Chapter 3

Mixed responses it seemed for the last one..

Well Mizzy's man rocked the house on this past Raw with Randal's man...

And you can sigh with relief as I'm waiting until after NXT Arrival before I bring Jody back in.

And finally the SHield will make their first appearance in my work before they split (as usual, I never cash in until the end). Anyway enjoy the show:

A standing ovation greeted Antonio Cesaro (well now going by just Cesaro) as the tall Swiss made his way backstage. Of course, right at the front and glowing with admiration, was Mike the Miz. After being told how good he was by various members of the locker room, Cesaro found himself bundled with the chunky Ohio native.

"That was the hottest match I've ever seen," Mike moaned, "I'm so horny after that Claudio, what you gonna do about it?"

"Not in front of everyone else!" hissed Cesaro.

"Why, you ashamed of me?" pouted Mike, "I get it. Swiss hunk and mainevent of tonight's show doesnt want big fat Miz to cramp his style. I get the picture."

Mike began to hug himself, something which he hadn't done for a while. Cesaro had really offended him. It was like he was suddenly the Swiss' shameful dirty secret. All week they'd been seeing each other since that epic fuck backstage in Los Angeles. Mike had been getitng the best sex of his life, every day. And been taken out to dinner twice. Cesaro had some cash stashed away. And the suit Mike was wearing right now had been bought for him by the Swiss. But one roof-blower of a match with Cena and all of a sudden Cesaro didnt want to acknowledge him?

"No, no!" Cesaro said, realising he'd now have to remove foot from mouth, "I just...don't want people to..."

"WHAT?!" spat Mike.

The Swiss didn't actually know. He wasn't ready to be open about being with Mike yet if he was honest.

"Well if you're gonna just throw me away like yesterday's trash," Mike snarled, "I hear Barrett's alone. Maybe I should go and get me some British beef."

He started to browse his phone right in front of Cesaro and found a picture of himself taken in a mirror, on all fours, his curvaceous butt naughtily framed by a skimpy Bike jock. He text it to Wade Barrett, with an accompanying message.

Wanna play? : P

Wade replied almost immediately.

From : Stuey

Oh NOW you want to speak to me. Cesaro not put out?

Mike would not be beaten.

To: Stuey

C'mon Wade...I'm sorry for being a bitch. I miss my hot Brit.

Cesaro snatched the phone from Mike.

"Slut," he snarled.

"You knew what you were getting when you first started to join in with me and Jakey," spat Mike.

"I thought you really liked me," Cesaro growled.

"Well i thought you were a gentleman, but as you're too ashamed of me to cuddle me in front of our coworkers cos I'm too fat or too low on the card for your tastes, I'm bored of you now."

Cesaro's face turned scarlet and rage boiled up inside him. THe fucking...he'd just..let himself get USED like this? He was meant to be a six foot plus, tough guy, and he'd let the fucking Miz use him as a walking dildo and ATM machine this past week! He should have known Mike probably said shit like he did in LA to Barrett or Swaggs if they'd fucked him good enough.

But he wasn';t about to get made a doormat.

Oh no sir.

Cesaro grabbed Mike and devoured his lips hungrily, grabbing at the big fat butt shown off to perfection in these suit pants, Mike whimpering and kissing right back.

"I'm sorry Claudio, me and my big mouth again," he moaned, "Forgive me?"

"Ever pull shit like that again, and you and I are done!" snarled Cesaro.

"Oooh," grinned Mike, "You make me so wet when you're mad. I had to get up from my chair during your match and left a big damp patch."

He was really playing up this chickification thing because actually, it turned him on a LOT. Cesaro was just so masculine and macho in every way, all muscle and body hair whereas Mike was a fashionista in his expensive designer clothes, veneers, Hollywood lifestyle and hairless skin. He was definitely the girl in this relationship. And whats more...he LIKED it. He proved his manliness at the weights and in the ring.

Cesaro grinned, and his cheeks turned pink. He;d never had so many compliments thrown at him daily. Swagger didn';t even mind that Mike was now preferring the Swiss to him and took it upon himself to make fun of Cesaro every day.

