When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

When the cameras go off, a whole new set of stories and dramas unfold. Unofficial sequel to Champs' Choice and Joshing For Position. Set in the same universe as most recent 1 shots. Following the lives of main roster (and NXT) couples and what mischeif they get up to backstage. Multi pairings, mostly slash; featuring Centon, Ambrollins, Samdrian and many, many more.

9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Here we are again! Glad y'all loved the drama of the last chapter...slutty!Randy, psycho!Zack, and the biggest question...did SHeamus get himself some?

All I'll say is this...one hurdle when pairing two alpha males...you know what I mean ;) But hey, it worked for Centon (and I love bottom!Randy too much).

Sorry it's late. Whenever it's PPV time I always take a break until the Raw following the PPV in case anything happens that I can work in. Like Sheamus and Wade now being champs ;)

THis is a serious smutfest. But I hope you'll like it...!

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The Superstars were all back in the States after a successful (if sexually frustrating for many) trip to Saudi Arabia. And it was time for Monday Night Raw once more.

John Cena's tour bus was one of the first vehicles to arrive.

"It's OK Randall," he was saying, "I know it was frustrating but we have to respect the customs of other cultures."

Randy shrugged. He'd acted like it was a pain having to hold out for John but the truth was, he was so eaten up with guilt over cheating on John that he'd welcomed an excuse to not have sex with him in a conservative, Muslim land.

"What's with you, we've managed a whole week without you throwing smashable objects at my head?" John teased, flashing those dimples.

"Not funny Johnny."

"C'mon, I'm edging one year closer to 40 this week, let me have some fun," John grinned.

"We should hit the gym."

"Or," John said, turning back and heading towards Randy, climbing onto him, his huge, powerful, khaki short-clad thighs pinning that lean torso down, "I could give you a workout."

His voice dropped to a low, manly, rasp. He pecked Randy on the lips.

"Not in the mood," Randy said.

"You? Likely story. Playing hard to get," John said, rubbing inside Randy's jean covered thigh, "Come on, let's have a preshow fuck."

"I'm not a fucking sex doll!" snarled Randy, moaning a little at the touch anyway.

"The way you whore your body out in photos and now you tell me?" John said, grinning.

SMACK!

Big mistake.

Randy slapped him round the face.

"I'M NOT A WHORE!"

He shoved John hard off of him, picked his sports bag up and stormed off the bus in a rage. He stomped into the arena, snarling at Security to let him in. It wasn't John's fault. But it was too close to home. He was a whore. A slut. A skank. He dropped his pants for Batista after only a few beers ina fucking hotel bar restroom! And Dave had been sending lewd messages which he'd had to delete instantly.

He needed to be alone.

John;'s fucking birthday week too. He couldn't fuck up his man's birthday. But he knew Dave would. Dave was an ass. When he wanted a piece of ass or pussy, he wanted it and didnt care how he did so. He was a fucking womaniser. DIdn't give a fuck about feelings. One thing Randy took away about sex with Dave was that it felt like a transaction. Dave just basically held him in place and used him as a fleshlight until he shot his wad. Didn't care how it was for Randy.

Wow Randy was a huge softie really. John had been the first guy in ages who pleased him too rather than just get his own rocks off. Before John, Randy had just been having one night stand after one night stand. Kinda like Cody pre-Ted really. He stomped into the locker room and began to change into workout clothes.

The door opened and Randy froze, thinking it was John.

"Well hey there sexy ass," came a lascivious growl.

OH fuck no.

"What do you want, Dave?!" snarled Randy.

"You," Batista growled, licking his lips and sauntering over to Randy who currently had just his workout shorts on.

"One fucking night Dave and it was a fucking mistake!" spat Randy.

"Really?" Dave sneered, "You dropped your pants within five seconds. You're a slut."

"Get the fuck away from me or I;m knocking your veneers down your fucking throat," snarled Randy, "I'm not some dumbass fucking skank like Kelly or Melina. You can't order me about!"

