Chapter 2
Thanks for the reviews already! Didn't think anyone would want to follow this as its not the most original setup but y'all are awesome!
One thing my work has been criminally lacking has been involvement from the Shield...may have a Shield pairing later on (perhaps as an established one that's just been 'under the radar'. I love a bit of Ambrollins..). This chapter will be a bit longer now I'm establishing the plots of the story. Other side couples will materialise here too, so this story should have something for everyone. We've got Centon, Sheaniel and the drama of Daniel being Randal's crush; Jody; and of course Mizzy and the Real Americans to come.
Now Byron Saxton is backstage on Raw it's pretty much given Josh is on borrowed time, so his time in this fic will be brief too. Plus who apart from me stans for him? Anyway I digres..on with the show.
Centon match on this week's Raw just gave me life. As did Cameron's DDT. But anyway..
Sheamus was sat in catering, looking at his fruit salad like it was about to eat him alive. The Irishman was uncharacteristically subdued tonight, even though they were in Los Angeles of all places, and for some reason, Betty White was on Raw. Daniel had stuck him back in the doghouse for teasing him last week and had spent more time with Brie (as he rightfully should, if Sheamus was honest). But, and this made Sheamus pretty pissed off, he was still giving Randy Orton the time of day. Randy...the guy who had a fucking CRUSH on Daniel. Yet Sheamus bought Daniel a promise ring and he was being made the bad guy in this? The Irishman hadn't time for head games. He thought being in a relationship with a bloke would mean he wouldnt have to go through this sort of thing but maybe men were the same as women after all. After all, from many beers with John Cena, if Randy told John he was 'Fine' he was actually pissed the fuck off at John. But John always joked that Randy got PMS anyway. Only to his 'bro' friends like Sheamus and Wade of course.
"Hey man," came a voice.
Speak of the devil.
"Alright mate," Sheamus replied as the hulking, baseball cap clad John Cena sat next to him.
"Oh sure," John replied, "Apart from being beat up and having to mainevent Raw with Randall. Fine."
"Something up?" asked the Irishman.
"He's throwing a strop. Again," John sighed, "I made one joke too many about Bryan and now he's not talking to me."
"Know the feeling," Sheamus said, "I'm in the bad books too."
"Same reason as me?"
"Yup. I took the piss out of Bryan and he took it as a personal insult," Sheamus said, "I thought going out with a fella would be so different from a lady. Guess not."
"Can't blame Bryan for being on edge, he's engaged to a woman but also been seeing you for 2 years," John said, "I think he just wants to have his cake an eat it. You should't let yourself be 'the other woman' like this."
Sheamus shrugged. He could knock John's block off for that but it was the bleedin' truth after all.
"I can't believe Randal crushes on him," John said, "No offence to Bryan at all...but...Randy's always liked...big guys. Even before me...er...don't tell anyone or my balls are heading for a mincer..but before he first got signed, when he was in the Marines...he was the barracks bicycle."
"What?!" Now Sheamus was intrigued.
"Yeah," sighed John, "He was pretty pissed that he didn't lose his virginity in high school so when he joined, he basically dropped his pants for every guy in his platoon. Sex starved dudes away from wives, girlfriends and homes...he cleaned house."
"Does that not bother ya?"
"Because I was Mr Jonas Brother before I first started dating him, of course," snorted John, "In high school I was going with chicks and dudes."
"When did you first get it together?" asked Sheamus.
"OVW, first month I was there, 2001," John sighed, "Different times then. He was a cocky little mofo even then. 21, and thought he was God's gift to guys. And girls. He knew girls wanted on that dick of his. Floppy haired little minx he was. He came to me first, practically fell over the weights to come talk to me that first day."
"You didn't, John-boy?" asked Sheamus.
"I took him on a date," John said, "Never seen cockiness dissipate so fast. He told me nobody had ever taken him on one. Not even a movie in his teens."
"Define date," grinned Sheamus. This was taking his mind off Daniel perfectly.
"Just a local dive that did awesome burgers and then took him to a movie,c ant remember what it was. I'm a gentleman. I didnt fuck him on the first date."
"24 year old bodybuilder takes a hungry young lad on a date and makes him wait...how the bloody hell did you manage that?" teased Sheamus.
"I wasn't gonna be another notch on his bedpost, nobody treats John Cena that way," smirked John, "And my oldest brother always told me that most gay men are users."
"Tell me about it, all I've been to most guys is the bit o' rough," Sheamus sighed.
"I would," smirked John.
"I like them smaller," hit back Sheamus.
"You're afraid you might get someone tougher," joked John.
"OK, OK, you win mate," Sheamus chuckled, "We can both put Show on our shoulders. So tell me, when did you finally get little Randy in your bed?"
"A week later, OVW night out, he was ALL over me and none of theother guys minded," John said, "Took him home and pounded him through my mattress. I thought he was a top, he was so cocky. But nope."
"Randy's never fooled me," smirked Sheamus, "You're a big tough lad, nobody could dominate you."
"I've experimented," grinned John, "Last time I let Randy tap this (he slapped his solid, enormous, jort-clad behind) was Mania 28."
"I still think you owe me for making you pull your head out of *that* and get back together with him," smirked Sheamus, "You and Ryder. I mean, REALLY mate?"
"Don't remind me," John sighed, "I learned never to open up our relationship again. Randall might give it all that (he made a talking gesture with his hand) but he's really insecure underneath. Like our first time. He was really surprised to see me still in his bed the next day, told me all his previous guys would talk the talk, get him in bed and then leave during the night. So we did it again the morning after...nice and slow."
