriously been horny all day waiting for you to reply...just imagining getting this in yer tight wee arse and making u scream again

Finn was already on his back, two fingers inside himself, fingering desperately. Times like this he needed some additional help. But why when he had Karl, a real boyfriend to satisfy his needs? But Noam was so good in bed. He was strong and boyish yet manly. He did make Finn scream like a girl every time. And he was a lad. Rough accent. Two things guaranteed to get Finn to drop his briefs.

Buzz.

Noam had sent a 30 second video.

Finn opened it.

Oh wow...he STILL had it? From 2013...when they hooked up.

"Oh fuck yeah man.." Noam grunted as he held Finn's legs wide open, his powerful hips smashing against those smooth buns as Finn screamed like a slut.

"OHHH! Oh Noam! Don't stop! don't stop!"

"Fuck yes Devitt, scream for us man."

"AHhh! AHH! Noam..."

The camera shakily closed in on Finn's sweat sheened pretty face. Finn licked his lips.

Finn remembered this particular time well. He'd inhaled a lot of poppers whenever he was with Noam because of the eager young Scot's girth...

The camera moved to show Finn's throbbing cock, leaking precum all over his razor-sharp abs.

"You're gonna make me cum again Noam darlin.."

"Fuck yeah man. Gonna fuck you through this fuckin' mattress yeah?"

"PLEASE!"

And the video ended.

Finn was now finger-fucking himself feverishly, filming it with his phone, whining and mewling into the camera.

He sent it to Noam.

Noam Dar:

*video of him exploding with a flotilla of masculine growls, cusses and grunts in his gorgeous Ayr accent before showing his handsome face with a sated smile, whispering 'fuck yes Devitt' before turning off*

Finn began to wank himself off hard and fast. God he needed to cum soon after seeing that video. They were hot together, he and Noam.

He was getting close.

Quick, turn the camera on...bit more, c'mon...oh God...fuck...Finn could feel it boiling up inside of him...here we go...

"AHHH! OH NOAM!" he squealed, convulsing wildly and spraying his ripped body with a massive release which surprised him as he though Karl had fucked it all out of him earlier...

He stopped recording and sent it to Noam.

Buzz.

A selfie of Noam on his bed, smiling at the camera and showing his nude body.

Noam Dar:
Empty space next to me that could use an occupant ;)

Noam Dar:
You're so hot man *heart eyes* I need to be in you SOON man...Anderson is a lucky bastard.

Fergal Devitt:
It'll only be sex Noam...you know that.

Noam Dar:
I know ;)

Fergal Devitt:
I mean it Noam. We're friends and have earthshattering sex...but that's it. *kiss emoji*

---

Best Western Plus Robert Treat Hotel, Newark, NJ

The man in the double room in this 3-star hotel not far from the Red Bull Arena sighed heavily as he read the message one more time.

Noam Dar looked over at the pillow beside his sheend, naked, muscular body and imagined a pretty Irishman laying on it. Should he tell Finn he was in the States and the same city? How could he? He had some time off so he'd decided to go to WWE but chickened out of asking for a backstage pass at Extreme Rules. So he had to be content with spamming Finn with smut until the Irishman gave in (he'd guessed Finn would be backstage from his Facebook posts about Karl). And he didn't disappoint.

Was 22-year-old Noam in love with Finn?

He wasn't sure.

All he knew is that good arse should never be let away. He'd had plenty of male and female bed partners since Finn but nobody quite hit the mark. Finn was the first fellow wrestler Noam had banged...and Noam thought that Finn, beautiful, talented and respected...wouldn't look twice at him. So he'd worked hard to give Finn sex he'd never forget.

And Finn had been addicted to him. He'd been the one sending thirsty messages on Twitter, WhatsApp...even Instagram direct messaging! Noam still had the hole and arse pics from 2013 in his iCloud somewhere (ideal wank bank material!)

Noam couldn't sneak to the Red Bull Arena. Finn would be mad.

But he had to tell someone.

He tapped a direct message to iLikeSamiZayn

Hey Zayn *thumbs up* good luck mate xx

Buzz.

From: iLikeSamiZayn

oh hey big guy *wink emoji* thought you wanted Fergal? x

To: iLikeSamiZayn

I do man *hearteyes* erm...have a wee confession *cheeky monkey emojis*

He took a selfie, making sure his cock was out of sight.

Buzz.

From:iLikeSamiZayn

Ok youre obviously naked *devil emoji* btw Fergal showed me your dick pics. No wonder he's thirsty for you *aubergine emojis* *eye emoji*

To: iLikeSamiZayn

Cheeky ;) erm...I may be in Newark *cheeky monkey with covered mouth emoji*

---

"WHAT?!" Sami cried.

"What's up with ya now?" groaned Kevin Owens.

They were in Catering in front of a monitor as their match was due to happen soon.

"Where's Fergal?" Sami asked, "Karl! I need your boy."

"He went to go phone sex Dar," Karl said, "I wouldn't go looking yet."

Kevin just shook his head. Dear me. He could NOT get his head around the gay stuff. So much casual slutting about going on. He kept losing track of who was dating whom backstage. And Miz was still trying to flirt with him. Disgusting.

"Karl," Sami said, "Check this out."

He showed Karl his phone:

From NoamDar

Cheeky ;) erm...I may be in Newark *cheeky monkey with covered mouth emoji*

"What? I see nothing wrong?" Karl smirked.

"You may want to warn Fergal. This kid's more than just horny for him, he's obsessed!" Sami said, "He's fucking flown to the states to try and bang him! Do you not see the problem here?"

"I'm not a drama queen," Karl said, "I invited him. So what if the kid likes Fergal?"

"Thats your boyfriend!" Sami spluttered.

"I knew what we were getting into when all his exes started hitting him up," Karl said, "Zayn, honestly bro, really appreciate your concern but you have nothing to worry about. We're open and okay with it. I'm sorry about Rhodes leaving but calm the fuck down."

Sami blushed.

"Sorry," he said, "Just...the amount Dar seems to message him..."

"It is a lot..which is why I invited him out here," Karl said, "I want Fergal to enjoy himself."

"But you don't want a weird stalker," Sami said, "OK well...should things get sinister...you know where I am. Sorry again...about interfering. Just trying to keep my mind off of Cody going."

"How has it affected shit between you?" asked Karl.

"We're still messaging daily," Sami said, "But I do worry. I love him so much and I think he'll get bored of me once he takes the next step in his career..."

"Don't be paranoid bro," Karl said as two arms appeared around his middle, kissing his neck, "Well hello trouble. Have a nice sext?"

"Ssssssssh," Finn said, "What ya doing?"

"Zayn's just telling me stuff," Karl said.

"Ooh what?"

"About Coddles," Sami said, "Anyhoo, enough about me. Fergal..."

"A surprise," Karl said.

"Oooh I love surprises," beamed Finn, "Is it that SUPER CYOOTE cuddly giraffe I saw in town?"

"Oh that's in our hotel room," Karl said casually, "I mean..oh fuck it I'm bad at this shit."

"YOU BOUGHT THE WEE GIRAFFE?!" squeaked Finn, leaping onto Karl, "Yaaaay!"

"Calm it man!" mumbled Karl as Sami doubled over with giggles.

"I expect it on Snapchat," Sami said, "Now you're FINALLY using it more."

"So what else you got for me? Body oil so I can slick you up for my perving pleasure?" grinned Finn, "Body paint for me to lick off? A posing pouch for me to ogle you in?"

"Mind out the gutter," Karl snapped, "No..I mean.."

"You suck, Anderson," Sami said, "Allow me. A certain Scottish man who wants to smash the shit out of you is currently in a hotel a few blocks away from this arena."

"Liar, good one Sami," snarked Finn.

"Not lying," Sami said, "Karl invited him."

"Is he hazing me?" asked Finn to Karl.