"You were even easier than Barbie," Dave said, now right in Randy's personal space, his cologne assualting Randy's nostrils, "I didn't realise the great Randy Orton was such a whore...with a sweet tight ass...get em off."

"FUCK YOU!" yelled Randy, now nose to nose with him.

Dave just leered before clamping his bristled lips upon Randy's, his hand shooting up the leg of Randy's shorts, his callused fingers expertly nipping under Randy's briefs to stroke his balls and his perineal area. Randy was furiously fighting the older, big man off but Dave was still pretty fucking strong.

And the contact made him whine pathetically. Fucks' sake! He was so fucking easy! Why did Dave HAVE to know where to touch him?

"Drop them," growled Dave.

Randy knew he was cornered.

"NO!" he spat.

"Wouldn't it be such a pity if John boy found out on his birthday just what a whore he was dating, huh?" Dave rasped.

"You fucking wouldn't?"

"Why not? Guy's got a right to know," Dave sneered, "Wonder what old Cowboy Bob would say if he knew his son opened his legs for anything with a dick?"

"FUCK YOU!" bellowed Randy.

Dave just shook his head, smirking, and then pushed Randy backwards, the Missouri native uncharacteristically clumsily stumbling and falling onto the ugly ochre tiled floor. Randy was powerless and he knew it. He might be Randy freaking Orton but right now Dave BAtista held the power. He could tell John everything. And he had the texts Randy sent before they did the deed.

And Cody sort of knew too as Randy had asked him about the time he and Dave had hooked up six years previously.

Randy had no choice but to put out.

He peeled his workout shorts off.

Dave licked his lips. Wasn;t he a lucky man? Randy's amazing, sculpted body beneath him, clad in the two-sizes-too-small briefs that just about contained his dick, showing off those ridiculously hot thighs.

"Roll over, let Daddy see your sweet boy ass," he barked.

"I'm fucking 34 you ass hole," Randy spat.

But he did so anyway...ass up, face down. The briefs clung to EVERY curve of his ass. Dave was hard. And so fucking ready to pound that once again. Randy was too easy. Too fucking easy.

"Take them off."

"No."

"Take your panties off."

"I am not fucking Slutty Kelly!"

"No you're even easier than she was."

"FUCK YOU!"

"You can mouth off all you like but all it takes is one picture message to beloved Cena. Now. Take your fucking briefs off."

Randy began to peel them off. This was taking him right back to the Marines. He'd been dominated and ordered about a lot there. Dave lowered his skinny jeans and boxers, kneeling down. He spat on Randy's hole.

Randy was humiliated. Utterly humiliated. And he couldn't tell anyone. Cos they'd laugh. Call him a pussy. Call him less of a man. All he wanted right now was John. John. Help him. But this was a hell of his own making. And he was about to be fucked like a common hustler on the faded hard floor of some arena locker room by his fucking stable mate.

He could feel Dave's cock touching his entrance.

"OWW! FUCK!"

Dave had entered him virtually dry.

"What's the matter Orton? Scared of a little pain, huh? You did a hardcore match with Foley, remember? BArbed wire? Thumbtacks?"

Randy would take a 60 minute match with Foley and a ring with rusty barbed wire on the ropes than fuck Dave again. But Dave's dick was in his ass.

"OHhh FUCK...!"

Damn you Dave. WHy did you have to hit his prostate so good?

"Yeah...that's my boy...that's my fucking slut...this could be the start of somethin fuckin; beautiful," snarled Dave, enjoying the tight heat crushing his cock, raising his hand and spanking Randy hard.

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A few more cars were arriving at the arena.

A small Chevrolet rental parked up, with three women and a small man inside.

"Thanks for the ride Emma," Josh Mathews said.

"Only because I wanted updates on NXT," Paige said from the front passenger seat. She was a bit miffed that at the start of her title reign, Summer was out filming the Marine IV with Mike (who'd very reluctantly left Cesaro...after that night, Mike only had eyes for the Swiss once more. Even after a drink or two.)

