CHapter 6
I'm literally still marking at the reviews. Thanks for still showing this fic some love :D Admittedly with all the Cody-Josh-Layla stuff it was my writing for own personal stanning reasons but hey. I realise it was a Miz-heavy piece last time so he'll step down for this one.
We've gone back a few hours to Main Event (18th March ) to begin with. And it's my trio, skip if they aint your thing.
Layla went backstage after her return TV match had finished. She felt she hadnt shown any rust (apart from when Cameron slipped and fell on her at the end) but the dead reaction was ringing in her ears. Cody was right. And she hated it. Even using her old LayCool theme. But, be British girl. Stiff upper lip. Don't let them get to you.
"Hey," came Josh's voice.
Layla saw the little man stood by a wires box, sipping water, dressed in identical attire (from the waist down) to her apart from his metal knee brace. He was stood a little funny. He'd hit a moonsault in his dark match and messed up the landing. His bad knee was twinging. Ironic really. Cody had caused this knee injury.
"Hey," Layla replied, "You're standing funny."
"This? Oh it's nothing," Josh said airily but he wobbled and winced as his knee throbbed.
"Josh...your knee," Layla said.
"You slayed out there, fuck what those smarks think," Josh said, "Think that's the fastest you've ever done the Infinity. You are just that good people."
"Josh...don';t change the subject," Layla said, "Get it checked out. If you've torn ligaments..."
"Funny isn't it," Josh said, "You, me and HIM...all injuring the same knee. Don't worry about me. I'm still cleared. Anyway if I did botch the IWC won't see it."
"What else happened?" Layla asked.
"Tried to hit the Infinity and slipped, they booed my ass off," Josh said, "Think my mind was on other stuff."
"I'm sure faceache noticed," Layla said bitterly, "Mike said he was slating the divas division to Dustin all the way down."
"Well there's a surprise," huffed Josh.
"Oh look, two divas who can't wrestle and get no crowd reaction," came a lisp and the pair of them looked up at a pretty spitefully-smirking Cody.
"Why are you so obsessed with us, haven't you got to go and do some Tamina stanning?" Josh hit back.
"You're 33, stop using words like stan," Cody said, "Why don't you just leave the company Josh, huh? Renee and Byron are doing your old job better, and pretty much the whole NXT roster does your current one better. Stop taking the spots of the business' future stars. Zayn and Graves run rings around your aged ass."
"Why are you being so nasty?!" snapped Layla, "First me, now the guy who 24 hours ago you were supposed to love!"
"Sorry girl, couldn't hear you over the crickets chirping when your music hit," sneered Cody, "You shouldnt have bothered your ass coming back. Nobody gave a fuck. And you botched."
"That was that ratchet hoe Ariane not her fault!" Josh said, jumping to her defence, "Has it not occurred to you that maybe Lay didnt want to tell us for her own reasons why she was gone?"
"Meh, I don't care," Cody said, a sassy pout of old now on his lips, "Funny isn't it, how she left when Brandi re-signed with NXT."
"Haven't you got some cringeworthy vlogs to go make?" hit back Layla, "With your perfect wife?"
"Brandi gets more reactions than you could EVER hope for!" Cody spat.
"Oh really? Horny teenage girls who hate her because they want your dick?" Layla shot back.
"As opposed to horny middle aged spinsters who want my dick, huh?" snarled COdy.
WHAP!
Layla had slapped him hard around the face and fled the scene in tears. No she was not after Cody. But the first remark stung the most. He was a nasty bitch. She always thought how lucky she was to have never really got on Cody's wrong side. But now...she was being got both barrels. If words could kill..
"I really don't know you at all do I?" Josh said, shocked at Cody's venom and hurting to see Layla so upset, "Why are you such a malicious bitch?"
"Why are you so unsatisfying in bed?" snarled Cody.
"Oh here we go, the same old drum," Josh said, "Well Dave's here now isn't he? Why don't you go get some of that. You always were thirsty."
"Maybe I will," Cody sneered, "I've been thinking of him since he got back anyway. He's gotten even hotter than he was last time. Maybe I should give him a call. He knows how to fuck."
"You would as well wouldn't you," Josh said, failing to mask the hurt in his voice.
"Yes I fucking would. Watch me."
And with that Cody sashayed away.
Josh kicked the wires box hard.
"FUCKER!"
He kicked it again.
And again.
"What's the matter?" came another man's voice.
Josh looked up to see well, not someone he wanted to right now. Dustin Rhodes. Face paint mostly smudged off and his gold suit taken off at his waist, his ripped arms shown off in a vest.
"Why is your little brother a malicious little bitch?!" Josh snapped.
"What's he been saying?" asked Dustin.
"Well he's dumped me," Josh said, "But he's been thoroughly vile to Lay. Said some really nasty things. Heard he stuck knives in to all the divas to you."
"Yeah, I just pretended to listen. When he goes off on one of his bitchy rants I just let him talk," Dustin sighed, "I know he's my brother but he's got no right to behave like an asshat. Want me to talk to him?"
"I'm fifty shades of done with his catty shit," Josh spat, "He's already shortened my career with this!"
He indicated his braced knee.
"Was that when he attacked it in that match?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah," Josh said, "Smashed it into the mat several times, hit the ring post with it. Hard."
"Where did he go anyway?" asked Dustin.
"Oh," Josh said, laughing humourlessly, "Gone to try and drop his Andrew Christians for Dave Bautista."
"He is fucking not." snarled Dustin.
"He did once before," Josh said, shrugging.
"He was flirting with Ziggler on Raw last night," Dustin said, "Really sickeningly. It was embarrassing. They had one fling five years ago..."
"WHAT?!"
Josh was floored.
What the hell?!
Five years...2009? Cody was dating Ted back then!
"Oh my God...you didn't know? I thought he told you everything!" Dustin said, running his hand through his very short blonde hair, "Oh my...guess not. And DiBiase doesn't know. Only one who does...apart from me...is Orton."
"WHAT?!"
"Orton only told me cos he was worried about Ziggler telling DiBiase," Dustin said.
"Teddy was nothing but good to him! Teddy's first relationship...I always thought they were too good to be true. I used to ENVY what they had! He's the same self-serving slut he always was! All that horseshit about Grindr being the sluts app and how much he hated sluts...what a fucking hypocrite!"
"I'm so sorry Josh...I really thought he';d told you like he tells you everything," Dustin sighed, "I thought you knew his biggest secrets."
"So did I," Josh said, "Better late than never. Always thought he was mostly straight."
Apart from the one time HE and Dolph had a thing. But that was WAY back. In his days when he was under his real name.
"A little bit bi, like ninety per cent of the roster on the road," Dustin said, "What happens on the road, stays on the road, isn't it? Don';t think Ziggler's into that now but yeah...he was telling Cody politely to back off cos you were on the panel and all.."
"Maybe I should have a chat with the Show Off," Josh said, "Dustin...thanks...don't feel like you have to get caught up in this shit. It's between me and Cody."
