Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own 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 Seven

Zeke watched as Heath and Justin napped in the same bed. Heath had his arms wrapped around his friend and Justin held onto him like a life-line. The black man gave a small smile, went over to Heath, and kissed his lips. The younger man stirred a bit but settled down. He moved over to Justin and kissed his forehead. The South African sighed and nuzzled into Heath's chest.

They've been home for a few days and Monday night they would have to fly out for the next SmackDown filming. Heath spent most of his time fussing over Justin as well as his dog that Zeke got him when they first got together. Justin smiled and let his friend take care of him. Zeke did his share and made sure that Justin was as comfortable as possible.

Truth be told, Heath and Zeke had always liked Justin, but the South African was always with Wade doing his bidding. Heath was like that but not to the extreme. When Justin opened up, Heath was sad for his friend. Zeke was furious. How could anyone treat such an angel so cruelly? The black man would not stand for it. He would do anything to make sure Justin is taken care of just like Heath was.

Zeke left the bedroom. He walked around the apartment. He heard the familiar jiggling of a bell coming towards him.

"Hey, Bitsy," Zeke greeted as he stooped down to pick up the white teacup chihuahua. The little dog licked his nose. "You're so cute, baby girl."

Zeke walked to the kitchen and looked into the fridge. He decided to make the dinner and smiled at the thought of the looks on Heath's and Justin's face. He heard a cell go off and Zeke went to the bedroom to turn it off. He stared at the name on Justin's phone and pressed ignore.

"What's going on?" Justin asked as he turned his head to Zeke.

"Just turning off your phone," Zeke replied.

Heath stirred and blinked several times. "Baby?"

"Go back to sleep now," Zeke replied.

"We can't," Heath chuckled as he stared at his love. "Hey, Bitsy."

The dog wiggled out of Zeke's hand and jumped onto the bed. She ran up to the ginger's face and licked him. Heath giggled. Justin petted the little dog and she nipped as his fingers. She ran around in circles very excited.

"She's so cute," Justin said.

"Do you want one?" Zeke asked.

"What?" The South African looked to him.

"Do you want one?"

Justin smiled and shook his head.

"You sure?"

"One puppy's enough."

"Okay." He watched both men. "I'm going to make lunch. You two hungry?"

"I'm not," Justin said.

"I'm hungry," Heath said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"If you two are going to do that, I'll be out for a little while," Justin said as he climbed out of bed. He made his way out of the bedroom, but Zeke grabbed him.

"How about this...you two can use me as a pillow so you can get some rest? Fifteen minutes isn't enough," Zeke suggested.

"I like that idea," Heath replied as he petted Bitsy.

Zeke looked to Justin, who blushed. The black man caressed his cheek.

"Come on," Zeke said and led him back to the bed. He took Bitsy and placed the dog onto her bed. He took off his shoes and climbed in between Heath and Justin.

Both smaller men got comfortable on either side of the black man. He wrapped each arm around them and pulled them closer. He kissed Heath and then Justin.

"When we wake up, I'm making dinner," Zeke said.

"No," Heath replied. "Justin and I will."

Zeke smiled.

…

Alex breathed heavily, sweat rolling down his face and back. He slowly sat up as he licked his lips. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus them. He gave a small smile.

Mark smirked back. He was equally sweaty. His hair was out of its tie and stuck to his neck and face. His bare chest heaved with every breathe.

"I'm getting too old for this," Mark mumbled.

"Psh," Dom said with chuckle. "You're not too old. You did well."

Mike sat in a chair off the mats, watching. Evan was behind him as well as Morrison. Cena was three seats down on Mike's right.

"I don't know about you, Mike," Morrison said.

"That was hot," Evan blurted out.

"What he said."

Cena turned his head slightly toward the guys.

"All right, Mark, mount me," Dom commanded.

Evan and Morrison snickered and hid their faces in their hands.

"Y'all have dirty minds," Mike whispered.

Mike watched as Dom flipped Mark onto his back by performing the Scissor Sweep.

"She's stronger than she looks," Cena replied.

Mike nodded.

The four watched for several minutes.

"Man, it's sex on a mat with clothes on," Evan breathed.

Morrison and Mike nodded.

"Alex is getting better," Cena said. "Why is he training in MMA?"

"He wants to learn more submissions and stuff," Mike replied.

Cena nodded.

"Okay, enough for today," Dom replied. "Thank you, Mark. You were the perfect punching bag."

"Really?" Alex said. "I've spent most of my time on my back then he did."

Evan snickered and Morrison bit his tongue, looking away.

"You have to start somewhere," Dom said.

"Hate to break this up but we have Raw in like four hours," Cena replied.