"I uh...gotta go shower," mumbled the Swiss as Mike nuzzled into his sweaty, furry broad chest.

"Nobody around Claudio," Mike grinned, flashing his perfect veneered teeth and sinking to his knees, "Got a lot of tension from the match built up. Allow me."

He pulled the skimpy black trunls down those never-ending, fuzzy legs and almost passed out at the scent of pure masculinity that invade his nostrils. He took Cesaro's hardon into his mouth and began to suck hungrily. Mmmm. Man sweat. He could smell the canvas and body oil. And it was his job to give his Swiss stallion some relief whenever he was required to. Mike kneaded the hard, firm, furry buns of Cesaro';s ass as he got to work, licking all the way up to the Swiss's uncut head, playing with the taller man's balls.

Cesaro was groaning mannishly, back against the wall, his knucles white at the sensations. Mike was so fucking good at head (Swaggs wasn't. A great fuck, but a bad suck). And his fingers were so delicate...he began to fuck the handsome face, Mike's blue eyes peeping up at him naughtily.

"C'mon, let your tension go Claudio, give it to me," Mike purred, "Come on you big hunk...blow that load you've been dying to for the past hour."

He started to suck hard and refused to let up. Cesaro groaning loudly, so fucking close. He could feel it pulling behind his abs. Oh fuck...he couldn't...he;d been itching to since the bell..

A loud bellow rent the air and garbled cussing in either French or German as Cesaro finally went over the edge, gratefully expelling ropes of his essence into the hungry, waiting mouth.

Mike gulped every drop down gratefully. Well Cody always told him a good boyfriend must always without question, swallow.

And Cesaro had the sweetest tasting jizz out of all the men Mike had been with in the past few years.

He licked his lips and got to his feet.

"Feel better, mon cher?" he purred.

Cesaro nodded. Damn that had really relaxed him. And now he had that dull ache that always comes after really good head. He felt sated and calm.

Mike pecked him.

"You go and shower sweetie, and I'll meet you in the parking lot," he grinned.

"And then I can thank you," grinned Cesaro.

"Use those long fingers," Mike smirked, "You can do things with those most men could dream of."

Randy Orton had changed for the night and was about to go to his tour bus, where as customary when John had a pretty hardgoing match, he was to give John a massage. He was a pretty good masseur if he did say so himself, and when your man was as hardworking and as big as John, it was Randy's duty to help his man relax after work. Oh he was so SOPPY but did he give a fuck? No.

One of the few things his marriage (of convenience) to Sam had taught him was the importance of a good massage at the end of the working day. So what if he, Randy had been the main event? John was the true face of the company.

The door to the locker room opened and in walked Daniel Bryan, shoulder bandaged up.

Oh no...

Fate was a cruel bastard. It was fucking bad enough that he had to fight of all people, SHEAMUS tonight. Randy had bitten his tongue to prevent uncharacteristc jealous bitchy remarks from leaving his mouth in the match. And now Bryan was alone in a room with him.

Bryan was looking really good tonight too.

Randy had watched Bryan stretching before the match. Damn he was flexible. Sheamus must get that body into some sinful positions. Randy felt envious. Maybe he should try and up his game. Mind you, John could fold him completely in half...

"Oh hey Randy," Daniel said, spotting the flush to the WWE WOrld Heavyweight Champion's cheeks. He was still pissed the fuck off with Sheamus and had spent all his time with Brie this week (again) , but now he'd jsut been treated to Randy Orton BLUSHING. Randy Orton never fucking blushed. And Daniel was once more hit with the OTHER problem in his lovelife. His admirer. How could he explain THAT one to Brie?

"Hey," rumbled Randy, titles over his shoulders once more, trying to play it cool, "Great match with Christian...you're a workhorse doing two tonight."

"Stop avoiding the great white elephant in the room, Randy," Daniel sighed, "Did you ask to face Shea?"

"No," Randy mumbled, "I'm supposed to face everyone in the chamber, remember. I had to. Didn't fucking want to."