"I don't want my brother to fuck things up for himself," Dustin said, "Way he's behaving, his main event push will never happen."
Josh had already left in pursuit of his now ex-boyfriend and ex-bestie. Not again. Please not again. He could not hack another year of fighting with Cody. He was not going to be pushed around this time.
He marched into the locker room.
No sign of Cody.
Admitting defeat, he began to change. Cody had already been looking at other men before they broke up unceremoniously. Maybe it wasn't worth saving.
"Hey, you OK there?" asked Dean Ambrose, with a plate of chicken wings in his lap.
"No I am not, you seen that prick calling himself Cody Rhodes?" Josh said.
"Whoa...you guys had an argument?" asked Dean.
"Split up," Josh said, "Have you seen him?"
"Left five minutes ago, with Ziggler," Dean said.
"Oh GOD...Dean...thanks.." Josh said.
He zipped up his grey 'Property of WWE Performance Center' hoodie, grabbed his bag and ran from the room, almost flying to the parking lot. There was Cody stood with Dolph at the Show Off's rental. Dolph clearly trying to get rid of him. Josh could tell by the blonde's body language.
"Listen man, I really gotta go," Dolph was saying, "Got a 4am cardio planned...need my zees."
"C'mon Nicky, you didn't turn this ass down in 09," COdy was saying, a smirk lifitng his pouty lips.
"I told you last night, I don't play with guys anymore," Dolph said, "All the drama with my brother and Maddox has kinda put me off."
"I don't do drama, just good sex," Cody said, grabbing Dolph's crotch.
"Hey man, get off!" snapped Dolph, "I said, no."
Josh had seen more than enough.
"Thirsty, thirsty," he smirked.
"Fuck off back to irrelevancy," snarled Cody, "Rude to interrupt. We don't associate with jobbers."
"Not cool," Dolph said, "Look...I'll talk to you at the house show, OK?"
He climbed into the rental pretty swiftly, starting the engine and spun the front wheels as he left. Pretty eager to escape if you asked Josh.
"Now look what you did!" Cody snarled, "Just because nobody would touch your slutty ass doesn't mean you can cock block me!"
"You're pathetic, you know that!" Josh said, "Who are you trying to impress?! Or shall I tell Teddy you cheated on him back in 2009?!"
Cody resembled a rabbit caught in the headlights. Fuck.
"FUCKING DUSTIN!" he raged, "WHY DID HE TELL YOU?!"
"Why didn't you tell me?!" snapped Josh, "Bob, I can understand...but...why?"
"I was ashamed!" Cody said, eyes shining, face burning, "Randy walked in on us after we finished up. It...just...happened.."
"All this about 'I hate sluts, they're the lowest form of humanity' crap," Josh said, "Cody you're a hypocrite."
"You're a slut!" Cody said, "You never gave a second thought to those guy's girlfriends, boyfriends or nothing when you opened your legs to them! Don't get on your high horse when you're as guilty as me!"
"Oh I'M ON THE SOAPBOX?" raged Josh, "No wonder you were so quick to dump me, Dustin told me you were humping Dolph's leg last night too! Maybe you're not as hot as you think you are."
"Oh really, gonna play that game now are we?" sneered Cody, "You're pressed you're short and runty and will never amount to anything in this business. People fucking love me! I could get anyone I fucking want! I'm the best looking member of my family!"
"So where's the stacks of admirers now?" Josh challenged, "Thanks to your wife playing Alex Forrest on anyone who looks at you and acting as your mouthpiece everyone thinks you're another Morrison!"
"YOU FUCKING WHAT?"
"Oh yeah," Josh said, "I heard about Largo whilst I was training and working. Brandi ordering you around like a dog trainer and you complying like a good little hubby. Where was your 'sass' then huh?"
"Don't you DARE trash my wife Lomberger," snarled Cody, getting in the small man's face.
"Oh PLEASE," scoffed Josh, "You are too fucking gay to function. Everyone who's met knows you are the biggest bottom to have ever bottomed on the fucking planet of bottom. The Willem, Vicky and Detox song was written about you! You should have appeared in their fucking video seeing as your entire appearance screams 'I TAKE DICK UP THE HOO HOLE'!"
"That insult was as dead as Layla's crowd reactions the first time," Cody sassed.
Josh snapped.
He punched Cody smartly in the mouth.
The ravenette staggered and fell flat on his ass, holding his bust lip.
He looked up at the smaller man, who was now standing over him.
He knew he should have just shut his big mouth. He was hurt at Layla ignoring his calls which was why he turned on her so viciously. He was upset he couldn't spend the time he wanted with Josh when they had finally got together after so long. Apart from Curtis, Bryan and Miz, he had no other friends backstage. Randy spent more time with John really than anyone else. And Bryan was keeping his distance. Curtis was in his honeymoon period with Ryback so was literally always with the big guy. Miz ditto with Cesaro.
The tears started to fall.
Josh was still scowling at him, chest moving in and out.
But when he saw Cody's face crinkle...the sassy pout replaced with a pure kicked puppy look that only Cody could do. He looked like a little boy who'd fallen off his BMX...his anger ebbed away.
"I'm sorry..." he mumbled.
"Joshy..."
Cody started to sob.
Josh pulled Cody up, showing a little of his newly gained strength after all his grafting down in NXT.
"Sorry sorry sorry sorry.."
"Hey...quit it...don't cry..." Josh said, "You know I hate it."
"I hate being away from you," sniffled Cody, "I love you so fucking much Joshy and you're never here. Preshow panels are not the same as being on the road like the old days."
"Things have changed, you're up the card...I've got a new role," Josh said.
"Midcard hell," corrected Cody, "Days of maineventing Raw with the likes of Bryan have gone. Joshy..."
"What?"
"Joshy..."
The raven head buried into the small man's chest.
"I lost you again...lost you..."
"I'm still here," Josh said, "I still think you said some foul things... but I'm still here."
"Lost you...Joshy...couldn't..."
"C'mon Cody, pull it together," Josh said.
Sometimes these were the moments where Josh knew that he could never break from Cody. The sassy exterior was shattered and the lonely boy who wanted happiness was exposed.
"Joshy...don't...you shouldn't be forgiving me," he sniffled, "After what I said...what I did..."
"Why Dolph?" asked Josh.
"Feeling lonely," Cody murmured, "You're never there. Even when you are backstage, you're always going off...there's always Miz or Curtis around...we don't get any time together as a couple."
"Happens to everyone," Josh said.
"Brie and Bryan cope, Randy and John do...Miz and Cesaro, Dean and Seth...Curtis and RYback," Cody said, "Joshy...are you...ashamed of me? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"No!" Josh said.
"You sure? You were reluctant to kiss me in front of Rollins and Ambrose the other day," Cody said.
"What if we get outed to the public," Josh said, "Everyone knows you're married. I know Brandi's a beard but she may as well be spraying 'I AM MRS CODY RHODES' on the wall everywhere she goes. She has your picture in a locket..."
"But you know it's to protect you.."
