Chapter 21
I cannot believe it is almost a year since I finished the original Champ's Choice! This sequel itself has been running since last June and I'm only on Chapter 21 now. But I'm working more than I did a year ago that's why. I still am brimming with ideas for this; it's just how and when I can bring them in.
And also….this is most arrogant of me…I have already planned how it's all going to end….! When and how we get there is another matter:-D
Here we open with a flashback. ULTRA-long chapter ahead. Stick the kettle on.
July 2, 2007.
Young Cody Runnels, well, as of tonight, now known as Cody Rhodes after his father, could hardly believe he was about to appear on his first ever Monday Night Raw. Sure, it was a backstage segment with his dad, and it was with the youngest-ever world heavyweight champion, the third-generation Randy Orton, but still. He was on mother-fuckin' Raw.
After a year down in Ohio Valley Wrestling, the young, eager, excitable ravenette was itching to see where his career would take him. Just turned twenty-two, he was every inch the clean-cut, baby-faced rookie that would easily get the teenage girls paying attention.
He arrived at the arena that afternoon, not knowing what to expect. His dad would already be there, and obviously for stuff like production meetings, rehearsals, show re-writes etc…the roster had to be there early. Ever-eager to make a good impression and show he was not just riding on the Rhodes name, Cody was one of the first to arrive.
Now where was the locker room? If he could just dump his stuff now, he'd have time to find his feet. One thing was for sure, he needed a damn cigarette, he was so freaking nervous!
Where did you go to smoke around here?
The young rookie wrestler reached into his pocket for a pack of Marlboro Lights and tucked one behind his ear, before, thankfully, spotting two people stood by a vending machine.
A guy and a girl.
The girl was pretty hot, Cody thought. Shoulder-length black hair, dark tanned skin…ah he recognised her as the 2006 Diva Search winner, none other than ECW's Layla. Formerly of Extreme Expose. Cody's best friend down in developmental, Shawn Spears, always said how much he "wanted to hit that."
The guy clearly wasn't her boyfriend, Cody deduced. Even at his young age he was proud of his ability to read people, and those two definitely weren't giving coupley vibes. Cody recognised the guy as former Tough Enough contestant and occasional Sunday Night Heat commentator Josh Mathews. Although they weren't exactly BIG stars like Edge, Triple H or the Undertaker, still, Cody had seen them on TV and it was weird seeing them just stood there in person.
He nervously padded over.
"Excuth me?" he asked.
Damn that fucking lisp. Always came out when he was nervy. Now he felt like a total dweeb.
"Not doing autographs," Josh said, rather rudely.
"I'm not a fan…it's my first show tonight," Cody said, blushing a little. Josh was cute despite the sassy attitude. So small and very youthful looking. A real twink. Well, obviously older than the typical "twink" age…but Cody would. Which was odd because Cody didn't normally go for baby-faced smooth boys….he liked his men…hunkier, and more muscle on their bones. Not to mention manlier.
That was another thing; Cody hoped that it hadn't leaked about him being gay. He wanted to tell people himself in his own time. Especially if he was having to work with Orton who was known for being a complete douchebag backstage. He didn't fancy ending up in Wrestlers' Court in his first week.
"Oh….sorry buddy," Josh said, losing the bitchiness and smiling, "Hey….are you Dream's boy?"
"How could you tell?" asked Cody.
"The lisp, and plus, I read about you online when I heard you got called up," Josh said, "Josh Lomberger by the way."
"I'm Cody, Cody Runnels," Cody replied, extending his hand.
"You're gonna be Cody Rhodes aren't you?" asked Josh, shaking it.
"Yeah," the young ravenette replied.
"I'm Layla….awww bless him he's gone red," giggled Layla. There was something so instantly warm and likeable about this girl and Cody knew he wanted her to be his friend.
"You looking for the locker room?" asked Josh.
"Was actually gonna ask where you go to smoke around here?" Cody replied, "I know…bad habit…but it's my first day on Raw and I'm kinda nervous."
"Just go into the parking lot, I'll go with you, haven't had once since touchdown," Josh said.
"You should give up," Layla said scoldingly to him.
"Not like I do anything in the ring!" Josh said, "C'mon, follow me; Lay….see you in Catering for our lunch date?"
"Sure thing hun," Layla said, "You can eat with us if you want?"
"Is that OK?" asked young Cody, "Thank you so much!"
Well this wasn't too bad….making friends already. There was still the issue of possibly being hazed by the top carders in the locker room but that will wait until later. Right now Cody was happy to follow the pretty announcer out into the parking lot.
Josh reached into the pocket of his stonewashed, fitted jeans and pulled a squashed pack of smokes out. Just one left. He took it out and placed it in his mouth…and then cursed as the paper tube bent, ripping above the filter.
"Fucks sake, that was my last one!" he complained, "Guess I'll have to wait until the show's off air and see if the gas station's still open."
"Want one of mine?" asked Cody, offering his.
"You sure?" asked Josh.
"Yeah," Cody said, smiling a little nervously. Josh was really pretty up close. Cody knew that he really wanted to make friends with this guy. And his gaydar was starting to kick in. Big time.
"Thanks," Josh said, smiling, showing perfect square, white teeth, and taking a cigarette from the box proffered by the young, second-generation rookie, and lighting it.
Cody removed his from behind his ear and sparked it up.
"You got a nose stud?" asked Josh.
"Yeah," replied Cody, "Not in the ring, obviously."
"It's cute," Josh said, "So…what's gonna go down with you?"
"Just got something going with dad and Orton," Cody replied, "They're gonna see how it all plays out. Dunno when I'll get my first main roster match."
"I formally retired last year," Josh replied, "I haven't been in a TV match for about 3 years. Still workout and train with some of the guys sometimes, just in case…you never know."
"How was Tough Enough, getting training from Austin, Ivory…Jackie Moore and stuff?" asked Cody, "I can still remember your moonsault episode."
"So can I," grinned Josh, "If there was one move I wanted to perfect, it was that. Hear yours is something to see."
Cody blushed a little.
"You been reading up on me?" he asked.
"Just curious, always do when it's someone from a wrestling family…you don't look anything like Dream, or Goldust!"
"Dustin's my half-brother," Cody corrected him, "And no, Terri ISNT my mom."
"I know, I know!" Josh said, "We still got ages to go before production meetings and stuff start, did you wanna stay and hang out? I know I'm hardly Hunter, Batista or Kane but…."
"Yeah," smiled Cody.
Josh almost swooned. This boy was a beauty. Sparkling blue eyes. Kissable pouty lips. Black hair, perfect cheekbones, and a slim, toned figure underneath that grey tee and track pants. And what a smile. Cute slightly gappy teeth. How in God's green Earth was he the son of the large, blonde Dusty Rhodes? Josh was always a fan of the American Dream, but come on….his mom must be an absolute knockout, Josh thought.
Josh's gaydar was also pinging. Yep, Josh was gay. Out and proud. Not that many wrestlers complained, really….far from it, but that was for another time. He didn't want to assume/wishfully think, but Josh would bet his contract on Cody also being gay. That lisp had a slight fem edge to it. But that could just be his accent.
Josh was generally confident around hot guys, but he was flattered that a hottie like Cody clearly wanted to make friends with him on his first day. When he, Josh, had first heard that Dusty Rhode's youngest boy was getting called up, Josh pictured another prick like Orton, getting everything handed to him on a plate just because of his last name. But Cody didn't give that impression at all. Soft-spoken and polite, and not only going straight for the top card guys.
"Lay asked if you wanted to join us for our lunch date?" Josh asked.
"I know….really…it's OK…I don't wanna…be like a third wheel or anything," Cody said gawkily, flushing and staring at the floor.
Josh giggled.
