Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.

Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Eleven

Mike sat in his hotel room, staring at his ring. He enjoyed his two days with Wade, but he was sad that Wade and Ellie were not with him. He understood that he had a job to do, but he could still be sad.

"Hi, Mikey," Alex greeted.

"Hey, Alex." Mike looked up. "How have you been?"

Alex smiled. "I have something to show you."

Mike turned to him as Alex flashed a ring.

"You're engaged?"

"It's a promise ring."

"But close." Mike stared at it. "So, when can I meet him?"

"At WrestleMania."

"Alex..." Mike pouted.

"It'll be a surprise."

"Okay."

Alex sat down beside his friend and the older man instantly cuddled up to him. Alex wrapped his arms around his friend and talked lowly with him. They sat there until it was time for them to leave.

They got to the arena and went to their locker room. Alex stepped out for a bit to get something to snack on and drink. Mike was busy laying out their suits for their promo.

The door opened and closed.

"Boy, that was quick, Alex," Mike said.

"I'm not Alex," Batista said.

Mike quickly turned to him. He backed up and bumped into their bags. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to see my favorite lover." Batista walked towards the younger man.

Mike backed into the wall. "Leave."

The older man covered his prey. He took in a whiff, but his heart did not flutter. He looked down at the frightened man and into his fear filled eyes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alex asked.

Batista turned his head slightly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Mike's. He pulled away and stared at him. He slowly backed off.

Alex stared at the man as he walked out of the room.

Mike blinked.

"What was that about?" Alex asked.

The older man shook his head.

Dave walked out of the arena and straight to his car. He sat in the vehicle and stared out. His mind raced as he thought about Mike's scent, kiss, touch, and his eyes. Mike's eyes did not draw him in like it used it. The older man shook his head. He started the engine and drove off.

After Raw, Mike and Alex went back to their hotel room.

"Mike," Alex began, "I don't know what's going on."

"Batista and I used to date."

"Say what?"

Mike nodded.

"Oh..."

Mike sighed and began to talk about his relationship.

It was Tuesday morning when Wade woke up. He felt lonely without his Mike, but it was their job to entertain the masses. The Brit rubbed his eyes as he walked to the bathroom. He got ready for the day. As he pulled on his pants, he got a phone-call.

"Morning, my luv," Wade greeted.

"Hey, baby," Mike greeted back.

"How are you this morning?"
"Lonely."

"I'm lonely too."

"I've been thinking about you last night."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It made the bad experience go away."

"Bad experience?"

"Batista."

Wade's back straightened. "What happened?"

"He pinned me against the wall and kissed me."

"That's it?"

"Pretty much. Thinking about you made it all go away."

"Good. So...what did you think about?" The Brit laid on the bed as he slid his hand into his boxers.

"Well, you and me on the beach having fun. You decided that we should do something adventurous so you take me behind some rocks and kiss me."

"I like where this is going."

"You sneak your hands into my trunks and start to fondle me. You tell me to wrap my legs around your waist and I did. I feel you rubbing against my entrance with your fingers. You say this might stink a little as you push a finger in. It hurts for a bit, but soon, it feels so good. You finger-fuck me until I ask for you...all of you."

Wade slowly exhaled as he stroked himself.

"You push me against the rocks and kiss me. You ask me to turn around and I do so. You lift my hips up out of the water so you can enter me. You feel so good. You start off slow before you pound away. I grip the rock, moaning your name. With one final slam, you cum into me and I cum as well."

"Shit!" Wade stared at his cum covered hand. "Baby...I just took a shower. Now, I have to take another one."

Mike chuckled. "But it was worth it."

"That it was." Wade smiled. "You rooming alone tonight?"

"No...wait. Yes because I do know for a fact that Alex's mystery man will be here tonight...so, I'll be all alone."

"Awesome! I'll be there."

Heath watched his friend as he worked out. He could not help the feeling of foreboding every time he looked at Justin. The door to the gym opened and Zeke walked in. Heath quickly looked away, blushing.

"What's up with you?" Justin asked.

"What...what do you mean?" Heath questioned; his pitch went high on the last word.

"You're blushing."

"I...am not."

Zeke began to stretch out.

Heath watched the older man.

"Yeah, you are." Justin stared at the black man. "Oh...you have a crush."

"Shut it!"

The South African laughed.

Zeke came over and smiled at Heath. "How are y'all doing?"

"Good," Justin replied.

Heath nodded.

"Ready for show tonight?"

"Always," Justin replied. "I'm going to take a quick shower and get something to eat." Justin walked off to the showers.

Zeke looked to Heath, who stared at the ground. "You okay?"

Heath nodded. "I-I-I'll be right back." The ginger scurried off.

The black man watched Heath enter the locker room area. He sighed and went to workout.

Heath watched as Justin showered. He could see the red marks on his back. The ginger felt anger and sorrow for his friend.

"I'm not going to let him hurt you any more," Heath vowed.

A/N: Sorry, guys. I know that I should be updated more since the holiday seasons are over, but more things have come up in my life like I'm on head of a backyard wrestling federation. I hope to update more regularly as soon as things calm down.