Chapter 4
Beginning to think people are liking this story less and less as the reviews are dropping...but anyway.
So I finally posted some Shield stuff. And they've just split. Oh well.
Still haven't got round to watching NXT Arrival though I accidentally saw a major spoiler whilst at work (I work nights) so don't know if I will...anyway. I digress. We're at EC to begin with.
Seth and Dean were stood in the corridor of the arena, awaiting their match with the Wyatts. This was one of the most eagerly anticipated matches of the pay per view - the first of the new breed of WWE Superstars as of course, every person participating was from NXT.
Roman wandered over, and he was smirking.
"Was beginning to wonder if you'd bailed on me and I'd have to do a handicap," he remarked, "Where you guys been at?"
"Well thanks to our rental's GPS being shot and his (he pointed to Dean) useless navigation," Seth grumbled, "We got lost and had to stay in some crappy motel."
"Not all that crappy," put in Dean, "Food was good."
"Wouldn't have been the same one Axel and Ryback stayed in by any chance?" smirked Roman.
"Oh man that's just not cool," grumbled Seth, "I take it they've told you that they kept us awake by fucking like hustlers all. Damn. Night?"
Roman howled with laughter.
"Whats with the butthurt, man?" he chuckled, "Pissed off cos you couldn't screw him for one actual night?"
"I now can't look Ryback or Axel in the eye without laughing," Seth said, "He's a fucking..screamer, Axel is."
"So's Dean but do you hear me complain?" Roman smirked.
"Hey!"
"True though," Seth said, "Now...you gonna shut up about it Reigns or am I gonna have to arrange a date between your face and my boot?"
"Touchy aren't we?"
"Shut up and let's go lose to some beardies."
Seth stomped to the entrance door, awaiting their cue, leaving a sighing Dean and snickering Roman in his wake.
Green Bay, Wisconsin.
Tonight marked a pretty epic Raw. Hulk Hogan. The Undertaker.
Dean and Seth, however, were not thinking about legends returning at the moment. They'd barely unpacked their bags in their somewhat better hotel, having decided to ride the bus with many of the other roster this time, before Dean was pinning his two-tone-haired partner to the bed with his jean clad knees.
"About fucking time," panted Dean.
"Give a guy a minute," Seth said, but he was grinning.
"You know what, we should have given Rybaxel a show of our own," Dean said, "Drown them out."
"Horny bastard," Seth smirked, grabbing Dean's ass.
"Rated M for Moxley baby," smirked Dean, slithering down Seth's slim body and unbuckling the younger man's jeans, ripping them down the dark hair covered legs. Dean thought Seth was so much hotter with hairy legs, that was the beauty of wrestling in pants. He whipped the jeans off, along with Seth's Chucks and socks before slipping back up and biting on Seth's boxer waistband.
"Eager," remarked Seth.
"Damn right I am," Dean growled, pulling Seth's boxers off cleanly with his teeth. He'd done this the first they'd had sex back in FCW. Seth had been mightily turned on after.
Seth pulled his printed maroon tee off so he was now naked, undoing his long hair from its loose bun, letting it fall, Dean swooning at the sight.
"So fucking hot," growled Dean.
"Get your fucking clothes off Moxley," Seth snarled, springing up and wrestling Dean around so the elder of the two was now on his back, Dean not putting up even a smidgen of a fight. Seth...his Sethie...
"Ambrose, don't be a smark," he grinned as Seth pulled his t-shrit off him. He struggled to get his jeans undone fast enough, he was so hungry to feel Seth against him. Seth tore the jeans down and moaned softly, his slim hand stroking Dean's red and white brief clad bulge. Yes, Dean was wearing sexy briefs for him. Why shouldn't he? Dean moaned softly.
"I'm totally smooth...all over for you," Dean rasped.
"Fuck yes," Seth rasped right back, snapping the waistband playfully, enjoying the mewl Dean made when the band slapped against his skin. Seth sat back up, and leaned over to scrabble inside his bag for some lubricant. They'd been together long enough to stop using condoms and Dean wasn't slutty (anymore). They weren't in an open relationship, neither of them were into that.
"What you want from me tonight...Jonny," Seth purred, caressing inside Dean's baby smooth thigh. He loved it when Dean defuzzed. And this was one of Dean's major weak spots. Dean whimpered and humped the air, his briefs now stretched almost to breaking point. Seth only called him 'Jonny' when they were alone. Just like Dean only called Seth by his real name of Colby when they were in bed. Rest of the time Dean just called him 'Sethie' which Seth thought was rather cute.
"Just take them off Sethie.." moaned Dean, "Please!"
"You take them off," smirked Seth, still caressing that baby soft skin.
"Colby...god damnit..stop teasing," whined Dean, so fucking turned on. His skin was electrified. Seth's touch...oh Seth was always so good with his hands. Seth decided this was more than enough teasing and pulled the briefs down, Dean's scent invading his nostrils. Pure testosterone. And Dean's cock was leaking precum. Seth knew his partner was aching for it. And tonight wasn't going to be a romantic one. Last night they'd had to get on the road and Seth's star turn in the match had just driven Dean crazy. At fucking last he could get his hands on Seth. Or rather, Seth could get his mitts on HIM.
Dean rolled over onto all fours, his face down and bubble butt raised. His favourite position was being done from behind. He'd worked on that ass for a reason. And plus, Seth was an angry top. He was filthy in bed. And Dean fucking LOVED that.
"Damn, you're thirsty today," Seth quipped as he knelt behind that body SO wanted by young female fans. Only he could get to see this. He slowly pushed against that perfect smooth ass before entering Dean, enjoying the loud grateful moan from the elder man.
"Oh...fuck yeah," groaned Dean, knees apart, pushing back, "Fuck me. Don't pussy out tonight Colby. Do me."
"Yeah?" snarled Seth, pulling almost all the way out of Dean before driving hard back in, his slim hips snapping back and forth. Dean cried out roughly.
