Title: I Am as Vain as I Allow
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairings: Jack Swagger/The Miz
Summary: Though Miz and Jack have settled back into their routine, a monkey wrench by the name of Drew McIntyre is suddenly thrown into the mix. Why is Miz so scared? A past secret is revealed, and Drew pursues the Demon of Desire. SLASH! MizJack series
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Warnings: Spoilers for Survivor Series 2009, and the RAW before it.
AN: This is a continuation of:
Be My Lover Boy
So If You Save Me, I'll Save You Too
And Maybe I'm Yours, Too
So Much Cuter With Something In Your Mouth
A Hero Will Save Me (Just In Time).
It's Not Faith If You're Using Your EyesPlease Don't Try So Hard To Say Good-Bye
Bleed Well The Heart You're About To Fail
Damn it! I swore I wouldn't make another one of these, but it was that damn Drew McIntyre! He came in, took the IC belt, and put his hands on my Mizzie! Er…Jake's Mizzie. Whatever. This is how it works out in my mind, and Drew gets a bit more handsy. It doesn't help that he's uber-tall.
This one takes place before Bleed Well The Heart You're About To Fail
"It's unnatural."
Jake watched his love from the bed, half-buried under cotton white sheets. Miz was standing by the window of Jake bedroom - their bedroom. They'd taken the crumbled foundation of their relationship and reformed a new bond that was stronger than ever, one that gave them a certain strength they didn't have before. They were together on ther weekend off in Perry, Oklahoma…at the blonde's home.
December…and there wasn't a snowflake to be seen.
"It's a warm winter" Jake drawled.
"Still" Mike puckered his lips, setting his chin on his palm as he leaned against the windowsill "It's weird. We always have snow in Ohio. This is…rain. It's unnatural, that's all I'm saying."
"Then th-top th-arin' out the window and come back to bed" Jake peered at the older man through half-lidded eyes. A grin broke out on Mike's face, his nude body already bareing the love marks of their last session. They were still in the make-up sex phase, Jake seemed adament about proving his love after he'd all but abandoned him.
Miz stretched out in a languid manner, muscles flexing beneath his tan skin, "Give me a good reason."
Jake grinned smugly, "I'm over here."
"Mmm, true" Miz sighed sweetly, padding over to the bed. He crawled onto the mattress, slinking over the relaxed body of his lover to hover just above him. Jake lent up for a kiss, but was denied at the last moment. The phone had chosen this has the opportune moment to ring, a high trilling noise that destroyed the mood. Miz sighed, rolling off his seduced lover and onto his back. He bounced slightly with the mattress, groping for his cellphone.
Jake tried not to make a fuss, simply spread his arms out on the cool sheets and waiting patiently for his turn with The Miz. He still needed to make amends for how he'd treated his lover during their fight, but he hadn't had a lot of time to show his sincerity on their little reprieve. They'd both decided on mutual fault for their rough patch, but mostly they blamed Morrison. Whatever civility that had been left between them was gone, the couple deciding to shun the man completely from their lives.
Mike cringed when he saw the number on the screen, pushing the talk button, "Hey, Shane."
Jake's eyes widened in surprised, mouthing the word, 'McMahon?'
Mike nodded, humor fading from his features as he listened to the older man. He kept nodding, obviously agreeing with whatever their boss's son was saying.
"McIntyre?" Miz spoke up, sounding intrigued "What do you mean?"
Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes to the far wall. He hated that pretty boy, that 'chosen one' from Scotland. Drew had worked his ass off for what he got, that much Jake could admit, but he got the IC championship only a few months after officially signing onto the WWE. Of course, when he thought about it, Jake had won his first championship within the year of being signed, and it was the coveted ECW belt at that. Well then, maybe he couldn't complain too much.
Still, he didn't like anyone who walked around all high and mighty - thinking they could have anyone they wanted. Drew took lovers like he was on a buffet, picking and choosing when he had the whole array out in front of him. From stars to jobbers, Divas to Superstars, roadies to rookies…they nearly fell over themselves trying to get themselves into the Scotsman's bed.
"Tomorrow?" Mike tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice, forcing a smile even if Shane couldn't see him "Yeah, I can get there for a meeting tomorrow. Yes…Jake will be with me."
