Chapter 29

OMG...nearly at 30 already! I just know this story will keep on going until I find a satisfactory ending!

I did wonder if a rape storyline was the right way to go as it goes against my original fanfic viewpoints, but I needed a good meaty plot to keep it going. Maybe I shouldn't have got quite so up-to-date...oh well!

This is in the future (ie this week after the SD taping - I can't wait that long before writing!) so we'll just say Josh commentated this week (unless there's any surprises in store). Any house shows are made up by me as they seem to have got the rest of the week off!

Disclaimer! Any opinions on Raw et al are my own vocalised by these fictional counterparts and don't reflect the real version's views! And I also don't condone drug use.

SMUT! Lots of it!


Josh was just disembarking from a flight to Florida, but not for working purposes this time - he was off to visit Layla and looking forward to it immensely.

After the Smackdown taping had wrapped, he had received the invitation just as he was making plans for downtime at home with Mike. He was torn...he wanted badly to spend some proper quality time with his Mikey but at the same time, he was itching to see his other best friend especially as she was on the mend. Mike had told him to go see his friend and stop fretting...on one condition...Cody was to bodyguard him everywhere he went.

"Mikey...Coddles is coming anyway," Josh had said, "I'll be fine baby."

"I worry about you," sniffled Mike, "I love you...it still makes me so fucking angry to know that HE got his hands on my baby."

"How do you think I feel? I let my guard down," Josh said, "You sure you don't fancy some Florida sunshine?"

"Baby, I got my other promo work to do," Mike said, "You go catch up. Call me when you land."

And Josh had spent most of the flight texting inane drivel to his boyfriend - Cody was too wrapped up in his DS3 to even notice him half the time! But now they'd landed and Cody had resumed being the hyperactive big kid he usually was.

"Come on Joshy!" he said excitedly, as they went to collect their bags from the carousel. Cody had his big dorky white sunglasses on and people goggled at him.

"Coddles, you do realise those glasses do the exact opposite of what you intend them," snorted Josh.

"Oh shut up," Cody replied.

They were both mobbed by a couple of fans and then Cody dragged his best friend for a Starbuck's.

After willingly listening to the finer points of the latest Zelda DS game over two vanilla lattes, Josh decided it was time to get going and they made their way into the terminal, raking it with their eyes.

And then a petite figure with long dark hair came dashing over, crutch-free and smiling big.

Josh was feeling more emotional than he realised once he clapped eyes on his other best friend and dived into her arms.

"Hello...hello!" laughed Layla as the small man held her tightly, sniffling.

"So..good to see you," Josh sniffed, hating himself for crying.

"Group hug?" Cody grinned. He padded over and wrapped his big arms around the two of them.

"Wow...look at the size of you now!" Layla gasped, taking in Cody's noticeably bigger physique, "You'll be as big as Batista soon!"

"Ewww...I resent that, Lay!" Cody grinned, "Vince is real big on me at the moment...got so many compliments at Raw this week!"

"I'm not surprised," Layla said, "I bet Teddy's happy. Though have to say...not digging the tache, I know it's a good cause!"

"Thank you Lay!" grinned Cody, "It's like making out with a doormat!"

"I think he looks quite hot with it," Josh put in.

"Joshy! You're not supposed to say that!" Cody pouted.

"I can say what I want, I like the tache, he looks like his dad!" argued Josh, "I think you must be bigger than Teddy now, Coddles."

"And yet he still bends over for him," chuckled Layla.

Cody just smirked.

"Oh can it, you two are just jealous because I'm getting great sex from the hottest guy in the WWE," he said proudly, "Moustache or no moustache."

"Well now my boys are back," Layla said, reaching her hands out and standing between the two men, "Shall we go to my place...maybe some cocktails on the patio?"

"Lay...it's November!" Josh said.

"Fine, front room then," the English girl said.


Soon they were back in Layla's plush Miami home, sat on comfy chairs in her lounge, sipping some freshly-poured cosmopolitans.

"I've been trying to keep up with the storylines," she said, "Have to say, wasn't impressed with Raw, Barbie and Nattie may as well shouldn't have bothered!"

"Yeah, I thought that too," Josh, "Do you reckon you'll be on Team Kelly when you come back."

"I don't mind," Layla said.

"I think you'd be great as a third Chickbuster!" Cody put in.

"Oh you would say that because you can nerd out over Zelda with AJ!" Layla hit back.

