Chapter 26

Glad you liked my third update of last week - I did ask myself if that was too many in one week (want to keep to quality, not quantity!). Sorry if I've been quiet recently!

Italics in this chapter below my authors notes = flashbacks!

Josh nervously collected his bag off the conveyor belt and padded into the terminal of Los Angeles International Airport. He had asked for and been granted this weekend off, as it was of course October the 8th tomorrow. Which of course, was his beau's birthday. He knew Mike would be in LA for his birthday and he wanted to surprise him.

After a bit of time organising a rental car, he was on his way to his and Mike's big house. Mike's BMW was on the drive, so he was in. Josh silently whipped out his key and unlocked the door.

Mike had been busy today...doing yet more media work and interviews as the "angry Miz" about his storyline - the work was welcome but he missed being on the road. And he missed Josh like crazy. He hated how he'd been such a dick about Josh's past...all because recently he'd been feeling insecure.

He was just about to fix himself some dinner...oh well he was alone and it was definitely chillout time...he clicked his iPod into the docking system in the corner of the big kitchen and selected a track.

'Boy Crazy' by New Found Glory...that was good enough. He was wiggling his hips and headbanging as he searched his cupboards for pots and pans...what did he fancy tonight?

Josh watched his gorgeous man, softly shaking his beautiful ass in time to the rock tune and singing the lyrics softly to himself.

He silently padded into the kitchen.

"Hello," he purred.

Mike gave a surprised, and most un-manly squeak and jumped about two foot in the air, almost smacking Josh in the mouth with his flailing arms.

"JOSH!" he cried.

"Surprise?" Josh grinned.

"I could have broken your jaw, you dick!" snapped Mike, but his blue eyes sparkled as he took it all in - his man had come home to see him.

"With your girly punches? Not on your life!" grinned Josh.

"Oh shut up," pouted Mike.

"Michael..come here you big dopey ass."

Josh held his arms out and Mike grabbed him in a big bearhug.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." he began, before he could stop himself.

"Michael...no...sssshhh," Josh said, "Forget about it, OK? We'll talk later. What you cooking?"

"Oh nothing much, just seeing what I could fix myself," Mike said, "You been fired or something?"

"No, got this weekend off because isn't it a certain someone's 31st tomorrow?" Josh beamed.

"Oh shut up!" Mike said, an adorable little smile on his face, "It's not fair..it's official now..definitely a thirty-something now."

"Hey...give it a month and i will be as well...only as young as the ass you fuck, right?"

"With your ass, I must only be about seventeen!" Mike smirked, "Oh man...I pity you...that makes you a fat forty something in comparison."

Josh glared at Mike.

"Michael Gregory Mizanin, will you kill whatever is sitting on your shoulder and calling you fat! You are not fat...and even if you carry the odd extra pound...you're perfect. You're built like a man...not a boy. Now come, let's go have a seat, it was a rubbish flight. I'll make us a cocktail."

He led Mike to the sitting room and paded over to their cocktail cabinet. Mike just watched the little man at work as he selected ingredients. He turned around and produced two freshly-shaken Manhattans.

"Cheers...happy birthday for tomorrow, baby," Josh said.

"Cheers."

They took a sip and then sat down on separate chairs...well at first. Mike took a seat on the couch and then Josh padded over and flopped into his lap, making himself quite comfortable.

"And I've been here about ten minutes now...where's my kiss?" Josh asked innocently.

Mike blushed and took Josh's pretty head in his hands. His blue orbs glistened with emotion as he softly touched their lips together for the first time in a while. Josh moaned into the kiss..he missed Mike's sweet-tasting mouth and soft, pouty lips. Especially that cute yet bashful smile Mike always wore after every kiss they shared.

"So..whatcha been up to then?" Josh asked.

"Promo work...Josh why you asking when you follow me on Twitter? Leave the boring work shit alone now...can we forget work, even if it's just for a bit. I missed you, darling."

"You were the one who walked out," Josh said.

