Chapter 10

SO grateful to all your continued support! Can't believe I'm already on chapter ten! As of yet I haven't decided when to end this, so it may be some epic forty-chapter saga! Who knows?

Anyway, you're all dying to get back inside Evan and Alex's hotel room so I won't keep you waiting any longer!

Alex mewed softly as Evan held him, occasionally kissing the top of his very short, dark blonde hair. He might have been the bigger man here but he liked to be held..just held.

"Sssh," soothed Evan, "Relax, I'm not Justin, I can feel your tension, baby."

Alex started to shake softly. Evan could begin to feel wetness on his neck and shoulder blades.

"Hey, what's the matter!" he said.

"Ignore me, I'm being a pussy," Alex sniffled, "This...it's too much...you make me feel so special...urgh I even sound like a shitty teen romance.."

"It's OK," smiled Evan, "You should feel special..because you are to me. Why don't you lie down, you ever take the time for a good massage?"

"No..never saw the need," Alex said, wiping his eyes.

"Missing out, you are," Evan said, "On your front."

Alex shifted his body and did as Evan asked.

"I've got some cinnamon-scented oil in my bag, use it on my limbs after a match," Evan went on, "Stay there while I go get it."

Evan stood up and padded over to his bag, Alex's blue eyes fixed on Evan's perfect little bottom. No wonder the small brunette was versatile...an ass and a cock to die for. Evan found his massage oil and squirted it into his hand.

"Shut your eyes baby, that's it," Evan's voice was low and quite intoxicating, "Relax...sssh...thats it."

He knelt astride that perfect, cross-tattooed back and began to slowly massage the oil into Alex's tanned skin, starting at the shoulders and slowly working his way down.

Alex was in heaven...Evan was so gentle...softly working all the knots out of his skin and making him feel so relaxed.

"Baby, you're really tense," Evan commented, "Justin's really got to you, the smug, no-good fucking...I'm sorry, I'll shut up."

Alex mewed softly in reply...far too lost in the ecstasy of his massage to even listen to what Evan was saying, the soft scent of cinnamon washing around him.

Evan by now had reached Alex's lower back and was taking in all the finer details of the blonde's large tattoo. Alex's skin had become silk-like during the massage as he relaxed properly for the first time in ages.

Soon, Evan was massaging oil into those beautiful, tan globes of flesh. He couldn't resist kissing each cheek softly...yeah he just kissed Alex Riley's ass...deal with it.

Alex whimpered with pleasure as Evan's slim fingers massaged close to his sensitive perineal area...he could feel himself getting hard again. He instinctively spread his legs a bit further apart.

"Calm down tiger, just relax," Evan purred as he began to work his magic into Alex's thighs.

"You're amazing, Matthew," Alex sniffled.

"Want me to finish?" Evan purred, "Don't call me that!"

"Sorry."

"I'm just messin'!" Evan smiled, gently rubbing Alex's ass, "Call me what you like, baby."

He resumed massaging those toned muscular legs...Alex was perfectly built..he had an enviable figure.

Just as Evan had reached Alex's feet, a knock came to the door.

"Room service?"

"Just a second!" Evan called, padding around, searching for his black briefs. He slipped them on and went to the door. He pulled it open.

A young concierge stood there, barely over eighteen and wide-eyed at the barely-covered man in the doorway.

"Your champagne sir," he said, flushing as he clocked Alex's naked body on the bed.

"Thank you young man," Evan beamed, taking the ice bucket.

"Strawberries," continued the young man, trying not to look, "And one marinara spaghetti, and once Chilli con carne, Cincinnati-style."

He handed over two covered plates along with two small covered bowls before standing expectantly.

Evan sensed he was awaiting a tip, and he supposed he'd better make it good - after all he'd just seen Alex Riley naked in Evan Bourne's hotel room, and Bourne himself was just in his underwear...plus the scent of massage oil and testosterone in the air...

"Here's a hundred bucks," Evan fished the notes out of his wallet, "Think you've got your money's worth!"

