Chapter 11

Thanks to the lovely comments as usual from you all! Yeah it did seem like Cody and Josh's making up was a bit too convenient. But this isn't the end of their troubles. Not by a long shot.

The only reason I've called Swagger "Jake" in these chapters is to stop myself from confusing him with Jack Korpela. If I write abut 2 Jacks it'll get all muddled in my head.

Dedicated to all my loyal readers but mainly to Kyle (KJ-Slashbug) who has provided me with some great inspiration for future chapters! Cheers fella :D

Warning. Smut. In fact this is a full-blown citrus tree.

I just realised that this is over a month behind current WWE programming. Here we're still on the week after Summerslam!

The six-foot-six blonde shushed his small partner as he reached for the bolt on the toilet cubicle door. He was listening out for anyone nearby. They couldn't both come out together as that'll be suicide.

"You're amazing," Josh whispered.

"Sssh," Jake replied but he was flattered.

The bathroom seemed to be quiet. Jake slowly unbolted the door and padded out, Josh pulling the chain to try and make it look even less suspicious.

Jakes face burned when he saw a man and a young boy at the sinks. Oh fuck. He had to get out of there fast. But he didn't want to just fuck off and leave Josh there. He went to the sinks and began to wash his hands, not even daring to look in the mirror or make eye-contact with the other people there. He could see Josh out the corner of his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he'd come out the same stall as the large blonde. Especially as another man had just walked in and taken the stall NEXT DOOR. Josh didn't care. What was the likelihood of seeing these people again? He padded over to the sinks nonchalantly and began to wash his hands, just as the father and son left the room.

"Phew," Jake whispered, relieved.

"Close call," agreed Josh.

"Anyone in here?" asked Jake.

"One guy just went to shit but he won't see," Josh hissed, "C'mere."

They began to make out once more, only breaking apart when they heard the chain flush and a man came back around the corner….both Jake and Josh blanched when they saw him.

"Oh hey guys," said Tyson Kidd, "Didn't see you."

He studied both their crimson faces. He clearly had realised something was going on but was trying to be discreet. Especially as he'd actually entered the place just 5 minutes ago but left to avoid anything embarrassing. Apparently he'd returned a bit too early and he'd now heard everything.

Swagger and Mathews. Hmm. Interesting.

"I'm just gonna go….get….burger," Josh gulped, realising that they'd been rumbled. He'd walked right past Tyson as the Canadian had come in and not even realised! Oh shit. He had to get out of here. Fast. Jake was looking panicked too. Tyson just looked a little baffled. The Canadian shook his head and turned on the tap, washing his hands.

Jake just bolted gawkily out.

"Fuck!" he hissed, spotting Josh looking very worried.

"We can't keep sneaking around like this," the small man said, "Coddles already knows about us, we cant have anyone else finding out."

"I know," agreed Jake.

"But," Josh said, a naughty smile lighting up his pretty face, "The whole being caught thing…..hot, or what?"

Jake also grinned. He had to agree. Being a stone's throw away from being caught with their pants down by either another wrestler, a dirtsheet-hungry fan, or a reporter, only served to make their climaxes even more intense. Josh was so ready to have Jake fuck him over the toilet like a common rent-boy as well.

Just across the station at the coffee shop, Layla, who was supping a latte-to-go, spotted the two men outside the entrance to the bathrooms, Josh standing in that flirty little way he often did to guys he thought were hot, and Jack Swagger folding his huge arms and smiling back. They were so obviously flirting.

Layla wasn't stupid or a prude. She knew damn well that they'd blatantly been getting dirty in there. She just hoped that they weren't taking too many risks. Cody would blow his top when he found out, especially after that phone call. Talk about throwing it back in his face….

The tour bus arrived at the hotel where the Superstars and Divas were staying for the night to let them off to check into their rooms. It really did feel like a school trip at this point. They were all obligated to touch down and then go find the gym to do some pre-show working out. After all, nobody could afford to be even off-the-pace slightly, even at the taped shows.

Jake and Josh collected their keys and practically ran to the elevator. Both men were still horny from the close-call at the service station. It had been an hour now and their libidos were already rising again.

"Hold the doors!" came a voice and in came Zack Ryder and ring announcer Justin Roberts. Damn. Now they had to act normal. Josh's shorts as well, did little to hide the boner he was sporting. Jake at least could cover up with his shirt tails.

Conversation in the lift was banal and meaningless, and when the doors opened and they all spilled into the corridor (their rooms were both on this floor), Jake and Josh were very grateful.

Jake swiped the card and pushed the door open, practically throwing his case aside and yanking his little lover inside, slamming the door shut.

"At. Fucking. Last," whined Josh, leaning up and devouring Jake's mouth once more, Jake grunting with approval as he kissed back, hands instantly slipping into those tiny shorts, feeling that smooth ass. Josh wiggled his hips so the shorts could be slipped down easily….he was a pro at getting undressed fast…the slut.