"Oh man, poor sod," Sheamus said, "EVeryone thinks he's this douchey arsehole who doesn't give a shit about anyone else but himself. I've seen him with his little girl, he's a great father. And he's only human after all."
"Oh he used to be an asshole," John said, "I got SO much shit from the veterans like Taker, JBL, Hunter, Holly, all of them for his behavior. But despite his cockiness, he always wanted a kid. Having Alanna brought him right back to earth."
"See, this is something I don't understand," Sheamus said, "You're basically professional wrestling's Romeo And Juliet and yet you both married women!"
"Randy was...bi curious, or straight curious," John said, "And he still cares for Sam. To be honest bud, it's a bit messy all that stuff, so I don't wanna go there."
"Been 12 years matey, don't you think you should put a ring on it?" Sheamus said, "You're divorced now and so's he."
"He wants me to marry him, and I want to, but...I think it's best we wait until our careers die down," John said, "My brother says the same to me all the time, trust me. I took Randy to meet the family just before my debut. Bro told me even then that I had a keeper. And then he walked in on us...oh GOD he'll never let me forget that."
Sheamus laughed.
"Ha...trust you!"
"Randal...isn't quiet...never has been," John said, shaking his head, cheeks rather pink, "Told me I was the first guy in ages to make him scream. Oh...(he lowered his voice)...after our first time, he told me I was the first to er..make him cum. Without having to use his hands."
"Get it in matey, you studmuffin you," teased Sheamus, "So when did he first drop the L bomb?"
"Third time we had sex," John said, "Yeah, that soon."
"You guys will be old men and still at it like rabbits," Sheamus said, slapping John on the back.
"He';s worse than a teenager when he gets going," John sighed, "Not that I'm complaining. Read some place men in their 30s have more sex than any other age range."
Randy had entered Catering at that point, already dressed for competition in his trunks, pads, boots and merchandise tee, and his titles on his shoulders. He looked sullen and moody and sat down in the corner, away from everyone.
"Go and defrost the ice queen," Sheamus said as he watched John spot Randy and shift guiltily.
"I value my testicles today," John hissed back.
"You've got to wrestle him in a few hours!" Sheamus said, "Move yer arse!"
"OK, OK," sighed John and he got to his feet, padding over to his belovedf partner of 12 years and opponent for tonight's main event.
Randy looked up and shot him a fierce scowl before going back to idly browsing his cellphone. Randy was still pissed the fuck off with John for all the remarks about his crush on Bryan. But his lock screen was still a photo of John.
"Hey," John said.
"Leave me alone Cena," snarled Randy, "I'll see you in the damn ring."
"Baby please, I'm sorry for running my mouth," sighed John.
"Whatever."
Randy just looked away from him.
"Randy..."
"What? Go back to your bro Sheamus and make fun of me like you were doing!" snarled Randy.
"I wasn't, actually," John said, "I was talking about you but not making fun of you."
Randy ignored him, focusing on Alanna';s scrunchie around his finger. He couldn't wait to spend more time with his daughter this week. Alone. Away from John. Maybe he'll invite Bryan along. Just to stick it to John. And Sheamus.
John threw caution to the winds and tried to rub Randy's back. The younger man just shuffled away.
"Back off Cena or I'll hurt you!" hissed Randy, a viper rage definitely brewing.
John was getting exasperated. If at this stage of his life Randy couldn't take some harmless ribbing and throwing a big hissy fit over it..
"Jesus Randal, get off your period!" John spat.
He didn't see the smack coming.
Randy slapped him hard in the face before picking up his titles and storming out of Catering, leaving John holding his face and removing foot from mouth.
Over in another corner, a disgruntled and suited up Miz was observing this display. He was not happy with the past few months focus on Cena and Orton. He got on with them both and Randy often hung out with him, Daniel and Cody backstage, but it didn't stop the former WWE Champion and Ohio native from being pissed off with all this.
Mike got to his feet and padded over, spotting one of the few men that never failed to make him smile. Antonio Cesaro.
The strong Swiss grinned back at Mike as the suited up Ohio native walked over.
"Oh hey," drawled Antonio, "You look mad."
"Oh nothing," Mike said, "Just being butthurt because of Cena and Orton maineventing."
"Least you're not jobbing," ANtonio said.
"You and Jakey have had more wins than me, I'm borderline buried," Mike said.
Mike was sleeping with both of the Real Americans. And Bad News Barrett. Well...not all the time. ANtonio, Jack and Wade were his go-to guys when he wanted male attention. It was a little slutty but it was only those three. They were good to him. Wade could be a gentleman, as could Antonio. Jack was more rough and ready but was great in bed and always had his back. But Jack was married with a litle boy. Antonio and Wade were single and unattached. But Mike couldn't decide...English or Swiss. Damn Europeans. Why were they so hot?
"Your time will come again," Antonio said, "If you need cheering up..."
A salacious smirk lifted the handsome, tall and rugged Swiss wrestler's face and Mike practically melted, his cock isntantly hardening under his expensive suit. Been a couple of days since he'd last had any attention. And Antonio was already in his ring gear...mmmm...those long hairy legs...which just felt heavenly against Mike's ass.
"I always need cheering up from my Swiss stallion," he purred, pecking Antonio on the lips and rubbing the solid chest of the taller man.
Antonio smirked and took Mike;s hand, leading his suited coworker/friend with major benefits from Catering and down a corridor. Backstage fun was the best. So risky. But there were so many road and crew members about...
"In here," Mike said, stopping in front of a room with Stephanie's name on the door.
"Stephanie's OFFICE?!" hissed Antonio incredulously.
