Chapter 5
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Genuinely didn't think anyone liked this story anymore!
And I know the Shield are still together, at the time of starting writing the last one I thought they would and I was butthurt for not 'cashing in' sooner...anyway.
We'll start where we left off. Morning after Daniel/Randy sex before moving on.
LAYLA IS BACK! YAY! I'm happy even if nobody else is!
Smut aplenty in this one. When life gives you lemons...enjoy them!
Little Daniel Bryan awoke first, not knowing where he was at first. Tiny for a hotel room.
And then it came back to him almost instantly.
He was on Randy's tour bus.
Shit.
He went to the window. They were not in Chicago anymore! Oh shit! He hoped Brie assumed theyd had drinks and taken his bags with her...they were parked outside the arena where Main Event, Superstars and Smackdown were to be recorded.
He checked his phone and shifted guiltily. A few indignant messages from Brie, admonishing him for not coming back and getting drunk with Randy. Phew. Daniel would rather she was mad at him for that than suspect his dalliances with men. This couldn't go on. But sex with men was so...addictive. It was like crack cocaine. The bursts of pleasure he got when Sheamus and he had passionate sex...he was a true bottom and could always get himself to come hands free nowadays...nothing compared to it.
And last night.
He'd been inside another man for the first time. But not any other man.
Randy fucking Orton.
One of the most desirable men to have ever been signed by the WWE.
He'd made Randy scream for God's sake.
Either that or Randy faked it.
Men couldnt fake orgasms really.
Daniel was put in mind of divorced women and toyboys - Randy had been with a new man for the first time in over a decade (his 3 way with John and Josh Mathews didnt count cos he was on top duty that night). And he, Daniel, was younger than Randy. The little man padded over to the bed where the bronzed Adonis still slept, one long, smooth, muscled leg poking out the covers.
He aqctually looked adorable, Daniel thought. But he knew this couldnt happen again. It had been exciting and thrilling, not to mention a major ego boost to Daniel, but...too many could get hurt.
Randy made several deep noises as he stretched and his eyelids fluttered open, Daniel imemdiately met by those piercingly blue sapphires once more. Looking into those whilst being in Randy last night had only enhanced the experience. The way they sparkled in ecstasy...and when they rolled back when Randy reached orgasm..
"Morning," Randy rumbled, his voice extra bassy with the hangover of sleep.
"Hey," replied Daniel, stroking his wavy hair out of his face.
Randy leaned up and kissed him with the cutest whimper.
"Last night," Randy mumbled, sitting up and checking his phone for any messages from his beloved little girl. Not just yet; "You...were amazing."
"Don't say stuff to make me feel better," Daniel muttered,a voiding those blue eyes.
"I never bullshit," Randy rasped, "And I never fake it in bed. You made me come, Bryan. Brie's a very lucky girl."
"You know this can't happen again, Randy," sighed Daniel, hating himself, "Too much to risk."
"I know," Randy said sadly, "I can't hurt Johnny. I should make up with him."
"I am a downgrade from him," Daniel said, "He';s bigger than me (he smiled a little)...in every way."
"Size isnt everything," Randy said, "How you use it."
He had that naughty smile going again. The kind that he normally wore if sending X-rated pcitures of himself to John when John was doing Make A Wish or other stuff around children. He could be a minx when he wanted.
"Have to admit, I feel like I've seen Randy Orton in a whole new light," Daniel said, searching for his grey sweats and slipping them on, "I always thought you were this alpha male, womanising asshole. Turns out I really didnt know you at all until these past few months."
"So does everyone until they bother to get to know me rather than just ask me how to get a push," Randy said, and then he laughed as Daniel stood up to finish dressing.
"What's so funny?" asked Daniel.
"Erm...your back is a road map," Randy said, that mischeivous smile now lighting up his tanned face.
"Thought I was a bit sore!" Daniel said, going to the mirror and turning to see scratches all up his lower back. He lowered his sweats and took a look at his ass. Scratches all over him!
"Sorry," Randy said, not looking in the least bit sorry, "I scratch sometimes if it's very intense. Johnny will tell you. I've drawn blood before."
"You really are a power bottom," Daniel grinned, seeing the funny side. How many guys could say they got scratched by Randy Orton in sex? "Cody scratches too. Or so he tells me."
"Oh he does, Legacy...DiBiase had more concealer on him than most of the Divas," Randy smirked, "He used to show up looking like a road map. Lucky little Mathews wears a suit."
"Randy that's a fucking R scratched into my ass!" Daniel raged suddenly, "How the fuck can I explain that one to Brie?"
Ooops.
Randy did get carried away last night. But with an orgasm like the one Daniel gave him...he shrugged. Too late for Daniel to get a conscience now.
The little man zipped up his purple hoodie and picked up a scrunchie from a side table.
"That's Alanna's.."
"I'll give it back at the house show tomorrow," Daniel said, tying his wavy hair back to look a touch more presentable despite in last night's clothes, "Goodbye Randy. See you around."
Daniel could not get off the bus fast enough, leaving Randy alone.
Randy looked down at himself. He was a bit pissed off that Daniel was all Mr Conscience in the cold light of day, but it was only to be expected. He knew he shouldnt have got too wild in bed. But the sex was that good...he could see why middle aged divorcees became cougars.
In spite of himself, Randy rolled over onto his front, pushing his bare ass up and took a selfie, grinning at the camera. He was feeling sexier than he had done in a while. He sent it to Daniel's phone.
Daniel text back almost instantly.
From: Bryan D
Randy! Stop that. Seriously. We had fun, OK. But it can't happen again. I'm sorry.
He was right. It could only lead to a nasty tangled web a few months down the line. Sheamus already was after his blood. John was mad at him. He didnt want an angry Brie Bella after him too.
He had an idea.
He sent the cheeky nude to John's phone with the message:
'Hey : P . Miss you Johnny and sorry for being a brat yesterday *heart emojis* xxx'
At his Make A Wish appointment, John saw the photo and turned SCARLET. Despite everything, Randy could never fail to make him smile. And obviously beardie Bryan wasnt as good in bed as Randy had imagined. Why else was Randy sending him cheeky pictures even though they'd had a row and practically split up yesterday? John excused himself for a few minutes and dialled. He was such a pushover. And also. This was Randy's equaliser after the biggest mistake of John's life AKA the fling with Zack Ryder. They were 1-1 now. John now wished he was on that tour bus with his hormonal, temperamental yet utterly lovable boy.
"What are you playing at Randal Keith Orton?" he snarled down the phone, attempting to sound mad.
"Dunno what you're talking about," came Randy's voice. John could even HEAR him snickering.