"Like that! Fuck yes, like that!" he gasped.
Dean was no fem bottom in bed. Oh no. He took it like a man. Well...on slow, romantic nights he was a totally different animal. But that was for another time. Seth grabbed Dean's shortish brown hair and pulled him up by it.
"You want this dont you, huh?" he sneered.
"Oh fuck yeah I do," growled the Cincinnati native, "More.."
Seth released Dean and threw him face down onto the duvet, his slim hands holding the older man down and his hips snapped back and forth faster and faster, snarls and curses leaving his mouth as he fucked the living daylights out of his tag partner and US Champion.
Dean took every thrust and more, relishing the pent up aggression from Seth following their epic match last night. He knelt back up, his body now flush against Seth, turning and stealing some hungry, needy kisses from his bearded partner.
"Love you Colby," he gasped, barley audible.
"Love you too...Jonathan," Seth whispered back, his long hair all in Dean's face and tickly against his skin.
Dean whimpered even more at that sound of his real name.
Fuck.
He swore Seth had no idea just how much of a mess he made the Ohio native.
Seth began to jerk Dean's weeping cock.
Dean slapped his hand away.
"Make me cum," he moaned desperately, "Please."
This position felt so good...Seth so close to him. Sometimes Dean didnt like Seth to look at his face during sex…again his little insecurity about perceiving himself as the lesser-looking of the two so this was the next best thing. Seth's hairy legs against his smooth ass and thighs...oh fuck...
"Lean forward," Seth whispered.
Dean did so, Seth moving with him before speeding up once more. Oh fuck YES! This was the fucking...his prostate was being stabbed constantly and in just the right spot. Dean had had many partners but nobody could hit his spot quite like Seth. Oh fuck.
Oh yes.
He was crying out, not caring who heard him anymore.
Seth raised his hand and brought it down on Dean's ass. He loved it when Dean just lost his shit in bed like this.
Dean could barely remember his own name right now, all he was thinking about right now were the sizzles of ecstasy shooting through his lowerr body. He was so close. Oh fuck...think Seth was going to...oh God...he couldn't stop it...the pulling sensation behind his abs was barely tolerable..
Dean yelled and moaned as he finally lost control, semen shooting all over the duvet beneath him. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Was always SO much better when Seth made him cum without touching himself. It was their third time having sex back in 2011 when Dean had first cum hands free...Seth was so great in bed. Best ever.
And seeing Dean writhe and convulse, lost in his pleasure was enough to send Seth snarling and cursing his way over the edge too, holding Dean in place as he drove deep inside the Ohio native's smooth, youthful ass, spraying it white.
Both men were sheened and gasping.
Seth clumsily pulled out of Dean as the older men fell back onto his front, Seth tumbling down next to him.
"That was amazing...fucking...amazing," Dean gasped, leaning over and claiming the bristled lips once more.
"You're telling me..." Seth panted, "Love you."
"Love you too, so fucking much," Dean moaned, kissing him hungrily.
Before they could even get comfortable, there was a knock on the door. Oh really?!
"Go away Roman," Dean said, recognizing the knock instantly.
"Stop banging," came Roman's rumble, "Thought you said we were meeting at half past to go to the gym."
"Well go wait downstairs man!" Seth protested, "Kinda busy right now."
"Sounded like you're both done, could hear Dean's screams halfway down the damn corridor," came Roman's deadpan deep quip, "Gag him next time."
"I'll kill you," Dean said, face scarlet as Seth howled with laughter.
The door handle moved.
"Come in and be killed," Seth threatened.
"I've survived walking on you halfway up Ambrose's ass," snorted ROman, "Fine, meet you guys down there in ten."
"And what if we want to go again?" challenged Dean, "Ask your cousins instead. Don't have to live in each other's pockets!"
"OK I will!" chuckled Roman, walking away. Sometimes being in a stable with a couple had its down sides. And the Usos would so tease him for being in the wrong place at the wrong time again. Still nothing was worse than walking in on them. He'd seen FAR more of Dean than he'd ever care to see again.
One week later, Randy Orton was sat in the locker room, the wooden bench cool against his bare thighs. He remembered last week, owning Dave Batista, saying what the fans and half the roster thought of the former champion and movie star's return. His rumble win had gone down like a lead balloon, he was strutting around here like he owned the place and frankly Randy wasn't down with that at all. Randy's dreams of having a Wrestlemania 30 match with John or Daniel were now looking pretty shattered. But he'd had more than enough hot matches with both of them to satsify his masturbation fantasies for now. He loved John so much but his head was also filled with Bryan on a daily basis. He couldn't help it. His crush had not subsided at all.
And to top it off this week, Raw was in Chicago, eight days removed from the Chamber match.
Oh wasn't THAT fun for Randy?
John.
Daniel.
Sheamus.
All in one room. Teased and made to feel like a jealous middle school girl simultaneously. Were the booking staff determined to make his working life hell? And thanks to Sheamus going for Daniel hard in the chamber last week, Daniel had once again sent his secret boyfriend to Coventry. Sheamus sometimes wondered why he bothered with Daniel still. So touchy. But anyway. The Irishman had just entered the locker room to do some stretching prior to his match against Christian, mentally arming himself for the catcalls from the Punk-hungry Chicago crowd; the last person he wanted to see was Randy. The man who was lusting after his guy.
"Randy," Sheamus said curtly, nodding at him.
"Sheamus," grunted Randy, voice extra-bassy and avoiding even looking at the redhead.
"So tell me," Sheamus spat, before he could stop himself, his knuckles cracking, "When are you and Bryan gonna come clean?"
"Sorry?"
"Well Bryan's once again not talking to me, but he'll speak to you," snarled Sheamus, now getting one hell of a dose of the green-eyed monster, "Can't think what he sees in you."
Randy sprang to his feet and stared the Irishman down, struggling to keep both his title belts over his shoulders.