Mike was silent for a moment.

"Yeah...I'm a dickhead."

"Mikey...are you sure there's something you're not telling me? Because you've only been really self-conscious recently...and really funny about my past...you seemed so OK with it all not too long ago."

Mike bit his lip. He hated himself for letting his online tormentor get to him like she had - yeah it was a she, and he felt it made him less of a man.

"Has someone been picking on you?" Josh demanded. If Justin STILL hadn't learned his lesson after his humilation...then the git needed his head examined.

Mike nodded.

"If it's fucking Gabriel...if he STILL hasn't shut his nasty motuh after THAT...there's gonna be bloodshed on the next Superstars or Smackdown."

"It's not Gabriel," Mike said quietly, "My Twitter private messages inbox..always gets spammed with the same shit."

"Saying what?"

"Stuff like oh you're gonna die single, you fat shit, and I can't imagine what Josh must see in you...no wonder Stephanie wanted you off-screen - looking a bit porky recently, aren't we, Big Fat Mike?"

Josh felt rage bubbling up inside him. Who the fuck was this? Probably Heath.

"Mikey...who's been saying this?"

"Promise me you won't laugh?"

"Who? Just tell me, Mikey. If it saves our relationship, then please tell me everything."

"Rosa."

Josh exhaled sharply. He was expecting that from Heath. Fucking Rosa! He always forgot about that nasty little bitch...well apart from when she got JTG to concuss him by causing his moonsault botch.

"I'll kill her.." Josh snarled, with real power behind his words. Mike sensed the murderousness in Josh's tone.

"Josh...it's fine..I just need to get my balls out of her fuckin; purse!" he spat.

"Baby...I don't care who it is...regardless of being a boy or girl, a bully needs their fucking head kicked in," Josh spat, "Did you hear what we did to Justin?"

"Alex told me bits of it, and I saw the photos," Mike said, "I heard you jerked him off?"

"Yeah I did...so we could film the evidence that he was a fucking prejacker," Josh said with relish, "Took him just ten seconds. I have no qualms with doling the same shit out to Rosa."

"Baby...if you start picking on Divas you'll be released!" Mike said, "Can we change the subject please?"

"Course."

But Josh was NOT done with this. Not by a long shot. He sipped his Manhattan.

"Michael..." he said, "I forgive you. I love you. Just as you are."

Mike sighed before taking a large gulp of his cocktail, wincing at the kick of the bourbon in it.

"I love you...and I worry that I'll lose you," he confessed, "I always think that I'm never gonna satisfy you."

"Why?" asked Josh.

"Because you've been with so many fuckin' guys!" Mike said.

"Mikey, you sell yourself so short...not only are you the most amazing guy I have ever been with...sexy, funny, SO talented in the ring...and make me feel like a fuckin' prince..you're so good in bed I have never screamed so much in my life...I don't do it for show or to make you feel better, you make me cum like a fucking train...every scream you've ever heard is real. You have no idea what else I want you to do me...what I've fantasized about."

Mike's sweatpants were tenting already.

"Tell me...Joshua," he puirred, "Tell me what you'd like from me."

"Well..." Josh slipped off the couch and onto the carpet, sinking to his knees, "It's been a while since I've had this in my mouth. Could you be a darling and remind me how hot you taste?"

Josh lay awake in his and Mike's hotel room the morning of November the first, still happily recollecting that lovely weekend...it had been too perfect. Them. Together. In their (Mike's) home. Well apart from spending the day itself in LA with Maryse...Josh had taken Mike back home and cooked a sumptuous meal for him..waiting on him hand and foot. Spoiling him.

Anyway. The little man fixed his eyes fondly on the softly snoozing older man beside him...Mike looked so innocent when he slept. Last night had been hilarious with the Muppets and a lot more fun than he thought.