"What from? I'm not exactly a draw," Josh said.
"Joshy...fuck those fans for once...does my opinion not matter to you? Do I not count in comparison to assholes who chant CM Punk purely to piss everyone off?"
"Coddles..."
"If that's how you feel Joshy...then...walk away," sniffled Cody, "I'm nothing but career poison aren't I? Teddy...Drew...Damien..look how low he's fallen...your knee...Lay...you don't need me holding you back."
"Coddles...I am not going to be pulling in the crowds, not now, not ever. You know like in auto racing, there's the guys who run in the back but do it for fun? That's me. I'll never be in the main event on Raw, let alone Wrestlemania. Ever. I just like being a wrestler for the first time since I was 21 years old."
"But what about the NXT title?"
"Adrian deserves it more than my old ass," Josh said, "They were gonna have the ladder match at Arrival be a triple threat. I told them no fucking way. I'm not taking Adrian's spot away when he's worked his ass off for it. But we're not talking about that...Coddles...I've never been ashamed of you. If anything you should be ashamed of me."
Cody grabbed the handsome face and pressed his pouty lips to Josh's urgently, whimpering adorably, begging to be allowed in once more. Josh relented and allowed Cody's tongue to enter his mouth.
"Joshy...Joshy...love...love you...want...Joshua..."
"Coddles you're rambling.."
"Joshy...I wish you were my husband..."
"Cody?"
Cody broke the kiss.
"Nothing," the younger ravenette murmured, going bright red.
Josh decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and just resumed kissing him.
"Sorry to break the moment sweetie," he said, flashing his white teeth, "But anyone tell how hot you can be in full on sassy bitch mode?"
Cody grinned. His naughty grin. The one that usually accompanied a lewd gay sex joke.
"Better fuck it out me of then you little stud," he purred, turning mischeivously and lowering his jeans, his bare pert ass out.
"CODDLES!"
"C'mon Joshy...going soft?"
"Well if I was you'd be disappointed."
"What you waiting for?"
"Not out here! Coddles...can we drop the trashy party boy stuff for a change? Be a couple. You're such a romantic softie underneath..."
He turned Cody around and took the long fingered delicate hand. A truly adorable smile lifted the ravenette's pretty face.
"You're so pretty when you're just being you," whispered Josh, stroking Cody's cheek.
Cody covered his ass once more and pecked his beloved man on the lips.
"Take me back to the hotel," he said.
He took the ring that Josh always wore on his thumb and placed it on his own ring finger in front of Brandi's wedding ring.
Josh;s eyes widened.
"Joshy...can...I keep this? While you're back in Florida?" asked the ravenette, his blue eyes blinking adorably.
"Coddles...that ring I've had a long time..."
Cody reached into his sports bag and pulled out his lense-less Off Duty glasses and shot Josh a deadly puppy-dog-eyed pout.
"Pweese?"
"OK...but look after it!"
Back in the hotel room, Josh lay on the bed in just sweatpants whilst Cody showered.
He heard the shower turn off and the sound of sprays.
Only Cody.
Josh got to his feet quickly and went to dim the lights. Always good when they had hotel rooms with dimmer switches to set the mood. He hopped back on the bed as Cody reappeared in some very sexy Andrew Christian briefs. Briefs, Josh hoped, not a jock. Those legs that just went on for days...his perfect hiplines, abs and pectorals glistened.
"Did you just spray cocoa butter on?" he asked, chuckling.
"Not just for the cameras," grinned Cody.
He padded over to the bed and lay right in front of Josh. He leaned forward to claim those lips.
"You're so jacked now," he breathed, "Every time I see your matches...your body just gets hotter...you don't even realise Joshy cos you always cover up in suits nowadays."
He pulled Josh on top of him and kissed him some more, enjoying Josh's moans. He loved how much his boyfriend loved kissing. His wandering hands slipped under the waistband of Josh's Fitch sweatpants and grabbed the pert, smooth bubble ass. Perfect bottom's booty in Cody's opinion. But really, Cody loved having something to grab when they fucked.
"Joshy...no foreplay," he mewed softly, "Just...need you..."
Josh just smiled at him and began to peel the skintight briefs away, Cody's large hardon springing free. Such a waste in Josh's opinion. Biggest power bottom Josh had ever known...and yet he packed serious heat. Josh tossed the briefs aside and gently began to stroke Cody between those perfect, feminine thighs, enjoying the high pitched whimpers.
"Joshyyy..."
Josh paused to remove his sweats so he too was as naked as his taller partner.
He resumed his position and allowed Cody to wrap those long legs around him, their cocks grinding together.
"Feels...so right...always...so right.." whimpered Cody, "Joshy...don't leave me ever again. Please. Please Joshy."
"You know I have to...NXT..."
"I won't let you.."
"Coddles..."
Josh silenced Cody with more kisses.
"Joshy...you dont need to prep me...I did so in the shower," mewed Cody, "Please..."
He was aching to feel his man inside him. To let him know that everything was OK and that he was forgiven for his actions this past week.
Josh reached over and took a pilllow, Cody lifting his ass almost instantly, allowing Josh to place it underneath for ultimate pleasure.
"We know each other so well," whispered the elder, smaller man.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
Cody unwrapped his legs from Josh's body and spread them, to grant him access.
Josh kneeled up and got in position, reaching for the lubricant he'd gotten out whislt Cody was showering and applied liberal amounts to himself. His part-time road life meant that six months down the line, their sex life was still extremely healthy. Past few months they'd been at it like dogs in heat, straight out of Queer As Folk. But now...this was more meaningful than that.
Josh leaned forward and entered Cody first time.
"Oww..." hissed Cody. Josh's girth always hurt him when they'd been apart for a little while.
Josh just kept pushing inside the warm heat deeper and deeper, enjoying the adorable little whimpers, mews and moans from Cody. Cody was always vocal. Whether it be screaming like a slutty twink or mewling in deep ecstasy...he was NEVER quiet.
"Oh Joshua..."
The more intense the pleasure...the more Cody always called out his partner by their full name. If he knew it that was.
When he'd slept with Dolph, he'd cried out 'Oh Nicholas' a couple of times. And the amount of times he'd cried 'Theodore' with Ted...
Josh slowly began to move now he'd found Cody's g-spot.
"Ohh...Ohhh! Ohh!"
Cody's eyes were closed, his pouty lips parted as feminine gasps left his throat from deep within.
"Ohh...oooh...Joshuaaa...Ohh..."
His muscular arms locked around Josh's neck.
Blue eyes looked into hazel ones.
"Love...you.."
"Love you too.."
Cody looked sinfully erotic beneath him...the sheen on his sculpted physique only serving to enhance his beauty that much more.
He was an angel underneath.
The real Cody.
The Cody that earned the cute nickname Coddles.
"Joshy...lips...kiss..."
Josh leaned down and slowly kissed those hungry soft lips.
"Don't stop Joshy...just...keep...loving me..oh...ohh...ohh yes...oh yeah...oohh..."