"And you're Mr Universe are you, huh?" he snarled, vein throbbing in his temple, "Can see why Bryan WOULD want to be away from a stupid brute like you."
"You're the very definition of overrated, Orton," spat Sheamus, "The crowds hate you, the internet save for horny teenage girls hate you, Blandy Snoreton. Boreton."
"How fucking old are you, Farrelly" Randy seethed, getting right in Sheamus' face, "I can still fucking punch your teeth down your throat."
"You haven't got the bollocks," snarled Sheamus, "I could replace that sneer of yours (he began to mime slitting his throat) with a lovely big smile."
The locker room door opened and John Cena walked in.
"Randal…what is going on?" he asked.
"Thanks for listening mate," Sheamus said, a false smile almost cracking his ivory and vermilion hued features, "Feel much better now."
The large Irishman stomped out and Randy responded by letting out a furious growl and kicking the lockers with a loud CRASH!
"FUCKING..!"
"What the fuck's happened?" John said, "If you're picking fights again…"
"He fucking started it!" raged Randy.
"For God's sakes," sighed John, taking his cap off and sitting down, "This is getting ridiculous."
"I can't help how I fucking feel Cena!" snarled Randy.
"You're 33, try acting like an adult," John said.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO!" roared Randy, a full on viper rage now consuming him, "You can fucking take your private jet to the next show cos you're fucking barred from the tour bus!"
John just exhaled.
"What's that going to solve, huh?" he said, "And stop talking to me like that. I'm on your side, remember?"
"Whatever," spat Randy, storming out of the room.
"Run away, that's it, just like you always do when you don't want to admit you fucked up," John warned.
Randy turned and shot him a fierce, seething scowl that if looks could kill, would have rendered John motionless in a trice. But John was so used to Randy's tantrums and rages after all these years that it always went over his head.
"How about you go talk to Bryan," John said, "Cos this isn't working, really is it?"
"What…"
Randy's rage was fizzling out.
"Randy, this can't go on," John said, "You need to figure out what you want. Until you sleep with Bryan, I don't think it'll ever leave your head. I can't have sex with you, knowing that your mind is probably on him. We need to take a break."
"Johnny….." Randy felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. It didn't have to come to this. Please, no.
"I'm sorry baby," John sighed, "But we need to be adults here. We're the top guys in this company. We can't get away with stuff like we used to."
"Fuck you Cena, go and screw Nikki Bella like I know you want to," snarled Randy, "I've seen how you feel her inflated fake tits up and take her to your personal gym. Sure it was just for the cameras on that trashbag show or do you actually want to motorboat her pussy, huh?!"
"So it's OK for you to follow Bryan around like a lovesick puppy but I'm not allowed to talk to anybody?" John scowled, folding his huge arms, "You have some serious growing up to do Randal. I'm getting sick of your hypocritical jealousy. Fine example to set Alanna."
"DON'T BRING AL INTO THIS!" yelled Randy.
John ignored that and walked to the door.
"Call me when you start acting like a 33 year old and less like a 13 year old," he said, shaking his head.
Randy watched the door shut, his blue eyes stinging with anger and upset. Don't fucking be a pussy and cry.
Oh fuck that shit.
Real men cried.
Randy sank onto the bench, thanking fuck he was alone right now and began to sob into his inked hands.
Ryback was sat in Catering with a very down Curtis Axel, on roughly his sixth meal of the day. The big man knew today would be hard for his tag partner, as this was his ex's hometown. The ex that had cheated on him with a woman who still worked here. It was bad enough hearing 'CM Punk' chants at every single damn show but here in Chicago…it was completely unbearable.
"Try not to listen to it," Ryback said.
"All I hear, every fucking show," mumbled Curtis, "CM Punk, CM Punk, it's like theyre taunting me."
"You're just the latest in a long line of people he's humped and dumped when something else catches his eye," Ryback said, "I thought the guy was cool. Being popular as he was must have gone to his head. He only ever spoke to Kingston or AJ anyway before he threw his toys out the pram and walked out."
"Why do you hate him so much?" Curtis challenged.
"Cos he treated you like dirt, even after seeing what Striker and Gabriel did to you," Ryback rumbled, "He promised you the earth and yet started to bang the fucking Divas champ because he felt like it. He was only ever out for himself anyway. Look how he threw Rollins under a bus on Twitter! I thought they were old indie scene buddies. Maybe not."
"Sorry Ryan," Curtis said, "I'm not trying to make you jealous…just it's like people are gloating at how stupid I was. I should have seen Kelly Kelly as a major red flag. Guess I was seduced by the tattooes and the thighs like every other silly bimbo."
"I wouldn't call Beth or a Hall of Famer bimbos," Ryback said, "K2 and Maria Kanellis perhaps but…."
Curtis kissed him needily, cutting him off.
"Hey, easy tiger," chuckled Ryback.
"I don't care," Curtis said, "Ambrose and Rollins found out we were a couple."
"Because somebody is pretty vocal in bed," smirked Ryback.
"Your fault," grinned Curtis, "For being so amazing at sex. And stacked."
"Quit that, Rhodes is around," Ryback said.
"Oh Cody was one of the first people I told at Chamber," Curtis said, "He was a good friend to me. Listened when I wanted to just rage about what a bastard Matt was."
"And I bet he knows the filthy details," Ryback sighed.
"He knows you can make me cum like a fountain," Curtis grinned, eyes sparkling with mischeif, before waving at Cody who beamed and walked over.
"Oh hey there, surprised you two are out of bed," he said, perching next to Curtis.
"Well when you eat nine meals a day," Ryback began.
"Who needs that amount when you've some fine booty like Curtis to feast on," smirked Cody, "You know how much he enjoys being eaten out."
Curtis just smirked, Ryback went distinctly red. OK maybe it was 'girl chat time'.
"I'll….er..see you after the show," he said.
Curtis planted a big fat kiss on the large Nevada native's lips before Ryback ambled away, not wanting to hear their X-rated chat.
