Chapter 28
Well. I said I wouldn't. But I have. This is an update! Previous chapter is 26 and 27 merged (the Xmas chapters set at Takeover Revolution and the Christmas party I listed as separate entities but part of the story) as it was so long. Lots has happened since then, 2 PPVs and one NXT special. Randal returned, Seth was an idiot (I haven't used that but I made up my own Ambrollins version where Seth did get hacked!) I did the Josh/Cody one-shot because I couldn't move for Coddles feels after Fast Lane. You don't have to read that fic to get this chapter but it may help as we had Cesaro stuff and mentions of the Seth scandal. I'll recap it here anyway.
Raw, Nashville, TN
Cesaro was sulking backstage. He was conflicted as hell. As Cody and Paige had successfully deduced last night (and made his life a living hell in the process), he had developed a major crush on his tag partner, Tyson Kidd. Even with the constant video packages hyping Sheamus' return. He couldn't help it. He and Tyson had such a good working relationship, and plus, the Swiss hated himself for it, the Calgary native was major forbidden fruit. Married to a beautiful blonde third generation Diva who was also their valet.
He rested his long legs on a steel chair.
Last night he'd gotten into a fight with Cody. And then Miz had decided to stick the boot in by taunting that Cesaro was officially a loser because the plastics had shut him out. But the Swiss, ever on the ball, clapped right back at him by telling him pot meet kettle.
John Cena walked in at that point.
"Sup SuperSwiss," the big hulk grinned.
Cesaro nodded gruffly.
"What's up with you?" asked John.
Cesaro sighed. SHould he talk to someone about it? Yeah, why not?
"I haff a problem," he sighed.
"Sounds serious. EVerything OK?" asked John, "Nothing';s happened with Sheamus has it?"
"Uh-uh."
John pulled up another steel chair beside him.
"You've got the hots for someone else haven't you?" he observed. It was written all over the big Swiss' face.
Cesaro huffed. The big hulk was just too good at this.
"Bingo."
"Let me guess," John said, "One of my fellow Total Divas cast members, plays a cocky-ass heel way too well, and your tag partner?"
Cesaro went scarlet.
"Man, you can't. Not even for a second. He's married! His wife is your valet."
"I know...but...I can't help it. All that touchy-feely stuff, it's real. We've just gotten so close.."
"Most of the guys backstage can see that...you act like a pissed off other woman," John smiled, "I won't be surprised if it's you versus Nat in an Intergender soon."
"I don't vant to hurt her, she's so nice...but I can't stop thinking about TJ."
"It's cos Sheamus has been away for so long that you're just itching to get laid," John remarked, "When we were in Orlando the other week, why didn't you go see him?"
"TJ and NAt wanted us to do extra training, plus we were out with Jimmy, Jey and Trinity for lunch.."
"No excuse. You had a golden oppertunity to sort your shit out and you blew it. I bet you didn't even bother making any effort did ya?"
"Fuck you Cena."
He flew to his feet and stared the hulk down.
"I wouldn't if I were you," John warned.
"Vye? You gonna get me buried again? Don't take it out on me cos you can't put anyone over clean."
Now John got in HIS face.
"I suggest you button it before I do something I regret. You only just won that gold. Don't want to lose it again do you?"
John saw the Swiss as a friend but he didn't appreciate being started on like this. Thank God Randy was topping up his tan at the moment otherwise this would get U.G.L.Y. Cesaro wouldn't want a Randy bitch slap.
Cesaro just snorted.
John softened a little.
"Lashing out isn't the answer," he sighed after a pregnant pause, "Just...I dunno. You can't just get him into bed because you'll be wrecking a marriage."
"I've had a few married men in ze past," shrugged Cesaro.
"So did I when I was young and horny," John said, "It's not a good look, man. Look, ever wanna talk about it, I'm here, OK?"
"Thanks," Cesaro said, though he wasn't feeling any better about it. He watched John walk away and sat back down with a sigh.
"Hey man," came a voice. Oh GOD. If the Swiss wasn't feeling worse before, he was now.
"Oh hi TJ," Cesaro said.
"You look jumpy," remarked Tyson.
"Miss Stephen," lied Cesaro. Damn Tyson's vest was extra tight. And those workout shorts clung to his pert ass. He was SO hot. Cesaro had already had fantasies about them fucking. Both bending Tyson over and taking his ass virginity, as well as making Tyson fuck HIM. He'd top and bottom for that Canadian hottie in a flash. He'd seen the bulge in Tyson's shorts. Fact.
"Aw man that's gotta be tough," Tyson said, "I mean, I don't understand this being with guys stuff but hey it makes ya happy."
"Your wife is beautiful so you vouldn't," Cesaro said, "You're handsome too. I see it online. THe boys and girls are noticing you now."
A small smile lifted his face. Dear God, he was a mess.
"Don't I know it," sighed Tyson, "Corey Graves tried it on with me on Monday before Raw last week."
"He'd hump the leg of a baggage cart," Cesaro snarked, fuming. Oh no. He was the only guy allowed to lust after this talented and hot forbidden fruit.
Tyson snorted.
"He was damn lucky Nat wasn';t there," he said.
"Has it really not tempted you... being with another guy?" asked Cesaro.
Yes. He was obvious. He mentally slapped himself.
"Whoa...you better not be hitting on me man or there'll be trouble," warned Tyson. He was half-amused, half scared.
Cesaro smirked to hide the slash across his chest. That hurt.
