Chapter 14

Sorry sorry sorry! Had a couple of other commitments this week so I've not updated as soon as I should have.

Love you all for your continued feedback and comments, it's the best bit about writing this for me!

Many thanks to wrestlebitch (Joey) for his awesome recaps from this time - great for memory refreshing! And for the screencap of ANGRY!Mikey which was the muse for this chapter.

Bit of a time jump (again) and a twist in the tale now. This episode of Raw (July 13) was a pre-record and when it was transmitted the WWE were in Oz/South Africa. This takes place the night it was recorded...whenever that was. Artistic licence XD

Josh could only watch as Mike threw poor Alex around the arena...he knew there was a perfectly good reason for this match. Mike had been in a foul mood all day and hadn't even read his script or looked at the match-board so he didn't realise he was booked to lose. The look of horror, disbelief and sheer fury on his face in that close up after Alex pinned him was real, not acted. His big blue eyes were blank and glinting.

And little Josh knew he was the cause of that.

The night before, after a successful WWE Live show, Mike and Josh had been in bed together...Josh buried balls-deep inside Mike as per usual...and then at a crucial moment...Josh had screamed out...ALEX'S name.

Yeah. The little brunette had found his small ass swiftly being turfed out into the corridor after that and he'd had to spend the night with a sympathetic Matt Striker.

Mike had not spoken to him at all before the Raw show. And neither had Evan once the news had got to him. The commentator-turned-wrestler was definitely living in Coventry at the moment.

Josh obviously wasn't wrestling on Raw tonight but still chose to be there.

As soon as the segment was over, Mike stormed backstage, shaking, tears rolling down his cheeks. In the closeups of his face after he'd given Alex a royal decking, he looked on the cusp of a nervous breakdown.

He wanted some alone time now. Alex hadn't know what had hit him, and had tried to appeal to his best friend during the beatdown but the cameras were in their faces constantly. He spotted Vince en route to the ring for his closing segment with John Cena..an d quickly scurried into a side room, not fancying crossing paths with the boss right now. When the CEO's footsteps had faded, Mike pushed the door open and tentatively padded out. He needed a hug.

And he didn't give a damn how much of soppy twat he must have appeared at that moment. He hugged his arms protectively over himself. This was something he used to do after a nasty run-in with that bastard Bradshaw back in the day, or anyone jibed him about his weight. The only person who could still crack 'Big fat Mike' jokes and get away with it was his former partner and good friend John Morrison. Mike proudly thought of himself as thick-skinned and could handle shit but his weight was still a sensitive issue sometimes. Even though to most people, he looked pretty damn hot.

He considered Alex to be better built than him and when Josh, who was naturally slim and petite as well as toned like hell, screamed the blonde's name out, Mike's heart had snapped in two.

One of the reasons Mike liked bottoming was because he could be taken from behind and people didn't have to look at his front. He was now convinced Josh still fancied Alex even though both men had assured him their fling was ancient history. And Alex had Evan...

Speak of the devil.

"Hey Mike, way to go, dickhead! Did you need to kick the shit out him quite that much?"

Oh dear. Evan. And he sounded royally pissed off.

"I'm sorry Evvy...I got carried away."

He couldn't stop himself. His blue eyes began to leak more tears. Evan saw them. He softened a little.

"Mikey, what's wrong?"

"Evyy...am I fat?"

"Mikey, what the hell? Dude, you're hot as fuck! Where's that coming from?"

"You don't understand, you're fucking tiny...you're doing Kev who's fucking perfectly proportioned...what the fuck does Josh see in Big Fat Mike?"

Evan was floored...since when was Mike this insecure? Confident, brassy, mouthy Miz...charming, sweet Mike.

"You wanna talk about it?" Evan asked, "Did you know Cody came here tonight?"

"No...really?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, he got bored so came here to watch the show...he just wanted to get an autograph from Sergeant Slaughter...typical Coddles, eh? The ultimate fanboy."

"Where is he?" asked Mike, wiping his eyes.