"Oh…oh…no, sorry bud…yeah, Lay and I…aren't dating!" he said, "Half the divas think we should be, but we're not…she's just a really good friend."
"You dating anyone at the moment?" asked Cody. And then he mentally slapped himself. Talk about too fuckin' forward too fuckin' soon!
"I hardly know you," smirked Josh, "Besides, I'm wayyy too old for you!"
"Don't look too old to me," Cody said, before he could stop himself.
"I'm 26," Josh said, "You're a baby! You can't be more than what, 20?"
"22," Cody replied, "Just turned."
"Still…you're ripe and young, if you wanna…you know, get some, once Raw goes off the air, the guys always invite a few ring rats out if you've just got blue balls…a boy your age…sleep on a bed of broken glass to have sex," grinned Josh.
"A boy of my age, you're talking like an old guy!" Cody chuckled, "I'm only four years younger than you…"
He didn't know what was making him do it…he was getting in Josh's space.
"Whoa…whoa…." Josh said, backing away, "Wait up a second!"
"Why?" asked Cody, brain firmly in his pants now. Josh may not show off his clearly slim body in trunks or tights, but Cody knew a hottie when he saw one. Cody was no innocent when it came to men, baby. Oh no. Just ask Shawn Spears. OVW nights out…Cody would always manage to go home with some hot hunk…even when the other guys failed to hit up a hot chick.
"Back up a second!" Josh said again.
Cody did so, blushing as common sense finally caught up with him.
"I'm so sorry," he said, turning away from Josh and heading back toward the arena, preferably to barricade himself in a wires box until the show went on air.
"How….how could you tell?" asked Josh, gently tapping the young man's arm.
"Tell what?" asked Cody, still red and looking at the floor.
"That I'm gay?" asked Josh, "Or have rumours about me spread to OVW now?"
"No…" mumbled Cody.
"And I suppose it's obvious…you're gay as well," Josh said.
"Yeah," Cody replied, "Not how I imagined coming out on the main roster but there we go."
"This is fucking awesome!" Josh said, "I hate being the only one out around here! Oh sure, after a few beers and long weeks on the road, some of 'em will do it for pay, y'know, blue balls and all that….but…wow, first guy to get called up and then come out."
"I didn't think I'd meet another gay guy in this company, well apart from Pat Patterson," Cody said.
"Well, there was Orlando Jordan…" Josh said.
"You didn't?" asked Cody.
"Sexy black hunk? Fuck yeah I did!" smirked Josh, "And…hung."
Cody let out a scandalised laugh. He fucking liked this guy a lot. And he'd barely known Josh Lomberger fifteen minutes. So much for the slightly nerdy, put-upon shrimpy, suited announcer he was portrayed as on TV…and as the whiny-voiced douche he seemed to be back on Velocity a couple of years ago. Clearly this was a guy who knew what he liked.
Cody lit another cigarette, offering Josh the box again. The older man took it with another flash of that beautiful smile.
Both men clearly liked what they saw a lot when they looked at the respective other man.
"When did you come out?" asked Cody, taking a large puff, setting his sports bag on the tarmac and sitting on it.
"When I was 16," Josh said.
"No," Cody said, "I mean…when did you come out..here?"
"When I was caught under Orlando?" Josh replied.
"YOU WHAT?!" cackled Cody, "Where were you doing it?"
"In a side room….it was on the episode of Smackdown about three years ago….when I tagged with Booker T against him and JBL…" Josh said, a slight pinkness on his cheeks but otherwise no shame, "JBL caught us…..I got barred from the locker room from a week…and that was my one time in court. But gradually nobody gave a fuck. I don't even care that I barely know you and I'm telling you….Dick-stra will probably bring it up once he sees you with me anyway…fucking hate that prick."
"What's it to him anyway?" asked Cody.
"Exactly," Josh said, "So…you got any stories to share?"
"Maybe later," Cody said.
The show had wrapped for the night and young Cody was buzzing. He'd not yet been out on the stage but next week he most likely will. First ever Monday Night Raw completed. Yay.
He padded into the locker room to see if his new friend was ready.
He spied Josh in the corner, his suit jacket and tie removed, and just changing into a sharp-looking pair of skinny black jeans, his shiny black shoes now replaced by black Chucks.
"Hey," Cody said, tapping his shoulder.
"Oh hey you! How did it go?" asked Josh.
"OK I suppose, I don't care, I'm part of Raw now!" beamed Cody, "You off out?"
"Yeah, was just gonna come find you," Josh asked, "How do you fancy checking out the local gay bar? There is one, John Cena told me. A few blocks away. We can head out now if you like? You don't even need to change?"
"Like I'd get anywhere lugging my bag around," Cody said.
"Oh fuck yeah…hey, come to my room with me!" Josh said eagerly, "You rooming alone?"
"Just with Dad….yay me," Cody said.
"I'm rooming alone..odd numbers, but I don't care," Josh said, "Unless…"
"I'll two up with you!" Cody replied eagerly.
"Aww yay!" Josh said, "Company for once. If Lay and I roomed together there'd be trouble."
"You always room alone?" asked Cody, "I don't wanna intrude…or anything."
"Not always," Josh said, "But sometimes…it's more convenient?" He smiled slyly.
"Oh definitely," Cody said. Josh had a nice ass, he noted. Skinny jeans looked good on him.
"C'mon then, let's go dump our bags and then PARTAY," Josh said, ushering Cody out of the locker room, "This is how you do it on the main roster!"
"But it's just us," Cody said.
"Unless you fancy the hotel bar, all frat boy drinking games and ring rats," Josh said, "We got more days on the road to do that!"
"Nah…it's so awesome that I met a gay guy on my first day! Never thought it would happen in a million years!" Cody said, "Let's hit the bar…go bust some moves. Bet I'm better dancer than you!"
"It's on, bitch!" Josh grinned.
After the boys had doused themselves in cologne, and downed some beers from the minibar in Josh's hotel room (not the flashiest room, but it still had a minibar), they were ready to check out the gay bar Josh had mentioned. He had checked it online just in case Cena was pulling his leg and it was actually a church or something. Nope it was legit. Good ratings too.
Cody couldn't believe how well his first day had gone on the WWE main roster. And he'd definitely found a fast friend in Josh. Sometimes you don't need to follow the rules about socialising to know when you've found a friend. Pro-wrestling was loaded with fakes and backstabbers…everyone fighting for TV time and pushes. Josh seemed genuinely nice to Cody…well maybe if you got in the petite man's wrong side he wouldn't be, but…Cody trusted his instincts. He wasn't going to let his guard down too early, though. His dad had warned him about that.
"How far is it?" he asked again as they began to walk along the sidewalk.
"A couple of blocks…we can walk it…means we can absolutely slaughtered too!" Josh said.
"Might have a match tomorrow," Cody said.
"We'll burn it off in the gym!" Josh said, "C'mon boyo…let's go shake it."
He lit a cigarette, having stopped by the gas station on the way back to the hotel.
"Can you Vogue, that's the question?" smirked Cody, as they waited in the queue of guys (and some girls) to get in.
"Vogue? How old are you?" grinned Josh.
"So? Go into any club, that song might be old now but gets everyone on their feet," smirked Cody.
"I'd heard you like being an 80s throwback and all…but Vogueing, really?" Josh teased.
"Dance off when we get in?" Cody replied, "Loser buys the drinks?"
"You're on, kid!" Josh said as they shuffled up the line, which was moving fairly quickly and soon they were paying eight bucks each to get in. Soon as they were inside, the song currently playing, to neither of their surprises, was 'Umbrella' by Rihanna.
A few twinky-looking guys, none of whom looked more than 19 max were already dancing eagerly to the popular tune. Josh and Cody decided to join them, after all both men knew that their pretty-boy looks wouldn't put any patrons here off.
