Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.
Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).
Chapter Sixteen
Mark watched as Mike fed their son. A smile played on the Deadman's lips taking in the sight before him. Mike gazed down lovingly at the bundle of joy as he hummed to Damon. His son jerked his head away from the bottle and gave a small cry. Mike cooed his boy as he set the bottle down. He placed his son over his shoulder and burped him. Soon, Damon fell asleep on Mike's shoulder.
The blond got up from the rocking chair and placed Damon into his crib. "So sweet," he breathed.
"Just like his Daddy," Mark replied as he came up behind Mike.
Mike hitched his breath as his husband wrapped his massive arms around his waist. "You scared me, baby."
"Didn't mean to," Mark replied as he nuzzled Mike's right temple.
Mike stroked Damon's bald head. "He's so small."
"And beautiful." Mark gazed down at his son. "Ready to take a nap yourself, Daddy?"
Mike smiled. "Yes, Papa."
Mark made sure that the baby monitor was on before leading his husband to their bedroom. Mike laid down and got comfortable while Mark turned off their cellphones before he too took the space beside his husband. The blond kissed him and the Deadman responded back.
"How long till you can have sex again?" Mark asked between kisses.
"The doctor said a month to two," Mike replied.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Shit."
The blond chuckled. "I love you, Papa."
"Love you too, Daddy."
They pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes.
"Don't worry," Mike said. "Before you know, we'll be making love again."
"I would love that." He pressed his forehead against Mike's. "I'll be counting the days."
Mike chuckled as he slightly pulled way from his husband. "Mark?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Do I make you happy?" Mike whispered.
Mark knitted his eyebrows together and stared at his husband. "Baby...you and Damon mean the world to me. Without you, I wouldn't be complete."
The blond smiled. "Okay." He nestled himself in Mark's embrace and closed his eyes.
Emeralds studied the young man. He leaned forward to kiss Mike's forehead before closing his eyes.
…
Jeff poured over magazines, trying to come up with the perfect wedding. He had listened to John's side of the family for the past few hours. Needless to say, he was frustrated. His own family just wanted him to be happy. Jeff sighed and closed the magazines. He hopped off the bed and went to the window.
It rained heavily and the wind blew hard. Jeff sighed and rubbed his face with both his hands. He did not hear the door open or close. He did not hear a person making their way towards him. He did feel arms wrap around his waist and he smiled.
"Hey, baby," Jeff greeted.
Cena kissed the back of his neck. "Did you miss me?"
"Of course." The Rainbow Warrior turned around and kissed him fully. "What brings you by?"
"I wanted to visit you."
Emeralds stared into ocean blues.
"You are so beautiful," Cena said.
The younger Hardy smiled broadly.
"What have you been up to?"
"Thinking about our wedding."
Cena nodded and led Jeff back to the bed. "What have you decided?"
"I want to get married in my hometown," Jeff replied as he took his seat once more on the bed. He bounced a bit before settling down.
"We can do that," John replied as he opened a magazine. "I like that suit."
"I'm torn between that one and this one." Jeff opened another magazine and pointed to the other suit choice.
Cena looked over both garments and nodded. "How about this: you and I wear one of the suits and the wedding party wears the other?"
Jeff thought a moment. "That sounds like a great idea." He leaned over and kissed Cena's temple.
"For the colors I was thinking lavender and a light blue."
Jeff stared at him. "I like the lavender not sure about the light blue."
"Just a suggestion."
"I know." Jeff laid on his stomach, going through the magazines once more with his fiance by his side.
John would gaze up and down at his boyfriend's profile. He trailed his hand from the nape of Jeff's neck and down to the perfect globes of his ass. Jeff smiled and wiggled a bit. Taking the invite, John slipped his hand underneath Jeff and undid his pants. He pulled them down and off along with Jeff's thong. Jeff took off his shirt and continued to look over the magazines.
John quickly shed his clothes. He hovered over Jeff and kissed his tattoo. The Charismatic Enigma lowered his head and giggled.
"Ticklish, I see," Cena muttered in between kisses.
The Champ kissed and bit his way down Jeff's body. He got to his fiance's ass and kissed both sides of the globes. He parted Jeff's pert ass and swiped his tongue up. Jeff moaned and shifted a bit. John did it again and again until his began to swirl his tongue against Jeff's opening. Jeff pushed the magazines off the bed as he tried to grip onto the sheets.
John worked on getting his fiance wet and ready for what was to come. He moved his way back up and sucked along Jeff's shoulder blades. The Champ spit into his hand and lubed himself up, spreading his saliva and pre-cum along his shaft. He positioned himself along Jeff's quivering hole. He slowly entered, both men moaning. When he was buried to the hilt, he placed his hands on either side of Jeff's body.
"Move," Jeff begged. "Please, Johnny...move."
Cena smirked and started off slow. After each thrust in, he would circle his hips and pull out. Jeff lifted his hips to met John's force each time. This slow pace was agonizing on both parts but very enjoyable. Sweat dripped down from John's muscular body onto Jeff's sweat glistened back.
"Baby, please...faster," Jeff pleaded.
John chuckled and slid his arm underneath. He pulled his lover onto his knees and thrust faster and harder while he jerked Jeff's throbbing member. Jeff moaned loudly and scratched at the sheets. He yelled when John hit his prostate and a string of profanity fell from his lips. John aimed for the spot over and over and Jeff got louder.
