Let's Go To The Beach, Beach! CHapter 2
Well I got so into the Samdrian drama this one shot spin off has now taken on a life of it's own! Two chapters instead of one. I may even leave this open for more as I'm running out of ideas for the parent story 'When Raw Wraps' and I still have a soft spot for the developmental guys as something different. And I love Sami Zayn. He and Coddles are just the cutest things. I'm sorry about Josh's appearance. I'll get over that eventually!
Obviously this is still Sami/Adrian. With a small appearance from another main roster pairing from WRW.
So are Sami/Adrian RIP? Find out.
As soon as Sami heard the car hurtle out of the street, he sank to the floor, head in his hands. He hated himself so much. He really thought Adrian would have put up far more of a fight to save their relationship. Maybe Adrian was glad to get out? He began to sob into his hands, muttering in Arabic hoarsely, praying to Allah to forgive him. He always did this. Always drove men out his life. Was he too clingy? Did he demand too much? He did come on strong with Cesaro the morning after, making him a traditional Syrian breakfast and asking to spend the day with him. The Swiss had been weirded out and made his excuses, obviously un-nerved by how quickly Sami fell for him. But then Sami had fallen head over heels for the jumping Geordie. Adrian's idiocy was what charmed Sami so. Not just that amazing body or the death-defying aerial maneuvers Adrian could perform. Sami had been so excited when Adrian had returned his attention. He really had thought Adrian was totally straight, especially after he rejected Oliver Grey's advances last year.
His phone buzzed.
Message from Paige
Hey...is everything OK? xxx
Sami tapped one back.
No :'( Ben and I have split up :'( xx
A similar message came through from Alexa.
Hi boo, what's happened? :(
Sami replied to that one too.
Single again :'( x
iLikeSamiZayn I'm sorry : '( I love you.
Some fans would be all over that but Sami didn't care. He started to browse his contacts, hovering over Adrian';s number. Allah knows where Adrian was right now. Probably in a bar. Or slagging him off to Mojo Rawley, Jason Jordon or anyother of his ' broskis' as Sami called them.
He dialled.
It rung.
And rung.
No answer.
Sami wasn't altogether surprised.
His phone began to ring.
Heart leaping, he answered without even checking the caller ID.
"Hey..."
"Hey...what's the matter?" An accent. But not a Northern English. A distinctly rougher Swiss. Cesaro. Wow he was on the ball.
"Oh hi Claudio...you can probably guess," sniffled Sami.
"You broken up?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sorry about that...really. What happened?"
"He ran his mouth and I..overreacted...blew it way out of proportion," sobbed Sami, "Don't wanna bore you."
"I care," his Arrival opponent replied, "It'll get me out of having to fork out for some more stupidly expensive meals for a while."
"Why are you dating him Claudio when you're clearly unhappy," Sami asked, wiping his eyes.
"I thought he was serious," Cesaro replied, "But once again, I realise he's taken me for a fucking ride. I feel so fucking stupid."
"What makes you so sure?" Sami asked.
"Because he's never in the mood for sex now, and seems to talk about nothing but Swagger versus Rusev at Battleground!" huffed Cesaro, "He fucking wants Swagger still. I knew it."
"He's using you Claudio, you should get out with your head held high...you're a gentleman and he's trash," Sami said, "Cody told me about him."
"What does he know?" snapped Cesaro.
"He knows what Miz is," Sami replied, "Claudio...you can tell me anything you know."
Cesaro sighed.
"Want to know something?" he said after a pregnant pause.
"What?"
"I hate how things went between me and you," the Swiss said, "You were so nice to me and I jsut wasn't expecting you to want more than just a one night thing...I feel such an asshole."
"It's Ok," Sami said, sadly, "I tend to frighten guys away. I just like affection and romance. And guys seem to lack it."
Ouch.
"Tell me about it," Cesaro said, "You try to be nice and attentive...I worked my ass off in bed and all to please him. But because I'm not a big blonde lug from Oklahoma..."
"Hate to say it but he's just not that into you," Sami said, "He was probably in lust not in love. You're very, very, sexy and amazing in bed. And he's a materialistic bitch."
"You're the exact opposite of Mike," Cesaro admitted, "You're one of the nicest dudes in developmental. No ego considering what a brilliant worker you are. There's maineventers with less talent than you. You're wasted down there in my opinion. Honestly, our two out of three falls match was the best match I've had in years. And Arrival."
"Me too," replied Sami, blushing a little and unable to stop the little smile forming on his face.
"Want to get onto Skype?" asked Cesaro.
"You naughty man," giggled Sami, wiping the tears from his eyes, "I'm not that kind of boy."
"Might make you feel better," Cesaro purred.
"You just want to get one over on Miz, I'm not going to be a pawn in that," Sami replied.
"I liked you Sami..."
"No Claudio."
"I can still hear your screams some nights...dreamed about it last week."
"Bad man."
"C'mon...you always said Adrian drove you mad with his thoughtlessness."
"I still love him Claudio. I don't do rebound fucking. Miz doesn't deserve to be cheated on like that."
"Really?!" Cesaro was incredulous, "He uses me and takes me for granted!"
"I never take my men for granted," Sami said, "I just like to be treated properly. No material possessions. Just simple affection. It's 2014 and being gay shouldn't be a dirty secret. It's what drives me mad about Ben. He treats me like his dirty side hoe too much. You wouldn't."
Sami was blushing something big and his heart was racing. Maybe he still carried a torch for the Swiss after all? He was single now. He wasn't going to hurt anyone. Fuck it. He was 30 years old and could make his own decisions. What was it Paige called him? An Independent Woman? Hell yes.
"Is that a green light?" chuckled Cesaro.
"Get your heavenly European body onto Skype now Castignioli!" Sami purred.
Cesaro laughed.
"See you in a minute."
So much of Sami's subconscious was telling him NO, NO, NO but the rest of him was pushing it aside. The devil was on his shoulder. He was not going to be downtrodden anymore. He was a sassy, independent high flyer. He was as good as any other man. And Cesaro was sex on legs. He should be flattered.