"People will talk, you sharing with three girls," Emma teased.

"He's used to it," Layla, the third woman in the car said.

"Lay..." Josh said, spotting the shade.

"Yeah. After all he's dating Cody," PAige grinned.

"Shut your face Saraya," Josh said.

"I do NOT need this attitude from you!" Paige said in mock shock, "Honestly, you and Joel get shagged and think you own the place."

"Are you their mother?" teased Emma.

"Yes I am. What of it?" Paige giggled.

"You should have shown up with Fandango, Lay," Josh said.

"He's not back from Missisippi yet," Layla said.

"What's he doing there?" asked Emma, "I thought you and him actually were...y'know."

"Oh no," Paige said, "Layla's a Sapphic kinda girl."

Layla went pink in the face.

"One time," she said, "One girl doesnt brand you a tennis player you know."

She shot PAige a look. The Divas Champion shifted a little and decided she'd best keep her gob shut on that one. Layla was still a veteran here even though Paige had more overall ring experience than her.

"I'm gonna grab a drink," Emma said, "Suppose you pommie gals wanna get a cup of char and a wad and talk about the Queen?"

"Who even does that?" Paige said, "Speak English woman."

"Because she's foreign and thinks we all talk like that," Layla said, "You watch I don't bombshell you onto the pavement."

Emma just tossed her hair, giggled and headed inside.

"Suppose I better leave you two to talk about NXT," Layla said, "Also, I know faceache will show up soon with his stuck up slag of a wife and I really cannot deal with her right now."

"Lay.." Josh hated that she and Cody were still at major loggerheads.

"When he apologises to me for being a nasty bitch, then we'll talk," she said obstinately and also headed inside.

Josh sighed.

"Women!" he huffed, "Oh...sorry..present company excluded."

"You calling me a man Joshua?"

"No...I mean...why can't Lay and Coddles get on?"

Paige shrugged.

"So what's new in NXT pussycat?" she grinned, "How's Whorey Corey coping?"

"His latest target is Big Cass," Josh said, "I know he and Jesse should just break up but he thinks Jesse won't leave him for anyone. I asked him why is he cheating on Jesse and he just went 'He allows me because I stayed in the closet for so long'?"

"Really?" Paige raised her eyebrows.

"Some gays are like that," Josh shrugged, "Relationships like 7-11. Open 24 hours."

"So who's Corey had...I mean...before Oliver got some of Mr White's meat?" Paige asked.

"Mason Ryan, Mojo...Danny Burch."

"No? Mojo actually went there?" Paige said, "I thought he had better taste."

"I know he's a whore but Corey is hot," Josh said, "Not my type but you can see why people would want him. Oh and that doesn't count a FedEx guy...do you remember that time he got all flustered when we had a delivery?"

"Oh God..."

"Well that guy delivered again to Full Sail, and this time, Corey had him. Threatened to break my legs if I told Jesse. Doesn't scare me. Knowledge is power."

"Ugh. I think I've heard enough," Paige said, "Jesse's a clever one. JoJo acting as his beard. And he's got cute little Oliver. Who by the way...the hair..no."

"So glad you agree with me on Oli's long hair...but its his life," Josh said, "Oh. I have news on Aiden and Baron."

"Have they FINALLY...?"

"Yes."

Paige squealed like a cheerleader and clapped her hands.

"See all the good stuff happens when I'm away!" she complained, "I need to come down and bother them."

"Aiden told me everything. And now they've finally done it.,...they can't stop."

"Who can't stop?"

Cody had arrived while they were talking, flanked with a pissed-off looking Eden.

"Oh hey Coddles," Josh said, playing it cool in front of the women, well mainly because it was Cody's wife and kissing Cody would be bad form.

"C'mon Cody," Eden said, pointedly, "We;ve got to go and make a vlog."