"Nope. Look, I invited Dar out here cos he had some free time and I figured..."

"Chad...you darling.." gushed FInn, "Oh man...I feel like such a bitch now...parading him around and you did this for me to make me happy...*kisses*."

"Making you happy is what I like, man," Karl replied, kissing his boy back.

"I want to spend tonight with you though as you look amazing in that new jacket I had made," Finn said, "No cheap tat, this is a quality piece. Got it done OUTSIDE WWE and it cost me a pretty penny. So treat it with care please Chad."

"I will," Karl grunted.

"He will tear you apart if you lost or damaged it," Sami warned him.

"I know it's more than my life is worth, don't worry," Karl said, "I have to go get ready. Behave will you?"

"I have to go make myself look beautiful," Finn said.

"You're watching a pay per view backstage!" snorted Sami.

"SO?! I could be debuting later, who knows?" Finn replied.

He sashayed away, whistling his own theme to himself.

Karl leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly, running his hands over his bald head. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders all of a sudden and Sami's interest was piqued.

"You OK brother?" asked the redhead.

"No...Zayn..." Karl began.

"Karl?"

"I lied just now."

"What about?"

"I didn't invite Dar. I made that up on the spot to keep Fergal happy. What the hell do I do? I don't mind being open, I promise..."

"WHAT?" gasped Sami, "So basically, Dar's flown from Scotland to New Jersey to bang Fergal and didn't tell you, his BOYFRIEND? OK, I am not down with this. You have to put a stop to it."

"Why? It's what Fergal wants, and it makes him happy."

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I do!" snapped Karl, "I wouldn't have been okay with opening our relationship if not."

"Noam Dar is stalking Fergal," Sami said, "It's one thing to send nudes. It's quite another to fly across an ocean to get a piece of ass!"

"Watch your mouth Zayn! He is more than just a 'piece of ass'!" spluttered Karl.

"Sorry...but you know what I mean. Dar's not exactly...shall we say ugly, is he? He'd have no problems getting laid back home! He's obviously in love with Fergal. Did you set up any ground rules?"

"Well...sort of."

"SOrt of?! You'll lose that boy if you don't lay the law down, stat!"

"OK, OK. I'll go talk to him once my match is done."

---

Raw, Baltimore, MD, 23 May 2016

"Hey Claudio," Sami sighed to the big Swiss as they filled their plates in Catering.

"Hey," replied Cesaro, "What's the matter with you? Missing Cody?"

"Yeah," Sami sighed, "But not just that. More drama to deal with."

"His wife claiming him?"

"No no...nothing like that. it's Fergal. Again."

"You fallen out?" asked Cesaro, sinking into his seat and wincing. Ow. The Fatal Four Way match had gotten him VERY horny last night. He and Sheamus had been fucking A LOT. The poor Irishman had barely been able to make Raw tonight! The Swiss didn't know what was with him lately - they;'d never been more physically into one another. Maybe it was the strength brought out by the nasty Wade Twitter drama?

And Cesaro kept his Xtube going as an act of pure defiance. The videos were getting more and more naughty. He'd made Sheamus fuck him this morning in ring gear. He may as well just sell the story to TMZ now.

"Suffering from the match still?" asked Sami, "All the wrestling sites said we stole the show."

"Zat's good. Nein. Ahem. Zis is not a verk injury," smiled the Swiss.

"Fuck you Claudio. Rub my face in it. Just me and a dildo last night!" pouted Sami.

"Sorry. Stephen's like a raging bull lately," grinned Cesaro.

"You just can't keep your legs closed, that ass is busting out your trunks," smirked Sami.

Cesaro was eyeing up the outline in Sami's black tights. The pillow talk between him and Sheamus had taken a turn this morning. They had discussed open relationships, seeing as it was the messy triangle with Fandango that had brought them both back together. Sheamus said he'd be up for the occasional guest, and Cesaro admitted that he was curious to see how Sami fared as a top. Sheamus was a touch jealous because of the Syrian's and Swiss' past together.

"Lock yourself up mate," came the cheery drawl of the big Celtic redhead, "He's on heat today."

"Stephen..." Cesaro gave an adorable chuckle as Sheamus kneeled beside him, leaning into his chest.

"Awwwww..." cooed Sami, "One thing the Barrett mess taught me was how cute you two are."

Sheamus pecked Cesaro;'s head.

"Don't go telling the lads," he smirked, "Could lose credibility."

"You and Karl Anderson are too alike. Afraid of losing masculinity by showing affection for the hot men you share your beds and bodies with," teased Sami, "Men, huh, Claudio?"

Cesaro stood up to allow Sheamus to take his seat, before resting his Herculean form on the pale muscular man, nuzzling into the thick chest and generally making contented noises.

"Someone wore themselves out," Sheamus whispered.

"Mmm-hmm," purred Cesaro.

"Awwwwwwwwww! Stop it, I'm getting jealous and a boner," Sami teased.

"Thanks for sharing Zayn."

"You're a hot couple, what can I say?" Sami said, "Claudio, what was the link you DM'd me?"

"Oh GOD. It's his Xtube," Sheamus said.

"Stephen you told me to send it," Cesaro smiled.

"So you never took it down after the Barrett mess?"

"Nope. Why should my bitter ex-best-mate ruin our fun?" Sheamus asked, "Claude! Behave!"

He slapped Cesaro's wandering hand away.

"Spoilsport," Cesaro grinned, "Stephen..."

He pouted and gave puppy dog eyes. Which for a guy like him was an impressive feat. Sami snorted. Sheamus rolled his eyes. Oh God. Why was Cesaro morphing more and more into the Three (now Two) Amigos? Not that he didn't appreciate all the sex, but...a man needed SOME recovery time seeing as they had to wrestle tonight!

"Yeah?"

"Don't make me work Miz. I can't deal vith him at all today."

"Sorry Claude, I don't have that power." Sheamus took Cesaro's hand.

"I haff a sore ass."

"CLAUDE."

"Sign of a good fuck," Sami shrugged, "Man...mine could use some serious stimulation. Ooops that just slipped out, sorry boys."

"Then you'll be pleased to know mine got a serious wrecking this morning," came another Irish accent as Finn Balor appeared, "Oh, hey Cesaro, Sheamus."

Cute wave.

"Oh it's Fergal come to stick the boot in," groaned Sami, "Hey trouble."

He hugged and pecked his bestie.

"Sheamus, look what I got sent," Finn produced a box of Barry;s Tea, "Fancy a cup?"

"Could use one, I have a very horny fella about my person," Sheamus said as Finn padded to the hot water urn and filled two mugs.

"Oh thanks Fergal," snarked Sami.

"I vuld like some tea," Cesaro piped up.

"I was getting to you, fellow countrymen before all," Finn Z-snapped before bending naughtily over the table to make the tea, his shorts clinging to every curve of his booty.

"Oh BLOODY HELL! I can see what he had for breakfast!" groaned Sheamus as Sami and Cesaro howled with laughter.

Once four mugs of tea were made and milk was found, the four men formed a circle, Finn deciding to sit on Sami's lap. For once it wasn't a gay bitchfest, instead conversation turned to the art of wrestling, discussing and dissecting last night's show, and Sami's meticulousness came to the fore, which got him the usual ribs about how he liked to put matches together. Whenever Finn was around men besides his lovers and besties, he toned down the campness expertly, and was generally far more like his public self. Apart from being sat on Sami's lap, that was!

"Sorry Claudio, Sheamus, but I need to talk to Fergal alone," Sami said, "Private."

"Don't mind us," Cesaro had a wicked smirk.

"CLAUDE.." growled Sheamus, cuffing him playfully.

"OK, Ok, sorry Stephen. I vill behave."

"You better. Come on."

Sheamus pushed the hunk off his lap and hauled him away. Cesaro however, stopped. He turned to earwig, grinning.

"CLAUDE!"

