Chapter 12
Thanks for the feedback from those who did :D I've left this for a while because I feel like I've written myself into a corner a bit. I'm going to take things in a different direction - been reading a few people's fics and after re-reading this (and the end of When Raw Wraps) I realise just how much this story has nosedived in quality. I enjoyed using the indie guys but it was at the expense of the established cast. I still miss Coddles though :( I'll try to refrain from using him as a crutch.
1 August 2016, Raw, Atlanta, GA
It had been a hard, emotional week for Sami Zayn.
Having your ex show up on the same brand as you whilst your long-buried passion for your long time happily-married confirmed straight friend boiled over wasn't for sissies.
It had resulted in a complete meltdown for the Canadian redhead. He had barely made it through all his live event appearances.
He could have handed his notice in right there.
But he hadn't counted on the support of his best friend Finn Balor. The cute Irishman had literally been there every step of the way for Sami since the day of the breakdown. Finn had had to do his final NXT bookings in Texas but he'd been checking up on Sami twice a day by Facetime or simple phone calls and WhatsApps.
Sami was grateful but felt undeserving. Finn had been catapulted straight to the main event scene with a title match against Seth Rollins. Sami was merely floating in the midcard. Finn also had his beau Karl Anderson to spend time with. Why was he wasting his time on problematic Sami?
All of this was constantly circulating his mind much like the infinite luggage carousels at the infinite airports that all the rosters faced in day to day road life.
Today, once more Sami was riding with Finn to Raw. And yet again Sami insisted he could find someone else (Cesaro and Sheamus maybe?) so Finn could travel with Karl and Luke. But nope, Finn hadn't taken no for an answer and booked everything. Sami had never seen him so determined. He was achingly grateful and told FInn this at least 10 times a day, as though expecting Finn to turn and tell him that he didn't deserve it. But Finn hadn't.
It was almost like Sami WANTED to make life more difficult for himself.
"What you thinking?" asked the adorable Irishman as he drove.
Sami was just watching the Georgia scenery flash by on the freeway, deep in thought.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Fergal...you don't have to give up all your time to mother me. You've got enough to worry about."
"I want to, Sami."
"And I appreciate it Fergal. I ruined your birthday."
"No you did not," snapped Finn, overtaking a minivan that was going way too slow, "How long have you known me Rami? It broke my heart seeing the pain you were in. You got me signed here in the first place darlin. I owe all this to you and I never acknowledge that. All the drama I caused when I was a guest at Raw. All the times you snapped me out of my diva moments. Now, have you kept to what we agreed?"
"Hand on heart, yes," Sami replied.
He and FInn had had an in-depth talk after that McDonalds visit last week. Turned out when he wanted to, Finn could give legit brilliant advice. He'd even bought Sami a stuffed toy penguin from Duty Free so he had something to cuddle whilst he poured his soul out to Finn (Karl Anderson had plugged in his headphones and allowed them time alone without his earwigging).
And the first thing Finn had ordered Sami to do (you could tell he'd absorbed a lot of Cody by this time) was to delete Grindr, Scruff, Hornet and Growlr from his phone. He'd watched Sami do it, and would ask every 2 days to see Sami's phone...screenshots and all. He also told Sami to avoid speaking to Neville because it would just flare things up again...and also, he'd insisted Sami keep Cesaro at arms length. Sami had objected a little but Finn brought up Sheamus - Irish sticking together - and Sami could see his point. Yeah dating Cesaro would mean great sex but Sheamus would get hurt and he didn't deserve that after Wade and the previous messes Cesaro had gotten him in.
"May I see?" asked Finn.
Sami showed him the phone, scrolling across the screens.
"You really think going celibate will solve my problems?" he asked.
"Until you just get your head straight," Finn said, "Take it from me. I've gone though the revenge hookups phase way too many times. And it's never worked out well for you in the past either...oh at last, Atlanta is at the next junction."
"Catfish city," remarked Sami, "Using the apps here is a minefield."
"Well we've got some time to kill...we smashed the gym this morning," Finn said, hurriedly indicating to turn onto the sliproad off the interstate, "Fancy seeing whats about?"
"Yeah, lunch would be nice," Sami said.
"Not just lunch," Finn said, "Just walk around a bit. You have to remember I've only been to a handful of states...ahhhhh I know just where we can go!"
"Where? Don't fancy an Irish pub," Sami said.
"No, silly...the zoo! I forgot Atlanta had a zoo!" Finn was beaming like a little kid.
"Ohhh...right, yeah the zoo would be nice," Sami said with a smile.
"Just us, like the old days," FInn said, "Can you look up where it is on your phone for me so I can put it on the satnav?"
"The what?"
"GPS," Finn corrected.
"You know I hate it when people google the answer on their phones rather than have a proper discussion.." pouted Sami.
"Sami don't be an awkward cow."
"Fine, OK...Zoo Atlanta..." Sami searched Google, "OK..800 Cherokee Avenue, south east."
"Zip code?"
"30315. Fergal if you climb into the giraffe enclosure I am not hauling you out."
"Giraffes don't eat people Sami."
"They are big and have hooves."
It took about half an hour to enter the large city and then meander across the sun-soaked streets until finally, they were pulling into Zoo Atlanta car park. It was fairly busy for a Monday but it was the school holidays, and once they'd paid the admission fees, Finn grabbed a map and unfolded it.
"OMIGOD..."
"What's up?" asked Sami, trying not to browse his phone. Cruising gay apps had become such a habit of his lately and without the apps he didn't have a lot else to look at, but the habit had become so engrained in him that he'd check it almost without consciously realising.
"You can feed the giraffes..." sighed Finn, "Can we?"
"I suppose so," Sami groaned.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud! Feeding animals is fun."
"We're grown-ass thirty-something men Fergal."
"You said this when Paige took us to feed the ducks after Mania."
"Ahh...Saraya, before she became the doormat of Del Rio."
"SAMI."
"Sorry Fergal but all she posts about on social media is him. I'd hate to be Summer these days. Yes Saraya, we get it, you forgot how good dick feels. Quit doing the most."
"Sami. We talked about this. Stop this jealousy of other people's happiness!"
"Well come on, look at her! Put yourself in Summer's shoes."
"ANYHOO...feed the giraffes from Twiga Terrace," Finn said loudly.
He was prepared to accept bitter rants from the redhead as it was only to be expected, but sometimes it could wear extremely thin. He wasn't the only person in the world to suffer unrequited love. Finn had tried to persuade Sami to just be happy for others as it would diffuse the intense jealousy he was feeling, but so far it wasn't working. He'd deliberately avoided talking about Karl in front of Sami just to keep him sweet. But why should he?
They began to walk amongst the various animal enclosures and gradually Sami's bad mood seemed to lift...animals were the oldest cure for feelings of resentment out there. Even just standing amongst families whilst the giant panda chewed on a stick of bamboo..or whilst the elephants lazily wandered about, occasionally taking small baths. Sami began to feel warmer inside as he beheld all the beautiful exotic animals. They seemed happy with their circumstances of being exhibitions for humans.
As he and Finn stood directly behind the fencing around the elephant enclosure, Sami noted a mischeivous small elephant calf, cantering about the place and generally seeming enthralled by the spectators. It had a clump of reeds in its mouth.
"Reminds me of the Jungle Book, in the miwitawy style," Finn gushed, eyes sparkling, "Awwww look hes coming over."
The little grey animal bounded over, before pausing directly in front of Sami. Its trunk raised and stroked the fencing.
"I think he likes you," Finn said.
"Do I pet him? He might bite me."
"Elephants don't bite."