"I'm only teasing," he said, "You're too small anyway."
"HEY! You cheeky bastard. My wife has never complained!"
Cesaro ruffled his hair. So soft. He could still touch him at least.
"And quit that," Tyson snapped, "Seriously. I'm cool with gay guys and all that but don't try any of that shit on me. I'm married."
"Sorry! Didn't realise you were uptight," Cesaro teased.
This was going downhill fast. This wasn't supposed to happen. Tyson was supposed to ask questions about gay sex and Cesaro would invite him back and then one thing leads to another. At least that's what happened in his dreams. The dreams usually ended with Tyson on his back, getting the orgasm of his life and thanking Cesaro for it...and then Cesaro would hold him tight and pepper his head with kisses...fuck this. The Swiss was horny and had to excuse himself.
Tyson laughed.
"I'll give ya that man...even if you're way wrong.. just keep the compliments coming and we'll be cool. And you know you can talk to me, right? Just don't expect great advice."
"Thanks," Cesaro said and he smiled warmly.
At least Tyson wasn't legit mad. But Cesaro was feeling some type of way now and had to find some privacy. He sprinted towards the mens' room. Thankfully it was empty. He barricaded himself into a stall. Seriously he was becoming so messy of late. So much for being the refined and chic Euro stud he'd built himself up to be over the years.
Tyson. Mmmmm.
Such a hot body.
He'd be so hot to bend over and spank. Before being thrown down and those legs spread. The cries as he had his prostate worked over for the first time. Cesaro would love to make Tyson come hands free.
But Tyson might be short but he looked like he packed. He'd probably be a great top too. He;d make big Cesaro a mess. The Swiss didn't care about role in bed correlatiing to build. Mathews and Rhodes debunked that myth after all. Pretty much everyone backstage knew Cody was a bottom. He did love to brag.
Cesaro pulled his trunks down his long legs. He never wore a cup. He had inches and he liked to show them off. He sat down and began to fist his cock. No. This wasn't enough.
He stood up.
He sucked two of his long fingers and reached between his muscular thighs to insert them inside himself.
He moaned throatily.
Fuck he was horny.
He could picture him and the Canadian. Making out. Tyson moaning against his lips...saying how he shouldn't have these urges but he was curious...Cesaro taking his trunks down...before dropping his own and bending over, urging Tyson to just give in and pound him...
He began to finger himself. Oh yes...he pushed against his prostate. Oh fuck yes. He began to fist his cock with his free hand. His legs were strong enough to support his weight. He could almost FEEL it...see it...he imagined that his fingers were Tyson's cock. Fuck yes...all the testosterone raging through his veins after the match...needed somewhere to go...oh God...
Cesaro let out a masculine growling cry as he lost it, spraying the door of the stall with a much-needed release.
That was just what he needed. He was gasping.
"Oh TJ...I enjoyed zat," he murmured to himself. He had been really lost in that naughty fantasy. He was a terrible person. From calling Sheamus his 'amour' and declaring love to the Irishman to lusting after a married man in the space of six weeks.
He heard the chain go in the next stall.
WHAT?
Oh SHIT.
The stall door next to him opened. And foot falls padded...around. A shadow was visible under the door in front of him. FUCK.
He grabbed some paper and hurriedly tried to mop his release from the door.
"I know you're in there..." came a malicious Ohio sneer.
NO!
Of ALL the people...
WHY HIM?!
Cesaro was now convinced someone had put a curse on him. Just WHAT was his life even right now?!
Mike The Miz smirked as he kneeled down to peer under the door.
He saw Cesaro, trunks around his ankles, standing stock-still and looking like a rat caught in the headlights. Drying jizz on his black tee. That big cock softening. Meh. Mike would still open his legs for that if he wanted.
He and Dolph weren't on great terms. Not since The Incident.
So far Ambrose had been avoiding him. The cunt.
He KNEW it was Ambrose who'd spiked his protein shake or coffee the other week which resulted in a horrifyingly embarrassing event in the bedroom. Dolph had looked beyond traumatised. And then at the Smackdown tapings the next night, a still-suffering Mike had been caught short...in gorilla. And had to go in a trash can. Stephanie, Hunter AND Vince had heard everything. And smelled it. He was never going to live that one down. Damien had been so discreet. In fact Damien had been really great about it.
Just because Mike decided to have a little fun and jeopardise Seth's career by hacking his phone and roping in NXT divas. Ambrose deserved it. And Mike wanted blood after that. Ambrose had wrecked his and Dolph's solid relationship. The Lunatic Fringe needed a sense of humor.
"Heyyy Claudio," he sneered.
"Fuck off." snarled Cesaro.
"Not very nice," Mike smirked, "I was your lady, remember?"
"Freak. At least I didn't shit in trash can."
"Really? That's old news Claudio. But then you never were one to get with the programme were you?"
"Go and suck Ziggler off."
"Tut tut, how rude," Mike was enjoying himself immensely. Cesaro was SUCH a loser. Such an easy target. He HAD to tell Corey this titbit. They would have such FUN tormenting him. And he didn't even have the backing of the Plastics anymore. YAAAASSS.
Cesaro pulled up his trunks and unbolted the door. He was in hell. It was official.
"So...Tyson Kidd huh?" Mike's voice was loud and scathing, "And awww Sheamus still isn't back yet. Smushed shoulder and now his 'amour' is a HO."
"Please. Like you've been loyal to Ziggler," spat Cesaro.
