So, I know it's been like a million years since an update. Life has been crazy busy these past couple of months trying to balance school, an acting career, and a relationship. Hopefully I can begin writing more regularly again. Anyway, here you go: Some more slashy goodness with Ryan and Stephen.
Stephen and Ryan's time together ended all to soon. Before they knew it, they were back on the road, working a weekend full of shows. About the only time they had together was when they went to bed each night; of course this excludes their time performing together in which they had to pretend they couldn't stand each other. They went about business as usual one, meaning they chose not to make a production out of their relationship. Stephen made more of an attempt to cover the romance more than Ryan did; however, his new distance from his "friend" caught notice of some of the other superstars.
Monday morning rolled around. This would be the night that Zac Helmsley was to have his first official match as a WWE Superstar. The alarm went off at 10:00 as usual. Ryan rolled over to find conspicuous emptiness beside him in the bed. He sat up, shaking his hair out of his face. For a second, he surveyed the room and listened for signs of his roommate. As he went to reach for his phone he spied a note on the hotel stationary:
"Ry, went for an early workout with Paul. Dinner before the show? See you this afternoon. –Phen."
Ryan smiled a little at the thoughtfulness before rolling out of bed and getting ready for his usual workout with Nicole.
"So, I told him I loved him," Ryan said as best he could on an elliptical.
"RYAN!" Nicole scolded.
"It's not like he heard it; he was asleep."
"That's not the point. You need to calm down. This all started, what, a week ago?"
"No, a week ago is when we first acted on our feelings, but I've been falling for him for a while now and apparently he's had feelings for me too."
"Ryan, you may have started to crush on him a while ago, but that doesn't mean you love him – just the idea of him. Honey, I'm not trying to be a bitch, but you throw that word around. Remember Benji? Or some of those other losers you've been with?"
"This is different."
"Honey, I'm just saying be careful. Don't get your heart set on something so soon. I'm not saying it's not going to work out or anything like that. Just slow down and take it easy. Let things happen as they're meant to. In the past, you've tried to rush things. Just slooooooooow down."
"OK…So I take things easy. Does that mean I stop sleeping with him or what?"
"You said the sex was good, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then hell no, don't stop sleeping with him! Just don't go all 'I love you so much' on him. You get too gushy too soon and it scares men away…and sometimes you make me want to puke rainbows with all that lovey-dovey talk."
"OK, I guess you're right."
"Of course I am; the hag is always right and…" Nicole trailed off as a sweaty mass of man caught her eye. Through the glass window of the aerobics room, she could see John Morrison practicing his Parkour training in the hallway.
Ryan flashed her a look that she couldn't stand.
"WHAT? I never said I love him, I just think he's hot…HOTTY MCHOT! HOT! HE'S HOT!" she exclaimed as she drooled over him.
"OK, I'll slow down with Stephen if you speed up with John."
"Wait, what? Ryan, that's not fair! I don't have your reckless confidence. I mean he's fuckin' John Morrison…and I'm…I'm…Nicole!"
"Talk to him. Do it. Don't think about it. Do it."
"I will! …later…"
She continued to watch him as he sprinted down the hallway.
"Mhm." Ryan vocalized snarkily.
They continued their workout. Various superstars walked by the window on their way to and from the weight room. The two often made comments on what they thought of the individual's physique. They were agreed that Edge and Randy Orton were two very fine men. After a while, Ryan spied his favorite superstar. The ginger was about to walk on by until he caught sight of Ryan out of the corner of his eye. He stopped in the window. He made a ridiculous faces and he flexed his muscles in over exaggerated, cliché poses. Ryan laughed as the ginger continued to entertain him. Nicole just smiled and shook her head. She could have puked a rainbow as a result of the cheesy adorableness. Suddenly, Paul walked up behind the unknowing showoff and placed him in a fake headlock. Stephen face changed to yet another ridiculous expression. The blonde gave a noogie to the redhead before the two wrestled each other to the ground. After a moment of being out of sight, the two men popped back up into full view and an awkward dance away from the window. As soon as they were out of sight, Ryan let out a soft sigh.
"I love that man."
"RYAN!"
"Are ya goin' ta come out of there or are ya just gonna leave Paul to get the Holy Hell beat oughta him?" Stephen called as he finished lacing up his emerald green wrestling boot.