Sheamus grabbed Cesao's long, sinewy arm and heaved, almost pulling the mischeivous Swiss off his feet before Cesaro reluctantly followed him out.

"So GURL," Sami said.

"Sami. Love you but that's Cody's thing," Finn said sadly.

"Trying to keep his spirit alive," Sami said, "Fergal. What dick was in that ass last night?"

"Karl's."

"So no Scottish D?"

"No. Didn't get a chance. Karl was an ANIMAL after Extreme Rules. He threw little me around the bedroom and almost broke the bed!" gushed Finn, "He woke me up this morning as well by eating me arse out until I had an orgasm just from THAT. I forgot about Noam until I checked me phone and there was a few dick pics. Sami. You OK, hun?"

"I just miss Cody and something about Dar, hot as fuck though he is, worries me."

"I can handle a horny wee boy, Sami, dear God."

"Suppose he wants more than just the occasional fuck? I mean, he's in the States for the sole purpose of laying you and you didn't even go to him. He bought a hotel room for nothing. His plane ticket was for nothing."

"Didn't think about that," admitted Finn, "What's he gonna do? Come to Baltimore to try and get me again? He's so hot he could have found a Grindr twink to jizz in easy."

Buzz.

"See?" Sami said, "He's obsessed with you!"

"It's not from Noam...oh MY...wanna see something hot?"

"I need dick," Sami complained, "Not just Cody's personality I miss, Fergal."

Finn showed Sami his phone.

From: Zack Sabre Jr
Morning :P
*15 second video of his hard cock being pulled from tight white briefs* *aubergine emoji*

"You should have had a ride when you got the chance," grinned Finn.

"I'm not as big a slut as you," clapped back Sami.

"PLEASE hun. Want me to tell the world about that one tour you did?!" Finn said, "When every wrestler on it came through you like a turnstile?!"

"Jealous cos you never thought of it first," smirked Sami, "Ya know, being used like that was such a rush."

"So was riding every opponent in a month that time," Finn replied, "Set meself a wee challenge. Could I get every lad I wrestled into my bed after our matches? Amazing how many were up for it. That was what I miss about New Japan. Whenever I went home for a few weeks it was basically one huge dick hunt."

"And then sometimes you;'d stay in Japan with Karl," Sami said.

"Yeah. I don't regret waiting that long to finally make things official with him," Finn said, "But I do still enjoy playing with others from time to time."

"Do you know the exact number you've slept with?" asked Sami.

"Define slept with," Finn replied, "We talking handjobs? Blowjobs or just anal?"

"In general, I only count it if penetration occurs, anyone can suck a dick," Sami said.

"To be honest. No," Finn said, "I have been with a LOT of guys though. But I'm not ashamed of who I am. If people want to judge me based on how many dicks have been in me mouth and arse as opposed to my wrestling ability, my talent at building Lego or whatnot then that's their sad life. ENZO!"

"And is that...oh my that's Tino with him! Check out Enzo's swag...no wonder."

Enzo Amore had wandered in, and following close behind, dressed to kill in a Prada suit, was Tino Sabatelli, looking like he'd strolled in from the Cannes festival. Even Enzo was dressed in a more restrained and dapper manner than his usual wild self.

"How you doin?" he drawled, removing his shades and bro-shaking each of them in turn.

"Sabby," Finn nodded.

Tino shook Finn's hand and then Sami's.

"About time," Sami said, "Been taking him shopping have we, cos that attire slays, Enzo."

"Thanks man," Enzo sank into a chair, "I'm coming back on TV tonight so wanted to make a good impression. Plus, Sabby paid."

"Yeah," Tino pulled up a chair next to Enzo and pecked his cheek.

"Hear you've been nursing him," Sami grinned.

"Why wouldn't I? Dude could have broken his fucking neck!" Tino said, "Plus, thought it'd be cool to come backstage to Raw and take it all in. Don't want Owens to call me out on Twitter do I?"

"That loser Bronson Matthews still trying to teach you to wrestle?" demanded Finn.

"Yup."

"Hater," Enzo quipped, "Still, who debuted before him?"

"Exactly," Sami finished, "Poor Fergal, stuck with all those losers."

"HEY!" Finn slapped Sami around the back of the head, "One, there's still some good folk there. Two, I'M still in charge down there and wherever I am, is the place to be. I'm SO telling Bayley you called her a loser."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me ginger. RAZZZZZZZZP."

"Man, you guys must miss Rhodes as you both are mini versions of him," Enzo remarked, "Especially you Ferg. Your mannerisms are just like his."

"They are NOT."

"They are, Fergal," Sami said.

"I'm going for a wee," Finn pouted, "Haters, the lot of you."

He flounced off in a huff, whilst Enzo and Sami doubled over with silent mirth. Tino just looked slightly taken aback. It was a bit full on here at Raw. John Cena was here, all the big stars, and here he was, barely debuted. He felt somewhat unwelcome but Triple H had been all for allowing him a taste of the big leagues. Even Kevin Owens hadn't publicly dragged him on Twitter like he'd done to Bronson, Hugo, Nia and Eva all those months ago for posting the mucking-about video.

"So," Sami beamed, "Are you two official now?"

"Ain't putting labels on nothing man," Enzo said, "Just seeing how shit goes, right?"

"Mmm-hmm," Tino took Enzo's face in his tanned, ring-shod hands and began to make out with him.

"OK, OK, I didn't need visual aids," complained Sami.

"Hater," Enzo had a huge grin on his face.

"Bottom."

"Oh really man? Gonna do it like that are you? Squealer."

"Shut up Amore. Just because I like to be vocal."

Tino wasn't sure what to do with himself right now.

Sami just grinned adorably. Radiating sunshine. Nobody could ever be mad at him for long.

"Well well, if it isn't Sunshine Sami and his band of merry men," came Becky Lynch's musical drawl.

"Well if isn't Becky with the good hair!" Sami replied, indicating Becky's wavy tresses of blonde and ginger. She was morphing more and more into a pre-Raphaelite goddess by the week.

"Single Becky with the good hair. Oh hey there Sabby, come to have a taste of the main roster?" Becky said.

"Uh-huh," Tino replied, pulling Enzo onto his lap. He wasn't going to treat little Enzo like his dirty secret and was determined to act out and proud. He'd bedded several high-profile players in his NFL days but those were close-guarded secrets. It sucked having to keep it on the downlow to keep rednecks happy.

"AWWWWWWWWW!" squealed Becky, "I have been waiting for the day you finally stopped just being fuck buddies.."

"REBECCA!" snapped Sami reproachfully.

"So where's the apple of my eye and chief troublemaker?" asked Becky.

"Crying in homosexual while he has a sit-down pee," Sami said, "Because Enzo said he's Coddles-lite."

"I see no lies being told...by the way Sami, how you coping with that?" asked Becky, between giggles at Sami's wicked way with words, "It isn't the same without him."

"Struggling," Sami admitted, "Always messaging each other though. But yeah. Miss everything about him. Feels like the heart's been taken out of the company. Fergal trying to be him just isn't quite the same."

"And how do you know he's sitting to take a piss?!" snorted Enzo.

"Because he just snapchatted me and I screengrabbed for blackmail purposes," Sami said nonchalantly.

"Send it to me!" Becky smirked.

"Why? There's peen visible," Sami said.

"About as close as I'll ever get to it," Becky shrugged.

Tino raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Becky said, "Who doesn't fancy Fergal?"

"After all these years you admit it," Sami said, sending the snapchat screenshot, "Enjoy Bex."

THe photo appeared on Becky's phone. It was Finn, yes, as Sami described, scowling comedically and flipping the camera off with the caption 'sit down wee yo' *sassy girl emoji*'.

She howled with laughter.

"Why do I want to tweet this to Samoa Joe?" she said.

"Because making fun of Fergal gives us all life?" Sami said, "Dare you."