"HOW DARE YOU! NICKY LOVES ME YOU BASTARD!" screamed Mike. Oh no. NOBODY attacked his beloved Dolph or their relationship. Least of all his dick of an ex.
"So does 'Nicky' know JJ Bella banged you last year?" Cesaro went on, folding his arms.
The colour drained from Mike's face.
He SWORE JJ wouldn't tell...the fucking...how the fuck did Cesaro even KNOW?!
The fucking Plastics! They knew EVERYTHING. Paige, the First Lady of the Plastics, was friends with the Bella whores wasn't she? And the Bellas were of course best friends with Natalya...who valeted Cesaro. FUCK'S SAKE. Was NOTHING a secret here anymore? It was fucking fall 2014 damnit. Ancient news.
SMACK.
Mike slapped Cesaro so hard around the face.
The Swiss stumbled but remained defiant. Yes. He'd got his evil ex by the balls now.
"Lay vun more finger on me," he said, "And I'll tell Ziggler everything..."
"You wouldn't...you asshole Claudio..." Mike sniffled, all the wind taken out his sails. He tried to put on his most sorrowful sad face to try and appeal to his ex.
Cesaro snickered. Oh please. He might not be a saint right now but even he wasn';t stupid enough to fall for Mike's mind games again. He could see right through the sad sack.
He walked wordlessly past the incensed Cleveland native.
"Don't walk away from me!" cried Mike.
But Cesaro had already left.
How DARE Cesaro try and blackmail him? Using something that happened like fifty years ago to cover up his thirsting for a married man? Mike needed his man. He tried to stop the tears as he padded backstage, searching for Dolph. Surely the blonde would have forgiven him now? It wasn't his fault his body betrayed him like that. He padded into Catering. He grabbed a plate and loaded it with calorific pasta salad, enough to feed two. Meh. He was upset and he needed carbs.
There was Dolph. Talking to Rowan.
Mike made sure to walk right by him.
He tapped Dolph on the shoulder.
"Sup bro," Dolph nodded.
"Nicky...can we talk?"
"Busy right now bro, give us a few minutes."
"NOW."
Erick Rowan sensed the awkwardness and made his excuses before leaving.
"Thanks a lot," Dolph huffed, "You just made me look an idiot."
"I'm your boyfriend Nicky. You should be spending time with me."
"We're at work, I can talk to whomever I want."
"You NEVER talk to me."
"Not now bro. Don't make a scene."
"OH REALLY?!" screamed Mike loudly, throwing his pasta on the floor in a tantrum, "YOU NEVER WANT TO BE SEEN WITH ME ANYMORE!"
Dolph cringed.
He did love Mike, even after being pebble-dashed in the face. But the Awesome One was such a drama queen. And sometimes that got very wearing on the road.
People were turning to look at them.
Over at the Plastics table, Paige, Summer, Curtis, Cody and Dean were watching this.
"Oh look, I see Big Fat Mess is being his usual ratchet-ass self," Cody said. He was on Cloud 9 after a perfect night and morning with Josh. ANd true to his pinky promise, he'd manfully topped his beloved to wake him up this morning. And then later they'd had naughty sex at the gym and Cody was back on bottom where he rightfully belonged. Nothing could bring the cute ravenette out of his good mood. Not even Miz.
"Girl, I can't believe you spilled the JJ Bella tea to Cesaro," Summer said.
"I felt bad for being a nosey cow last night," Paige shrugged, "And Little Cody is going to apologise later. Aren't you?"
"Might do," Cody shrugged.
"I'll tell Sami that you got bent over in the gym..." warned Paige.
"So? He'll only try and outdo me," Cody grinned, placing his Off Duty glasses on and looking unbelievably adorable.
"Damn you boys. I can never win," huffed Paige.
When Raw had stopped by Orlando, Paige and Her Boys (Cody, Curtis, Dean, Sami and Finn plus Emma and Summer) had all gone to see 50 Shades Of Grey before the show. Needless to say, Ryback, Seth, Adrian and Wade had all ended up being forced to use belts and buttplugs on their hungry little bottoms that night after Raw. It had been a pretty exciting time.
"Can't blame Ziggler," Dean chimed in, his ever-present Macbook open, tapping some more submissions to True Ringrat Dirt, "If someone sprayed my face with shit I think I'd have a problem."
"Ewwww..." Both girls looked nauseous.
"Couldn't spike his coffee again, his voice is getting on my nerves," Curtis sighed.
"Dean...no..." Cody said but he was grinning, "We're better than that aren't we?"
"No, that skank tried to break me and Seth up," spat Dean, "He fucking paid Zahra to take a nude and post on Colby's Instagram after stealing his password! I think what I did is verging on going easy on him!"
"OK you have got a point," Summer put in, "Imagine if AJ did the same to you..." she looked over at Paige.
"I'd smash her head into concrete until it's liquid," Paige snarled.
"If anyone did that to me and Ryan, I will break limbs," put in Curtis, "Imagine if a nude of Velvet Sky or Taryn Terrell appeared on Josh's Twitter, Codes?"
"Why don't you spike Corey instead, he's doing my head in," Paige huffed, "I swear if he makes one more joke about how I'm being buried by models..."
"Girl, he needs to stay pressed because he can't wrestle anymore," Summer said.
"Exactly, as usual Summer spills the truth tea," Cody said, "Curtis your legs are on fleek."
Curtis was resting his smooth, shapely legs on the table. He was in his trunks and Axelmania vest but nothing else. He'd waxed. Because he was facing his beloved Big Guy tonight.