They sat and gossiped a little more before Cody excused himself upstairs, phone ringing.

"That'll be Teddy," quipped Josh.

Cody flipped him off before answering his phone.

Josh sipped his second cocktail, suddenly very quiet.

"Hey, what's up?" Layla asked, "You've not been yourself, honey. Spill."

He hadn't told her what Justin had done to him...as he'd said to Cody - less people knew, the better.

"Lay, I've lied to you," Josh began, eyes filling with tears, "And Coddles actually."

Layla's dark eyes showed concern. She stood up and wandered over, perching next to Josh.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling, you tell me what's been buggin' ya."

"Two weeks ago, after Smackdown...I was raped."

Layla went silent as she processed this revelation. Josh didn't sugar-coat it at all.

"What do you mean...what happened?"

"After my match, I got ambushed...he threw me on the floor, kicked the crap out of me, and then...forced it inside me...he tore me...I was bleeding."

"Who the fuck would do that do you?"

"Gabriel."

Layla went silent again.

"Bastard...shitting bastard," she snarled, "I hope you reported him...I can't believe after all this time...he's still picking on you."

"Lay...I can't, if I do, Vince will have me jobbing to the likes of Curt Hawkins!"

"No! Josh, screw that, he raped you! He could have killed you!" Layla gasped, "And you've just let him walk by...how long before he does it to someone else? Or has another go and this time kills you!"

"He wouldn't...he's too much of a pussy," Josh said, "Coddles wants blood...and Mikey is willing to go in the electric chair for it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Mikey wants to kill him. Properly. Ron has to keep him in line, making sure he doesn't hunt Gabriel down."

"And is that a bad thing?" Layla said, "Michael must love you so much if he's willing to risk so much for that. And Coddles is basically your little brother."

"Well, not little," cut in Josh, "He's such a beefcake now!"

"You know what I mean," Layla said.

Josh by now was shaking, unable to keep up his nonchalance. His eyes leaked tears. Layla pulled the tiny man close as he finally broke down, sobbing into her chest.

"Sssh, sssh,I'm sorry if I was a bit of a bitch," she soothed, "It's just..well not something I expected to hear, you know I'll always respect your wishes."

"And th-that's not all," Josh sobbed, "Rosa..."

"What about her?" Layla's tone hardened instantly.

"She's been giving me shit as well, and she called you Cody's precious mutt girlfriend. I wanted to fucking kill her...she can say what she wants to me but she attacks you...I was going to kick her from one end of the room to the other right there."

Layla was fuming.

"Typical...that bitch never knows when to keep her fucking mouth shut!" she snapped.

"I feel like I'm shit-stirring," Josh said.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't think she'd go for this long without mouthing off about me and all!" Layla said, "Think about it...she's only employed because she's good at sucking dick and only wheeled out when they need someone to job."

"I miss you so much Lay," sniffed Josh, "When will you be back...I hope your first match is a street fight with that bitch so you can fucking maim her skinny ass."

"Sweetheart, while we're PG that can't happen, as much as I'd like it to," Layla said, "I've been lifting some bigger weights of late, though...so at least I can probably throw her around."

"Lay...the way I feel right now I'd like to see you bust her open...smack her with a ring bell like Randy did to Coddles," Josh said with more relish than he intended.

"Did what to me?" came a voice as Cody re-entered the room.

"I was just saying..like to see Lay use a ring bell on Rosa like Randall did to you," Josh said.

Cody grinned.

"But then the bitch can't use her one talent of giving good head," he bitched, "Now wouldn't that be a shame?"

"I favourited that tweet," Layla said, "Good for Masters."

"Joshy, you been crying?" asked Cody, his sharp eyes catching the redness around Josh's eyes.

"No...no, don;'t worry about it," he said airily.

"Joshy," scolded Cody, "You know you can't lie to us."

Josh went quiet.

"I can," he murmured, "There's something you don't know."

He had never revealed just who he'd been with on THAT night in Atlanta..but after the rape, he couldn't lie to them anymore...right now his future was dependant on accepting and facing his past.

"What do you mean?" asked Cody curiously.

"About Atlanta."

"When? Raw the other week? Wrestlemania? What?" Layla asked.

"No...THAT time...last year."

"Oooh right." Both Layla and Cody instantly understood.

"Why were you so secretive?" asked Cody, "You normally like to give us all the gory details Joshy."