Cody instantly began to move his body to the beat, and Josh was immediately impressed. He was a good dancer…so fluid. Those hips. Josh had only heard what the boy's ring style was like but he was willing to bet money the kid was good. During their lunch with Layla, Cody had talked nineteen to the dozen, about his high school and amateur wrestling days….scandalous nights out in OVW…usually involving himself, Shawn and other hopefuls.
A skinny blonde twink started gravitating towards Cody and the brunette smirked and continued to dance flirtatiously…rubbing his pert ass against the blonde's crotch. Wow.
Josh shuffled across.
"What about the dance off, bitch?" he asked loudly.
Cody grinned at him.
"Show me your moves then!" he said.
"Fine, you asked," Josh grinned, and began to hit them with his best stuff…the small man was pretty damn proud of his ability to move his lithe, tattooed form in clubs (and it had got him laid SO many times)….so what if he was too puny and runty to make it as a big-time wrestler? Least it made him a good dancer. Admittedly having a female BFF who was a former Miami Heat dancer helped shitloads.
Cody paused and watched the small man move his body to the beat…his shirt buttons weren't undone before were they?
The twinks were cheering him on and a large, muscled man was subtly ambling over in the background, eyes fixed on the brown, spiky-haired beauty shaking his hips to the uber-popular Rihanna tune remix.
Once the song finished and another generic-sounding dance track started playing...Cody grabbed Josh by the arm.
"You win," he said, grinning.
"I thought so, they didn't cheer you," Josh replied, "Shall we hit the bar?"
He offered his arm to Cody, who linked his arm in it with an enigmatic smile before walking alongside him towards the bar.
"Get your wallet out, loser," Josh said as they squeezed in a space right at the front.
"What you drinking?" asked Cody.
Josh browsed the bar…..hmm….he was feeling frisky and sassy today.
"Strawberry daiquiri please," he beamed, flashing his beautiful white teeth at the barman, a well-dressed guy, around thirty…neatly-trimmed beard and a clearly tight, toned body underneath his tight black tee.
"Make that two," Cody put in, handing some dollar bills over.
"Oh, and throw two bottles of TNT," Josh said.
"On the house," the barman grinned as he busied himself making the cocktails up.
"He wants your ass," Cody said simply as they watched the handsome man go to work, "I saw him watching you shake it just now."
"Whatevs," sassed Josh, "Who's the younger, prettier one? You."
"He's not my type," Cody said.
The barman placed two bright red glasses of the sweet cocktail on the bar, along with two small brown bottles of the enhancement substance….which he pushed towards Josh who took them quickly…noting a scrap of paper underneath one.
He opened it and written was a cell phone number.
The barman was smirking flirtatiously at him.
"I get off shift at midnight," he mouthed to Josh.
"I'll be waiting," Josh replied.
Cody's mouth dropped open.
"Barely ten minutes here…..you jammy bitch!" he said.
"Better get shaking that booty," Josh smirked, "Bet yak twenty five bucks we both pull before we go. Start as you mean to go on, Cody my man."
The night just got louder and louder as the boys put away more drinks….and Cody soon found himself the object of attention from a shirtless hunk…the one who was eyeing up Josh earlier.
As the two young men continued to bump and grind with each other (which was only garnering them more attention)…Cody, by now buzzed on the cocktails and the male eyes on him, started to unbutton his blue shirt…..squees and cheers went up as he removed it, the cockiest smirk directed at Josh as the lights bounced off his immaculate, muscled, slender upper body.
Josh just smirked right back…and finished unbuttoning his shirt, removing it to expose his supple, tattooed torso. Cody's eyes were everywhere…..he hadn't seen the Smackdown episode where Josh got stripped and humiliated by JBL in the ring…but he had remembered Josh's lean form from Tough Enough…but he hadn't realised Josh was inked up….on his left upper arm was a claw motif just like the Monster energy drink logo, and between his back shoulder blades was a flying bird.
Cody really liked what he was seeing.
But Josh wasn't going to go with him. The way Josh moved…the camper and more fem he acted the more drunk he got….Josh was a bottom. Cody could tell. First day on main roster and he meets a really hot guy...they make friends. But typical. He had to also be a bottom. Cody was too. Such a shame.
Another shirtless guy snuk behind Josh and slipped a banknote into his back pocket…Cody immediately turned to glower at him fiercely.
The guy just smirked back and melted back into the throng of revellers.
Soon…the hot barman was slipping out from behind the bar….and making his way over to his prey for the night, the hot little brunette….yum….inked and toned…..shaking his pert ass to a remix of Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie" with his baby-faced friend who also looked hot but a bit too duckfaced for the barman's taste. The one he was after was more pretty and boyish-looking. And had that extra sassiness which just turned the man on more….
He crept over and spanked the skinny—jean clad ass. That had a jiggle even underneath. Mmm.
Pretty soon, Cody's trick for the night had caught up with him and the four men made their way out of the club…..back towards the hotel where the roster were staying…Josh and Cody had both managed to persuade them to come back to their hotel rooms rather than go to those guys' houses…
**November 2012***
Josh sighed as he looked through the photos on his laptop. He could still remember clear as day the first time he met his long-time friend.
After a particularly hard training day, he'd come back to Jack's house alone, wanting some space and time to himself. Jack was still at training. Mike wasn't there but the text Josh had got when he'd asked told him Mike was out for a run. So he'd opened up his laptop, and wound up looking through old photos he always stored on there.
Maybe it was because Dusty Rhodes was sitting in on today's training, or maybe because Ricky Steamboat and Bill DeMott were both going extra-hard on the small man today….but Josh really found himself missing Cody. Josh knew what an asshole Cody was being to him. But it didn't stop him missing that loveable big kid. A couple of times Josh had even considered calling him. But then stopped himself. What was the point when he'd just get ignored, rebuffed or flat-out insulted. Why did Cody suddenly hate him so much?
This had been going on for so many months now. Ever since Josh had made up with Justin Gabriel basically. Cody had been temperamental, possessive and overbearing. Josh going back to his old ways by getting under Swagger and that other guy certainly had done more harm than good. But why should Josh change to please Cody?
He heard the door open and close downstairs and then heard stomping up the stairs. He knew that was Mike just by the walk, and sure enough his bedroom door opened and the slightly sweat-sheened head of the most Must-See Superstar peeped around the door.
"Hey you, how was training?" asked Mike.
"Hard," Josh said, "They really went for me today. Like, really."
"Won't get better if you don't get pushed," Mike replied.
"I know, didn't help that the dragon was working with me today." Josh complained.
"Ahh….right. He can't hold that against you…things between you and Richie clearly weren't meant to be," Mike said, a slight bitter note to his voice that was noted by Josh.
"Come in," Josh said, "Be nice to have some company."
"Jack not home?" asked Mike.
"Still there, he was doing some stuff with Oli….he's like a protective dad!" Josh said, "Oli's old enough to stand on his own two feet."
Mike had been somewhat filled in on the gossip this morning but he still didn't really know what went on around here.
"Oli….he's that new guy...English?" he said, "Was he the one with Britani Knight when I dropped you off this morning?"
"Yeah," Josh said, "Did I tell you who Oli's now dating?"
"No….should it be important?" asked Mike.
"Not really, but you may as well find out," Josh replied, "He's with Briley."
"Wait…Briley Pierce? As in Nemeth? Dolph's brother?" asked Mike, "Ha! Dolph's brother's one of us! I'll use that against him next time he even tries to make another Big Fat Mike joke on Twitter!"
"I don't think Dolph even knows," Josh said, "Oli's not his first boyfriend. He dated Brad Maddox…you know, the pretty ref who seems to be Lay's new best friend right now."
"No fucking way?" Mike asked, "I did wonder if Maddox was gay. He's certainly a bit of a bitch."