Jake immediately dropped to his knees. He was going to give the little minx a treat before plowing his ass hard. He licked the underside of the small man's quite-impressively-sized cock before taking Josh into his mouth. Josh mewed and began to fuck Jake's facehard…..enjoying the sensation….mmmmm…

Jake's hands grabbed those solid, smooth ass cheeks….Josh had such a great little ass on him. He couldn't WAIT to fuck it again. The Josh in 2009 was skinnier and less toned but still had a killer set of glutes. Now Josh was a full-time wrestler…..he was just begging for a pounding. Great little body.

He released Josh's length from his mouth and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off. Josh's eyes transfizxed on that amazing torso. Jake should wrestle in trunks. So much hotter. That singlet did NOT do it justice.

Jake then began to undo his khakis and kicked them down, before kicking off his flipflops so his Herculean frame was now fully naked. Josh instantly had a flashback to 2009…..Jake's wife was a lucky bitch getting this all to herself.

Josh peeled off his own black top and fumbled with his shorts and low-top Chucks so he too was naked. Jake padded over and began to hungrily kiss the little tart once more, hands on both men now wandering needily over the body of the other, neither wanting to waste time.

Josh hadn't bought any of his paraphernalia with him….no lube or poppers. Just a few condoms from the machine back at the service station. He was stil going to be safe. His name wasn't Alex Riley after all. Still, Josh had taken two cocks inside him before now. He could handle some dryness.

"Rubber," Jake said simply.

No time for foreplay. He wanted a fuck. And so did Josh. They'd done all the foreplay they could stand. it was time to do the fucking deed. Testosterone was raging through their veins like hot lava and both men just wanted to do it right now.

Josh bent over to fumble in his shorts before ;locating the packet and tossing it to Jake who hastily ripped it open clumsily. He pulled one out and tore the foil sachet open with his teeth.

"Ribbed, hey?" he grinned.

"Just shut up and put it on!" Josh mewed, getting on all fours onto the bed, hands on his ass cheeks, holding them open so Jake had easy access.

"Such a little slut," Jake grunted, rolling the sheath onto his length before climbing onto the bed behind the smooth, hot little twink…it was such a trip down memory lane….seeing that bird tattoo once more between Josh's shoulders on his back. He sucked on two of his fingers before reaching between those glutes. He'd fingered Josh in their previous sessions together….but this was the first time they'd both been properly naked together….it had all been stolen moments in arenas and the like so far. About time. Josh would enjoy that hunky body later. Now he just wantedJakes dick in him.

He moaned and whimpered as Jake began to scissor him….Jake had mainly fingered him in their past meets to familiarise himself once more with prepping a boy for sex. Josh wriggle a little, holding his cheeks open so Jake had more room. Three fingers added now..slowly…teasingly…Josh whimpering like the slut he was. It had been so long.

Jake removed his fingers and began to spit on his hand. This was naught, dirty, rough coupling that only could occur between MEN. Josh might be a fem little bitch but he could take a pounding like a pro and never complain.

The blonde leaned down, his hardon now aimed at the tigt pink opening. He gently pushed forward, between those pert little cheeks that could have been off a much younger boy…Josh cried out as he was penetrated…..it still hurt….every time, especially dry. No matter how many times and with how many different men…..he had to get used to it….he pushed back, still holding himself open….

Jake pushed in a bit irther, realising that Josh wasn't telling him to stop. But his brain was guided firmly by his cock now and he shoved himself RIGHT in there…feeling those soft globes of flesh now rubbing against his pelvis. Josh let out another cry….he was so full…FUCK this was big…Jake was definitely one of his bigger conquests. And that was saying something…he'd forgotten how BIG Jake was when it came to FEELING him.

Jake began to slowly move, desperate to fuck now.

Josh began to whimper.

Tentatively.

Then Jake began to move a bit quicker.

Josh started to mew more….as his body was now firmly used to the intrusion and his prostate got spiked, sending jolts of pleasure running through him. Oh yes. Oh yes. OH YES.

About time.

Why had Jake taken this long to fuck him?

Jake by now had built a steady rhythm up….moaning and grunting with pleasure….Josh's ass was SO DAMN TIGHT. How could he take every inch? What a little slut.

"More!" whined Josh.

The only word he spoke.

Jake didn't need telling twice. He knew Josh liked it rough. He knew Josh could take it rough. He wanted to GIVE it to Josh rough. He began to really fuck the little ass now, Josh pushing back, knuckles white as they now clutched the duvet, as Jake gave him a thorough seeing-to…the one he so desperately CRAVED.

Jake grabbed those snaking, tiny, slim hips and pulled the little moppet back so he could REALLY pound him now….Josh was now full-on screaming….the angle was spot-on….his prostate was being totally smashed and his skin was on fire. He could go for hours like this and never tire out…..this was the fuckin' LIFE…..better than wrestling….better than…oh fuck…ohhh….he couldn't hold it anymore…

Jake felt the ass muscles clench him SO tightly that he was sure Josh would take his cock off…as the small man let out a final scream before a few ropes of semen erupted over the dark blue duvet cover…..the second orgasm more intense than the first earlier on in the service station.

Jake was getting off even more on Josh cumming first….in his eyes, Josh was the woman of this coupling and he'd made him cum…without jerking his cock. He was obviously good. And now he was close….so fuckin close…..he continued to fuck the little ass…feeling it coming….a bit more…..Josh certainly not protesting….he let out a growl as he finally came a second time….burning on its way out.