"Haven't you got a match against The Ryback?" Dean put in. He and Curtis were getting on much better nowadays and their feud was behind them.
"Exactly," Curtis said, "Oh man...I'm not sure I can control myself much longer. I don't care if it's a ten second burial."
Back over by the food table, Mike was still having a go at Dolph.
"Big deal, I had an accident," he was saying, "You're being SO petty Nicky..."
Dolph was just wishing the ground would open up and swallow him. Why did Mike have to do this here? In front of everyone?
"Can't we go somewhere private?"
"You'd like that Nicky wouldn't you! TREATING ME LIKE YOUR DIRTY SIDE PIECE!" Mike screeched.
Now the whole room went silent.
"WELL GUESS WHAT NICHOLAS! YOU DON'T WANT TO COMMIT? FINE? I CAN FIND SOME EVEN BETTER DICK THAN YOU! IT'S OVER!"
And Mike turned on his heel and flounced out of Catering.
Raw. Newark, NJ
Wade Barrett was pulling into the arena car park. This nicking-of-his-title story was amusing but a little annoying at the same time. Wasn't making him look great but hey, he was still getting regular time on the box. He switched off the engine and undid his seat belt before climbing out. He then, with a smirk on his handsome, bearded face, pulled the passenger door open.
"Thank you," simpered Finn Balor, climbing out, clutching the bouquet of flowers. Wade was SUCH a charmer. And Finn wasn't normally a chocs-and-flowers-sort of guy. He loved being showered with gifts and treated like the Prince he was (see what he did there?) though. He'd decided to surprise Wade this weekend on the road. And Wade ahd taken him to lunch. And bought him these gorgeous roses. Ah what the heck, sappy or not, Finn was completely gaga for Wade. ANyone judged him or called him a girl, will just get a broken nose. Simple.
Wade pulled his sunglasses down over his face and linked the shorter Irishman's arm in his, slinging his Intercontinental title over his shoulder with his free arm.
"Stuart...the bags.."
"Oi mate," Wade snapped his fingers at the security guy, "I'll chuck you fifty dollars if you get me bags."
The security guy huffed as Wade tossed him his car keys.
"Fine, a hundred dollars," Wade called after him.
"I'd have carried your bags for you," Finn whispered, leaning against the Brit's thick shoulder. Since the Total Divas episode with Wade and Alicia had aired, he'd become ten times more possessive of Wade. If it meant going on the road then so be it. Sami had had to calm him down when the stuff about his beau's past with Alicia had come to light. Finn had been ready to snatch wigs that day.
Thankfully he and Wade had talked it out and were stronger than ever.
"Stuart," sighed Finn, "You've got mustard on your face...ugh...let me."
He stopped to place his roses on the floor and licked his thumb to rub the miniscule yellow smear just above the left side of Wade's beard on his cheek.
Wade guessed that Finn just wanted to be all...ah what the hell, it was bloody cute. He just let Finn do his thing.
The cute Irishman picked up his roses and continued to be all over Wade as they headed for the locker rooms.
Instantly Finn scowled as they clapped eyes on whom was in there.
Kidd.
Cesaro.
Finn's number one enemy apart from Corey Graves.
"What's HE doing here?" hissed Cesaro.
"I've come to support MY boyfriend, problem manbag?!" Finn hissed.
Tyson looked curious.
"Sup Devitt," he nodded.
Finn nodded politely back.
"Oi," whispered Wade, "No catfights, please?"
"Depends if manbag keeps her big trap shut," snarled Finn, folding his arms.
"What's with the flowers?" Tyson remarked, "Who's the lucky girl?"
"Me," Finn beamed sappily, "I'm the lucky boy. They're from Stuart...ooops...I mean..Barrett.."
"Put them in some water you," chuckled Wade, ruffling the cutie's short brown hair.
Tyson observed this with interest. OK he needed to keep on top of the gossip around here. Was weird enough seeing Wade with Sheamus. He thought Wade was straight after being used to seeing him with Alicia for so long. He hadn't known about Wade's on-off thing with Gabriel and Tyson used to be tag partners with the South African for a while. No wonder that episode of Total Divas had been awkward.
Almost as awkward as everyone complimenting him about how good he looked doing that model shoot in his black boxers.
He had been the focus of a fair bit of attention today.
"You slayed that photoshoot," Finn smirked.
Yes and WHAT? He'd been picking up the lingo the more time he spent with Cody. Well and being best friends with Sasha. And Sami who seemed to be using it more too.
"Thanks man," Tyson smiled.
Cesaro had paused Total Divas for some self-attention after those segments. Fuck. Especially when Tyson did the teasing pull of the waistband, exposing his V-lines...ye Gods. Cesaro was more obsessed with him than ever. Thankfully he'd managed to keep his lust under control around him.
"I'd have worn sexier knickers myself," Finn went on, "But only if it was with some hot boys. Well...hehehehe...a hot boy..."
He turned and his blue eyes raked Wade's form as the Brit answered the locker room door to the hapless security guy, putting $100 into the guy's hand and taking the bags, chucking them into the corner and sitting down on the bench.
Cesaro snorted. Balor was just ridiculous. Thought he was the shit because he was part of the Cody and Paige clique. And look at him, being all pally with Tyson. Bitch. Cesaro might have made peace with Wade but he wanted nothing more than to punch Balor's catty little face in. Ugh. He wanted to get out of here. But Tyson...
"OK man, shall we go work on some stuff?" the Canadian said brightly, getting to his feet.
