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All We Are

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Chapter 9: Kiss Me

There were still a few hours before RAW would start, and all the WWE talent and staff were already at the arena. Frankie found himself walking down a corridor, looking for a particular door, camera slung over his shoulder. Once he found the door that he was looking for, he knocked briefly and waited.

"Come in," a gruff voice grunted through the door. Frankie opened the door and stepped in. He found himself standing in Vince McMahon's temporary office. "Have a seat," McMahon motioned for Frankie to sit and he complied.

A packet of papers was handed to Frankie and he instantly started to flip through the pages and skim through the words. "This is your WWE Contract," Vince explained. "After you are done reading through it, I'd like for you to sign on the last page. And if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

It took Frankie a few more minutes to skim through the whole contract before he grabbed a pen and signed the last page. "No questions," he said, grinning as he handed the contract back to Vince.

"In that case, once again, welcome to the WWE," Vince said as he shook Frankie's hand again.

"Thank you," Frankie beamed as he exited the office. He made his way towards the backstage of the arena near catering. He saw Joanie sitting at a table by herself and moved to join her.

"Where have you been?" Joanie asked, amused.

Frankie grinned at her. "I am officially the lead photographer for the WWE."

"Awesome," Joanie cheered as she gave him a high-five.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" The two friends looked up to see Randy Orton advancing towards them, already clad in his wrestling attire. He sat down across from Frankie, and Frankie couldn't resist staring at the wrestler's half-naked body.

"You are looking at the new, official lead photographer of the WWE," Joanie spoke for Frankie, who seemed to be at a loss for words.

Randy nodded, grinning. "So you signed the contract?"

Frankie nodded, breaking out of his thoughts. "I signed the contract," he confirmed.

"Remember," Randy told him, pointing to his own face and giving him a seductive look, "this is my good side. Make sure you catch it."

"Definitely," Frankie replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

The three turned to look as another presence made its way over to the table. Logan silently took the seat across from Joanie, the expression on her face a permanent frown.

"What's wrong with you?" Joanie asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

Logan sighed. "I'm nervous about my date tonight," she said.

"Why?" Joanie looked at her weird, and then frowned. "Don't tell me you're going to cancel again!" She wagged a finger accusingly at Logan.

"No!" Logan said loudly, glaring. A few people turned to look at them oddly, and Logan lowered her head in embarrassment. "It's not that," she said softly. "It's just.. What if John tries to kiss me tonight?"

"Then you kiss him back, duh!" Joanie and Frankie both looked at Logan expectantly.

"But that's the thing," Logan started as she ducked her head in embarrassment. "I've never kissed anyone before. I don't know how." John may have kissed her two nights ago, but that was just it. John kissed her, and she didn't kiss back because she was drunk and didn't know how.

"You're shitting us, right?" Joanie searched Logan's face for any hint of a lie but found none. "Oh my god, you're serious," she said more to herself, shaking her head. "How do you expect to get laid when you haven't even kissed anyone yet?"

"Exactly!" Logan agreed. "Which is why you need to help me! I need to know how to kiss! Like, what am I supposed to do?"

Joanie thought for a while on how to help her friend, then her face brightened as an idea popped in. "Come here," she said, reaching to cup Logan's face. She leaned towards Logan and opened her mouth slightly.

Logan quickly pulled away. "What are you doing!?" She asked, covering her mouth to shield it from Joanie's.

"You wanted to learn how to kiss right? So kiss me. The only way to really learn is to do it yourself," Joanie rationalized.

Logan shook her head, frowning. "But if you kiss me, then that would be my first kiss. You're my friend and all, but I want my first kiss to be special."

Joanie rolled her eyes at the child-like way Logan was acting. How Logan had lasted her whole 22 years of her life without getting a first kiss, a first boyfriend, or even a first lay was beyond her. "Sorry," she said sarcastically. She turned to face Randy. "You kiss her," she said, motioning her head towards Logan.

"Uhh.. Umm.." Randy started, at a loss for words. How did he get involved in this?

