A/N: Smut warning! Watching WrestleMania right now too...damn it those Shield boys looked absolutely fantastic! Seth and Roman were both showing more skin than usual...very nice. I even dug the masks they came through the crowd with. The match could have been a little longer though, but I'm still happy with it.

Back to the story, remember, there's some smut in this chapter

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Jon glanced to his right, seeing Peyton curled up in her seat beside him sleeping. Her dark hair falling over her face, how she slept like that he'd never know. When his hair was longer and would get in his face it drove him crazy. Not her, she always slept with her hair falling wherever it may. Her hair always tickled his face when he was sleeping behind her, there's no way with it laying over hers like that, that it wasn't tickling. Reaching over, he hooked one long index finger beneath her hair and pushed it back from her face then let his hand fall back to rest on the gear shifter in the floor board between them.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he pulled it out, smiling at the name, "What's up?" He listened as one of his closest friends, Sam Johnston, rambled on. Jon and Sami came up together in CZW. Having grown up an only child, Jon had no family to lean on for support. He'd always done everything on his own. When he met Sami the two had an instant connection. He took Sami under his wing and considered him to be his family, a younger brother. When Jon got called up to FCW, WWE's developmental, his one and only regret was leaving Sami behind.

Alone, Jon tore through the Indy's. Winning "more belts than I have pants" he often said. But together, as Jon Moxley and Sami Callihan of the Switchblade Conspiracy, the duo was incredible. They complimented each other fantastically. Both quirky and random and could talk for hours, or not talk at all and just sit watching their surroundings. In the ring, they were dynamite. When Jon heard rumblings that Sami may be getting the call to the rechristened FCW, NXT, he was thrilled, and more so even when Sami called talking a thousand miles a minute about how he just signed his developmental contract.

"So man, you have to come hang sometime."

Jon hated to admit it, but he didn't like going back to Florida. It was conceited and arrogant and he knew it, but he wasn't in developmental anymore. He didn't need the constant reminder. Developmental was everywhere you turned in Florida, constant reminders. He was past that. Shifting in his seat, he moved his phone to rest on his shoulder, holding it in place tilting his head to the side and rested left hand on the steering wheel, and right hand moving to Peyton's knee when she stirred in her sleep. "Actually, I've got tomorrow and the next day off."

"Hell yeah. Bring your ass. Come slum it with us little people for a few days then."

"I'll let ya know when I land." His eyes shifted back to Peyton who was stretching in her seat, having just woken up. "Just gotta check on something first."

Peyton looked out the window, seeing the signs for the airport ahead. "That was Sami." Jon explained, taking the next exit. Peyton nodded, "How's he doing?"

"Good. He wants me to come visit for a few days."

"Sounds like fun, you should go." Peyton said through a yawn.

"I was actually thinking about flying down tonight instead of going back to Vegas." Jon steered the car in to the parking garage for the rental car dealership.

"Stalking me again." Peyton tutted, shaking her head and smiling.

Josie sat up, taking a few seconds to regain her bearings and realize where she was. The cabin of the bus was pitch black, making it next to impossible to see. The door to the back room slid open, light filtering into the cabin. Josie flinched at the sudden intrusion of light into the dark room. "You need something?" Randy stood in the small hallway, seeing Josie awake on the couch and staring into space in his general direction, but not necessarily at him.

"Huh?" Josie was startled, not realizing he was standing there, her still sleepy eyes unfocused.

"Do you," he leaned his long body against the wall of the hallway, taking up a majority of the small space, "need something?"

"No," Josie shook her head, "I'm good. Thanks. Actually, is there water in the fridge?"

He nodded and reached into the small refrigerator, grabbing a bottle and handing it out to her, "Thirsty?" The smirk Josie had mentally dubbed every girl's panties worst nightmare tugged at his lips.

"Absolutely parched." She reached out, grabbing for the water bottle, rolling her eyes when he jerked it out of her reach. "Juvenile."

"Horny."

"What?" Josie yelled, surprised. Had he caught her looking at him? Had he seen her lick her lips when her eyes travelled down his torso to those delicious abs? Worse, had he still been sitting out here when she started dreaming earlier? Had she moaned in her sleep? Touched herself? Had he sat and watched? "I am not horny." She stated, not sounding as certain as she would have liked.

"I wasn't really referring to you, more so as correcting you. I'm not juvenile. But, if that weak ass denial is any indication, then if the shoe fits…"

"Shut up. Seriously. Does the sound of your own voice turn you on, because you sure talk a hell of a lot?" Josie stood up, stepping past him to go to the bathroom. Sliding the door closed behind her, she leaned over the sink, splashing water on her face and staring at her reflection. Her face was flushed, pink tinting her cheeks, her long auburn curls hanging wild around her face, hazel eyes blood shot from sleep.

Randy never moved, watching as she slid the door back open to exit the bathroom. "Feel better? Get a little over heated did ya?"