"Sure..." Cesaro couldn't follow him out quick enough.
Finn smirked. Cody had told him everything about Cesaro's lust for Tyson. He could have fun with this.
"Oh man, I can't wait until SHEAMUS is back," he said loudly, "I hope me and him get to work an angle sometime."
Cesaro paused and fumed. FUcking little BITCH.
"Fergal, behave," Wade warned, spotting Cesaro. Please. No trouble. He wasn't in the mood.
"How is SHeamus, manbag?" Finn's eyes flashed evilly above his charming smile, "Haven't heard from him and he's supposed to be back soon...those video packages looked good, huh?"
"Fuck you," snapped Cesaro. He was so done with this irritating little upstart.
"No thanks, I don't want barber's rash on my thighs."
Finn climbed onto Wade's lap and nuzzled him.
Cesaro growled and stormed out.
"Hey," Wade said sternly, "Stop being a bitch."
"Little me?" Finn rested his thumb on his bottom lip and gave the naughtiest grin, "I'm just playing."
"You'll get me a bollocking or a fat lip. Or both. Stop it. Or those legs can stay crossed for a while."
Finn pouted and folded his arms.
"Just expressing my support for my fellow countryman," he said, "And I trained Becky. Do you get pissed off if I mention her?"
"No...but...you're just being a wind-up merchant."
"Punish me then?" smirked Finn.
"Not in here!" spluttered Wade as the mischievous little minx climbed off his lap.
"Ooops..." chuckled Finn, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall. He was sporting a Bike jockstrap.
"Put it away before someone walks in" hissed Wade.
"Sorry my clothes just fell," giggled Finn, bending over sluttishly to pull his jeans back up.
Wade couldn't resist it. He stood up and spanked that amazing bubble arse.
"Ohhh..." moaned FInn. Sami was right. Being spanked was hot. Especially at work.
"Bloody hell...you're making me want to do bad things.." snarled Wade, running his hands over that soft, taut skin, Finn's cute moans going straight to the Brit's cock.
"Do bad things...please..." whined Finn, "Right here."
"No...people will come in."
"They'll have to crack one off."
"Last night you woke me up twice you horny little bastard."
"I don't get to see you very often."
"So?"
"Please Stuart...just touch..."
Wade slowly stroked his finger between those cheeks. He wanted to bend the little minx over and roger him senseless. But this was not the place.
"Ohhh yeah..." whimpered FInn, enjoying the touching in his most intimate spot, "You can push it in if you like..."
Wade pushed at that tight entrance and gently began to finger him, holding him steady with his other arm. Cute little mewls filled the empty locker room.
"Stop...stop.." mewed FInn, wriggling to let his jeans fall back to his ankles. He pulled himself out of his shoes so he was just in his own merch tee (it was pretty cool-looking after all) and the jock.
He fiercely began to devour Wade's lips.
"Easy tiger," growled Wade.
"Take me Stuart. Right here."
"No...bad boy."
"I will hurt you."
"Try it."
Finn wrestled Wade to the hard lino with ease. Damn. Wade should have known it was a bad idea to not take Finn's threats seriously. He was one of the best workers in the world for God's sake.
He leaned up to kiss Finn's neck.
"Ohh Stuart.." whimpered the cute younger man. He crawled seductively downwards, just like in his entrance and began to unbuckle Wade's belt. He whipped it out of the loops and tore the jeans open to get to his prize. Down came the jeans. And Wade's Calvin Kleins.
"Ohh fuckin'ell..." gasped Wade as that hot mouth engulfed him. Damn did this lad ever quit?! He was insatiable!
But Wade knew that people would kill for Finn's hot-as-fuck body in their beds so he should just be thankful.
He leaned up to peel his tight black tee off.
FInn looked up and moaned.
He ripped his own tee off.
Before hastily removing Wade's jeans, boxers, socks and shoes so the Brit was butt-naked on the cold lino. God this was horny. He began to lick down Wade's sculpted pecs and ripped abs...he would worship this body for hours...mmmm...prime English beef. He planted kisses over Wade's V-lines before going back to the Brit's cock. He was damn good at head and he knew it.
"Oh fuck..." Wade hissed, "Just sit on me fucking face already."
"Ok!"
Finn crawled around and straddled that handsome bearded head.
"Ohhhhh GOD...yes...oh Stuart...you're amazing..." he whined as that tongue got to work, the beard bristles against his cheeks...you couldn't pay for attention this good...
"Take your knickers off," snarled Wade.
"No. I want you to fuck me in this," moaned Finn.
"Howdja wannit?"
Finn crawled onto the lino,a rching sluttishly. He was a bad bitch and he knew it. Fuck yes. Romance was for the bedroom.
"Be rough, I won;t break," he snarled, accent thicker than ever.
Wade just growled. Such a weakness for Irish accents.
"Where's the lube?" he hissed.
"Top of the bag darlin...hurry..."
Wade dashed to the pile of bags and ripped the zip open...ah thank God. The minx. Finn had planned this.
He began to coat himself on the way back to the mass of desperate Finn before coating two fingers and pushing them inside that perfect arse.
"Ohhh yes..." whimpered Finn hungrily. He was so ready.
Wade kneeled behind him and pushed inside. After all Finn had had his fill TWICE already overnight. The slag. Wade fucking loved that.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Wade smirked and deliberately slowly began to move in and out.
"More...please..."
"I should punish you for being a bitch."