"That ass shot you just sent me! I'm doing Make A Wish!" John said, "And we're still on a break, remember?"
"Johnny...I'm sorry," Randy said.
"Never mind all that," John said, "Bryan. Was it worth it? Was it worth all the tantrums and fights?"
"He was good sex Johnny," Randy admitted, John unable to stop the boiling of envy in his stomach, "But...I know it was just a fantasy. I scratched him and he got mad. Kinda brought me right back to earth. Nobody can ever replace you."
"I told you, I'm not mad, I deserved this for Zackgate," John sighed, "Can we draw a line udner this and move on? You and me, like before?"
"What you got on?" asked Randy.
John sighed. Randy. Oh Randy sometimes you could be impossible.
But John wouldnt exchange him for anything else.
"My Cenation gear cos it's Make A Wish," he said, "Sorry it's not a posing pouch."
"I bet it's all creased up," Randy said.
John snorted. Oh yes. He even thought of Randy first thing this morning when he pulled on his unironed merchandise tee and jorts.
"Yeah," John said, "Just one shirt."
"Means you'll have to take it off, what a shame," Randy rumbled.
"Not now Randall, kids about," John said, unable to stop grinning.
"Fine," Randy said, "But as we've rowed, you owe me makeup sex."
"No, you owe me," John chuckled.
"NOT TOPPING YOU!" snarled Randy.
"Wasn't asking you to," John said, constantly looking over his shoulder, "I just meant it's my right to pin those long arms down and destroy that pretty ass of yours." He finished with a mannish growl and turning up his New England drawl. He practically heard Randy whimper with anticipation.
"Do what you want with me Johnny..." Randy mumbled, now sounding very hot and bothered, "See you later."
"See you later you little minx," John grinned before hanging up. Damnit. Now he had a boner that wouldnt go down.
He scuttled into the mens room and opened up the naughty photo Randy had sent, before ripping his shorts open and freeing himself.
The week went by.
Daniel had kept things civil with Randy but tried to spend more time with Brie, namely to clear his incredibly guilty conscience. His promise ring from Sheamus was stashed in the bottom of his suitcase as the flame-haired Irishman was, predictably, not talking to him at all. Daniel couldnt say he blamed Sheamus. After all, he'd thrown Sheamus into the doghouse for laughing about the Randy crush and he'd heard about the fight between his, well, both his men. Sheamus was now hanging out with Wade Barrett or Hunter most of the time, avoiding Daniel, Randy and John.
It was soon time for Raw once more and one of the first vehicles to pull up into the parking lot was Randy's tour bus.
Inside the bus, Randy and John were laying together in bed.
Post morning gym workouts, they'd just lay here like a pair of muscular sloths. No sex, just cuddling. Randy was waiting until tonight (not that he wanted to. John insisted they should try and rebuild the rest of their relationship rather than just hopping into bed. Mr Hustle, Loyalty and Respect indeed.) At the weekend Randy was seeing Alanna and he'd dragged 'uncle Johnny' along for the ride. What with Total Divas as well...
"We're here," came the voice of Randy's driver as the doors opened and engine turned off.
"Sure," called back Randy, "All alone at last Johnny."
"Randall," sighed John. He knew this would happen. But he wanted to see if Randy really did want him for more than just his brawn and because of their going back a long way. They'd worked together and had a couple of nice dinners together this week but every time Randy had incited they hit the sack, John told him no. Wait.
"Johnny...we're back on now," Randy said, "Do you not want to..?"
"Baby...it's just...well...we can't just act like you and Bryan was a minor scrape," John admitted, "You slept with him."
"You slept with Ryder!" snarled Randy, "You're no better than me!"
John sighed.
This was mainly man pride that was doing this. Grow a pair of balls Cena. You fucked up, Randy fucked up, he told himself. Move the fuck on. You're in your mid-30s now. Stop the childish games and show that boy some love.
He pecked Randy on the lips and cuddled the lean, bronzed form to him.
"Suppose we should make it up properly," he murmured.
"Yuh-huh," Randy rumbled and he rolled John onto his back before kissing him, throwing the cover off their underwear-clad bodies. He crawled down the thick, hulking frame of John and bit into John's boxer waistband, pulling them down with his teeth. John looked up at Randy. Minx. But...Randy was atop him...
"I'm in control," Randy rasped.
"Other way round it should be," smirked John.
"Maybe I'm sick of being on my back," Randy said, straddling him, the tiny briefs he was wearing stretched as he rubbed his clothed ass against John's hardon, moaning softly. Randy rarely took this role in bed. Only time he'll ever dominate John by riding him like a copper hued cowboy.
John shot him the dimples before throwingRandy right back onto the bed.
"I don't think so boyo," he said, going full on Thuganomics, Randy whimpering pathetically in response. Oh JOHN...pushing his buttons.
Bryan? Bryan who?!
John whipped the briefs off Randy and spread those legs.
"No lube, spit," rasped Randy, "I've been bad to you Johnny. Hurt me."
"You aint nothin but an overgrown hooch," John said, in total Thuganomics mode, accent and all.
"Yes Johnny," whimpered Randy, "I'm a slut...I cheated.."
He was SO submissive to John when John was like this.
John dived between those perfect strong tanned thighs and spat on Randy's entrance.
Another week passed.
A rental car pulled into the parking lot. As it came to a halt, the driver, a tall strapping Swiss, walked to the passenger side and pulled the door open like a chauffeur, allowing a shorter, stockier, sharply-suited man to step out.
"Such a gentleman Claudio," mewled the shorter man.
"Only for you, mon cher," drawled the Swiss, his accent lilting. He handed the shorter man a single red rose. Just because he was a gent like that.
Mike was smitten with Cesaro. This man was the one he'd dreamed about for years. Mind blowing in bed. Treated him like a prince(ess). Made him feel special. And now he could see him every day now his 'beard honeymoon' was over.
Mike had played the prince to Maryse for their beard wedding day the other week (and she had GRILLED him about Cesaro and squealed when she heard they were going to date. In her opinion, if she could be a man, Cesaro was the one she'd be. Tall, sexy, leggy and sophisticated. Brawler in the ring, a gentleman out of it. Mike was on cloud nine and smiled broadly whenever he talked about his beloved Claudio.
When Mike had dated Josh Mathews 3 years previously, he'd played the role Cesaro played to him now. Finally Mike had his prince charming. He had money. But so did Cesaro. And Cesaro spoiled him. This suit he was wearing was Prada. Expensive. Bought for him by Cesaro. And fitted him like a glove. The shoes shone in the March sunshine. Mike placed his expensive Rayban shades on and carried his rose in one hand, his other arm linked in Cesaro's as he was escorted inside. Times like this he tended forget they were professional wrestlers.