Josh got a naughty little smile on his face and crawled under the covers, Mike's intoxicating yet intimate scent filling his nostrils. He gently spread the powerful yet silky-smooth legs and his experienced mouth found Mike's morning wood. Mike mewed in his sleep, wriggling slightly before his blue eyes snapped open, along with his mouth. He began to buck his hips into the soft, warm mouth, hitting the back of Josh's throat. Josh had no gag reflex..which was why he was awesome at giving head.

Mike made to grab Josh's head as his body tensed...threatening to come undone, but Josh, with a mischeivous glint in his eyes, sucked harder than ever, his small paws holding Mike's hips in place...head bobbing.

"OH FUCK!" gasped Mike, as he came good and hard, Josh hungrily gulping down every drop his lover offered up to him.

"Morning," Josh said simply, licking his lips wantonly.

"Naughty," Mike grinned back, "Come..come."

He held his arms open. Josh crawled upwards and snuggled up close, mewing happily.

"Wanna stay here for ever and ever," he said, eyes wide and looking adorable.

"Baby you know you gotta get your hot little ass moving," Mike said, "Smackdown tonight."

"Awww...Mikeeeyy!" whined Josh, "Five more minutes..please. Anyway...I got a little problem."

He thrust his erection against Mike's hip.

"Later, come on," Mike said, lightly swatting Josh's beautiful soft bottom.

"You're mean, Michael." Josh whined, wriggling out of his beau's grip. Mike shamelessly ogling the younger man's gorgeous inked body as he padded about the hotel room, so carefree. In a (non-pervy) way he reminded Mike of a young boy. The more time had passed since his birthday, the more Mike realised what a pig-head he'd been about Josh's past. So what if he'd slept around? Now he was all Mike's. Hopefully forever...

A knock came on the door, startling both boys.

"Who the fuck's that?" hissed Mike.

"Get up you lazy bitches, double breakfast date, NOW!"

Cody. Who else.

"Coddles...fuck off," Josh replied.

"Why? You sat on Michael's dick getting some Miz Jizz inside you?"

Mike snorted. One thing he missed about his time away from Josh was Cody...Ted might get miffed with Cody's inappropiate behaviour at times but Mike thought Cody was hilarious...even the time he'd caught him spying on Josh having some alone time in the locker room...the pre-Josh Mike would have socked Cody into next week.

Mike had grown to realise that Cody was part of the deal when it came to Josh - the two men were closer than most brothers were and where there was one, the other was never too far away.

"Come on trouble, stop being a pain in the ass and let them alone," Ted said, who was in a surprisingly good mood this morning.

"Teddy...my Joshy," pouted Cody, attempting massive puppy-dog eyes. Ted wasn't falling for it.

"Great guy Josh may be, but maybe I don't want to always share you with him...sometimes I just want my Coddles all to myself," he said...forgetting to puke at his uncharacteristic sappiness.

Cody's big smile practically split his handsome face...he LOVED it when Teddy got all romantic. Ever since Vengeance Ted had changed noticeably...he was less uptight, and more open with how he felt about Cody when they were out and about...he even held the younger man's hand as they walked around a grocery store the other day. And the Superstars match in Mexico...wow. Cody didn't think he would be able to walk the next day! And he did the moonsault purely to show off to Teddy...and because it drove him wild to see that elegant body fly like that.

"Of course...all yours Teddy!" Cody beamed, adjusting his red Triforce-patterned tee and padding over into Ted's open arms.

"Oh blech blech...must you?" came a rumble.

A sleepy-looking Randy Orton was pulling his sports bag out of a room just down the corridor.

"Morning Randal..heavy night?" trilled Cody.

"How do you deal with a frisky Cena? I've seen that guy once he's on the vodka...all over you like a rash!" drawled Ted.

"Well look lively, Randal, we got a street fight to rehearse later," Cody said. They'd already been told about their match tonight unlike the rest due to appear on the blue show.

"Talk later when I've had some coffee," groaned Randy, "Laters Codeman."

Cody waved back before turning his attention to his southern beau. However Josh and Mike chose that moment to emerge from their room, fully dressed.

"Get a fucking room," Josh said.