"Then fucking do me like you hate me Bennett."
"No because you'll enjoy it."
He slowly pushed inside, touching Finn's prostate.
And then pulled almost all the way out.
"I swear Stuart if you don't fucking hurry up I'm gonna throw you down and use you until I'm done and you won't fucking get a say."
SMACK.
Wade spanked him.
"Less of your lip."
He began to pound in and out of the desperate Irishman who instantly began to cry out with relief as his cravings were sated at last. He wanted it hard and rough from this English brute. He and Cody had a lot in common when it came to behaviour in the bedroom (or out of it!) He was being shamelessly loud, not caring if the whole arena could hear his slutty yells.
"Ohh...fuck...fuck yes...fuck me...fuck me.."
He smashed his hips back to meet Wade's rough thrusts. Oh yes. That was it. Just there! His spot was being hit and he was a mess.
Wade couldn't last, not with that musical accent painting the air blue. He was close..he hauled Finn back and fumbled with the damp pouch of the jock to give his boy some relief.
"Don't you fucking wank me off, want you to fuck it right outtame.."
So demanding.
So hot.
Wade grabbed Finn roughly by the hair so he made the most wanton shape and continued to pound him like a common rentboy. Yes. Fuck. He was close. He was going to come right up that tight little arse...Finn's cries were morphing into screams...he could tell his boy was close too.
"You gonna cum?" he snarled in Finn's ear.
Finn nodded, covered in sweat, his ripped, Godlike form sheening deliciously in the artificial light of the locker room. His orgasm was taking forever to build...he was fighting desperately not to jerk himself off...Wade could always make him cum on his back and when he was on top...but doggie...seemed to take forever...oh please Wade...give him some relief...or at least a helping hand! Please!
"W...w...ank usoff...pleasedarlin.." he garbled between cries.
Wade decided to be lenient and help his boy out...he was so fucking close he was sure he was gonna explode...he jerked the base of Finn's cock in time with each thrust...fuck...oh God...he cursed and snarled as it burned its way out...
Finn just screamed as at last, relief came to him and he exploded all over the lino in front of their sweaty, writhing could feel the warmth pooling inside of him...yes...oh God yes...even a stolen moment in the locker room was fucking perfect.
He buckled and fell flat on his face, gasping as Wade slowly pulled out, snapping the jock elastic on his arse cheek.
"Oww..." moaned Finn as Wade stumbled onto the bench, grabbing someone's towel to wipe himself down.
The cute Irishman climbed slowly to his feet and stumbled clumsily next to Wade, leaning into him, still pink, shiny and gasping.
"I love you," he murmured, fumbling for Wade's hand. The Brit took it and kissed it before hugging his cute boyfriend close.
"Love you too."
"That was wild," Finn breathed, "Thank you.."
"Have I shagged your bitchiness out?" smirked Wade.
"Yup...that's it on the floor.." giggled Finn, indicating his release on the lino.
"Wipe it up before someone slips."
"If it's manbag I'll just point and laugh."
"Fergal..."
"Fine."
Finn took the towel and went to clean his mess up as Wade began to redress. He would have happily walked around in this jock but he wasn't sure Triple H would approve. So he redressed, changing from those jeans into some workout shorts and his sneakers to flip-flops.
"I'm hungry," he said once they'd made themselves more decent, "Do you think the girls are here?"
"We can have a look," Wade said, taking his mischeivous beau's hand and leading him out of the locker room towards Catering.
"Wait!" Finn stopped dead, "The roses!"
"Oh you little sap..."
"You bought me them Mr."
"I know. You just want to show off."
"And?"
"You're a little shit."
"But you love me."
"Course I do."
Wade took his hand and resumed his journey to Catering which wasn't too far from the locker rooms.
Catering was the usual hubbub. Many Divas and Superstars were now present, chilling out before the usual adrenaline rush of Monday Night Raw later.
Instantly Finn spotted the plastics table. Always in the same place. Paige with her usual backturned Snapback, Summer Rae (dressed to kill), Emma, Cody (those glasses again), Dean Ambrose (again, glasses) but no Axel.
"Off you pop, love," teased Wade, "Be good."
"I'll get good seats for your match."
Wade pecked his boy on the mouth and with a playful slap to his bottom, sent him over to the Plastics.
Finn was walking with a spring in his step despite the twinging pain in his arse. Ah well. He knelt behind Cody, who was currently boring them with why he found Gotham immensely frustrating.
"Oh HEY!" he trilled, startling everyone. Paige let out a girley scream of surprise and her hat fell off.
"Oh hey you!" Cody leapt up and hugged his new good friend, "What you doing here?"
"Being a backstage valet," smirked Finn, pulling up a chair and picking up Paige's fallen cap. The young English girl was already out of her seat and hugging him.
"No Samuel?" she asked.
"Nope, just me, sorry," grinned Finn, sinking into his seat, clutching his roses.
"What's with the flowers? Are they for me, awwwwwwww you shouldn't have?" teased Summer.
"I know who they're from, well isn't Wade the big sap?" Paige teased.
"Awwwwwww..." cooed Summer.
"When will your faves buy you red roses?" Finn smirked, plonking them into the water jug in the centre.
"Valentine's day," Dean put in, "Yes. Even Colby can be romantic."
"So what's new?" Finn beamed. He was ridiculously happy.
"Big Fat Mess and Ziggler split up last week," Cody said, "I guess even using cocky assholes have taste."
Dean spat water through his nose.
"Ziggler HAD taste, he had me and you," he said.