"We almost missed the flight," Curtis said coyly, "I can';t get enough of him."
"Good for you girl," Cody said, "About time you started taking control. And they call The Ryback Big Hungry. That should be the title given to your pert ass."
"How are things with you, anyway?" asked Curtis, "Now Josh has been given a new role?"
"Perfect," Cody said wistfully, "Shame his title match is on the backburner but at least I get to see him more. Just like the old days."
"Been catching up?" smirked Curtis.
"Oh yes bitch," Cody said, "We both have injured knees but that's no curveball. By the way, who's Rollins banging? I saw him go into his room last night and Joshy and I got woken up by sounds of fucking but have no idea who it was. Sounded a bit like a guy. I thought he had a hot girlfriend back home."
"Search me," Curtis said, "Oh look, there's Bryan."
"PRETTY BESTIE!" Cody declared, standing up and waving to get the little bearded man's attention. Daniel grinned and walked over to Cody and Curtis. They were the plastics. Curtis being Punk's boyfriend was more than enough to gain him entry (and plus he and Cody were already friends anyway), and Daniel, well, he was basically filling Josh's old role of Cody's Bestie. A pretty demanding full-time job for anyone.
"What's new," Cody said, after almost suffocating Daniel with a BIG hug, "Schnauzerhead?"
"Don't you start!" chuckled Daniel, "What's the gossip?"
"We're speculating who Seth Rollins is dating," Curtis said.
"You and him are old indie slash Ring Of Honor buddies," Cody said, "Has he always been straight or is he bi?"
"You really didn't know? Not even in your little Rhodes vee Rollins online feud?" Daniel teased, "Seth's bi."
"So he WAS screwing a guy last night," Cody said, bouncing in his seat, "Oooh…let's guess."
"Wouldn't it be obvious?" Curtis said, "Reigns or Ambrose. He's never travelled with anyone else."
"Reigns is straight," Cody said, "So that leaves Ambrose AKA Mr wetter of teenage panties."
"One way to find out," grinned Curtis, getting his phone out and opening up Grindr.
"Why do you still have that app?" Cody demanded, "Now you're taken."
"Haven't got round to deleting it," Curtis said, "Anyway, who's online, Eagleboy…"
"Eagleboy? Wonder who that is?" Daniel said.
"I know," Cody said, "Mizzlekins told me. Swaggs. Bet Miz is online, the slut."
"Yep, I'm Awesome," Curtis said, "Swiss Stallion too, hmmm…wait…hang on a minute! That's…"
His mouth dropped open as he looked at the profile.
"Give it here," Cody said, snatching Curtis' phone. His blue eyes widened. No way. The ravenette thought he had the best gaydar in the business but this guy had NOT set his off at all.
"Who is it, go on, you may as well tell us," Daniel said, "Better be someone hot."
"Oh it is," Cody grinned, "RatedMGoodboy."
Daniel sussed it instantly.
"WHAT? Wow….he kept that quiet!" he gasped, "So the tumblr girls got it right. Ambrollins must be real!"
"Look at how touchy feely they are when they think the cameras aren't on them," Cody said.
"I've not got to wrestle the Shield so I wouldn't know," Curtis said.
"So Rollins is Ambrose's booty boy," grinned Cody, "I bet Ambrose is filthy in bed. Gimmick imitates life. We should go grill them."
"What if we got it wrong?" Daniel asked, a pretty pissed off John Cena catching his eye. Daniel knew John well enough to know that was how he looked when arguing with Randy.
"What you looking at?" asked Cody.
"Cena, he looks pretty pissed," Daniel said.
"Not surprised, his boyfriend's got the hots for your pretty self," Cody said, "You should go find out. Maybe Randalyn cant handle wanting you and Cena at the same time."
"Cody…." Daniel said, "I'm engaged to a woman and already have a secret boyfriend."
"YOLO," Cody said, shrugging.
"You didn't just.." Curtis said, facepalming.
"He did," Daniel said, shaking his shaggy head, reminding them both even more of a bearded collie or Old English Sheepdog, "I suppose I better go and try and work out how to carry Batista to a half decent match."
"You should go help," Cody said to Curtis, "You and Hawkins helped train Rock to a half decent standard on his return."
"He trains with Hunter," Daniel said, grinning at Curtis who blushed a little.
"Well, he treats me so nicely, like a son," Curtis said.
"Then surely he should book you better rather than make you a tag team jobber," scowled Cody.
"I'm still getting paid, and working house shows," Curtis said, "Anyway, more time to get busy with Ryan."
"Slut," teased Cody.
"You're just jealous," Curtis smirked, standing up and twerking his round, bubble butt in trunks right in Cody's face.
"Learn to twerk bitch," Cody pouted.
"Do we have to, we're eating," Daniel sighed, "Axel, pull your tights down before the rating of the show has to be changed."
"Excuse me, Dee Bee Mode," Cody teased, "Those photos still exist you know."
"You wouldn't," Daniel said, blushing.
"Oh I would," Cody grinned, "We should have a Gaycation sometime."
"Try explaining that one to his fiance," Curtis said, "Shame, you'd look good in tiny Speedos."
Daniel grinned regardless, ignoring the guilt everytime Brie was brought up. He was pondering whether to speak to Randy or not. But he was good buds with John and felt like he was betraying their friendship if he muscled in on Randy. And Sheamus would blow his top. And if Brie found out…..
Daniel loved Brie. He loved Sheamus.
But this had to be sorted out before it got out of control. What if Randy got drunk and made an ass of himself? Risked outing him and John? Randy could be unpredictable when he was angry. And John looked majorly pissed. Daniel made his excuses and padded over to the angry Massachusetts native.
"Hey," he said.
"Oh, it's you," John said, "Sorry…just…you can probably guess what's the matter?"
"Does it concern me?" asked Daniel.
John nodded.
"Bingo," he sighed, "Look, Bryan…buddy….there's only one way to get this out his system. He's all yours. We've…split up."
"What?"