"Good because it was literally the most awkward match I've ever seen, and I had to watch it with Brie," Daniel said, "My secret boyfriend and the guy who has a crush on me against one another. Torn between getting turned on and pissed the fuck off."

"Why pissed off?" asked Randy.

"Cos I don't need this!" spat Daniel, "I don't want to hurt Brie anymore. But I can't just leave Shea. And I tried to warn you off me but for some reason you're still...EYES UP!"

Randy was startled. Daniel might be small and cute but he could have an aggressive voice if he wanted. Adding to his cute little schnauzer vibe, his bark could be piercing. And Randy's eyes had travelled to that bulge and those curvy, sexy smooth thighs.

"Sorry," he mumbled, no wanting the ground to open up and swallow him. So much for being the great Randy orton, he was worse than a lovesick kid. He had to get back to John. Remind himself why he'd spent 12 years with Cena. The sex last Monday had been off the fucking chain. Randy hadnt been fucked like that in quite some time.

"Were you checking me out?" asked Daniel.

"NO!" snapped Randy.

"Yes you were," Daniel smirked.

"Go and be with Brie!" snarled Randy.

"Maybe I don't want to," Daniel smirked, pushing aside the burning guilt inside his stomach. Half of him wanted to see how far he could go in pushing Randy's buttons. Just to show Sheamus that this wasn't something to be taken lightly...and that other men DID find him attractive. This was why Daniel had thrown Sheamus under a bus so quickly. To him it felt like the Irishman was finding it hilarious that someone as hot as Randy would fancy him. Like it was a joke. Like NO-way-José sort of a joke.

But was this worth it. A night in the sack with Randy Orton? And then there'd be the fallout, which would be almsot Chernobylian. He'd have cheated on Brie with another person; cheated on Sheamus; and Randy would have cheated on Cena, which really was not a good idea and made Randy a hypocrite with how jealous he was whenever John went anywhere with a 2 mile radius of Zack Ryder.

"I'll er...see you at Smackdown Randy," Daniel said, head catching up with him.

"Sure," Randy said as the little bearded man left the room, still in his trunks and kickpads.

Daniel had a hot ass. Randy could not stop staring.

Something to grab hold of while he poured all that energy into fucking Randy.

Mmmmm.

Now Randy was hard as fuck.

But not over John Cena.

His phone buzzed.

Randy opened the message.

John had sent him a mirror selfie. Naked. Every powerful muscle highlighted. Veins popping. His dick hard.

Randy moaned.

DAMN THE FUCKING WORLD.

His hormones were in overdrive.

He had to get back to his tour bus.

Pronto.

Hope John was feeling up to going in hard.

Mike was in his hotel room, freshly showered and in a short magenta kimono (a joke present from Maryse but damn it showed his curves off) while Cesaro showered. They'd met in the parking lot sooner as the Swiss had decided to enjoy the nicer jacuzzi to relax his powerful muscles.

And Mike had shamelessly ogled the hunk as he'd taken a shower. THis was a NICE hotel room., Big en suite. Just the thing for someone with Mike's tastes.

Cesaro re-appeared, a towel around his waist, water glistening off his muscular chest and stmach...those broad shoulders...rippling muscles.

Mike was rock hard under this kimono.

He was fighting the urge to jerk off just looking at the Swiss right now.

Cesaro pulled on some lounge pants under the towel (he was still pretty damn sated from that amazing blowjob Mike gave him at the arena) and lay next to the smaller, chubbier man.

"Bonjour," he rumbled, a seducltive smirk on his goateed face.

"Bonjour," whimpered Mike, pecking his lips, "You're wearing the cologne I bought you in LA."

What? Mike wasn't a gold digger. He had money. He should spend it on this hunk of man in his bed. He looked at his phone. A few more pissed off texts from Wade Barrett. Ah well, he'll read them later.

Cesaro's long arm slipped between Mike's smooth, chunky legs, caressing Mike's cock and balls.

Mike moaned with need...he was so good with those hands.

He spread his legs.

"L-lower...please..." he whimpered.

He pulled a sachet of lubricant from the pocket of his kimono and handed to Cesaro.