"Not that we mind!" Layla said hurriedly.

"Did it hurt?" asked Cody.

"Coddles!" Layla scolded.

"Oh don't be mean Lay, I'm curious..always wondered what that must feel like!"

Josh was still avoiding their gaze.

"Who did you do it with?" persisted Cody, "Must be big if you can't even tell us."

"Because if people knew, I'd be dead," Josh said.

"People know about all the other superstars you've slept with," reasoned Layla, "And they still like you...I assume it was two superstars then."

Cody's eyes lit up.

"Who? Joshy you gotta tell us!" he begged.

"Coddles, this isn't a game!" Layla admonished him.

"It's OK, you might as well find some fun in it," Josh said, "Nobody else knows other than us, OK?"

"Just tell us, please."

"John...and Randy."

The silence was deafening as his two best friends took in this information.

Cody actually leapt back in his chair. Layla turned away.

Josh got to his feet.

"Now you know what a dirty slut I really am, I'm off," he said tearfully, "Thought it was for the best."

He stormed out the door and pulled his shoes on before grabbing his overnight bag.

"Joshy!"

Cody came padding into hallway.

"Where you going?" the IC Champ asked.

"Home," Josh wept, "I don't wanna stay here while you two judge me."

"Come." Josh found himself being yanked by Cody back into the sitting room.

"He was trying to run away!" Cody announced.

"Why?" asked Layla.

"Thinks we hate him?" Cody said, raising his eyebrows.

"Why?" asked Layla again.

Josh realised he was losing this argument. He kicked his shoes off and sat back down next to Layla, who poured him another drink and handed it to him.

"So...you've been in a threesome with Randall and Cena," Cody said matter-of-factly, "And you've had both of them double-fuck you. Joshy...how do you do it?"

"How did you do it?" Layla put in, "You must have been ripped in half!"

"Strong muscles back there!" smirked Cody, "That's one thing people don't realise...we're pretty strong and flexible."

"Coddles, that is far more than I need to know," Layla deadpanned.

"Spoilsport! So Joshy, how did you fit two big men inside your little ass?"

"CODDLES!"

"You might as well tell us now."

"Okay," Josh said, blushing, "Simple really, I was riding Orton and then Cena climbed on behind me...lots of lube, amyl nitrate and patience. Not telling you any more."

Cody's blue eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Wonder if Teddy's ever into a threeway...might have to try that!" he grinned.

"Whatever! You'd never cheat on Ted! Besides who would be your third party?" Josh said.

"Johnny Curtis, he is HOT," Cody said, "Or Matt Striker."

"Striker? You serious?" Layla said.

"Hey, leave him alone, he's got a hot body," Cody pouted, "Actually no, he's banging McGillicutty at the moment."

Layla's eyes widened at that.

"Wait...Striker's gay as well? Hennig? Wow, I miss the WWE!" she chuckled.

"Who else would you invite in a three-way then?" asked Josh, glad to have diverted attention somewhat.

"Hmmmmm," Cody said theatrically, "Can I say anyone I want?"

"Anyone," Josh said.

"Okay...Mike."

"Hey! Paws off my man, hoe!" Josh said, and he playfully leapt on Cody and began to tickle him. Sharp giggles left Cody's mouth as he allowed his small friend to tickle him.

"Hold him down!" Josh said, "Lay, get his feet!"

Layla chuckled as she began to tickle Cody's feet, the brunette man still giggling like a child on a massive sugar high.

"Lay...mind your knee!" Josh warned her.

"And mind...AAARGH! Mind my nose!" Cody gasped, stifling the shriek that left his lips as a particularly ticklish spot was got.

"Fancy some dinner, boys?" Layla asked, once they'd calmed down and resumed their seats.

"Oohh. we being cooked for as well?" Cody beamed.

"Don't push it!" Layla warned him.

She pottered into the kitchen and began to get busy.

"Need a hand in there?" asked Josh.

"No, you two stay...you had a flight, I've just been sat on me tod!" she called back.

"It's funny," Josh commented, "I probably spend more time with you than anyone else in the WWE, yet I could never get bored of you or find you annoying, Coddles."

"Awwwww!" Cody had a touched smile on his face.

"I never tell you, or Lay actually, how much I love you both...you are like my little brother and big sister."

He padded over to the couch and flopped down next to Cody, snuggling up to him.