"Yeah, just a second," Ryan called from inside the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Ryan stood in front of the mirror in his newly acquired wrestling attire: an electric green tank top made of some sort of lycra/spandex-like material, black vinyl shorts (that looked somewhat like hotpants), and patent leather boots with attached kneed pads. It also included elbow pads and fingerless gloves. He knew he looked fine, but was self-conscious for some reason.
"Come on, lad. We aint got all nigh," Stephen called.
Ryan hesitantly opened the door and stepped out. Stephen was actually speechless. Ryan looked good. The tight clothing clung to his figure in a flattering way. The shorts showed off the amazing legs that Stephen loved.
"Ya look…great…" Stephen finally uttered.
"Really?"
"Seriously, ya look jus fine, Ry. Naw, don' worry bout nothin'. Jus remember what ya've been taught and give the best performance ya can."
Stephen gave Ryan a soft kiss.
"Thanks for everything, Phen."
The two turned and exited the locker room. On the way to the stage area, they met up with Paul who was pumped and ready to go. He was just as exited for Ryan's debut as Stephen. When they arrived at the curtain, Ryan took a few deep breaths. His kneed pads had started to work their way down from his nervous pacing and bouncing about. He bent down to adjust them. As he did, the vinyl gripped his ass even tighter. Stephen noticed but quickly had to turn around to try and subdue the stirring in his trunks. Shortly, his tag team partner, Randy Orton arrived.
"OK, we're ready for Orton," one of the tech guys called.
The Viper's theme burst out over the sound system and he made his way through the curtain. The other competitors watched on the monitor. Randy's music began to fade. Stephen grabbed Ryan's hand and gave it a quick squeeze just before his music hit and he was off.
"Alright, baby bro, let's kick some ass!" Paul exclaimed wrapping his arms around Ryan.
Suddenly, the music hit and it was show time.
Triple H and Zac made their entrance to an arena of screaming fans. Zac got a boost knowing that those cheers were half for him, or at least he hoped they were. They made their way to the ring and entered. Zac fed off the crowd's energy. He and Triple H worked them into frenzy with taunts and poses. Across the ring, Sheamus kept his eye on the little one. He was ready to tear him apart (Stephen was too, but in a different way). The music faded out and it was time to get down to business.
The match started with Zac and Randy in first. The two circled the ring. It was clear that the shorter one was nervous about being in the ring with the Viper. As they circled, Zac kept an anxious eye on Sheamus. Suddenly, the Viper lunged, the Helmsley brother, ducked and rolled out of the ring. He walked around outside, afraid to get back in. The referee began to yell and count him out. On the count of 6, Zac reentered the ring timidly. As he got up, Orton lunged and the two locked up. Zac's technicality, as expected, sucked. Orton overpowered the younger wrestler and threw him around the ring. Zac was able to get a few hits, kicks, and slaps in here and there. Hunter called for a tag as Sheamus cheered on the beating; Paul and Stephen, however, were both keeping a protective eye out and making sure that Randy didn't get too rough. Finally, Zac was able to break free from Randy and make a dash to his corner where he tagged in his brother.
Hunter leapt into the ring and let out pent up aggression. He was in control for quite a while until he was backed into his opponents' corner. Sheamus and Randy took turns beating down the Cerebral Assassin, tagging in and out as necessary. Zac led the crowd in cheers for Hunter. The larger brother was able to work his way out of the corner. He crawled toward his brother. Orton grabbed Hunter's left ankle, but he was able to roll over and deliver a quick kick to the Viper's face. Randy staggered back groggily as Hunter sprang the rest of the way and made the tag to Zac.
Zac ascended the turnbuckle and perched. Randy turned and began to charge; before he could reach the corner, Zac leapt into the air and locked his legs around the neck of his opponent whipping him down with a thunderous head scissors. He quickly climbed to his feet and delivered a swift kick to Randy's head. He continued to delivers kicks and elbows; his best bet was to keep his opponent grounded. Randy crawled over to the corner. Zac used this to his advantage and began to choke Orton with his boot. Randy grabbed the ankle strangling him and began to pull it away. Helmsley was no match for his strength. The Viper gained leverage and slammed the boy to the mat. Zac's head bounced off the canvas; he rolled nursing the injury. Randy slithered into his signature stance and began beating the mat with his fists. Sheamus quickly leaned through the ropes and tagged his partner, barely able to reach his boot. Randy looked back angrily. He got into Sheamus face and exchanged words. The Celtic Warrior motioned for him to return to the corner. He hesitantly complied. Zac, finally regaining thought, noticed the looming redhead; he scurried up and over to the corner, finding it empty. Hunter stilled laid resting on the outside, trying to recover from his beating. Zac turned back, sinking into the corner. He tried to reason with the large man closing in on him. The Celt grabbed Zac by his hair and pulled him up before delivering an elbow to the face. He manhandled his tiny opponent for a while before stuffing his head between his thighs.