Turned out Mike didnt have a match or was needed. But he didnt care. Still loved the business. And could cheer his strong man on backstage.
"I'm going to go work out," Cesaro drawled, "You be OK here?"
"Course," beamed Mike, "And if you want to send me naughty sweaty photos, feel free."
Cesaro pecked those pouty lips and left to go change into his (very tight) workout gear. What? Mike wanted something to look at. And it clung to those powerful muscles.
Mike made his way to catering. Over at the very same table was sat Cody and Curtis Axel. No Josh? Mike was surprised that his ex and Cody's current boyfriend/former best friend wasnt about that much considering he was on TV more with the preshow panels.
"Saved you a seat Mizzlekins," smirked Cody, "Nice to see you back."
Mike wished Cody would drop that stupid nickname. He perched into a seat next to Cody whilst Curtis sat Cody's other side. Just like Mean Girls.
"Hey, whats up?" he said.
"Another new suit?" remarked Curtis.
"Claudio," sighed Mike, "He spoils me so much. Makes me feel like such a lady."
"Did he give you that rose?" asked Cody.
Mike noded.
"Awwww," cooed Cody, "He's a gentleman. What you deserve."
"He's perfect," Mike said, "So what have I missed in my vacation?"
"Oh, well," Curtis said, "I'll let Regina tell you."
Cody just smirked at the nickname.
"Guess who split up," he said.
"Have you and...?"
"No! No...that'll never happen," Cody said, "And no it's not Teddy and Fandango either. The golden couple. Randalyn and John boy."
"What? Cena and Orton? How comes? Cena hasn't been chasing that idiot Ryder again has he?" Mike said, "I thought Randy would have his balls on a skewer if he so much as looked at another guy."
"See that's the thing," chipped in Curtis, "Cena didn't cheat."
"Randy? Oh the stupid..." sighed Mike.
"Guess who with," Cody said.
"Not..."
"Yep, Randy slept with Dee Bee after Raw two weeks ago," Cody said, "Both of them told me one right after the other. Dee Bee popped his top cherry."
"Wait...Randy was bottom to Daniel?! But Daniel's only little..!" gasped Mike.
"You're friends with Cody who opens his legs for a five foot nine spiky haired munchkin and that's news?" scoffed Curtis.
"Never mind that," Cody said, cheeks rather pink, "Anyway. Randalyn and Dee Bee had a one night wild fuck, but...by the end of the week. He and Cena got back together."
"Cena's a mug," Mike said.
"Not necessarily," Cody said, "Cena tapped Ryder, Randy just equalised. And don't say anything to Randy. He's been pressed enough about the whole thing."
"I saw his tour bus parked up," Mike said, "No sign of Cena's cars.."
"Blatantly banging on the bus, and good on them," Cody said, "Anyway, just wanted to fill you in so Dee Bee doesnt get embarrassed. Been pretty tough on him too. He and SHeamus aren't talking so he's spending more time with Brie. Miss my bestie but want to see him happy."
"He's playing a dangerous game," Mike said, "And I bet Sheamus is full of it, with it being Saint Patty's day today. Least with us, Brandi and Ryse are beards and they're cool with all that...anyway...Curtis..." He fixed his big blue eyes on Curtis who shuffled.
"Oh yes, you didn't know," grinned Cody.
"Ryback eh? You lucky bitch," Mike said, "You deserve some fun after what Punk did to you. Bet you spend every waking moment bent over, on your back or riding that monster."
"Yep," smirked Curtis, "Honeymoon period still going. Already had it twice today."
"He's worse than me," Cody said.
"Well Ryback, Josh, bit of a difference there," smirked Mike, "How do you mean twice? We've been on the road!"
"Once this morning, once thrown across the hood of the rental car," smirked Curtis, "He's the best sex I've ever had. I can't get enough...I'm turning myself on just thinking about it."
"Not in company, please, if you start humping the leg of table I'm outta here," Cody grinned.
"Hypocrite, why's Josh not around? Cos you practically snapped his pelvic bone in two before I arrived!" hit back Curtis, "It's Goldust I feel sorry for."
"You try waiting six years before the man you've dreamed about and want to grow old with finally tells you how he feels," Cody said, "I know we all joke about sex and stuff...but this is the happiest I've ever been. I'd get down on one knee tomorrow if I could."
"You're legally married to Brandi though," Curtis said, "How's Layla getting on? Wasn't she back last week at a show?"
"She's not said anything...I only found out cos Nattie told me a few days ago," Cody said sadly, "SHe's still not returning calls from Joshy or me. And I keep thinking how I want to cut AJ's smug little face off."
"I thought she was such a nice girl too," Mike said.
"She hurt two people I care about," Cody said, rubbing Curtis's shoulders.
"Codes...more time I spend with Ryan, more I realise how much better than Punk he ever was," Curtis said, "Seriously. Punk. Distinctly average."
"Size isn't everything honey," Cody reminded him.
"Ryan's a big boy AND knows how to use it," Curtis grinned, "So, both of you. Little Mathews must pack serious heat. How big? Tell me."
"About six and a half," Cody said, to which Mike nodded, blushing at the memory.
"That all?" Curtis said, raising an eyebrow.
"Way thicker than average, what he lacks in length he makes up with girth," smirked Cody, "And cos he's vers, he's a hot top. Knows how to use it. He's the best sex."
"But surely it's the best because you love him," Curtis reasoned.
"That too," Cody said, "I'm not going to deny that pre-Teddy and pre-Joshy I was a whore. A bitchy whore." He shot a guiltily apologetic look at Mike.
Mike waved it aside. Ancient history as far as he was concerned now.
"Oh hey Josh," he said.
"Mike! Didn't know you were back today," the little bespectacled, spiky haired man said, perching down next to Cody who immedately attacked his face with kisses, "Coddles...nnf...Coddles...behave."
"That suit is HOT," whimpered Cody.
"WOrking," Josh said, pushing him off playfully, "You're on the panel with me again Mikey."
Cody gave Mike a jealous look.
"Would rather be wrestling," Mike grinned.
"I wanna be on the panel," pouted Cody.
"I don't think the legends would appreciate you biting his neck every five minutes," smirked Curtis, "So Josh, how's it going down at NXT?"
"Still cool," Josh said, "Oh, I have news."
"You're getting a title shot against Neville?" Cody beamed.
"No, not that sort of news," Josh said, "Er...guess who apologised to me?"
"Muscle Mary?" Cody asked, frowning.
"Yeah," Josh said, "Because, well...he and Evvy are back on."
"What? Since when?" Mike asked.