"Mikey's a great guy," Cody put in, "And you say he never gets jealous of how we are with each other?"

"No, he said he sees you as part of me, and you make him laugh," Josh said, "Even when you act like a big queen in public."

"Why am I the little brother when you're all snuggly with me?" grinned Cody, "Plus I out weigh you by about eighty pounds!"

"Because you're a big kid, five years younger than me...oh Coddles stop being an ass!" Josh said, "Or you get tickles again! And what about Teddy? He OK with us? I never ask, just assumed."

"He loves you, Joshy," Cody replied, "And why wouldn't he? By the way, have you spoken to A-Ry lately? Never get to see him these days."

"He was on the Europe tour, got a match in Liverpool on Superstars," Josh said, "He's been keeping his head down, plus he got that nasty hip injury."

"Oh yeah...Evvy's such a dickhead for getting caught like that," Cody said.

"I know...I was disappointed, but I suppose everyone makes mistakes," Josh said, "Mikey said Alex almost broke up with Evvy when he found out."

"And Alex would know, he got done for DUI," Cody replied.

"Coddles, how were you a while back when Teddy got arrested?" asked Josh.

"I was pissed the fuck off," Cody said shortly.

"And did you get jealous of Maryse, especially as that whole story was when you were away on Smackdown?"

"No, I'm not as thick as people think I am!"

"Hey, chill out Coddles, never said that!"

"I know Joshy, but people assume I really was Dashing Cody Rhodes, with nothing up here (he tapped his forehead) apart from grooming tips."

"Coddles, to be fair you did start giving other guys in the locker room grooming tips, especially Teddy when you did get the chance to see him!"

"Well, look how hot Teddy looks these days?"

"Are you surprised, he's doing one of the most handsome men in the locker room."

"Joshy, please remember that we're engaged and a lot more than just 'doing' each other."

Josh had noted of late that Cody seemed very sensitive to how his relationship was referred to.

"There's times when I wish Creative would just give me Teddy as my valet or manager," Cody sighed, "Just knowing I got him right out there with me, cheering me on."

"Coddles, when you and him face each other, your matches fucking rock!" Josh said, "Night Of Champions...best one of the night, hands down! All your house show matches...that one on Superstars, you two work better on screen as rivals."

"But Mike got to have Alex as his valet?"

"Yeah...no wonder rumours got spread about those two!"

"Joshy, it was so obvious...they must have had sex at least once!"

"Nope, Mikey told me months ago...the only sex they've had with each other was the time Mikey and me gave Alex a helping hand when he was feeling horny...before he hooked up with Evvy."

"What's this now?"

Cody perked up considerably at this.

"Oh, nothing! Anyway I thought you knew?"

"Joshua Lomberger...you tell me now and stop being a mean bitch!" Cody pouted.

Josh sighed.

"One time, it was the three of us, after that Raw where Mikey got beat up by Alex...you remember, the really homoerotic one...anyway...Alex got horny, Mikey sucked his dick whilst I ate his ass out."

"And was he tasty?" Cody smirked.

Josh winced.

"CODDLES!" he cried, "Do you have to?"

"Says the boy that's had both Randall and John's dicks inside his tiny ass AT THE SAME TIME!" Cody shot back.

"Ancient history, Coddles," Josh said.

"Whatever Joshy, it's still news to me," Cody said.

"Coddles, why is it that it's OK to discuss my sex life and make jokes but we're not allowed to make fun of yours?"

"Because I keep you informed?" grinned Cody.

He had a point - usually at inappropiate times such as at breakfast in hotels.

"Has Teddy ever hinted at wanting a three-way then?" asked Josh.

"No," Cody said, "But it's not just the double fucking...you know what I'd find really, really hot?"

"What?"

"Teddy being fucked up the ass while I watch."

Josh whistled.

"Wow...Coddles I never knew you had that in you."

Cody smiled big as Josh realised his bad choice of words.

"Shut up!" Josh groaned as Cody opened his mouth to retort.

"Teddy's got such an amazing ass," the brunette said, "And I know how much he liked it when I topped him."

"Coddles, stop being so prissy and man up once in a while, it's OK to be versatile you know!" Josh giggled, "Even Mikey's become versatile now...well he had no choice really."

"Not with your slutty ass," Cody smirked, dodging the punch Josh aimed at him.

"Coddles, I just want to know, and be honest, if both of us were single...would you?"

He blushed as he said it.