"In my locker room, we've been playing Warhammer.." Evan trailed off, looking at the floor.

"Matthew Korklan...you are the biggest dork.." Mike smiled weakly.

"Shut up," Evan said.

"Evvy...how are you anyway..." Mike trailed off, avoiding those gentle brown eyes.

"Since I found out your boyfriend screamed my boyfriend's name out whilst he was coming inside your ass?" Evan said, "Fine...Alex was as shocked as I was...I can promise you they're not fucking...he's not cheating on you...Josh used to be quite the bag of chips...you know that."

"Yeah I know Evvy, but still, when he's inside me I don't expect him to yell out 'ALEX!' when he's jizzing up me," Mike pouted.

"Sure, dude, I understand, why not book a session with good ol' Dr. Runnels, talk it out with him, he is better than me at this sort of thing," Evan said, "C'mon."

He offered his arm to Mike who gladly took it and led the gentle blonde to his locker room. He pushed the door open and Mike nearly collapsed in laughter at the sight. Cody was carefully arranging his Warhammer figures, Sgt. Slaughter's signature hat on his head, his big hipster glasses on his face...looking rather at odds with his red Lacoste polo tee that clung to his muscular frame.

"Hey nerd, nice hat," drawled Mike, feeling a little happier now he'd talked to Evan.

Cody looked up, scowling briefly before beaming at the sight of Mike.

"Hey Mikey," he smiled, opening his arms for a hug.

Mike padded over and hugged the young brunette.

"Coddles...what's with the hat?" asked Mike.

"It's Sgt. Slaughter's, so show some respect, maggot!" Cody snapped, in a reasonable impression of the WWE Legend.

"Mikey here needs to see Dr Runnels," Evan put in, "Got a bit of a problem."

Cody took the hat off faster than blinking and carefully laid it on the side.

"What's up, baby?" he asked, gesturing Mike to sit opposite him.

"I'll go see how Kevin's getting on?" Evan said, discreetly padding out the room, shutting the door behind him.

"You mashed Alex tonight, you threw him from pillar to post, raking his face up..and it looked real as hell," Cody began, "What's the matter?"

Mike blushed.

"Last night...Josh and I...he screamed Alexs name...when inside me."

"Oh. Shit. Wonder why Evvy wasn;t focusing tonight."

"Focusing? On what?"

"Warhammer!"

"Oh Coddles...you are such a nerd!"

"Shut up Michael. Anyway I thought we were talking about you. Go on please."

Mike considered himself told. Cody's blue eyes seemed redder than normal. He only really noticed now he was looking at the brunette's face.

"Coddles, take those silly glasses off a minute."

"Don't diss the glasses!" Cody pouted but he removed them anyway.

"They dont even have lenses...fucks sake Coddles!" Mike said, a small smile on his face, "You look like you've been crying."

Codys face fell.

"Never mind me, I'm OK...what happened after Josh screamed Alex's name?"

"I threw his skinny ass out in the corridor of course. Not seen him since."

"MICHAEL!" Cody scolded.

"Well if he's screaming Alex's name...I'm obviously not good enough for him! Me! The most-must-see champion and headliner of Wrestlemania 27 isn't good enough for fucking Josh Mathews! Am I too fat? Dont top him enough? I know he missed getting his ass fucked!"

Mike was rambling now and Cody just let him talk.

"Well he needs a fucking reality check! He's not all that himself! Just because he's a commentator turned superstar thinks he's the best thing to happen to the WWE when all he's done is squash Cole at a pay-per-view and then squash all the shitty jobbers at house shows!"

Cody whistled quietly.

"Wow, Mikey. Quite a rant. Guess you don't love him as much as you thought, hey?"

"I've spent thousands of dollars on him...all he gave me in return was a Rolex."

Cody shook his head.

"First of all," Cody said, surprisingly commanding given his soft-spoken nature (at times), "Mind your mouth, he is my best friend no matter what. Thecondly, GROW UP!"