"What if his mom comes over and tramples me?"
"Sami. Stroke his head."
Sami carefully reached over and patted the slightly rough gunmetal-hued skin of the calf's head. Its eyes closed and it nuzzled up, enjoying the attention. Awwww. Sami couldn't help but smile.
Finn could barely contain his glee as the zoo attendant handed him a couple of bright jade-green romaine lettuces.
The giraffe enclosure was surrounded by wooden fencing, fairly open so the large animals could easily lean over and receive all these wonderful free presents from this weird human creatures.
"Mind your head Fergal," Sami giggled, in much better spirits than before.
"I can read the sign," Finn's eyes were hearts as he tore an outer leaf from one of the lettuces.
"There's one coming now," Sami said.
A giraffe had spotted the flash of green and gracefully padded over to investigate...yay food. Finn suppressed a SQUEE. The kind he'd reserve for times when Cody appeared.
"Just reach over," the attendant instructed, "Just be careful they don't pull you."
"Hewwo Mr Giraffe...you hungwy?" cooed Finn, handing the leaf to the magnificent creature, its yellow and brown patterned coat resplendent in the midday Atlanta sunshine.
"Just step up the line sir...stretch out.." the attendant continued.
Finn was beaming from ear to ear as the giraffe leaned over and gobbled the leaf from his outstretched hand.
Sami was filming this on his phone.
"Take my photo!" Finn squealed.
He stood in the Finn-Freeze pose by the fence.
Sami took a photo.
Then the giraffe craned its never-ending neck and licked the side of his head slobberingly.
Finn's face was a PICTURE. His cheeks were pink and he looked, frankly, like an ecstatic little kid.
Sami had to capture this for Snapchat.
He took a photo.
Finn began eagerly tearing off more lettuce leaves to feed the animal. He was sniffling with happiness. Sami couldn't help but smile too. It was actually really nice seeing the former NXT Champion happy about something totally innocent and not to do with booze, partying, casual sex or boys in general.
OK he felt really bad for pooh-poohing this idea at first. Just two friends hanging out, enjoying life. It had taken his mind off men for a good few hours.
Sami had the perfect caption.
He tapped the photo on his snapchat, still yet to send and typed in 'he cried seconds after awwwww *laughter emoji*' and posted it to his Story.
"Will we have time to visit the Aquarium? I want to see penguins!" he said as Finn padded back over.
"Sadly no...maybe tomorrow morning?" smiled the Irish cutie.
"You're crying Fergal."
"I'm not...just the heat."
"Whatever hehehe."
"OK you better not tell anyone!" pouted Finn.
"I told Snapchat. Soz Fergal, it was too cute not to post."
"Arsehole. You can buy us lunch."
"I'll take that," conceded Sami, "You have been doing all the driving lately."
"I booked us a twin room for the hotel after Raw, that OK?" asked Finn.
"Fergal...you should still be spending time with Karl as well," Sami sighed.
"I want to Sami. It's a twin. Single beds."
"I'm quite sure I won't slit my wrists if you're not there with me now. I'm feeling a lot better than I was last week."
"I don't like seeing you on your own. I was so happy you got drafted to the same show as me. At least there's somewhat of a semblance of the old squad."
"Yeah, plus Enzo and Cass...be just like the NXT days," Sami said, "Fergal...don't neglect your boyfriend because of me though."
"I'm not!" insisted Finn, "Chad's a big boy. He doesn't have to live in me pocket."
"Fergal...change the booking."
"Why? You have a hot hookup planned?"
"No...I'm only thinking of you."
"And I want to room with you Sami. You're quite safe, I won't climb onto your cock if that's what you're worrying about." His voice dripped with snark and Sami shifted guiltily.
"Never said you would."
"You were thinking it. You think I've gone on a huge scheme to get you in me bed dincha? Well guess what Sebei. I am 35 years old. I can control my hormones and I can just want to hang out as friends without fucking sex being involved!"
"Sorry Fergal."
"And before you open your trap again, no I am not Zack Sabre Junior."
"Take it you've heard about him being spitroasted and double-penetrated by TM61," snarked Sami.
"I was the first one he told, yes," Finn said, raising an eyebrow, "And so what Sami? Why do you shame him for enjoying sex so much?"
"He's a fucking hoe!"
"So were you. So am I. So's Cody. Gay men enjoy sex. Why is it such a sore point when it comes to Zack?"
"You know why Fergal."
"It might do you some good to reach out to him," Finn said, "Bury the hatchet between you both."
"Suppose he knows all about my meltdown huh? Have a good old laugh about did he?"
"Sami, stop it, people are looking.." sighed Finn, "Can we not go there yet again? We've already been through this God knows how many times. Yes, you forgot to douche when you hooked up with Zack. Yes he was a cunt to you about it. But that was 2010, Sami. Please, for all that is holy...move the fuck on."
"I can't...you don't know how humiliated and filthy I felt...how he MADE me feel."
"Zack's said some foul things to and about me before," Finn said, "It's just who he is. He's got a big maw on him that's all. Heart's in the right place."
"His heart is between his ass cheeks."
"Sami. Please stop or we're going."
"Whatever."
Finn huffed. Sami had such a bee in his bonnet about Zack. Initially, the Irishman had thought the redhead was well over what happened between him and Zack when all the indie stars had started reaching out to Finn a few months back. But ever since the Liverpool incident, Sami's hate for the tall, lanky Brit had come back full force. It was almost an obsession. Finn was really starting to worry about him. Sami was almost as problematic as him! Maybe he and Zack should just have planet-shattering hate sex and get it over with.
Buzz.
WhatsApp message.
Zack Sabre Jr:
Hey HUN *kissy emoji* I had some AMAZING dick Friday *water drop emojis* *canadian flag emoji*
Finn rolled his eyes. Was Zack psychic?
"Who's messaging you?" grunted Sami.
"Just a friend."
"Bet it's HIM. THat BITCH.."
"Sami. You're so obsessed with Zack for someone who hates him. Either talk it out with him or fuck him. Just get him out of your system for God's sake."
"No thanks, he'd turn my dick to gangrene."
"SAMI."
"I thought you wanted me to be celibate?" snarked Sami.
"I also want you to stop this anti-Zack campaign, just makes you sound like a bitter twisted queen," sighed Finn, "I hate seeing you so miserable."
"Well what's it to be Fergal? Me abstaining from sex, or me fucking this so-called friend of yours who just uses you?"
"Zack IS my friend."
"Whatever. I'm going to the bathroom."
Sami stomped off.
Oh great. Finn couldn't move from here because he didn't want Sami to get lost and risk a telling off at Raw for being late. He hated being caught between fighting friends. He was so sure Sami and Zack could make peace if Sami just took his blinkers off. Why did Zack's colourful sex life bother Sami so much? Actually, why did Sami slut-shame so much full stop? He just looked like a hypocrite when he'd had his fair share of NSA hookups himself.
Fergal Devitt:
OK hun. Out with it. Who've you had this time? *laughter emojis*
Zack Sabre Jr:
Kyle O'Reilly *heart eyes*
Fergal Devitt:
Oh of course, PWG13 Friday wasn't it hehehe
Zack Sabre Jr:
OMFG hun he made me cum 3 times *raised hands* he can last for fuckin AGES too *aubergine emojis* btw is Ospreay still riding Dunne and thinking its bothering me? *laughter emoji* *nail polish emoji*
Fergal Devitt:
Idk. Pics of Kyle or it didn't happen *wink emoji*
*Zack sent a photo - Zack being done from behind by hot Canadian Kyle O'Reilly*
*Zack sent a video*
"Ohhhh fuck gonna.." Zack was coated in sweat as he rode his opponent for his match earlier.