He hung up and dashed up to his (and formerly Adrian's) bedroom to fire up his laptop. He opened up Skype and found Cesaro who was online. He tapped the green phone button and waited expectantly.
The screen flashed up and showed a plush hotel room. And the handsome, rugged face of the King Of Swing came into focus.
"Hey," the Swiss grinned.
"Hi," beamed Sami, "Claudio you're not wearing much."
The Swiss was so clearly shirtless.
"Well I didn't come on to discuss Kenta being signed," he chuckled.
"We can discuss that after," purred Sami, "C'mon...I want to see it."
"You are keen," smirked Cesaro.
"I can still feel it," moaned Sami, stroking Aiden's boardshorts which were constricting his hard cock, "Fuck Claudio...I;m getting turned on already."
He began to remove the shorts and his Rancid tee so he was naked. He lay back on the bed, opening his smooth, pale ivory legs.
Cesaro groaned and threw the quilt covers off himself, shedding his grey lounge pants and boxer shorts.
"OHhhh yeah, get it out you hunk," whimpered Sami, "Just jerk and tell me what you want to do to me!"
Sami began to suck two fingers on his left hand and reached between his legs, inserting them inside himself and moaning like a slut.
Cesaro was fisting his impressive cock on the video, grunting.
"Oh yeah...go on you little minx.." he groaned, "Imagining me holding you down and pounding that eager little ass..."
"Ohh YES!" whined Sami, touching his prostate, "Spread my legs Claudio. Make me yours! Ohhh yeah!"
"I'll slow it down," growled Cesaro, panting, "And then lift you up...do you midair...before laying you back down and taking it nice and slow..."
"PLEASE!" whimpered Sami, "Oh I want you here right now you Swiss hunk!"
He was jerking his cock with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. He was so horny he'd forgotten all about trying to win Adrian back.
"You were the first guy in ages I could make shoot hand sfree," moaned Cesaro, "All night long...we were doing it...you were so good in bed yourself...oh fuck..."
He finished in garbled German as he erupted all over his ripped abs.
Sami cried out shrilly as he too lost it, exploding all up himself, mind filled with memories of his night with Cesaro. Yes Cesaro had made him cum hands free. Adrian hadn't at first but he eventually did and Sami thought the Brit was a keeper. But he never forgot Cesaro.
Cesaro was gasping. That was one hot jerk off. And he felt naughty, going behind Mike';s back. But Mike was so unsubtle in his pursuit of Swaggs. He really thought Cesaro was stupid enough to dismiss his constant talking about the Oklahoman as just admiration for the blonde's face turn. Cesaro was not stupid at all. He was just seeing how far Mike would go. OK he had been a bit of a vulture to muscle in on Sami's breakup but he had legit been concerned. And Sami had rebuffed him initially...
The hotel room door opened.
Oh shit.
"I'll er...see you Mutti...bye.."
He hastily ended the vidchat with Sami and yanked the covers over himself as Mike stormed in, a Chanel shopping bag clutched in his hand. He'd tried once more to call Jack. But Jack was still ignoring and insulting him. What did he have to do to make Jack love him again? GRR. He'd given himself the runs with laxatives! He'd skipped meals and done empty stomach cardio with Dolph! Anything to slim down and stop being the fat guy!
He threw his bag into the corner and began to pull off his expensive Prada loafers.
"Hey," Cesaro said jovially.
Mike grunted. And then he sniffed the air. Man sweat and fresh jizz. Cesaro had been jerking off. Without him damnit! He might be after Swagger but Cesaro had no right! Cesaro was HIS damnit!
"Don't give me the charming smile!" he snapped, "What you been doing? WHO you been doing?"
"No-one," Cesaro said, shrugging, "What's eaten you?"
"The food here is SHIT, not a single proper sushi bar without going downtown!" snarled Mike, "You could have taken me but you said you needed REST! I'm your lady damnit! I thought you were a gentleman!"
Cesaro was about to open his mouth and call out the sheer hypocrisy but decided he valued his testicles.
"Stop smirking at me you bastard!" Mike snapped, "Out with it! Youy have Skype open! Who have you been calling?"
"Does it matter? Allowed to have friends," Cesaro said, "What's with you lately? You never want sex and you don't even want to be taken out to dinner anymore?"
"Maybe I want to cut the calories?" Mike shrugged, "I'm a Hollywood A-lister now! Don';t want to be fat! Eating out all the time is not good for my figure!"
He began to remove his flash designer suit.
Cesaro did still find that chunky, curvy body sexy but after that illicit call, he was more into a pale, slimmer, taller figure with cute red chest hair...
Mike's red briefs barely covered his curvaceous ass as he sashayed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and apply his night face pack.
Cesaro had about eight messages from Sami on Skype.
Where did you go?
Hellooo?
Oh I get it, the fat Awful one just showed up? Thanks a fucking bunch!
You're an asshole Castignioli!
You just talked me into stripping off for you! I'm not your personal porn slut!
FUCK YOU.
Rami Sabei is offline
Oh shit. Well done Cesaro. He sighed. Ugh. He knew he shouldn;t have done that. Now he was stuck with a user whilst being labelled a user himself. He deserved everything he got.
Mike padded back into the room, his cute face slathered in cold cream and his dark brown hair slicked back with fresh water.
He climbed into bed.
Cesaro shut his laptop and placed it on the floor. He sighed and leaned over to face Mike.
"Don't even think about it Claudio," snapped Mike.
"Only wanted to cuddle my lady," the Swiss sighed.
"Yes well your lady's tired and needs beauty sleep," the Miz spat, turning pointedly away and clicking off the lights with the fancy-ass remote. His head was swimming with Jack Swagger. And how next to try and woo him. Even though it should be the other way around damnit. Jack should be wooing HIM!