"She's down in gorilla while theyre setting up," Mike grinned, "That leather couch looks comfy."
"Jesus Michael," Antonio gasped. But how fucking thrilling would the risk of being caught be? He followed Mike inside and shut the door, Mike whimpering and attacking his lips.
"I'm desperate for your body," whined Mike, "Take my designer suit down and do me like the slut I am.."
Yeah, he was a slut really. Not Alex Riley level. But juggling 3 guys was pretty slutty. And yes, Antonio and Jack had both been inside his ass. At the same time. Now THAT was a wild night. Mike genuinely thought he could not walk. And then as a treat, Jack had fucked Antonio. Even taking dick, Antonio was manly and hot. A masculine bottom. Or versatile. Whatever. Mike was horny.
Antonio climbed onto the plush brown leather couch and pulled his trunks down his long, hairy legs, his hard cock springing free. He would have preferred foreplay to get Mike really going but this was cool too. Mike unbuckled his belt and dropped his suit pants. No underwear? Oh fuck, Antonio was even harder now.
Mike kicked the suit pants and his shoes and socks off, leaving his shirt, waistcoat, tie and jacket on. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of poppers and some lubricant, along with a condom. He tossed the condom to Antonio and took a huge sniff of the poppers, moaning at the rush.
He tore the lubricant sachet open with his teeth and coated two fingers, before prepping himself, moaning like a slut, giving Antonio a show.
THe Swiss jerked his impressive cock at this erotic sight.
"No!" moaned Mike, "I want everything you've got. Put that rubber on now!"
Antonio tore the condom wrapper open and unrolled the rubber sheath on himself. Mike would love to take his men bare one day, but he wasnt reckless and made them wrap it. Mike padded over and straddled that hot, muscular body. Antonio's strength was such a turnon. He rubbed his large, curvy ass against Antonio, moaning at the fuzz against his smooth skin. He pinned Antonio to the couch as he lowered himself on, crying out at the pain as he was penetrated.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" he wailed.
"Mike...easy.."
"Shut up Claudio," gasped Mike, sitting all the way down and then crying out again as all the Swiss' inches were sheathed inside him, stabbing his prostate in the perfect spot. Ohhh YES. Yes. Fucking yes.
Mike's cock was dribbling precum all over Antonio's abs.
"I'm so wet for you," he moaned, "Fuck me you stallion. Make me scream. Give it to me.."
Antonio grabbed Mike's hands and let the thicker, shorter man ride him, taking control, wanton mewls and cries leaving his mouth. THe warm, tight heat was fucking addictive...Mike was so fucking responsive and took his cock good. And Mike wasnt the arrogant loudmouth he'd thought either..he was shy, adorable and affectionate. And was never demanding. Unless in bed. But that was fine. Jack was shit hot sex (and the only man Antonio let fuck his ass) but...Mike was just...perfect. WHy did he have to share him with Barrett and Jack? Antonio could happily give up the occasional fuck with his tag partner if it meant he could date Mike properly.
"Ohhh CLAUDIO!" cried Mike. This was so fucking hot...Antonio was hitting his spot so fucking good...even better than usual...he wanted more.
Antonio sat up so he and Mike could cuddle. Mike began to kiss him hungrily, whimpering against his lips.
"Ist gut, ja?" purred Antonio.
Mike whined loudly. Oh YES. German was his kryptonite in bed. Or French.
"Oh yes...youre amazing...you fuck me so good," he whimpered, "Auf Deutsche, bitte...Vati."
Oh Mike...you MINX.
Antonio smirked and began to fuck Mike a bit more vigorously, loosening the tie and unbuttoning the shirt buttons down to the waistcoat, keeping it slow but deep. Who cared if they were at work? Mike was fucking hot sex.
Maybe one day he'll make love to Mike properly. Wine him, dine him and give it to him slow all night long.
"Schnell," Mike whimpered. So what? He'd learned German purely so he could talk back when Antonio fucked him. He couldnt WAIT for the next European tour...mmmmm..
Antonio leaned forward so Mike was at an angle. This couch was too damn cramped. He pushed Mike onto his back, legs now wrapped around him. Oh YES! Mike could feel the cool leather and hairy thighs press right against his ass cheeks,every inch of Antonio inside of him. C'mon you hot European stud, pound him like he deserved!
Antonio could sense the need from Mike and began to thrust in and out hard, enjoying the sharp, deafening wails now filling the room.
Mike was NOT modest when it came to being fucked by Antonio. He was louder than he ever was with Wade or Jack...lately it had been mostly Antonio actually...maybe the Swiss was his favourite. And he was single..
His prostate was on fire...
"OH CLAUDIO!" he screamed.
Antonio spanked Mike hard, low manly grunts leaving his lips. He didnt care if he didn't get off. He wanted to see Mike blow his load. He loved watching Mike come. Especially if he;'d made Mike do it himself.
"Michael...oh fuck Mike," he grunted.
"Oh Claudio...I'm so...I'm gonna...please make me.." whined Mike, incoherent.
Antonio leaned forward even more so he could hit Mike's g-spot good. And Mike's screams grew in volume...he was going to blow a huge load...fuck it, he'll change his suit...he wasnt going to mute his orgasm..his prostate was blazing...fuck anal orgasms were the fucking BEST..especially when caused by hot Swiss studs..his skin was tingling..he could feel the pulling behind his abs taking over..
"OH CLAUDIO!"
Mike convulsed wildly as semen splattered his waistcoat, jacket, his FACE as he had the best orgasm of his life.. screaming his pleasure.
He was done.
Oh fuck.
Antonio was gobsmacked just how much Mike had lost his shit there.