"Hell yeah, I'd bend over for you!" Cody grinned, "Or let you sit on me...I'm easy. Joshy, you're hot."

"That's...reassuring," Josh admitted, "I always fantasised about you too...but it'd be fucked up. It'd be like making out with my little brother."

Cody thought for a moment...and for a split-second almost opened his mouth to tell Josh about him and Mike a few months back...but his common sense had caught him at the last minute.

"Joshy...just curious...would you ever do Teddy?" he asked.

Josh raised his eyebrows. Strange question.

"Coddles, why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"Hell yeah, I'd tap that bubble ass into next year...he's got such a bottom's ass! You must grab hold of that when he pounds you."

Cody grinned lewdly. All this sex talk was turning him on. And Josh. Normally their discussion gave both men boners but they never acted on them.

Josh smirked as he groped Cody's crotch. The bigger yet younger brunette jumped back in alarm.

"Joshy! What ya doin'?" he gasped.

"Coddles...c'mon baby boy, it's gonna happen," Josh said.

"Snap out of it!" Cody said, "Joshy...please."

Josh made to grab Cody's head and was about to start giving him a right kissing when Cody smacked his face hard.

Josh yelped and leapt back.

"Choo do that for?" he snapped.

"Joshy...you were about to fucking mount me!" Cody cried, "Joshy...have you an idea what you were even doing."

Josh's eyes filled with tears. He had got totally lost in the discussion and almost forgot where and who they actually were. He had completely been oblivious to the fact that he was about to proposition his closest best friend for sex.

"Oh fuck...Coddles I'm so sorry, I honestly didn't know what I was doing!" He began to cry, shaking uncontrollably. He was still suffering from his ordeal at the hands of Justin.

"Awww Joshy," Cody murmured and wrapped his big arms around the small, shaking man, trying desparately to comfort him, "You're still fucked up about what happened...ssshh ssh sshhh."

He planted soft pecks on the fluffy brown hair.

"Baby, I think you need to go back to LA," Cody said, "You need to be with Mikey."

"Coddles...I wanna stay here...with you two," gasped Josh.

"Joshy, you are getting on the first flight back to LA and spending some time with Mikey, this is Dr Runnels talking now," Cody ordered.

Just then Layla padded in.

"Done us some spagbol," she said.

"What the hell's that?" Cody asked.

"Spaghetti Bolognese...you wouldn't understand, British speak," she smirked, "What's the matter now? Joshy? You OK, hun?"

"Lay, he needs to go back home tomorrow," Cody said.

"And can't he talk for himself? He is thirty-one soon!" Layla grinned.

"Sorry Lay," sobbed Josh.

"You're traumatised, hun, you need the right support, I won't be offended!" Layla said, "It's been lovely to see you. Come get some dinner at any rate."

The two boys got to their feet and padded into the English diva's kitchen.


Josh was back in LA the next evening, aching to see his Mikey but upset at cutting short time with Layla and Cody.

But Cody could be just as stubborn when he got an idea in his little head and he'd practically forced Josh onto the plane. Now Josh was driving his car back up the huge driveway of his and Mike's home.

He unlocked the door and padded inside.

Mike wasn't home...of course he was at that T-Mobile red carpet event with Maryse...damn...Josh knew there were other reasons why he went to Florida for a few days. Oh well.

He stripped to his boxers (he was home alone - so what?) and padded up to their bedroom, flipping open his laptop. His first task was to Skype Cody or Layla (depending on who was online) and let them know he was home.

He opened up Skype. Sure enough 'Layla El' appeared in his online contacts. He dialled.

"Hello?" came the English girl's voice.

"Hey Lay...only me!" Josh said, switching on his video.

"Oh hey hun..wow...didn't expect an eyeful! CODDLES? He's on if you're still dying to make sure he's alive!"

The video came on and Layla appeared, clutching a wine glass, flanked by a grinning Cody.

"Hey Joshy!" Cody waved at the camera...he was such a geek, "Any reason why you're flashing your ink at us? Been busy with Mikey have we?"

"I wish," Josh said, a small smile on his face, "He's out...at some launch party. With Maryse."

"Well call him and tell him to get his big ass right back there!" Cody said, "What's more important, looking after his baby or shaking his tail feathers at some red carpet event?"

"Cody Garrett Runnels!" Layla scolded.

"What? I'm being honest!" Cody protested.