"Can't it wait?" asked Cody.

"Fine," huffed Eden, "Five minutes."

She pushed her designer shades up her pretty face and headed inside. Josh noted she was clutching a bunch of flowers.

"Not wedded bliss?" Paige said, half teasingly.

Cody huffed and pulled a packet of cigarettes from his jeans, lighting one. As soon as his wife was safely inside, he whimpered adorably.

"Joshy..."

"It's OK, she's gone," Josh said, and leaned up to peck him. Paige just 'awwwwed'.

"You're way too girly for an AntiDiva," Josh remarked.

"You two are too fucking cute," she remarked, "I only watch the JBL and Cole show for him. Especially loved him mincing about with that umbrella in a suit that clung to his arse."

"Oli's right, you are filthy. Pure filth," Josh said.

"That's the thing about knowing so many hot gay men, I can look all I want," she teased, "Suppose you want to get rid of me and all do you?"

"If you don't mind before Brandi gets back," Josh said, "Buy you lunch?"

"Suppose I can do that," teased Paige, picking up her title and it glittered in the sunshine, "Enjoy, lovebirds."

She tossed her long raven locks behind her ivory skinned head and sashayed inside, the sun reflecting off her black and white striped top.

Cody whimpered and kissed Josh once more.

"I missed you," he said.

"I know but you knew what the deal was," Josh said, "You have to act like a married man."

"But that should be your home too," Cody said, "And Pharoah was sniffing your suit and whining, He misses you."

"Coddles...no...don't..."

"Should have seen his big brown eyes...where's my other daddy?"

"Coddles quit it."

Cody puffed on his cig and unbuckled his rucksack from around his front, taking the heavy bag off, pulling it open. Inside were his spare trunks, a water bottle, some protein bars and of course, a comic or two.

"Why do you still take comics with you when you have your precious iPad?" Josh remarked.

"Planes don't all have wifi Joshy," Cody admonished him. He reached deep into the bag and pulled out his infamous Off-Duty glasses, putting them on. He looked too cute with those. Josh wished Cody really did need glasses, they suited his face so well. Josh wore his glasses all the time now because Cody said he adored Josh in them. Josh only took them off to wrestle now. Cody did up his backpack and stood up, whimpering once more for another kiss.

Josh pecked him.

"Joshy...it's murder," he sighed, "I really thought things would work out all good...she really isn't cool with it. She now thinks I'm using her."

"Well you kinda are..."

"Hey! If anything she's using me...she's got my money...my house...my name...I even got her job back."

"Coddles cut her some slack...she's making surprisingly good progress in the ring too." Weirdly, at NXT when Cody wasn't around, Eden/Brandi was much nicer to Josh. It was only when they were together that she turned ice queen on him.

"Don't wanna talk about her," Cody said, nuzzling, "Joshy...I really miss you. Especially in bed."

"Well we get your house to ourselves this weekend," Josh said.

"Don't want to wait that long," Cody whimpered, "Joshy, we haven't had sex in two weeks."

"Schedules been crazy...you went to Saudi...I;ve been working NXT house shows and tapings...it's what happens baby."

"We're alone aren't we?"

"Yeah but Coddles..."

Cody sank to his knees.

"What are you?! Jesus Coddles if Brandi sees...!"

"She can get jealous if she wants."

Cody threw his cigarette end aside and unzipped Josh's jeans needily, pulling them down those toned, smooth thighs. He pecked all the way up the smooth skin before yanking Josh's Aussiebum briefs down. Josh gasped and moaned. This was SO freaking naughty. Anyone could see.

He moaned even more when Cody's tongue licked up his shaft.

"C'mon Joshy..." whimpered COdy, "You must be DYING to just let some steam off..."