"Claudio..." gasped Mike.
Antonio leaned forward to kiss him. He was so hard still. But someone could walk in at any minute. And if it was Stephanie...
He pulled out and took the condom off.
"You didn't..." Mike said.
"It's OK," Antonio said, pulling his trunks back on.
"Claudio," Mike clumsily got to his knees, on jelly legs and pecked Antonio on the cheek, "Sex involves two people sweetie."
"I know," the Swiss replied, "Always after the show."
"Claudio, that was something else," Mike said, "I'm yours...anytime you want me...you're the best I've had in years."
"Better than Swaggs?"
Antonio couldn't help but smirk.
Mike nodded. He never thought anyone could be better in bed than Jake Hager but this hot blooded, proudly hairy hunk might have beaten him. Wade? Wade who? Anyway Mike wasn't speaking to Wade thanks to the burial on Smackdown the other week. Wade had tried to brush it off as just what creative had asked him to do but Mike had been hurt and thrown Wade under a bus. He was cordial to Wade at the moment but right now...all that mattered was Antonio.
"I really like you Claudio," he said, blue eyes sparkling.
Antonio had been waiting to hear that for fucking months. Sure Swaggs was a good buddy (and good in bed) but Mike was another level. Antonio liked having a 'princess' to spoil and treat and Mike's addiction to designer labels (and the fact that he was strict bottom) and looking good...Antonio would happily make Mike his 'lady'. If Mike would just let him. And Mike needed something to look forward to at work while he wasnt being used properly on TV.
"I like you too," rumbled Antonio.
Mike smiled, his perfect white teeth sparkling in the light of the room.
"You treat me so nicely," he said.
"I always liked curvy girls," Antonio said, "And thick.."
Mike cut him off. He actually liked that title. He could explore his feminine side with Antonio. Now that was something to tell Maryse.
His phone buzzed.
Oh speak of the devil.
From: Ryse
hey boo! how's your stallion doing ; ) The kids miss you too xxxx
Mike grinned.
"That Maryse?" asked Antonio.
Mike nodded.
"She's asking after you," he smiled.
He tapped a message back.
To: Ryse
Hey : D he just had me on steph's couch OMFG. Ryse i really like him (heart emojis). He's amazing xxx
Maryse replied almost instantly.
From: Ryse.
STEPHS COUCH?! HAHAHA! then date him you idiot! LOL. Stop being so greedy and settle down lol xxxx
Maybe Mike would. But he'll need to be 100% sure that wasnt just the sex talking. He didn't want to string Antonio along. Jack and Wade were cool with keeping stuff casual...well they were before Mike gave Wade the cold shoulder. It had been mostly Cesaro lately. Jack spending more time talking to his wife, which was fair enough. Maybe fate was telling Mike who his match was. No baggage as well.
He began to redress in his now-soiled suit.
Cody had just returned from his match with Goldust and Rey. The ravenette was itching to talk to his boyfriend. Josh had gone back to Florida seeing as Byron Saxton was on the main roster now, which Cody wasnt happy about. Nothing against Byron, he was more upset that he'll have to wait until pay-per-views to see Josh.
"Why the long face?" Dustin teased his little brother as they found a seat.
"I miss Joshy," Cody said.
"Oh jesus, I know your knee's busted but I thought your brain still worked," teased the Nineties legend, "Have you forgotten the show in Largo?"
"Oh...yes...sorry..." Cody was now grinning like a fool. Yay!
"Don't forget about your wife though," teased Dustin, "Don't want to draw suspicion do we?"
"Oh yeah. The woman I legally married who fancies my boyfriend," Cody said.
"Why? No offence but from a girl's point of view, my six foot, jacked, model brother or his shorter, spiky haired boyfriend? I think I know who I'd rather have," Dustin smirked.
"DUSTIN."
"Sorry little bro but you're just too easy to wind up," Dustin chuckled.
"I'm waiting for Joshy's NXT title match," Cody said, "Dustin...ever felt like someone you love is hiding things from you?"
"No," Dustin said, "What's brought this on?"
"Just...all this with Joshy," Cody said, "Past week he's been cagey, avoiding questions and now Byron's here, I'm seeing him even less."
"We're working programs on NXT, I wouldn't call that less," Dustin said.
"Dustin...I think he's...done with WWE," sniffled Cody, "He's been alluding to stuff...always calling himself old, past it, and putting himself down...he's virtually enhancement talent in NXT to boring old Bo Dallas and the British jumping bean Neville."
"They're the stars of tomorrow baby boy, he';s got a point," Dustin said, "He still gets to wrestle, just be happy for him. You can't control everything, I know you want to, but at the end of the day, Josh has been here since you were in high school. People come and go, it's WWE. His announcer's job has gone now, maybe he wants to wind down and find something less taxing..guy's been on the road 12 years. Long enough for many."
"He's the same age as Randalyn," pouted Cody, "And he's not slowing down. Joshy's never even held a title..."
Dustin looked shifty.
"WAIT? IS HE GOING TO WIN IT?!" Cody was jumping up and down in his chair.
"I didn't say anything baby boy," Dustin said, cursing himself for giving it away. Dusty had told him to swear this to secrecy.
"You're a bad liar Dustin Patrick Runnels," Cody pouted, folding his arms, "Gimme my phone."
"Rest your knee baby boy," sighed Dustin.
"Just tell me what you and Dad have been brewing up that you couldn't tell ME," Cody said.
"No, it's a secret," Dustin said.
"I bet BRANDI knows!" Cody said, looking like such a pissed off little kid that Dustin had to laugh. Cody was such a child sometimes.
"She might do," Dustin teased.