Josh always found it cute how Cody rarely swore when they had sex slow and sensual like this. He painted the walls blue if it was hard, sweaty and fast. But this was the soft side. THe loving side.
Josh had an idea. He could show off his strength and keep the mood.
He heaved Cody, all 215 pounds of him. Well Josh was sure it was 220 plus now...so he was sat upright and Cody was now sitting astride him, cuddling him. Close. Intimate.
Passionate.
Josh knew from his regular Skype calls with Mike that Mike loived this positon with Cesaro. And he and Cody had rarely used this due to their height differences.
Cody was whimpering louder and louder.
Why hadn't he used this before? Josh was hitting his spot perfectly. And he could cuddle his man close...he felt so loved...
"Oh...Joshua..."
"S'OK sweetie...I'm here."
"Want you...love you...mine...mine...forever..."
Brain and mouth were disconnected temporarily.
The heart was now hooked up.
Cody began to wriggle his cut hips to really get into this. His nails sunk into Josh's back.
"Owww..." hissed Josh.
Cody was scratching.
Josh knew he was satisfying Cody's every need when the ravenette started to scratch. C'mon Cody, rip chunks out..
"Oh yeah..." he groaned, "Fuck yeah..."
"Joshy...can't...take..."
"Yes you can sweetie.."
"You're...perfection...oooh...ohhh."
The pleasure was sizzling up his back as his prostate was being well and truly stimulated. Cody had never felt more close to his beloved New Jersey/Indiana boyfriend than he did right now. He was getting close. He scratched and scrabbled Josh's inked back, trying to not fall off. He couldn't deal with it.
It was too much.
He needed to release.
More.
More.
"J-J..."
"Don't...speak.."
Feminine squeaks were now sounding as Cody's ecstasy shot sky-high...he could feel his climax fast approaching. The pulling behind his abs. He was fast leaving the planet.
"Ohhhh...J-J..J-joshuaaaa.."
Suddenly he screamed at the top of his lungs and scratched Josh's back so hard blood seeped through the tanned, tattooed skin as slippery rope after slippery rope of his essence splattered between their bodies, his whole body alight.
"Owwwwww,...FUCK!" Josh gasped, attepting to hold Cody steady as he climaxed.
Fuck. This was it.
"C...Cody...gonna...too..."
"P-please...cum inside me..."
"Good cos I can't fuckin' stop myself.." Josh's native accent much heavier as he lost control loudly, crying out as he exploded inside Cody.
Both men held one another as their orgasms subsided and eventually they began to return to earth.
"That...was...intense," Josh whispered.
"YOu're...amazing..." Cody mewed, "Joshy...how can someone so small...make me feel so good?"
"Cos...I love you, and size doesnt matter," Josh murmured, pecking COdy on the lips.
"You're a big boy...how many times.." Cody said, "I think you've made me pregnant..."
"Not funny," Josh said as the faintest of cute grins lifted Cody's flushed face.
Cody attempted to lift himself off Josh, on total jelly legs and fell gawkily next to him. Josh pulled the covers up and over their bodies, not bothering to wipe Cody's gallons of essence off himself.
"Joshy..." Cody took a pillow and rubbed his cum off Josh.
"You need a dust sheet to wipe me down after you cum on me," smirked Josh.
"Can't help it," Cody said.
"Gusher," teased Josh.
"Joshy...if...imagine if guys could have babies," Cody said, "I would love to bear your child."
Sometimes he talked the most weird-ass shit after sex. Their pillow talk was never dull that was for sure.
"Imagine a son of ours," Josh grinned, "Probably be a short-ass with your looks and big dick."
"I already know what I'd call a kid of ours," Cody said, a big grin now on his pretty face, eyes sparkling with delight, "I'd love us to have a son. I'd call him Jody. After both of us."
"Awwww," Josh said, "That's cute and so not cheesy cos our names put together make another name."
"Exactly, shows we're meant to be," Cody said, "You couldn't put mine and Teddy's names together. We could go to Georgia...when our wrestling careers are over...adopt a boy...name him Jody...and lots of dogs..."
"Already planned it out," Josh grinned.
"I'm 30 in two years," Cody said, "Oh Joshy...imagine if we had our own boy...Jody Matthew Virgil Dustin Runnels."
"Wow..."
SHould Josh be scared that Cody had seemingly planned a whole future for them? They'd never talked about marriage or children. Yet Cody had already planned that bit...names and everything. Cody was awesome with kids though at signings and meet-and-greets, though. Maybe Josh shouldn't be scared. He couldn't picture being with anyone BUT Cody now. He was 33 years old. The age where many men had children and had settled down.
Cody was still mewling as his eyes flickered shut and sleep began to overtake his train of thoughts about future life in suburban utopia with a third-generation Rhodes-in-training...He wriggled around so Josh could spoon him from behind before both men succumbed to sleep.
Another week went by.
And the WWE train touched down in Brooklyn, New York for Monday Night Raw.
John Cena's lavish tourbus was pulling in and the Total Divas camera crews were getting ready to leave after filming some more segments with him and Nikki Bella. Once the large vehicle's huge diesel engine shut off with a low roaring hiss, the doors flew open and the cameras departed along with the Divas division's pint-sized Latina powerhouse herself.
"It's OK Randall, you can come out now," chortled John at the rumbling bassy protests from inside the guest bed of the bus as a ruffled-looking Randy Orton crawled out.
"Don't make me listen in again Johnny...I feel nauseous," complained Randy.
"It's for the cameras, fangs away," John said.
"LOOK AT THE STATE OF THE BUS!" snarled Randy. Immediately he began to stomp around the vehicle, picking up empty protein shake cartons, protein bar wrappers...discarded underwear...and to his disgust, Nikki's lingerie...
John just sat down, trying so hard not to laugh.
Oh Randy.
If only the fangirls could see him now.
"I spend two fucking hours making this fucking bus look immaculate so you can let your precious E camera crew on it and this is how you repay me...fucking knuckle-dragging farmyard animal..."
OK John was seriously about to lose his shit right here. Randy was so unintentionally hilarious when he went into a Viper rage...over mess. John thought HE could be OCD...not Randy on a bad day. John swore Randy had phantom periods once a month. He might have a beard, a bassy voice and a testosterone-mapped physique...but there was definite oestrogen running in that third-generation blood. Or maybe it was his Marines background coming back to haunt him?
"Notice how my bus is ALWAYS tidy?" complained Randy, now sporting a hideous pair of pink rubber gloves that clashed horrible with his inked arms and RKO tee, tossing the detritus (including Nikki's underwear) into a binbag, "Not everyone can afford ones like us...Bryan and Brie couldn't..."
John was still desperately trying hard not to laugh. He'd woven so much of Randy's neat-freakness into his Total Divas appearances (and Nikki knew that too) that he was surprised he wasn;'t being sued for plagiarism. The separate boxes for sports gear and clean clothes? Pure Randy. John had been given the silent treatment for 24 hours after THAT episode had aired.
"Nobody's going to be in here but us," he said.