"Sorry, sir," the young man said, looking mortified, "I won't tell...are you and Riley dating?"

Evan fixed him with a look that screamed 'Bitch, please'.

"You make a hot couple," the boy said, a small smile, "Thank you for the large tip sir. Enjoy your meal."

And with that he walked away.

"Nosey-ass punk!" Evan muttered, "Just wiped me of a hundred too!"

"You chose to tip him!" Alex said, rolling over and sitting up, the delicious smell of the food making him realise how hungry he was. He grabbed a pillow and set it over his crotch, acting as a tray and protecting his modesty.

"Here's your chilli," Evan said, passing the plate to him.

The brunette picked up the icy cold bottle of champagne and began to twist the cork.

BANG! It popped loudly, making Alex jump. Evan found two glasses and filled them up carefully before passing one to Alex.

"Here's to...well..us," the brunette beamed.

"To us," Alex agreed, grinning.

"Here, try this," Evan said, opening one of the small bowls and picking out a strawberry. He dipped it in his glass of fizz before offering it to Alex, who gladly opened his mouth to accept the fruit. It tasted sweet, dry, fizzy and sensual...he moaned at the sensations of it,

"Delicious, isn't it? Want another, baby?"

Evan was dipping another berry into the wine.

"Go on."

After that, they silently dived into their dinner, Alex really enjoying his chilli. He knew chilli didn;t always agree with him, but this was delicious, (though, he assured himself, it wasn't as good as Mike's!). He watched Evan eating his spaghetti, even the way he ate was perfect..not messy and didn't shovel it in either. He hated himself for being such a cheeseball, but he always wanted to do that thing from The Lady And The Tramp...he edged closer to Evan, waiting for a long strand to enter that perfect mouth. He shuffled closer...before softly catching the strand of tomato-coated pasta with his lips. He gently sucked it, pulling Evan closer into a kiss.

"Awwww!" Evan cooed, "You're so sweet!"

"I'm not," Alex blushed and stared at his plate of chilli, "That was such a fucking cliche..just always wanted to do that.."

"Alex...it's fine, it was adorable!" Evan said, still smiling big, "May I try some of that chilli, never had it with spaghetti!"

"Help yourself," Alex said.

Evan dived in with his fork and took a mouthful...it was lovely.

After they finished eating, they downed their glasses before Evan quickly refilled them, and set the strawberries out between them. A very intimate few minutes followed, involving both men dipping their fruit into the wine and feeding each other champagne-coated strawberries.

Alex was in seventh heaven...this was just his first date with Evan and they'd already had out-of-this-world sex, an awesome massage, felt closer to Evan right now than he'd done with anyone, and now they were sharing food. Alex was in love. And he didn't want to terrfiy Evan by telling him how he felt too soon. Men didn't do feelings, but Alex still considered himself sensitive enough to talk about them when the time was right. He hoped Evan was OK with that.

Outside in the corridor, the young concierge was receiving another payment from another WWE Superstar, a brunette with a dark goatee.

"And you saw him naked? In his room?" the brunette said, "Thank you so much, you've done very well."

"The room stank!" the concierge said eagerly, "They'd so just done it right there...could even see cum stains on the sheet!"

"How much did Bourne pay you off?" asked Justin.

"Hundred dollars!"

"Christ...well here's a hundred and fifty, plus these free passes to the Smackdown taping next week if you can get out there. Thanks Brandon for this!"

"You gonna sell the story?" asked Brandon eagerly, obviously not as innocent as he looked.

"I will if I have to, "Justin said, "But thanks for doing this. Enjoy the rest of your shift."

"Don't suppose you fancy some company, tonight, sir?" Brandon said, trying his wide-eyed boy act once more. Justin smiled lasciviously.

"Why not?"