Sami was fuming once more and covered with shame. What a prick! He allowed himself to be taken in by Cesaro's silver tongue and ended up being his webcame whore! Sami remembered WHY he went off the Swiss in the first place! Cesaro had only wanted him for sex! Why did he delude himself into thinking otherwise?! Cesaro had rejected all his affections that day! He deserved to be treated like shit by Miz! Karma's a bitch.
iLikeSamiZayn WWECesaro You deserve one another. PRICK.
He unfollowed and blocked Cesaro on Twitter.
Instantly his phone went off.
It was Paige.
"What?" snapped Sami.
"Why you having a go at Cesaro?" she asked, "What's he done?"
"None of your business Saraya!" Sami hissed, "Stop nosing into my personal life!"
"You didn't come onto him...oh Sami...why?"
"Because I'm stupid and thought maybe he did like me after all, OK?"
"You kicked Adrian out not half an hour ago and now you're offering yourself to fucking Cesaro? You idiot! You really think that's gonna make Adrian want you back?"
"No...but it's NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He hung up on the former Divas and NXT Women's Champion, his eyes once more stinging with tears. He felt so dirty.
He quickly began to rummage through his closet and found his white silk thobe which he bought from a souk a few years ago. He hastily covered his body with it and found a red and white checked ghutra and wrapped his head with it before kneeling on the floor, tearfully reciting a prayer of forgiveness. He had disgraced his faith so much since signing to WWE. Maybe he should find a nice girl. Men were too much heartache and trouble.
Adrian awoke the next morning on the cramped couch of Jason Jordon and Tye Dillinger who were not only a tag team but also room mates. He was so thankful to them for allowing him to spend the night on the couch. He couldn't impose on them forever though. He climbed to his feet and checke dhis phone. One missed call from Sami but that was the one from yesterday. He went up to the bathroom just as Jason was heading in with a towel on.
"Hey man," Jason said, "He called?"
"Nope, don't want to talk about it ta pal," Adrian replied.
"You're gonna see him at training, and probably work more matches with him," Jason said, "I dunno about the homo stuff but you should try and work shit out. You should talk to Tye man, he's better at this stuff seeing as he's buds with homos. No offence dude."
The tall dark skinned man shut the door.
Adrian walked over to the bedroom across the hall. He knocked the door. It opened and Tye Dillinger appeared, in workout gear, not long fresh from a morning run.
"Hey bud, thought you'd wanna talk now," he said, "C'mon in."
"Ta," Adrian said, following the former indie wrestler and good friend of Cody Rhodes inside.
"Ya seen Twitter this morning?" Tye said.
"Should I have?"
"You might wanna, check Sami's latest."
Adrian opened Sami's Twitter. Well it still said he was following him so he hadn't been blocked. Last tweet 12 hours ago. Calling Cesaro a prick. Instantly Adrian saw red. He didn't know what pissed him off the more. Cesaro swooping in like a vulture to pick at his leftovers or Sami wasting no time in going to him!
"FUCKING..."
"I know man..."
"Why?!"
"I dunno...don't give him a reaction though dude," Tye said, "Revenge fucks don't solve anything, bro. I always said this to Codeman back in the day...he was such a fucking whore with guys but he never seemed to listen. Everytime you bang someone they take a bit of you with them. I don't get the whole gays and casual fucking about stuff. It's why they still hate gay rights."
"Since when were you waving the Pro Gay flag?" scoffed Adrian.
"Look, you don't have to listen to me bro," Tye replied, throwing up his arms, "I've dabbled in it myself..."
"Let me guess, when you and Jordon can't get fanny you give each other a helping hand?" Adrian spat.
"Not quite, but it was with a bud of mine," Tye said, "When I was in OVW..."
"You and Cody? Why does that not surprise me," snorted Adrian, "He's so holier-than-thou now he's finally been tied down but I've heard what a slapper he used to be. He must have had everyone at OVW."
"Slapper?" Tye was amused.
"Slapper...slut...skank..whatever...likes a lot of men," Adrian said, "So when did you get a go on the Rhodes arse?"
"Eight years ago," Tye said, "Ancient history man. First and only dude I've had. Again, he used me. I took a bit of him and he just shrugged and carried on to the next. What I'm saying is, if ya don't get to Sami you'll just end up another notch."
"Sensitive aren;t you?" scoffed Adrian.
"Be a cynic, but you're the one who pissed him off," Tye said shrugging, "Get your head out your ass and go say sorry."
Adrian's head was swimming with thoughts as he entered training at the Performance Center. Dillinger was right. He was the one who got himself in this mess. He knew Sami would try and seek solace elsewhere. Sami wasn't a slut, Adrian knew that. A minx, but not a slut. He just liked being someone's. It was Cesaro Adrian had a problem with. Sami just wanted some comfort and Cesaro wanted a piece of ass.
Adrian began to stretch to warm up for training.
A shadow fell across him.
"Oh heyyyyy Neville, looking fine as fuck this morning!"
Urgh. No. Fucking Corey Graves. Of course.
"Go away, I'm busy," Adrian sighed.
"No way to speak to an admirer," sneered Corey, "I hear you're single now...man you should get dumped by bitches more often cos you look a-mazing today!"
"Fuck off!" Adrian spat, "Do you have any dignity?"
"Well as my wrestling career is over, I have to find other ways to work out," Corey said, getting right in the NXT Champion's space, "C'mon Neville, Sami wasted no time in going after hot Swiss swingers...I can take your pain away. Blow your frustration up my ass."
"How romantic," snorted Adrian, "You make me sick."
"I like vomit play," Corey purred, "C'mon Neville, I'm horny...haven't had any for two days now.."
He stroked Adrian's stubbled face and ground his crotch against the Englishman, moaning.
"You're the most repulsive piece of shit I have ever had the misfortune to meet," Adrian growled, wriggling away, "I don't want AIDS thank you!"
"I'm clean," Corey said, "Oh well, your loss Neville."
He turned on his heel andf began to stride over to the French Marcus Louis.
"OH HEY!" Adrian heard him say, "I'm in the mood for a tasty baguette!"