Miz looked over at his lover, gaze veiled by his long lashes, "Yes, sir. We're doing fine now."
Jake was intrigued, but didn't move his eyes from the wall.
"Okay, Shane, I'll be there" Mike wiped at his eyes with the heel of his palm, a dumb grin plastered on his face "See you then. Bye."
Miz clicked off his phone, tossing the device onto the side table. He rolled back over, half-laying along the blonde's larger body. Seeing the frown his lover was sporting, started dropping kisses along his neck and cheek.
"Come on, Jay, don't be like that" Mike sighed, hating that he was cutting their time short "But it's our job."
"I know" Jake scrunched up his nose "I don't like it…but I know. What does Shane want you to do?"
"I'll find out when I get there" Miz rested his head on the younger man's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut "You'll go with me, right?"
"Yeah" Jake turned his head, kissing the light brown tresses tickling his chin "I'll go."
"Awesome."
Jake scoffed at this, but a smile dominated his mouth. He ran his hands up and down his lover's sides, getting him to squirm and protest with a sharp exhale. He continued his assault, getting strangled laughter to escape the flamboyant young man. Mike sat up, fingers taking up their own actions.
The lovers tumbled across the sheets, spending their morning alone wrapped in a tickle fight.
xXxXxXx
Miz had kept a confidant stride, all the way from the car to the secretarial office. Jake kept his pace to keep up with the other, sunglasses hiding his anxious expression. Miz looked so confidant, dark green/Chinese lettered shirt clinging to his chest and stylish denim jacket cut close to his hips. He radiated ease, cool, and charmed several secretaries with one well-placed smile.
But when he reached the door with Shane McMahon scrawled across a mounted gold plate, he froze. He stopped just in front of it, examining every inch with trepidation. His hands clenched and unclenched in a nervous pulsing manor, but otherwise showed no outer sign of stress.
"Babe" Jake murmured in his ear, grabbing the man's wrist and lifting it up "You have to knock first."
Miz nodded, "I know that."
"I'm right here with you" Jake's lips brushed the back of his lover's neck "Don't be nervous."
"I'm not" Mike draped his façade over his shoulders like a cloak, full lips turning up in a smile "Let's see what he wants."
Instead of knocking, Miz twisted the knob and pushing the door wide open. He took up a strut inside, startling Shane from his paperwork. He looked up, eyes round and wide at the sight of the flamboyant superstar plopped down in the chair in front of the desk.
Jake stepped inside in a much more subdued manner, closing the door softly behind him. His eyes fell upon the fourth person in the room, his shades shielding his surprise and distaste. Drew McIntyre was seated beside The Miz, long legs stretched out in front of him, arms crossed over his broad chest. His long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, fine features smooth in perfect composure.
Miz crossed his legs at the knee, arms crooked on the sides of the chair casually, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting, Shane."
Shane's pale cheeks flushed at the throaty purr, it was no secret he was sweet on the brunette and let him get away with more than most, "Not at all, Mike."
Miz cocked his head at the younger superstar, "Drew."
The charming Scotsman smiled, inclining his head toward the other, "Mike. 'Tis a pleasure. We've not been properly introduced."
"Ooo" Miz's eyes flashed "I am loving that accent."
Drew dropped his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the older man through the veil of them, "I'm glad it pleases ya."
Jake stepped up behind his lover, dropping his hands on his shoulders. He massaged the thick muscles, giving a slight smirk as the other cooed and leaned into the touch.
"So, Shane" Miz looked to the man, arching a perfectly formed eyebrow "What's this all about?"
"As you know, my dad personally picked Drew from Scotland" Shane began, bracing his elbows on the desk and folding his hands together "He sees a lot of potential in this young man. I was wondering, even if he's on Smackdown…if you would mind taking care of my dad's protégée."
Miz was intrigued by this, sitting up a bit in his seat. He'd always wanted to take one of the younger guys under his wing, but he'd never been given the opportunity.
"What do you mean?"
"Drew desperately needs a good storyline for this next Pay-Per-View, Bragging Rights was a bit of a flop for him" Shane hadn't an ounce of shame as he admitted this, though the Scotsman muttered a protest "And I think if you led him along the next few weeks, it would really jump-start his career here."
Miz hummed lowly, contemplating this, "What would you like me to do?"