"Meanie."
"Wind changes baby boy, your face will be stuck like that," teased the elder Rhodes brother.
Once he'd reached the locker room, Cody rushed to his sports bag to get his iPhone. He spotted Mike looking deep in thought, now in a new suit and hair reslicked.
"Penny for them?" Cody asked.
"Oh..sorry, on another planet," Mike said, "You look happy for someone who just got jobbed out."
"Match schmatch," Cody said.
"Of course, you're down in Largo on V-day," Mike said, "Lucky you."
"Something up?" asked Cody.
"Just thinking, juggling 3 guys, it's not becoming is it," Mike said, "I thought it would be fun and less chance of being hurt...but..I;m no better than Alex really, am I?"
"You're lots better than that waste of space WHO TOOK JOSHY'S ANNOUNCE JOB!" Cody said, eyes flashing, "You're not opening your hole to everything in pants! You're not a bareback cum dump! So what, youve got a few fuck buddies? Only 3 and you know them well enough."
"I thought you had a passionate hate for sluts," Mike said.
"I don't agree with it, but you're happy and you're my friend," Cody said, "Whats brought it on? And that's a different suit!"
"Yeah...other one I came all over," Mike smirked, "Oh Coddles...I think I'm falling for Claudio."
"Awwww!" squealed COdy, "Mizzlekins...I could have told you that the first time you swaggered over and told us about him!"
"Bad choice of words," Mike said, squirming a little, "I like Jakey a lot too but he's too much to risk...I don't want to be a home wrecker. Claudio's generous...he's a gentleman, compliments me all the time. And makes me cum like a train."
"And he's single," Cody said, "You and Swaggs look good together...so did you and Barrett too. Least talk to Barrett cos he keeps asking at JBL and Cole recordings what he's supposed to have done to you."
"Buried me on Smackdown!" pouted Mike.
"Kayfabe, duh," Cody sighed.
"I don't think Wade would be faithful," Mike confessed, "Actually not that. I don't want Gabriel's pressed, jealous ass in my face all the time."
"Gabriel? When was he last relevant?" Cody scoffed, "I just laugh at his attempts to intimidate. He gave Dustin a mouthful the other day about him being old and me disgracing the Rhodes name. Dustin just laughed in his face."
"We've come a long way from the days where he and Slater ruled the roost, or thought they did," Mike said, "You Josh and Layla were the top dogs. Everyone knew that."
"Avoiding the subject," Cody said, "Least tell Wade what's what. Then we can play cupid with him. Curtis Axel...?"
"Oh Coddles," chuckled Mike, "You're losing your touch as gossip queen! Do you not know who Curtis is seeing? I'll give you a clue...he's recently left but he's bearding someone."
"Wait...PUNK?!" Cody gasped, "Omigod I'm terrible! They kept that hidden! I'd have thought AJ would have mentioned something."
"Keeping a low profile about it, with all the shit storm with Michelle BEadle and stuff," Mike said, "That was a kayfabe thing that went wrong. Punk's done his best to cover AJ and Layla's relationship and Curtis doesn't want people getting involvedf after the hot mess with Matt Striker a couple of years ago."
"That's so cute," cooed Cody, "Awwwwwwww."
"Promise me you won't go tease Curtis," Mike said, "He's sensitive about being Punk's man because of well..."
"Punk being the world's biggest womaniser," COdy said, "Oh GOD don't let Maria find out. She'll shade Curtis till the end of time."
"What's it to her anyway?" Mike said.
"Cos she pours haterade over Brie and I want to smack her," came a voice and little Daniel Bryan walked in, having 'gotten the night off' and was thus not competing. Anything to avoid Sheamus and Randy right now. He'd heard about Randy blowing up at John in Catering earlier.
"Bryan!" Cody smothered the small man in a huge hug almost instantly as he sat down.
"Hey you," chuckled Daniel, "Oh man.,...I need to tell someone...found something out a week ago and it's making my life hell."
"Whatever it was, it's made you put Sheamus in the doghouse again," Cody said, "What's he done?"
"Er..." Daniel avoided his friend's blue eyes, "He hasn't done anything...not really."
"Don't mind me," snarked Mike, getting to his feet.
"Nothing personal," Daniel said, "Just...need to work stuff out."
"Yeah fine, whatever," Mike said, "I'll see you at Smackdown if either of you are going to be there."
He left the locker room, leaving Daniel and Cody alone.
"Why can't you tell Mikey?" asked Cody.
"Cos...he's a blabber mouth, and so are you, but I have to tell someone," Daniel sighed.
"What? Is Brie onto you and Sheamus? Did Nikki catch you?"
"No, no...nothing like that," Daniel said, shifting guiltily.
"Well, what then Dee Bee?"
"I've er...someone's got a crush on me."
Cody giggled.
"Awww! That's adorable, and who can blame them?" he beamed.
"You'll never guess who it is," Daniel said, blushing and smiling coyly.
"Try me. Male or female?"
"Male..."
"I told you guys liked curves," Cody said triumphantly, "Look at Mizzlekins and how he gets the men."
Daniel chuckled. How could he possibly tell Cody without it sounding like a massive prank? After all, not every day you have Randy Orton crushing on you. Especially if you happened to look like Daniel.
"I'll give you a clue, you've worked a lot of programs with him," Daniel said.
"Damien? Hes not gay," Cody said. And plus he could not imagine those two as a couple. They both had beards but that was it. But who else had Cody been involved with on screen? Plenty. But who..?
"C'mon Codes, how hard can it be?" Daniel said, "He mentored you."
"Wait...RANDALYN?!" Cody gasped.