Adrian didn't know whether to be sick or laugh. He could see Marcus look incredulous too. Corey had no dignity at all. Firstly for being the developmental bicycle and now having his ring career ended due to concussion. In a way Adrian felt sorry for him.
"That could be Sami if you don't hurry up and get him back," came a voice.
Adrian stared, with a heavy hit of guilt, at Tyler Breeze.
"Yeah.." he sighed.
"You're lucky I'm talking to you," snapped Tyler, "I heard what you said about me man. I can't say I'm surprised."
"Then don't talk to me then," Adrian huffed.
"I'm only doing this cos I like Sami," Tyler said, "Dude. You're an ass. But Sami's too nice to end up like Graves. For some reason he loves ya. So get the fuck back on it."
"Fine, and how can I do that, Prince Pretty?" snarled Adrian.
"Only trying to help," Tyler said defensively, "Bro I'm starting to see why he left ya. You're a twofaced douche. Enjoy being single cos there aren't many else like Sami in this world."
"Oh c'mon mate I'm sorry...I was only joking..."
But the blonde had stomped away.
Adrian huffed. He suppose he was lucky Tyler was speaking to him at all.
He decided to head to one of the rings. As he passed Sara Del Rey and the divas, he could FEEL Alexa glowering at him.
It was lunch break and several of the NXT roster and trainers were in the PC cafeteria.
Adrian was sat alone.
Sami was sat with Alexa, Charlotte, Veronica Lane and Sasha, all the girls trying to cheer him up.
"Maybe you should take a break from men," Sasha said, "You're gonna get called up soon anyway."
"But they'll probably call me and him up together," huffed Sami.
"All the more reason," Charlotte put in.
"Why do you all care?" Sami lamented.
"Because you're cute and often our daily entertainment," giggled Veronica.
"Oh so that's all we are to you? Your little pet gayboy you can take shopping?!" erupted Sami, "Ugh! I've had it with all of you! I'm a fucking MAN, not a little accessory for girls! You think all gay men are just there for you to show off and take shopping! 'Awww youre so sassy and fabulous now tell me do I look good in this dress!' I've wrestled all over this god damn planet and sacrified so much to make it to WWE! I did not come here to be the 'gay bestie' for a bunch of bikini models!"
He got to his feet and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Alexa sighed and took off after him.
"Sami! Wait!"
"Go away!" Sami snarled, "Leave me alone!"
"She didn't mean it like that," Alexa sighed, "She was just making a joke.."
"Yes well I don't appreciate being made a joke!" Sami spat.
"Don't bite my head off!" Alexa warned, "Look, I'm sorry you and Adrian split up, really, but there was no need to insult people like that! They work just as hard as you, remember that!"
"Well I'm sick of it all!" Sami hissed, "Charlotte and Sasha get a breather I suppose."
"And why's that? So what if Veronica's done modelling! I thought you were better than that!" Alexa cried, "What am I then Sami? Because I don't need to hear the 'Kelly Kelly with blue hair and puffball skirt' shit from you when I get it enough from that prick Graves!"
"It's true," came a sneer and the pair of them looked up to see a smirking Corey.
"Get the fuck out my way," spat Sami.
"Awwwww, bless, butthurt much?" Corey sneered, "Listen bitch. You may not like that I'm still here but I am and you'll just have to build a bridge and get over it. Oh by the way, I wouldn't bother going near Adrian. He's mine tonight."
"Please, he wouldn't touch you with a ten thousand volt cattle prod!" Sami replied.
"He wants a real man, not a fake-ass bitch," Corey hit back, "DUnno how you can live with yourself, when your religion hates you and yet men don't want to touch you. Go back to Japan El generico."
"Oh really, we gonna go there?" Sami said, "Won't it be a pity if I told all your conquests that you're positive and that they should all get checked?"
"Oh waa waaa get a new threat," sneered Corey, "One thing you're right about, why are you hanging around with ex models. Least Becky Lynch can wrestle. Should hang out with her."
"Why don't you fuck off to TNA?!" raged Sami, "It;s where all the other self entitled assholes go!"
"I will, don't you worry!" Corey replied, "TNA is so much better than this fucking Titanic of a company and the butthurt will soon wake the fuck up and realise it! Please? Cena and Orton? The BroMans can wrestle rings around those two! Bobby Roode! Magnus! Austin Aries! Davey Richards! Eddie Edwards! Those are talented in ring workers! And Mickie James, Taryn Terrell, Gail Kim, ODB...VelVel...those are proper women wrestlers! Not glorified plastic Barbie dolls like HER (he pointed at Alexa). The Bellas?! Bitch please. It's who you do not actual talent that gets you a spot! The talent there knocks spots off of the so called best this place has to offer!"
"THEN FUCKING GO!" screamed Sami, "You only got signed here because they rejected you! Nobody's stopping you! Go on! Go to TNA!"
"As soon as my contract's up, I'm going, don't you worry," smirked Corey, "Oh by the way Alexa, before you work your next match sweetheart, take a look at some of the Knockouts. That's real wrestling. Quit modelling yourself on Kelly squared. Only thing she was good at was opening her legs."
"Firstly," Alexa was going to stand her ground and not let this jumped up prick push her around anymore. She might be young and petite but she was not a pushover; "How you can stand there and say that when you spend your days sleeping your way around the male superstars is a msytery. And secondly. Who made you the God of wrestling? Just because you're friends with Colt Cabana doesn't make you royalty."
"I bet you have no idea who Colt Cabana is! You probably think it's some kind of pineapple drink!" scoffed Corey, "You're about as useful to pro wrestling as Eva Marie. I'm so done with these losers."
He stomped away.
Sami was more furious than ever. But after the hurtful stuff he'd said about Veronica Lane just now he had no room to talk. Had he really spewed the bile Corey frequently doled out? He sank to the floor, sobbing once more. No wonder Adrian hated him! He was Corey! People lumped them together anyway because of their indie pasts and mutual love of punk rock.
"Hey, hey," Alexa said, "Honestly, nothing he says hurts me, he's a bitter old queen."