"Ssssssh..." Cody put his finger to Dean's lips.
"So why did they split? Spill the tea!"
"I think Paige should," Dean said.
"Yeah, go on Saraya," teased Cody.
"I only allow Samuel to call me that," she scolded, wagging her finger at him.
"Don't keep calling me Little Cody when I pack eight inches hard then bitch," sassed Cody.
Mass facepalms.
"Too much...too much..." sighed Summer, pushing her long golden locks behind her head.
"And you bottom? Pffft...waste," Finn smirked.
"Oi! Watch your mouth you cheeky little blighter!" pouted Cody.
"I debuted when you were still struggling with acne so..." Finn finished by blowing a raspberry into his face.
"Boys! Time out!" snapped Paige.
"Sorry..." Both of them legit looked like scolded kids.
Summer and Dean just snorted.
"Anyhoo...yes I'm aware that's Samuel's word...Little Cody and I felt bad about taking the piss out of Cesaro..."
"CesarHo," corrected Cody.
"Never feel bad," Finn grinned, "He's basic."
"Oooohh..." Summer had a total 'I can't believe you went there' face going on.
Dean just busied himself with his chicken wings.
"Anyway...we decided to drop a little bombshell upon Swiss Superman about Miz and JJ Bella," Paige said, "And no gobbing off Fergal, Nikki and Brie don't know..and Cesaro hit Miz with it...and then big Eastenders style Queen Vic showdown (this reference went over everyone's heads but Finn's) later, Dolph dumps him."
"Can't blame him, I saw him on Raw and Total Divas, he's hot," FInn smirked.
"You kidding? Basic as basic gets dudebro, probably has a pickup," Cody pouted.
"Excuse me, before you throw any more shade, what do you drive again Coddles?" chimed in Summer.
"Yeah!" piped up Dean, "You listen to Garth Brooks and drive a black bro pickup! Hypocrite!"
"CCCCCKKKKKKHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A massive Stardust hiss to the entire table.
"He also listens to Madonna so there is that," teased Paige, reaching over to pat Cody on the head. He hissed at her again.
"Heeeyyy girls.." came a voice as a flame-haired apparition in black swept by.
"Oh hey Eva," Paige said, "Pull up a chair."
"Can't, off to do a bit of training with Ari," she said, "Plus, the hubby's here."
"Keep him AWAY from Whorey Corey!" Cody cut in, "Don't let him out your sight."
"And Miz is single and on the prowl," Dean added, "Lock up your husband Eva."
Eva laughed but looked a little perturbed.
"I'll bear that in mind...just wanted to say hi," she said, "Laters.."
She glided away.
"Now she's gone, her husband, I would," Dean said.
"Are you kidding? He seems nice with a hot body but totally basic," Finn snorted.
"On FLEEK, gurl!" Cody high-fived him.
Summer shook her head. Boys. THey were an alien species. Cody was hard to please. She was suddenly hit by an idea.
"Hey Finn," she said, "How do you fancy doing the next Total Divas aftershow with me and Renee?"
"Oh please do..." Paige giggled, "You would be hilarious."
"What about me?" pouted Cody.
"Oh you're next on the list, you're the shade queen," Summer said.
"And I'm not good enough?" Dean added.
"I thought you didn't watch it!" Summer replied.
"Besides, him and Renee appear together they'll need an armed guard from those crazy tumblr girls," Paige said, "You should just get her to 'confirm' and be an official beard."
"I'm not putting her life in danger!" Dean pouted.
"Bearding's the way to go," Cody said.
At that moment Nikki Bella appeared, already in ring attire.
"Hey...sorry to butt in...I need to see Paige," she said. She looked pissed off.
Uh-oh.
"Is it private?" Paige asked.
"Guess not," Nikki said, grabbing a chair and pulling it into the ever-increasing circle, "Actually, it might affect everyone.."
Cody's heart sank. He could guess exactly the kind of news she was about to break. They were in New Jersey. A certain little madam's hometown. And with the furore surrounding her tweets to Stephanie..
"I think I can guess," he scowled.
"Her Majesty's back isn't she? Oh wonderful," Summer snarked, "Just when I forgot to practice my curtseys."
"Yeah...I've already dealt with her," Nikki said, "Just thought I'd warn you all...but also Paige..we have a title match. And time."
"We actually do?! On Raw? Wow!" Paige looked ecstatic, "Now. Am I snatching or are you keeping?"
"I'm keeping, sorry," Nikki said, "If you want to come go through some stuff with Brie and I?"
"Can do, oh sweetheart...?" Paige wheedled to Summer.
"I'll babysit, it's fine, I can handle the boys," the blonde smirked, "Go and practice slayage of smarks."
She pecked Paige on the cheek and the Brit girl went all pink and giggly as she followed Nikki away.
"GREAT.." snarled Cody, "Just when we thought life was good, that skankbag has to come back. I bet she's stirring the cauldron with Mess and Whorey Corey as we speak, plotting the next step in ruining our lives. I bet she's gonna face Paige for the title at Mania to please the smarks."
"But Nikki's retaining.." Dean said.
"Oh even worse, Divas Of Doom rehash, Paige doesn't NEED that little bitch," Cody complained, "She can slay on her own."
"She's the golden girl, they have to keep her in, I'm jobbing to Nikki and Raya everytime I'm on TV...do you see me complaining? Not that people supporting us isn't awesome.." Summer said.
"Awwww you used her real name.." cooed Cody sappily.