BeckyLynchWWE oh check this scary demon out SamoaJoe wwebalor *demon emojis*

SamoaJoe wwebalor BeckyLynchWWE MAN I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT! *mask emoji* my fucking eyes *disgusted emoji*

wwebalor SamoaJoe BeckyLynchWWE I'm pretending its your face Joe *sassy girl emoji* *kiss emoji*

"OH BLOODY HELL FERGAL!" squealed Becky, "He's too much! How are we not getting a huge bollocking for this?"

"What did he say?" asked Sami.

"I'm pretending it's your face Joe," she read, "Ew. Ew. Ew."

"Who wouldn't want Fergal's big fat ass on their face though, lesbe honest," Sami said.

"Hey, I'm guilty of scoping that thing out," Enzo chimed in, "I upped my squat reps to try and get one like his."

"Don't need to," Tino purred, Enzo's petite form was sat in just the right place. Awkward boner alert.

CodyRhodes wwebalor SamoaJoe WWEBeckyLynch I see peen *monkey with covered mouth emojis*

"And now Wee Cody's seen it," Becky said, "Awwww...he's tweeting pictures of you Sami."

"Is he..." Sami blushed.

Buzz.

From: Coddles
Hey you *heart eyes* see its all fun and games still without me hehehe xxx

Sami was beaming as he tapped a reply.

To: Coddles

Not the same babe :( Miss your smile...cologne...your hot body...your sass :( :( xxxx

Buzz

From: Coddles
Getting some bookings emailed already *monkey emoji* will tell in due course *kiss emojis*

"Ooooh Coddles is getting bookings...that means he's gonna stay wrestling," Sami said.

"Has he put out a statement yet?" asked Enzo.

"Imagine if he went to New Japan and joined the original Bullet Club?" Becky said.

"I WOULD STAN!" Sami squealed, before putting on a heavy Bray accent, "And Fergal would legit do a sex wee in his trunks."

"SAMI!" Becky covered her face in horror.

---

Finn left the mens room and padded out of a side exit. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and sparked one up. He'd found himself wanting to smoke more since Cody left. In a way the smell reminded him of the ravenette.

He loved Karl so much. But Cody had left a place in his heart that would never quite be fully filled up. Karl understood. What a wonderful man. Finn knew he'd been an idiot to dump him before travelling to Orlando to sign with WWE and end up with the disappointment that was Wade. Well they said everything happened for a reason.

His phone began to ring.

Noam Dar.

"Hey," he said.

"Afternoon," Noam replied.

"Yeah um...I know you're out in the states," Finn said, "Noam...why you wasting your money?"

"I had some time off between bookings so wanted to come check out WWE," Noam said, "I don't mind. Been nice to travel. You at Raw I'm assuming?"

"Yeah. I accompany Karl on the road at the start of every week."

"Want to come chill?"

"Noam...if ya want, I can get you in as a guest and you can meet my friends?"

"Mate, I don't wanna be too...forward. I;m in a hotel just down the road from the arena, man. Come chill. Be nice to have a wee catch up."

"As long as it's not a Netflix and chill," Finn said, "What hotel?"

Noam gave him the name and street.

"OK hun, I'll be there," Finn said.

"See you soon sexy."

Noam hung up.

Finn exhaled.

He tapped a text to Karl.

To: Chad *heart emoji*

hi darlin, erm...Noam's in Baltimore. Invited me to his hotel. Will drop location. Love you *heart emojis* xxxx

Buzz.

From: Chad *heart emoji*

OK cool man :) be safe. Love you too xx

Finn had a warm glow inside at seeing that. Even in texts Karl was being openly affectionate. They both had a couple selfie as their lock screens too.

Finn checked Google Maps. It was within walking distance. As he set off down the street (and got mugged by several fans for photos and autographs in the process) his phone rung once more.

"Hello?"

"Hey!" came a cheery Essex accent.

"Will! How are you?"

"Doing good, loving Japan! Got a huge match with Ricochet on the 27th. We reckon it will change wrestling."

"Oh wow, awesome. I'll be watching. Yeah I'm just in Baltimore for Raw. Off to see Noam. He's in America and in town."

"Oh..." Will Ospreay sounded a touch jealous.

"You know I always have time for you William," giggled Finn.

"I hope so," Will said, "Cos...well..."

"I know, I know, you wanna play with me AND Karl you naughty boy," Finn giggled.

"I do. You're both hot as, mate."

"So are you. You had me speaking in tongues when we had sex."

"Your arse is fucking amazing that's why...man..I'm just chilling at the dojo right now...having a cheeky wank."

"William. Behave, I'm in the street."

"Not on loudspeaker am I? What ya got on?"

"Normal clothes because I don't think the residents of Baltimore would appreciate me in me jock...hehehe. But I have one under me shorts."

"Those grey ones that cling to your arse? Love you in those man. Seriously you have the most amazing arse.. I get a boner watching all your matches."

"Cos I don't wear knickers."

"Samoa Joe best expose that arse at Takeover man."

"But then Triple H will spank me hehehehe."

"You love it Devitt."

"Yeah I do. Listen Will...I'll call ya later? At the hotel now."

"Have fun. Laters mate."

"See ya. mwah."

Finn sighed. Oh what was his life?! All these hot young indie stars lobbying to get him into their beds! Ospreay. Dar. Sabre Junior. Admittedly Finn shouldn't have slept with them all in the first place but still...they were all so young, hungry (and full of testosterone. Mmmmmm) and eager to make a name for themselves. He checked his reflection in the window of the hotel before heading inside.

One lift ride later, he was whistling Stardust's theme to himself as he padded along the corridor...hmm...210...212...214...ahh 216.

He knocked.

THe door opened.

"Hey!" beamed Noam Dar. He was in a tight muscle vest and Bjorn Borg briefs. Showing bulge aplenty. Finn's eyes widened.

Oh hello.

He grinned.

"Hey," he said.

"Come on in."

The former NXT Champ wandered inside.

"Interrupt your dressing did I?" he teased, perching on the bed and kicking off his blue Vans.

"Not at all man," Noam climbed back on the bed, "Was just chilling,y'know?"

He oh-so-casually lowered his laptop and Finn spotted PornHub open. His lip curled and he sucked his thumb naughtily.

"Come on, I've just showered," Noam said, gesturing for Finn to lay beside him.

"Been lifting?" purred Finn, shuffling up and laying opposite the Scottish hunk.

"Oh yeah, gotta keep the guns big," Noam flexed to show off his thick arms. Finn licked his lips and his arsehole was twitching already. He was such a hot mess; "Have a wee feel."

Finn reached out and stroked the Scot's thick, brawny bicep. Mmmmmm.

"So, how long ya here for? Where ya headed after today? I'm going back to Orlando after Raw," Finn said.

"Me too. Thought I could catch up with Danny Burch and some other indie lads," Noam replied with a grin.

"How convenient," quipped the naughty Irish minx. He rolled over onto his stomach, oh-so-casually but obviously in a way to pop up his booty.

"Reckon you'll win it back at Takeover?"

"Nope. Blow off match and I'm gonna go to Raw."

"Reclaim 'The Club'?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'll team with Sami to take down big meaniepants Kev AKA the world's sassiest cub," giggled Finn.

"You're not on PG TV now man," chuckled Noam.

"Oh I know that," Finn smiled, "When's your next booking?"

Noam shrugged.

"Be nice to talk about stuff besides wrestling," he said, edging closer.

"Like what? The weather?"

Noam huffed. Jesus. Finn was toying with him. How obvious did he have to be?! God it was never this tough to get him to drop that jock last time! He liked Finn as a person, thought he was a really sweet guy if a bit of a bitch sometimes...but damn. The young Scot had needs!

He decided to go for broke and pulled Finn into a searing kiss. Whimpers and scrabbling away aplenty from the much-older Irishman before Finn just gave in to wicked desires and kissed just as fiercely back, grinding against the muscular Scot.