"Since Arrival," Josh said, "Evan came to the show. Coddles...Alex seems more like his old self. Normal. Not that awful bitchy slut he turned into before. And..."
He whispered something into Cody's ear.
"What? Tell me!" Mike pleaded.
Josh leaned over and whispered into Mike's ear.
Mike grinned.
"Oh man that's HOT," he said.
"What?" Curtis was feeling distinctly left out.
"Oh we might as well say," Mike said, "Alex and Evvy have switched. Apparently Evvy's realised how much fun bottoming is."
"Oh wow...I bet he can ride with a full split," Curtis breathed.
"How good's your hearing?" teased Cody, "Cos thats what Joshy just told us. I still don't trust Riley, but...well...good for him."
"I was surprised, cos Evan's gotten really jacked and he was pretty manly in bed when he was twinky," Josh said.
"Feels like the old days," Mike sighed wistfully.
"The good old days," Cody agreed, "Joshy...(he wriggled onto the smaller man's lap to much protests)..any more gossip about developmental? Is Graves still with whats-his-face? Vader's son who's now a personal trainer?"
"Yeah," Josh said, "It's a hotbed over there. Adrian and Sami are a couple. They're so cute. Aiden English is gay too."
"With that gimmick, not surprising," Curtis put in, "Who's he dating?"
"Baron Corbin," Josh said.
"Corbin?! He's an ex NFL player!" whistled Cody, "Any more couples?"
"Corey and Jake, or rather, Corey and Jesse; Adrian and Sami Zayn, Baron and Aiden, oh and Tyler Breeze is queer too. He's dating CJ Parker."
"No?" Cody said.
"Breeze is the gayest thing on that roster!" Mike said, "Nobody can be that pretty and straight. But Parker the hippie? Wow, odd couple indeed. Is that whole roster gay?!"
"No," smirked Josh, "Only other couple is...(he whispered in Cody's ear whose mouth dropped wide open)."
"Tell us!" Mike said.
"Private, sorry," Josh said, "But put it this way, not just the guys who are.."
"Oooh, two of the NXT Divas?!" Mike said, "That's not fair!"
"Not saying any more," grinned Cody.
Over the other side of Catering, Dean and Seth were watching the 'plastics' gossip.
"That's why I want to keep us under wraps," Dean was saying, "I don't want those guys discussing our private life over bowls of fruit salad."
"Only if you tell people stuff," Seth said, "Makes a change from watching what we say. If Cena and Orton can be open, no reason why we cant."
"Sethie...if you want to, then...I will," Dean said, "Suppose it's been long enough."
"We don't have to walk into the locker room and do a number from Glee," chuckled Seth.
"You can't sing anyway." smirked Dean.
"Least I don't sound like a dying penguin," hit back Seth, and he pecked Dean on the lips. Dean went pink and the hugest smile lit his face. Deep down he was thrilled that Seth was proud enough to do that at work and with others watching.
"They didnt even notice," Dean said.
Seth saw how he was grinning from ear to ear. He knew his better half really wanted to go public underneath his denial. He knew how insecure about his appearance Dean could be and this was like the ultimate validation. If they kept it to just at work then they should be OK. The backlash from SHield fangirls would be one heck of a cross to bear for both men after all.
Dean climbed onto Seth's lap.
"Love you," he said, pecking Seth's lips.
"Steady on Jonny," grinned Seth, "No humping at the table. love you too."
"Waiting for the queen bee to clock us," Dean said, arms around Seth's neck and planting more kisses on the bearded man's lips.
Seth looked over Dean's shoulder at the table. Axel and Miz had vacated it, leaving Cody sat with Josh. Cody had spotted them. His blue eyes wide. Mouth agape.
"Think he just did," smirked Seth. He spotted Cody stand up and Mathews try and talk him back. But Cody was walking over.
"Coddles...leave it," Josh was sighing.
"But Joshy..." whined Cody.
"You can poke your nose in on your own," smirked Josh, "I gotta set the panel up. See you after the show."
"Joshy.. you forgot something," Cody said, making a 'kiss-kiss' sound.
Josh grinned and turned back, kissing Cody on the lips.
"Love you," Cody breathed.
"Love you too...now mush," Josh replied, before turning on his shiny black loafer-clad heel and leaving the room.
"Can we help you Rhodes?" Seth smirked.
"Still stung from our defeat last week?" Dean put in.
"Match, schmatch," Cody said, perching on their table, "I didn't know you two were a couple."
"That we are," Dean replied.
"How long you been dating?" asked Cody.
"Since 2011," Seth put in.
"Wow,...you kept that hidden, Joshy never said anything when he was in FCW with you guys," Cody said, "Dont worry...I'm not going to make fun...I was just curious. And you're cute together."
"That's nice of you...I guess," Seth said, "Just thought it was time to be open at work."
"You should be," Cody said, "Cena and Orton haven't exactly suffered from it. But why were you on Grindr, Dean?"
"I used to use it pre-Sethie," Dean explained, a touch guiltily.
"So why is it still on your phone?" asked Cody.
"You can't use it to make friends?" put in Seth. He knew Dean kept it because he was so stupidly insecure about his looks. He might not like it but he loved Dean so just let things be.
"So...we gotta ask," smirked Dean, "Mathews. You could have anyone you wanted. Why him?"
"You're tall and look like a model..he well er...doesn't," Seth said, "Not trying to be mean...just...Ted DiBiase...Mathews..?"
"Joshy is the only person who knows me as well as my own family," Cody said, "In fact he knows every one of my secrets...stuff about me which would knock my old dad out. We go back a long way. I met him when I debuted on Raw...seven years ago almost."
His eyes were dewy and he glowed with pride.
Dean and Seth looked at one another. Maybe Dusty's boy wasn't such a primadonna bitch after all. He looked to them like a little boy who'd met his childhood hero.
Tuesday.
Main Event was being filmed live prior to Smackdown.
A small coffee-skinned girl made her way into the building and removed her shades.
Layla El had been back to work after a six month hiatus for a week now. Luckily she'd avoided Cody and Josh thanks to being at separate house shows. But she knew they'd both be working tonight. Josh had some backstage segment, whilst Cody was opening with Goldust and the Real Americans.
It was bad enough having to avoid looking AJ in the eye.
But her two best friends...
She walked into the locker room and began to change.
Layla was already in her grey attire with dayglo pink and yellow pads and trimmings, and she carried a bag she'd picked up from sassy Sandra the wardrobe mistress. She hoped this would be a small peace offering for Josh. Also in the bag was a rare Archangel comic book she knew Cody did not own.
"Oh...hey Layla," came a man's voice.
Layla paused and found herself looking at Curtis Axel's 'Better Than Perfect' vest.
"Hey," she said.