Josh was done.

Jake was done.

For now.

Layla El was stood outside the hotel room door, staring at the number. She was sure that Josh had text her the right number. Yeah, positive. And she was a little annoyed that a 'Do Not Disturb' sign had been placed outside. They had to be at the arena soon, downtime was over! They had a show to do. Josh had said to meet him outside his room at five exactly so they could go down to the arena together. It was now five past.

The Divas champion knocked the door.

No answer.

She knocked again.

Still no answer.

Layla knew damn well why there was none and she was getting a bit pissed off.

Inside the room, Josh was splayed out on the bed, butt-naked and on his back. His smooth legs being held apart by the strong arms of Jake as the larger man continued to assault his asshole like a jackrabbit. The pair had been at it virtually continuously since checking into this hotel room about hours ago. After a small amount of recovery and resting from their first heated fuck, it hadn't been long before they'd started touching…..then kissing….. then sucking…and then rimming….before Josh couldn't hack it any longer and spread his legs, begging Jake for his cock again.

He was mewling with ecstasy and scratching at Jake's sculpted back and big man ass as the Oklahoma native continued to fuck him. Hard. They were both athletes after all. And Jake was addicted to this sassy, fiery little whore who didn't take much persuading to put out. Josh was hooked on being used by this big, muscular hunk with the pretty sizeable cock. If it was a different universe and Jake wasn't a married young dad, Josh would most definitely have asked Jake to be his boyfriend. But he was happy to just be his naughty bit on the side for now before the spark fizzled out and Jake got cold feet.

Josh hadn't managed two fucks in a short space of time for a while now…..certainly not since he'd been in more committed relationships. He'd got his modjo back. He was most certainly an insatiable little thing when he wanted to be. And Jake was just a fucking Sex GOD.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Sssh….ignore it baby boy," Jake growled, intent on finishing them off if it killed him. A third cum was proving lengthy to eke out.

Josh just whined and whimpered in response…..if that person knocked again he was going to up the volume. Clearly they didn't understand 'Do Not Disturb'!

"Ssssh!" Jake chuckled, blonde hair damp and matted with sweat, his handsome chiselled features flushd and sheened with the effort and hormones. He began to kiss Josh's mouth, trying to stifle the oh-so-wanton noises emanating from it. He was aching a little. Maybe next time Josh can do the work and ride him?

He was close….again….getting there…c'mon…..bit more…..he released Josh's legs which fell and immediately locked around him like a vice, Josh's hands scratching much more viciously at his back. What a little tiger. Jake was hooked….the boy was a drug. Sex with another guy shouldn't be this fucking horny. But it was.

Josh….he was getting close….his legs were numb….his ass on fire…..he was well and truly…fucked. He let out a high-pitched wail as he finally came one last time, this time barely dribbling but the intenstity still ripped through him like a scythe. Even during the second time, he still managed to come first, again, unaided. Jake was just that damn good in bed.

Jake growled with slight frustration….still annoyingly not quite there…close….so fucking close….

Josh could tell Jake was desperate to cum…he knew the feeling only too well himself.

"Do it like you fucking mean it then," he mewed, grabbing his numb legs, which was somewhat of an effort, and pulling them back, showing off his flexibility, earned from all the hard training and ring work he'd been doing so far so Jake could REALLY go to town on him…..he didn't mind the pain. He wanted Jake to get off too. Just because he'd come didn't mean it was over…he could take it.

Outside, Layla let out a growl of frustration of her own. She could hear Josh's mews from out here. Not exactly what she wanted to head into Smackdown thinking about, but there we go. She knew Josh and Jake would be bonking each other rotten the moment they got to their hotel room. She just thought he might value his punctuality a little more.

"HURRY UP!" she barked, banging on the door loudly, "You're gonna be late!"

Inside, both Josh and Jake froze…Jake literally a millisecond away from climax.

"Fuck her, just finish off," Josh hissed.

Jake huffed and pulled out, his hardon rapidly softening. That kinda killed it for him. He tore the rubber off and tossed it aside.

"Sorry," Josh said, sitting up to give Jake a hug and kiss.

"S'OK baby," Jake said, "We got tonight yet."

"Good point!" Josh grinned, mopping his sodden brow and kissing his lover again.

"Now go answer the door," Jake said, crawling across the bed to locate something to cover up with. His khakis. He struggled to pull them on…he was definitely not in a fit state to greet a Diva! Oh well. Josh reached over the other side of the bed to locate his shorts. He kicked his legs off the bed and stood up to put them on….and fell down back on the bed, to a guffaw from Jake.

"Surprised you can walk!" he quipped.

"Whose fault's that, Mr. 8 inches?" Josh smirked, wriggling awkwardly into the small black garment. He tried to gingerly stand up again….slowly…slowly….finally he could just walk...and owww his ass was really twinging. Oh so worth it. He opened the door and stared right into an indignant Layla.

The scent of male sweat and sex smacked the English girl right between the eyes as the sweaty small man, in just his shorts, opened the door. She almost reeled back. Josh was clearly nowhere near ready to go perform in front of a sold-out arena for Smackdown.