And to make his point known, he slapped Mike around the face.

"He just made a Freudian thlip," Cody said, trying not to let his lisp dominate.

Mike had dissolved into tears again. He was grabbing at his hips and waist, feeling for the invisible fat he was now convinced was there.

"Mikey, you're not fat...you've got an amazing body," Cody said, "I'd ride you any day."

"Don't let Teddy hear you say that!" Mike sniffled.

Cody choked back a sob.

"Coddles?" Mike said.

Cody's own blue eyes were leaking now. Mike caught Cody's shining gaze and felt a rush of emotion...his friend was hiding something.

"What's the matter?" Mike pressed on, lip trembling.

Cody just broke down right there, and pulled Mike into a big hug, both men leaning into and comforting the other at the same time

"Hey Coddles, ssh, what's the matter? What's up..hey hey," Mike pleaded, nuzzling the brunette, trying to calm him down. And he'd come to get advice from Cody...he didn';t think he'd end up trying to console him.

"We're 'on a break'," sobbed Cody, "Teddy told me last week after the show wrapped that he was fed up with me embarrassing us with my super-fem behavious and he needed some time to get his head straight before he comes to a decision."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry, does anyone else know?" Mike asked, momentarily forgetting his own troubles.

Cody shook his head.

"Haven't even told Joshy," he wept, "You're the first person to know. Please don't tell anyone Mikey, I trust you with my life. Since you and Josh got together I really feel close to you...you're my second best friend after him now. You, Alex, and Evvy...I hate being on Smackdown sometimes."

"What about your friends over there? Randy?" Mike asked.

"Randy annoys me, with him it's all 'Alanna this' or 'John-John that'. BLECH!"

"That is pretty sweet though, big bad viper going all soft over Cena, and I bet he's an awesome dad," Mike said, "Awww Coddle,s never seen you so upset, baby."

"I'm always the agony aunt of the WWE, but I need love as well," Cody said, lip still trembling.

"Of course you do honey," Mike said, smiling, and pulling the brunette close into another hug, "Why don't you stop blubberin' and come with me to my hotel room? You're stopping in our hotel aren;t you?"

"No...I booked into a motel incase I bumped into Teddy," Cody said, "Can you...stay with me? If you wanted some away time?"

"That'd be nice, thank you Coddles," Mike said.

After Raw went off the air and the post-cut action had finished, Mike decided to tell people that he was going to the motel with Cody. He knew Josh was here but he thought it best to have another night away before he forgave him. He knew he had overreacted a little, and should have trusted his boy a lot more, rather than letting his insecurities take over. After he changed into his comfy street clothes, he sought Alex out and gave him a big hug, telling him how sorry he was about taking his frustrations out on him.

"It's OK Mikey," Alex said, holding the older blonde tight, "Just think before you act...I know what a stubborn ass you can be. Now shoo. Go keep Coddles company and give him our love."

"Kevin Kiley, since when were you a middle-aged woman?" Mike smirked.

"You call barmen 'dear' when they serve you!" Alex shot back.

"Oh can it Riley it was only the once and I was drunk!" Mike pouted.

"Girls, girls," John Cena cut in, "Must you?"

"Missing Randal?" smirked Mike.

"Missing Josh?" countered John.

Mike glowered at him. But then softened his expression - John wasn't to know what had happened the last 24 hours.

"He was here, sat in a locker room most of tonight," John said, "Everything OK between you two?"

"Now we're fine, just giving each other some space," Mike said. A little bit of a lie but it was enough to shut Cena up.

"Don't get mugged, will ya, Mikey?" Alex said, hugging his friend once more.

"Alex, it's a motel, not the fucking Bronx. And it's one night."

"I just worry."

"I know and it's sweet. But go suck up to Evvy before any more rumours start being spread...hang on a minute."

"What?"

"How did Evvy find out? Josh doesn't blab about stuff."

"FUCKING GABRIEL!" Mike erupted, making Alex jump.