"You're not the the only one they hurt," Curtis reminded her.
"I know," she sighed, and she hugged him. When she'd found out about AJ and Punk, first person she'd contacted, over Josh and Cody, was Curtis. Because he was in exactly the same boat as her.
"You deserve better," Curtis said, "Much better. You were here while she was still in high school!"
"Still probably could wrestle better than me even then," sighed Layla, "I know at my age I should not let the haters get to me...but maybe they're right. What do I do in a ring? Kick, dance and hit people with my bum. I get no reaction."
"You don't have to suplex the living shit out of your opponent to be a good wrestler," Curtis said, "Just so happens our exes happen to have the most obnoxious fanbases."
"Yeah, I guess," sighed Layla, "And that Eva Marie makes me want to vomit. I had to job to her on my first night back. I paid my dues doing stupid gimmicks like Extreme Expose before I got taken seriously out there. She skipped over NXT."
"I thought you weren't coming back," Curtis said.
"Very nearly didn't," Layla said, "I know I sound like a hypocrite, ragging on her when I'm a Diva Search winner and all that rather than slaved on the indies."
"You and Eve Torres were the best things to come out of that contest," Curtis assured her, "You could hang toe to toe with Nattie, Beth Phoenix every time. You're the only diva left who's held the old Women's Championship, you're the only one who was here when Trish and Lita were. You should really go and see Cody and Josh..."
"I know...I know...do they hate me?"
"Actually, no, they always talk about how much they miss you," Curtis said.
"Thought I'd get a four page entry in the Slam Book," scoffed Layla.
"You know he doesn't do that anymore," Curtis said.
"Maybe I should go shag a top guy like the Bellas, might get taken seriously then," Layla said.
Curtis pretended he didn't hear that and led her into catering.
Josh and Cody were sat at a table. Cody of course in his ring gear, Josh all suited and spectacled up.
Curtis walked over, trying to act as though everything was normal.
"Where have you been?" asked Cody.
"BAthroom," lied Curtis.
"Wonder why," smirked Cody.
"Coddles...please...eating," Josh sighed, looking away and then clocked the petite figure behind Curtis and his eyes widened.
"Hi," Layla said, shuffling her feet awkwardly.
Josh folded his arms and scowled at her.
He nudged Cody and pointed.
"Nice of you to join us Lay," he snarled.
He still looked like a pissed off cat, Layla thought.
"C;mon," Curtis said, "Don't be an ass."
"We've every right to be," Cody said defiantly.
"Just remember what happened," Curtis reminded him, "Punklee? Other victim?"
"No excuse to cut us both off," Cody said obstinately, "And now she's swanning in here like the past 6 months didn't happen."
"Coddles.." sighed Josh, "Don't."
"It's called keeping a friendship," Cody said, ignoring Josh, "Just because I don't see Teddy anymore doesnt mean I don't call him every week to see how he is. I still Skype Shawn Spears regularly even though it's been years. What's your excuse Lay?"
"I don't need this," snapped Layla.
"Maybe I don't need you," Cody said, glowering at her, "Way to go Lay, yeah, nice of you to show me and Joshy how much we really mean to you. Well guess what, maybe we don't care."
Josh was now facepalming. Wishing Cody would just shut the hell up before he said something he regretted.
"Last time I looked your main event push has fizzled out," Layla hit back, folding her arms, "Still never mind, I'm sure your WIFE is only too pleased to fill in for me." She was unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice.
"You leave Brandi out of this," snarled Cody, "Lay, face it. You don't have a place on the roster anymore. It's all about AJ, Tamina and the Funkadactyls now. Or anyone off Total Divas. The Bellas have become pretty solid wrestlers now. You'll see your career off like Melina did. Irrelevant and jobbing to talentless tits and ass like Eva Marie. Don't expect a reaction tonight either."
"Cody...that was uncalled for," Josh said, a totally shocked expression on his face.
"Yes Layla, you heard," Cody said, almost delighting in the hurt look in the English girl's face, "YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US!"
"Oh please..." Josh sighed.
"Go on. Shoo." Cody said, turning away from Layla, "Bye Felicia."
"Oh I've had enough of you anyway," Layla stormed, tears in her eyes, humiliated, "Behaving like some sixteen year old little queen. You're bloody 28. This is why I didnt want to come back to the stupid playground games that you like to play. I wouldn't want to sit with you anyway. I don't need to hear about arse fucking day in day out."
She threw the bag tearfully onto the desk and left the room in tears.
"What the hell was all that about?" Josh snapped.
"Well she thinks she can just walk in like nothing's happened," Cody said, unrepentant, "Six months is a long time Josh."
"That's no reason to say shitty things like that!" Josh cried, "Make you feel like a man did it Cody? Reducing a grown woman to tears like that?!"
"I thought you'd be on my side Josh!" Cody said.
"Not if you're going to act like a bitchy faggot I'm not!" Josh said, "Jesus Cody...I thought you'd grown out of this!"
"Fine, we're through," Cody snarled, folding his arms, "A bottom doesnt make a good top anyway."
Josh was not even going to dignify that with a response. He simply picked the bag up, and looked inside. That was the copy of Archangel that Cody had raved about that he hadn't got. He could be such an insufferable brat. Josh pulled it out and slapped it on the table before getting out of his chair.
"Josh, wait," Curtis said, feeling so awkward.
"Don't," Josh said, and left the table.
He made his way over to another one with two more suited men sat at it.
"Mind if I join?" he asked, "Unless...it's...strictly couple time."
"Go right ahead," Tom Phillips said.
Josh sat next to the other man, announcer Justin Roberts. Josh knew these two were dating and he thought it was cute. Only he and Renee Young knew that titbit of gossip.
"You look pissed off," Justin said.
"Don't get me started," Josh sighed, "I think I'm single again."
"What, really?" Justin said, "The dream team split up?"
"He's being downright nasty," Josh said, "Just made Lay cry."
"Wait...what?"
Justin had been here for quite a few years himself and was pretty friendly with Josh. So he of course knew about the 'golden trio'; as many wrestlers called the Josh, Layla, Cody group.
"Don't want to talk about it," Josh said, "How are you anyway?"
"APart from Tom getting tongue tied when I'm announcing and he's commentating," smirked Justin, "Same as ever. Oh actually...I forgot. You're wrestling tonight."
"What? Nobody came and told me!" Josh gasped, "I don't have any gear!"
"What's in that bag?" Tom put in.
"Lay had it, I dunno," Josh said, looking inside. INside were some grey shorts/trunks, a shocking pink belt with an infinity logo, grey kickpads, a bright yellow kneepad and a shocking pink kneepad. After all this time, Layla was STILL getting copies of her attires made for him.