"You have a team in Survivor Series, one that faces John Morrison" Shane dangled the bait "And my father would appreciate if you let McIntyre on your team."
This was the first Miz had heard of this, and with a flick of his fingers he removed Jake's hands from his shoulders. The blonde didn't move away, eyes darting toward the tempting Scotsman once and a while.
"Who's on this team?" Miz inquired, fingers going to his lips as he considered the potential of this.
"You will be the leader" Shane slowly explained, loving the eager expression on his favorite superstar's face "Nemeth, also on Smackdown. Sheamus, a push for him as well."
Shane paused here, holding out his hand, "And that handsome gentleman behind you."
"Jake?" Mike's eyes went wide, then he resumed his façade and reached behind him to take his lover's hand "I get Swagger on my team as well? You really are spoiling me, you know that?"
"If the team pleases you…then you'll have no problem accepting Drew as well" Shane pushed "You can spin it however you want."
Miz mulled over the names and personalities he had to work with, "What about…a revolutionary team? The fresh faces of the industry, showing their true talents. The underdogs, in a way."
"Morrison's team is only Bourne, Matt Hardy, Finlay, Shelton Benjamin, and Morrison" Shane informed the younger man, reading off a sticky note on his desk.
Miz scoffed, waving his hand as if to dismiss them all, "So all I have to do is fight Shorty McSlut Whore, the Other Hardy, a has-been, a man who's contract will expire next year, and Glitterbutt?"
Drew couldn't help but chuckle at the jarbs, a shadow passing in his lovely eyes. There was a flash of lust across his features, one that Jake caught and scoffed at.
Shane raised a brow at this, "Do you accept, then?"
Miz turned his attention to the younger superstar, crooking his finger at him, "Come here, kid."
Drew scooted his chair close, within a foot of the other man. He boldly met his eyes, gaze unwavering. Miz reached out, catching his chin between his thumb and index finger. He admired the chiseled features, the smooth jaw, the high cheekbones, the coloring there…yes, he was a fine specimen of male beauty. He'd seen a few matches of his as well, he seemed to have the potential.
"How old are you?" Miz inquired.
"Twenty-three" Drew replied promptly, knowing he had youth over this man's boyfriend, since they seemed to be about the same height.
"Young" he breathed in amazement, turning back to face Shane "There's something else, isn't there?"
"There's a push my father's planned for Drew here" Shane couldn't stop his own smirk from showing "If this goes well…he'll be obtaining the Intercontinental Championship soon enough."
"From Morrison?"
"The champ himself."
"Done and done" Miz hopped up from his seat, stepping forward and extending his hand to the higher-up "I'll do it. He can be on my team, and share my storyline when it's needed."
"I knew you would! My father will be so happy" Shane stood as well, clutching the brunette's hand and shaking it firmly "There's just a few papers to sign…"
"Of course" Miz watched as the other pull out the papers, accepting the pen that was handed to him.
Jake watched with a thin-lipped expression of distaste, Mike was all but throwing himself into this. Drew was eyeing his lover with a dark lust, obviously weighing his chances. On cue, Drew looked over his shoulder at the blonde. A smug smile graced his full lips, turning away from him as if he were nothing more than an annoying child.
"Jake, check this out" Miz tapped the contract he was signing, not looking up as he read over the plan "We get a few spots together."
The eager tone his lover had showed Jake his suspicions were ill-founded. He wanted to stick his tongue out at the Scotsman, but refrained. Before he could step forward to sign his own name, Drew stood and took the last graceful steps to stand beside the brunette. Mike did a double-take up a the young man, mouth dropping open.
"Damn" Miz managed a smile "You're…really tall, now aren't you?"
Drew merely reached over and plucked the pen from the other's hand, "I'll be lookin' forward to workin' with ya, Mike."
"Yeah" Miz took a step back, a little uncomfortable with the proximity "Me too."
Mike looked over his shoulder at his lover, mouthing the words, 'What the hell?'
Jake shrugged, feigning innocence.
This was going to be a rough couple of months, and he couldn't shake the dark-Scott cloud that had just settled over his relationship.
Okay, hopefully it'll get easier as I write this. This one is for The Miz Magnet, cause she did my Randy/Evan request and chose MizJack as the fic I should currently work on. I didn't like this chapter much, but I have high hopes.