"Why do you call him that?" Daniel said, shaking his head and laughing.
"I'll explain later," Cody said, "Sure someone wasn't pulling your leg? Randy has a crush on you?!"
"What you trying to say? I'm not hot enough for his level?" snapped Daniel.
"No, no,...just...he's only got eyes for Cena and it's like..well...you're little and cute and he's six foot..." Cody paused. Actually...now he came to think of it, the chemistry in their matches was electric and he remembered the infamous promo from August 2013 when Daniel said "Look at him, he's SOOOOOO pretty!" and how Randy was just smiling coyly in the middle of the ring, not even trying to hide how much he liked it. Cody just grinned.
"Cena knows," sighed Daniel, "And was making fun of the whole thing last week...so was Shea. I don't want Brie finding out...all I need, more complicated shit to add to my already complicated personal life."
"But Randy fancies you, that's too cute," Cody said, "And I'm not surprised. You and him may as well fuck in the ring. He's all over you...you're all over him."
"Excuse ME," scoffed Daniel, "I could say the same thing about YOU and Randy! He touches you up all the time, rubs his dick against you...you're always hard whenever you face him! Sure there's not something you wanna tell us? Tell Josh?"
"Me and RANDAL?! Are you for real, Dee Bee?!" snorted Cody, "Last match I had one on one was when he got me fired and I had a date night with Joshy after so I was thinking of that. And I've NEVER found him hot. He's not my type. And anyway, he's a bottom."
"I know that," Daniel said, "But so was Josh."
"Meh, me and Randy will NEVER happen, ew," Cody said, "I've read Candy before as a joke. Does absolutely nothing for me. Couldn't even nurse a semi."
"But why is there so much about you and him online? So why does he touch you up?"
"Because he knows it annoys me," Cody said, "He's read Candy too and hated it. So he does it to wind those Tumblr girls up."
He got his phone out and typed 'Randy Orton vs Daniel Bryan 3 february 2014' into YouTube and sure enough there was Daniel and Randy's match.
"And," Cody declared as they watched the video, Daniel cringing, "Look how Randal is all over you...why does he bite your thighs? Kinky bitch."
"Stop it!" Daniel complained, "I can't even look..Codes...stop it! Turn it off! You don't stop, I'm gonna read some Candy fanfiction out loud!"
"NOOOO! OK you got me," Cody replied, switching the video off.
"Now I can blackmail you into anything," grinned Daniel, "How's Josh anyway?"
Cody's face fell.
"Everything OK between you guys?"
"Yeah, everything's fine, seeing him in Largo end of the week for Valentine's Day," Cody said, "Bryan...I'm worried about his career ending."
"His choice, I know you like to make yourself his personal booker and trainer but you've got your own career to work on," Daniel said.
"It's not fair!" Cody pouted, "They always bury people I love. Teddy.. Damien...I know he's just a friend but still...and now Joshy. Am I their career kiss of death?"
"No, don't be silly!" Daniel said, "Everyone's path is different here. I never thought Punk would leave, but he did. Is it because of Byron Saxton being called up? Surely that gives Josh more time to wrestle."
"He's wasted in developmental," Cody said, "He keeps calling himself old, past it, stuff like that. He's Randy's age and never even sniffed a title."
"So have lots of other guys," Daniel said, "And maybe he wants to leave? He's been here since the end of the Attitude Era, he's a veteran. I heard he's got an NXT title shot..."
"Dustin said that but then acted cagey, he's been talking to Dad and they won't tell ME anything! Even Brandi knows, you know, my WIFE," Cody complained.
Daniel chuckled.
"That's so weird, I can't get used to you being married to a girl," he grinned, "I know she's your beard but still..."
"A beard who crushed on Joshy in the FCW days," Cody said, "And she's down there. With him."
"Are you jealous?!"
"Nope."
"You are!"
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"Yeah well I'm not engaged to a woman, screwing an Irishman and have the face of this company wanting on my dick so NERRR."
"I'll give you that one," sighed Daniel, "Maybe they're being cagey for a reason...there's NXT Arrival coming up.."
"Main event's confirmed, Bo Dallas versus Adrian Neville," Cody said, "Ladder match. OOOH! If theyre gonna hold ladders...who's to say they can't build a steel cage. Oooh! Joshy versus Bo in a steel cage match for the NXT title. I WANT TO BE THERE!"
Daniel had heard this rumor himself. Well overheard Goldust talking on his cellphone about it and swearing to not tell his little brother. And since Cody had been in the Madison Square Garden cage match and last week's epic spectacle, he had not shut up about begging his boyfriend to do the same in NXT.
But anyway.
"So Codes, why do you call Randy Randalyn?" grinned Daniel, "Or Queen Randella. He's not exactly feminine."
"Oh Bryan," sighed Cody, "Have you ever heard of n00blog? PervyRasslinCaps?"
"Vaguely, why?"
"It's a supposed dirtsheet," Cody explained, "A Tumblr girl who seems to be hell bent on exposing me as being gay but only has half the facts, hates Brandi, thinks Lay's a thirsty slut and claims Randy has an illegitimate baby."
"WHAT?! How in.."
"I know, me, Joshy and Lay read it for laughs back in the day," Cody said, "I showed Randy and he was pissed the fuck off. He was going to sue the girl behind it for libel but Cena talked him out of it. So I call him Randalyn to tease him cos that's what she used to call him."
"Anything about me?" asked Daniel.
"Nope but I think she's backed off, and n00blog got taken down, it was password protected anyway," Cody said, "I managed to get the password. If only she knew she was actually talking to me. Beauty of the net."