"What you playing at? Five o'clock you said!" she snapped, "Quarter past, Vince will be tanning your arse if you don't hurry it up!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" Josh said.

"Think you've done quite enough of THAT," snarked Layla, shooting a disapproving glare at the shirtless blonde hunk at the other end of the room who was currently checking his bag to make sure he had his stuff together for Smackdown.

"Sorry," Josh said, blushing.

"You can't show up looking like that…..you stink of sex," she said, "Take a shower, seriously. If Coddles catches you…."

"He'll what? Give me a good spanking?" sassed Josh.

"Not funny," Layla said, "Could you seriously not contain yourself until after the bloody show?" Her mood was not improved as she spotted the two used condoms laying on the floor. Two times since they got here a couple of hours ago? Impressive.

"Nope," Josh said nonchalantly, "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go freshen up, make myself presentable for the chaperone."

"Quit it," Layla scolded, "If you two start bickering just once…"

"We won't!" Josh said, padding towards the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving his friend alone with his loverboy. Jake caught the Divas champion's dark eyes fixing him with a stony glare and gave her a casual smile to try and make this situation awkward.

"Jacob, what are you playing at?" she asked.

"Lay…..we've been through this….I know what I'm doing," Jake said, shrugging.

"Do you?" Layla asked. "Joshy is a bit of a slag, yes…we all know that….but he wants to be happy too. You've got a family. You can't have your cake and eat it you know. Just promise me you won't hurt him."

"I will!" Jake protested, "Lay, he knows as well as I do that it's just a bit of fun. What happens on the road, stays on the road, right? He's not Alex Riley. He's not going round fucking everything in pants."

"He is though," Layla said, "You know about -?"

"Yeah," cut in Jake, "I know about HIM as well. But that's OK. I won't hurt him. I promise."

"I know you won't," Layla said, softening her voice, "It's not me you'll have to convince. Cody will go apeshit. He's not happy about it and you know what he's like."

"Yeah I know," Jake said, pulling on a black vest and spraying himself with some deodorant, "I'll deal with Runnels later."

"On your own head be it, I just hope the sex is worth everything you're risking," Layla said, "And if Cody finds out you've hurt Josh…..you better start praying."

The bathroom door opened at that point and the tiny figure of Josh appeared in just a towel. His body glistening with the water. He padded to his bag and pulled out some underwear, which he put on under the towel. He then re-dressed in the shorts and black tee before checking his bag one final time to make sure he had ring gear and other important paraphernalia still inside.

Layla surveyed the scene in front of her. She felt a bit of a killjoy for lecturing Jake like a schoolmarm but this was already starting to become too much for her to handle. On one hand, Josh was happy, and he knew what he was getting from Jake (a good rodgering and some OK company) but she knew Josh…..if he carried on too long he'd probably fall for Jake. Or Jake might fall for him. It could happen. Jake had a wife and young child back home. And Josh could just as easily get bored and set his eyes on another guy. After all Alex Riley was acting like Josh used to act (albeit not as unpleasant to everyone as Alex was being)….and Josh was already reliving his past by dropping his pants for other men. She just hoped this dirty little affair would fizzle out and Josh calmed down a bit. Josh was just enjoying the end of a dry spell. She hoped. But then again, recently, Jake was the second man Josh had bent over for….

Cody would go even more mental at that one.

Jake and Josh picked up their bags and began to head out the room, which was now scented more pleasantly with men's bodyspray.

"Come on then," Layla said, leading the way and dragging her wheeled suitcase along behind her.

Jake clasped Josh's hand. Josh took it. He didn't mind this really. He was old and wise enough to know this was just a temporary thrill. He'd have to look elsewhere soon enough. But he was going to enjoy Jake while he lasted.

The little company made their way back down the lobby, where a thickset brunette was stood alone, an amiable smile on his pretty face. Cody. He'd arrived not too long ago with Daniel and Ryback, and had hung around to see if Layla (and Joshy) were still here. And yes. He spotted Layla instantly and Josh not far behind her…..however his stomach did a backflip and rage bubbled up inside when he saw Josh was holding hands with fuckin' Jack Swagger.

But he knew there was no point starting up any shit. No matter how much he'd like to beat the shit out of that lisping douche currently shitting on his marriage and using his friend as a sex toy.

"Oh….hey you, didn't realise you were still here," Layla said to Cody as they approached him.

"Thought I'd meet you so we could go to the arena together," Cody said, pointedly ignoring Josh and Jake.

"Sure," Layla said, spotting this instantly, "Just us, or Josh and Jake as well?"

"Oh," Cody said, a little nastily, "Didn't realise you had company."

Layla rolled her eyes. Well that had lasted all of a few hours then.

"Smoke?" asked Josh, loudly so Cody had to notice him.

"Trying to cut back," Cody replied curtly, "You should too. Not exactly a spring chicken, are you?"

"Cody!" Layla said reproachfully.

"It's ugly but it's the truth," Cody said obstinately, "Josh, I have not been pleased with your ring performance of late. You're botching too much. You need to stop focussing on frivolous activity and pull your finger out."