Josie moved to slap at him, in no mood for his bull shit. She just wanted to get back to sleep. The easiest thing for her to smack was his shoulder. Before her palm connected with his flesh he grabbed her hand, "Warning little girl," his blue eyes going icy, "I do two things really well. Fight and fuck. So before you slap at me again, you better damn well mean it." Josie fought off the shiver threatening to run down her spine and returned his stare, hoping he could see the annoyance and not the sudden surge of lust she was feeling. She grabbed the water bottle from him and took a long drink. "Are you always such a dick? No wonder Peyton picked Jon."

Josie watched Randy's jaw twitch, his fingers shooting out and wrapping around her arm. He was reeling from her words, a verbal slap that stung far worse than any physical one could have. She stared back at him, unable to move, his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt. "You'll never be her." He spat out, "You'll never be as good as her. You can look up to her all you want, but you'll never be anywhere close to her. You'll never look as good as her." He trailed a finger down her face and along her jaw, tangling her hair around his fingers, "You'll never move like her." He wedged a thigh between her legs, "You'll never smell as good as her." Lifting a handful of her hair, he inhaled, smiling down at her, "You'll never taste as good as her." Josie let a small sigh slip from her mouth when he licked down her neck. Furious at his words, but feeling the heat pool between her thighs. "You damn sure won't ever take my dick as good as her." He lifted her up onto the small counter, rotating his hips against her, letting her feel him.

She heard more than felt the slap when the flesh of her palm connected with his cheek. Randy's head jerked to the side before slowly turning back, eyes locking on her. Josie had no idea where this girl came from or why she was insisting on challenging Randy. He'd warned her, made it perfectly clear she shouldn't try to hit him without fear of repercussions. The heat from the lust radiating through her body had clearly boiled her brain and turned it to mush. "I love proving people wrong."

"You'll always just be second best, Josie." He tugged her hair, hard.

"It must kill you," she ground out through clenched teeth, "to know Jon's just that much better than you. To know you'll never be as good as him. He's an indy God with legions of fans and now he's taken over the WWE and threatened your spot." She winced slightly as his grip in her hair tightened.

"Watch it little girl." He growled against her ear.

"He can talk circles around you. In and out of the ring. He's a far better wrestler than you could ever dream of being. And, he did it all on his own, no help from his daddy." He jerked on her hair again, causing her head to tap against the cabinets.

"You're about to pass the point of no return." He was pressing hard against her.

"And from the look on Peyton's face when he drags his hand across her back and grabs her hip…you've seen it. I know you have. The look she gets that just eats you alive, that look tells me one thing." She paused, cutting her eyes to him, "That he's a much better fuck than you are."

In seconds Josie was yanked off the counter and spun around. He shorts were on the floor at her feet. Randy's hand left her hair and was pushing on her lower back, bending her over the counter. She gripped the counter top, feeling him power in to her, filling her. "Oh God. Fuck!" Randy gripped her hips, hard, fingers digging in to her flesh so tight she knew there would be bruises later. He pulled her back against him, slamming in to her hard. Powerful. Dominating. Her head repeatedly making contact with the wall in front of them. Both hands left her hips and slid up her back, one tangling in her hair to jerk her up and back against his chest. The other moved around to her chest and wrapped around her neck, gripping slightly. Josie slapped at the cabinets, grabbing at anything she could reach, her hands finally setting on her breasts, rolling her taut peaks between her fingers as her orgasm ripped through her body, his name leaving her mouth in a whine she'd never heard come from her mouth. She felt him push in to her again before pulling himself from her when his own orgasm rocketed over him, pumping his seed on to her lower back.

Josie bolted up from her dream, looking around the cabin, her hazel eyes landing on Randy who was watching her with mild amusement. "You ok?"

She nodded silently.

"Bad dream?" He asked.

"You could say that."

"I think we got about two hours before we're at the airport. I'm going to get some sleep before hand. Just, make yourself at home I guess." Randy stood and went to the back room, smiling once his door was shut. "Bad dream my ass." He was an expert on women and those whimpers and moans coming from her while she slept were not out of fear or worry. Just hearing those sounds emanating from her body made his dick hard. He'd be damned if he jerked off though. Randy Orton did not jerk off. Not so long as there were willing ready and able women around. But, he was stuck on a bus for the next two hours. Ripping his shirt over his head, he threw it as hard as he could at the door leading to the main cabin. "Bitch." He mumbled, stretching out across the bed.

Josie fell back against the couch, she'd never actually came just from a dream before. Sighing and running a hand through her sweat dampened hair, she couldn't wait to get off this bus and far, far away from Randy Orton. She needed fresh air, a shower, and judging by that dream a good fucking by something that didn't run on batteries. Jumping slightly, she stared at the door separating her and Randy when something hit it. Judging by the sound it was something soft, probably an article of clothing. "Dick." She extended her middle finger toward his door.