"Oh fuck...he was at the house show last night!" Alex said, "Why can't he leave us alone?"

"I'll kill the bastard, I mean it. And why would Evvy beleive a nasty piece of shit like that?"

"He probably told one of the divas who went and told him...like fucking high school here!" Alex fumed, "Mikey, I need to go..take care and I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah, bye Alex." Mike was short with him but for a different reason this time. He wanted blood. Justin had enough dirt on them already without adding more. He picked his bag up and went to meet Cody outside his car.

Cody was playing on his DS when Mike turned up.

"Finally!" he said, "What took you so long?"

Mike got in and slammed the door.

"If you see Gabriel or Slater, or even Rosa, run them down," he said, alarmingly calm, "One of them told Evvy about Josh, that's how he knew."

"Joshy would never blab stuff like that, you know that!" Cody said.

They decided to make a detour to the local Target to grab some beers and ice cream..Mike couldn't justify wine, that was too girlish even for a couple of mouthy bottom boys. At least beer was manly-ish. Cody talked him into the ice cream.

As they got in the line for the checkout, arms linked (because they were officially considered close friends now)

The young male cashier scowled at them when he spotted their arms and the tubs of Ben and Jerry's. He didn't say a word as he rung up the transaction. Normally Mike tried to be friendly to shop staff when he could but this punk needed putting in his place.

"If you have a problem with us, you could always refuse to serve," he drawled.

The young boy stayed silent, mouth pursed. Even though both these muscular guys (at a combined weight of 453 pounds!) could easily knock him out, he thought he could be a smart-ass and keep up the snotty act.

Mike shook his head and threw a few dollar bills at the cashier.

"Keep the change and use it to buy some fucking manners," he spat.

At last they were in Cody's motel room. It wasn't a hellhole but was definitely a big step down from the hotels they usually stayed in. It was cosy rather than luxurious and hadn't been upgraded since about 1988 but hey, it was time away from their colleagues for a night.

"I miss doing this," Cody said, as he kicked his cowboy boots off and flopped down on the bed...a double, "Since Lay got injured I don't really get time to just have a night in. Teddy liked us to go to the bar."

He let out a heavy sigh and shuffled around.

"I'm gonna go run a bath, you must be dying for one," he said, "You stink by the way, Mikey."

"Cheers Coddles, thanks for making me more insecure," Mike deadpanned, cracking open a beer. He checked his Blackberry...plenty of tweets still from adoring Mizfits but no calls, DM's or texts from Josh. Cody hopped off the bed and Mike heard water running. Cody really was running him a bath!

"So what happened then?" asked Mike loudly.

"With what?"

"You and Teddy?"

Cody padded back in.

"Remember the morning after Capitol Punishment? You saw how cranky he was then? After you left we had a huge fight...he said he wished I'd just shut up most of the time and he said no wonder fans call me a big fag."

"That's got more to do with the Dashing gimmick!" chuckled Mike, "Though Coddles, I hate to say, sometimes you can be a real screaming queen. Doesn't help when you talk loudly about getting your ass fucked in front of others either!"

"Mikey, before you go any further, let me remind you that you are one of the biggest screaming bottoms I have ever met," Cody hit back, a slight smile on his face.

"Bitch."

"Hoe."

"Slut."

"Pussyboy."

"Pot calling the kettle black."

"I could do with a fuck up the ass right now." Codys face flushed.

"Coddles!" Mike said, "Do you have to? This is precisely what I was talking about!"

"Who am I?" Cody pouted, bending over and miming being fucked, "Oh yeah, fuck me Josh, give to me...spank my ass!"

Mike chuckled. Cody was such a child sometimes. He hated himself for thinking it, but he could also see why Ted got annoyed with Cody as well.

Cody flounced back into the bathroom to check the water wasn't over flowing.

"Your bath's ready bitch, now get your ass in there." he pouted.

"No need to take it out on me because your hole is twitching!" Mike shot back.

