The music of the city.

The sounds and the lights.

None of this fascinated him, captured and held his attention, his heart like the hat, the fringe and tassels.

'Do you think I look like a male stripper?'

'Yes. Even though you're bothered by nudity on others, I hope you never feel bad about your own body. That and your face, absolutely gorgeous! I'm envious.'

Two different shades of brown as their fingers touched. 'Your sense of humor! I'm very plain.'

'Not plain, ordinary or dull. Beautiful and wonderful in my eyes.' Johnny paused, played with his hair awkwardly a moment, nervous enough to chew his lower lip. 'Skip thinks so as well.'

'Boring everyday me being fought over by two! I'm flattered.'

'Yet you're frowning.'

'The threats upset me.'

'He THREATENED you?! I'll-'

'No.' the palm closed over the mouth, bringing silence into the room, creating huge eyes and bright pink on the face. 'I don't want you jumping in and getting harmed.'

'What did he say?'

'That if I didn't become his, he'd beat you every chance he got until I allowed him to...to...'

'Don't give in to his bullying. I'm a wrestler, I'm USED to being thrown around and sore. I'd rather him run me down with a trailer truck than him forcing himself on you.' Another concerned pause, more hair tousling. 'If you WANT to be with him instead, however, I'm not going to try to run your life.'

'You want me to be happy.'

'Yes. And if that makes me 'less of a man' I don't care.'

'I'm happy.' Now Jinder paused, a lengthy one, heartstopping. 'And I'm closer to ready.'

'You're sure?'

Soft touch, fingers in his lap made him buck, hips flying upward.

'That counts as yes?'

JCurtis managed to smile, head spinning, crotch semi solid. 'It does.'

Lying back on sheets, smooth and white, the exploration began, mouth to mouth, lips to throat, down chest, back up spattering the face, earlobes, to chest again, tongue gentle over nipples, warm butterfly wings, sticky trail of saliva, tiny pinch of teeth, down the road of abs, slow slide down the belly, inside the legs, feet and toes and halted by a gasp.

'I'd better stop. You're not ready and I might overdo it.'

'It's scary and exciting. Do continue, please.'

'You want-'

Only a nod as it was hard to speak in the sudden humidity of the room, bodies over heating and wet, rainforest skin.

Floppy Justin-twin hair fell over the space between the legs and Jinder arched up, eased into the pull.

Suction and friction joined the moans, a group of delighted sounds.

'I have to...do you mind if I?'

'Please go ahead, you need this too.'

Jinder surprised them both when he grasped and rubbed, penis between both palms, definitely not looking at the nudity he shied from and felt the gush of the dancer's liquid on his hands.

Another shock when he licked his fingers dry.

Johnny rose back up, face to face, smiled, wiped his chin, dropped his face into chest and breathed once more, relaxed.

''I should've held out, not squirted on you. It's humiliating.'

'Being fast doesn't bother me. I'm new to this, not judging you.'

'Still-' Pink color on the ears. 'Premature is not something I'm proud of.'

''Nothing to worry about, my boyfriend.'

'Am I? That's the highest honor any man could want, any female either, being with you.'

Jinder chuckled. 'Yes, I've lost count at the women who are my boyfriends.'

JCurtis furrowed his brow in dismay, then baffled, then smile forming at the humor.

'Will you keep the hat?'

'Only if you wear it next time.'

Hot-lanta and wade only felt room temp at most.

Jinder's wig had fallen in the first few minutes, Drew's eventually after.

But not the fool he called his darling, no, this twit git had GLUED the damn thing on, blond and messy, with mega hold glue.

And now it was stuck.

Cold water, warm, hot, nothing worked.

'This is unbelievable, the things you get us into.'

''Trouble?'

'Preposterous incidents.'

'It's not like I MEANT to!'

'You did, you wretched scoundrel. Stay still, I'm going to pull again.'

'YOUCH!'

Wig and mesh cap beneath half on and half off, one fussy Brit and one scalp sore frowning dimbulb American sitting in the floor, bedside.

'I give up. Maybe when it dies, it'll fall off.'

Heath made a pouty childish face, tongue stuck out for the perfect 'Pppfft!' noise and a smile appeared when Wade placed a kiss on the tip of it, pink and bumpy from tastebuds.

'I'll soak it again.'

'No, let it rest. Wait here, Bird. I've work to do.'

'Cody's in the mood?'

'I wouldn't know anything that person does.'

A massive squishy marshmallow of a hug, pure Ginger sweetness along with the greatest goofy smile to reward him and from that, Wade and his genitals had no thoughts of Cody whatsoever, not when this delight waited for them, loyal, loving and all around decent.

Two knocks became five, eight.

'What?'

'You owe me, muppet.'

Miz sighed and scowled, his pouting face DID resemble a foam puppet.

'Yeah, yeah, so you won a bet...THIS time. How much?'

'One dollar.'

'That's all?! There's a catch. what's the catch?'

'Good that you're wise enough not to trust me. The extra is to never call him any insulting names again, especially not Sperm Dumpster.'

'Still pissed I had him first, hmmm?'

'But YOU didn't. I did. Now promise.'

'I pr-'

'Hands where I can see them.'

'I promise.' Miz lied as he spoke, face aching from the massive fake innocent grin.

'Good for you.'

Pat on the face as if he were a child.

Miz glared at the back, strolling away from him.

'Jerk.' he glared. 'I'll call him anything damn thing I want.'

The arena parking lot, over half empty, barely any fans braving the downpours and gusts to seek autographs and pictures.

The group of sheep baaaed nervously, scared of the storm's approach.

He sat on the truck's hood, waiting to see one man, ready to cause some damage.

The splinter of lightning in the sky, distant yet close enough lit up his face to show anger in his eyes.

And the twisted crazy smile upon his lips.