"Shush," Summer went pink, "What's up Finn? You hurt yourself?"
Finn was fidgeting in his chair, looking visibly uncomfortable. The after-effects of locker room fun.
"I know what's affecting him," grinned Cody, "A recently-fucked bussy? Right?"
Summer bashed her head on the table, wishing she'd never asked. BOYS. Hurry up Paige!
Dean grinned.
"We feel your pain Balor," he chimed in.
"So where did you do it?" Cody smirked.
"Locker room," FInn said shamelessly, "Just couldn't resist."
"I haven't had it in the locker room in years," Cody sighed dreamily.
Dean avoided the subject. Last time if he recalled correctly was during his split from Seth and either with Swagger or Ziggler. Yuck.
"One of these days Paige and I will tell you all about our sex lives and it'll shut you all up," threatened Summer.
"Codes knows his way around a vag doesn;t he?" teased Dean.
Cody, pouting, threw one of the discarded chicken bones at him.
FInn smirked through his fidgeting.
"In my opinion, there's no such thing as bisexual, it's just greediness," he grinned, even though he himself was bi. So he couldn't be accused of being bi-phobic.
A chicken bone came HIS way.
"Go and wipe your cummy hole down bitch," sassed Cody.
Poor Summer.
Help!
"You're bi!" Dean shot back.
"Exactly, nobody can accuse me of insulting anyone," Finn smirked, "Sorry I really got to..."
"Void your babies?" Cody piped up.
Even Dean winced.
Poor Summer looked like she wanted to throw herself off a thousand-foot cliff.
"Be back in a jiffy." Finn got to his feet and left the table.
"You are a liability," Summer scolded Cody.
COdy rested his thumb on his bottom teeth and blinked his brilliant blue eyes at her, fluttering his eyelashes, looking impossibly cute.
"And don't try the puppy dog eyes on me, I'm not Josh," she went on.
"Mean. CCCCCKHHHHH!"
Cody took his phone out and started to play on it. Well it kept him quiet for a bit.
"So would you really pick Balor before Codes for the Rae-Nae aftershow?" Dean said.
"Him calling Cesaro basic has given me so much life," Summer said, "Coddles we're used to shading people...it'd get old quickly."
"CCCCKHHHH!"
"Hush up and play on your phone," Summer scolded once more.
"You had Cesaro on the show the week Paige got Brie wasted," Dean said.
"He was actually fun...and a little bitchy," Summer said, "We would like more boys on."
"You should have chosen us first..." pouted Cody, "But NO, we're second best to Cesaro-ho just because he can rock a grey suit."
"One week removed from getting laid, he's salty," Dean smirked.
A shadow fell across their table.
Scowls were suddenly etched on Summer's and Dean's faces.
The petite and sneering figure of AJ Lee was stood there. She waved in that girly mocking way she did on TV.
"It's rude to keep your back to the lynchpin of the Divas Division Rhodes," she barked.
"Oh sorry did someone speak? It sounded like a rabid dog howling," Cody snarled, turning around.
"I am the saviour of this division and you know it," AJ snapped.
"Yawn. CHange the record," Dean sighed.
"Funny isn't it, how Nikki, Brie AND Paige went public with their frustrations and yet it took you shooting your bitch ass off on Twitter for them to actually take notice...shame your sycophant Corey doesn't take your view, huh?" Cody hissed venomously.
"Because like Corey, I think the main roster Divas, except Paige and Emma, are lost causes," AJ's eyes were sparkling with malicious relish as she spoke, "The NXT girls are the future. Real women wrestlers. Not plastic interchangeable mannequins."
"Blah blah blah blah blah," Cody said.
Summer rolled her eyes.
Cody snapped.
He leapt to his feet and got in AJ's sneering face.
"You fucking BURIED the main roster Divas for the best part of 18 months every chance you got, trying to be your dirty-ass husband and failing, and all of a sudden you're their saviour? Bitch PLEASE. You're as phony and as fake as they come, Punkess. You might fool the idiot fans but you can't fool us. You just used them to get your name back in the spotlight. Oh look, funny how you stick up for them and the next minute BAM you're back on TV."
"Problem, Stardust? Don't take it out on me that you have to commit cross-promotional fraternisation to get laid or because people don't give a fuck about your stupid brother feud," AJ deadpanned.
"Problem AJ?" came a rasping voice as Corey Graves came over.
"Oh look, trash attracts trash," Dean put in.
"THought I could smell stale lube and desperation," Cody snarled.
"Oh just pressed little bottom boys having butthurt little strops," AJ sighed, "By the way, saw a perfect guy for you."
"Eva Marie's hot husband? I'm already working on it," smirked Corey.
That did it.
Cody now got into Corey's face.
"You better take your filthy ass away while I'm feeling generous," he snarled, "THat's someone's husband who doesn't even WORK here. Just remember I have dirt on you."
"Try it lispy," smirked Corey, "Oh by the way, Kevin Dunn knows about Mathews' little visit last week. You're off Raw. Stay mad, Rhodeth."
AJ just smirked from ear to ear, enjoying the incandescent rage that burned from Cody's every pore.
Not the longest chapter and I'm sorry it's yet more shoehorned-in Finnade that was the smut! Obviously still no Sheamus back and Cesaro's been a naughty boy. Will he or won't he? That's the big question.
Mucho Plastic banter but it's my favourite thing in the world to write at the moment! Hope people liked the update anyway. Just a small one and I'm sure I may get more ideas soon x