"Noam..." he gasped, "Easy tiger."

"I'm literally dying of horn here man," growled Noam, "You're so fucking hot.."

"So are you...ahhh...watch those...ahhh...wandering hAAANDS!" he squeaked as Noam's hand slipped up the leg of his shorts and began to caress inside his thighs.

"Come on, relax a little man," Noam whispered, "Get them off. Chill."

"Good job they wont be using me on the show, huh?" Finn remarked, peeling off his grey shorts. He was in a barely-there baby-blue Andrew Christian jockstrap.

Noam instantly began to grope his bulge, kissing away his moans and whines. Finn was already hungrily stroking the sizeable tent in Noam's briefs.

"We got all night," the Scot growled.

"I'm only wee...you'll wear me out," Finn mewled.

"You're 190 mate," Noam smirked, reaching to help Finn off with his shirt. He suddenly sprang, pinning the hottie to the bed and biting his neck like a vampire. He was going to make sure the world knew Finn had been a bad boy.

"AHHHH!"

"Fuck yeah...you smell so good.." snarled Noam, continuing to suck and bite on the Irishman's neck, leaving one heck of a hickey, before planting fat kisses down those defined pecs and legendary abs. Noam was obsessed with Finn's abs and always spent ages on them, tracing the contours and lines with his tongue. Finn was humping the air, a wet spot forming on the front of his jock.

Noam crawled back until that bulge was level with his face. He sniffed and inhaled the Celt's scent. Mmmmmmmmmmm. He could worship Finn for hours. The fact that he was an even bigger star nowadays, being in WWE only served to make Noam more obsessed with him. He felt so priveleged to have him in his bed right now.

"Lemme pleasure you..." whined Finn.

"Uh-uh..." Noam grunted. He wriggled back and Finn's legs shot up and opened on instinct; "Roll over baby."

Finn didn't need teling twice. He deftly rolled onto his stomach, arse up. He reached for his discarded shorts and pulled his phone out.

"Slag," teased Noam.

"You love it Noam."

"Love yer arse man."

SLAP.

"ohhh yeah...slap it again.."

SLAP.

Noam pulled FInn's perfect arse cheeks open and buried his handsome face between them with a groan, before eating hungrily. Fuck YES. What an arse. He could eat this lad out for fucking HOURS.

"AHHH!" squealed Finn, pushing back to get more of that magical boyish tongue, "AHH! OH NOAM...AAHHH!"

He took a snapchat and sent it to Sami with the caption 'oooops *sassy girl emoji* *devil emoji*

He was such a shameless whore.

Noam continued to feast on Finn, drunken on testosterone and the beautiful Celt's pheremones. Fuck what a hottie. Seriously. No wonder every wrestler with a pulse wanted to do him! Wait your fucking turns, lads. He moaned and grunted as he pulled his head away, planting kisses all over the smooth cheeks.

"Suck my cock." he snarled.

Finn was facing him in a flash, yanking Noam's briefs down his thick thighs and hot mouth engulfing his throbbing cock. Finn greedily sucked and slurped, taking in every inch of the sultry Scot...mmm...he did like young dick...mmmm fuck yes...made him SO horny..

Noam peeled off his tight vest before grabbing Finn by his hair.

"Beautiful man," he purred before kissing him fiercely, enjoying Finn's cute squeaks between the kisses, "Ready to be fucked?"

"Mmmm hmm.." whined Finn. "Need you Noam.."

"Good lad..." Noam growled, freeing Finn's weeping cock from the confines of his jock and tossing him off.

"You'll make me cum Noam...don't like cumming from being wanked."

"I know baby," Noam whispered, kissing him tenderly, "I just like touching ye."

"Let me touch you boyo.." whimpered Finn, caressing Noam's balls and hardon.

"OHhh FUCK..yeah man, touch us.."

Finn just licked his lips, enjoying having the young Scot eating out of his hand for a change.

Noam then wrestled Finn to the bed onto his back with a snarl. He yanked the jockstrap off the Irish slut completely, tossing it over his shoulder, before wriggling out of his own briefs so he was naked too. His lips were parted and he had a hard, blazing look on his face as he took in Finn. He stroked the pretty, bearded face before reaching over the bed into his travel case for some lubricant and condoms. He'd come to America prepared. Even if Finn hadn't wanted fun, he would have picked up some hot American bottoms on the way. He was just 22 after all and horny constantly.

He handed Finn the lube whilst he busied himself with the condom.

Oh FUCK yes...Finn was fingering himself and that was so fucking hot.

"Ohhh..." moaned Finn, massaging his own prostate as he prepped himself. He forgot how big Noam was in person until he'd struggled to deepthroat him just now. He was a little nervous.

But then...he'd had Cody. Who was so hung that Finn had walked funny for two days after.

"Hate condoms man," hissed Noam, unrolling it onto himself.

Finn was hit by a flash of naughtiness.

Wouldn't it be so hot to let this eager boy bareback him? Noam had flown thousands of miles for this after all.

He'd dodged the bullet when the condom broke with Sheamus.

And he really liked the idea of heading back to Raw (ha) with a 22 year old's load inside him.

He was SUCH a slut!

"Don't wear it then," he purred.

Noam raised his eyebrows.

"You sure man?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Finn smiled, "I've always fantasised about being a bareback brother.."

Noam peeled the condom off himself. Why not? That hot fucking arse deserved being jizzed in.

Finn's slim ankles rested on Noam's huge shoulders.

"Now you really can be my boy," snarled Noam.

"You're my boy Noam," Finn rasped, leaning up to devour his lips, "Now be good and slip that cock in me."

"Never been in a lad without one on," whispered Noam, "Ohh...fuck..."

He pushed at the tight opening...oh wow that felt incredible without the confines of a condom...so warm and soft...

"OWWW!" gasped Finn, "Big boy..."

"Remember me now?"

"Gentle, Noam."

"Whatever man, you fucking loved being ripped apart last time." With a snarl, Noam shoved all the way into the tight arse, eager to start pounding it. He loved fucking Finn like a girl...on his back, legs open, that pretty face screaming his pleasure.

And the youthful Scot got to work, using his strength to hold the smaller, slimmer, prettier yet much older Irishman down, fucking him hard and fast.

"AHH! AHH! OH YES! FUCK YES!" screamed Finn wantonly, unleashing himself.

"Ohh fuck yeah man...FUCK...fuckin missed ya...fuckin missed ya SO MUCH..." snarled Noam.

"Don't talk Noam...just keep fucking!"

"Gonna make ya scream this fucking hotel down Devitt!"

"Finn...Balor...AAHHHHH...now..."

Noam pulled almost all the way out. And then slammed back in hard and deep, unleashing a bloodcurdling scream from Finn as the demon asserted itself.

Oh YES!

This was SO worth the plane ride alone. The travel from New Jersey to Maryland.

All worth it for that spine-tingling noise. Noam felt the luckiest man alive right now. He continued to pound Finn like a cheap hustler, the ear-splitting screams and cries spurring him on. Oh yes. Just like old times! Finn hadn't lost his fuckability. Noam could fuck this man forever. Better than ANY lass back home! Better then ANYONE. Best fuck he'd ever had!

Finn was barely aware of who or where he was...all he wanted was more of this hot young dick. Noam was WRECKING him and it felt SO FUCKING GOOD! He felt SO alive! So young! His ecstasy was taking over his sweat-sheened, muscular body...he couldn't stop it...he barely had time to form his screams into a warning before the loudest, window-cracking one yet left his throat and he exploded powerfully from deep within...all over his abs, pecs, face...the duvet surrounding him...it never seemed to end.

Noam was taken aback at how sudden but he knew that he was now seconds from going over the edge himself...he continued to fuck Finn hard and relentlessly, slapping that beautiful arse...