"I'm just as bad as him though," sniffled Sami, "No wonder Ben didn't fight to save us!"
"You're not! You're worth a hundred of that loser!" Alexa replied, "Go find Adrian. Even if he was in the wrong, swallow your pride and say sorry!"
It was a heavy day. Adrian and Sami had tried so hard to avoid the other. Each man's respective friends had given up trying to push them together. Many people realising that it was best to keep out of their business.
Adrian was heading towards the parking lot to wait for Tye and Jason. He leaned on a dark red car which he suddenly recognised as Sami's. Damn. This was too sodding much. Today had been a living hell at the best of times.
Sami approached his car and froze. Why? After everything he'd been through today!
"Move," he spat.
"Rami..." sighed Adrian.
"It's SAMI!" hissed the redhead, "You lost the right to address me that way. You call me Sami Zayn like everyone else! Learn fucking wrestling etiquette Neville."
So Sami was determined to stick the boot in after everything!
"Learn to keep your pants on then," Adrian shot back, "Cesaro. Didn't take you long at all did it?"
"Fuck you!" snarled Sami, having had just about enough. He wanted to go home and curl up into a ball. Get away from everything. Especially this man.
"Nice, really nice," Adrian went on, "Not content with throwing us out, you decided to kick me on the bollocks even more by going after your ex shag?! All over a stupid joke that everyone seems to have overreacted to! I just said CJ Parker was a scruffy git, just like Regal says on commentary every week and I'm the world's most evil bastard because of it?!"
"It was hurtful to Tyler!" countered Sami.
"Tyler wasn't even THERE!"
"You ruined everyone's day! You pissed me off, you made the others feel awkward! You KNOW how upset I was when Graves fired shots at you to me! I stuck up for you! You never thanked me for it!"
"So THAT's what this is about, I see now," Adrian spat, "Your fucking ego! Always knew you were just as up yourself as Graves! You and he are so alike you don't even fucking see it! You think you're SO superior to everyone because you went to the indies first!"
"So did you so shut the fuck up!" roared Sami, "I AM NOT LIKE THAT DISGUSTING WHORE!"
"Voice down," raged Adrian.
"WHY?! WHAT'S THE MATTER BEN?! DON'T YOU WANT EVERYONE KNOWING THAT YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE?!"
"Shut up...please...people are looking.."
"THAT'S JUST YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM! YOU THINK BEING WITH A MAN IS DISGUSTING! YOU TREAT ME LIKE YOUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET! I'M SORRY BEN BUT I DON'T HIDE WHO I AM!"
"You hide it from your religion..."
"DON'T YOU DARE OR I SWEAR I'LL KNOCK YOU OUT!"
Sami was shaking and scarlet in the face now. His chest heaving. His flat cap askew. He was right in Adrian's space.
Adrian was fuming right back.
And then.
He grabbed Sami and began to make out with him, his anger spilling into lust in that very moment, and for once, forgetting where they were and just only seeing Sami...the hurt in his eyes...the fury erupting from his cute little mouth. Sami kissed right back, whining and moaning...heart racing and doing backflips in his chest.
"Ohhh Ben..."
"Fuck...what did I just do?" gasped Adrian.
"You did the best thing I could ever have asked.." Sami sniffled, eyes wet with happy tears, his rage fizzling out, "You...kissed me...in public...oh...Ben...I love you. Do it again you insufferable, awkward son of a bitch!"
Adrian realised that for once he didn't give a fuck and began to kiss Sami right there in the WWE Performance Center parking lot, Sami reciprocating fiercely and stroking Adrian's face.
"أنا أحبك كثيرا," whimpered Sami, "أنا آسف حقا. وسوف تكون صديقي مرة أخرى؟"
"I...didn't understand that," Adrian mumbled.
"Sorry...slipped into it," Sami replied, "I was saying I love you, I'm sorry and will you be my boyfriend again?"
"Course I will you soppy sod," Adrian said, chuckling a little, "I should be apologising to you. I'm sorry I dissed CJ. Didn't think. I'm sorry I'm still so weirded out by being public. Course I love you Rami."
Sami took his hand.
"Walk with me Ben," he said.
He began to lead the reddening Adrian around the perimeter of the Performance Center, determined to make Adrian comfortable with public affection. He had done so well to be less reticent in front of friends. But when strangers were around he was petrified. He should take Adrian on a vacation to Fort Lauderdale one weekend. Adrian would be so out of his comfort zone but Sami felt that's what the Brit needed.
He stopped them outside glass doors which gave a clear view of the rings. Sami then turned around and began to kiss Adrian in front of them.
Adrian was embarrassed as anything. But gamely reciprocated.
"It's all I ever asked of you," Sami said, "Just relax. We might be in the South but it's Florida."
"I know...still...just need to get used to the public stuff," Adrian mumbled, "Give me time."
"Look at Cody," Sami said, "He's a Southern boy..look at Dusty. As Dixie as you can get. And Cody is the most open gay guy who works here. And his family don't hate him."
"But the bloke's got a beard wife," Adrian argued.
"He's smart and knows the business," Sami said, "I don't agree with it but it's his choice. Just stop thinking it's a crime Ben. It's not. People might not like it but you know what? They are not worth knowing. Let me take you home."
"But my clothes..."
"Who cares, they're coming off," Sami smiled, that sparkle in his eyes was right back, "Oh Ben, take me."
"HERE?"
"No silly, at home. On OUR bed."
As soon as Sami unlocked the door, he turned to embrace Adrian in the doorway in full view of their neighbours. He kicked it shut and began to lead Adrian upstairs.
He was in minx mode now.
AKA Sami Mode.
You had to be cruel to be kind and he had plans for Adrian. Tomorrow at training he was going to turn the heat up and make Adrian squirm. Hehehe. Workout pants that were a bit low...no undies...lots of sly touching. You get the picture.
He stripped down to his briefs and got on the bed on all fours, ass up.
"C'mon Ben, aren't you going to ravish me?"
"I...but...you...and...Cesaro..."
"He's not you Ben...he's a selfish ass who takes what he wants..."