He and Cody could trash talk each other for ages and regardless of how offensive the banter, they always knew it was in fun. Mike peeled off his T-shirt and sweatpants and padded, in just his jockstrap, into the bathroom. He slipped the strap off before sliding gratefully into the bathwater. He cussed himself inwardly when he realised the door was still open.

"Coddles, could you shut the door?" he called.

Cody padded over. Rather than shutting the door, he let himself in.

"Hey, trying to have a bath here!" Mike admonished him.

"Oh don't get your jock in a twist, seen all you got before!" Cody said, perching on the toilet seat (closing it first, obviously)

Mike felt a little exposed and tried to hide his blush, even thoguh his modesty was covered by the foam. He lay back and relaxed for a while, occasionally responding to Cody's attempts at small talk. Cody excused himself when he saw the bubbles were pretty much gone and let Mike finish up.

When Mike re-entered the bedroom in his towel, he was presented with the problem he'd chosen to ignore since they got here...how were they going to kip?

"We could top and toe it?" he suggested, letting the towel fall and giving Cody a damn good view of his pert round bottom while he pulled some lounge pants out of his bag. Normally he slept in the buff but obviously...not here.

"Afraid I'll try and mount you in my sleep?" Cody raised an eyebrow, "I can control myself, y'know?"

"Sorry Coddles, just being polite," Mike said, raising his hands in defeat. Cody was already in the bed, and he looked like he was naked under the covers, but thankfully Mike spotted black boxers when he lifted the covers and climbed in. He could feel the warmth that emanated from the young brunette as he made himself comfortable.

"Come here baby," Cody said, "Cuddle."

"Coddles...this isn't the best idea," Mike warned him.

"Relax, I'm your friend," Cody said.

Mike reluctantly shuffled into the brunette's embrace, taking in the familar scent that was Cody.

Mike didn't know what made him do it.

He turned and stared into icy light blue eyes, set in so perfect a face. Those eyes stared right back into his own baby blues.

And before he knew it, his lips were brushing against Cody's. And Cody';s brushed back...followed by his pink tongue.

Mike tensed before allowing entry. He was confused...he was horny...this close proximity to another hot specimen...technically right now both men were single? Right?

"Fuck me..." Cody gasped, "Mikey...you are one hell of a kisser."

"Not so bad yourself," Mike grinned, pulling the brunette close and devouring his lips again, more hungrily this time.

"Mikey..." Cody panted, grabbing Mike's hand and pulling it downwards onto his crotch...he was hard as a rock.

"Coddles...no...Teddy.." Mike protested but his resolve was weakining.

"We're friends right?" Cody said, "And were both here because our boyfriends have been asses to us? What happens in this room, stays in this room? I want it. And I know you do too. We're helping each other out."

"If you say so, Cody," Mike said, rubbing the bulge in Cody's boxers...this boy was hung like a stallion. He whimpered as Cody's hand found his hardon and stroked it softly.

"Get them off Mikey," gasped the brunette, throwing the covers off and climbing on top of Mike, kissing him passionately. Cody whined and whimpered as he writhed on top.

"The boxers...fucking take them off!" he mewed.

Mike hooked his fingers into the waistband and ripped them off, hands grabbing that soft, beautiful ass. This was a well-fucked ass, no denying it. He let out a gasp as Cody deftly pulled his sweatpants down and began to grind against him.

"Oh Mikey!" cried Cody.

Mike looked up into needy blue eyes.

"How long has it been since you and Teddy fucked?" he asked.

"Too long, Mikey, please fuck me!" moaned Cody.

"Only if you're sure," Mike said.

And CLIFFHANGER time! Yeah I know, shocking. They should be ashamed of themselves really as it's their own idiocies that led to this.

Don't worry, I know this is a really bad turn, but things will come right, I was conscious that there needed to be a good shake-up to make them realise how important their respective relationships are. I promise!

But a bit of Cody/Mike smut is hot, right? Not enough on those two as a pairing exists on here...

I will update soon, I promise!

What will happen if Justin gets wind of this? :O