Josh Mathews was changing into his working-out/wrestling gear at the arena for tonight's Smackdown taping. He'd arrived early again with the express wish of some ring time. He needed to work off the frustration that working with Cole later would bring. He knew Cody was already here (they'd been texting each other all the way, non-stop, gossiping like a right pair) so he padded across the corridor in his pumps, sweatpants and elbow pads towards Cody's dressing room. He knocked on the door.

"Oh TEDDY!" came a scream from inside. Josh sprang back as though the door had burned him.

Typical Cody. And Ted. Couldn't leave them anywhere for two minutes...

After getting over the shock, Josh tried to knock again. The door opened and a flushed-looking Ted answered, in his ring gear and face a little red. He saw a smug-looking Cody, just pulling up his black trunks.

"Interrupting anything?" Josh quipped.

"Not now you're not!" drawled Ted.

"Hey Joshy!" Cody scampered over and embraced his best friend.

"Hey baby boy," Josh replied. He was allowed to call Cody that in front of Ted.

"How you diddlin?" Cody asked.

"Same, miss Mike, gagging to wrestle," Josh said, "Have you spoken to him today?"

"No," Cody said, "Has he not been calling you?"

"Oh not like that, I have some BITCHING gossip!" Josh grinned.

Ted rolled his eyes.

"Josh, just because Lay's had to leave for injuries doesn't mean you need to take her place as head gossip queen...Coddles is enough of a flamer as it is!" Ted said.

"MEAN!" Cody punched Ted's arm.

"Owww!" Ted said, "Right, mister, no sex for you tonight!"

"Oh..Teddy...I'm SORRY!" Cody pouted, "Forgive me, I'll kiss it better!"

"Not in that ridiculous mask!" Ted said, "Come and wrestle with us and I may consider it...I need to kick Daniel's ass tonight!"

"I thought you were just doing your Doctor Doom thing tonight?" Josh said, "Why you in your trunks and stuff?"

"No reason," Cody grinned.

"Whatever," Josh smirked.

"Well the suit is a bit impractical and I want to wrestle before everyone else gets here!" Cody said.

"If I wrestled, I'd wear tights," Josh said, "Coddles, you practically look naked in the ring without kneepads. But then you're used to being on your knees for Teddy!"

Ted chuckled. Cody pouted and folded his arms.

"JOSHY!" he grizzled.

"Well it's true, even Teddy knows it!" giggled Josh.

"I'm kicking your ass royally in that ring!" Cody said, "You wait, I'll get you!"

"So, I guess you'll not want to hear the Raw gossip.." Josh trailed off.

"Joshua Matthew Lomberger, stop being such a mean bitch and just tell me!" Cody complained.

Ted shook his head, much as he loved Cody, when he was acting super-fem around Josh or Layla he was little tiring.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom, meet you two girls down at the ring!" the blonde sighed.

Cody gave his retreating back the finger before linking his arm in Josh's.

"Tell me, immediately!" he beamed.

"Tell you what?" Josh said, a mischeivous grin on his face,

"The Raw gossip!" Cody said.

"Oh, that."

Cody pulled Josh onto a bench and clasped his hand. No there was nothing going on- this was just how they acted with each other - they were close friends, closer than brothers, that was all.

"First of all," Josh began, "Just bear in mind this was all from Mike first thing this morning, so his words; guess who Alex RIley spent the night with?"

"Give us a clue?" Cody said.

"Coddles, did you not listen to him the other week? You know fuck well who he fancied. Evvy. He and Evvy are dating now."

"AWWWWWW!" Yep, Cody squeed. Just like Josh feared. He had an enormous grin on his pretty face.

"Mike, Jake and Maryse set them up," Josh went on, "Evvy bought him a drink and then they disappeared up into the hotel room all night."

"No more? No details? Who topped? Who bottomed?" Cody asked eagerly.

"Oh yeah, this is the thing...Evvy topped Alex."

"No. Fucking. Way. Evan Bourne a top? Well they say good things..."

"Coddles, no, I guessed!" Josh groaned, interrupting him.

"You're no fun!" Cody pouted, "So any more?"

"Fucking Gabriel was at last night's show, booked to take on Alex," Josh said.