"I thought that you would be there by now," Evan stated. "I mean, you're always there early."

"No reason," Cena quickly replied as he stood up.

Everyone filed out of the gym when Mark and Alex finished taking a shower. They got to the arena and got dressed for the show. Mark and Dom decided to hang out in the back and watch the show via monitors.

"Why do they spray him down with spray tan?" Dom asked as she munched on some popcorn.

"They think it looks good," Mark replied.

"That's retarded. Most of these guys look like walking carrots."

"I would agree." Mark turned to Dom. There was a knock on the door. "Who the hell?" Mark got up and answered it. "Hi."

Stephen smiled. "Hello there, big fella!"

"Come in." Mark moved to the side.

The Irishman stepped in and waved to Dom.

"What up, whitey?" Dom greeted.

Mark snickered.

Stephen shook his head.

"Take a seat and watch yo man work," Dom said.

Stephen sat down and all three went watched the program.

"He's mic skills need a little work," Dom said. "Of course, this script also needs a little work."

Mark nodded.

When the show was over, everyone went to a night club to unwind. Glenn was there along with Randy. Even Hunter was around for the festivities. Men and women danced, drank, and talked. Randy showed off his ring and everyone congratulated him.

"When's the wedding?" Evan asked.

"Not sure yet," Randy asked. "Still deciding." He looked to his best friend in the world, Cena. "What are you looking at? And what the hell is playing?"

Cena pointed to the dance floor. Everyone looked and watched as Dom shook her ass. Evan's jaw slowly fell.

"If I wasn't with a man, I would tap that ass," Randy stated.

Glenn turned to him.

"Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?"

Glenn rolled his eyes.

"What is she doing?" Mike asked.

"I don't know if I should stuff her jeans with bills," Morrison said. "Is her side job stripping?"

Dolph and Zack looked at each other and pulled out their wallets.

Mark and Hunter smirked.

"It's called the New Orleans Bounce," Hunter replied. "Very popular dance in the South, especially New Orleans where the dance came from."

"I think it's called Put an Arch in Yo Back..." Mark said.

They watched her through two songs before she came back to the table to grab a drink. Dolph and Zack stuffed bills into her waistline. Dom stared at them and laughed.

"What the hell was that?" Mike asked.

"The New Orleans Bounce," Dom said as her breathing slowed.

"That was awesome," Mike replied. "I want to learn it."

Dom smiled. "I'll teach you."

"AWESOME!"

Mark rolled his eyes.

…

Alex and Stephen went back on the road together and Dom went back to being their watchdog. Stephen took the Virginian out shopping, to the movies, walking, anything and everything. Alex loved the time he got to spend with his Irishman. He enjoyed his time with Stephen so much so that he was sad when he had to leave his side even if it was for a day.

Alex came back on Friday and went straight to the arena. He walked the emptied halls looking for Stephen's room. He knew he was early, but he wanted to surprise him. He rounded the corner and bumped into Wade.

The Brit smirked at him and pressed Alex against a hallway. "I missed you, luv."

"Don't call me that," Alex growled.

Wade ground against the younger man's. "You feel so good. Imagine when I get you into bed."

The Brit licked the side of Alex's face before letting him go. He laughed as he walked down the hallway.

Alex slid down to the floor as tears welled. "Shit!"

Dom came by and stared at him. "What did I tell you about letting me know where you're going?"

The Virginian pulled his legs to his chest.

"Alex?" Dom knelt down. "What's wrong? What happened? Talk to me."

"Wade..."

She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Get up." She pulled him onto his feet. "Let's get you to the locker room."

Dom led Alex to Stephen's room. Alex immediately stripped off his clothes and went into the shower. The black woman sank into a chair and sighed.

Fifteen minutes past and the Irishman entered the room, carrying a bag. He had a smile on his face, but it soon fell when he saw the look in Dom's face. He turned to the shower. He took off his clothes and entered.

Alex's breathe hitched.

"It's just me," Stephen whispered.

The Virginian sobbed a bit.

"What happened?"

"I bumped into him and he pressed me against the wall. He said somethings."

"Is that all?"

Alex sniffed. "He rubbed against me and licked my face. I did nothing. I just stood there and did nothing."

"It's okay. I'm here."

"I can't believe I let him touch me like that."

"It's okay, luv."

"Why? Why did I just stand there?"

"I couldn't tell you." He turned the younger man around and stared into his blue eyes. "You're so beautiful, luv. Why would anyone want to hurt you is beyond me."

Alex smiled.

Stephen intertwined their fingers and kissed him.

"Y'all need to get ready!" Dom exclaimed.

Both men grumbled and finished up washing.