"Yeah man? Gonna cum again?"
"Mmm hmm...ahhhh fuck yeah..." Zack was riding him like a rodeo cowboy, scratching Kyle's chest viciously before throwing back his head and screaming piercingly, releasing for the second time that night onto Kyle's chest*
Zack Sabre Jr:
Spent the weekend in California too *sunshine emoji* *US flag emoji* some good dick in that state *sassy girl emoji*
Finn just couldn't with Zack sometimes. That guy was horny 24/7. When he wasn't wrestling, he was riding some cock (or occasionally pounding some arse). Sex machine didn't cover it!
Fergal Devitt:
I'm in Georgia with Sami *two men holding hands emoji*
Zack Sabre Jr:
Why has he blocked me on Twitter? :(
Finn sighed. Sami. Seriously, sort your beef out.
Fergal Devitt:
You should try and ask him hun.
Zack Sabre Jr:
I would do but I'm worn out *sassy girl emoji*
*Zack sent a photo - Zack laying on his front, booty up, naked*
Fergal Devitt:
You waiting for another hookup *laughter emoji*
Zack Sabre Jr:
Nope he's left *nail paint emoji* just drying my hole out *sassy girl emoji*
Finn giggled. Zack was so trashy.
Fergal Devitt:
Deets?
Zack Sabre Jr:
Was the airport taxi driver *cheeky monkey emoji* just got a Travelodge near Stansted *laughter emoji* he was a 6 foot Pole...all tight shirt, tattoos...I was SO wet omfg...and he had a 6 foot pole too *Polish flag emoji* *aubergine emoji* my hole is throbbing *grimace emoji*
Oh for goodness sake! Zack literally would try it on with ANYONE! He was worse than Miz and Corey! Finn was howling with laughter as Sami returned.
"What's so funny Fergal?" asked the redhead.
"Oh just Zack. He only went and fucked the taxi driver who took him from the airport in England. He's such a mess."
Sami made a being sick noise.
"And you're telling me this why?" he snapped.
"Sami. Unblock him on Twitter."
"No. He makes me sick."
"Sami...phone out."
Rolling his eyes and huffing, Sami did so. He opened up Twitter and unblocked Zack, reluctantly following him.
Zack followed back instantly.
"See?" Finn smiled, "Sami. You'll feel far more positive when you heal old wounds like this."
"Since when did you become such a life coach, Fergal?" snorted Sami, "All the years it's been me stopping you from going off the rails and now, the boots are on the other feet."
"Because I've found some inner peace?" Finn said, "Being called up was the last piece to the puzzle. I loved NXT. Still love it. Just, I knew I outgrew it pretty fast, and the mess with Stuart fucked me up. I'm even accepting Coddles and Stephen Amell. Seeing him happy, makes me happy and I know that he and I could never be."
Sami gave him a smile.
"Good for you Fergal," he said, "I mean that. I know it ate away at you, especially the way Wade totally used you."
"I still hate that I didn't spot that he was," Finn sighed, "And I think my being a hoe lately was because I was getting no fulfilment from NXT anymore. Plus I was depressed about Coddles leaving and never seeing Chad. Or you."
"You just say that," snorted Sami, "You didn't miss me that much."
"Sambo...you are one of my oldest friends even if we've never wrestled each other until this year," Finn said, "You have a DM by the way."
Sami checked it.
ZSJ:
Hey Sami *wave emoji* hows things? x
Sami Zayn:
Good thanks. Yourself?
ZSJ:
Just dealing with jet lag haha...you up to much? x
"See," Finn said, "He's being nice."
"Until I spill some tea he could screenshot," snorted Sami.
"Sami..."
Sami Zayn:
At Atlanta Zoo with Fergal. He fed giraffes so hes happy.
ZSJ:
I know why you hate me Sami. Hey, its happened to me too. Only human. I was a cunt that night. Can I please say sorry?
Sami rolled his eyes.
"Let him," ordered Finn.
Sami Zayn:
I suppose. You gave me body issues for a long time after.
ZSJ:
I'm sorry. Please forgive me. When i next do the CWC, can we meet if you're in Orlando? I'd like to go for coffee or something just to make it up to you :) x
"OK what's he after?" snarked Sami, "He's never this nice even to you."
"There is a heart in there despite his sass," Finn said, "Say yes."
"Fine. But if he double crosses me this is your fault," Sami sighed.
Sami Zayn:
Sure. I'll let you know.
ZSJ:
Maybe...we could pick up where we left off...*cheeky monkey emoji*
"For FUCKS SAKE!" Sami cried, "I knew he was being too nice! He just needs to tick me off his fucking list!"
"It might actually be good for you," Finn said.
"Are you for real Fergal Devitt?!" erupted Sami, "You think years of body confidence issues and mental abuse from that self-serving, boyfriend stealing, HUSBAND stealing SKANK can all be reversed if I stick my dick in his rancid hole?!"
"Calm down Sami, people are looking. And lay off that kind of language, please."
"Well what do you expect?" spat Sami, "You tell me to stay celibate. Yet you urge me to screw that walking sperm bank?! He makes Miz and Rat Skank look like nuns!"
"Sami...you need to get this hate out of you somehow," sighed Finn.
"You just want some new videos to dildo-fuck yourself to! Well I am not being a pawn in your little game, Devitt. Take me to the fucking arena. Now."
"But we haven't seen the monkeys yet?"
"I don't care. We have WORK today."
"Fine. No need to throw your toys out the pram. Oh and FYI. When we get there, you are taking Kevin for a cup of tea and telling him how you feel."
"I AM NOT!"
"You are. This is non-negotiable Rami."
Buzz.
Zack Sabre Jr:
I think I've scared him off :(
Fergal Devitt:
He needs time. You know how high-maintenance he can be. Trust me hun. You and he can finally bury the hatchet soon.
Zack Sabre Jr:
Normally I don't feel bad about telling it how it is, but I hate how cunty I was to Sami :( he's so cute and gets treated like crap by men :(
Fergal Devitt:
What's this Lucas Eatwell? You in love? *demon emoji* *wink emoji*
Zack Sabre Jr:
No but I'd like us to be friends...I know how much he means to you. Plus his furry chest makes my hole twitch.
Fergal Devitt:
Wanna know what he fucks like? *demon emojis*
Zack Sabre Jr:
I'm *aubergine emoji* but my hole is SO sore...damnit Fergal...go on. Spill bitch.
Fergal Devitt:
He goes in DEEP. Cos he used to just be bottom he knows how to fuck. Send nudes and see what he says ;)
"FERGAL!" bellowed Sami, "You can be such a dick sometimes!"
"He asked and I told no lies!"
"Pimping me out like some fucking gigolo?! I can't believe you! Is that why you've taken all this time to be nice to me? Butter me up so you can send your little bitchy friend to ride my cock?!"
"No Sami. Stop being so negative! This is the problem! You get into these negative mindsets and then you just sink into this pit. If anyone needs a demon alter ego, it's you! The sooner you lay it all on the table with Kevin, the better."
"Oh look, the skank's DM'd me. No thanks, don't want to see your prolapsed poz hole."
"SAMI! For fucks sake!"
Sami scowled as he opened his DMs.
It was a mirror selfie of Zack. In a tiny pair of briefs.
"Oh wow. He's actually got clothes on."
ZSJ:
*seeing eyes emoji*
Sami Zayn:
K
"SAMI."
"Fergal, stop reading over my shoulder...HEY!"