Cody grinned at the sight of his best friend and padded over, their arms almost instantly linking. As part of losing the two-moonsault wager from Vengeance, Josh was also buying Cody's breakfast for a month.

"How you doin' today, Miz?" Ted said, as he and Mike trailed behind their bubbly boyfriends, Cody going on about something to do with Marvel comics to Josh.

"Yeah, same as ever, you got another of your tailgate parties to look forward to?" Mike said.

"Dunno...will find out when we get there I suppose." Ted said, "Hey just for the record, if I've appeared a miserable ass in the past, I'm sorry."

"Hey...I never noticed," Mike said, "He must be hard work!"

"Yeah he is...sometimes it is like being with a ten year old," Ted said, "And other times it's like having a 110 pound scene twink around...but do you know what..Cody is who he is...he doesn't care as long as he's happy...and he makes me so happy too...fuck I'm goin' soft."

"You are, DiBiase, you certainly are," drawled Mike, "Bottoming makes you into a right lil' woman."

Ted flushed.

"When he did those moonsaults at Vengeance...I was such a Rhodes fanboy it wasn;t even funny!" the blonde confessed, "I was watching it with Danielson in the locker room...and I squeed...fucking Bryan hasn't shut up. I'm never gonna live it down. I'm gonna do Movember, need to regain my manhood some how."

"Coddles...were you aware of this?" Mike said loudly, causing Cody to stop gushing to Josh for a moment and turn to look at him.

"Yeah...you don't know HOW many times I've tried talking him out of it," he sighed, "It'll be like kissing a nailbrush!"

"I think you'd suit a moustache Teddy," Josh said, "He'll really look like his dad then!"

"Teddy...if you're going to burden me with barber's rash for the next 30 days, please refrain from wearing those fucking visors all the time?" Cody grinned.

"Aw hell no!" Ted said, "Coddles, much as I love you, you will leave my visors alone thank you very much."

"Teddy...all those tips I gave you to be dashing and you just throw it all down the shitter?" sighed Cody.

"See what I have to deal with?" Ted said in mock despair.

Cody poked his tongue out at him.

Josh was in the ring with Tyson Kidd, preparing for their match later on tonight's Superstars. He was really getting a kick out of this - Tyson really worked him hard, and made him look great as well - the hallmark of being the last to be trained in the legendary Hart dungeon. Surprisingly, Josh was booked to win, but it had to be by an upset and he had to escape the Sharpshooter at some point. So far this was all he had been working on...well escaping it convincingly!

And Cody and Ted's heckling from the announcer's table didn't help either. The brunette got to his feet and padded over.

"I'm getting bored...have a proper match," he declared.

"Coddles...I'm beat," Josh groaned.

"Hey Mathews, remember, don't keep admitting defeat!" Tyson admonished him, "Agree with Codeman - wanna be the referee? One fall to a finish?"

"Sounds good, ring the bell if you please, Teddy," Cody said, waving madly like refs did.

Ted reached over from his open magazine and hit the bell with the pen he was holding.

Tyson and Josh began to scrap. It was a far more technical match-up than Josh's previous ones, with lots of holds and escaping. He whipped Tyson into the ropes but was taken down by a nasty dropkick. More and more they scrapped, until Josh found himself on his back and before he could kick the crew-cutted man away, his legs were being crossed over into that hold...Josh had an idea. He heaved his legs and managed to trip Tyson's foot, loosening his grip and breaking the hold.

The crowd marked out during the match when Josh tried it again. Tyson sold the trip, falling flat on his face as Josh crawled away, rolling his body around and dragging himself to his feet.

Tyson heaved himself up and ran at Josh, who this time was ready and floored the younger man with a dropkick. He went to cover but Tyson kicked out. He raised Kidd up and set him up for a suplex...which was easily countered and Josh was thrown hard onto his back.