The larger man tore the sachet open with his teeth and began to coat two of his fingers. He knew what Mike was craving. He was hard but still oh so sated and sensitive from earlier. Good job he had long fingers really..

He leaned over and began to tease Mike's skin in his most intimate spot, stroking the tight entrance. Mike moaned and whimpered.

"G-go on..." he mewed.

Cesaro inserted both fingers slowly, scissoring as he did so, Mike letting out high pitched moans and even tiny screams. Cesaro was so fucking good in bed. He must have scores of women on his bedpost with talent like this. The Swiss kept scissoring until he could feel Mike's prostate and pushed against it.

"OHHHHH Claudioooo!" whimpered Mike, arms thrashing. Oh yes.

He was resisiting so hard to just fist his cock and make himself blow a huge load. He wanted Antonio to finger him until he came. He spread his legs as far apart as possible, giving his partner as much access.

Cesaro leaned down and began to kiss Mike, silencing all the noise. He;d never seen a guy go so mad just from being fingered. Meant he could take it easy and still please Mike. He continued to rub Mike's prostate inside the tight warm heat.

"Ohhhhh! OHHHHH!"

Mike was in fucking heaven.

He was already getting close.

He could feel it.

Oh God he could feel it.

This was ten time sbetter than just being jerked off.

His legs were on fire. He could feel it boiling up inside of him. This was gonna be a sensation like no other. Who cared if he came all over the kimono..not when youve got the strongest pound-for-pound member of the WWE roster pleasing you in the most intimate way right here?

"C-claudio...I'm so...so..I'm gonna...oh Claudio...please...don't stop you fucking stud.."

Cesaro was transfixed. Mike was really going to shoot just from his fingers.

Mike was thrashing wildly, punching the bed, his body convulsing, the small screams and whimpers increasing in volume. Oh fuck...he couldn't stop it...

Mike screamed piercingly, his voice going up an entire octave as thick ropes of semen splattered his body, his entire body erupting with this mindblowing orgasm. Cesaro used his free arm to support his lover as he rode out this epic climax, totally not even on this planet anymore.

Holy fuck.

He should do that more often.

Mike was gasping.

That had been unlike anything else. Knocked being jerked off and being blown out the ball park. And that showed what a true bottom Mike was. He pulled Cesaro to him and kissed him deeply.

"You're amazing," he panted, "You're so fucking amazing. I want to be with you. Properly. Please Claudio, I want to be your boyfriend."

"No more fucking about with Swaggs or Barrett?" asked Cesaro.

"No. You're all I need. My Swiss stallion," Mike murmured, "You're the best I've ever had..and you do stuff to me nobody else can."

He looked down at his expensive kimono. Covered with his release. Wont be wearing this for a while.

Mike clumsily took it off, his whole lower half numbed and sated. Cesaro wiped the lubricant from his fingers and climbed into bed, spooning Mike from behind and pulling the covers over them both.

He had to grin to himself when Mike's hand took his. Maybe this would go somewhere after all.

It was late on the Saturday before Elimination Chamber.

On the outskirts of Minneapolis, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins were dragging their sports bags up to the reception desk. A dodgy GPS in their rental and Dean's terrible navigational skills meant that rather than room in the plush hotel with the rest of the roster for the pay per view, they'd had to make do with this dive. OK they had a powerhouse of a match with the Wyatts on the card to do so they should be somewhere nice...Oh well, just like the Ring Of Honor days.

"You said turn left!" Seth was complaining.

"I was convinced it was the right road," hit back Dean.

"It might have been the right road had it not been a river..." Seth grumbled.

He hit the attention bell on the reception desk.

"Hello, pleasant journey?" droned the virtually catatonic receptionist.

The two Shield members just exchanged glances.

"Yeah, took the scenic route," Dean said, "Have you got anything for the night?"

"You're in luck, just sign here, youre in number 7," the receptionist said.

"You guys still serving dinner?" asked Seth, "Only we're pretty hungry."

"Afraid the cook's gone home and he locks the kitchen," the receptionist said, "How about a Life Saver?"