Finn snatched his phone and began browsing Sami's camera roll...mmmmm lots of nudes...he sent a particularly smouldering mirror selfie of Sami, showing off his impressive hardon.
"I hate you Devitt. I fucking hate you."
"Moving on is part of the healing process. I bet once you finally get it out your system you will feel a million times better."
ZSJ:
*tongue emoji* WOW!
*ZSJ sent a photo - the same nude he sent Finn earlier*
Sami Zayn:
Nice ass
OK Sami had to admit, for all Zack's vindictive bitchiness, he had a nice firm, smooth ass and could pop his booty better than any twink. And he did have a nice cock from what he remembered.
He sent back another dick pic.
Finn grinned. Good man Sami. He hoped that once Sami had fucked out all of his pent up hatred of Zack, he would have room to be the happy adorable ray of sunshine everyone, fans and fellow talent alike, knew and loved again.
ZSJ:
*heart eyes* you can do what you like with me bby
Sami Zayn:
You're gonna need stitches when I'm finished with you *demon emoji* Gonna make you fucking sorry for how you treated me *middle finger emoji*
ZSJ:
PLEASE. Rape my hole you sexy ginger fucker *tongue emoji*
He sent a slutty hole pic, the leftover lube from his taxi driver hookup still shining on his baby-smooth skin.
"UGH he didn't wipe himself, I can still see lube from the fuck he had!" Sami cried as Finn giggled.
"Means you can call him a dirty whore. He gets off on it. Trust me."
"Maybe this isn't such a bad idea," Sami said.
"Zack is hot. Just an arrogant wee gobshite," Finn said, "Trust me, if you take him down a peg or tree, he will LOVE you."
"I don't want a fucking relationship, I just want to fuck him like the disposable skank he is. I want to fucking use him. I want to make him feel like he made me feel. Dirty and low rent."
"Steady on Sami." Finn was un-nerved by the snarl on Sami's cute face.
"Take me to the fucking car Devitt."
"OK...OK..."
Finn and Sami were perched at a table in Catering. Sami was especially quiet.
The redhead was nervous. He wasn 't sure where to begin. How the hell could he? He couldn't just tell Kevin casually and expect it to be a quick chat. This was years of unrequited love. Sami had tried to hard to tell Kevin numerous times over the years; often by joky flirting and laughing it off. Kevin had always seemed noticeably uncomfortable by it. Although the Marieville native was totally cool with Sami's gayness...it didn't mean he wanted to be lusted after by the redhead. Especially with his beautiful wife and two wonderful children.
"I'm here if you need me darlin," Finn whispered.
"Fergal, I think its best we do this alone...ohhh fucks sake.." His hand shook as he went to sip the mug of tea made for him by Finn and it spilled onto the plasticoated, metal-edged table.
"Calm down darlin...OK I see him.." Finn shot a grin and an amiable wave in the direction of the door, as the cuddly Prizefighter walked in. Kevin nodded with a small smile...doing the lip bite he often did in selfies (which was known as 'cub face' amongst the bear community and drove Sami wild, even if it was an innocent Steen family selfie) and headed over, already dressed in his ring attire.
"Afternoon," he said, "What's this, tea and biscuits?"
"Like I said on WhatsApp, Sami wants to speak to you," Finn said.
"He can't ask me himself?" Kevin was bemused.
"Sorry Kevin, not been myself," Sami grunted.
"Yeah...I heard you had a bit of a meltdown last week," Kevin replied, "Darren Young though man, why?"
"I'll leave you to it," Finn said, padding out of Catering to locate Karl Anderson and nag him about his ring gear.
"Don't question me Kevin," Sami avoided the bigger man's eyes.
"Well what is it man?"
"Kevin...look...this is gonna be tough for me as well as for you," Sami gulped.
"Why are you determined to fuck around the roster just to stick the middle finger up at Neville?" demanded Kevin, "I know what you're doing man. It's not you. This whole slutty queer schtick isn't you! You're a romantic type of dude. You want what I have...the wife and kids and the family home...just with another dude."
Kevin really knew him so well. Sami conceded it was useless to beat about the bush any longer.
"You never wondered why...why I used to boss Ben...Neville, I mean..about? Why I was so hard on him for not meeting the 'boyfriend guidelines'?"
"I just thought you were high maintenance. You had bad breakups before because dudes couldn't commit."
"But why Kevin...can you not see what's up?"
"No man, I really don't other than perhaps you need to be less uptight?"
"For GODS SAKE!" Sami buried his face in his hands and leaned back,running them through his red hair, fluffing it up considerably. His brown eyes shone with pain and heartache. WHY wasn't Kevin just not picking it up?
"What's up with you man?"
"Kevin Steen...for fucks sake I can't put it any plainer than this...I fucking LOVE YOU!"
Kevin's eyes widened.
He froze in his seat, glancing immediately down at his wedding ring, which glittered in the harsh ceiling lights of the Catering room.
"You do..?" he hissed.
"Yes Kevin. I have for YEARS."
"So all the times you tried it on with me...weren't ribs?"
"NO! But I know I can't have you because you're straight...Kevin...(Sami began to sob as the emotional weight unglued itself from his chest)...I'm not telling you because I want you to leave your beautiful wife and amazing kids...I just want you to know the truth...you don't have to accept it. You don't have to stay friends. You can call me a fag and walk away if you want. I just had to confess to you because it's been eating away at me...especially after Battleground...just because you and I have come so far...always together...I love our feuds and never want them to stop...but Kevin *sob*...I had to tell you."
A ringing silence fell.
Kevin sighed.
He gazed around the room. How did you respond to this. Your best male friend and oldest one in the business, who'd worked alongside you the entire length of your careers..had just confessed to being in love with you...what could he say.
He respected the hell out of Sami. And loved him almost like a brother. But he did NOT love Sami the same way as evidently, Sami loved him. Kevin was not attracted to men. At all.
This had better not be a fucking rib set up by the sometimes-toxic Balor. He knew Finn was given to pulling this kind of shit sometimes. But the pain in Sami's eyes and red, sticky-from-tears face...showed him this was no joke. Either that or Sami was one HELL of an actor.
"Go on Kevin...I know you're disgusted..." sobbed Sami, "It's fine...honestly...just...well...we may have to work together from time to time and I can involve a third party if going near me makes you feel sick...I just really felt it was time to tell you. I don't expect us to stay friends.."
Kevin sucked in his breath sharply.
He was going to have to give a well-thought out and brutally honest answer to this.
"Rami," he said, using Sami's real name, which he only did in serious situations, "I'm your oldest friend man. I can't imagine continuing my career without you being involved. We've worked together right from the start. We never thought either of us would end up here. You never went out your way to make me feel uncomfortable...well maybe a few times after bad breakups...suppose I should have seen it there and then but that's the past. It doesn't change anything. I am still your friend. I still will allow you to babysit the kids occasionally. Just...just...find another focus for your attentions...don't waste your time on me any longer man. You've spent ten fucking years doing that. No wonder Neville had no chance lasting the distance with you. He was the longest relationship you had. Just...well...I appreciate you telling me...and...don't get me wrong, I'm kinda flattered. But please, for your sake and fucking sanity as much as anything, try and find someone else. Loads of dudes out there...in the company...the stands at the arenas every night...hell, across the business. Just, as I said. Don't waste your time on me."
Another silence fell as Sami allowed the words to sink in. It hurt his heart a bit...but he felt so much lighter. The pressure on his chest had lessened considerably...almost vanished. He didn't feel so...black...inside anymore. His burning resentment that had afflicted him for weeks had dissipated.
Kevin climbed to his feet.
"Come here," he said, much like he would if his son was naughty, "Hug."