"Exactly, I can't relax in a fucking pigsty Cena," snarled Randy, "Where's your merchandise tee and cap?! Have you washed them?! You know it's only MONDAY NIGHT RAW IN A FEW HOURS?!"
"I'll get fresh ones from costume," John said.
"THERE ARE KIDS WHO COME TO MAKE A WISH AND THE SHOWS WHO CAN'T AFFORD NEW CLOTHES OR YOUR SHIRTS AND YOU JUST TOSS THEM ASIDE LIKE THEY'RE YESTERDAY'S TRASH?!"
"Calm down Randall," John said. Seriously why wasn't he on Total Divas? He was the world's biggest diva. Did Alanna have to face the Ayatollah of Wrestling whenever she didnt put her toys away correctly? John very much doubted that.
"Don't tell me to calm down Cena or your balls..." Randy took an apple from the fruit bowl and sliced it brutally in a half with the biggest knife in the stand.
Oh how John wished the E! camera crew had stuck around to film this. It would be a ratings meltdown.
It was then that Randy spotted John's black tee and cap hung on an airer (creased and blatantly tossed on) now dry.
He let out a growl of irritation and picked them up, before finding the ironing board and setting it up with a loud series of clanking and clattering. John had to make his excuses before he fell about in hysterics.
"Bathroom.." he mumbled.
The face of the company practically sprinted to the bedroom before he fell onto the bed, laughing his head off. Oh Randy. He was too much sometimes.
Randy stormed into the bedroom.
"IT'S NOT FUCKING FUNNY!" he raged, "YOU'RE THIRTY-SIX YEARS OLD AND LIVE LIKE SOME FUCKING FRAT BRO AT COLLEGE! FUCKING GROW UP!"
"Chill out Randal...please?" John said, still struggling to stop laughing, "You'll do yourself an injury!"
Randy took a deep breath.
"I am going to iron your gear," he said through gritted teeth, "And then YOU, are going to hoover the whole fucking bus again before we head into that god-damn arena."
John just shot him the dimples.
"Not gonna work Cena," snarled Randy.
John removed his shirt.
"Neither is that."
But those icy eyes were raking John's hulking frame.
"Randall...baby...c'mon...chill," John said, getting in the taller man's space.
"Don't touch me you filthy pig."
Randy tore himself away and grabbed the Henry hoover, plugged it in forcefully and thrust it into the John's hand, switching it on.
"Your fucking bus, you fucking hoover it."
He grabbed the iron and filled it with water, rumbling angrily to himself about mess, before throwing John's tee, a fresh pair of jorts, clean socks and boxers that HE liked on John onto the ironing board.
John just did as he was told. Even though Randy was the one who cheated with Daniel, he just let the younger man take charge. It was true that serving your country in any capacity made a mini housewife out of any red-blooded man.
John could be OCD but he HATED hoovering. The red wine stains on the granite counter was his own OCD coming out. And the fridge. But everything else he'd taken from Randy. He took his time to hoover every surface of the tour bus (shirtless of course) and even arranged his bar bells in size order (Randy HATED them being unorganised).
"Tomorrow you can polish and dust the place," Randy said, folding all of John's clothes for Raw into a stupidly neat pile before switching the iron off.
John padded into the sleeping quarters and sat back on the bed, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. Mmmm...he loved watching himself screw Randy.
"MAKE THAT GOD DAMN BED!" roared Randy.
"Sure your tampon's not come out?" John teased.
Big Mistake. HUGE.
Randy came stomping in.
"Shut the fuck up Cena, you're not fucking funny," he snarled, "All I fucking do for you."
"Like sleep with goatfaces?" John couldnt stop himself.
WHAP!
Randy had slapped him HARD around the face.
"Bastard!" he seethed.
He grabbed a mug from the bedside table and threw it at John, the mug smashing. He was already eaten up with guilt for what happened with him and Daniel. John was still pissed at him and he was taking his guilt out on John by ordering him about like a schoolmistress.
"Jesus Randal will you calm down," John said, stand up and trying to hug the furious man.
"Still mad at you for the state of this fucking bus and HER sharing our bedroom mirror with the trashbag TV show," spat Randy, "That was supposed to be OUR thing and you let HER tell the world."
"Baby...it's got to look real," John said, "You know only I get to see who I really have sex with under that mirror."
He pecked Randy on the bristly lips.
Randy sighed and kissed back.
"We got how long?" asked John, grinning.
"ABout an hour," grunted Randy.
John pulled his angry man onto the bed and pinned him down, unbuckling the expensive designer belt and jeans and taking them down those amazing sculpted bronze legs.
Randy was definitely mad at him as rather than the sexy briefs he'd been sporting lately under those jeans, were more sober but still Calvin Klein black boxers.
John whipped them down, enjoying the moan escaping Randy's lips.
John relieved Randy's feet of his designer loafers, socks, along with the jeans and boxers so the younger yet taller man was naked apart from his RKO tee.
He saw Randy's impressive cock already harden at the exposure but rather than jerk him, John's hand went straight to Randy's ass, running it over his entrance.
Randy moaned loudly and opened his long legs some more.
"Johnnny..." he rumbled.
"Yeah?"
Randy rolled over onto all fours, looking up at the mirror, black clad top half, his tanned ass stuck out. Mmmm. He loved watchign John do him from behind.
Those muscles and his tan.
They were made for one another.
John went to get the lube. Operation distraction complete.
He removed his khaki shorts and boxers and knelt his vast, ripped frame behind the eager Randy, coating two fingers.
He slowly entered the tight entrance, enjoying the whining mewls and bassy, throaty groans as Randy accepted him, his long arms thrashing the bed beneath. John scissored gently, making sure not to unduly hurt his man before Raw.
"On your back Johnny," Randy said suddenly, rolling around and ripping his tee off.
Oh you minx.
John smirked and did so, looking up at the mirror.
Randy straddled the hulk, also shooting his naked reflection a smirk. This was SO fucking HOT.
He lowered his ass onto John's length, moaning immodestly.
"Ohhhhhh yeah..." he rumbled, "Johnny...I'm gonna...ride you till my fucking legs give up.."
"Go right 'head," John grunted, getting even more fucking turned on by the sight of Randy sat across his middle, those perfect legs either side.
John imagined a sex tape between them...he couldn't deny it would sell. And the world could see just how much Randy Orton loved cock in him.
But anyway.
Randy's ass was flush with John's skin. The elder man buried inside the tight heat.
Randy leaned back a little and his mouth fell open, a stifled scream bursting forth. Ohhhh...his spot was being hit PERFECT in this position.
His slim hips began to snap back and forth, his long fingers grabbing onto John's huge pectorals.
"Ohh yeah Johnny...fuck yeah...do me...yeah...fuck yes."
His piercing blue eyes were looking up at the mirror, watching himself ride John like it was his god-damn job to do so.
"Like that Orton, do ya? Like riding me like the ho you are?"
"Fuck yes Johnny...give it to me you fucking stud..."