"I got that vibe off him too," Josh said, "Well he was pretty openly gay. But he's got a big mouth. Jack said he's harmless, bark ten times worse than his bite….but I dunno. You know when there's just something about someone?"
"Oh yes," Mike said, perching next to Josh now, "I sat with Layla and him in Catering last week before a house show…he likes the sound of his own voice. Oh. He doesn't like Cody."
"There's a surprise," Josh said, "How could you tell? When Lay brought him and Coddles here back in September he wasn't that bad to him?"
"When Lay went to go powder her nose, as she says, Sandow walked by and he went 'Oh hey there Jesus, where's the platypus lately?'" Mike said, "Sandow's pretty laid back backstage by the way….but he looked quite pissed. I think he's the only person Cody has cos Layla's not talking to him much….Teddy's well...hardly around…and you're out here."
Josh felt a surge of anger boil in his stomach. Even though he wasn't talking to Cody himself…the thought of that upstart Brad insulting Cody behind his back was enough to make Josh pretty fucking mad.
"You Ok hun?" asked Mike, sensing the change in mood.
"No!" blurted out Josh, and his eyes were wet with tears.
"Wanna talk about it?" asked Mike.
Josh nodded, quickly rubbing his eyes, hating to be seen crying. Especially by his ex.
"Mikey….I really miss him!" sniffed Josh, "But I just know that if I try to call him he'll just be his asshole self! He's said some hurtful, rotten shit to me over these past few months but I can't help it…I miss him! We used to be so close..."
He showed Mike the photos he was looking at…a couple from the website of the club Josh and Cody had gone to five years ago on the ravenette's first day.
"Wow," Mike said, "That seems like such a lifetime ago. You and he were….well…."
He gave Josh a look that made the small man turn red.
Back in 2007, Josh and Cody were not fans of Mike the Miz at all. It was hard to believe that a few years later he would end up in a relationship with Josh.
"You were a bit of a douche," Josh admitted.
"I was," Mike replied, "But I had to be. So many hated me for my reality TV background. You and Cody especially. I know I made your Slam book…"
"Oh shut up Mikey…please…" Josh's face was burning now.
And all of a sudden…..finally. Something clicked into place.
"So that's why you sent me notes before we got together," he said...it was like having an epiphany. He remembered so well how odd he'd found it that the then-WWE Champion, the confident, brash mouthy Miz, was resorting to writing anonymous notes to try and get a commentary boy, Josh's attention back in early 2011..Now Josh FINALLY understood why. Old grudges.
Mike laughed a little humourlessly.
"Ironic," he remarked, "Not once during our relationship did you ever ask me why I tried to get your attention that way. And now…after we split up and both of us move on, it finally hits you."
"Cody and I had the wrong impression of you," Josh mumbled, "We only….heard…and you seemed so douche when I had to work on ECW..."
"If I'd straight-up asked you out," Mike said, "You'd have laughed in my face."
"I would not!" protested Josh.
"Yes you would, even back then, you and Cody ruled the roost on the blue brand," Mike said, "You may find this hard to believe, but some undercarders were genuinely scared of you both. You were the Plastics of WWE for many years, hun."
"Well," Josh admitted, "Cody and I both love Mean Girls. We watched the DVD after shows a lot back in the day. Mikey….I'm really sorry. Everything we ever said about you. You showed me how wrong I was."
"Hey," Mike said, voice softening, "I wasn't perfect either. I was insecure, I was controlling sometimes….and then I left you for Maryse. I was a bigger asshole. I just needed to get over old grudges and my own insecurities…..I hate my body still."
"Mikey….you need to stop hating yourself," Josh said, "You have held every single belt in WWE apart from the World Heavyweight and the Divas championships. You've got a huge fan base…your Mizfits. Beautiful house, always in demand….and you're sexy as hell. Oh yeah, and a movie star!"
"Shut up," Mike said, "I thought we agreed, none of that while I'm here. I'm just plain Michael Gregory Mizanin this week. No Miz, none of that stuff. And no amount of Mizfits can hide the fact that I'm fat."
"Mikey. Stop it," Josh said.
"Your Slam book had two pages of fat jokes made about me!" Mike said, "It's brought it all back to me!"
"That was then!" Josh said desperately, "The past."
The Slam book to which Mike was referring to, was a pink and blue notebook that Josh and Cody used to carry together from around a month after Cody's Raw debut until just before Cody was drafted to Smackdown in 2010. They had got the idea from their beloved Mean Girls movie….initially as a defence mechanism against big-mouthed co-workers who often used to give them both stick for being gay etc. Calling it a 'Slam book' was obviously much more appropriate for their line of work. Some of the people still working at WWE now who Josh got on with…he didn't always like them. It was, Josh felt, one of the best ways of dealing with the backstage politics and petty bullying that was notorious in the world of WWE, and he and Cody (and Layla) had stuck together throughout. Josh often maintained that throughout his ten years with WWE, Cody Runnels had been his only real, true friend. Cody knew a lot of Josh's deep, dark secrets. And Josh knew many of Cody's. They both told the other stuff they'd not even told their own families. Josh even knew stuff about Cody that even Ted DiBiase didn't.
Jack Korpela was a decent-enough substitute for the giant void in Josh's life left by his former close, brotherly friendship with Cody…and Josh really liked Jack very much. But Jack wasn't Cody. Nobody could ever replace Cody.
Josh was grateful every single day that he still had Layla, and that Mike was back in his life. He hadn't spoken to Justin in weeks, maybe months. He knew that Justin would be at NXT soon, but he wasn't going to make any effort. Josh would sacrifice the truce he had with his former tormentor if it meant getting one step closer to having Cody back.
And now the tears were rolling down Josh's face. He silently close the laptop, unable to take the memories anymore…they were making him feel so sad.
Mike felt such a pang at seeing his ex-boyfriend and current close friend break like this….Josh literally had deflated…his face scarlet…his tiny body shaking with emotion…fiercely trying not cry but Mike knew he was going to.
"Come here," he said, opening his arms and hugging Josh, "It's OK to cry…I won't tell anyone."
Josh began to sob into Mike's chest.
"I-I…m-miss him…so much," he murmured, "Mikey…when…Gabriel….raped me, he...helped me clean up, and didn't even...because I didn't want you to see me….he looked after me."
"I know he did," Mike said, "Sssh….sssh sh…."
Mike was going to have words with the moustached one when he got back to the main roster. He'd noted the attitude coming from Cody himself, and maybe the shoulder injury caused by Kane might teach Cody to not behave like such a douchebag and realise who he had in his life. Mike had managed to carve out more of a friendship with Cody recently, but he still felt that someone needed to tell Cody about the pain his attitude was causing his former best friend.
Mike still felt he owed Josh for breaking his hear t the way he did by going off with Maryse. Maybe now was a chance to make things right and do some good.
"You rest up," he whispered to Josh, "I'm gonna go make a call."
Mike padded out of Josh's room and next door into Jack and Matt's room as he dialled a number.
"Y'ello?" came the Southern drawl of Ted DiBiase.
Two days later, Mike was accompanying Josh and Jack to that week's tapings at Full Sail, and he was intrigued to meet some more of these hot blooded young new talents.
"I'm not competing…I refuse!" he'd said as they'd pulled up in the car park.
"What makes you think they'll make you get in the ring?" asked Josh.
"Because I'm so must-see?" grinned Mike.
"What happened to leaving all traces of Miz behind?" asked Josh.
"Stop living in the past," Mike said, "Here, let me carry your sports bag for you."
"Mikey, really, there's no need…."
"Shush. I want to help," Mike said.
Jack observed this exchange with interest. The night before last they'd taken Mike to Pulse for a couple of drinks, and he definitely seemed to be showing a different side to his bigmouthed screen personality. The more drunk Mike got, the camper he seemed. Or was it just Jack? And Mike could be a flirt.