Sami gibbered and allowed the big man to hug him. Kevin was always amazing to hug...he was built for it. But Sami was so relieved that he wasn't rejected completely, and that their precious, long friendship was still intact...that he didn't mind Kevin stiffening a little when he hugged a bit closer than intended.
"Thank you Kevin...thank you...you amazing man. For listening. And for not throwing me under a motherfucking bus."
"I appreciate how much pain you've been going through...it feels a bit weird knowing that...but in time I'll get used to it."
"Kevin, you will never know just good it feels to finally tell you. I couldn't go on lying anymore...I'm trying my utmost to get over you...I know how much your family is your world. And it's beautiful. Not gonna deny that it's what I'd love to have. It'll take time but I am working on it, honest. I just felt it was time for you to know. I'll stop talking now and let you get ready..."
"Ill..see ya around yeah?"
"Yeah.." Sami gave a small smile.
Kevin walked out of the room. Whew. Intense. He would need time to accept this revelation. But he knew that telling Sami to fuck off and stop threatening his marriage would do far more harm than good. He valued Sami's friendship way too much for that to even be a consideration.
Sami sunk into his seat, sighing heavily.
And almost on cue, Finn padded back inside, now dressed in his ring attire. His trunks just got tighter and tighter, Sami observed.
"Hey," smiled the Irish cutie, "You're not screaming into the carpet...how did it go?"
"He was nice...really understanding. Actually said some really good things. Not necessarily what I wanted to hear but it was needed," Sami sighed.
"What did he say."
"Don't waste my time on him," Sami said simply.
"And he is quite right," Finn said, "How do you feel inside?"
"Lighter. Happier. Like a huge load's been taken off my shoulders."
"You've been carrying this with you for almost a decade Sami. You now know you can never get him and I think you've accepted that faster than you think. Trust me, once you get over it and start the healing process...life seems SO much better. Like it 'clicks into place'."
"Like you're getting over...him.." Sami still couldn't say Cody's name without spitting it.
"Aye. Like I'm getting over Cody. Well...I'm almost fully over him. These things won't happen overnight. Being with just Chad, and reminding myself why I fell for him in Japan back then has been a massive help."
"Maybe I should make amends with Cody too.."
"One step at a time Sambo. I think part of your Zack hate comes from him banging Cody."
"A little.." admitted Sami.
"So did you actually have feelings for Cody or did you just make that trapping stuff up to get a reaction from me?"
"I didn't..." Sami said, "I know, I know. It was a low thing to do. We had some amazing times but...he just...well...he came with too much baggage."
Finn rolled his eyes.
"So the logical thing was to give him even more baggage? Sami. I can't understand why you did that."
"To make Ben seethe when he came back. I can't be more honest than that. Looks so ugly and scummy but that is the truth. Fergal please, you can't hate me more than I hate myself for that. I do miss Cody's friendship and he was good sex. He wasn't the man I envisioned growing old together with that's all."
"So why tell him you love him?"
"Because I didn't want you thinking he was available. Look can we not go over this again? I promise I will make it up with him. I miss him too."
"If I was you," Finn's tone was distinctly sharper, "I'd let him live his life for a good while before you even CONSIDER it."
15 August 2016, Corpus Christi, TX
Fresh from the Oceana tour and awaiting the upcoming SummerSlam and NXT Takeover extravaganza in Smark City, Brooklyn next week, the WWE machine had once more stopped by Texas for Raw.
Sheamus and Cesaro had already arrived and the big Swiss was observing as his big Irish beau had his severely-cut vermilion locks teased into the 1970s London punk-esque mohawk by the makeup artists. This past month had been just perfect- they'd been thrown into an on-screen feud and to say that this electrified things in the bedroom was an understatement. And no third parties required.
Funny how when things were starting to look bad for them both, with Cesaro pondering what dating Sami Zayn would be like at the end of last month, they were suddenly booked into a vicious feud that so far had resulted in two long hard fought Raw matches. Cesaro had been so worked up after their first encounter that he'd lost control of his body mid-match and had had to dash backstage straight away to change his trunks...much to Sheamus' amusement. He'd even heard Cesaro moan in his ear as his pent-up sexual energy got the better of him. The poor hotel room hadn't known what had hit it. They'd barely gotten in the door before the Swiss had pounced on Sheamus.
Sami who?
Cesaro had already skim read the script and was thrilled to learn that they would meet a third time at SummerSlam. And by the sounds of it, many more matches were to come. Somebody in management must love him.
"Claude, what you staring at?" Sheamus smirked as he climbed out of the makeup chair, hair completed.
"Don't ever stop wearing red," Cesaro purred.
"You're the reason I still do. Now...will you be OK with my match?"
"I am looking forward to it."
Cesaro licked his lips. Sheamus was taking on Sami tonight. And whilst he had definitely worked out which redhead was the one for him now, Cesaro wasn't prepared to let such a delicious perving oppertunity pass him by. He was going to watch it. Alone. In a room. With the lights off. And maybe a toy and some lubricant. Oh yes. That was softcore porn to him.
He pulled Sheamus into some fierce kisses.
"Calm those hormones, I can't fuck this match up," the Irishman chuckled.
"Stephen, you are going against ze second sexiest man in zis company. How can I be calm?"
"Because we're at work."
"As if zat's stopped you?" Cesaro was undoing his suit pants in desperation.
"CLAUDE! Not in front of the makeup girls!"
"Vye?"
"Because..."
"Are you ashamed of me Stephen."
"No. Never."
"Whoops."
The suit pants fell.
Cesaro was in a jockstrap underneath.
FUCK.
"Pull those up!" hissed Sheamus, trying to use his bulk to shield this from the goggling makeup artists.
Cesaro grinned under his shades as he redressed.
"Take me, Stephen."
"I need to get lunch."
Cesaro turned and tapped his ass.
"I have it right here."
Sheamus facepalmed.
"That was terrible. Oh. Afternoon Sami."
"Stephen. Claudio," Sami nodded amiably, looking as cute as buttons under his flat cap, "Have I interrupted something?"
"No mate, it's fine, was just gonna find you to talk our match," Sheamus grinned, "How have you been anyway? Where did Finn take you today?"
"Just for coffee...ah man. Sometimes just spending time with friends makes me realise how nice the small things in life are," Sami replied, "He's having his body paint done and I've been barred from the room so i've got some time to kill?"
"Course mate, I'll be right with you," Sheamus said, "Claude. Stay out of mischeif."
"Oh I vill," Cesaro was eyeing Sheamus with much the same intensity as a cheetah would scope out a juicy-looking impala. Sami could feel the chemistry. But no. 3 weeks celibacy and counting. Exchanging smut with Zack Sabre Junior (well now he'd gotten the Kevin-shaped burden off his chest and he was comfortable that their friendship was still solid, he could begin to move on with slaying the other demons in his life) didn't count. He was also happy to keep Sheamus and Cesaro in his life as pure and simple friends. No more complications. If a prince charming came and swept him off his feet first, then that would be awesome. Until then, no more casual sex. He'd still managed to resist re-installing the gay hookup apps.
"Come on then, let's get a match done," he said, "Actually...I think it would be awesome to have Claudio interfere."
"Can I do it in my underwear?" Cesaro grinned.
"NO!" Sheamus and Sami replied in unison.
"You're no fun," pouted Cesaro.
"Claude. Go and have a wank and then come find us!" Sheamus said.