John began to thrust his powerful thighs up and down, feeling the tip of his cock brush Randy's sweet spot and the loud mewls escaping the tanned hunk's mouth. Oh yes.
Daniel WHO?
Randy knew there was NO fucking subsitute for his partner of 13 years.
None at all.
Nobody could make him feel the way John did.
Bryan was a hot one night stand as something different.
But...fucking JOHN.
His Johnny.
He resisted the urge to fist his cock.
He';d never been able to cum without his hands in this position.
But...the sizzles shooting up his spine...his torse bent wantonly...his somewhat insubstantial ass stuck right out.
Working that perfect body.
He could do this all fucking night.
He grabbed John's phone and took a selfie, grinning naughtily.
"You little...!"
John snatched it from his hand.
"One...*moan* for your spank bank," moaned Randy.
"Bend over Orton. NOW!"
"Yes...Daddy..." smirked Randy.
Oh you...little...
John could not believe how after all these years Randy could still push all his buttons.
Randy climbed off him before immediately throwing himself face down, ass in the air.
"Wreck me," he rumbled.
John kneeled behind that wanton ass and entered hard before thrusting in and out MERCILESSLY. He was going to pound Randy until the viper fucking SQUEALED. And trust me, John could reduce the deep-voiced Randy to a squealing mess.
Randy grabbed the edge of the bed as John went to town on his ass, the pain...glorious pleausurable pain.
Skin smacking against skin.
Jolts of electrictiy shooting up Randy's lower back as his prostate got wrecked.
The bassy moans rose to mewls...then to full on yelling screams...
The veins in Randy's temples were throbbing as he vocalised the mindblowing pleasure raging through his veins.
John was making animalistic growls.
Spanking Randy hard eveyr few thrusts.
Randy was going to blow a huge load...
He couldn't stop it...please John keep it up...he wanted John to make him cum whilst fucking the living daylights out of him.
"J...John...Johnny...FUCK...J..."
He couldn't even SPEAK.
He just decided to fucking scream like a bitch instead. Who cares? Their fucking bus. or John's fucking bus rather.
He looked up at his sweaty, flushed form and John's powerful hulking body fucking him still mercilessly.
And then he screamed louder than ever, knuckles white, grabbing the bed for support as his orgasm tore through his 240 pound body, spraying the dark brown duvet with white streams.
John couldnt take it...as soon as he felt and saw Randy convulse and scream the place down...he let out a series of cusses and masculine, bullish bellows, driving hard into the bronzed body, coming ferociously inside him.
Both men were gasping.
John only just about managed to pull out before laying lext to his spent, broken man.
"Wow..." he gasped.
"Wow...is...fucking...correct..." panted Randy, rolling over and sloppily claiming John's lips, "You almost fucked me to death,.."
"You asked for it.." John said, just about managing to flash those dimples.
After a few minutes recovery, Randy clambered gawkily to his feet and took some tiny red Addicted briefs out his bag, slipping them over his bronze ass, deliberately wedging them between the cheeks.
"Quit that," John breathed, just about gaining enough energy to start redressing himself.
"Off the bed," Randy ordered.
He wasn't serious?
John got to his feet.
Randy began to make the bed.
Flipping the duvet over first, obviously.
"Really?"
"Shut up," snapped Randy.
John just let him do it. He padded into the living quarters and began to pack his ironed clothes into his sports bag. He'll shower at the arena. Randy would go nuclear if he put his ring stuff on over sweaty muscles.
He heard whistling and spraying sounds.
Randy re-appeared, already in trunks, pads, and boots.
Minx.
"What? It's two minutes away," he smirked, "Good...you didnt put your clean stuff on."
"But you..."
"I don't wear anything anyway so I'm OK," Randy smirked.
"No baby oil, remember," John reminded him.
"HARRUMPH."
And so began another Randy strop.
Catering was as usual the main hub for all the gossip and banter that came with road life.
Now Cody and Josh had well and truly made up, Cody was sat on the protesting smaller man's lap, pecking his lips and just being all adorable and super loved up.
"Coddles...people are looking.."
"Let them."
Nuzzle nuzzle.
"But...Total Divas...filming..."
"DOn't care Joshy."
More adorable nuzzling.
"Want to do a random cameo like Dean?" asked Josh.
THe small man remembered he needed to find Dean to thank him for well, pointing him in the direction that saved his relationship.
"Uh-uh."
Cody's phone buzzed.
Curious, he checked it, pulling out his lenseless glasses to do so like reading glasses - even putting them on the end of his nose.
"Ew!" he said once he read the message.
A picture message from Randy.
Randy...totally naked...COdy could see everything...and he was riding John. Oh what an alleycat.
"What is it?"
"Private."
"GImme."
"Randalyn is a filthy slut. But it's nothing you've not seen before."
He showed Josh.
"I can't get over what a power bottom he is," Josh said, blushing a little.
"Bet it was him who put the mirror on Cena's bus," COdy smirked.
"Being fucked under a mirror is hot," Josh said.
"Tell me about it," Cody agreed, "Or standing right by the room door in front of the full length mirror, watching you bend me over and rape my hole.."
"CODDLES!"
"Can we sit here or is it couples only?" came Curtis Axel's voice.
"HEY GURL HEY!"
Cody leapt off Josh's lap and suffocated the bearded man in a huge hug.
"I heard you and him split up," Curtis said.
"We did...I was an asshole...but...we..made it right," Cody said.
"WHat's that second ring?" asked Curtis, "Wait...you can't be...you're married!"
"Relax," Josh said, "It's the ring i usually wear on my thumb...but he's commandeered it when I'm not around."
"Awww," Curtis said.
"BIG gossip," Cody said, resuming his spot on Josh's lap, to more protests, "Look what Randalyn just sent me."
"Oh fuck...that's so hot...Cena's VEINS," Curtis moaned.
"Can't deny I got moist," smirked Cody.
"Bet he's really big too...and old flat ass can take every inch," Curtis said.
Josh wriggled. Maybe he was getting old but he didnt want to get involved in the X-rated conversation. He'll leave them to, as Ryback called it, 'girl chat.' Maybe he'd been a top for too long!
"Joshy..."
Oh no. Puppy dog eyes. Deadly pout.
"Coddles...preshow...stuff..."
"Or you're going to rub one out because Cody's got you a semi."
Curtis was as bad as Cody now!
"No...I..."
The small man wriggled free, ignoring the whimper from Cody.
He pecked Cody on the lips and padded away.
"You're such a sap," remarked Curtis, "So..when did you split up? Was it at Main Event when you and Layla had that big argument?"
"YEah, you were there!" Cody reminded him.
"Don't remember what I did this morning these days," Curtis said.
"Probably biting a pillow whilst Ryback smashes your back doors in," smirked Cody.
"That's so fucking gross!" Curtis said.
"Brit expression," grinned Cody, "Overheard Wade telling Drew about how he 'smashed Mike's back doors well and truly in' once. Been dying to use it since."