She offered them an ancient crystal dish full of the ring-shaped mints.

"Oh perfect," snarked Seth, "Least when we die of hunger we'll have fresh minty breath!"

As they were signing, two skinny, well-dressed young men walked behind them.

"I love you!"

"I love you more!"

"No, I love YOU more."

And they sloppily began to make out in the lobby.

"Aww look at them," remarked Dean. Underneath his eccentricities and rough in ring style, the indie king was a bit of a softie. But don't tell anyone that for God's sake.

"Gut-wrenching isn't it?" snarked Seth as he signed.

"Was thinking romantic, those guys look barely out of high school," Dean said, "Have their whole lives ahead of them,"

"Well let's hope they don't have to take the scenic route," deadpanned Seth.

"Some people know how to enjoy the journey Seth," replied Dean.

"Bit difficult to enjoy it with you shouting (he put on a bad impression of Dean's promo voice) 'you're gonna hit that cow' every ten minutes!" Seth said.

The Shield boys took their keys and made their way up the dingy staircase to a formica door with a tarnished brass 7 on it. This place seemed like it hadnt been updated since the mid 1970s. Life on the road. You'd think as top guys they'd get the best deals but not always. They unlocked the door and entered the small double bedroom. Neither of them minded.

Seth and Dean had been in a secret relationship for the past three years. It had begun in FCW and all the way through NXT to right now. Roman had only found out by walking in on them screwing each other senseless one night and they'd forgotten to lock the door. After getting over the initial shock of seeing Dean on all fours with Seth fucking him like he hated him, Roman had gotten used to his fellow partners being all over one another in rentals and at the gym. Roman had actually been more surprised that Dean was the bottom boy and not the slimmer Seth. But Seth had a beard for a reason..

Only reason they werent out was simply because they didn't want certain people (namely Cody Rhodes) pumping them for the in and out details. As far as Seth was concerned they shoulds just get their own porn rather than finding out everything about others' sex lives!

"This place reminds of me of the indies," Dean said, kicking his shoes off and throwing himself onto the bed.

"In what way?" remarked Seth.

"Looks like an 80s timewarp," Dean said, grinning as Seth crawled onto the bed, pressing his bristled lips to Dean's, the two men finally enjoying some alone time.

"What you thinking?" purred Dean as he and Seth made out a little.

"That we should have eaten those Life Savers," Seth said, as Dean rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop thinking about food!"

"Well imagine I'm covered in creme fraiche," Dean grinned, laying back, eyes shut, looking much like he did when he had Jake Roberts' snake in his face last month.

"Nah, I need something more substantial," Seth said.

"Fine!" huffed Dean, "Imagine I'm a deep fried haddock!"

"We had that last night didnt we?" Seth said.

"We never let shit like this bother us back in developmental," Dean remarked, shuffling up the bed.

"Aww c'mon, then we were a mass of raging hormones, we'd have slept on a bed of broken glass to have had sex," Seth said.

"Yeah...where has the excitement gone?" Dean sighed.

They were suddenly aware of the sound of creaking from next door.

"Ohh fuck...fuck yeah!" came a man's voice.

"Obviously next door," Seth said, wishing his headphones hadnt broken now.

"You don't think they could be moving their bags in do you?" Dean said.

"OOOH YES!" suddenly moaned a second disembodied male voice from next door.

Seth smirked.

"Well he certainly has!" he chuckled.

More moaning and cussing.

"Here, hang on," chuckled Seth, "I think he's just found the complementary shower cap!"

"I've just remembered something," Dean said, crawling across the bed once more, Seth getting one heck of a view of, in his opinion an underrated and perfect bubble butt, "That might cheer you up a bit Sethie."

Yes, the popular tumblr fangirl nickname for Seth was also Dean's preferred pet name. But don't tell anyone.

"Awww no what could be more fun than this?" laughed Seth, now in better spirits, listening to the two randy men next door. It was getting seriously hardcore by the sound of it, creaking, crashing, lots of 'FUCK YEAH's and even skin slapping against skin.

"Chocolate," grinned Dean, pulling out a large Mr Goodbar.