Sami snorted. This time last month he'd have offered to 'help out'. Nope. He was prepared to save up all his frustration for Zack Sabre Junior. He was going to make that happen soon because...well. He still had needs. He'd come so far this past fortnight - the Aussie tour was mostly spent hanging out with Finn and taking in sights...visiting zoos and taking super-adorable pictures with koalas. And he'd not even thought about hooking up with men. Except for filthy WhatsApp chats with lanky British indie stars.
He followed Sheamus out of the room.
Cesaro huffed. He had a raging hardon to get rid of. He padded along the corridor back to the locker room. Fuck waiting for the match. He needed relief NOW. At least there was no Miz to harass him anymore.
But unfortunately he was stopped in his tracks by a scowling Neville.
"You are pathetic," snarled the Man That Gravity Forgot.
"Out my way, hobbit man."
"Oh wow. So original. You told Sheamus you're gonna dump him for his opponent for tonight yet?"
"Ha. ha. Ha. Get over it. He's all yours."
"You changed your tune," Neville raised his eyebrow, "Funny how they go and stick you both in another feud isn't it?"
"I'm not complaining. At least I haff a boyfriend to wrestle," clapped back Cesaro, "You know Sami isn't into you anymore and never vill be. You might vont to download Grindr."
"You know fuck all mate. And that suit is cheap as fuck."
Cesaro gave him a slow clap.
"As terrible at insults as you were a boyfriend. Sami deserves better zan you."
"What, you? Flakiest twat in wrestling?"
"I am not flaky."
"You fucking are, Castignioli. One minute you're wanting to cheat on Sheamus, next, he's back to being the love of your life? What changed?"
"My life is nothing to do with you, Neville." spat Cesaro, "I suggest you KEEP OUT OF IT. Before I re-break your ankle. Anyway, from what I've been seeing, Sami seems to have eyes for another man."
"Oh yeah, who?"
"That's for him to know and for you to find out and cry about," Cesaro sassed.
"Damn...Fergal.." gasped Karl Anderson, as a freshly-painted Finn Balor emerged from the room he'd just spent a good 2 hours in. He had his classic demonic teeth design on his neck and chest, with the Balor eye on his back, and writing all over his arms and legs, denoting terms like 'Demon King'. On his head was the signature head-dress.
Finn hissed at him in an eerily-Stardust-esque manner.
"Finn...has...risen..." he rasped.
"Ok, enough, can we go get some lunch now? I'm starving?" Karl complained.
"I'm waiting for Sami," Finn said, "He's gone to see Sheamus according to WhatsApp. I hope he doesn't give in and come onto him. It'll start all the mess again and he's done so well lately."
"I'm sure Zayn can cope without Doc Devitt in his pocket," Karl went to pull Finn for some kisses but the cute Irishman slapped his hands away.
"No touchy!"
"Ya know, the whole Demon King thing is kinda lost when you open your mouth," snorted Karl, "Anyway, isn't this stuff supposed to be sweat resistant?"
"You'll smudge it!" pouted Finn.
"Fine," Karl smirked, "In that case, tonight, I want to fuck the Demon King right up the Satanic ass."
"Chad. Behave."
Finn was failing to hide the mischeivous smirk on his face.
"I'm serious Fergal. You look so hot."
"Well...I suppose we can put the paint's durability to the test. But AFTER the show Chad. I need to look on point to face Seth. It's the first time some of the wee kiddies may have seen it and I want to make the right impression."
"That's not like you at all...normally you can't wait to fuck backstage!" chuckled Karl.
"I'll make you a deal," Finn said, "Hotel room tonight...you can have the Demon. In FULL costume. Dim lights. The headgear. I'm not wrestling."
His head was already brimming with naughty possibilities. Wonder if he could steal some red lighting gels and put them on the hotel room lights to enhance the experience? He did have poppers in his bag. Aspects of Balor the demon sometimes did come out in the bedroom - he was a power bottom after all -but now he was thinking...he wanted Demonic sex. No lube. Biting. Scratching. Domination. Spitting. Sweat.
Karl snapped his fingers as it seemed Finn had gone into a trance.
"Sorry..." giggled the adorable Celt, "Just got a wee bit lost...Chad Allegra. You will not be able to walk tomorrow...*KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*."
"Please. Don't do that again. That's your buddy Rhodes' thing. And what do you mean by that?" Karl had paled and he shuffled to the wall.
Finn giggled.
AS IF?
"What did you think I meant? Hehehehe." He sucked his thumb. The cutesy effect lost behind all the fearsome paint.
"You can be as demonic as ya like. But you ain't fucking me in the ass."
"Chad. I am not a top and never will be. A bottom can be dominant."
"Yes I know. I have the bruises and scars to prove it," Karl smirked, "Face the wall demon."
Finn licked his lips. Ugh the paint tasted horrible. He obeyed his beau and lowered his trunks to his thighs, his perfect, smooth, solid bubble butt on show. Karl kneeled down and parted the soft cheeks and began to devour the tight opening in earnest. He fucking LOVED eating Finn's ass. He had the best ass in the business.
"Mmmmmm...ahhhh...ohhh fuck yeah...eat my fuckin' pussy..." whimpered the Irishman, pushing back to get even more of that talented tongue and rough facial hair...GOD Karl was just SO GOOD AT THIS!
"Oh...sorry...AHEM..."
Sami had finished his meeting with Sheamus and had just been on his way to meet Finn, having received the Irishman's WhatsApp selfie of the completed paint...he hadn't banked on seeing his friend being rimmed right there in the corridor.
Karl sprang back as though he'd been scalded. Finn whipped around to face the source of the voice, blushing under his paint.
"Sami...hey..." he garbled.
"Zayn...er...I'll catch ya later man..." Karl was embarrassed but also midly annoyed at being interrupted. Damn Zayn. Always there. But he respected Finn's wishes to help his friend mend his tortured heart and so for the most part he tolerated the redhead's constant presence.
"Chad..." whined Finn.
"Laters Ferg."
"Sorry Fergal," Sami mumbled, "You could have warned me."
"It was Chad. You know he can be impulsive..." Finn mumbled, "What do you think anyway?"
He gave a twirl to show off his paint, his trunks pulled up atouch too far, giving him a wedgie.
"Gonna confront Rollins with your ass out huh? That'll piss off Ambrose," smiled Sami.
"Oh...oops.." Finn tried to unpick his trunks from his arse.
"Fergal...it's nothing I've not seen before," chuckled Sami, "I can see a naked ass and not faint."
"I know Sami but...I should have known better. How did it go with Sheamus?"
"Good. Got a nice little match planned. And it wasn't awkward. I know I say it like a million times a day these days but thank you for everything you've done this past fortnight."
"I'm just being a friend," Finn said, "I need a wee. Walk with me?"
"Fergal you're thirty five."
"So? Be nice to have company."
"You're such a girl."
"And? Check out my fierce hair kwen." He tossed his headdress over his head a-la Beyoncé.
They made their way down the corridor, Finn linking his painted arm in Sami's. Awww. They had gotten so close lately, it was just like the old days at NXT back in 2014 when the Irish cutie had first signed. They'd gone everywhere together. Well, sometimes Finn would hang with Hideo but still, Sami was the one who helped get Finn signed.
The mens room appeared and they headed inside. Finn headed for a stall.
Sami shrugged and took the one next to him.
"Yeah I fancied a sit down wee," came the cute accent, "Give it a go sometime Sambo."
Finn did have his funny ways sometimes. But hey, it didn't detract from him being the ultimate cool badass between the ropes. Sami decided to see what the fuss was about.
"Why do you do it?" asked Sami.
"Protecting the paint and don't want to splash my trunks," Finn said, "And cos I'm fem."
"Doesn't mean you have to fit a stereotype."