"I hate all that, why cant people just enjoy the wrestling?" Daniel said.
"I know," Cody said, "It's like theyre desperate to find out whos dating who and what stuff on screen comes from backstage stuff. Like apparently Punk hates my guts cos of Beth."
"Beth being yet another beard for you and Ted," grinned Daniel.
"Exactly," Cody smirked, "I SO wanted to correct that girl and say that actually, Beth preferred to get me and Joshy pissed up on amaretto so she could dance with us. Well, Joshy cos he was smaller and she could lift him easy."
"Cant believe she's a mom now," Daniel said.
"I know, daughter of her and Edge, she'll be a beautiful blond who's awesome in the ring," gushed Cody.
John Cena was waiting backstage, fresh from beating Randy in a hard fought contest and facing major hostility from the fans as per usual. Randy had almost lost his shit and let the chants get to him out there, culminating in a DDT from the top turnbuckle. John hated fighting with Randy. He should have just kept his big mouth shut for once. He spotted Randy padding over, carrying his titles as usual.
"Johnny," grunted Randy.
"Hey," John said softly, "Baby...I'm sorry for being a douche."
"Me too," mumbled Randy, "I hate fighting with you."
"You didn't hurt me out there, no harm done," John shrugged, "You killed it and you will again with Cesaro tomorrow night."
"Wanna go back to the bus," Randy said.
"Sure, let's just change and then we can go chill, forget the last week ever happened," John said, "It's OK to have a crush Randal. You're human."
"You don't hate me?"
"Don't be silly! You might be a hormonal, high-maintenance diva twenty four hours a day but you're still my boy and I still love you," grinned John, putting an arm around those sweat-sheened, hypermobile shoulders.
"And because I've been mad at you, we've not had sex since last Raw," Randy said, attempting to smile coyly. But just smirked instead.
"Exactly, no sex makes you the world's biggest hell bitch," smirked John, taking Randy's hand, "You and Cody are one and the same in that respect."
"Exactly," Randy said, not denying that he was VERY easily sexually frustrated. But he had John Cena in his bed, so who WOULDN'T be? "It's why we bonded in Legacy."
"Pair of queens," John chuckled, "Did he, or did he not ever make you watch RuPaul's Drag Race?"
"Yes, I hated it," Randy said, "So did DiBiase. Gay culture sucks ass."
"Unless you're drunk, in clubs and catchy tunes come on, then you twerk your booty off with the best of them," teased John, "Damn you were hot that night. I would have taken you in that club as soon as Kesha finished."
"Why didn't you?" smirked Randy. Mmm. That night was fresh in his mind. And the dirty poppers-fuelled sex that followed. John was in full alpha male top mode that night and Randy fucking LOVED it.
"Slut," grinned John.
"Only for you Cena," Randy smirked back.
"Are we cool, we done fighting?" asked John.
"I suppose Johnny. But you have to make it up to me," Randy replied.
"Oh I will once you get your tanned ass onto that bus," John said, spanking him.
Randy, now in one of John's latest Cenation tees (yeah so what, he was allowed) and sweatpants, was chilling on the bed of his tour bus with a can of beer while John did some stretches to wind down. He could never stay mad at John forever. And it was better than John hating him for fancying the diminutive, hirsute Bryan. John finished stretching and crawled his hulking frame, which looked even more gigantic in the compact dimensions of the tour bus, onto the bed.
"Hey pouty," smirked the older man.
"You done now?" Randy rumbled.
"Yup, all yours baby," John said, pecking Randy who let out a most uncharacteristic whine and began to kiss back passionately, humping against John needily. Damn those hormones.
"Make it up to me Johnny," he growled.
"Hungry as always," chuckled John.
"We've not had sex for a whole week, I've had a match with you, what do you expect Cena?!" snarled Randy, "Just take me you fucking irritating hunk."
"Easy tiger," smirked John and he whipped Randy's sweatpants down instantly, enjoying the bulging briefs underneath. Damnit Orton, sexy undies?
"Like them?" Randy growled.
"Hell fucking yes," snarled John, "You little slut.."
He pulled the sweats clean off and lay atop Randy, attacking his mouth with fierce, masculine kisses, Randy wrapping his sculpted, long legs around him, grabbing John's large, solid ass.
"Fuck me Johnny," he rumbled desperately, "No romance, just fucking do me."
John sat up onto his knees and clumsilyt began to take his jorts off along with his boxers.
"And your shirt!" Randy barked. He wanted to see ALL of that ripped, massive hulk. WHile he kept John's Cenation tee on. Showing that he was John's. And always will be.
John did as he was told and stripped completely naked.
Randy had an idea. He reached under the bed and pulled one of the storage drawers out, picking up a pack of Hall's cough sweets. Extra Strong. Mmmm. He only occasionaly let John suck his cock but when he did, he liked John to suck on one of these as it added to the sensation. Same as why he liked fucking with menthol lube. But this time, he was going to show John how it felt.
He popped one into his mouth and smirked naughtily, his piercing blue eyes sparkling.
John just shot him the dimples. Oh Randy you were such a little minx in bed. He straddled the younger man's shirt-clad torso and Randy grabbed his huge thighs, eagerly taking John into his mouth.
John gasped and moaned. Oh FUCK.
Now he knew why Randy liked him to suck on those when he gave Randy oral...oh jesus. He grunted and began to fuck the tanned, goateed face in earnest. And Randy was criminally good at head.
"Fuck baby...if you don't stop...damnit...I'm gonna nut right down your throat," he moaned, his Massachusetts accent really heavy as always when he was horny.
Randy released him.
"Then you better hurry up and fuck me," he moaned, "Cos I want it up my ass."