"Shall I leave you boys alone?" Layla said.

"I'm signing off now," Josh said, "I just called cos Coddles made me!"

"Bitch!" Cody said, "Talk to ya later Joshy! Muahz!"

He waved at the camera again, and Layla blew a kiss before they signed off.

Josh shook his head. He was home alone. And he had an idea.

He opened a video folder. Ah. Just the one he wanted. He opened the video and then made himself comfortable...down came the tight designer boxers...

He watched as two men went right at it on a bed, filmed from a voyeuristic angle...the bottom loudly whimpering and moaning like a slut as he rode the bigger top...Josh moaned as he watched the men fuck...yeah he was having a wank to footage of himself and Mike having sex. Just like he'd promised despite what happened that night.

"Oh yeah, ride him!" he urged his past self...as screams began to sound from the laptop...wow did he sound like a real whore or what? He remembered overplaying it a bit for the camera but he didn't realise how LOUD he could be...and it was so hot..

Oh Mikey...fuck me Mikey..

He began to stroke furiously.

He watched as they continued to fuck...and when Josh watched his past self cum hard...that sent him over the edge as well.

"NNNFFFF!" he gasped as he erupted all over his toned abs.

He didn't realise just how badly he was suffering from rampant sexual frustration. Fuck this, he was going to go nude until Mikey came back! He tossed his boxers aside and shut the laptop before padding over to the bath.


When Mike crept into the house at about 3am, a little worse for wear after an epic night out with Maryse, he wasn't banking on walking into their sitting room and seeing his boy sat on the couch, totally buttnaked and watching an old PPV DVD on their huge plasma telly.

Mike was tipsy, but not wasted. Merry, perhaps. He did almost pass out at the unexpected yet welcome sight of hot commentary boy/cruiserweight wrestler naked on couch, however.

"Hey Mikey," purred Josh, more than ready for Mike...he'd been getting in the mood by viewing Over The Limit (that I Quit match was homoerotic as hell, he thought) and was now desperate for his beau.

"Hello baby...whatchoo doin' here?" gasped Mike, "Thought you were in Miami, supping coswmos and having a bitch fest with Lay and Coddles?"

"They sent me home, said I should be spending time with you!" Josh said, pausing the DVD and getting to his feet. Mike's blue eyes were as wide as saucers at the sight of the little sex kitten, padding over to him.

"Nice suit," purred Josh, gently tugging the tie and nibbling at Mike's neck, his small fingers making light work of the button-down. Mike whimpered at the little man's touch.

"Joshy..." he whined. He was already horny from the booze.

Josh sank to his knees and ripped open Mike's jeans...and Mike was wearing Diesel briefs. Hot. Josh pulled them feverishly down...he moaned as he took in the scent that was uniquely Mike. He began to suck Mike off feverishly...the older man threw his head back and moaned loudly.

"Joshy...wait...wait," gasped Mike, but Josh wasn't listening. Mike tried to pull his boy's head away but again Josh, wasn't having any of it!

"Fucck...Joshy...Imma...come!" groaned Mike, incoherent. He moaned again as Josh's hands grabbed his round ass cheeks hard before his left hand softly travelled between his legs and began to stroke his balls...Mike mewed loudly as he lost it, driving deeply into Josh's mouth and erupting hard, Josh hungrily swallowing every drop.

When Mike began to recover, Josh at least released him from his mouth.

"Hi," he said innocently.

"Hey baby," Mike murmured, stroking Josh's jawline. He slowly pulled Josh upwards and pulled him into a soft kiss, which quickly deepened...Mike tasting himself.

Josh began to stroke Mike again.

"Hope you're not sleepy," he purred, still painfully horny.

Mike peeled off his white shirt and kicked his jeans, shoes and briefs off so he was as naked as his beau.

"Nope," he grinned.

Josh smirked back and grabbed Mike by the hand, pulling him upstairs before the pair ended up on their big squashy double bed, making out like a pair of desparate teens at a house party. Josh had already got the lube out...in case things led to this!

"I love you," Josh said, pausing to stare deeply into Mike's eyes.

"I love you too baby." Mike replied.

"Show me," Josh said, "Make me yours, Michael. Please. I want you to show me I'm yours."

Mike stopped him there.

"No baby, I'm sorry, I'm not hurting you," he said, and with a mischeivous grin he spread his thick legs wide, "So climb on. Fuck me. Fuck me good, Josh."