"Hey, guess what...Chad wants to do me as the demon tonight. Full costume. I'm gonna nick some red gels to make the hotel room lights red like the entrance. He will not know what's hit him."
"Nice. Fergal, you are aware that I haven't had sex in 3 weeks? I may be getting a boner."
"So? Like I'd be offended. Oh by the way, Zack's on his way to the States soon. You can fix a date to end this celibacy," Finn said.
"About fucking time. Sunshine Sami will become Hellfire Sami. Zack Sabre Junior will be lucky to get out the bedroom alive."
"I know, he's been telling me he can't wait to meet up with you...omigod...ZACK! WHAT THE HELL?!"
"What's he done?" asked Sami.
Finn leaned down to pass his phone under the stall partition.
It was open on Will Ospreay's Instagram. It was a photo of the two men in the ring - they'd had a match today (it was evening already in Britain) and Zack was grabbing Will's booty.
"I thought they hated each other?" Sami asked.
"I'm gonna Facetime him."
"Wait till you're done for fucks sake!" Sami was pulling up his workout shorts.
Once they'd washed their hands, Finn fired up Facetime.
"Hi slagbag. Nice paint," came Zack's sassy tone.
"Cut the chit chat and give me the tea," Finn replied, "What ya doing grabbing Will's arse for?"
"We made it up when putting our match together," Zack said, "So after the show, we hit Canal Street. He's never even done Soho let alone Canal Street. And we ended up grinding on the dance floor when Ari came on. So ya know? Oh...*giggle* hi Sami."
"Zack," Sami nodded curtly.
Finn side-eyed him.
Sami just winked.
"So did you bang him again?" demanded Finn.
"Duh?" Zack gave him a withering look, "Nailed him on his back and shot a load up him. Was still hard. So I climbed onto his dick and shot a second on his chest. OK you can record this. I was wrong about him and he's still a bloody good fuck."
"Will wants a boyfriend Zack," FInn said.
"Oh he and Pete Dunne have made it official...but ya know...who can resist the technical wizard?" Zack smirked.
"Slag."
"Will was begging me for my dick hun."
"Oi. Sabre Junior. When you getting that slutty cumdump of yours over to the States so I can ruin it?" barked Sami, startling Finn.
"When I have a few days off."
"Come to SummerSlam."
"But Sami..."
"I said. COME TO SUMMERSLAM...bitch."
"Yes sir," Zack had a wicked grin on his face, before a voice off-screen asked him who he was speaking to.
"Who's that?" asked Finn, pushing Sami aside, "WILL?!"
"Alright Devitt," grinned Will Ospreay, appearing next to Zack, "Yeah...we're gonna go and hit Canal Street again tonight."
"Mess," Zack shot Will a genuine smile, "These are our outfits.."
He held his phone up to show them both in tight little shorts.
"I expect all the gossip," Finn said.
"Take it he knows about us?" Will grinned.
"Of course," Zack replied, "We've been invited to a group session later. Amazing what Grindr can get you."
"Well I'm glad you two have made it up," Finn said, "So Zacharias. I expect to see your slutty arse in Brooklyn, yeah?"
"What if I can't come?"
"Oh," snarled Sami, snatching Finn's phone from him, "You will be coming. This isn't a request."
"Yes sir," Zack mumbled.
"Any room for a flippy Essex boy?" piped up Will.
"Back off, he's mine," Zack gave him a Maryse hand.
"Check you out Sambo, all the boys after you," giggled Finn.
Sami tried to stave off the adorable grin he had on due to this unexpected ego boost.
"We better go because there's some cocktails with our names on them," Zack said, "We're going to a bar to watch Raw. And then well, the fun begins. Laters slag features."
He blew a sassy kiss to Finn before hanging up.
"See, told you it wouldn't be that bad," the Irishman said, "Though you need to turn down that dom thing because you even turned me on there."
"That's cos I interrupted you," Sami mumbled, "Fergal, I'm not sure I can go through with this.."
"Sami. You're a sexy man and great in bed. Just relax," smiled Finn, "And now it looks like wee Willie winkie has been corrupted and he wants you as well."
"It;'s cos Zack's stuck his claws into him, he's like a vampire," Sami said.
"Oh FYI he likes a bit of neck biting. Give him as many hickeys as possible," Finn said, "And he also prefers it bareback."
"I was going to anyway," Sami shrugged, "It's my last hurrah at hoe-ing. May as well go the full works. Can we get some food?"
"Course darlin. Oooh I'm excited for SummerSlam now!"
"You're gonna beat Rollins Fergal, I just know it."
"I want to hear how innocent and pure Sunshine Sami dominated the ultimate Queen Bitch Of Wrestling," giggled Finn, "Tea on you and Zack knocks the show into a cocked hat. And he may even bring Will with him. 2 for the price of 1 Sambo."
"Call me Sunshine Sami again, DemoN Queen," teased the redhead, "And I will flush your painted face down the toilet."
Karl Anderson was humming to himself as he brushed his teeth and sprayed his freshly-showered body with Axe in the comfort of his hotel bathroom. Finn had ordered him to stay in there so he figured, may as well shower. Tonight was going to be fun. This was what a proper long term relationship really should be. Keeping things exciting in the bedroom.
He just hoped Finn hadn't invited Zayn to come and watch! That would just be weird.
Karl rinsed out his mouth with the lurid green Listerine that was perched atop the sink and let his towel fall to the floor. He pulled on the Andrew Christian briefs Finn had insisted he was to wear. These were way out his comfort zone. Gay men and the whole underwear thing he never understood. He checked out his reflection in the mirror.
Hmmm. Not bad actually. Enhancing his bulge...showing off his muscular man ass. And plus they weren't too far removed from regular wrestling trunks.
But hey.
All about keeping his mind open and trying new things.
Finn had insisted that once he was summoned, he wasn't going to be walking into a Marriott hotel room, but the lower circles of hell where Balor lurked.
Buzz.
Karl checked his phone. A new WhatsApp notification.
Fergal Devitt:
ENTER. *demon emoji* *flame emoji* *Irish flag emoji*
OK.
Karl took a deep breath and clicked off the bathroom light.
He ventured out into the hotel room.
The main light had been dimmed.
The bedside lamps both had red cellophane placed over them (Finn had actually stolen them from the techies. How did he get away with this shit? pondered Karl), bathing the darkened room in sinister red light.
Where the fuck was Finn?
The bed was made.
But where was he?
Karl closed the bathroom door and slowly stepped forward.
This was creepy.
Finn could be unpredictable.
Not always in a good or funny way.
Karl froze as he heard a slow intake of breath, but in the silence of the hotel room, it sounded more like a death rattle. And he couldn't tell where it came from.
"Ferg?" he whispered.
"Tá tú sa bhaile an rí Demon..." hissed the unmistakeable voice. Raspy. Low. Terrifying.
And then Karl realised Finn was crawling across the carpet, in full gear once more, right at him. He must have hidden under the table or behind the bathroom door! Wow, he was taking this extremely seriously.
Finn slowly climbed to his feet and then...he pounced, wrestling Karl to the bed.
He hissed...unfortunately for Karl...eerily identically to Stardust again...and pinned the bearded man down. He leaned down and began to forcefully kiss him, biting on Karl;s bottom lip fiercely.
"Hey...hey...easy tiger..." Karl hissed.
"Ná bí ag troid liom!" snarled Finn.
God.
Karl fucking LOVED hearing Finn speak Gaelic. So hot. So primal. So ethereal. He was hard in seconds. Finn sat on Karl's chest, thrusting his trunk-covered bulge in his face.
"Dí sa bunúsach..." Finn hissed.