"Yup," John said, "I told him I was sick of his temper tantrums. He gets really jealous if I so much as talk to Nikki for Total Divas or go within fifty feet of Ryder."
"Nobody's perfect Cena," Daniel said, "Maybe he's angry at you for other stuff too."
"What else am I meant to have done?" snapped John.
"You guys have been together 12 years," Daniel said, "Notice how he always wear's Alanna's hairband on his wedding ring finger now? Have you ever thought of..you know…proposing?"
"You're the last guy to preach about engagement and commitment when you';re cheating on a really sweet girl with a man!" spat John.
"You bastard."
Daniel was incensed.
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the catering room.
Fucking Cena. Always took the moral high ground. He wasn't as awesome as the little kids thought he was anyway. Always burying the younger upcomers so he could stay top guy. OK he supported Daniel and fought to get him a proper title run, but maybe Daniel was just stung from being smacked in the face with the cold hard truth like that. Nothing John said was false. He was a hundred per cent right. Daniel was a cheat. A serial cheat.
But the little man was so enraged at John right now, he had one thing on his mind. The company were still holding him back. Fuck it. If Randy Orton really wanted to bed him, Daniel was available and willing.
He stormed to the locker room to change into his ring attire.
As the little man pulled on his grey tee and padded to a sink to wet his shaggy mane of brown hair, he was stopped in his tracks.
"Oh.,…"
He heard hoarse sobs with a distinct bass note. That was unmistakeable.
The six foot plus figure of Randy was sat on the bench, his titles now on the floor, his padded and booted legs pulled up and his face hidden from view. Daniel had never seen him look so vulnerable. Wow, guess Randy Orton was human and had feelings after all, he thought snarkily.
But seeing Orton CRY? Daniel had never thought that would be possible.
"Randy?" he asked quietly.
Randy looked up, his face red and wet. He didn't even care he'd been caught crying.
"Hey," he rumbled softly.
"Didn't expect to find you in here," Daniel said, perching next to him.
"John's just dumped me," Randy mumbled.
"I just saw him," Daniel said, "He was an asshole to me."
"What the fuck did he say to you?" snarled Randy.
"Basically called me a hypocrite and cheat," Daniel said.
"I'LL KILL HIM!" raged Randy.
"Calm down," Daniel said, "Nothing he's said that's not true."
"So why you here?" Randy asked, hurriedly rubbing a towel over his face to mask that he'd been sad.
"Just to change, I didn't know you were in here."
His bare thighs were almost touching Randy's perfect tanned ones and the slightly elder man was more than aware of this. He was trying so hard not to stare. Bryan was so hot. Those curves…those thighs….that hot ass which looked so grabbable. And that bulge. Randy could tell that the shorter man didn't lack where it mattered. Randy was starting to get hard inspite of himself. Daniel was too close to him for comfort. Damn. Why the fuck did fate keep doing this do him?
"Randy?" Daniel continued after an intense silence.
Randy didn't know what the fuck made him do this.
He leaned over and grabbed the bearded head and pressed his lips to Daniel's, whimpering needily.
"Whoa, whoa!" Daniel said, pushing the WWE World Heavyweight Champion away, "Randy, what the hell?"
"You know I want you," Randy purred, "Why do you think Johnny and I have just split up? You come in here in your trunks and sit right next to me…"
"Doesn't mean you have to pounce on me like that!" Daniel said defensively. He could not get his head around this. Someone as perfect as Randy lusting after him so much that he'd split from his partner of 12 years and made a move on him in the locker room?!
"You still think I'm pulling a prank on you, don't you, huh?" raged Randy, "You can't fake what I'm feeling Danielson! I fucking dream about you at least once a week! I actually imagined it was you inside me the last time Johnny and I had sex! He's kicked me to the curb cos it's fucked stuff up between us!"
"I'm engaged to a woman, Randy," Daniel said.
"You also ride Sheamus's Irish meat on a nightly basis!" hit back Randy.
"Actually Shea and I aren't talking so watch your mouth Orton," spat Daniel.
"Trying to be the model hubby to be, yeah go and do that," Randy snapped, "Go and see Brianna and be Mr Perfect."
"Don't you dare…" snarled Daniel, "Take your jealousy elsewhere. You need to grow a set. You're a fucking father. Don't take it out on me because John won't put a ring on you."
SLAP!
Randy had smacked Daniel hard around the face.
Yes, Randy had just bitch slapped him. Well everyone called him a diva. He may as well ACT like one.
"Take your fucking tampon out for just one moment," Daniel said, holding his face. He could handle Randy's tantrums. In fact….there was something quite hot about it. He cursed his brain going south faster than a speeding train. Randy might not be fem in the way that Cody and Curtis could be, but he had womanly ways. He'd found out a lot about the Centon relationship during his title feud with John. Normally if Randy was pissed at John, he would say he was fine, for example. And John had been slapped in the face more times than he'd care to mention by a furious Randy. And John swore Daniel to secrecy about this one – Randy would never let John out the house/hotel/tour bus/locker room without all his clothes ironed. Daniel had thought that was simply adorable. Having a daughter really had changed Randy. But John said that his balls would be on a skewer if the ironing thing ever got leaked. He'd smiled as he'd said it but Daniel could well believe Randy wouldn't be happy about fans knowing that.
"Tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass to the ground, you bastard," snarled Randy seething.
"I'm sorry.." Daniel said, "That was out of order. I deserved that slap."
Randy was bearing down on him now and the elder man's height was suddenly very noticeable.
"Yes well," Randy said, his anger diminishing somewhat, "Watch what you say."
"Do you really want to marry John?" asked Daniel.
"More than fucking anything," Randy sighed, "Only married Sam for Al's security and that didn't work out. I want to be Randy Cena."
That was too fucking cute. Daniel really was starting to see his former fierce rival in a whole new light. The arrogant asshole thing must have been a front. Underneath he was just a guy wanting to be happy. Like any other.