When getting his drinks at the bar, Mike had actually said "thank you my dear"!
And he was certainly paying a lot of attention to his supposed ex.
Jack hoped that they wouldn't hook up again.
Josh seemed to be thinking that as well…but he wasn't exactly shunning Mike's attention either.
"Morning all," came the cheery East Anglia accent of Paige, holding a coffee near the University entrance.
"Good morning," Jack said, "Is Jake in there?"
"Yeah, he's been here since six, training his arse off," Paige said, "Guess what's happening tonight?"
"His match with Corey? They approved it?" Jack asked.
"Yep," the young raven-haired anti-Diva said, "Oliver and Briley are helping him because mardy-arse isn't going to."
"Who?" asked Mike.
"Old misery guts! Faceache," Paige said, "Corey?"
"Oh. Right," Mike said.
"We'll tell you later," Josh said, "Faceache! Ha! Lay calls Cody that now."
Mike gave Josh a look.
"I can well believe that," Jack said, "Let's go see how Jake's getting on."
They made their way into the arena, carefully avoiding any fans that might have already gathered, and headed straight for the ring.
Young Oliver Grey was stood in between a sweaty and scarlet Jake Carter, who was being held in a headlock by Briley Pierce.
Josh sat down next to Mike, who even dusted the seat for him.
"Oh, hey," Oliver said, spotting his tag partner, "You got a match later!"
"Oh?" asked Josh.
"Against Kruger," Oliver said.
"Are you serious?" groaned Josh, "Oh great…why can't I have more against the smaller guys?"
"Because you're the smallest on the roster, and one of the oldest, if not THE oldest," put in Jack, "You've got more to prove."
"Another loss, fantastic," Josh complained.
"What about me before I left to shoot Marine 3?" Mike said, "Jobbing to everyone and doing some stupid dance off at a pay-per-view? Take the rough with the smooth, Joshua."
"Bad choice of words," chimed in Paige, tossing back her ebony tresses as she took a seat on the other side of Josh.
In the ring, Briley was trying to appease a furious Jake.
"I'm sorry dude," he was saying, "I'm trying my best, but I'm not your opponent tonight! I can only do what I think Graves might do!"
"Doesn't matter anyway, I'm still gonna fucking lose," spat Jake.
Jake Carter was stood outside the curtain, heart pounding in his chest. No. Need. To. Stay. FOCUSED.
It was bad enough that the guy who was about to defeat him was stood behind him, breathing heavily.
"You don't have to do this," rumbled Corey.
Jake ignored him.
Bit late for second thoughts now.
Months. And fucking MONTHS. Of being at this skinny tattooed punk's beck and call, being his fucking cum dumpster. And now Jake was finally able to take his anger out on this bastard who'd used him for sex constantly. Jake loved Corey but hated him at the same time. Corey just WOULD NOT let him get close.
Jake was a strong man. He was just weak of will when it came to Corey. Not anymore. Tonight he was going to show Corey that he meant business and wasn't just a pretty boy with a tight ass anymore.
Saviour of Misbehaviour? Jake will give him MISBEHAVIOUR.
Leo Kruger's music played once more as the audience gave a resounding chorus of boos. Looks like Josh had tapped out then.
It was time.
The small man hobbled through the curtain, his bright blue and white ring attire still eye-searing even in this dark place.
"You OK?" asked Jake.
"M'fine," Josh said, "Just go out there and kick his ass."
Josh was well aware that the denim clad douchebag was stood behind Jake but didn't care. Josh considered Jake a friend and now and Corey was just the prick upsetting his friend. All the same, Josh was keen to watch the match.
Jake's music started to hit and the larger man gulped nervously before heading through to a mild reaction.
Josh immediately sprinted to the locker room and grabbed his hoodie before making his way into the audience where he knew Paige and Jack had saved him a seat.
"Hurry up," Mike said,
"Just getting a jacket," Josh said, "You OK Mikey, look a bit pissed?"
"Have you not seen who's backstage?" snapped the Ohio native.
"No…should I have?" asked Josh.
"Surprised you didn't," put in Jack, "He asked after you."
"Who…Evan?" asked Josh.
"No, Evan's not a slut," Mike said, "A certain former apprentice of mine…"
"WHAT?" asked Josh, "Alex?! HERE?"
"Yup," Mike said, "Called you a dirty hoebag. And called Graves a circus act."
"Oh bitch puh-lease," Josh huffed, "A skanky skankbag of a muscled slut has the AUDACITY to call anyone a circus act?! I know Graves is an asshole but come on!"
The ripping guitar chords of Corey's theme sounded and cheers and screams erupted from around them as the Pennsylvanian saviour of misbehaviour appeared, fists clenched in his signature pose, a sneer on his dark-featured face, his gelled quiff glistening in the lights as he jogged to the ring, looking more and more like an extra from The Young Ones than ever before.
The bell rang.
It was a short match, but sweet. The first thing Josh spotted was Jake was most defi9nitely working stiff. He had Corey in a headlock in the early goings….the anger was pouring out of the larger man.
The crowd were definitely on Corey's side, but Josh was most definitely NOT. Thought he could admit, from his bouts with Corey, that the Pittsburgh native was a really talented wrestler. Shame he was a douche who was so far in the closet he was in fucking Narnia.
Josh had to stop himself from cheering when Jake planted Corey in a really painful looking atomic drop.
"OOoh…" Jack hissed, "He won't be able to have sex for a week after that."
"Do you have to?" Paige admonished him.
"Good match," commented Mike, "I'm getting goosebumps."
"Me too," Josh said, "Come on Jakey….no…don't let him psyche you out…"
Jake continued to hold his own but then Corey ran at him and got him with a fierce spear, well more like a shoulder tackle, but the bigger man went flying, and a howl of pain left his throat.
With a truly vicious sneer, Corey stalked his prey…and grabbed the red-booted feet…twisting them furiously round his own…setting up his signature 13th Step hold…..Josh winced….when he and Corey last met at a house show the other week…he'd had to tap to this hold.
"Ouch…I can FEEL that," Paige remarked.
Jake was screaming in pain. But he had nowhere to go. Centre of the ring.
Corey's face bore a wild-eyed expression….from his seat, Josh could tell he was locking it TIGHT. Causing Jake as much pain as he could.
Jake was flailing wildly.
"No…come on don't tap yet," Jack was saying quietly.
Too late.
Jake was smacking the canvas hard. His ankles felt like they were about to break.
The bastard was fucking stiffing him. Taunting him. Dangling it under his nose. And even sneered "I so wanna tap that ass" whilst getting him in the corner. Jake just wanted to get out of here. This was a bad idea from the off. He'd worked this blind. Trainers will have his guts for garters. And now his "thing" with Corey was most definitely over.
He'd seen the look in Corey's eyes as he got him in the hold.
He was either going to be ridiculed, humiliated…or fucked. And right now nothing could make Jake feel any lower than he currently did.
"Man do I wanna fuck you," Corey rumbled out the corner of his mouth as the bell rang and Jake rolled out of the hold, in agony and anguish.
"Fuck…you!" he choked.
He just wanted out of here.
The official was helping him out of the ring.
He'd only managed to hit some offence on Corey. But that atomic drop had felt good. Literally hitting that smug bastard where it hurt. He was SO glad their tag team had disbanded.
Stay down. Jake wished Corey's cock would stay down. That way he might get left alone and finally break away from this mental prison he'd got himself incarcerated in.
Maybe this was it. Now he'd taken his frustration out on Corey in the ring, he could finally move on. Find a nice guy. But….despite everything. He loved Corey. Corey was a beautiful man. Jake was SURE underneath there was a heart.