"Bit bright isn't it?" remarked Tom. He'd watched his fellow announcer's matches at NXT many a time and always wondered why Josh wore such bright colours, unusual for a male superstar.
"He's always wrestled in whatever Layla wears," smirked Justin, "And anyway, if Macho Man could pull dayglo colors off.."
"Eaxctly," grinned Josh, "I'll leave you guys to it...got a match to prep for."
"How easy is it to get into the ring?" asked Tom.
"Depends. Could you handle Bill?" asked Josh, "He's not easy."
"I know Justin could," Tom said, a bashful smile on his face. Under his suit, Justin was SOLID. Josh had to admit he'd never thanked Bryan properly for stripping Justin back in 2010 on the old style NXT. Not only did he have a voice like chocolate, Mr Roberts also had a sculpted torso. An underrated hottie in Josh's books because he wasnt a wrestler. And Josh could tell with his experienced gaydar that despite his silken tones, Justin was the top of that relationship. Tom had a youthful innocence despite his somewhat elder-sounding commentary voice. The announce team was probably the hottest it had been in years, Josh thought - Byron, Renee, Justin, Tom...
The small man made his way to the locker room to change, totally blanking Cody as he walked out. Maybe after the show he'll try and talk it out. But right now Cody could go whistle. He knew the best step with a Cody tantrum was to just let the ravenette rage until it burned out. He went to find Mark the talent guy to find out his opponent. Least it was a dark match. Slater. So on the main roster Josh was still a face if he wrestled. Ah well.
He changed into the grey gear. He always took his shoes and knee brace with him for workouts so that was fine. He still wasn't sure about working without it.
"Oh hey," came a voice and Josh looked up to see Daniel Bryan. Alone. No Sheamus or Randy.
"Hey," Josh said, "I thought you'd be away tonight after last night."
"Still watching the show," Daniel said, his arm in a sling, "Nothing I can';t handle."
"Stephanie was like Xenia from Goldeneye, she was practically cumming in her panties out there," Josh said, "They should have brought Brie down to kick her ass."
"I thought that," Daniel said, "I managed to avoid Shea last night though. St Paddy's day and all that. You probably heard about me and Randy a few weeks back."
"Listen, not judging," Josh said, "You're a main eventer, I'm an announcer slash developmental. No room to comment. I'm not Cody."
"You guys have split, I can tell by your face," Daniel said.
"That obvious huh," Josh said, "Yeah. He was an asshole to Lay. And I wasn't down with that."
"He's been weird lately, moodier than normal," Daniel said, "Obsessed with other couples lives. Determined to see if Rollins and Ambrose are in fact dating. Which they are."
"They outed themselves to us," Josh said, "Seriously, Dean got on his lap and started making out in the middle of catering!"
"I roomed next to them once," Daniel said, grinning, "Dean The Scream. Listen...uh...don't get offended if I don';t sit with you, Cody, Curtis much for a while...um...just while I sort my head out. I think it's best I stop messing with men."
"Oh I'm not offended," Josh said, waving that off, "It's your life! None of my business. You're engaged. You should be with your fiance."
"Only problem is, my fiance's sister is a beard for a man I've slept with," Daniel said, "You can't make it up, can you?"
"Guess not," Josh said, "I'll see you later. Got to work out some stuff with Jinder."
He pulled his knee brace tight and took his contact lenses out of his bag to replace his now-always-seen glasses.
"Colors look good on you," Daniel smirked, "I always knew gray made your ass look bigger."
"Hey!"
"Only messing," Daniel said, "Sorry.."
Backstage, Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin was all suited up for Smackdown later, watching the Rhodes brothers take on the Real Americans. His eyes were glued to the strapping hairy figure of his gentleman Cesaro.
"Hi Mikey," came a soft female voice.
"Oh...Lay...hi," Mike said, hugging her, "Are you OK? Look like you've been crying."
"Yeah I have," Layla said, "Cody is an arsehole and a bitch."
"Cody?!" gasped Mike.
"Yeah, surprised?" Layla said, "He just humiliated me in front of Curtis and Josh. Gave me a reason you suck speech. Oh I'm officially barred from sitting with you."
"Oh God," Mike said, "He was an in funny mood earlier actually. Pissier than normal. I think that he and Josh being a couple isn't working out."
"Never date your best friend, I should have told him that," Layla said, "But let him make his bed and lie in it. Serve him right. Might deflate his big head."
"Goldust is at his wits end," Mike said, "Could see the tension between them before they went out there. Coddles was basically ranting about the state of the Divas division all the way to the curtain."
Layla rolled her eyes.
"I know I'm no Sara Del Rey but am I really that bad?" she asked.
"No, you're one of the best "non wrestling background" girls we've ever had!" Mike said, "I know what its like to get hate from the IWC too."
"So what was faceache saying?" asked Layla.
"Literally could have been off WrestlingForum dot com," Mike said, "What was it he said...Tamina, AJ and Natalya are the only worthy ones, bring back Kharma...Angelina Love should have signed here instead of TNA...the Bellas are just there because of who they do...Summer's embarrassing to watch, Cameron should get back to being a hood rat...Naomi is a female Sin Cara...well you know how he feels about Eva Marie...Alicia's time has gone...and Aksana is just there to get lesbians going."
"Oh for God's sake," Layla sighed.
"I know," Mike said, "He's got a real bee in his bonnet today."
"As for that beard wife of his," Layla said, "He wants hate, I'll give him hate. He goes and buys her new wrestling boots when I know from Michelle when she went to the Performance Center that she has NO interest in training whatsoever. She's just cashing in on his name anyway."
"And he only married her to protect himself," Mike sighed, "But me and Ryse did the same so I should shut the hell up. Lay...you've got nothing to worry about. OK you don't know a million holds like Nattie or brawl like Tamina. You have your own style and the Infinity pin is not exactly easy. I tried having a go at it when Josh and I trained one morning. I just went splat on the canvas! You spent a year training your ass off when you tore your knee to pieces rather than try cracking Hollywood like some of them...cough...BArbie...cough."
"Oh yeah, she's not interested in talking to me either now," Layla said.
"Unfortunately Ryse likes her so I have to tolerate her vapid ass," Mike said, "What was Josh doing whilst Cody was giving you his Regina routine?"
"Looked like he wanted to get out of there but he did give me one hell of a look," Layla sighed, "Maybe I should just leave them be..."
Lilian';s voice announced COdy and Dustin as the winners.
And as Golden Smoke played, Cody came through the curtain. He shot Layla a look that could curdle milk before flouncing down the corridor. His exasperated-looking elder brother following.
"Lay...don't," Mike said.