Josh tossed him the lube.

"As it;'s going up your ass, you can lube up!" he grinned.

"Gladly, big boy," Mike smirked back.

He began to coat his fingers before slowly inserting them into his entrance, moaning naughtily as he did so, knowing that Josh was itching to fuck him.

"Oh yeah...I want your dick..Mathews," he moaned, "Want you to pound my big fat ass until I scream."

"Mikey...please...no fat jokes," Josh said, "You're not fat. You're gorgeous. So hush."

"Whatever Josh, you don't need to pretend for me. Pass me the amyl."

Josh tossed the small bottle to his beau. Mike took a greedy long sniff and gasped as the rush hit him like a speeding train. He passed it back to Josh who also sniffed hard. Josh lubed up his considerable length before lining up. He gently pushed at Mike's entrance.

"C;mon baby...where's your strength?" moaned Mike, "I'm not gonna break...do me like a man!"

"Okay...you asked for it, Michael," growled Josh and he drove in harder. Mike's mouth dropped open as he gasped, feeling the sudden fullness...his walls tighter than ever. Josh raised a hand and brought it down onto Mike's right ass cheek hard, the older man mewing loudly.

"Oh yeah, spank my big ass!" moaned Mike.

Josh stopped in his tracks.

"One more comment about your weight and I'm pulling out," he snapped, reaching for the poppers and taking another huge sniff.

"Give me that then!" Mike barked before following suit.

By now both men were so high on the amyl nitrate that Josh just let his body find the rhytm...every nerve ending ultra-stimulated.

"Oh yeah...go on baby...fuck me!" moaned Mike.

Josh began to pound the bigger man hard, hips bouncing off Mike's muscular thighs, balls slapping against him...Mike's moans and whimpers and gasps getting louder, and louder the longer Josh went, but the little man was so horny and high that he wasn;t gonna last.

"Mikeeeeyy!" he whined, "Gonna...gonna cum!"

Mike winced as he clenched hard. Josh gasped and almost screamed at the sensation.

"Michael...you SLUT!" he gasped.

"Miss me?" Mike smirked, "Forgotten how dirty I am, haven't you?"

"Fuck, I fucking love you," whimpered Josh.

"You better...now hurry up and fuck me!" barked Mike.

"You asked for it."

And Josh began to jackhammer into Mike, the bed creaking in protest as the two men went at like a pair of rutting dogs in heat, Mike hastily fisting his cock, determined to cum first...but Josh hadn't cum at all...Josh was edging as much as he could, pausing to try and hold his orgasm off..Mike's fist a blur...

"Ohh...ohhhh..." Mike was getting there, it always felt so much BETTER the second time; the blonde coming undone...hard...he needed MORE...MORE!

"Cum for me Mikey, please," whined Josh, desperate for release...he couldn't hold it...fuckk...fuck...he was losing it...he smacked Mike's thigh hard as his body finally gave out and he erupted hard inside Mike...the hard warm shots deep inside him were enough to finally tip Mike once again over the edge...he screamed loudly as he came all over his abs...the pair reaching their zeniths almost at the same time.

Josh wa stotaly spent...he slowly pulled out before collapsing next to Mike.

"Miikeyy..." he whimpered, pulling Mike into a passionate hug, the older man using his free arm to pull the thick quilt over their sweaty panting bodies.

"I know, I know," Mike soothed, still quite high, "You don't need to talk any more baby."

It was too much for Josh...and his emotional barriers, already weaker thanks to opening up to Cody and Layla yesterday...finally broke down and the floodgates opened.

Mike held him all night long, silently letting him cry his pain out.


Bit of a weird one this, wasn't entirely sure of the direction I wanted to take so I let my imagination do it!

Please keep leaving your feedback, especially those who are silent but loyal, also if you don't like bits, please don't be afraid to critique - as long as it's constructive I'll not be offended! Some of your suggestions have been awesome so far!

Basically as you can see I am itching to bring Layla back into the mix and am considering writing an early return...don't see what it could hurt, after all, wrestler!Josh already makes this a sort of alternate universe (and all the slash)!

Maybe next chapter we'll see her back to kick Rosa's ass...who knows? XD

I am still unsure of how to write in Evvy's suspension so I'm leaving that as 'off-screen' for the minute, sorry! If anyone's got a good idea, let me know!

Please keep your lovely feedback coming! xxxxx