The adrenaline was making him delusional…
He spotted movement in the audience as he hobbled up the ramp, Corey still in the ring, now holding a microphone, a supercilious sneer still on his handsome face. Corey was LOVING this. Jake just felt humiliated and like trash. Much like he felt when Corey fucked him and then fucked off.
"First," Corey was saying, "I get screwed out of a rematch…"
Whatever.
Jake just wished Corey would get screwed. Period.
He made his way backstage, eyes stinging with tears.
It was OK.
He'd done it.
He was safe.
Three figures were stood there as he hobbled. He tried not to listen to Corey's promo even thought that voice still grabbed his attention.
"Jakey?" came Jack Korpela's voice.
Jake just fell into the much smaller man's arms, his frustration and fury pouring into Jack's chest. He could also smell Paige's familiar perfume and knew that the AntiDiva was here too.
He didn't care. Right now he just wanted to let his pain out.
"You did good," came the higher-pitched voice of Jake's newest friend Josh.
"Whatever," sobbed Jake, "I sucked ass….he made me look like a fucking rookie jobber."
"You can still wrestle better than Alex Riley," Jack said.
"Think most people can," put in Paige.
Alex had also run his mouth on Jake, saying Jake was as fat as his dad.
Jack had almost throttled him.
Good job Josh wasn't there. Jack knew damn well how Josh hated Alex.
The conversation petered out as footfalls sounded behind Jake.
Josh looked across at Paige and the pair of them stood like bodyguards in front of Jake and Jack, giving evil glowers to the sneering tattooed man stood in front of them.
"I think you've done enough sweetheart, don't you?" Paige snapped.
"C'mon," Corey said, "Quit the bodyguard stuff."
"Oh really?" put in Josh, "I don't think you've got any place to tell us what to do, do you?"
Corey sighed. He was not in the mood for this.
He wanted to talk to Jake without his fucking entourage. He'd hated that he had to have a match with Jake. But he did his job and that was that. Jake was giving him such a hard time out there.
"L-leave it," sobbed Jake, breaking free and standing between Josh and Paige.
"Jake…" Corey began.
"What?" spat Jake, "What do you want me to this time….Matthew?!"
Corey looked affronted.
"Please, not here," he said.
"Why not?" Jake continued, getting right in Corey's face, "Anything you got to say to me, you can say in front my friends you…BASTARD!"
"I didn't hear you complaining all those times you spread those legs!" hit back Corey, "You wanted it just as much as I did! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING THE RAPE BULLSHIT WITH ME!"
"DID YOU EVEN GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY FEELINGS?!" screamed Jake, now scarlet in the face, "Or did you just see me as some vapid circuit boy WHORE who just opens his legs for pricks like you?!"
"I…I..." Corey didn't know what to say. He was fuming. But had no idea what to say to this punk.
"DO I MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?" bellowed Jake, "OR AM I JUST A HOLE YOU CAN SPOOGE IN TO SAVE ON FUCKING A RING RAT?!"
"No….Jesse…." Corey's rage was disappearing.
Was that….remorse showing on his face?
Certainly it wasn't one of his usual range of two emotions. Anger and arrogance.
"ROT…..in FUCKING…..hell!" Jake spat…shaking…voice sounding like he was on the edge.
"Please…don't talk to me like that," Corey said, his voice quiet. Almost pleading.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" screamed Jake, "Yeah, go on LAUGH! You use me to get your rocks off all the time, without ever asking me how I am…how I feel….still I come back for more!"
"You…..what?" Corey asked, trying not to look at the venomous stares from the anti-Diva and the two former announcers. He had to admit…for two shorties and a young girl, they were pretty damn intimidating.
"COULD YOU NOT JUST SHOW ANY KIND OF EMOTION TO ME?!" Jake was asking, eyes streaming, body shaking, "AM I REALLY WORTH NOTHING?!"
"N-no," Corey said, his chest burning. Why was Jake being like this? It was breaking Corey's heart. The hate that flowed out of Jake….was hurting Corey.
And then.
It hit Corey like a total ton of bricks.
He covered his mouth.
He was in love with Jake as well.
Why didn't he see it before? Why else would he go back to him, time and time again? He was attracted to Jake.
When Jake had continued to use Grindr after their first encounter….Corey had been totally jealous and hence tried to stop Jake from using it. Corey didn't want to admit he was...gay…but the thought of Jake bending over for some anonymous, meaningless trick made Corey's blood boil and hackles rise.
He was more than attracted to Jake.
Fuck it….his chest was burning…a dam was bursting inside of him.
He didn't give a fuck any longer.
Jake was a broken man right now.
The sobs that were now emanating from Jake were enough to make Corey's own eyes burn with salty tears…..he wanted to comfort Jake. To stop those wails.
He sniffed.
"I….love you too…Jesse White…" Corey said, voice cracking as his eyes began to stream.
Jake could have collapsed right there.
He howled with anguish.
Jack was in shock.
Josh felt his own eyes prick with tears. He had to get out of here…this was making him realise what he had lost. He dashed away, sensing Corey and Jake needed time alone.
Paige spotted Josh break as well and hurried after him. If she watched two grown men with broken hearts any longer, she'd be on the floor. It was one of the most heart-rending things she'd seen in ages.
"C'mon," whispered Jack.
"Already there." Paige said as they silently left.
Corey and Jake were both sobbing. Corey's inked arms locked tightly around Jake, who was still sobbing into his chest;
"Sssh…please. Sssh…" Corey was murmuring, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry….I won't hurt you anymore baby….sssh please stop crying…."
Jake's howls were breaking his heart.
"I love you Jesse…please," Corey said, "You're making me cry…stop it."
He paused and took Jake's sticky, blotchy face in his hands.
Jake's eyes were bloodshot.
Corey gently placed his salty tear-soaked lips on Jake's.
For the first time.
He was finally expressing how he really felt about this man.
Corey no longer cared.
Jake let out a mournful series of whimpers as he fiercely kissed back, his tongue forcing his way into Corey's mouth.
Corey's tongue was fighting for dominance with Jake's.
Corey broke the kiss and then gently began to kiss the tears still on Jake's cheek…moving to his nose…his other cheek…even Jake's eyes themselves.
Jake just mewled.
"I love you," Corey said again, pausing to wipe his arm across his own streaming eyes.
"L-love you…too…Mattie." Jake said.
Corey gave a small smile. He had to admit…when Jake used his real name…it made him feel warm.
"Love you Jesse."
"Love you Matthew Polinsky."
"Gonna stop crying now?" asked Corey.
Jake let out a small laugh.
He broke the hug.
And then slapped Corey HARD around the face.
Corey cried out and clutched his cheek.
"THAT," Jake erupted, "Was for the pain you put me through when you fucked me and fucked off. Every. Fucking. Time."
"I deserve that and more," Corey said.
"Damn right you do," Jake spat, "But I love you. I don't hurt people I love. Even if they've treated me like shit."
"Please…let me make it up to you," Corey said.
"I should kick your skinny ass to the kerb!" snarled Jake.
"Please….Jesse….let me show you how sorry I am."
Jake thought about for a minute or two. Corey's eyes were still wet. Jake was positive he was being sincere and not just talking Jake into dropping his pants again.
"Okay…" Jake found himself saying.
"Come on then," Corey said, taking Jake's hand and looking back at him.
"Now?" asked Jake.
"Yeah," Corey said, and he smiled. A genuine smile. No trace of his trademark sneer.
"I'm kinda…I need to change…" Jake mumbled, blushing.
"Why?" asked Corey, "You look sexy as you are."
"Do I get a choice?" asked Jake, smiling back.
"Well, put a jacket on," Corey said, "But keep those beautiful legs on show."
Jake blushed again.
What a charmer.
He was smitten.