"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction," Layla said, "Let him hold a grudge. See if I care."
The Real Americans appeared a minute or so later, the Yosemite Sam-like figure of Zeb Coulter spotting Mike and guessing that he better leave those ol'; youngsters be.
"Claudio..." whimpered Mike and leapt into the sweaty arms of Cesaro.
LAyla watched this exchange with interest. Swagger looked more than a little jealous that his tag partner and former fuck buddy were now a serious item. But being a married man he couldn't really complain too much. He made his excuses and went on ahead.
"Can't wait until the show's over," Mike said.
"You've got to," chuckled Cesaro.
"Mmmm," Mike grinned, forgetting Layla was there, "You smell so manly."
"Ladies present, calm those hormones," grinned Cesaro, clocking Layla.
"Oh...yeah..." Mike said, blushing, "Lay...catch you later."
"Yeah. yeah," Layla said.
Mike linked his suited arm in the thick muscular one of his beloved Swiss. He was wearing a sexy jock under his suit. A tiny one at that.
"We should do a live sex celebration on Miz TV," he whined.
"Michael, that's not becoming of a lady," Cesaro teased.
"Nothing ladylike about what I want you to do to me," Mike said, shoving the tall Swiss to the wall and pulling those black trunks down those hairy thighs. His hot, eager mouth clamped on the larger man';s length and he began to suck in earnest.
"Mike...Mike...show..." grunted Cesaro, unable to stop the masculine groans of ecstasy from leaving his throat.
"Time to release that tension before your next bout," moaned Mike. Mmmmmm. He could not get enough of this man.
"Don't want to make Biff jealous..." groaned Cesaro.
Lately to annoy his tag partner, the Swiss had taken to calling Jack 'Biff' after his alarming resemblance to Thomas F. Wilson's famous role in Back To The Future.
"Let him," Mike moaned, "C'mon Claudio..."
Cesaro gently removed Mike's head from him. The big blue eyes looked up at him.
"Michel, attendez jusqu'à ce que, après le spectacle!" Cesaro purred, "Alors je peux vous traiter la manière dont une femme doit être traitée.."
He pulled Mike up and kissed him.
Mike melted.
He knew exactly what Cesaro said. And he was rock hard in this uncomfortable jock.
Mike had freshened up after Smackdown had wrapped, checking his suit was still neat and reslicking his hair. Always must look his best for his Swiss gentleman.
Cesaro appeared a minute later, in his street clothes and still looking achingly chic.
"Bonjour," Mike purred, kissing him.
"Bonsoir mon cher," Cesaro rumbled back.
"Take me straight to our room Claudio," Mike whined, "Never mind dinner, I've got you."
Cesaro chuckled.
As they walked out the car park, they spotted a suited John Cena and Randy Orton. Randy was fussing all over John's suit, straightening the tie and the lapels of the big hulk';s jacket.
"Off to dinner?" Cesaro said to John who grinned at him.
"Yeah," grinned John, "And he;'s paying."
"Could have picked a classier suit Johnny," complained Randy.
"You werent wrestling, you could have ironed it," teased John.
"I did but you just ruined it by not undoing the buttons before pulling it over your head," Randy rumbled, "Can';t take you ANYWHERE!"
Cesaro sniggered.
John just flashed the dimples before leading the taller tanned man towards his Maserati.
"Relationship like that," Mike whimpered, "They're adorable. Randy and Bryan? Nah. Randy and Cena just look so right together. I'm team Centon, not team Nena."
"You spend way too much time on Tumblr," teased Cesaro.
"It's where I find hot pics of my stallion," Mike purred, "When I was away, it was all I had."
"But you're back now," Cesaro purred, "C'mon..."
Back in the hotel room, Cesaro chilled out with a glass of champagne while Mike lay in the bath, pampering himself as a lady should. He was working this kink out big style. Being the lady to a well-dressed wealthy European gentleman. Some might find his behaviour emasculating but it was Mike's business nobody else's.
"Claudio, you can come in if you like," Mike said.
"Good cos there's nothing good on the TV," Cesaro grinned, casually removing his shirt and jeans so he was clad in just boxers. His statuesque figure loomed in the bathroom.
Mike just stared. That was all his.
The former stockroom boy from Cleveland and ex reality star had one of the best workers in the business and one of the sexiest men alive in his hotel room. He'd made it.
"Not sure there's enough room for my legs," smirked Cesaro.
"I'm getting out now anyway," Mike said, "Get me a towel."
Cesaro obeyed him without a protest. He was a gentleman after all.
He watched that curvy figure step out the bath and was ready with the towel. Mike wrapped it around his pecs not his waist. Wow he really was going for this role all-out. And because he still thought of himself as 'chubby with moobs' some days.
The towel cut off deliciously at that curvy, perfect thick ass and thighs. Cesaro just stared. He thought chunkier guys were highly underrated. So what if Mike wasn't the lean god? He had a lot of love to give. Guess it was true. Bigger people had more to love.
Mike sat at the table, combing his hair back. He sprayed and gelled it. Wanted to keep it neat and slicked without it being roughed up.
He sprayed himself with cologne before padding to the bed.
Cesaro dimmed the light and crawled on in front of his beau.
"Hey," Mike beamed, kissing him.
"Hey," replied Cesaro, kissing him right back.
Mike slowly began to kiss him, moaning against his lips.
Cesaro rolled ontop of the curvy man, just kissing him and allowing Mike's arms to wrap around his neck.
He removed the towel and begean to kiss down those curvy pectorals, enjoying the whimpers Mike was making already. Mike;s cock was rock hard and leaking precum. Cesaro had never known a guy to be so hot for him before.
"Claudio...please...touch," whined Mike.
Cesaro went to jerk Mike off.
"No...you know where," Mike squeaked.
Cesaro sucked on his two long fingers and slowly began to insert them into the tight warm entrance, enjoying the tiny scream that left the Ohio native's throat.
"Ohhhhhhhh...CLaudio..."
Mike had never been so into having his ass fingered prior to Cesaro. And he was as bottom as bottom could be. But Cesaro was just fantastic with those long-fingered hands of his and could touch Mike anywhere and reduce him to a mess.
"Claudio...please...I just want you inside me," he whimpered.
Cesaro was honor-bound to do whatever Mike asked of him. And he'd already got the lubricant out.
He reached over and picked up the bottle.
He removed his boxers.
He could go as slow as he liked tonight. Make Mike scream. Make Mike see stars.
Let the whole corridor hear his name.
The Swiss slicked his length copiously.
He also began to prep Mike, enjoying once more, those adorable small screams that left his throat. How he could go from big mouthed ass on TV to so cute in the bedroom was amazing.