"If I didn't want you, my best friend, to kiss me, what makes you think I'd let him do it?" Logan turned to face Randy and smiled lightly. "No offense, Randy."

Randy chuckled. "None taken," he said, waving her off. "But just so you know, I am a damn good kisser," he said, giving them a cocky smirk.

Oh, I bet you are, Frankie couldn't help to think as his eyes wandered over to Randy's lips.

Joanie rolled her eyes. "Frankie, help me out here," she said as she turned to face her friend. "Since Logan is so adamant about saving her first kiss for John," she took this time to playfully glare at Logan, "you gotta kiss me."

"Hell no," he said with a look of disgust. "I know where you've been. No thank you," he said jokingly.

Joanie pouted playfully. "Fine. So when poor little Logan doesn't know how to kiss and John leaves her, it'll all be your fault."

It was Frankie's turn to roll his eyes. Although he was immune to Joanie's ridiculous guilt-trips, he couldn't help but think of all the worst-case scenarios that could happen during Logan and John's date. What if John really did leave her because she was too inexperienced? He sighed as he firmly cupped Joanie's face with his hands. "Watch and learn," he told Logan before he leaned in and placed his mouth onto Joanie's.

What started off as a slow, open-mouthed kiss soon turned into a heated kiss full of tongue, licking, sucking, biting, and moaning. No one knew when it happened, but soon Joanie was halfway on the table with Frankie leaning over her, standing in between her legs.

Logan looked on in horror as she watched her two friends attack each other's faces. Kisses were supposed to be soft and gentle. What Frankie and Joanie were doing was anything but. She couldn't help but to look around to see that people were starting to stare. She caught a glimpse of John standing near the catering table, giving her a confused, yet amused look. How embarrassing, Logan thought to herself as she covered her face.

Randy, on the other hand, was mesmerized. He watched the fierce lip-lock intently, noticing the aggressive way Frankie bit at Joanie's bottom lip. He caught glimpses of Frankie's tongue assaulting Joanie's. And when he listened closely, he could hear soft moans and gasps coming from Frankie's throat. Randy could feel a tightening in his trunks and he felt himself wanting to moan along with them. There was just something about that kiss that turned him on. He found himself wondering what it would be like to be a recipient of that kiss, but he shook that thought out of his head before his mind started to wander too far.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and Logan wondered when it was going to end. Don't they need to breathe, she thought to herself. Finally, Frankie slowly pulled away from the kiss, both he and Joanie were out of breath and panting very hard. He moved to sit back down, and Joanie slid off the table and back into her seat as if it was nothing.

Frankie lazily shifted his gaze to Randy, whose eyes were wide with fascination, and gave him a wink. "So was that helpful?" He turned his attention towards Logan, who still had an appalled look on her face. He couldn't help but laugh.

"That wasn't kissing," she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "That was trying to eat each other's brains out through the mouth."

"Where'd you guys learn how to kiss like that?" Randy couldn't help but ask. He seemed to be out of breath too. Just watching them kiss left him winded.

"Porn star boyfriend," Frankie replied, grinning and raising his eyebrows at Randy.

"And I'm a slut," Joanie said sarcastically, but Randy almost believed it.

Although the three friends were now amused, Randy sat there looking uncomfortable. "Uhh, I gotta go prepare for my match," Randy lied as he quickly stood up from the table.

"Later Randy," Frankie gave him a knowing grin. Although the girls didn't catch it, Randy was pitching a tent in his trunks.

Randy only waved them off as he started to walk away. "Grandma.. Dead babies.. Pythagorean theorem.." They could hear Randy mumble as he left. Frankie chuckled softly to himself.

After a while, Logan's smile disappeared from her face and she sighed miserably. "I'm screwed," she said, putting her head down on the table.

"Don't worry about it too much," Frankie said calmly. "Just go with the flow. Kissing will come naturally."

"I hope so," Logan's voice was muffled as her head remained on the table.

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A/N: And so there ya have it.. If you want me to update faster.. Maybe you should review...? Just throwing it out there.. Lol.