This was perfect.
Any minute now someone was going to appear and go "Ha-ha PUNK'D!" or he'd wake up and this was all a dream. He made his way back to the locker room, Corey refusing to let go of his hand.
He grabbed his black hoodie and scarpered before Jack or Paige caught him.
"Why the rush?" asked Corey.
"Don't want them giving me twenty questions," Jake said.
He found himself led through the university and back out into the parking lot. Corey arrived at his rental and unlocked it.
"You in a hotel or we going back to Tampa?" asked Jake.
"Take me back to your place," Corey said, opening the passenger door for Jake like a chauffeur.
Jake felt a little silly with his kneepadded and booted legs still on show out here but he climbed into the passenger seat anyway.
Corey climbed in next to him.
"Hey…" Corey said.
"Hi..." Jake replied, nervously laughing.
"Come here," Corey said, taking Jake's head in his hands and softly kissing him. Jake never realised how gentle Corey could be….he was being so...attentive.
Making a special effort to show he was indeed sorry?
The drive to Tampa back from Orlando seemed agonisingly long for Jake, as he stared out of the window.
Eventually they were in the city, and Jake started to give Corey directions to his home, which was not far from Jack and Josh's place.
"I could have driven," he said as Corey placed the car in park.
"Sssh," Corey said, "I wanted to."
"All the same…" Jake said but he couldn't really think of an argument.
He fished his key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the door.
His brain was on autopilot. He was walking straight up the stairs, Corey following him up.
Once he'd entered his room, he turned and clamped his lips roughly onto Corey's before sinking down to lift the custom denim sleeveless jacket away…
Corey put out a hand and stopped him.
"Easy tiger," he said.
Wow.
Corey then gently lifted Jake's head by the chin and slowly connected their lips once more, tenderly and passionately kissing Jake…conveying his feelings the way he knew best…via his mouth.
Jake was the best kisser Corey had ever met….he could quite happily just kiss Jake for hours. All these times they'd fucked…he'd never taken the time to appreciate Jake's beauty or give him more pleasure. Tonight, Corey had one thing on his mind. Make Jake feel special. Treat him like a prince.
He was taking his time.
Really making the most of his beautiful partner.
Jake was a beauty.
Aspiring model? If Corey had his way, Jake would be on every magazine cover in this damn country.
"You're an amazing kisser," Jake breathed as Corey softly broke it.
"Was just about to say you are," replied Corey.
"Let me take this off," moaned Jake, slipping his hands underneath Corey's jacket to get his hands back on that slim, tattooed torso.
Corey was built like a twink, Jake always thought. But he packed ample heat and was too manly to ever spread those hairy legs.
Not that Jake objected. Jake loved being a muscle bottom.
Corey slowly began to unzip Jake's black hoodie….taking his time to nip at the stocky, solid chest and pectorals as he removed the black material from Jake's thickset body…He began to guide Jake onto the bed, climbing on top of Jake….slowly kissing down those abs….pausing at the bulging trunks, the bulge only warping the "itsjakecarter" motif right across those tight black wrestling shorts.
Jake whimpered and thrust up a little.
"T-touch it…please…" he whined.
"Easy..." Corey soothed, his voice taking on a seductive rasp that just went straight to Jake's cock.
Jake reached for his bedside drawer. Poppers. He had to have them.
"Whoa whoa…" rumbled Corey, "Whatcha doin?"
"Poppers…." Jake whimpered.
"No." Corey said, "Let me…let me make you feel good baby."
He crawled up and silenced Jake with a soft kiss before resuming his attentions to Jake's shorts, where a wet spot was now forming.
He slowly pulled at the waist and slipped the tight black Lycra down those muscular thighs, Jake's considerable length springing free.
The scent invading Corey's nostrils was making him all the more horny….Jake's smell. The smell that drove him wild in their encounters and lingered, making him want more every single time. Corey then made light work of the black kneepads, before loosening the white laces and finally removing the shiny bright red boots so Jake was fully naked in front of his eyes.
Wow.
Corey had always tried to make Jake strip fully whenever they met up but it was usually clandestine and rushed…now he could take his time and appreciate….he saw Jake for the beautiful man he really was. What an Adonis.
"Let. Me…undress you…" moaned Jake.
"Sssh," Corey reached over and placed a playful finger on Jake's lips, "You lie there baby. Let me do the work."
He slowly began to shed his denim clothing…then his kneepads from under his torn skinny jeans…along with his black boots and socks, leaving just his boxers.
He then straddled Jake's chest, his bulge now right in front Jake's face.
"Take them off Jesse…please. I need you to," moaned Corey.
Jake was barely on Earth at this point. He did as Corey asked… and that familiar…thick…cock sprang into view…Jake had sucked it and of course felt it inside him numerous times.
And finally….he got to see Corey fully, totally naked.
And what a sight.
Tattoos. Muscles. A lean, slender but powerful build.
And that cock.
Corey then lay down onto Jake and resumed kissing him softly, grinding their cocks together. Oh wow…this felt...incrtedible…sparks were already flying. Corey did not want to cum yet. He wanted to cum inside Jake.
He crawled down…..and soon Jake's hardon was in his face. Jake could only gibber and moan as Corey's hot mouth closed over it.
He moaned loudly….Corey lacked skill and finesse for obvious reasons to give good head, but he wasn't bad…at all.
"Have you…" asked Corey, removing Jake from his mouth, "Got any lube?"
"Drawer," Jake said.
Corey shot him a meaningful smile as he leaned over and pulled the drawer open, taking out the lubricant.
He coated two fingers.
Jake immediately raised his well-trained legs and rested them on his beau's shoulders.
Corey got back between Jake's legs…seeing Jake form this angle….fuck he was gorgeous. Eyes sparkling with lust and need.
They'd never had sex in this position before. Almost always from behind.
Corey began to scissor Jake's tight opening…Jake writhing and whimpering already.
"S-sorry…" Jake moaned, "It feels…just…so good…"
Corey wasn't about to complain. He knew Jake often bit back his cries of pleasure. Here he wanted Jake to be as loud as he wanted. He slowly prepped Jake some more…such a beautiful and smooth muscled ass.
"Have you…any rubbers?" asked Corey, suddenly realising he was getting too ahead.
"Corey…Matthew…" Jake said, reaching out to clutch Corey's arm, "I trust you."
"Wh-what?" asked Corey, "Do you want it?"
Jake nodded.
Right now he wasn't sure of anything more in his life.
He wanted Corey inside him as nature intended.
Corey nervously slicked his cock.
He lined himself up.
Aimed.
And entered Jake bare for the first time. Warmth. Glorious warmth. Jake cried out.
"You OK?" asked Corey.
"Yeah…yeah…don't worry…it just...feels…amazing," Jake said, "More."
Corey pushed inside Jake some more. Jake moaning wantonly. Corey was getting more and more turned on just by the noise coming from his partner.
"All the way in Mattie..." whimpered Jake.
And ooff….Corey felt warm heat tightly squeezing around him…right up to his pelvis. He was deep inside Jake.
"M-move…" whimpered Jake.
Corey slowly began to build a rhythm…softly moving in and out…in an out, Jake mewling and whining.
Jake hadn't had pleasure like this in years….even the best anonymous fucks couldn't make him feel this good.
Corey just fit inside him perfectly…and he was stabbing Jake's prostate in just the right place…Jake was not going to be quiet...he was on his own bed…being made love to by the man he never thought would….
"Oh Jesse…." Moaned Corey.
Jake just mewled.
He was softly pushing his ass back to meet Corey's thrusts, determined to feel this moment…to emboss it on his brain forever…..this was the most intense sex he'd ever had…he wasn't going to last…Jake was whining louder and louder….crying out….screaming…..he could feel it…his legs were numbing….fuses burning inside him…the firecrackers just waiting to go off.