"OH I LOVE YOU!" growled Seth, both to compete with next door and because the two-tone haired man was fucking starving, snatching a large chunk off the chocolate bar and cramming it into his bearded mouth.

"Oh my God.." Dean cottoned on.

"OH MY GOD!" came one of the men's voices from next door above the creaking and skin slapping.

"Oh yeah that's good!" moaned Seth, laying it on with a trowel now.

"Oh yeah!"

"Oh fuck yes that's good."

However from next door, the noise was getting seriously loud and incoherent and finally a loud masculine bellow mixed with a higher piutched scream sounded as the horny gay couple next door evidenly had both just shot their wads.

"They must have the cookie centre," deadpanned Dean as Seth collapsed into howls of laughter.

Next morning, Dean and Seth walked into the dated motel diner, both men craving food after a short night's sleep. They could not be off their game today at all. Big match.

"What are you doing?" asked Dean as Seth scanned the dining area as they sat down.

"Checking for Shield fangirls," Seth said, "Not in the mood right now for that."

"You're lucky, it's me they throw themselves at," Dean said.

"I know, I've seen Tumblr," grinned Seth.

"Oh those Tumblr girls that you want to stop," Dean replied.

"Well, I've read it...why am I always the submissive little booty boy? And to ROMAN?" Seth complained, "The guy who's freaking straight as a board."

"Are you saying I'm not," pouted Dean.

"Quit pouting, doesn't suit you," teased Seth, "Your vests and pants have gotten so tight out in the ring that you can see everything...Eyyyyyy!"

He grinned broadly and help up both his thumbs. To annoy Dean, Seth always maintained that with his shorter haircut, tight vest and black trousers, Dean was now the spit of The Fonz from Happy Days, and frequently did Fonzie impressions to tease his other half. Not that Seth ever complained about Dean';s bubble ass being visible. Ever.

"Do that again Sethie and I'm not putting out for a month," snapped Dean.

"You couldn't go without for a month," smirked Seth.

"I was so horny last night as well," Dean murmured before a middle aged waiter came to take their orders. Both men instantly going for the meatiest biggest things on the breakfast menu of course.

Conversation between them was turning distinctly naughty, Dean rubbing a mischeiuvous foot up Seth's jean clad leg until their food turned up.

As they dived into the piles of bacon, sausage etc, Dean turned and spotted the two young gay men from the lobby yesterday sat at a table. He grinned and gave them both a thumbs up which they returned, obviously either recognising him or because they were neighbours.

"Who are you giving the thumb?" asked Seth.

"THe couple in number six," Dean replied.

"What? You don't even know them!" Seth said.

"After last night I think we know them intimately," deadpanned Dean.

"We know they can cum in sync," snorted Seth, "Aww man why are these tables so close together?"

"I like it, makes everything more relaxed and chummy," Dean said.

Seth gave him an incredulous look.

"I don't want 'relaxed and chummy'," complained the shorter man, "I want tense and left alone."

"Oh hey guys," came a rasping, gruff, masculine voice that could only belong to the huge, imposing figure of Ryback.

"Oh...hey," Seth replied, "You guys staying here too? Never said."

Ryback was sat on a table with Curtis Axel just opposite them. How could they not have spotted them, not like Ryback could easily blend in.

"I like this place," Curtis put in.

"Oh yeah. Of course...this is your stomping ground," Seth said.

"Dad used to take me here when I was kid for breakfasts cos theyre awesome," Curtis said, a reminscent smile on his face, "Place hasnt changed."

"Did you bring Punk here?" asked Dean.

Curtis shuffled.

"Er..."

"What room you guys in?" rumbled Ryback.

"7," replied Seth, "The 70s room."

"Oh awesome, we're neighbors," Curtis said.

"We're the couple in number 6," Ryback finished.

Dean and Seth just looked at one another, both trying desperately not to laugh. But...wait?

"I er...thought...you and Punk...?" Seth choked out.

"Ask yourselves this," Ryback put in, his thick arm now resting protectively on Curtis' shoulders, "Why else has AJ been champ for such a long time?"