"Is he still picking on him?" Cody spat, eyes narrowing.

Josh nodded.

"What about you, baby, is he still being horrible to you?" asked the brunette.

"Coddles, we've been through this, he doesn't worry me, he's just a sad little man," Josh said patiently, "It's Alex I'm worried about. Mike said that he and Maryse had to step in again as backup...I don't like it, Coddles. It's like now Alex has dumped him, he's obsessed. Mike said that he keeps going on about the dirty condom thing. He's fixated."

"Jealous cos Evvy's a much better fuck than he'll ever be, and Evvy will make Alex feel like he's worth something," Cody said.

"Exactly, oh, this is brilliant, Mike was on fire last night. He knows a way of shutting that whiny bitch up. I've got some brilliant dirt on him, and I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long, it's like my wild card."

"Joshy, stop being a mean bitch!" whined Cody, "You can't tempt me with shit like that and then not tell me!"

"You're such a gossip hoe, you're as bad as he is!" Josh smirked.

"HEY! MEAN! And I only like gossiping if it's nice stuff about friends...or dirt on bastards like Angel. Please tell, I'm fucking dying here!"

"Alright," Josh said, and he took a deep breath, "It also means there's something about me I've kept as well. Mike knows and he's OK with it."

Cody's eyes widened.

"Reason Justin's such a nasty bitch? He's got a little problem."

"Oooh this does sound juicy...what problem?"

"He pre-jacks."

"Huh?"

"Comes prematurely. Jizzes before his dick goes into a hole."

"And how do you know this?"

"Before I met Mikey, me and Justin had a one-night stand...well he was inside me for all of five seconds before he dribbled all over my hole."

Cody was silent as he processed all of this.

"When did you sleep with him?" Cody demanded.

"Ages ago, ancient history," Josh brushed it aside.

"And if he's a pre-jacker, how did Alex get a full fuck with him."

"He fakes it," Josh said, "And if he wore a rubber he could easily hide it and make out like he'd come when he was inside Alex. He tried faking it with me but I told him I wasn't stupid. He's so fucking up himself, he thinks he's a really good fuck. And if people reject him, he turns nasty. It's sad really."

Cody raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"Wow," he said, "That certainly explains...poor Alex. I wish I hugged him more, he must have been wanting a hug so badly when he came to me that night."

"You ever had to fake it in bed?" asked Josh.

"Once, some trick when I was OVW," Cody said, "Pre-jacked but tried to fake it...I pretended I had Crohn's disease...that got him out of me faster than Husky Harris runs to a donut van."

"Coddles! You bitch!" Josh let out a sharp giggle, "So much for being a supportive pro, hey?"

"Wouldn't have minded being pro for Johnny Curtis...I'd ride him into next year!" Cody smirked.

"Don't let Teddy hear you say that for fucks' sake!" Josh hissed, "Shall we go to the ring then before some loser like Tyler Reks gets there? Ha! Or Jobber-etta!"

"How they get contracts and you get kept as an commentary boy is a fucking mystery," Cody said, "You could easily out-wrestle the likes of Trent or JTG."

"Brooklyn, Brooklyn, what a stupid fucking song," Josh snorted, "I always end up having to commentate for him on Superstars...hardest part of the job, usually Jack Korpela handles him but sometimes they leave it to me."

They were approaching the ring now and unfortunately it was occupied...by Rosa Mendes, Justin, Heath, and to Jost's disdain, Michael Cole.

"Coddles," he hissed.

"Yeah I know," Cody said, "If he tries anything, then his little fucking lapdogs will kniow about his 'problem'"

Cody was so adorable when he did air-quotes.

"Don't spread it...yet..rememeber baby boy, knowledge is power!" Josh said.

"Hey. dude," droned Heath, "I can smell stale lube, oh look, it's Mathews and Rhodes."

Cole and Rosa laughed sycophantically. Justin had a sneer on his face.