Jake immediately opened his mouth but stopped himself before he put his foot in it. He always assumed Cody and Josh were like brothers. Cody was behaving more like, well, Vince. Jake wasn't stupid. He could clearly see that the former Dashing one was clearly jealous. Probably not getting any from DiBiase Junior lately. He hadn't seen that side of Rhodes before. Was he always that controlling? He tightened his grip on Josh's hand. His little fling with Josh may well have just been about sex, but the Oklahoma native wasn't a total shit. Well, apart from cheating on his wife with a man….

"Who do you think you are?" Josh demanded, padding across and squaring up to the man he sometimes wondered could still be his friend.

Cody's face remained stony.

"Nice to know our friendship means so much to you, Josh," he said, woodenly, "After everything I said to you earlier….you go and throw it all right back in my face. Rest stop bathroom, hey? How much trashier do you want to get?"

Josh blanched. Layla's mouth dropped open.

"Surprised I know, huh?" Cody went on, "Tyson Kidd's surprisingly candid when he wants to be. He had to listen to everything….including you asking, what was it, oh yes…..'cum on my hole'. Joshy….what happened to you?"

Josh didn't know whether to punch him in the mouth or run from the lobby crying. His face was scarlet and burning with embarrassment.

Layla just fixed Cody with a furious glare.

"Satisfied?" she spat, "Could you not keep that big trap of yours shut just this once? Sometimes I don't know how Ted puts up with you."

She knew before she finished speaking that she touched a nerve. Cody turned and gave her the dirtiest look. She should have known better than to ever mention his relationship with Ted in a negative way.

Jake meanwhile was now feeling a bit awkward. This was why he'd wanted to keep his and Josh's affair secret. He could have just about coped with Layla knowing. But Cody. No. He couldn't. And Kidd had been in there all along? He was probably doing the pretend to leave the toilets trick 'nervous shitters' did when others were in a communal bathroom….and came back too early. How much had the Canadian heard? Apparently enough to drop them both right in the shit.

And now the blonde knew why affairs were a bad idea. You always get caught in the end. Three, even four colleagues knowing was 4 too many in his eyes. He'd keep the sleeping arrangements for tonight and then end it tomorrow morning. It was better for both of them.

He discreetly padded out of the lobby, realising that Josh and Cody, who were both still staring daggers at each other, wouldn't spot him leaving. He'll go to the arena alone. And see Josh after the show. Preferably naked. In his bed. Where nobody could bother them.

Layla had also stormed out. The boys needed to sort their shit out pronto. She was starting to get really tested by their childish bitching and rowing all the time. Cody needed to stop being so possessive of Josh, and Josh needed to stop being so defensive. Cody did it because he cared, the English girl could see that, but she was tired of being caught in between them. They had been falling out far too often lately. Making up and then falling out promptly again a short while later. What had changed so much between them? Before Josh settled down with Mike and was still going out and sleeping around, they never rowed like this. It was like Cody was getting more and more obsessed with keeping tabs on Josh. She'd known about the constant texting and DMing on Twitter asking Josh of his whereabouts as well.

Now the others had left them alone, Josh and Cody continued to stare each other out.

Josh was sat in the locker room. He'd just come out of a meeting with Creative and was actually quite pleased about it. He was actually due to fly out to Florida for a fortnight to film a few shows of NXT. He was very excited about this because he could really hone his skills and use a break and change of scenery. Not that being on the road was tough but all the shit that had gone down with him and Cody, and his steamy affair with Jake as well….an escape to the sunshine state would be most welcome.

Except for one thing. Richie.

How was Josh going to cope with spending a few weeks working hard alongside another of his ex-boyfriends? He'll cross that bridge when he'll come to it.

He had a quick match tonight on Smackdown but tomorrow he was due to catch a flight to Florida. He needed to make a phone call. Creative (well, Stephanie and a couple of other senior writers) had told him that while they were impressed with his ring work so far (especially, Stephanie had mentioned, his match with Cody a few weeks ago on Superstars), they didn't want to push him too hard as a wrestler in case he was a flop a-la Tensai. Josh was more than happy with that, it meant he could just do his thing on NXT for a bit and lie low in Florida. Unless they asked him back for Superstars stuff, he was free to wrestle down south for a bit.

Josh wasn't needed for Smackdown, and his Superstars effort with Drew was yesterday so basically, he was free to go to the airport tonight if he wanted.

He had an idea about where he could stay as well, rather than rent or spend money on hotel stays. He just hoped they would let him stay. He pulled his Android out of his pocket and browsed his contacts. He dialled.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Jack! How you doing?" Josh said.

"Oh! Hey Joshy!" Jack Korpela already sounded happier, "Great night huh?"

"Yeah," Josh said, "Hey, I need to ask a favour, I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I've just been told I'm being booked to work NXT for a few weeks…."

"Omigod, really?" Jack exclaimed, "Oh wow, that's awesome! You'll love it here, it's just like FCW was!"

"Well it is FCW!" chuckled Josh, "But would that be OK? To stay with you and Matt? I'll pay towards food and stuff, if you like?"

"Course you can stay! When do you fly out?" Jack said, "That'll be so cool having a friend stopping by when Mattie's out on the road with WWE! And don't talk shit, you don't owe me anything! Just come and hang out. That's all I ask! Anyway we'll be training and working matches most of the time! When do you fly out? Let me know so I can come meet you!"