"Oh FUCK man...gonna..." he let out a roaring scream of his own, driving deep inside the spent man beneath him and spraying his inside white...Finn could feel the warmth shooting inside him and he whined and mewled again hoarsely.

It was a tense few minutes of panting and gasping as Noam and Finn froze in their positions.

Noam clumsily fell forward onto Finn, who caught him and kissed him powerfully.

"I've missed you Fergal Devitt," panted the Scot, "Fuckin' missed ya so much."

"You've ruined me Noam..." Finn whispered, face flushed scarlet, "I can't move...stay in me a bit..."

"Will do man."

---

"Where the fuck is Fergal?" Sami was saying, after beating SHeamus to qualify for the Money In The Bank ladder match.

"Search me, mate," Sheamus replied, "CLAUDE! Stop it for fucks sake."

Cesaro was hugging Sheamus from behind after watching the whole match alone because...well...his lust for Sami hadn't gone down and well, Sheamus only had to walk across a room and the Swiss was turned on these days! He was subtly grinding against Sheamus, who was flushed, sweaty, and knackered out.

"Sorry Stephen, zey would put you and Zayn in a match," Cesaro whispered.

"I know Claude...but we are at work..."

"As if zat stopped you before...mmmmhmm.." he was peppering Sheamus' neck in kisses.

"Cesaro! Fucks sake can you calm it for one minute? My best friend is missing!" Sami snapped.

"Don't overreact mate, he's probably in the toilet or something," Sheamus said, "He could be picking Cena's brains."

He turned to devour Cesaro's face.

"Ugh!" Sami complained.

Cesaro gave Sheamus a look.

Sheamus returned it.

"Go on," the Irishman whispered with a naughty smile.

"Think I should?" Cesaro smirked.

"Might chill him out a bit. And plus I know you want to. Yes...I can see Fandango with Breeze and I BET he's looking," Sheamus grinned.

"In zat case.." Cesaro said and strode towards Sami who was gulping from a bottle of water.

"What?" the redhead grunted.

"Relax," Cesaro said, "Finn isn't a child."

"So, if he's gone walkabouts, Triple H will have my ass."

"Maybe you can haff mine."

"Huh?!...mfffffffff" Sami was attacked and pinned to the wall by a rampant Cesaro.

Fandango, who'd been approaching and trying his utmost to ignore his two exes by pretending to listen to what Tyler Breeze was saying, couldn't help but look and see Cesaro suddenly make out with Sami Zayn...whilst SHeamus WATCHED?! Huh?! So much for wanting to be closed.

"Ugh man...is everyone here sleeping eith each other," Tyler huffed.

"Disgusting...you go on man, catch ya in five." Fandango was green with jealousy and his brain was barely functioning. He couldn't help himself.

And Tyler could see what shit was about to go down.

"Man, don't bother.." the blonde warned.

"Why?" snapped Fandango.

"Cos how long ago was it you were doing shit with them? Months now? You were done messing with them by the time I got called up," Tyler said, "Dude, why don't you just move on?"

"How's your sex life?" clapped back Fandango.

"Dude, not funny."

"I mean it. Don't go pouring shit on my life if yours ain't good itself."

Tyler just huffed. What was the point? If Fandango wanted to go and make an ass of himself, the blonde Canadian wasn't going to stop him. OK, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to have a one night hook-up with the dancer a few weeks back but, hey, a dude had needs and Fandango was offering.

He shook his head and carried on towards gorilla.

"Wow Claudio..." Sami gasped, gazing into the Swiss' eyes.

"Stephen und I..."

"No, just you.." snorted Sheamus.

"Vere thinking.." Cesaro said, "We vuld like a bit of exotic Arabic spice in our bedroom tonight..."

"Claudio you are charming...but I was thinking of getting an early one tonight.." Sami said, though he was seriously gasping for some attention, "Not that I'm not flattered.."

"Votever you vont," Cesaro smiled, with a glance at Sami's tights...mmm nice outline.

"Claude...let him decide," Sheamus had spotted the fuming Fandango stomping over and was keen to avoid the inevitable ugly scene, "Zayn mate, let's go change..."

Too late. Fandango had approached, face as black as thunder.

"Oh so that's it?! I wasn't cool or over enough for you?!" erupted the dancer.

Sheamus rolled his eyes.

Cesaro huffed.

Sami just looked confused.

"Get lost," Cesaro snapped.

"Fuck you Cesaro," Fandango snarled, "If it wasn;t for you, Stephen would still be dating ME."

"PLEASE," chuckled Sheamus, "Claude and I just needed time away. You were just a stopgap mate."

"You vere," Cesaro piped up, "Stephen und I merely tolerated you. Vye are you still even talking to us?"

"Dick," snarled Fandangor, "Just remember, I could tell TMZ all the kinky shit you both enjoy. I could destroy Sheamus' image like that."

He snapped his fingers.

"Who would zey believe?" Cesaro strode into Fandango's space, "Show stealer at extreme Rules? Or a joke."

"I was trained by Killer Kowalski," snarled Fandango.

"You were just a meme," Cesaro deadpanned, "Auf wiedersehen, pet."

He strode over to Sheamus and began to make out with him, hands all over the flushed, ivory-skinned back and red trunk-clad arse. Mmmmm. His hunk. All his.

Sami loved Cesaro's new sass. He seemed to be able to read anyone for filth these days with scarcely any effort! And plus, he was still reeling from being kissed by the hot Swiss. Would Cody approve if he took Cesaro up on the offer?

Fandango was FUMING.

"Instead of worrying about trying to kill our careers," Cesaro broke away from Sheamus and smirked smugly at Fandango, "How about you try and get one?"

"Ssssh.." Sheamus snickered. He was enjoying Cesaro's recent ability to truly roast people far more than anyone else these days but was being a gent and trying to hide it.

Fandango's eyes were popping out of his head at this point, he was so angry. How DARE Cesaro think he had the right...

"Popularity with management isn't sexually transmitted you know," he hissed nastily.

"Explain vye I am in ze Money In The Bank match and you are not." sassed Cesaro, "You vere popular once. Must hurt. I may not have 'connected' for a vile but at least I haven't turned out bitter and miserable like you. Fix your life Fan-dummy."

Sami was filming this on his phone. YAS CESARO. DRAG HA!

Fandango knew he'd been truly read. He was scarlet and shaking and wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

And Sami could NOT resist his amigo urge to stick the boot in any longer.

"Funny how all the guys you 'dominated' ended up jobbed out and fired," he said, "You're career poison. DiBiase Junior, Gabriel, Riley, Maddox, Graves...I bet you're poking Breeze as well...Tyler should get the fuck away from you if he wants any kind of career at all. How the hell did you escape the mass-firing? On second thoughts...ew. Still anything to get laid and keep that career, huh?"

Cesaro was about to pipe up but Sheamus cuffed him.

"Claude...enough.."

"Stephen you are mean," pouted Cesaro, "No sex for you tonight."

"As if.." snorted Sheamus.

Fandango skulked away, defeated. He kicked a wires box in frustation.

"What's up, dango?" asked a passing Miz.

"I hate Cesaro. SMUG BASTARD!" screamed the dancer, kicking the box a good few more times.

"Preach to the choir honey...I used to date him," Miz sympathised.

"Why?" Fandango snorted, "He's just a hot body with nothing below the surface. Stephen loved me. We had fucking great sex. Really thought I'd found the one decent guy in this company! But NO. He couldn't fucking resist bringing his dirty Swiss ex back in and OH LOOK, they kick me out and get back together. I had to fucking join in with them in some fucked-up triad just to keep him into me. If Cesaro says shit, he jumps on the mother fucking shovel! Sick of this shit!"