John crawled down and spread Randy's legs, whipping the black briefs off, that scent that was uniquely Randy assaulting his nostrils.
"Johnny," moaned Randy, taking a cough drop, "Suck on this before you eat me out."
"Yes sir," smirked John, saluting him teasingly before putting the sweet into his mouth and diving between those perfect, amazing thighs and his tongue got to work on that tight entrance, Randy moaning and mewling loudly at the cooling, tingling sensations that just drove him crazy, John jerking Randy's cock with one of his free hands to tantalise him some more, Randy's long arms thrashing and punching the duvet. Damnit Cena.
"You want your fave lube, huh?" John drawled, kneeling back up.
Randy nodded. Just taking on John's naked form in the dim light of the tour bus was sending him wild. Never mind his little cough drop kink. Air Waves gum was good too. He reached back into the drawer and took out the minty lubricant, handing it to John who began to coat his impressive cock, Randy laying his long legs on the older man's huge shoulders. Randy loved being pinned down and just taken by this lump of muscle of a man. Powerless. John putting him in the STF in the ring always turned him on A LOT. He moaned as John applied lube to his entrance. Sometimes if hotel rooms had mini fridges, Randy would put the lube in there to make it as cold as possible.
John tossed the bottle aside and leaned forward, Randy's legs still on his shoulders; teasing the tight entrance..and entered. 12 years meant they knew each other so fucking well in bed. Randy crying out almost in gratitude at finally being penetrated after what seemed like a god-damn life time. He had to laugh when he'd read Centon (yeah judge him, Candy might have turned his stomach but Centon had been great whack material when John couldn't be there for whatever reasons i.e media work) and he'd been the dominant top to submissive John. They clearly didnt know what it felt like to be fucked by Cena.
"Don't be shy Johnny," he panted, "Pound me like a ring rat."
"You asked for it," growled John and began to thrust in and out of the bronze ass hard, Randy letting out sharp mewls and growls almost instantly. His fucking bus. He could be as loud as he liked.
"OH FUCK YES JOHNNY!" he yelled, arms flailing, determined to grab something to take this pounding.
"Ya like that huh Orton, you miss me?" John growled, pure Thuganomics now spilling from his mouth, hitting every one of Randy's buttons.
"Yeah...OH GOD yeah...fuck me...!" Randy was already strugglign to string words together, his ass on fire.
John pulled Randy up, using his brute strength, staying on his powerful knees so Randy could ride him. His knees could take it. And this made Randy one heck of a hot mess.
Randy rode in earnest, cries, moans, whimpers and growls in equal measure leaving his throat, arms around John's neck and huge back, taking what was his, his prostate being stabbed frequently...he'd known back in 2001 that this perfect, perfect man was a keeper even just for the mindblowing sex he'd given him...and over a decade later, Randy still couldnt get enough of this boy from Massachusetts.
"Ya like that, champ, huh?" growled John, "Ride my dick Orton."
He thrust right back into Randy.
Randy was incoherent, crying John's name.
He was so close.
It had been a week.
And John was nailing him so fucking good.
He was going to blow one massive load all over them both.
"Oh...OHHHH! OH FUCK.."
"Blow that load champ," snarled John.
Randy just didnt give a fuck anymore and screamed as the pulling behind his perfect abs was too much to bear..his ass on fire..his legs aching so good...and he finally went over the edge, ropes of semen splattering John's sweat sheened pecs and abs and all up Randy's Cenation tee.
John couldn't take it anymore...Randy was gripping him like a vice and the way he screamed and convulsed like that finished him.
He roared mannishly and gripped his boyfriend tight as he exploded inside the tight heat, filling Randy with his essence.
Randy was gasping, his legs turning to jelly. He collapsed onto his back, his chest rising and falling, the most satisfied smile on his handsome face.
John pulled out and lay next to his sated boy, also spent.
"Love you Johnny," gasped Randy, kissing him deeply, "You're so fucking amazing."
"Does that make it up to you?" grinned John, as Randy wriggled into his favourite little spoon position.
"And more," Randy said, "Sorry for being an overemotional bitch."
"It's part of you," John whispered, pulling the duvet over them, "I love you. You can take that tee off now."
"Nope, I wanna wear it," Randy murmured.
Bless him. He could be so adorable when he wanted. John doubted any other sane man could handle Randy and his tantrums as well as his funny little ways. Randy was well and truly spent, aching all over but he had John in his bed so fuck that shit. He was falling into a deserved sleep.
John pecked the back of the crewcutted younger man's neck as tiredness overtook him to and they fell asleep spooning one another, just as Randy's driver removed his headphones and started the engine to take them to the next show on the road.
Well a lot longer than chapter one and I thought it was time to get stuck into the smut just because after that Centon match how could you not? I know Randy being vulnerable is a shock for some but the guy's a dad and has feelings too. Plus John in my eyes will always be a power top. Even with that ARSE.
And Mizzy and Antonio seem to have something going on too! You have to feel sorry for the big strong Swiss for letting Mizzy play him like that but more of that will come.
DB seems to have accepted being the topic of Randal's affections with a grain of salt but you've got to feel sorry for him. Sheamus will have to learn to remove foot from mouth as well, take a leaf out his buddy Cena's book.
Yes, I went there. I referenced PRC. I'm surprised more people haven't to be honest!
So Goldust has appeared in my fics for the first time since his brief showing in Champ's CHoice back in 2012! And it's obvious whats happening with Joshy..I need to catch NXT to check this doesn't totally drift away from it.
Hope you enjoyed this anyway and there'll be a new chapter up shortly!
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