Josh was already grinning. His former commentary colleague sounded so genuinely happy that he was going over there. This was already gonna be good.

"Tonight," Josh said, "Or tomorrow morning by the time I get there. I'm gonna stay in the hotel and get up early. Don't put yourself out though."

"Oh, that soon?" Jack said, "I'm sure I'll be able to get our house ready by then. Take as long as you want, honey."

Josh noted the use of 'honey'. He had definitely noticed a real change in Jack, even compared to when they were both at FCW together not so long ago. Jack was definitely a changed guy now he had a new career and a solid relationship. Josh had really enjoyed the other night at the club. It had been so long since he had the chance to just go be himself. Jack was such a refreshing change from Cody. And the way Cody was being right now, Josh was looking for any excuse necessary to escape the second-generation superstar. So Josh was not only fucking a Jack, he was going to stay with another Jack….whom he'd also slept with. He was never more than a mile away from any one of his long list of exes, it seemed. Oh well, the trials and tribulations of being a slut.

He decided to not be a total asshole and send Cody a text.

To: Codfish

I wont see u 2night because they dnt need me. Am off 2 FL 2morro 2 go on NXT 4 few weeks. Speak to u soon Jxxx

He didn't expect a reply. He then scrolled down a bit until he found Jake's number.

To: Swaggs

Am off 2 hotel early. U needed 4 show? If not….ill be waiting 4 u ;) :P xxxxxxx

His cock was already rising at the thought. He didn't see why he couldn't spend the night off having some more fun. Fuck Cody and Layla. If they wanted to behave like his parents then that was their decision. They couldn't stop him from going to see Jake. He was going to enjoy this dirty, ephemeral affair while it lasted.

His phone buzzed almost immediately

From: Swaggs

me neither…wanna fuck? cant wait to tear u up again xx

Typical Jake. Such an alpha male. Josh was getting slowly hornier as he tapped a response

To: Swaggs

im sure my ass can take it :P meet u outside arena in 10? xxxx

Josh and Jake had barely got through the hotel room door before they began to hungrily devour each other's mouths. The events of earlier apparently not bothering either man as right now, their brains were both firmly in their pants. All they were currently caring about was getting their rocks off again. Josh was amazed he'd have the energy to go for round THREE in the same day but then again it had been a long time beforehand since he'd had any action in his bed so he hadn't worked out all his frustration yet!

He was going to be in control this time. He decided.

He and Jake wrestled each other to the bed once more before Josh found himself on his back, his shorts ripped down his smooth legs instantly.

"Just give it up," growled Jake, who'd already unbuttoned his khakis when they got out the lift into the corridor, and was now shucking them off. He just wanted back inside that tight little ass.

"Gladly," Josh said, and he rolled over onto his front, so his smooth little ass was staring Jake in the face, his reddened entrance in full view.

Jake was not messing around tonight. It had been a long time since he'd spent a day getting up to mischief in bed and for once he was glad he'd become a jobber. More time to mess about. Right now this was no time for foreplay though. He needed to get back inside that tight hole. Maybe he'll sensually make love to the little minx later. But now, he was going to tear him up. Not that the little hoe was complaining….

Jake parted the smooth globes of flesh and leaned forward…..he'd always been curious to go down on a guy's ass. Was it that much different from cunnilingus on a woman?

His tongue began to tentatively touch the soft, slightly sweaty skin. The very aroma of MAN was assaulting Jake's nostrils and strangely, he liked it. It was naughty. It was horny. And oh-so-addictive. Josh was most definitely a drug. Josh was mewling softly as Jake's tongue began to explore the pink crevice of flesh.

Josh was in heaven….he pushed his ass further into Jake's eager tongue as the big man feasted away on his body. Jake was a shit-hot kisser so Josh knew he'd be a talented rimmer. And it had been a criminally long time since Josh had his ass eaten out…it was one of his favourite forms of foreplay….sometimes men had actually rimmed him until he'd come. But usually the act never lasted that long….and the tongue was usually replaced rapidly by a dick.

Jake pulled away….that had turned him on SO much. More than he'd ever care to admit. But now the big man was curious….before he fucked Josh…..would Josh do the same to him? It wasn't like he'd ever get another chance at having his most private area pleasured.

"Fuck you're amazing!" whined Josh…..he was on another rplanet….his ass was tingling with ecstasy..but he wanted more than just a tongue…..he missed the senation from just a couple of hours ago already.

"Turn over," Jake rasped, unbuttoning and throwing off his shirt so his perfect Adonis-like frame was naked once more. He turned around so his big ass was now facing Josh…..for one moment Josh thought Jake might be asking to take his cock….but then the blonde wriggled up so those enormous glutes were right in Josh's face…..mmm….a big, proper man ass. Just what Josh liked

"You wanna rimjob too?" he gasped.

Jake nodded before gently rearing back so he was hovering over that pretty face….if he farted now he would leave the room and not come back….and slowly a cool, wetness began to lap between his cheeks, and two small, ringed, inked hands grabbed his muscular thighs with a fair bit of strength…as Josh's talented and hot little mouth got to work on Jake.