They scrapped for a little longer, Tyson not holding back at all...barely giving Josh any time to counter and letting the little man use his own wiles to try and better him. Tyson whipped him into a corner but he grabbed the top rope and leapt up as Tyson ran at him - so he crashed into the corner. Josh grabbed Tyson's head and quyickly took him down with a neckbreaker before climbing to the top rope.

"Oooh, Josh Mathews thinking high risk.."

He could hear Jack Korpela from over here! Tyson struggled to his feet...but this didn't faze Josh one bit. He leapt as high as he dared and managed to hit Tyson dead-on with another beautiful moonsault attack, the momentum sending both men to the mat. Josh bounced off Tyson's chest at the impact. He scrambled back over and hooked Tyson's leg. 1, 2, 3...yes...and the audience screamed their approval as 'Nasty Girl' reverberated around the arena. Josh had decided to keep Layla's old theme as his own now! Plus it was a little tribute to his absent best friend!

He raised his fist in triumph as he made his way up the ramp. Okay it was a mid-card Superstars match but still he was proud of himself. Unfortunately he didn't see the figure lying in wait and as soon as he was backstage, a vicious blow hit him in the back of the head.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" screamed his attacker as he threw Josh hard into the wall. The little man bounced off and fell to the floor, busting his lip open. The attacker knelt down beside Josh and yanked his head up hard by the hair. And Josh found himself staring into the face of a livid Justin Gabriel.

"You stole my fucking match...this was supposed to be MY match, not yours...but of course...when you fuck the Miz you get what you want. You think you're it now...after what you and your little bitches did to me..."

"Fuck..off.." gasped Josh, trying to elbow Justin away but failing.

"I'm not done with you Mathews, not by a long shot." Justin snarled. He pushed Josh into the wall and held him in place by his knees. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his admittedly sexy cafe au-lait coloured thighs, followed by his boxers. His erection sprang free. He forced his length into Josh's bleeding mouth...Josh gagged and coughed at the intrustion...but Justin was too strong.

"Suck it, go on, show us all the real reason you lasted ten years after losing Tough Enough," Justin groaned, "Yeah go on...suck me good...all you're worth. Aww...Miz is not gonna be happy is he? You never could resist the first bit of dick that came your way...wonder how slack your hole is now?"

He pulled his cock out of Josh's mouth, the little brunette purple in the face and gasping for air. Justin hit Josh in the cheek with his dick...anything to humiliate his mortal enemy. Justin raised Josh to his feet before throwing him hard to the unforgiving granite floor again. Josh cried out and a sharp pain jolted through his head. Justin threw his jeans and boxers down to his ankles before kneeling over Josh's stripy silver and black kickpad-covered legs (he'd worn another of Maryse's old attires tonight - Maryse had told him he was welcome to all her old clothes now she was no longer a wrestler!), holding Josh down.

"No...please.." gasped Josh, realising what Justin had in mind.

"Aww...I thought you liked being held down wearing barely anything?" mocked Justin as his hands caressed Josh's beautiful ass, barely covered by the silver-studded black shorts that looked more like hotpants on Josh. Justin hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled the shorts down, revealing those delicious cheeks. Despite his hatred for the small man, Justin always though Josh's ass was to die for. About the only thing the poisonous little bitch was good for really.

"I was going to spit and spare you some dignity," Justin sneered, a truly evil smile lifting his goatee'd face now, "But I bet your hole is so loose you don't need any prep."

And he took aim.

"NO! NO!" Josh cried out.

"SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS WHORE!" screamed Justin, grabbign Josh's head and smacking it against the floor again, silencing him. He lined himself up...and entered Josh before the small man could fight him off again.

Josh's agonized scream reverberated around the walls of the corridor.

Oh God...I went there! The crack!fic route. Mind you with Cody's playful queeniness and Josh being the biggest slut in the WWE already made it thus. Oh well it's fiction.

Justin was never going to take his humilation lying down...he's finally showing he's more than a mouthy shit...will anyone stop him in time? :O

Sorry about the LATE update by the way, and it is a bit shorter than previous parts.

Can't wait to hear your thoughts! xxx