{The Miz stops by for a little visit. mild slash!}

Dolph sat alone in his hotel room, ill at ease as he was also very afraid, his eyes glued to the door that was locked in front of him. Silence began to take him down, drowning him into a temporary depression. In the back of his mind, Dolph wanted Jack to just break down the door and beat him to a bloody pulp. He deserved every swing from Jack, he thought. A knock at the door made him jump, standing to his feet as he was instantly alert.

"Go ahead and break the door down and beat me Jack…I'm still not giving you what you want!" Dolph scoffed.

"What…? Dolph, it's me…"

Dolph's body relaxed, recognizing that voice. He walked over to the door and opened it only to see Mike looking at him stupidly. Of course Dolph was embarrassed. He let the male inside, closing the door behind him as they both sat down.

"What went on between you and Jack…?" Mike asked curiously.

"I'd rather not talk about it…it's been creating a bunch of problems lately…plus, more problems started happening right after that…" Dolph sighed.

Mike was confused by his answer, watching the blonde run his fingers through his bleached locks nervously.

"Come on Dolph…you can tell me…" Mike said.

"All right…I'll make it short…Jack wants to have sex with me, I refused so he ended up beating me so bad I ended up in the hospital with a fractured skull. And to make shit even worse, Dean is crushing on me and I refuse to date him, so I just had to fuck myself over by throwing myself on him a couple times, now he wants nothing to do with me anymore…" Dolph explained.

It was silent as Mike was appalled by what he had just said.

"Now that I told you…don't ask me anything about it…what are you even doing here anyways…?" Dolph asked.

"I just wanted to hang out with you a bit…we are friends aren't we…?" Mike said.

"Mike, I'm in no mood right now…"

"I'm really sorry this is happening to you and all, but you can't just sit around like this…"

"I said, I'm in no fucking mood!" Dolph scoffed.

"Dude, chill out!"

"Don't say that fucking word!" Dolph snapped.

"Say what?"

"Just go Mike…" Dolph sighed.

"Dolph, you're beet red…are you sure you're okay…are you sick…?" Mike asked with concern.

Dolph turned to the male, boiling with anger as he began to grow very frustrated with Mike's presence.

"I'm not fucking sick all right! I'm pissed! I told you to get out!" Dolph spat.

It was silent again as the two men were face to face, Mike reaching his hand to Dolph's face, feeling his forehead and softly moving it to his cheek. Dolph's eyes became glassy, dilating at his sudden touch. The two were frozen, eyes gazing into eyes as the moment was starting to get very heated.

"I know…" Mike said.

Dolph was quiet, his mind shutting down, Mike becoming nothing but a blur to him. Mike slowly moved his face closer to his, their lips now attached as Mike kissed Dolph softly. The blonde melted to the warmth of his lips. Mike slowly pulled away, only stopping three inches from the blonde's lips. Dolph couldn't fight his urges anymore, not only for a minute as he crashed his lips into Mikes, deeply moving them on his. The room was filled with the sounds of Dolph and Mike's lips smacking against each other, echoing beautifully. Dolph's eyelids grew heavy as they closed, his body sinking back as Mike fell on top of him. Dolph was already beginning to lose it as he was hot, burning with arousal. Mike's hands began to roam Dolph's body, causing the blonde to arc his back under him which was perfect timing for Mike as he pulled up his shirt, not noticing that Dolph's shirt needed to be unbuttoned. The blonde pushed the male upward, throwing his arms at the side of him, his chest expanding quickly as he panted. Mike studied the male, getting a good glimpse of his frame so perfect, his eyes plastered to his nipples, so erect behind the thin fabric of his shirt. Dolph was silent, waiting for him to work the buttons on his shirt, thus, he did, slowly pulling the tiny buttons out of the holes. Mike loosened all of them, pulling the shirt away from Dolph's torso. Beads of sweat glistened on Dolph's bare masculine frame. Mike's eyes were hooded, studying the blonde as his fingers began to flick at his nipples, earning a wince and a moan so blissful.

"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" Dolph breathed under his breath.

"Sensitive are we…?" Mike purred.

Dolph turned his head to the side, his eyes closed as his back was arced off of the mattress, his body very fidgety to Mikes teases. Mike then stopped, dipping his head down and taking a bud between his lips, sucking and lightly biting Dolph. The blonde gasped.

"God yes…." Dolph moaned.

The two men began to feel their cocks grow hard, both entering an extreme state of arousal, not taking long to remove each other's clothing. They were both were only in their boxers now, Mike on top of Dolph as their fingers were entangled together, his hips thrusting upward on Dolph as their cocks rubbed together. They kissed each other deeply, slow and heated. Their tongues played together as their breaths, so warm mixed. Dolph was gone, moaning repeatedly to Mike's sensual movements, his length pulsing, aching for release. The blonde's mind ran wild, needing this.

"Fucking losing it…" Dolph moaned.

"Lose it then babe…" Mike whispered between the kiss.

Dolph panted as lust took him over, causing him a bit of pain as his cock needed some attention.

"Fuck Dean…!" Dolph moaned loudly.

Mike stopped his movement, looking at the blonde as he was instantly turned off. Dolph lifted his head upward, disappointed at the fact of him stopping. Mike looked pissed, getting off of Dolph and gathering his clothes.

"What the fuck?" Dolph breathed.

"Don't what the fuck me Dolph…you know damn well whose name you just fucking moaned…!" Mike snarled.

"And….?" Dolph replied.

"Is my name Dean?!...No!"

"Last time I checked, we aren't together Mike…we would've just fucked…" Dolph sat up.

A sigh escaped Mike as he finished getting dressed, walking to the door.

"You're right…It would've been a waste of my time anyways... wouldn't have meant shit to you…" Mike huffed.

Dolph said nothing, sitting quietly as he was very confused. Mike thought to himself for a moment then shook his head, yanking the door open and walking out, slamming the door behind him. Dolph laid back down, his eyes closing as a deep sigh escaped him. His hand pressed against his forehead as he was in pain, a tear falling from his eye and streaming down his temple. He knew he wasn't going to go through with sleeping with Mike anyways. He needed Dean next to him. Dolph was shattered, empty inside as he just wanted to talk to him. He then sat up, wincing at the deep throbbing pain in his head as he reached for his pants, pulling his cellphone from his right pocket and scrolled through it. He pulled Dean's number up, not even having his number for long as Dean gave it to him when they were in the hospital together. Dolph was extremely hesitant, staring at the number for a while. He then tossed his cellphone to the side and it hit the wall. Dolph threw his hands over his face as he began to cry silently.

"What the fuck is my fucking problem!?" Dolph shouts.

The male was angry at himself, bolting up and punching himself in the head as hard as he could. The pain in his head was now worse. Dolph was a mess as blood ran down his forehead. His tears fell in his lap as he quivered with sorrow. In his mind, Dolph thought that Dean was never going to talk to him again. It killed him inside to think that.

"I'm sorry Dean…sorry…." Dolph cried.