He leaned forward and rubbed against Mike's ass, the Ohio native's chunky legs resting on his shoulders.
And slowly entered. They'd been together long enough now to know one other so intimately.
Mike's legs left his shoulders and wrapped tightly around the hairy hunk of a man as the Ohio native moaned and whined.
"Ohhhh Claudio..." he whined, "You...you're perfect. So perfect."
The tight heat was off the scale...those soft legs wrapping him possessively...Every time was always amazing with Mike. Cesaro could see them being...forever.
He kissed Mike's pouty lips and slowly began to move.
"oooh...ohh...ohhh..."
Small screams and whimpers left Mike's lips. Cesaro was just hitting his spot right. As always. He didnt want slutty sex tonight. Romantic. Wanted to be made love to.
His legs were tingling both from the sensations sizzling from his ass and from the hairy skin of his partner. Real men had hair.
Cesaro was so perfect.
"Claudio...oh Claudio..."
Even his real name was romantic, like something from a romance novel. Claudio. A name you could moan. So was his ring name Antonio. Either one...so Shakespearean.
Cesaro was emitting low, masculine grunts. He was letting Mike make the noise.
He kissed Mike's lips every now and then.
Mike's prostate was on fire. He had to pause to stop himself from coming too early.
Cesaro could always make him cum. He'd never had to jerk during sex with his Swiss stallion.
The Swiss was doing the same. Pausing every now and then. Making this last.
After ten minutes of slow loving...Cesaro pulled Mike up into a cuddled seated position.
"Ohh...oh...Claudio...I...Claudio...I...love you." Mike mewled.
It felt so right. He couldn';t help but drop the L bomb.
"Je t'adore aussi," Cesaro rumbled.
Mike let out a tiny scream, his blue eyes dewy.
Slowly on and on they carried.
Their muscled bodies sheened in sweat.
Writhing slowly but intimately.
Small screams punctuated by an undercurrent of growling grunts.
Mike had edged so often he was 'gooning'...his rational thoughts and social graces long since gone and just focusing solely on the pleasure he was getting. He was making a lot of noise now. His skin alight. Wriggling softly...his arms just doing whatever.
His thick, chunky legs unable to remain still.
Cesaro knew it was always best to stray away from wham bam thank you man. Man sex was the best. The fucking best.
And he was as turned on as Mike was. Watching Mike just let it consume him was out of this fucking world.
"Let go," he purred into Mike's ear.
The screams were increasing in volume.
Mike's voice had risen about an octave and a half.
He sounded like a woman right now.
Little gasps. Screams.
He was getting close to orgasm yet again.
This time...fuck it.
He was going to cum.
No more edging.
Oh CLAUDIO.
OH.
His lower back was aching and tingling.
He could feel it.
Oh God.
He was seeing stars.
Rising.
Rising.
He opened his mouth and just screamed as every one of his senses was blown to smithereens; his release spraying between their writhing muscular forms.
"CLAUDIOOOO..."
Cesaro was fucking gobsmacked.
This was so fucking intense..
He was thrusting up more animalistically.
Mike was a rag doll...totally catatonic with post-orgasmic bliss...
Cesaro too lost it, his lion roars filling the room as he held his partner tight.
Two doors down, a large man was also on his back.
His hands were locked in those of his smaller, slimmer tag partner who's perfect, round bubble butt he was now buried in. As he usually was most nights. And mornings.
Curtis Axel was in seventh fucking heaven.
He could hear distant screaming.
Sounded like Miz.
No mistaking that noise.
Miz was feeling it.
Feeling what he was feeling right now.
"Ohh...Ryan...you're amazing..." he whimpered.
Ryback just let out mannish grunts. He could be gentle if he wanted in bed. He might be a total power top but he had his tender moments. And he and Curtis had a LOT of sex.
"Ryan...cuddle...please..." Curtis whimpered. He wanted to feel loved tonight.
"Sure..." grunted the YOUNGER yet much bigger man.
He sat up and wrapped his enormous traps and arms around the smoother, less contoured figure of his brunette, bearded lover. Such a contrast to Brad Maddox back in 2012. Brad might have had ass but he was obscenely loud. Like Kim Cattrall in Porky's kinda loud.
Curtis was noisy too...but in a cute way. And he was the package. Sweet, loving...excellent in the ring. Eyes you could get lost in. And that ass. Mr Perfect Jr indeed.
"Ry...oh Ry..."
"Feel good Joey?"
Curtis whined softly. Oh yes.
It did feel good.
Ryback was amazing in bed. He was strong and powerful. But knew how to fuck properly. Not like a fucking jackrabbit.
All Curtis wanted was to be made to feel like he was involved rather than just a living sex doll.
Punk never liked Curtis to cum on him.
In fact he only faced Curtis in sex if it was when the Minnesota native was on his back. Otherwise it was always from behind. Cuddled but still, always from behind. Like Punk was ashamed that he was sleeping with someone with a penis. Curtis had a beard so there was never any doubt of that. Best In The World?! Not in bed, Curtis was sure of that.
What's more...Ryback ALWAYS liked Curtis to come first.
"Ry...can't last..."
"Don't fucking wait for me..." grunted the large man, "When you wanna...fuckin blow it."
He could be uncouth and brusque in bed. But Curtis liked that. Manly. Woof.
Oh God.
He was going to..
"Ry...Ry..."
"Close?"
The bearded head nodded, eyes half shut.
Ryback held Curtis in place as a loud scream suddenly burst from his lungs and the smaller body convulsed as his essence spurted all over the larger man's toned, ripped abs.
OK there's a fair hit of smut in this but not quite the lemon tree I promised. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! Rybaxel are a hot pairing IMO. I last featured Curtis in his previous guise of McGillicutty in Champ's Choice and think he needs more loving.
Don't worry, the scene with Tom Phillips and Justin Roberts was just to give Josh an escape route. No announcer smut. Too many pairings already! Same with the NXT pairings all mentioned. This is main roster based stuff! And I'm sorry to the Jody dislikers but while Josh is still on the preshow panels…well..he'll still appear occasionally. And for those who were CC readers, there was a mention of A-Bourne. Mainly just a fun callback.
Cody has been a bit of an ass but he has a point. Plus Layla's hiatus was legit shrouded in secrecy so I will echo that here. She won't reveal why but in this universe AJ cheating on her with Punk was a contributing factor.
John has forgiven Randy alarmingly quick but it's true – they're 1-1 and plus Randy could never be away from his Johnny forever. Now Dee Bee is out his system. Daniel's obviously been smashed with a dose of conscience and concentrating on Brie. Sheamus does deserve better than that, I agree.
Sorry this is so late and hope you enjoy!