"I love you," John managed.
Jeff was too far in bliss to reply. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came. John shut his eyes and with one final thrust, he came deep inside Jeff. Jeff could feel the warm essence filling him and his John's cock still twitching. He smiled and slid down back onto his stomach. John followed him, not wanting to pull out just yet.
Ragged breathing soon became normal.
"I love you too, baby," Jeff replied as he turned his head to get a look at John.
The Champ smiled and kissed his fiance.
...
Kofi stood over the stove, warming up a bottle of milk. He sighed and went to the fridge to check to see how many bottles he had left. He nodded and went back to the warming bottle. The African checked it again. Finding it the right temperature, he took it and went to his son in the living room. Kyle lay in his portable bassinet. Kofi scooped his son out of it and held the nipple to his son's lips. Kyle immediately suckled on the rubber nipple.
The African smiled and went to sit in the loveseat.
"Hungry?" Hunter asked from the entrance to the living room.
Kofi nodded. "We need to make more formula."
"How many are we down to?"
"Three bottles. The rest are washed and ready to be filled."
"The bottle liners?"
"Those too."
Hunter nodded and went to sit beside them on the loveseat. He snaked his arm around Kofi's waist and pulled them closer. He kissed the African on the cheek and smiled at his son.
"He's perfect...like you," the older man replied.
Kofi chuckled.
"He has a nice head of hair."
"That he does."
Hunter kissed Kofi again. "You planning on coming back to wrestling or going to take more time off?"
"I was thinking about hiring a nanny so I can go back to wrestling."
The Game studied his lover for a few moments. "You sure?"
Kofi nodded. "I thought about it. When we're on the road, she or he will come with us to watch Kyle when we're on to wrestle or just want to have a night to ourselves. On our breaks, we'll be one happy family. No nanny."
Hunter nodded. "You really sure about this?"
"Hunter, I want to wrestle. I know that I can be a good dad and wrestle at the same time."
The older slowly nodded. "We'll give it a try. If I don't like the nanny..."
"We can hire one of our relatives."
"Okay."
"We need to get a bigger tour bus."
"That we do."
Kyle released the nipple and yawned. Kofi handed the Game the bottle so he could burp their son. When he was done, the African went to the baby's room and placed him down for a nap. Kofi yawned.
Hunter stood in the doorway, watching him. "Go take a nap. I'll be in after I make the bottles."
The African nodded. He went over and kissed Hunter before going to their room. Hunter smiled and went to make the bottles like he said would.
…
Randy waddled around backstage, wearing a hoodie in the cold building. Divas would stop him to rub his belly. Superstars would congratulate him and wish him the best. The Viper would smile and nod. He walked toward Glenn's private locker room to wait for his husband. Even though he was supposed to be taking it easy, Randy decided to travel with Glenn. The couple argued, but Glenn gave in and got a bigger tour bus.
Randy got to the room and entered. He quickly went to the couch and sat down. The Viper sighed and smiled. He rubbed his belly and felt movement. His smile became larger.
Glenn stepped out of the shower and stared at him. "What's wrong?"
"Our baby's moving," Randy whispered.
The larger man went to Randy's side and placed his big hand over his husband's stomach. A smile crept across his face. He stared at Randy.
"What?" Randy asked.
"You look so beautiful."
The Viper chuckled.
"What do you want to eat?"
"I just want a salad."
"That all."
Randy nodded. "With cookies and ice cream."
"Okay. Let me get dressed and we can go."
The Viper watched as his husband pulled out some clothes. He licked his lips as Glenn dropped his towel.
"Glenn?"
The large man looked over to him.
"Could you come here for a second?"
He did so and watched as Randy got down on his knees. The Viper nuzzled against the soft member before taking it into his mouth. Glenn let out a low moan. Randy could feel the member get hard in his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down. The large man rubbed the back of Randy's head as he sucked his husband to full completion.
Glenn stood on wobbly legs as he stared down at his husband. He reached down and pulled Randy to his feet. He kissed him deeply, tasting himself in Randy's mouth.
"Do you feel up for a little romp?" Glenn asked.
Randy nodded as he sat back down. "After dinner."
"Okay. Let me dress."
The Viper watched as Glenn quickly dressed. He came to his pregnant husband and helped him back onto his feet. He kissed him and led him back to the tour bus. The ride to the hotel was eventful: Glenn teasing his husband and Randy pouting for more attention. When they got there, they immediately went to their room. Glenn ordered room service after which Randy attacked his neck.
"Makeup's going to have going to have a field day," Glenn muttered.
"I don't care," Randy mumbled between kisses.
"I thought you wanted to play after dinner."
"Don't care...horny now."
Glenn smirked and gave into his husband's needs. His lust and love filled eyes watched as Randy rode him fast and hard.
A knock came to the door. "Room service."
"Shit! Randy." Glenn held onto his husband's hips, releasing inside of him. He lifted him off and laid him on the couch. He pulled on his pants as Randy got decent.
The Big Red Machine answered the door, gave a tip, and wheeled in their dinner for the night.
Randy gazed lovingly at his husband.
Glenn shook his head and went for a kiss. "You wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah."
Glenn selected a film that they both could enjoy while they ate their dinner.