A piercing scream split the air….
Corey was buried deep inside Jake…the larger man's eyes rolled right back, his mouth in a wide O of ecstasy…..as semen exploded up those abs.
Jake had come all by himself….unaided.
Corey had made Jake cum.
Corey was gasping...he was so moved…so lost in pleasure…..Jake wasn't telling him to stop….he kept panting and thrusting…..determined to finish this…..he bellowed loudly as he too came undone…right inside Jake Carter…not wanting to pull out until every last part of him was inside Jake.
"I love you…." Gasped Corey, looking deep into Jake's pale indigo, almost mauve eyes…
A single tear ran down Jake's cheek.
"I love you too….Matthew Polinsky," he wept, his thick arms clutching at the slimmer man still inside him.
Corey just sniffed and planted a passionate kiss on Jake's lips. He gently pulled out of Jake and snuggled alongside.
Jake was gasping for air…his chest rising and falling.
Corey's legs were like jelly but he had enough strength left in him to lift the covers and pull them over his partner and himself.
He reached for Jake's hands and took them both.
"Probably the wrong thing to ask," he said, "But can I stay with you?"
"Yes…oh yes. Yes," gasped Jake, "Forever."
"I won't leave you. Not ever," Corey sniffed, unable to prevent his eyes leaking again, "It's alright…I'm here."
Jake was already falling asleep. Corey had literally fucked him senseless.
Corey pecked Jake on each cheek before making himself comfortable and soon he too, let sleep take over.
Jake awoke early the next morning.
He was aware of a warmth and present spooning him.
Had he dreamed it last night?
He turned around, rubbing his eyes. His ass felt like he'd been given a real good seeing to.
No.
Wait that really was Corey clinging to him, a content smile lifting his unshaven face, his gelled quiff in disarray.
Last night did happen.
Jake and Corey were now officially an item.
It can't just have been for the off-the-scale white hot sex they had last night.
Corey grunted and stirred in his sleep….his eyes fluttering open.
"Morning," Jake said.
Corey rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Morning," he yawned, "Sleep OK, Jesse?"
Jake could get used to this.
Only Corey was now allowed to call him by his actual name. He was still Jake or Jakey to everyone at work.
"Perfect thanks Mattie," he replied.
"No kiss?" asked Corey.
Jake grinned and leaned over to kiss Corey on the lips.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
Silly pillow small talk. Jake didn't care. One of those moments he never thought him and Corey could have.
"Kept waking up," Corey said, "Could feel something…sticking in me."
Oh you naughty boy.
"That why you spooned me?" asked Jake.
Corey slowly crawled his slim, nude form back on top of Jake and began to plant soft kisses on his lips.
"It's OK Mattie…I forgive you," Jake said.
"Sorry isn't enough," Corey said.
Jake was now aware of Corey's morning wood pushing against him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Corey spread his downy legs and began to slowly rub his ass against Jake's hardon.
"I want…." He said, face flushing a little.
Wait.
What now?
Corey was asking…what Jake thought he was asking?
"You want me to….?" He asked.
Corey nodded.
"Punish me," he said, "I've been a dick to you. Make me hurt. Make me your bitch."
"Mattie…no need," Jake said.
"Please," Corey said, "I need you inside me. I want to feel it."
"You've never…"
"Doesn't matter," Corey said, "I know what to do.
He began to needily kiss Jake some more who kissed right back. Jake hadn't topped since well….ever? That's what it felt like. Corey had probably never bottomed in his life.
"Hold on Mattie," Jake said, reaching into his side drawer, and pulling out a brown bottle, "Sniff this. Otherwise you'll hurt yourself.
"I want you to," Corey said, "Hurt me."
"Sniff them," Jake said.
Corey reluctantly took a huge sniff, and felt the rush fly through his senses….oh my….he could feel himself relaxing already. Maybe it was a good idea. He'd made Jake cum via his ass last night. Now Corey wanted to see if Jake could make love to him that way. Could Corey feel as good as he made Jake feel last night?
He rolled off Jake and lay next to him, legs raised.
Jake was surprised. Corey assumed the position pretty easily.
Jake reached for the lube, ignoring Corey's protests.
He was not going to hurt him.
Corey's legs rested on his shoulders.
Jake hoped he could hide his topping inexperience.
He slicked two fingers with lube.
He slowly entered Corey…who cried out at the intrusion. He'd never had fingers in him before.
"Relax…" panted Jake.
"Hurry…" whined Corey.
Jake began to coat his cock liberally with lubricant. He slowly placed Corey's legs back in position. He aimed. Slowly leaned forward. And missed.
"Fuck..." he moaned.
"Jesse…hurry…" Corey moaned. He wanted to hurt. He wanted to feel shamed for the way he treated this sweet and wonderful man for so long. He wanted to be made Jake's bitch.
Jake tried again…and felt tightness engulf the tip.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" screamed Corey.
"Mattie….." Jake whined…
"Oh that hurts…..oh FUCK it hurts….fucking hurts…owwwwww!" Corey cried.
"Hurting is the fun," Jake grinned, pecking Corey's lips and pushing in a bit more, "Feels amazing soon…trust me baby…"
Switching on the morning after. This was the best 24 hours of Jake's life. Having an orgasm like that thanks to Corey was enough to keep him walking on air for six months last night…but for Corey to ask to bottom? Jake's mood will be top for the next six YEARS.
Jake pushed right inside Corey who was cursing and crying out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. A deflowered bottom. Corey would soon be talking in tongues.
Jake tried his best to act like he knew what he was doing….slowly starting to fuck Corey who would not shut up. But he was being touched in places he didn't realise he had. New avenues and openings being explored.
Corey was also frantically fisting his cock.
Jake paused.
"Ah-ah," he said, grinning.
He wanted to give Corey a proper anal orgasm. Like Corey managed (without realising) to give him last night.
He continued to fuck Corey in this steady rhythm.
"Oh! Ooohhh!" moaned Corey, "There! RIGHT THERE!"
That was the cry of a man who'd just had his G-spot found.
Jake could feel it.
He decided to go a bit harder and faster.
Corey was crying out more and more….more wanton…more intense….bolts of lightning shouting up Corey's body from inside his ass….he never knew it could feel this GOOD….oh my….he was gonna cum…..
Corey let out a high pitched howl, so unlike him Jake was sure it had come from outside….as semen erupted over the intricate design inked on Corey's abs.
Corey's legs fell from Jake's shoulders as the tattooed man seemed to melt into the bed.
Jake pulled out. He didn't mind waiting to get his own rocks off.
"You OK?" he asked.
He was surprised when Corey pounced on him, a loud mew sounding from him as he kissed Jake hungrily.
"I…have never felt anything like that..." Corey croaked, voice hoarse, "Jesse…Jesse White…thank you."
"Don't thank me Mattie…sssh…just sex talking," Jake said.
"I have never cum like that…ever…"
"Sssh…" Jake kissed Corey to quieten him.
Corey clung to Jake, burying his stubbly head in the larger man's chest, mind and soul well and truly blown.
Holy HELL. Sorry this was so long. Lots to fit in and this was an important plot point I didn't want to skimp on. Okay the Cody/Josh flashback was a bit long but there are reasons for that and it won't be the last time we look back a few years. Expect a few more before the fic ends.
So Jake and Corey finally settled their differences! Corey was just being a stubborn git floating down that great Egyptian river (de Nile) all this time. And Corey wanted to experience what his man experienced. And lost his ass virginity in the process. And another thing. I'm well aware Corey didnt transmit until January 23rd this year. For the benefits of this fic, that segment was filmed in November and just not used until Corey's push was progressing (cos obviously Jake asked for the match against Corey here LOL)
Hope you liked :) x