"Shouldn't we talk..."
"Talking is what you do afterwards sweetie," cooed Sami, wrapping his smooth legs around Adrian's, causing the Brit to trip and stumble, landing atop him at the foot of the bed. Sami's arms flew up around Adrian's neck.
"Oh hey, watch your step clumsy," giggled the redhead.
"You did that on purpose," complained Adrian.
"Sssh," Sami connected their lips once more. He pulled their bodies up the bed.
Adrian knew he was trapped and began to undress his top half. Sami's legs were holding him in a tight grip.
Sami grinned before wrestling him around so HE was on top. Adrian';s eyes widened in horror. No...he wasn't ready for that.
Sami's eyes were glinting, enjoying the power he had over Adrian. He could tell what was going through Adrian's mind. He whipped the Brit's shorts down along with his boxers and began to suck Adrian off, making sure to stare naughtily into his eyes as he did so, moaning.
"Fuck...oh fuck..." gasped Adrian.
Sami released him and crawled up his body, still with the most naughty smile.
Adrian was apprehensive.
Sami spanked the Brit.
Now Adrian really was scared.
Sami knew what he was doing. Let Adrian quake before going in for the kill. The Geordie did have a really hot ass after all...
Sami shucked off his briefs at last and began to grind his and Adrian's cocks together.
"Lube please...sweetheart?" he purred, biting Adrian's lip. Oh shit. Adrian really was scared. He wasn't prepared mentally for what he was sure Sami was about to do. Reluctantly...he spread his legs as he handed the lubricant to Sami who was moving between his legs.
Sami took a deliberately long time to coat his fingers, still smirking. Oh yes. Makeup sex that involved head games was always fun.
He slowly and torturously reached down, Adrian gritting his teeth to prepare for the invasion..
Only to feel Sami jerking his cock.
"YOU!" Adrian hissed, immense relief coursing through him.
"Awwww Ben...you looked petrified I was going to make you bottom," giggled Sami," Aren't I naughty?"
"You are a pain in the ass..."
"No, you are...a pleasurable pain in MY ass," Sami teased, applying more lubricant to Adrian before coating his fingers and starting to prep himself, moaning softly, "But I am in control."
"Sure..."
Sami crawled up a little and straddled Adrian's ripped torso. His pale ivory ass hovering above the Brit's hardon. He slowly lowered himself down...and moaned as he was penetrated..
"Ohhh yes..."
He then reached down and pinned Adrian's wrists to the bed before beginning to ride, whimpering and whining in ecstasy at the jolts shooting up his back. He was definitely the one wearing the pants in this relationship even though he was the bottom. He was taller than Adrian after all.
Adrian was grunting and groaning mannishly beneath him, rather enjoying being dominated by Sami in this way.
And Sami was making cute little mewls, working his slim hips, his cock leaking precum all over the ENglishman's abs.
Sami moaned Adrian's real name over and over again, the moans peppered with occasional Arabic...it was so hot to feel and watch.
"Ohhh...Ohhhh...ooooh...ohh...oh..."
"You..close?" rasped the Brit.
Sami nodded, still gripping Adrian's wrists, refusing to let up.
"Bit more sweetie...oooh...ohh...you hit my spot so good..."
Sami was in heaven...this felt even better than ever knowing that it was makeup sex. Everything was fine. Everything was going to be fine...his orgasm was fast approaching. He thought letting it go in the ocean was hot yesterday...today felt even hotter...his sexy man beneath him...him doing all the work. He liked being in control. Just because he was the bottom didn't mean he was the sub. It was something he picked up from Cody who was similar to him - the taller guy and still the taker but definitely the one who wore the pants.
"Ohhh Ben...don't stop...don't ever stop...keep going...ohhhh..."
"Ohh fuck...fuck...fuck..."
Adrian's accent was godly in the bedroom. It sent Sami's pulse racing like few other sounds. Sami began to quicken his pace, his orgasm building rapidly inside him. His cute little mewls growing louder and louder.
"Ohhhh...ohhh...ohhhh..."
With a scream and rapid, blurred Arabic spilling from his bearded mouth, Sami convulsed and exploded all over the muscular Englishman beneath him.
"Ohhh Ben...oh...yes...love you.."
He leaned down and devoured Adrian's lips.
"'Kin'ell," gasped Adrian, surprised how hard Sami had come over him, "Needed that, huh?"
"Don't stop," moaned Sami, "Not stopping until you're done.."
He continued to ride and mewl.
Next morning at training there was a slightly tense atmosphere. Charlotte, Sasha and Veronica were all scowling, awaiting Sami's arrival. None of them had taken kindly to being insulted by him yesterday, regardless of his heartbreak. Alexa had tried to talk them round but the BFFs and the yet-to-debut brunette were having absolutely none of it.
"Who does he think he is, that's what I'd like to know," Charlotte was saying.
"Indie types are all the same, it's the smark thing," Sasha said.
"Girl, you're from the indies," put in Veronica.
"So?" Sasha said, "I resent being called a bikini model!"
"Me too!" snapped the NXT Women's Champion, "Does he not know who I am?"
"Don't start that." sighed Sasha.
"There he is," Charlotte hissed.
The three women all folded their arms and approached a very bashful looking Sami, resplendent once more in yet another of his signature flat caps and red Rancid tee.
"Hi.." he mumbled.
"Want a word," Charlotte snapped. Sami was very aware of her towering, statuesque height more than ever and for once felt quite intimidated.
"I was out of order yesterday," he said, "I didn't mean it. I was just...angry.."
"Damn straight you were out of order," Charlotte said, "I thought you of all people would have the respect."
"Go easy," Sasha hissed, "Fine. We accept. Just watch your mouth. We're supposed to be your friends."
"You channelled Corey," Veronica finished.
"I know...I didn't mean it...please...sorry."
After an awkward pause the girls all nodded, seemingly satisfied before leaving.
"You seem different," Alexa said.
"In a bad or good way?" Sami asked.
"Good?" Alexa replied.