Jake moaned loudly….it was so…..unique…..and felt so good…..he could never repeat this….never….he was already fisting his cock by instinct….no…he couldn't….stop.

He lifted up and scooted back around so he was facing Josh…who had the sluttiest, most wanton smirk on his little face. He'd never seen Josh so…naughty and sensual. He could tell this was the real Josh Mathews. A wanton, sassy little minx who feasted on men. Now Jake knew the true definition of 'maneater'. He was looking at one.

Josh was itching with anticipation. Jake was already in prime positon…and so was he. He shufted his legs back and opened them wide like a good bottom boy should. He almost gave it up on autopilot now. He reached into the bedside cabinet, where they'd stashed the last few rubbers before going to the arena earlier. He tossed the sachet to Jake who ripped it open keenly and began to unroll the rubber sheath onto his hard cock.

Josh's alarm blared at the godforsaken hour he'd set. He yawned and groaned before reaching over to turn it off. He could still feel strong arms around his middle and hard abs against his back. Mmm. Jake was such a hunk. And the best sex he'd had in a long time. 3 times in the same day? Josh must have been in his 20s the last time he'd done that with a guy.

Jake was lightly snoring. Jake was definitely a sweater in his sleep…but he smelt so MANLY. No Josh. No time. You've had more than your fair share of that man these past 12 hours! The little man slipped his toned, tattooed, supple little body out of bed and padded dimly across the carpet into the bathroom, flicking the light on. There was a full-length mirror….Josh did like hotels that had them. He'd had some awesome nights in rooms with big mirrors.

He briefly remembered that time he and Mike acted out that role-play where he, Josh, ended up fuckng Mike in his suit, chinos around his ankles. Mike could be such a bottom when he wanted. Bless Mike and his insecurity about his weight.

Josh studied his own naked body in the mirror. He was very pleased with how his physique was developing. He always worked to stay trim and toned, even before he started wrestling again. But he had some real abs coming now and some sharp hiplines too. And it wasn't because he'd tried to mirror his shameful younger-crush Tom Daley's exercise routine at all….but hey it was paying off!

He was definitely looking more and more like a legit wrestler and less like an announcer playing dress-up. He didn't want to get too bulky (he liked wearing Layla's attires too much!) but he didn't see any harm in building his arms up. And plus he was still mightily proud of his round, solid, pert ass. Well it was, let's be honest, the most used part of his body…..

After a quick shower, the small man padded back into the bedroom, and was surprised to see Jake sat up in bed, the bedside light on his side now switched on.

"Morning," the blonde smiled, "Amazed you're walking after last night."

"Me too," grinned Josh, "You could have caught some more sleep if you wanted?"

"Wanted to make sure you got off safe," Jake said, his amazing sculpted chest catching the light very nicely as he crossed his large arms. He was such a hunk. A real piece of man. His blue eyes were fixed on Josh in his small hotelissue towel, wrapped around his tiny waist and open just at the right place, where shapely smooth thigh was visible.

"I think you made sure I got off enough yesterday," Josh replied, removing his towel and bending over naughtily to retrieve some fresh briefs from his bag and slipping them on.

Jake was hard already but decided that he';d have to make do with his hand once Josh left. He watched Josh pull his short workout shorts up over his legs and then hide that toned, inked torso with a black Nike vest. Josh then took his hair wax and began to style his hair into his usual pissed-off-porcupine style. Jake decided to go for broke and eased himself out of bed, padding over behind the little man and placing his arms around him, kissing the back of his head. Josh smelled of bodyspray, shower gel and hair products…undeniably masculine despite his fem little ways, reinforcing to Jake that he'd been having an illicit affair with another man. Because Josh was a bottom boy, Jake was able to almost disjoint this fact in his head. If he, Jake, had been on the receiving end of a cock….it would have been different. But how many six-foot-six bottoms were out there?

Josh could feel the hardon in the small of his back and began to harden himself in his shorts. No. No time. He'd had more than enough from Jake already. But he saw no reason why they couldn't fit a quickie in before he left…he was a tough little guy after all, he could take one more pounding…..he pulled the shorts down to his ankles in an instant and bent over…..

Josh stepped off the plane at the airport in Tampa, refreshed after catching up on sleep during the flight. He was allowed today off to settle in but tomorrow he was expected at Full Sail University to be present for tapings. The NXT shows were often taped in blocks so he had a fair amount of work to do. Now, though, he was glad he booked the early flight. So much time to just have some fun for a bit. He was really looking forward to staying with Jack Korpela in Tampa.

His phone buzzed as he approached a coffee shop. He pulled it from his shorts pocket.

From: Swaggs

hey sexy :P flight ok? x

He grinned to himself as he tapped the response.

To: Swaggs

yup :P my ass is red raw thanks 2 u tho LOL :P xxx

Buzz buzz.

From: Swaggs

not surprised…..4 times in 1 day….think u need 2 have laylas theme song…ur fuckin insatiable u r ;) xxxx

Josh loved it when men got playful.

To Swaggs

u try havin a long dry spell….and u could try not having such a fat cock :P xxxx

They continued to text each other crap like this as Josh made his way around the terminal, hoping that Jack Korpela remembered what time touchdown was…..but knowing Jack, he was probably going to be late. He made his way outside the terminal, where phone signal probably would be better. He dialled Jack's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jack….you here yet?"