"So what do I have that Cena doesn't?" Daniel asked, "I'm not trying to be an ego maniac or nothing…just…well….you're so out my league."
"Not perfect," Randy said, turning around, "I have zero ass. I look like an ironing board."
"Who cares with thighs and a torso like yours?" Daniel said, "Have never heard John complain.."
"Apart from when he wanted to open our relationship up and ended up fucking Mathews, Riley and Ryder," Randy snapped, "All of whom have better asses than me. And are younger and prettier. Did you mean that about my thighs and stuff?"
"Would I lie?" Daniel said.
And finally Randy smiled.
"So what is it you like about me?" asked Daniel.
"Talent and no ego is hot," Randy admitted, cheeks flushing, "You're just…I can't…do I have to. Just fucking kiss me."
"Magic word?" smirked Daniel, stepping closer. What the heck. You did only live once. And not every guy can say that Randy Orton fancied him.
"Please," rumbled Randy, his piercing eyes staring right into Daniel's.
"Better," grinned Daniel and leaned up to fiercely make out with the bronzed man. Randy moaning at the back of his throat, his long inked arms rubbing up and down Daniel's grey clad back. Their tongues fighting one another for dominance.
"Fuck," panted Randy, breaking the kiss, "You're a hot kisser…."
"So are you," breathed Daniel, his trunks now bulging. That was one HELL of a kiss.
"Fuck what they say," Randy said, "I'm coming down to watch you carry Batista to a half decent match. See if he can do more than a spine buster and the Batista bomb."
"You really hate him don't you?" grinned Daniel.
"He tried so hard to get me into his bed during Evolution," Randy said, "And when I rejected him he used to call me a high maintenance bitch, ice queen, frigid, all sorts."
"You are kinda high maintenance," grinned Daniel.
"Flash clothes and skinny jeans don't increase your dick size," Randy snarled.
"Meow," teased Daniel.
"I was tag partners with Cody for ages, I mentored him with wrestling stuff, he mentored me how to be a bitch," smirked Randy, "You havent heard me when I really get one on. Where do you think the Viper thing came from. Snakes have fangs."
"And it's manlier than being called a cat with claws," Daniel said, "I can't imagine you bitching about people. Not like Coddles does."
"Remember when I slut shamed K2 on that interview?" Randy said.
"Yeah I do, I thought that was bitchy of you," Daniel said.
"You thought that was bitchy….that's me on a G rating," Randy said.
"I really don't know you at all do I?" Daniel said.
"Come to my tour bus after that show tonight and you will," Randy said, going for total broke.
"Randy….well I'll have to ask Brie…" Daniel said.
Randy was waiting on his tour bus expectantly. He could not believe how tonight had gone. He really thought things were fucked up after the row with John….but…Daniel was coming to see him on his tour bus. Hunter had allowed him to sit and watch Daniel's match with Batista (if that was a spear than Randy was Loni Anderson….why was that man even allowed into a ring?). And Batista had thrown Daniel right at him and they'd tumbled against the barrier. Now that was a hot moment. Randy had to fight everything not to make out with Daniel right there. And then he had to attack Daniel after the match. Now the bookers were just torturing him.
He was pacing the bus with a bottle of beer in his hand, waiting for the knock. Brie must know about Randy wanting Daniel. Gossip and news travelled supersonic in WWE. The Divas must have gotten wind of it. John must have told Nikki and twin sisters usually shared everything. Randy downed his beer.
He sprayed himself with yet more cologne. One he'd bought himself rather than one John had. Wouldn't seem right. Randy lowered his expensive sweatpants a little, exposing his Andrew Christian waistband. Yeah, so what? Why shouldn't he get to wear the hot designer briefs too? Plus these made it look like he actually HAD a butt.
A knock sounded on the door.
Randy almost did himself a mischeif when he pushed the button to open it.
"Hey," Daniel said, looking more adorable than ever in his purple hoodie…straightened hair (surely Brie must have seen that and got suspicious) and cute grey sweatpants.
"Your hair looks awesome," Randy said, blushing.
"Cody," Daniel said, "Burned my head about four times but thought if I asked Brie to…she might…er…oh let's not go there. You smell nice."
"Thanks, want a beer?" asked Randy, "Dunno if it's local or organic, I just got driver to buy it."
"I'm cool thanks," Daniel said, perching on the bed. He spotted the familiar waistband above Randy's sweats. He grinned. Randy had one thing on his naughty mind. Seduction. And damn was his body looking good in the small space of the bus….the lights glistening off his perfect chest and abs.
"Hunter grabbed your ass," Randy remarked.
"Don't, Cody has already teased me," Daniel said, "Should have heard him and Curtis…oh and Miz when he unglued himself from Cesaro; 'even married men want a piece of your ass'."
"Would you?" asked Randy.
"Would I what?"
"If Hunter wasn't married or he offered it?"
"Actually," Daniel said, "I probably would now hes lost the metalhead hair. Hear he's even bigger than Cody."
"That'll take some doing," Randy said, "How is Cody the biggest power bottom to have ever lived and yet…eight fucking inches?"
"You're not far off," smirked Daniel.
"You haven';t seen Johnny naked," smirked Randy, "Getting off topic arent we?"
He opened another beer and sipped it, his blue eyes sparkling with a naughtiness Daniel hadn't seen before.
"So would you let Hunter have a go?" Daniel grinned.
"Yeah," Randy admitted, "By the way. Curtis Axel? Does he..?"
"He trains with Hunter. I'd say yes," Daniel said, "Though as he's getting nine fucks a day from Ryback.."
"Thought he was dating Punk?"
"Not anymore, big hot mess that was," Daniel said, "Anyway, why are we gassing like girls about the locker room's love lives?"
"Because it's fun," Randy said, sipping his beer, grinning mischievously. Daniel never thought he'd call the six foot, bronzed Adonis of a man 'cute' but there was no other word to describe Randy right now, that smile on his bearded face. Randy did have his adorable moments. And the way he just wanted to be the perfect man for John was also cute.