Miz licked his lips. He knew Corey had messed with Fandango a bit, as had Brad Maddox. After all, he and Corey had FINALLY gotten rid of the venomous Cody Rhodes by paying the writing team with sexual favours to keep halting his pushes and ignoring his ideas pitches. And it worked! All the schemes they'd tried and eventually...the stars aligned and Lispy was gone forever! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. And he took his bimbo wife with him! YAAAAAAAAAAAS!

If only they could have gotten rid of Zayn, Balor, Nikki Bella, Paige, Summer Rae and Becky Lynch as well that would have been FABULOUS. But still. The ringleader of the Plastics/Kardashian Sisters clique was GONE. That was all that mattered.

"Why pine for an oaf like Sheamus?" asked Miz, "You could do SO much better Fandango. You're walking sex."

"Really? So why do guys use me and then leave?" snapped the dancer.

"Because they can't handle you," Miz smirked, hand on hip and flashing those pearly whites, "Allow me."

"Back the fuck up," Fandango hissed, "Nice try Miz."

"Oh come on, who else is gonna even look at you?!" Miz challenged, "All the good ones are taken or in with Rhodes' bunch!"

"They're not fucking disposable commodities Miz, they're fucking pro-wrestlers!"

"Oh quite preaching and get your dick out, Dango," Miz sassed, "You can either waste your life chasing after an ugly Groundskeeper Willie lookalike with the same ear-scraping accent as that waste of oxygen Balor...or you could allow a real A-lister's lips around that dick of yours. Lexie always spoke very highly of your dick game."

"Good to know," Fandango spat, "But I ain't interested dude."

"Nicky's too busy trying to get back into Dana Brooke's snatch now she's been called up and I need a real man cos having to just be with my wife is SO HARD," lamented Miz, "I've always admired you, Fandango."

"Fascinating. Fuck off and leave me alone."

"I could help your career," Miz said, "Hanging around lost causes like Breeze, Rhodes' past-it senior brother and R-Truth is doing you no favours."

Fandango huffed. Really?

He could continue to be bitter and jealous of Sheamus and Cesaro.

And Miz was pretty hot. Well-dressed. Brilliant on the mic. A very good heel. And always used properly.

He did have soft looking lips. A big fat fuckable ass. And Fandango knew of Miz's...easiness. 80% of the male roster had fucked that ass. He must be a really good lay.

"Fine...fancy coming back to my hotel room after Raw?" he grunted.

"Oh honey. I'm the A-lister. My terms," sassed Miz.

"Really?" Fandango wrestled Miz to the wall, choking him.

"Agh...take your hands OFF me! You'll smudge my TAN!"

"I say when and where, you understand?!" He kissed Miz hard before sinking his teeth into the Intercontinental Champion's bottom lip, still using all his strength to keep Miz against the wall.

"Yes sir," whimpered Miz. He had heard all about Fandango being a Dom from Corey and Alex Riley. And he had been ACHING to try it for himself for too long!

"Good boy. Now...on your knees like a good little slut and suck my dick."

Miz didn't need telling twice. He obeyed, pulling the tight sparkly flares down and got to work.

MMMMM YES. DICK. Just what the doctor ordered.

---

Finn Balor had totally forgotten about Raw.

He was currently on all fours on the bed, getting well and truly destroyed yet again by hot young Scot Noam Dar.

Noam was young and enthusiastic. Plus he wasn't content with travelling all this way for just one shag with Finn!

They'd had a bath together...and then as Finn was dressing to leave...or rather, slipped his jockstrap on, Noam had pounced on him once more. And this was the consequence.

Noam's hands gripped Finn's slim hips as his own powerful ones smashed against the blue jock-framed cheeks of the Irish hussy. God he was such a GOOD FUCK. Noam had not been prepared to wait for the Cruiserweight tournament to get his mitts back on Finn. Hence why he was here now. And this was so fucking worth it!

And not only that, Finn was filming it on his phone!

With both their faces visible.

"Give it to me Noam, give it to me!" gasped FInn between screams.

---

"I'm sorry Karl, I know it's annoying but he's 34 years old, I can't keep him on a leash," an exasperated Sami was saying to a pissed-off Karl Anderson as the roster were packing up and leaving the arena once Raw had wrapped.

"Well he's not answering !" Karl Anderson cried.

"Well I haven't seen him since before the show. He's not on it so he's entitled to go where he likes," Sami said.

"Fucks sake!" Karl kicked the wall, "He said he's gonna go see Dar, that's cool. But I got no location drop! What if some psycho's kidnapping him?! He's got a lot of creepy-ass fans!"

"I did say have you set ground rules?!" Sami said, "And WHAT?! He's still gone to see Noam Dar even after all we talked about in Newark?"

"Yeah OK Zayn, thanks a lot, real helpful!" snarked Karl, dialling Finn once more, "Come on Ferg for fucks sake...at least tell a brother where you are!"

Sami was taking his phone off Airplane mode as his battery was playing up.

Notifications came flooding in, usual app update crap...Facebook notifications...ah..hang on!

Snapchat from FInnFinnFinn3

It was a video of Finn. All fours. Naked ass being eaten out...by Noam Dar.

Caption was 'ooooops' with the Sassy Girl emoji and demon emoji.

"Oh for FUCKS SAKE FERGAL!" Sami cried out.

"What is it?" asked Karl.

"Fucking rim video on snapchat," Sami said, replaying said snap.

Karl just grunted. Oh hello. That was pretty fucking erotic.

"That all you can say?" Sami spat.

"At least he's not lying in a pool of his own blood down a back alley!" Karl reasoned, "I may not have planned this but I knew it was gonna happen, brother! I'm more mad he hasn't told me where he is."

"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucking WRONG?!" Sami screeched.

"Yeah," deadpanned Karl, "Here's a tip Zayn. Get your ass laid and stop worrying about me and Fergal. Appreciate the concern but...all respect for you aside...butt out!"

HUFF.

Sami was in such a bad mood.

He was concerned for Finn's welfare. But also jealous because he wasn't getting any at the moment despite Cesaro's offer.

Maybe he should just chill the F out and let Karl and Finn enjoy their open relationship. They didn't have to shape their sex life to please him. Why was he being so conservative when his own past was chequered? He was the same when he was with Neville. Soon as he scored a boyfriend, Sami was always given to becoming sanctimonious and bossy.

He facepalmed and sighed heavily.

"You're right...sorry Karl," he said after a pregnant pause, "Just me being...well.."

"Stupid?" Karl said, "Zayn man...not mad at you. Just...chill out. If we have any problems we;ll come and knock at your door."

---

Noam Dar pulled slowly out of Finn.

"Ohh fuck...you've knackered me," he hissed.

"Mmmm..." Finn just made a contented mewl as the young Scot's second load of the evening dripped out of him.

"You're gonna have to go mate," Noam said, reluctantly dressing, "I don't want you to but I don't want Anderson after me."

Finn crawled backwards, gingerly standing up. Jelly legs. He could barely stand. His arse was numb. He was truly fucked!

"I'm supposed to be going to Orlando tonight," he murmured, "Noam...you've shagged me out!"

"Good," teased Noam, "This was what I came for."

"Naughty boy," giggled Finn, pulling his shorts on clumsily before fumbling with his t-shirt.

"So fit," Noam sighed, "Glad we could meet again."

"I kinda had no choice Noam," Finn giggled, "You did fly 6000 miles to come boink me rotten."

"Worth every penny man," Noam said, "I mean...it'd be nice to meet your friends..I mean...don't wanna push it."

Finn just smiled and kissed him gently.

"It's just sex. Let's thank ourselves to not get carried away and overstep marks," he whispered, "Noam. You're a wee darling and incredible in bed. I like you. But...I don't love you. "

"Why not?" pouted Noam.

"You're a wee boy..." Finn wheedled.

"So? I like older men! Decided!" huffed Noam.

"You're young. Got your life and career ahead, I've been in this game fifteen years darlin," Finn whispered, "You'll meet plenty of amazing lads in wrestling."