"Miz is no fun now he's all loved up with Cesaro," Curtis said, "Was kinda fun wondering who he'd had every time."
"Cesaro's hot, talented and a gentleman," Cody said, "But...hate me but I think he and Swagger looked so good together. Shame Swagger's a married dad."
"Marriage means nothing. You're married! For God's sake MIZ is married!" Curtis said.
"But that's different..theyre beards...no little kids involved," Cody said.
"Why Swagger," Curtis said curiously.
"Cos...I made Joshy watch Back To The Future on Saturday...can you BELIEVE HE'S NEVER SEEN IT?!"
"You've only just realised Jack is actually Biff Tannen?" teased Curtis, "People were saying that five years ago when he debuted!"
"Tell you what Curtis," COdy grinned, "I need some 1955 Marty/Biff slash in my life. I'd fuck Biff."
"You STILL read fanfiction?" Curtis laughed.
"I can't unsee Swaggs and Biff as one person now," Cody said, "I'm SO throwing a Halloween party and Swaggs had better be Biff or else."
"And you can be Link for the umpteenth year," smirked Curtis.
"What of it, bitch, last year you went as a Mario brother!" Cody hit back.
"Swerve," Curtis said, "Don't avoid the question. You're in a relationship. Why fanfiction?"
"Because it's hot..." Cody said, and then his pretty face went pink and he mumbled the next thing, "And I gave up my graphic novel...I'm writing some X-men stuff and Joshy doesn't know."
Curtis HOWLED with laughter.
"You're such a NERD!" he cried.
"Leave me alone," pouted Cody, "Don't tell Joshy.."
"DOn't tell Josh what?" came an unmistakeable bassy rumble and the pair of them looked up at a very mischeivously-grinning Randy who was waiting to see what they made of his little stunt.
"Guess what your ex stooge does in his spare time?" Curtis said.
"Reads and writes about superheroes having sex, yeah I knew that," shrugged Randy, "CHecked your inboxes?"
"Yeah. you're a trashbag," Cody said, pouting at their piss-taking, "And I can still smell the lube on you."
"Still THe Face Of WWE so quit it," smirked Randy, "You are coming to my birthday next week right?"
"Wait you're throwing a birthday party?" Cody said, raising his eyebrow.
"Yup," smirked Randy.
"Theme?"
"The 80s," Randy said, "Couldnt think of anything else."
"You better invite Swagger," Cody said.
"So he can be Biff, saw that one coming," drawled Randy.
"Yay...I can be Link," Cody said.
"Can't you be something more original?" Curtis put in.
"I could wear polka dots and be my Dad," Cody pouted.
"Whilst every other man is Miami Vice," Curtis snarked.
"What's Cena gonna be?" asked Cody.
"He hasn't said," Randy said, looking alarmingly coy and perching on the end of the table.
Raw had wrapped for the night and as the superstars locker room was collectively stuffing their bags to head onto the road. Randy was hanging around, intending to invite pretty much the whole roster. Well all except Ryder of course. That thirsty homewrecking irrelevant bitch could go whistle.
"Party next Tuesday after Main Event and Smackdown," he said to everyone, "My birthday. 80s theme."
"Wait, everyone's invited?" put in Jack Swagger, "I thought it was plastics and main eventers only?"
Cesaro thumped his tag partner's arm.
"Ah Swaggs, I've been told to invite you," smirked Randy.
Jack rolled his eyes. Every time anything regarding 80s fancy dress was concerned...he;d heard this joke countless times since his freaking debut.
"And you want me to dress up as Biff Tannen? Yeah yeah, whatever," he huffed.
Neither he or Cesaro noted the leer and lick of the lips that lit Mike's face at the mental thought of the six-foot-six Oklahoman in tight jeans and fitted checked button down. Mike couldn't help himself. But Claudio...but...Jakey...his hormones were going into overdrive. No. Back of your mind you horny bastard.
"So really, whole roster?" asked R-Truth.
"Yup," Randy said, "See, not such an asshole am I?"
"What about divas?" Drew McIntyre put in.
Randy sighed. Guess he should really.
He nodded.
"Sweet," Drew said, sharing a look with Sheamus. A look not gone un-noticed by Daniel Bryan who felt a stab of jealousy.
"I can't," Daniel said, "Brie and I are busy."
"You can't turn down a night out!" Curtis Axel said.
"Not cool Bryan," rumbled Ryback.
"Just because I don't want to sit in some trash club drinking cheapshit liquor and making an ass of myself!" snapped Daniel, "What you gonna do, ban me from sitting with you?! How about some of you grow the fuck up? You're not in college anymore, most of you are 30 plus!"
He stormed out of the room to find his fiancee.
A collective whispering broke out.
"What's with him?" Ryback asked at large.
Curtis shrugged.
Cody looked sad. Wasn't like his pretty bestie. He made his excuses and left the room.
"Oh, and all the SHield should show up," Randy said, catching Dean and Seth out who were making out in the corner of the room, "Oi. Knock it off, it's not a party at the moment!"
They flew apart, both turning crimson.
Roman spotted them and facepalmed. Horny fucking...
"Hey Rome, room with me," Jey Uso said, "Should get you away from those two alleycats, man!"
"Cheers," Roman said, "How you coping with Jon and Trin?"
"Jon's still a horny motherfucker," sighed Jey, "That stuff on the bus was not staged."
The muscle of the Shield followed his cousin out of the room as the roster filed out.
"Jesus Jonny," complained Seth, "Calm it down..."
"Can't help it Sethie, you're wearing that new cologne," smirked Dean.
"Do that again and I'm holding a saw to your head!" Seth huffed.
Dean just grinned manically.
"Oh yeah I forgot you like that," Seth said, "Use your fingers instead tonight."
That changed Dean's demeanour dramatically.
He pouted and huffed.
"Bastard."
Seth chuckled.
"Roman's already pissed at us," he said, "Wait till we're in the hotel!"
"I'm not wearing underwear," hissed Dean.
"SSH!" Seth was too aware of prying ears. Namely Epico and Primo AKA Los Matadores who shot them both disgusted looks.
"What's the matter?" Dean snarled, "Like we'd want to fuck either of your irrelevant asses!"
"Who's got family going into this year's hall of fame?" Epico snapped, "Faggot."
Dean's mouth became a thin line and he was about to lunge for Epico when Seth held him back.
"Let go Colby," he snarled.
"Don't..." Seth sighed.
Dean reluctantly relaxed a little and relegated to just shooting daggers at the Puerto Ricans' backs.
"Least I don;t need a dwarf in a bull costume or some dancing slut valet to try and fail to get over," he spat.
Seth sighed once more. Dean could be a real bitch when he wanted to be.
"I'll fucking kick your overrated ass Moxley!" snapped Epico, squaring up to Dean.
"Yeah, you and whose army?" Dean smirked.
"You and Rollins are disgusting...all the guys who get pushed are cocksucking fags," Epico snarled, Primo scowling in agreement, "You, RHodes, Cena, Orton, Bryan...even Darren fucking Young got a minipush for coming out. If Carlos wasn't in the hall of fame I'd fucking leave."
