The festive lights strewn around the dressing room and the decorative stockings would've put Finn in the Christmas spirit. Instead, anxiety and frustration resided in his heart. Even after his Triple Threat Match victory, the smile he gave to those who congratulated him didn't quite reach his eyes. Finn had made it very clear for Drew to stay away, but he didn't expect him to actually listen. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, feeling anything but relieved. Drew didn't spare Finn so much as a sideways glance leading up to their match and performed even rougher than usual. Was he upset at Finn's rejection last week? Or, was this all one big mind game? Either way, if Drew was trying to piss him off, it worked. Finn grumbled as he got out of his trunks and bent down when he felt a brutal slap connect to his exposed ass.
"Ah!" He cried out, hissing in pain as he glared up at Drew who strode past him. "What the fuck, McIntyre?!" Drew blatantly ignored him and started getting undressed. Finn snapped and stomped towards him, not caring if he was practically naked. "Hey!" Drew failed to acknowledge him and began taking off his trunks. "Bastard, what the fuck—"
"Ya said to leave ya alone," Drew interrupted, not taking his eyes off the ground. "Why don't ya do the same with me?"
"Why did ya smack my ass?" Finn challenged. "In fact, why were ya acting so weird last week? What was with ya in our match tonight with Ziggler? Why—" Drew grabbed Finn's face, forcing him to shut up and look at him.
"Ya want to know why?" He growled, shoving Finn into a shower stall and crushing their lips together. Finn's eyes widened when he felt Drew's rough lips against his, letting out a muffled yelp at the impact. Drew took this opportunity to force his tongue into Finn's open mouth, deepening the kiss and pinning him against the wall. The intensity and passion were too much for Finn, and he finally gave in. His arms constricted around Drew's neck, pulling him even closer as their tongues fought for dominance. Drew smirked into the kiss, knowing that he'd won and abruptly broke away from Finn.
"What the—" Finn began protesting before he was interrupted by Drew's large palm slapping his face. Finn stumbled out of the stall from the blow and grabbed his aching jaw, his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. He glared up at Drew as if silently demanding an explanation.
"That was for last week," he answered, before kissing Finn again. "And, that's for everything else." Drew shoved Finn to the ground, smirking before he went to actually shower. "Merry Christmas, Finn." He threw over his shoulder. Finn shook with rage at the man's audacity to kiss him, but also at himself for submitting. He scrambled to his feet and hastily put his trunks back on, not caring if his dick pressed hard against the material. A few Superstars gave him odd looks as he threw on clothes and stormed out of the arena. But, he didn't care. All he cared about was that this whole situation was far from over, plus getting himself off in the hotel room.