Karl wished he knew what he was saying. He went to pull down the trunks. Suppose he better suck his beau's cock then. Normally Finn was the one sucking his dick. Finn did pack an impressive length in there. Karl was sure FInn lied about only ever being bottom his entire sex life. He was sure Finn must have used his cock as it was meant to be at least once!
He took Finn into his mouth. He occasionally had given Finn head, but usually he was happy to let Finn give the head to him. He played with those balls...mmm...man sweat...Karl did like it when Finn didn't shower. Reminded him he was definitely fucking and dating a dude. Finn was fucking his face hard and far more dominantly than usual.
Karl was wondering if tonight was the night he finally took it up the ass...and Finn finally topped a man...
But then Finn crawled backwards, slowly...torturously...to remove his trunks. He then made his way back up Karl's brief-clad body...tracing his route with his tongue, worshipping the bald hunk's muscles. He then scooted around so his delicious plump arse was now face to face with Karl.
And, not even giving his lover a chance to speak, Finn sat on Karl's face. Instantly, Karl began to devour that pink opening, picking up from where he left off at the arena...mmmm...so tasty...such a perfect fucking ASS. Karl could happily let Finn sit on his face for hours and just feast on this booty. Finn was made to be fucked and eaten. Perfect little bottom.
Finn was hissing and snarling, as opposed to the usual more feminine sounds he would emit when having his arse eaten out. He slowly pulled Karl's briefs down and began to devour his hard, weeping cock as a thank you. MmMMMM! This was SO hot. And Karl was eating it up - literally! Finn had wondered if he'd gone too far with the ambient lighting and demonic voice...but if it meant getting a rimjob like this? FUCK YES! He moaned and whined as he continued to use his talented mouth to please Karl, whilst grinding his arse on the bearded face, addicted to the tickle of the hair and the lightness of the tongue. Finn had not met a man who could eat arse better than Karl...even Cody Rhodes wasn't as good at rimming.
But demons did not spent ages on foreplay.
Demons took what they fucking wanted.
Finn scooted back around for some more vicious, bite kisses.
He shuffled back to remove his kickpads, armbands and boots so he was naked except for his headdress. He was keeping it on. He'd tightened it so Karl could pull it like long hair as he fucked him.
Karl peeled the briefs from his knees so he was as naked as his beautiful, frightening, painted-up, beau.
And this was when Balor struck.
With an unearthly snarling hiss, Finn threw Karl off the bed onto the carpet. Demons didn't do beds.
"Oww what the fuck.." Karl grunted.
Finn crawled off the bed and onto him, staring blazingly into his eyes.
"Balor is going to consume you."
He scratched Karl's chest.
"Owww..."
He leaned down to bite Karl's neck...hard...he sucked in earnest. He wanted to leave a mark. Claimed.
He then offered Karl two fingers.
Karl's eyes widened.
What the fuck?
Was he about to get his ass virginity taken?
Karl sucked on FInn's fingers.
The painted Irishman hissed as he pulled them from Karl's mouth and began to insert them inside himself. Minimal lubrication and spit only. He wanted to HURT. He wanted his hole abused.
Digging his nails hard into Karl's smooth chest, Finn gingerly eased himself onto his former Bullet Club stablemate's hard cock.
He hissed at the initial penetration...why did the idea of doing it without lube always sound so hot in his head but when it came to the actual deed...ouchy. He eased his 190lb body further down...
"Owww...owww..."
"Ferg, I'm hurting you man.."
"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Karl made a mental note to have a word with him about these Stardust hisses.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" squeaked FInn as he was fully impaled. YES! Now it was time to get down and fucking demonic. He began to ride Karl like a rodeo cowboy, snapping his experienced hips back and forth, scratching and clawing roughly at the elder man's chest. He leaned down as though to kiss Karl...and spat into his mouth.
"You little FUCK.." snarled Karl, reaching up on instinct and choking him.
Finn just let out a snarl.
He prised Karl's hands from his neck.
"I. Am. In. CONTROL."
He pulled Karl's head up off the floor and stared into his eyes again.
"Bring it Devitt."
"That's BALOR to you."
Finn threw Karl back to the floor hard and continued to ride him, holding him down and using him basically like a living, breathing dildo.
Karl was entranced. This was SO fucking hot. The metallic odor of blood just faintly hung in the air...his chest stung and smarted from Finn's nails. The air con had been turned off so the room was humid and clammy, causing both their bodies to ooze sweat. And Finn just would not stop. He was working that dick like the pro he was. And his prostate was being smashed JUST RIGHT! He was screaming and cursing.
SLAP.
Karl had hit him in the face hard, sending him careering backwards.
"On your knees demon. Give me that fucking pussy."
"You don't order me around Allegra."
"Yes I fucking will you little bitch."
Finn almost came right there. It was no use. He was itching to be dominated. Despite all his demonic intentions. His arsehole stung so GOOD. He actually really enjoyed the pain.
"Slap me again."
SMACK.
"OW!"
SMACK!
Finn held his sore face, eyes stinging. He eased himself up and turned around to get on all fours, chest down, arse up. If he was bleeding, Karl didn't say. The elder man kneeled up behind his painted partner and roughly pushed his cock back into Finn, yanking him up by his securely-fastened headdress. He was going to fuck Finn like all those chicks he used to fuck in Japan.
Prince Devitt the pussy slayer?!
Please.
"Don't stop..." Finn moaned.
And Karl heeded it. He began to pound Finn hard and fast, slapping his amazing solid bubble butt with every thrust, pulling hard on the headdress like it was long hair and grunting uncouthities at him...it really did feel like he was fucking a female ring rat as Finn had shed his demon persona and had reverted to his usual wanton screams.
"HARDER...yes...oh YES...ahhh...ahhhhh ahhhh...ahhh...ahh HARDER CHAD! AHHH! ahhhh!"
Karl was in fucking ecstasy. Oh God. This was why Finn was the only dude he could ever fuck. He was just SO responsive and so much fun to pound.
"Ohhh GOD...Ohhh Fuck...m'gonna cum..."
"Yeah? Fucking shoot that load for me pussyboy.."
"AHHH!.." Finn slapped Karl's hand away from his cock, wanting to come hands free. He snapped his hips back and forth, giving it back just as good as Karl gave it to him...oh yes...he could feel it...he was boiling up..he was hot, sweaty and sore and couldn't be happier...yes...oh YES...harder please Karl...his scream rattled the window panes and Karl almost jumped...it was guttural...almost demonic. Balor had roared back into life as Finn exploded all over the carpet and it was enough to make Karl pound Finn as fast as he could...urging his own climax upwards...yes...yes...
"OHHHH FUCK YES!" Karl bellowed, driving deep inside the Irish harlot...it burned on its way out...
So here we go :) I had to write this after Finny debuted the demon (personally he should have waited until SS as the impact will be lessened when he does his entrance now).
Mainly centred around Sunshine Sami's recovery...poor baby. I couldn't drag out the Kevin storyline too much because it would just get repetitive and plus he was in such a funk in Chapter 11 that I needed him to get some happiness. I also realised if I had Cesaro leave Sheamus for Sami I'd get hate mail! So Sheasaro lovers, relax. They are still together and will stay together for the foreseeable future!
And if you hadn't spotted already, I missed writing Sami and FInn stuff SO much. Tumblr has been such a great inspiration for this chapter - indeed you may spot references to other SamiFinn couple fics in this!
Next chapter will ramp up the drama as we head into SummerSlam weekend! Trust me, expect the unexpected! May feature indie guys I'm afraid! I'm a lot happier with these latest ones. Hope you enjoyed reading.