"What's Cole doing here anyway, thought only wrestlers were allowed in the ring before showtime?" Josh said loudly, "You know, people the fans care about...actually, why's Rosa here?"

Rosa turned her sneering scowl onto Josh.

"Shut up commentator," she snarled, "When you get a WWE contract of your own, then you can talk to us."

"Yeah," chimed in Cole, "You're always bragging at the table how you could easily defeat half the roster, Mathews, why don't you put your money where your stupid little mouth is?"

"If the smell of lube and shit doesn't make you nauseous," Justin put in, "Mind his open crater doesn't suck you up if he sits on you."

Josh laughed. So did Cody. Now Cody knew the dirt on Justin, he really saw this pathetic gang of schoolyard bullies for exactly what they were - just that. He was definitely not going to let himself get stomped again.

"Why don't you show me what you get, hey Josh?" catcalled Cole, "Me, undefeated at Wrestlemania, versus you, a sad little commentator who had a breif career seven years ago?"

"No thanks, the sight of you in that singlet makes me sick." Josh said dryly, "That's when your not fapping all over MY boyfriend at every fucking Raw show."

"Please, as if Miz really likes YOU," sneered Cole.

"Jealous are we?" Josh snickered.

"Of you? Fat chance! Least I don't get laughed at by half the roster."

"Bring it!" Josh snarled, "Laughed at? You had to fucking kiss Lawler's sweaty foot, got beaten up by a girl, Sharpshooter'd with your pants round your ankles and got barbeque sauce poured over your big fat ugly face at the last pay-per-view...and you say people laugh at ME?"

Cody stepped back...he'd never seen Josh angry. Like properly, angry. Neither had Mike. Even Justin and Heath were backing off.

"I could have you screaming for submission any day of the week," Josh went on, "I can wrestle. You're just a piss poor excuse for an entertainer and nobody knows why Vince employs you. Nobody fucking likes you!"

"Oh shut up you worthless faggot. Like Miz is even into you. He probably dicks half the Divas and laughs at you behind your sorry ass back."

Josh's eyes flashed and his mouth pursed. He could barely tolerate Michael Cole at the best of times, but now it was personal.

"Wanna see how good I am? Let's settle this right here, right fuckin' now! In that fucking ring. Cody, referee, please."

"I er...probably should go find Teddy," Cody said, not wanting to witness this potentially ugly situation..he hoped his best friend would see that this was the wrong way to settle a score.

"No, we're doing this properly!" Josh shouted, "In the ring, please. You've heard this creepy cunt jizzing over you on commentary before now, huh?"

"Great speech, Josh, unfortunately, I don't appear to have any appropiate attire," smirked Cole, but he climbed into the ring anyway.

"God, I'm going to enjoy this," he sneered, "Compared to King, you'll be a pushover."

"Oh you wait, just you wait," Josh said, jogging lightly on the spot.

"Okay..." Cody said nervously, "You know the rules..one fall...go."

The two commentators instantly went for each other, Josh's superior fitness and strength instantly giving him the upper hand. Cole tried to go for a DDT - Josh easily countered and slammed his head hard into the mat.

"Piece of piss, just as I thought," Josh said, "Get up!"

He grabbed Cole's head and pulled the older man up to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. Cole ran in that daft way he did towards Josh...and just as he approached, the young commentator leapt into a beautiful dropkick, his plimsolls connecting with Cole's face and flooring him. He would have probably got the three count there and then but he was going to enjoy taking his frustration out on his irritant of a colleague. He rested cockly on the ropes as Cole struggled, panting to his feet. He decided to let Cole get some offence in - he was a good, fair person after all. He ran at Cole who grabbed his lithe body and attempted to side-walk slam him, but Josh kicked his slim legs up and wrapped them around Cole's head. Cole sensed he was trying to go for a headscissors and deadweighted himself, but Josh knew better and still with his legs around Coles head, he reached and punched Cole's knee, sending him off-balance. Using his strength gained from training, Josh pulled the man over and took him down with his legs. Josh knew this was it. He stood in front of Cole's panting form.