"Yeah, where are ya? I've parked the car, I'll come meet you outside in 5?"

"Sure."

He hung up and then removed his backpack to retrieve his cigarettes. He lit up and made his way to a metal bench a few feet away, perching on the peeling black-painted surface to enjoy his smoke. His stomach rumbled. Swallowing Jack Swagger's morning load did not constitute breakfast. They'd had one rubber left so shame to waste it. However once he'd come, Josh had made Jake pull out and remove the rubber before sinking to his knees and giving Jake quite the blow-job to finish him off. Josh hadn't felt so alive in months. Well…..he hated that Cody was being such a dick to him but otherwise, he was in control of his happiness again and his wrestling career was making steady progress. Sure, he knew that when he went back on the road, he couldn't continue seeing Jake, but he'd had one hell of a time enjoying it while it lasted. He'll cross that bridge when he came to it. Now it was about enjoying time with his new BFF Jack (typical, trust him to go from a Jake to a Jack….he hoped no Freudian slips would happen!) and working with the hungry young superstars of the future.

By now he'd finished his cigarette and stomped it onto the ground to extinguish it.

"Is it that difficult to put it into the trash can?" came a voice.

Josh looked up and saw the handsome grinning face of his buddy, Jack Korpela. Sunglasses hid those laughing blue eyes but that smile was unmistakeable.

"Hey!" Josh got to his feet and turned to hug the younger man, surprised a little when Jack pecked his cheek. But then, they did have a little bit of 'history' between them….

"How was your flight?" asked Jack, linking his arm in Josh's as they made their way back towards the parking lot, "You look like you've barely slept."

"Managed a bit on the plane," Josh argued, "Sorry I didn't get the same flight as Matt, would have made sense really."

"Didn't he tell you, he's staying on the road for a day or two," Jack said, "Said he wants me to have time with my friends without him spoiling the party!"

"He's too good to you," Josh said, grinning, "He obviously trusts you to not get up to an mischief!"

"I'm not a hoe," Jack said firmly, "Matt's my man. I am faithful to my man."

Awww. Bless. That was so cute. Josh wished he could be like that. Ah well. He was having his life, and Jack was having his.

"I have got SO much to tell you," Josh said as they entered the parking lot and his eyes raked the lines of automobiles, noting a pretty smart late-Sixties Mustang fastback to the right of where they were heading.

"I gather," Jack said, "Is it about….?"

"Yup," Josh nodded.

Jack clicked his keyfob and the indicators of a Chevrolet Malibu flashed.

"Oh…..not a 'Vette then?" asked Josh, referencing Jack's current Twitter avatar.

"That's not mine, you know that!" Jack said, "Maybe one day."

Josh loaded his bags into the boot and got into the passenger seat, Jack joining him and firing the engine. Immediately Josh was startled by the radio playing a song…..Borderline…by Madonna. Old-school. And oh-so-gay.

"This reminds me of one time Coddles turned up to the arena and he had 'Into The Groove' blasting through his speakers," Josh remarked.

"What? Big Cody a fan of the queen?" Jack asked, "Thought he was too busy with his Star Trek figurines?"

"He'll murder you for that," Josh chuckled.

"All the same to me," Jack said, "Not far, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Sort of," smirked Josh.

Jack grinned in response. He knew exactly what his former announcer friend was referring to….with a reputation like Josh's it wasn't difficult.

"When we get there, you sit down and I'll make you some," he said, "Sorry it won't be a liquid one though but I'm sure the protein content will match."

Josh laughed, part-amused, part-taken-aback. When did Jack get so sassy?

After about fifteen minutes, they were entering a suburb, very Wisteria Lane-esque. Jack swung the wheel around and the blue sedan pulled onto the driveway of a house with, Josh noted, an absolutely immaculate front lawn and flowerbeds. Jack opened the front door and padded inside, kicking off his flip-flops.

"You mind removing your shoes?" he asked.

"Sure," Josh said, obeying his host without question and padding inside after him into the hallway.

The home was immaculate. So tidy and looked so welcoming at the same time. This was most definitely a gay man's place. Josh was half-expecting a quiche to be in the oven when he was given the inevitable grand tour.

I will carry on but this chapter's passed 8000 words so I better stop here before I ramble any more! 3 sex scenes and the hint of a 4th! I'm exhausted (creatively you dirty gets) after this so I will continue where I left off in Chapter 12.

Very announcer-led but enough hot hunky wrestler action to balance it I reckon. Despite the combover, I still think Swagger is one gorgeous hunk and has been neglected in slash of late, which is a shame because I think he's a great one to slash, especially with that body. For those who've seen my tumblr, Jack Korpela is sooo much hotter than I expected. KJ-Slashbug tweeted me a photo of shirtless!Jack and his body is HOT AS. So that's why he's been brought back. And also I wanted to go in a different direction and explore the uncharted waters of NXT, some great potential characters there, and also….drama with the ex (Richie) too! And plus it has Paige who is just amazing.

The Cody/Josh drama continues. And believe me it ain't over yet.

Anyway hope you enjoyed xxx