"Because Ben and I sorted stuff out," simpered Sami, "Oh Lexi we had the most incredible sex last night. He kissed me in the PC car park...and held my hand outside. In public!"
"Awwwww," cooed the petite blonde girl, "You know I'll always have your back."
"And I'll always have yours," Sami replied.
"So how else is the jumping Brit making it up to you and bowing down to the queen?" giggled Alexa.
"Taking me to dinner after training...black tie and everything," sighed Sami, beaming, "Oh he's wonderful..."
"C;mon, you better get training before you pass out," giggled Alexa, linking her arm in his.
"Just a second," Sami said, "Gotta get a drink."
Sami padded towards the water vending machines in the corner of the huge ring room. His phone began to ring. Cody.
"Hey.." he said.
"Sami...Sami...what happened? I saw your tweet to Cesaro!" came Cody's voice.
"Long story," sighed Sami, "Ben and I split up...but..we worked it out and we're back together. Guess what? He kissed me right outside the Performance Center. And held my hand where everyone could see!"
"Awwwwwwwww! So everything's fine..was worried."
"Nothing to worry about. And I made a silly mistake with Cesaro. Fingered myself on cam for him but don't tell anyone."
"Oh Sami you didn't...why? I feel guilty. I put you up to that."
"No you didn't. He muscled in and like an idiot I fell hook line and sinker. He cut me off as soon as Miz came back to the hotel room. Anyway...Ben and I had the most epic makeup sex."
"Go on, spill."
"I played this game. Freaked him out into thinking I was gonna top him. And then took what was mine. Pinned him down and rode."
"And that's why Paige calls you the sassy independent ginger ninja," giggled Cody, "Sami you're after my own heart. Keep yo man in line. One for the dominant power bottoms amongst us."
"How was seeing Josh off?" asked Sami.
"I cried," admitted Cody, "I'm gonna miss him. His brother Rudy is gonna hate me cos Joshy can't tweet so Imma be DMing Rudy every day about him."
"But you'll survive," Sami said, "He's the One. I can tell."
"Wouldn't date anyone else," Cody replied, "Same with you and Adrian. Do you see wedding bells..or sitars...sorry I don't know how your religion does weddings.."
"One day," Sami sighed, "So how was the last night together?"
"Long and slow...wanted to treasure it.."
"So you got to bottom then? Good for you. Assert your needs Cody."
"Well he had to be off super early...sadly...though he had me in stitches bitching about his family. Last time they had a function his Auntie Dot ate a coaster."
"No?" giggled Sami.
"His Auntie Dot from Kokomo ate a raffia drinks coaster," Cody chuckled, "She thought it was a high fibre Graham cracker! She had to be held back from going down the table and buttering two more!"
"I better let you go...suppose I should update Paige," Sami sighed.
"Yeah I'm about to check in, just wanted to see if you were OK after the beach drama...see you soon, maybe at Battleground?"
"We'll be there! See ya."
Sami hung up. Where was Adrian? It was time to assert his independence once and for all and damn well make Adrian be open. Ah. There he was. Texting.
Sami padded over and hugged the Brit from behind, peppering his neck with kisses.
"Hey," Adrian mumbled, blushing
"Hi Ben," Sami purred.
"Rami...Bill's looking.."
"So? I told you Ben...what happened to yesterday?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Kiss me."
"Now?"
"Yep."
Adrian, now scarlet in the face, turned and awkwardly pecked Sami in full view of the nearest ring, where Bill DeMott was making Troy McLean bump.
Catcalls and jeers sounded.
Adrian wanted to die.
"ZAYN!" bellowed Bill.
"Sorry Bill," giggled Sami, the most mischievous grin on his face.
"Not the time or the place," growled the formidable trainer, "One more shit-pull like that Zayn and you will give me a thousand pushups naked!"
"Oooh..." Sami giggled, "Chance would be a fine thing."
"SHUT UP!" hissed Adrian.
"Oooh Ben, aren't I naughty?" Sami grinned, "You might have to spank me later."
"SHUT UP!"
Sami, still fixing Adrian with his naughty smile, peeled off his red tee and began to take down his sweatpants.
"I didn;t mean NOW!" roared Bill.
"Why not? it's hot outside!" Sami smirked, wiggling his ass which was clad in tight black and white briefs that barely contained it. Some of the other developmental wrestlers didn;t know where to look as Sami shimmied shamelessly into the ring, grinning.
Even Bill DeMott was failing to hide amusement. Zayn was a talented kid, professional, disciplined and respectful to the business. Suppose he livened up training with his antics.
"One on one match Troy?" beamed Sami.
Sami and Adrian were sat at the table in the cafeteria at lunch. Sami was still in just his underwear. He didn't care. He was Adrian's and Adrian's alone. If the guys wanted to check his booty out, well so be it. They couldn't have him.
"Please put some clothes on," grumbled Adrian.
"Why?"
"Because people are looking!"
"So? I'm being naughty Ben. You should give me a spanking. Right here."
"NO!"
"Scared?"
"NO! Jesus...I better warn Fergal what he's letting himself in for."
"Ooooh! Is Prince Devitt really gonna sign?" squealed Sami, jumping up and down in his chair.
"Yes," mumbled Adrian.
"Oh wow! I haven't seen him in YEARS!"
"Rami...please tell me...you didn't.."
"We worked together once. That's all Ben. My name isn't Whorey Graves."
"Oh God. Better keep him away from that slag."
Sami was already eagerly tweeting the Irish indie king.
iLikeSamiZayn fergaldevitt HEY! Can't wait to see you *happy emoji*
fergaldevitt iLikeSamiZayn Oh hey man : ) Yeah finally doing it. How's things with the guy? LOL
iLikeSamiZayn fergaldevitt PERFECT. I'm training RN in these.
He took a photo of his legs showing his briefs.
"Oh jesus Rami! What you trying to do! Freak the poor bugger out before he even signs?" Adrian cried.
"He's seen me worse," giggled Sami.
"OK out with it," Adrian hissed.