Randy necked his beer and then put the empty bottle aside before shuffling up the small bed to get really close to Daniel. Make his move now or never.
"There's a reason you don't want me to get drunk," Daniel whispered, "I go into, what Coddles calls Dee Bee Mode. I turn into the sluttiest bottom you'll ever see. Brie has Brie Mode, I have Dee Bee mode. And I don't think you';d want that."
"I've seen you on nights out, remember," Randy said, "Stop telling me stuff I already know."
He was nose to nose with the smaller man now and they started kissing once more. Daniel crawled atop the shirtless man and pinned Randy down, taking the lead. Randy was submissive in bed and Daniel had guessed that from the off. He was bottom to John. Someone who Daniel could NEVER picture being submissive. Not with muscles like that.
"Neck," moaned Randy.
Daniel began to kiss down the perfect bronze neck and relished the bassy moans filling his ears. He kissed down those perfect pectorals, massaging the skin as he travelled further still, down those hot abs. Randy had a body that just begged to be worshipped. John was a very lucky man. This felt so different to sex with Sheamus. But Sheamus was all the male sex Daniel knew. He was taking the lead this time. It was a brand new experience. Daniel hoped his inexperience with men didn't disappoint Randy.
John was the epitome of manly alpha top. Daniel was short, curvy and beardy. He just hoped he could satisfy Randy. He'd twigged Randy wanted to bottom to him despite being older AND taller….Randy was a complete bottom. Again John told him that. Randy had lost his virginity on bottom so preferred it that way. He just didn't get the same amount of pleasure from the rare times he DID top.
Daniel pulled the sweatpants down those amazing thighs and knelt back to take in the delicious sight before him. Those breifs looked SINFUL on Randy's hot frame. Randy must know how sexy he was.
"Like them?" he rumbled.
"Fuck….you're hotter than a fucking sunburn.." breathed Daniel.
"And you're wearing too much," rumbled Randy, "Please…let me."
He sat up and pulled Daniel to him, kissing more softly this time, and slowly unzipped the hoodie, taking it off before removed Daniel's shirt, moaning a little as he massaged the cute, curvy torso. His skin was a little rough in places but silky soft in others. And his beard didn't feel coarse but soft. He obviously groomed it. Daniel shuffled forward and kneeled on Randy's chest, before teasingly lowering his sweatpants.
"Surprise," grinned the little man, showing exactly no underwear before his hard cock sprung free. Randy was NOT disappointed. Daniel didn't lack in the slightest. Randy leaned up and took Daniel into his mouth, enjoying the loud moan that left the bearded man's soft lips.
Daniel could not believe he was right here….on an exclusive tour bus, having fucking Randy Orton sucking his dick. And not only that..Randy was fucking GOOD at head. Like really good.
Randy's nimble fingers began to play with Daniel's balls. He was surprised at how..neat and groomed Daniel was down there. He did wonder if the carpet matched the drapes…
"Expecting a hirsute mess were you?" moaned Daniel, "Being Cody's bestie has its rewards….he taught me about male grooming."
Randy just smirked naughtily up at him as he licked all the along the shaft.
"Fuck Randy..." gasped Daniel.
"Surprised?" rumbled Randy, "Bet you thought I'd be bad at head didn't you?"
"No, not at all," Daniel moaned, kicking his sweats totally off so he was naked.
Randy just stared at those luscious thighs and that amazing ass. He wanted Daniel to fuck him so bad. But first.
"Bryan….sit on my fucking face," he moaned.
Wait, what?
"You heard," Randy said, "Do it."
Daniel moved around and thrust his smooth bubble butt right in Randy's face, leaning down to stroke Randy through his tiny briefs as he felt that talented tongue give him one heck of a rimjob. He moaned and groaned shamelessly, almost letting his true bottom boy nature show by thrusting right back at Randy. No. He had to man up. But damn he missed having his ass seen to. Wonder if Randy liked toys…specifically…double enders…he slapped that thought from his mind.
Daniel pulled Randy's briefs down, finally seeing that cock spring forth. Well it was polite to return the favor.
"Bryan," moaned Randy, "Can you…..er…..suck on one of these.."
"What?"
Randy tossed him a small translucent square. A Halls cough drop. What? Oh Randy you are kinky..
"Try it sometime, feels out of this fucking world," grinned Randy, "Actually, don't bother blowing me…eat me out whilst sucking that."
Wow Randy really was a total bottom.
Daniel put the strong cooling cough drop into his mouth and parted those perfect thighs, getting to that tight entrance. Randy was moaning bassily and needily as he felt the combo of tickly beard, talented tongue and the cooling sensation of the mentholated sweet stimulating his most intimate spot. His long arms punching the bed as he thrashed in ecstasy. Hurry up. His cock was leaking all over his abs. He was SO ready for it. C'mon Daniel…
"Ohhhh…." He rumbled.
Daniel couldn't get enough of hearing those moans and mewls. Once he'd swallowed the sweet, he got to his knees. It was time.
"Randy….do you have any er….rubbers or lube…?" he asked.
"Yeah," Randy said, "In that box."
"Didn't think you still owned rubbers," Daniel remarked as he padded to said box, finding just two sachets in there.
"From when Johnny and I broke up," Randy said.
"Menthol lube, is this a fetish?" Daniel grinned.
"Wait and see, drives me crazy," Randy smirked. Daniel was fucking hot as fuck. In a very different way to John. Daniel might be a 'plastic' but he was manly unlike Cody, Miz or Axel. Daniel unrolled a condom onto himself and began to coat it with the green lubricant, gasping at the coldness suddenly invading him. This stuff was STRONG! He then coated his fingers (well he knew this much from Sheamus prepping him) and slowly began to insert two between Randy's legs.
"Ohhhhh fuck…" Randy';s voice went up an octave, spreading his long legs and throwing his head back at the pleasurable sensations.
"You like this don't you," purred Daniel.