"Talent?" Dean said, "Don't be a sexist jerkass."

"He couldn't handle being in a relationship with me," Curtis said, looking incredibly said.

"Not being mean dude but you know he's the biggest man whore in the business," Seth said.

"Not had much luck with guys have you?" Dean said.

"Gabriel, Striker, both using bastards," Curtis replied, "Am I really that hideous?"

"No," Ryback said, and not giving any fucks, kissed the side of Curtis' head.

"So how long you guys been dating?" asked Seth.

"Only just started seeing each other," Curtis said, "Phil hasn't returned any of my calls since he quit. And Layla told me...you know she and AJ were a couple, right?"

"NO...wow," Seth said, whistling, "I didnt know she..they...swung that way."

"Apparently they havent been together since she found out about the Michelle Beadle incident," Curtis said, "AJ cheated on her. Nice when she's going through all that, huh. And then...after Smackdown wrapped this week...Ryan and I...ended up in bed together."

"Sorry if we kept you guys awake," rumbled Ryback smirking.

"New relationship," Dean said, "It's cool..."

"Where's Reigns?" asked Curtis.

"Er.,..."

"I thought you guys always roomed and travelled together," Ryback put in, before chuckling,"Curtis...Curtis...JOE...get your hands off! Not while people are eating!"

Dean and Seth exchanged smirks.

"I know someone else who cant keep his hands to himself," mumbled Seth.

"Rated M for Moxley baby," smirked Dean.

"Race you upstairs," grinned Curtis to Ryback.

Ryback got to his feet.

"I've got to fit 9 meals in today you know," he said.

"Feast on me instead big guy," purred Curtis, totally not caring Dean and Seth could see, Ryback was the first man on this roster he'd had who'd actually made him feel sexy.

Seth and Dean watched the two leave, Ryback's big hand on Curtis's bubble butt possessively.

"I remember when we were skipping meals to fuck," Dean said.

"Wish we hadnt eaten this now," Seth complained, "Got a hardon that just won't go down."

Dean smirked and got to his feet.

"Might just have room for dessert," he grinned.

"You'll barf!" Seth said.

"Don't be so greedy Sethie," smirked Dean, "Hadnt we better hurry up and get to the rental?"

They quickly made their way out into the car park and as soon as they located the rental, Dean pushed Seth against the driver's side of the car before sinking to his knees and unzipping Seth's jeans, pulling them down and taking his man's hard cock into his mouth.

Seth moaned gratefully at the attention. Dean was fucking brilliant at head. And it was so risky...anyone could catch them! And he was a bit frustrated so this won't last.

Dean got to work, licking the tip, taking Seth right down to the base before removing almost all the way from his mouth, massaging the Armenian's downy thighs, Seth not having to woryr abour removing his body hair now he wrestled in pants. Dean always thought Seth had much hotter legs than him and looked more like the bottom of their relationship, no matter how many compliments Seth paid him about his body.

"Fuck Jonny..." groaned Seth.

He only ever used Dean's real name in sex. And cos it was Dean's kryptonite. Dean only ever called Seth Colby whenever he reached orgasm. Or if he was pissed off at him. Dean moaned softly and continued to pleasure his man, his fingers playing with Seth's balls, enjoying the pitchy groans and 'fuck yeahs' coming from Seth's mouth. Seth had a filthy mouth during sex. And Dean fucking loved it. But Seth could also be a gent too.

"Fuck Jonny...youre so fucking good...oh fuck..." Seth's groans grew to a crescendo before he bucked and exploded down Dean;'s throat, the internet favourite gratefully swallowing every drop. After Elimination Chamber...Dean was hoping Seth would give him what he'd been craving the past couple of days..

Just a short chapter because it's now been over a week and wanted to introduce the Shield (while they're still together) as well as Rybaxel. I know in the previous chapter it was Punxel but it seemed to make more sense that Punk's womanising reputation is still in evidence and plus I think Rybaxel are a hot couple!

Shield stole the show at EC IMO, and I am about to watch this week's Raw after this chapter goes live. Hope there's enough to keep you all happy! x