"Sorry Ben," Sami said, "We...er...messed about after the show. Couldn';t go all the way. Said it would wreck our friendship. He's only a little bi. Don't worry. It's ancient history. He has however, uh, tapped Ambrose."
"Who hasn;t?" sighed Adrian.
"Anyone on the indies without a dick," Sami said.
fergaldevitt iLikeSamiZayn DUDE! : O I was in a cafe on my iPad! BTW Pac told me bout SJK.
iLikeSamiZayn fergaldevitt BLECH. Whorey Corey. Avoid it like the plague or you'll catch chlamydia.
fergaldevitt iLikeSamiZayn If youre free after training catch up then : )
"Why did you warn him about Whorey Corey?" asked Sami, "I wanted to do it."
"You mean you wanted to bitch to him?" smirked Adrian, "I thought I'd better get in there first..earlier the better. Bloke's hot property isn't he? That slag will want a piece. Also. Finally got to say sorry to Breeze."
"ABout time," Sami sighed, "In future Ben, keep opinions like that to yourself."
"Yes Rami."
"Good boy." Sami leaned across the table, ass stuck out and pecked him.
"Now please put something on!" sighed Adrian.
"Spoilsport."
Suddenly Sami cried out as a cup of water got poured over his head.
"WHAT THE..."
He looked up into the face of a raging Corey.
"YOU FUCKER!" he roared, leaping out of his chair and choking the tattooed pest. Corey wrestled him off and pinned him to the wall.
"You're the fucker, fucking poking your nose in my business!" snarled Corey, "I'll fucking end your career you overrated ginger cunt."
"You and whose army?" spat Sami, "And get your diseased hands off me."
"Before you and your ratfaced boyfriend poked your noses in, I was getting to know Fergal," snarled Corey, "Get the fuck over it asshole. You can't stop me from being happy."
"Please. Like he would ever touch a whore like you," Sami said, "Fergal has standards. And anyway. He's a bottom."
"Whatever. You think everyone's a faggot," spat Corey, "Maybe I just want a friend seeing as you've poisoned the entire roster against me."
"Oh please. Your idea of a friend is someone who'll dick you when you snap your fingers," Sami hit back, "Why don't you do everyone here a favour and go drown yourself."
"I am here to stay whether you fucking like it or not bitch," Corey sneered, "And by the way, buy underwear that fits. Nobody needs to see your lilly white flesh."
Sami struggled free.
"They'd rather see me than look at your anal warts!" he hissed, "Oh and take a bath. I can smell three week old lube on you."
Corey just snarled at him before storming away.
Sami gave his retreating back the finger.
Sami was laying on his back, moaning and whimpering shamelessly, his long legs wrapped around Adrian's muscular body. The black tie dinner had been junked in favour of yet more makeup sex. They'd been having sex since they';d walked in the door. Sami was cheekily sporting a cock ring so Adrian had to work to get him off. And he'd made Adrian wear one too to prevent 'early retirement'!
"Ohhhh BEN!" he cried.
They were both coated in sweat. But they were professional athletes. And they could go at it for ages.
"Fuck..." gasped Adrian, stopping as his thighs were aching from constantly thrusting into Sami, "Can I please take this bastard ring off?"
"Oh yes...Ben...and go hard. Pound me!" whined Sami, raising his legs to allow his partner to pull out.
Adrian did so and struggled to remove the ring from himself before slowly re-entering Sami who was also taking his off. Sami rested his ankles on Adrian's shoulders.
"Fuck me like a slut," he mewled, "Make me scream!"
"You...scream anyway!" hissed Adrian.
"I want the whole damn block to hear!" cried Sami, throwing his arms back, "C'mon!"
Adrian did so, pinning Sami down by his wrists and really going to work, his muscular body pounding in and out of the elegant pale form beneath him. Sami was letting out scream after scream as his abused prostate took yet more of a battering. He was letting out garbled Arabic mixed with Adrian's real name constantly, not caring who could hear him. His much-delayed orgasm was thundering through his body. He wouldn't take long to come. Not after the seeing to Adrian had been giving him.
Adrian was grunting and gasping, his Geordie accent heavy. Sami's screams were music to his ears.
Suddenly Sami grabbed a pillow and screamed at the top of his lungs as he finally, thankfully exploded...fuck this orgasm he would remember for years...his ivory-patched-with-pink abs were coating in his release.
Adrian was taken aback by how violently Sami climaxed.
Sami was gasping. Unable to move. He couldn't take anymore.
His eyes were filled with tears.
Adrian pulled out.
Sami shook his head and mumbled in Arabic. Adrian assumed that meant carry on. So he continued. A few minutes later the Brit bellowed as he too, finally succumbed and blasted inside his beautiful redhead partner.
Sami whined and pulled Adrian to him as the Brit left his body, sobbing into his chest, Arabic barely audible.
After about 15 minutes of just laying in a heap of sweaty limbs and heaving chests, Sami peeped up at his beloved Englishman.
"Hey," Adrian breathed, "You OK?"
"More than OK...oh Ben...Ben...marry me."
"Huh?"
"Marry me."
"You're a bit...so am I...we;'re fucked..."
"M'fine Ben...please...I want you with me forever. Marry me. Be my hubby. I want to be your wife."
"Husband," corrected Adrian.
"Same thing," Sami said, before slipping into Arabic once more.
Adrian was already starting to fall asleep, and just let the music leaving Sami's lips wash over them as he pulled the duvet over them. He was too knackered to comprehend and he was sure Sami wouldn't remember in the morning.
Well well. I had to bring this longer-than-intended two-shot to a close! I love writing Sami. He's like Coddles of old but with his own unique brand of naughty cuteness. How can you not love that cheeky face (usually with an adorable flat cap atop it!)?
Sorry for the shameless Prince Devitt cameo but I thought, well, why not now it's official that he's signed. And I imagine Sami might know him from the indies. This story was predominantly Samdrian so that's why they were the main event.
Hope you like this, and I shall update the parent story When Raw Wraps soon!