Randy just nodded.
Please.
Hurry.
Daniel nervously knelt between those amazing thighs. Cant be much different from sex with a woman…?
He leaned forward, lining up with Randy's entrance. And missed.
He cursed.
"Slow down," rumbled Randy, "Imagine I'm a girl."
Daniel shut his eyes and pictured….
He tried again and this time…
A sharp yet deep-bass cry split the air, and tight warm heat surrounded Daniel, squeezing him.
He was inside Randy fucking Orton.
"Oh fuck…." The taller man was gasping. Daniel was a big boy..he didn't think it would hurt..after all this time with a hunk like John..
"I'm hurting you…" Daniel said, remembering the agony of his first time with Sheamus.
"No no…keep going," groaned Randy, "More."
Daniel pushed in more and felt Randy relax a little, those long muscular legs wrapping around his smaller body, locking him in.
Randy was on another planet. Daniel's skin felt incredible against his…the contrast in their skin tones…Daniel's paler hue to Randy's dark bronze. And Daniel in this position was touching his prostate..just right. He couldn't help the moans leaving his mouth. He was a vocal guy in bed. His damn bus. He could be as noisy as he wanted. He hoped it didn't freak Daniel out.
"Ohhh fuck Bryan…..Bryan….Bryan Danielson…" he mewled, his brain disconnecting with his mouth and simply focusing on the pleasure his smaller lover was giving him.
"Feel good?" whispered Daniel.
Randy nodded.
"Fuck me," he rumbled, "Don't be shy."
Daniel gingerly began to move, not wanting to, ahem, slip out, Randy's legs locking him in like vices, keeping him in place as he started to fuck the bronze, smooth ass. Randy now moaning louder. And louder.
"Oh Bryan," he groaned.
Daniel couldn't believe this was happening. He had the fucking Face Of WWE moaning his name like…he loved him….all he cared about was pleasing Randy and not disappointing him with his inexperience with men. But Randy didn't sound disappointed at the moment. Far fucking from it!
Randy;s long arms now grabbed that hot bubble butt and squeezed the smooth flesh hard, causing a groan from Daniel. This was fucking…..he hadn't dreamed it would be this good! A smaller guy topping him and making him feel this much pleasure…his ass was on fire. It hurt so fucking good. And missionary was his favourite positon.
Daniel instinctively raised his hand and borught it down on Randy's ass cheek.
Randy groaned and whined loudly.
He liked being spanked as well did he? Wow.
Daniel did it again.
And again.
"Oh fuck yes…" groaned Randy, "Fuck me. Fuck me more Bryan…yes…oh yes."
"Please don't say yes," Daniel moaned. Seriously. It's the one word he refused to use in the bedroom. He began to thrust in and out hard. Randy's cries only increasing in volume…the fingers still grabbing hold of Daniel's ass now digging into the flesh….scratching…oh God…he was marking Daniel….Randy barely knew his own name. He could feel it coming…his abs tightening…his prostate now ablaze with ecstasy. Oh God…oh fuck..
He incoherently cried out, not holding back, letting himself go in the moment.
He was close.
Daniel was going to make him cum.
He didn't think he could..
"Fuck…OH FUCK….fuck…Bryan…oh Bryan….yes…please..more….I'm…gonna…oh God…so…."
Randy couldn't take it anymore….he was tightening all over…skin electrified….until finally his orgasm tore through his copper hued body and he screamed as ropes of semen splattered his stomach, chest and even his face. His nails dug into Daniel's skin, scratching the route of his pleasure as his climax ripped him apart.
He was done.
He was so fucking done.
His inked arms left Daniel and fell limpy by his side. Totally spent.
Daniel was blown away. Randy totally had lost his shit. He'd cum hands free. Daniel did NOT think he could get Randy to do that. He was so close…
"Keep…going…..youre…not done…" Randy was talking in throaty whispers.
Daniel began to fuck him like the little spitfire he was, moaning and crying out, riding his oh-so-close orgasm…willing it to happen….Randy's legs still fighting to keep him locked in place….Daniel yelled a string of cuss words as he finally gave himself up, his body convulsing and his release burning on its way out, filling the rubber he was wearing.
Oh my…
This was some of the wildest sex the small man had ever had.
Randy's legs dropped to the bed at last. His blue eyes closed. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Completely and utterly satisfied. That was everything he'd fantasised about and more. Daniel was one HELL of a top. Even better considering he'd only slept with one man before this.
Daniel lay down next to him, pulling the condom off, knotting it and tossing it aside.
Randy pulled the little man into a passionate kiss.
"You're amazing," he rumbled, "That was some of the best sex I've had in years.."
"Don't be silly, that's my first time topping a guy," Daniel gasped.
"You made me cum," Randy said, "Oh Bryan….you're…fucking…stay the night. Please?"
Daniel hoped that was just the sex talking.
But he didn't want to be an asshole.
"Sure," he said, climbing into the bed. He'll think about his idiocy in the morning.
Randy climbed under the covers too, and to Daniel's amazement, turned his back to him. How could he be the little spoon when he was taller? But he was taller than John…
Daniel wrapped his arms around the lean figure as the lights were turned off and the driver silently climbed back into the cab, waiting for them to fall asleep.
Randy was already drifting into a happy slumber.
Daniel was too tired out to think and was soon joining the Missouri native in falling asleep and cuddling him.
You might not agree with this happening so soon but this story has plenty of twists and turns to go. Will Daniel's philandering eventually catch up with him?
Will John and Randy be the same again?
What will Sheamus think?
And we got to see how Dean and Sethie ticked. And mainly because I needed some Shield smut in my life. Yes I'm not sorry Dean was bottom. Seth's the one with the beard anyway ;)
We'll hear from Antonio and Mizzy next chapter. Plus the obvious repercussions from Dandy (I like that name!).
I would like to do some Rybaxel smut soon but it depends who else wants to read it. Sorry this has been so late. Writers block.
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