"Trust me," he whispered before letting out a shout and beating his chest.
He lifted Zac into the position for the Celtic Cross Powerbomb. He began to run forward. However, Hunter had returned to the apron and grabbed Zac by the leg and pulled him out of the grasp of the Warrior, sitting him on the turnbuckle. Sheamus, realizing he had lost his prey, turned and charged. Zac quickly hooked one leg around the ropes and leaned back delivering a kick to Sheamus's head. He repositioned himself on the turnbuckle and delivered a sloppy missile dropkick. Sheamus staggered about in a daze. Zac grabbed him and Irish whipped him to the corner. It took every bit of strength he had to do so and staggered to the point of almost falling. Spying Randy, he ran across the ring and dropkicked the Viper, sending him off the apron. He returned his attention to active opponent. Backing into the opposite corner, he ran forward and delivered a handspring elbow. He was glad he had that gymnastic training. Sheamus staggered out of the corner.
"FINISH HIM!" Hunter yelled from the apron.
SHIT! They HADN'T practiced a finisher. Zac had very little time to think. Making up his mind in a rush, he kicked Sheamus in the midsection and pulled his head between his legs. He began to hook the arms. The crowd was going crazy. He delivered a weak pedigree, but the audience didn't seem to care.
"PIN HIM!" Hunter shouted.
The crowd continued to cheer. Zac was on a performance high, a feeling he was used to from his theatre days. He wanted to give a really big ending. He ran toward the ropes, spring boarded from the second rope, and delivered a near flawless lionsault. He hooked his opponent's leg for the pin.
1…2…3! It was all over he had won.
Zac and Triple H celebrated in the middle of the ring as Sheamus and Orton skulked to the back with the shame of being beat by a non-wrestler on his first time out.
Ryan entered the seemingly empty locker room. Before he knew it, he was grabbed and thrown against the door and pinned with great force.
"So ya think ya made me yer bitch out there tonigh? Well, now I'm gonna make you my bitch."
Stephen was still in character. Ryan was extremely turned on. He tried to wiggle free but was no match for the larger man.
"D'ya know how hard twas to hide this out there?" the redhead asked as his large hand guided the smaller one over the green and black wrestling trunks. Ryan could feel Stephen hard cock through the thin material. He felt a sudden tightness in his own shorts. He began to slide his hand into the trunks but it was suddenly pulled away and pinned over his head.
"Did I say ya could play with it?" Stephen asked as he pressed his body against his captive.
Ryan just gasped in response. He was enjoying this little game. There was something hot about being dominated. There was a quick but surprisingly delightful pain as he felt his head tugged to the side by his hair. Stephen bit at his neck and then began to alternate nibbling and sucking. Ryan was able to get enough leverage to spring his legs up and around Stephen's waist. Stephen responded by grabbing his lover by the ass and squeezing tightly. He staggered backward and carried Ryan across the room as they continued to make out. He pressed Ryan against another wall and began aggressively kissing all over his face and neck. Ryan raked his nails through the bed of red hair and dragged them down the pale neck and back.
After several minutes of kissing and grinding, the Celtic Warrior sat his partner back down and began unfastening the black vinyl shorts. He then turned the boy around and bent him over the arm of the couch before pulling his trunks down just enough to release his cock. Ryan felt his cheeks being parted by large hands and then he felt the warm wetness of saliva. Stephen tapped his erection against Ryan a few times before plunging deep inside. Ryan almost screamed out but remembered where he was. He bit his lip to silence himself. Stephen pumped feverishly from behind. He groaned softly as he did. Both of the lovers found something strangely hot about the feral nature of this particular session. After a few more moments Ryan felt his body tingling and his head spinning as his body released. Feeling the contractions from inside his lover's body, Stephen became even more turned on and pumped harder and faster very briefly before his movements lost all rhythm and control in the madness of orgasm. He slumped down and laid his head on Ryan's clothed back, breathing heavily, eyes closed.
"That's whatcha get fer beatin' makin' me look like a fool out there, Helmsley," Stephen uttered through heavy breaths.
"Well, then I might just have to beat you more often," Ryan relplied.
Stephen laughed softly, "OK, let's hit the showers."