He wiggled his pert bottom, smirking at Cody before leaping backwards in a standing moonsault, a move which he'd been working on a lot with Eve recently. He landed right across Cole's chest and Cody slid next to them.

"One, two, three."

"See, Cole, don't mess with the big boys," snarled Josh, "And if you even look at my boyfriend or my best friend with anything more than professional admiration again, I will ask for a repeat of this at Capitol Punishment. Now clean yourself up."

And with a huff, he straighted his sweatpants before climbing over the ropes and out of the ring, closely followed by Cody.

"I was convinced he was going to hurt you," Cody said.

"Stupid flabby prick," Josh spat, "He'll be on his best behaviour tonight, otherwise I'll tell Booker that I just kicked his ass...sorry you didn;t get to wrestle, Coddles."

"It's OK, I'm just glad you're not hurt...and loved the booty-poppin' you did before that standing moonsault!" Cody grinned.

"Eve taught me that," Josh said.

"Joshy, you're looking amazing recently," Cody went on, "All this working out and wrestling you're doing, those abs are fucking solid...bet you and Mike are at all the time!"

"Hell yeah," Josh grinned, "How do you think I got my abs when I have 230 pounds of him riding me constantly?"

"You not bottomed yet?" grinned Cody, "You miss it, surely?"

"Yeah..I do," Josh said, "But Mikey loves taking me too much. He's so submissive its's weird, and yet on screen he's so dominant."

"Mind you, Mike's got a very fuckable ass," Cody smiled, "Like Teddy."

"Coddles, the day you top, the world as we know it will end!" smirked Josh, "Bet you grab Teddy's ass when he pounds you...look at this, like a ripe fucking nectarine!"

He grabbed Cody's solid, round bottom.

"Hands off my boy, Mathews!" came a southern drawl and Ted stood on the stage, arms folded, grinning.

"Teddy!" Cody ran and leapt into his boyfriend's arms.

"Hello trouble!" chuckled Ted, "Coped for a full forty minutes without me?"

"You just missed an epic match!" Cody said.

"No, I got a good view here, and I filmed the entire thing!" grinned Ted, flashing his smartphone, "Check out Josh with his poppin' little booty."

"I know, if he farted and wafted it into Cole's face that would have been easily an Unforgettable Smackdown Moment," Cody said.

"Ewww!" Ted made a face.

"Don't you think Joshy should go ask Hunter for a contract?" Cody said.

"Honestly, you should," agreed Ted, "You'd make Mikey so proud!"

Josh blushed.

"By the way Teddy, speaking of Raw..Alex and Evvy are dating now!" Cody squealed.

"Awww!" Ted said, smiling, "That's cute. Right, baby boy, hadn't you better shower and get your suit on ready for later?"

"But Teddy...don't you and Bryan need to go through your match? I'm supposed to intervene and so is Ignacio!" Cody whined.

"Yeah we know, but Ignacio attacks me not you, so go shower!" Ted said, lightly slapping Cody's bottom.

"Okay...LOVE YOU TEDDY!" Cody had a big grin on his face as he pressed his lips to Ted's.

"Love you too, Baby boy, now Josh, take him away and keep him out of trouble until tonight if that's possible?" chuckled Ted, "If you see Danielson, tell him I'm waiting!"

He pecked his boyfriend's lips one more time before they parted ways. Josh wished Mike was there at that moment...but he was happy to have got one over on Cole at least.

Yeah, odd one this, I sorta ran with whatever popped into my head. More Josh loveliness but no Mike this time! And of course, I had to show more Evan/Alex as y'all wanted to see their night!

Justin really doesn't know when to stop, does he? Don't worry, he will get a comeuppance soon, especially now Josh and Mike have armed Coddles with the ultimate pipe-bomb!

And I had to have villainous Cole after alluding to it in previous chapters - how is Josh coping with his sickening fanboying over Mizzie every week?

BTW Ignacio was the original Sin Cara's real name.

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