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Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Nine

Nash and Mike forgot all about Punk when it came to backstage stuff. Their focus was on each other. After work, it was all about the other person. Nash would pamper Mike and Mike would lap it up. Mike would cook for Nash and even do his laundry when they were on the road.

This weekend, Mike and Nash were at Nash's place. The two stuffed animals sat in the corner of Nash's master bedroom. The two lay naked in bed while Nash thrust into Mike. The blond's body was covered in sweat as he breathed. He would moan softly with each thrust. He rubbed the bigger man's forearms.

"You feel so good," Nash growled. "I can't believe I waited this long."

Mike smiled. "I glad that you did."

Nash pulled out and held himself. He breathed hard as he tried to calm himself down.

"Not yet?" Mike asked.

"Not yet," Nash replied.

The doorbell rang and they both groaned.

"Don't answer it," Mike said.

"They won't go away," Nash replied.

"Yeah, they will."

"Our car is out in the driveway. We didn't put it in the garage."

Mike pouted. He wanted Nash then and there, so the older man parked the car, got their things out, and high-tailed it into the house. They didn't even bother bringing up their luggage; they still sat in the living room.

"Why us?" Mike asked as they got dressed.

Both of them went to the door and answered it.

"Sean, what are you doing here?" Nash asked.

The man looked from one to the other. "I got a text that you were back in town and I thought I would come by and visit."

"A text?" Nash looked at Mike. "I didn't send a text."

"Well, somebody did." He showed them his phone.

Mike looked at the number and rolled his eyes. He laughed. "Punk."

"You sure?" Sean asked as he looked at the number.

Mike nodded. "I recognize that number anywhere. Punk and I would text each other when we had story-lines together. Yeah, that's his number. Wait right here."

Nash watched as he lover went back to the room.

"Are you and he...?" Sean asked.

The bigger man nodded. "Yeah."

Sean nodded once.

Mike came back with his phone. He showed them Punk's number.

"What is he playing at?" Nash asked.

"Kofi did say he was going off the deep end a bit," Mike replied. "He might be taking the whole text story-line a bit too far."

"And dragging me into it," Sean said with a sigh.

Mike and Nash looked at him.

"For awhile there, I thought maybe we would get back together," Sean said.

Nash sighed. "Come in."

Sean did and Nash looked to his boyfriend. Mike nodded and went back to the bedroom to let the friends talk. He texted Alex about what was going on.

Alex stared at the text and rolled his eyes. Only Punk.

He left the hotel room and went in search of Hunter. He didn't know where the older man would be, but he knew that he had to find him. He searched the lobby and the swimming pool. Kofi slowly swam the length of the pool while the other wrestlers played or laid about.

"Alex!" Kofi called as he waved at him.

The blond waved back and then waved him over.

The West African did so and hung onto the edge of the pool. "What up?"

"Hey, have you seen Hunter or Glenn?" Alex asked.

The other man shook his head. "Why?"

"I need to ask them a favor."

"Another one?"

The bigger man nodded.

"Need company?"

"Sure."

He helped the West African out of the pool and almost slipped himself. They both laughed as Kofi climbed out. He dried off and they both went back to his room.

Cena and Jack watched it all.

"What if...what if we got it all wrong?" Jack asked.

"We couldn't have gotten it wrong," John said. "Alex has to be a bottom."

"What if he's a switch?"

Cena paused for a moment. The thought never occurred to him. He knew that it would be very hot to have threesomes every once in awhile.

Kofi quickly got dressed and helped Alex look for Hunter and Glenn. They ended up finding them at an Irish pub with Sheamus. The three looked up at them.

"Just the guys I wanted and needed to see," Alex said with a smile.

Sheamus raised an eyebrow.

"Hunter...Glenn...I need your help," the blond said as he sat down.

Hunter sighed. He looked to Kofi and gave a slight smile.

Glenn and Sheamus stared at him.

"What do you need help with?" Hunter questioned.

"I think Punk has taken this feud a bit too far," Alex said.

Kofi nodded in agreement.

"Punk has always been a bit odd in the head," the Irishman said.

"Well, he's dragging Sean into it as well," the blond said.

"As in Waltman?" Hunter asked.

Alex nodded. He showed him the texts and Hunter cocked his head to the side. He pulled out his cell and began to text Nash. This lasted for about ten minutes and he sighed.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have to kick some ass," the Game said with a shake of his head.

"Now?" Glenn asked. "We just ordered appetizers."

"What did you order?" Alex quizzed.

"Irish Boxtys, Fried Pickles, Spicy Tuna bites, and some cheese stuffed date...thing," Sheamus said.

"Hey, it looks interesting," Glenn defended.

"I'd try it," Alex said as he smiled at the pale man.

Glenn nodded. "I'm glad that someone wants to try it other than me."

"I will," Kofi said.

He pumped one fist and laughed.

The other two men shook their heads while Kofi and Alex read over the menus.

"Just giving you the heads up, Alex, but um...John and Jack came in," Sheamus replied.

Alex groaned and hit the menu against his forehead. Kofi chuckled as he placed his head on the other man's shoulder. Hunter clenched his jaw and look a sip of his beer.

"Hey, guys," John greeted.

They nodded at them.

"Alex, Kofi, you two look cozy," Jack replied.

"Since Phil went off the deep end, Alex and I have been hanging out more and more," Kofi replied.

"Did he really go off the deep end?" Jack asked. "I thought he was there already."

"Punk has his moments," Sheamus replied.

John and Jack nodded.

"You guys have a good lunch," Cena said.

The two went to a table.

Kofi straightened up. "You really need to get a boyfriend...like now."

"You offering?" Alex asked.

Kofi shook his head. "I don't want to be placed in that kind of situation. They might hurt me."

"Nah, you're too cute for them to hurt you," Glenn said. "Even if they tried, people would kick their asses."

"You think so?" Kofi questioned.

Glenn nodded as he stared at Hunter, who read over the menu. Sheamus just raised another eyebrow.

"Seriously though," Kofi said to Alex. "Get your ass claimed...and quickly."

Sheamus and Glenn laughed while Alex rolled his eyes.