"Yeah, nobody would miss you," Dean said.
"Carlito knew what's up," Epico said, "If I'd have known WWE was fag central I'd have signed with TNA instead."
"Worked for Derrick Bateman," Mike put in, having overheard this whole exchange in the corridor.
"Get to fuck Miz, go back to slutting it about with half the roster," snarled Epico.
"Oh go and dress in your stupid stereotypical costume," Mike said, "Stay pressed that you have zero personality or that nobody cares about you or your stupid cousin."
"I'd get the hell out of here before your asses do get kicked," Seth said.
Epico realised he was beat and just shot them all nasty looks before storming away to his rental.
"Thanks Miz," Dean said.
"I know I'm not your calibre but Epico needed shutting up," Mike said.
"I would have kicked his ass but didnt want to get depushed," Dean said.
John was stood by his tour bus, signing a few autographs from some hanger-on fans, Randy already inside.
Once the fans had finally left, John turned to open the door.
"Hey...John..."
John looked up to see Zack Ryder.
He rolled his eyes but painted on his trademark dimples.
"Not now Zack," John said.
"So I take I don't get an invite to Randy's 34th night out, huh?" Zack said.
"Can you really blame him?"
"C'mon John...please? He invited fucking 3MB but not me?"
"Zack...leave it in the past."
"He's just jealous I was a better fuck than he was, and he fucking knows it," sneered Zack, "I'll make it worth your while if you invite me."
"I don't want you," John said.
"Typical fucking Cena, huh, acts like he cares about the young guys when he only cares about his own fucking spot! Gabe Toft was totally right about you. So was Doane."
"How about you take a walk," John said, folding his huge arms, "I have power. Look at Riley's derailed career after he took a shot at me."
"You would as well wouldn't you?" Zack spat, "I fucking hate you Cena. So do the fans."
The door of the bus flew open and a furious Randy appeared.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT DOING HERE?!" he roared.
"Ryder was just going," John said.
"Oh but you promised me...Johnny..." Zack said, an evil smile lighting his face as he stroked John's thick short-clad leg.
John slapped his hand away.
Randy was INCENSED. It was taking every last bit of self control to stop him lamping that slut out.
Zack then turned, and to John's complete incredulity, lowered his track pants to expose his bare ass.
"You wish you could have this Orton, pancake ass," Zack said, and to Randy's fury and digust, and to John's horror, began to rub his bare butt sluttishly against John's crotch, moaning like a cheap and nasty whore.
"Oh yeah...I miss how you used to pull my hair and spank me," moaned Zack.
"You better quit that shit before I call security," John said, throwing a huge arm across the bus doorway to try and hold back an apoplectic-with-rage Randy.
"SO much better than Randy, you used to say when you destroyed me," Zack went on, knowing full well the effect he was having on Randy. When your career dipped as hard as Zack's, anything to get back at the maineventers was the only fun you could get.
John quickly backed onto the bus, shutting the door.
"Drive," he ordered the driver.
The engine started.
John padded inside as Randy began to kick the walls, growling and cusssing his head off.
"FUCKING...FUCKING...SLUT! LEAVE US ALONE!"
"Randal calm down, please!"
"HE JUST CAN'T TAKE NO...FUCKING...YOU WANT TO FUCK HIM! HE'S YOUNGER AND PRETTIER THAN ME!" roared Randy.
"Please...for the love of God..stop that."
John was really not in the mood for another viper fury.
"Why don;t you kick me off and bring him back on huh?! I wouldn't have stopped you Cena!"
"Because...I don't want him...he makes me nauseous. He's a classless, desperate whore," John said.
Randy stopped dead.
He hadn't actually really expected John to totally disown what he had with Zack like that. Normally he just let Randy shade Zack and discreetly agree as he was the good guy like that.
"Baby...was before the show not proof enough?" John said, kissing Randy, trying to stem his rage.
Randy felt the anger subside as his man kissed him, melting into the huge man's embrace.
"Sorry," he mumbled,"I know...you can say it...Alanna would be horrified."
"She would that her daddy threw a big tantrum," John said, "Maybe I'll tell her."
"No...don't..."
John flashed the dimples.
"I should...'hey Al, guess what your daddy did. He had a big screaming tantrum and uncle Johnny had to put him on the naughty step'."
Randy finally smiled.
"You could put me on the naughty step AKA your dick. Un lubed."
"Randal Keith Orton!"
Randy just shot that trademark naughty smile.
Outside, Zack was making his way to his rental car.
He was so fucking horny and frustrated.
Since Cena dumped him almost a year ago he'd not bothered finding another fuckbuddy on the roster.
How do you back to milk after tasting cream?
Sure Curt Hawkins had told him numerous times to just get the hell over his fling with John.
But...Zack couldn't.
His phone was still full of all the naughty photos John had sent...and secret photos of John fucking him up the ass that he'd taken and not told him.
It was such great sex.
John was the only man to ever make Zack cum.
Not that Zack had been with many others. Or so he'd told Alex Riley that time back in 2012.
Zack had tried. Tried so hard. No strings fucks on Grindr on the road. But it only temporarily scratched that itch. And he HATED Randy Orton. Seriously hated that bitch. He was willing to bet money that Randy had somehow got the higher ups to halt his push and send him back to jobber hell.
Which of course was true.
But Zack didn't know that really.
He pulled his track pants down and opened his phone up, finding what he felt was the best photo...he was on all fours, ass up, and John was fucking him hard.
Both their faces visible.
He began to fist his cock furiously.
Oh yes.
Oh John.
Fuck yes big man.
Fuck him.
He could even smell the sweat and feel those hotel bedsheets again.
The sound of hard muscled skin slapping.
John's masculine grunts.
Zack remembered screaming John's name over and over again.
Fuck..
He cried out and convusled, shooting his release all over his t-shirt.
He had to feel that just one more time.
He was going to show up to Randy's precious birthday whether the Slim Jim with a face liked it or not.
OOoooooh 'eck!
Just gets worse for the golden couple doesn't it? You have to feel sorry for Zack though...look how over he was back in 2011-12...
Daniel's deciding to give in to his conscience and Sheamus is keeping his distance from Johnny, Randal and his now ex for the time being. Best for him, he does deserve better.
Sorry the Shield part was so short but sets up more mini dramas for Dean and Sethie.
And Mizzy has realised he still burns a small flame for Swagger. Let's see how Cesaro copes with jealousy...
Josh and Cody have gotten over their squabble. Whether Layla will forgive him is another matter. It was extremely Jody-heavy but to be fair, they've barely featured for the past couple of chapters and with multi-couple fics, each chapter is different. It's like revolving doors, which is a style I love writing as it keeps things interesting. In my opinion anyway.
Happy Birthday to Randal for yesterday and we'll kick off with his birthday do next chapter! Might try and get it up before Mania as I have an extra night off this weekend (sadly not Mania day : (). If not, see you after Mania 30!
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