"I like you Fergal!"

"No. You just enjoy fucking me. Now, be a sweetie and let me walk to the arena before CHad loses his mind."

"So that's it?!" snapped Noam, "You've had two loads out of me and that's it? See ya bye?!"

"Don't get clingy," Finn sighed, "This is why we had to stop last time..."

"Not my fault I enjoy having sex with you," Noam pouted.

"You can do things to a man not many experienced gay guys could," Finn assured him, "You will find some amazing lads on the indies. Maybe you'll even get a callup after the tournament. Look Noam, we can still be friends. Occasional benefits. But nothing more darlin, OK?"

"OK..." Noam looked so downcast. His youth really evident in his brown eyes, "It was you that called me Champagne Supernova because...well...ya know."

Finn giggled sweetly. Ooops. He did often give wrestlers he'd fucked creative names based on their dicks...and they often kept to them! Machine Gun = Karl. Champagne Supernova = Noam.

"Champagne cos you shoot hard, Supernova cos thats what happens when you're in me," smiled Finn, "Hey. Cheer up. This isn't goodbye Noam."

Sniffle.

"Can I walk you to the Raw arena at least?" Noam was pulling on grey skinny joggers and sneakers.

"Course," smiled Finn.

---

Karl and Sami were waiting in the parking lot. Most of the roster had gone on to the hotel for the night.

"If he's not here in five I'm moving on," Sami said, "Will you be OK here?"

"Be fine brother," Karl assured him.

"Just want to make sure. Excuse me.." Sami's phone was ringing, "Hello."

"Hey boo.."

"FERGAL. You better have a decent explanation!"

"I'm just by the car park exit...got a friend with me hehehehe."

"Then why aren't you calling KARL?! Your BOYFRIEND?!"

"Sami. I've been exchanging messages with him all the way from the hotel. Stop getting yer briefs in a twist and come say hi to Noam."

"FINE. Don't expect me to kiss your overfucked ass bitch. You missed Sabby and Enzo being SUPER CUTE by the way! And you missed seeing Cesaro absolutely roast Fandango to cinders."

"I'm sure I'll live. Was kinda busy."

"Yes. I saw the fucking Snapchat you hoe."

"And what? I'm the biggest hoe in wrestling and you can just lick your wounds. Take up hoe-ing about again Samuel. You may be less tetchy."

"No thanks. Not whilst Miz and Rat Skank work here."

Karl was chuckling at Sami's bossiness. Bless him.

"I seee you!" Finn camped, "You look pressed as hell."

"Because I need dick and you just made me feel like a fucking nun. Bye bitch." Sami hung up.

"Chill out," Karl said, "Well hello trouble..."

Finn had padded over, full of mischeif.

"Hewwo Chad..." nuzzling and hugs.

"Oh BLECH," Sami complained, "Hey Dar."

Noam nodded with an amiable smile.

Sami noted the jealousy on his face when Finn and Karl hugged.

"Fun night?" Karl smirked.

"I am shagged out," Finn said, "I did drop my location to you."

"Yeah...it didn't reach my WhatsApp till I left the arena when the show wrapped...I was worried Fergal. Thought you'd been beaten up by a freak fan."

"My arse is beaten up," Finn was SHAMELESS, "Sowwy Chad. I did send Sami a wee snapchat."

"Yes. You did." pouted Sami, "Oh I did get propositioned earlier actually."

"DID YOU?!" squealed Finn, "WHO? WHO?! TELL ME!"

"What did you give him?!" Karl said to Noam who just shrugged and looked like he wanted to leave.

"I turned him down cos I have standards," Sami sassed.

"WHO?!"

"Cesaro wants my dick. EAT THAT, Fergal." Sami said triumphantly.

"Bo-ring," camped Finn, "You rode that like 3 years ago. I was hoping it was a wildcard. Meh. You disappoint me. You couldn't handle topping that and you'd cum in milliseconds."

"TRY ME!" Sami roared.

"OK. Fifty dollars says you can't last more than a minute inside Cesaro," Finn grinned.

"Done. And if I can satisfy that hungry Swiss ass totally, then you can not only pay me the fifty bucks but you can also wear long tights at Takeover."

"I am NOT," Finn said, "The tinier the better, bitch."

"Listen.." muttered Noam, "Gonna get off..."

"I think you've gotten off more than enough tonight Dar," Sami chimed in.

Noam gave him a false smile.

"Laters, got a plane to catch," he grunted, "Bye..."

His gaze lingered on Finn who decided to hug him and peck his cheek before the young Scot padded off down the street.

"Awkward..." Sami teased.

"Shut it Zayn," barked Karl, "Why don't you go bang Cesaro. Or you scared of losing fifty bucks?"

"He may have kept little me screaming but Cesaro is a whole other league, trust me, I've had Sheamus' cock," Finn said, "I just can't believe he is capable of being that much of a power top."

"Let's get to the hotel cos I am ready for bed," yawned Karl, "And I bet you can barely walk. Come on trouble."

He picked Finn up bridal style, the pretty face now buried in his chest and carried him to the car, leaving a pouting Sami alone. Ew. They were so SMUG and it just wasn't FAIR. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO QUIT, CODY?!

Sami sighed once more and headed to his rental.

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Noam was buried in his phone as he wandered the streets of Baltimore back to his hotel.

He was texting a fellow qualifier for the Global Cruiserweight League.

To: ZSJ

Sup mate, where ya at?

Buzz.

From: ZSJ

Still up...checking me home brews lol. I saw you checked into Baltimore, MD? You in America?! *scream emoji*

To: ZSJ

Yup *hands up emojis* *demon emojis* *aubergin emoji* *water drops emoji* *arrow emoji* *irish flag emoji* *peach emoji* *Sassy Girl emoji*

Buzz.

From: ZSJ

OMFG WHAT

From: ZSJ

You didnt just fly 6k to get some irish demon arse *laughter emojis* even you can't be that desperate Dar *laughter emojis*

To: ZSJ

Yup I did *Sassy girl emoji* jealous cos I got him first? *Waving Girl emoji*

From: ZSJ

Ugh not fair. haven't had any in days man *grimace emoji*

To: ZSJ

I got Devitt out me system...got a bit emosh *blushing emoji* what u doing next weekend? *monkey emoji*

From: ZSJ

*photo of him on his bed grabbing his bulge* *demon emoji*

Noam chuckled.

To: ZSJ

suppose I can help you relieve that ;) just not tonight. Devitt took 2 loads from me. BARE *monkey emoji*

From: ZSJ

WHAT THATS NOT FAIR YOU ALWAYS WEAR CONDOMS WITH ME *angry emojois*

To: ZSJ

Maybe this time I won't *devil emoji* *aubergine emoji*

From: ZSJ.

*photo of briefs down and a dildo inside his pert arse* look what I;m doing now thanks to you

To: ZSJ

my turn to bottom this time *demon emoji* *wink emoji*

From: ZSJ

we can flip flop. You like that hehehe

*short self-fuck video*

To: ZSJ

ow I'm *aubergine emoji* again and it hurts *sad emoji* watch some porn instead haha look mate its late and I gotta go get some *ZZZ emojis*

From: ZSJ

Course, it's like 5am here haha...couldnt sleep thats why I showed on WhatsApp ;) and the brews needed a check...sleep well sexy man and speak when your back on british soil *kiss emoji*

To: ZSJ

thanks sexy *kiss emojis* see ya soon. Night xxx

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For those who don't follow indies (I admittedly don't follow a great deal but I am fully aware of all the guys mentioned in the fic!) I apologise for all of that! But the reviews were so for featuring these guys I couldn't resist plus they add some interesting variety.

Sami? Interfering busybody or voice of reason? You decide!

And thought I'd revisit Fandango in relation to Sheasaro now he';s being featured on TV again! And because I'm enjoying sassy!Cesaro more than I realised ;)

xxx