His blue eyes peeped up through the glasses mischeivously, locking with Josh's as his pouty lips took Josh's length all the way in. Oh GOD...he was fucking deepthroating and everything...Cody kneaded Josh's toned, bubble ass as he got to work, moaning softly as he went. Mmmm. He missed his man so much. And the fact Josh must be as frustrated as he was turned him on even more. If they weren't about to go into freaking Monday Night Raw Cody would beg for Josh to cum all over his face. But he'll make do with it down his throat.

Josh was moaning and mewling...fucking Cody's eager face. Cody was so stupidly good at head. Cody had been told he was the best head many of his men had ever received. Josh wasn't gonna last. He'd been holding off from jerking himself whilst Cody was in Saudi and he was stuck in Florida. So he was suffering rampant frustration too. He could feel his abs pulling...Cody was not letting up...his breath control and lack of gag reflex never failed to amaze Josh...

"Coddles...Cody...fuck...I'm gonna cum...oh fuck...fuck..."

"Mmmm...mmmm..."

Cody hummed.

Oh for fuck';s sake...

Josh moaned loudly.

He was so fucking close.

Cody released his mouth naughtily, grabbing Josh's dick.

"WHAT ARE YOU..?"

"Edging you," smirked Cody, "Bigger the load."

"You're fucking..."

"Good, arent I?"

"I'll kill you."

"No you won't when I make you cum."

Cody resumed sucking, once more looking up at Josh, his delicate fingers caressing Josh;s balls to really please him.

The moans leaving the smaller, elder man's mouth were increasing in volume. Oh fuck. Josh was going to explode. Fucking explode.

"Ohhh...fuck...COdy...I'm fucking...oh FUCK!"

Josh threw his head back and cried out as he finally was sent over the edge...his release burning on its way out, Cody eagerly swallowing the sweet warmth filling his mouth. Mmm...he always tasted so good...he held his man steady as he finished climaxing.

COdy was so fucking hard himself. But he was happy to wait. Main thing is, he'd sated his man.

He got to his feet.

Josh was a mess.

He reached for something to grab.

He managed to just clutch a metal railing with peeling black paint by some concrete steps.

He sat on the concrete, cool yet warm against his bare ass.

"Feel better now Joshy?" grinned Cody, pleased with his handiwork.

"Jesus Coddles, how are you so fucking good at that?" gasped Josh.

"Natural skill," Cody said, sitting next to his beloved man and pecking his lips. Josh tasting himself.

"I'm sorry things have gotten so complicated," Josh murmured, "Soon as we finally get together, our situations have changed so much."

Cody nodded sadly.

His eyes raking Josh's bare thighs, softening dick..

He reached into Josh's jacket pocket, 'accidentally' stroking the soft thighs. The ones that felt so good against Cody's ass cheeks...he pulled Josh's cigarettes out and even lit one for him before cheekily pinching one for himself and doing the same.

"Coddles..." Josh shook his head before standing up to make himself more dignified and presentable.

"Stay like that Joshy, I don't mind," grinned Cody.

"I do," Josh said, pulling his briefs up along with his jeans and re fastening.

Cody pouted.

"Joshy...I've double booked a room," he said, grinning again, "I'll tell Brandi after Raw that Dustin wants to go through stuff..."

He slipped a room key into Josh's pocket, again 'accidentally' groping.

"Coddles, I'm 33 you're 28, why are we sneaking about like kids?" he asked.

"Because my wife slash beard who i thought was cool with me and my boyfriend now seems to hate on us so we have to do it behind her fucking back," spat Cody, "And I miss you Joshy. I want us to spent the night together...feels like a hundred fucking years since we did so...my fingers are starting to ache."

"Coddles that was getting cute until you said that," sighed Josh shaking his head. But it wouldn't be Cody without the dash of seedy vulgarity in everything.

Cody grinned naughtily and puffed on his cigarette before looking over at the arena, expecting to see Eden annoyedly coming out to find him. But another figure caught his eye. Randy. Smoking and pacing, looking pretty agitated.

"Randalyn doesnt look happy," he remarked.

"Hmm?" Josh looked up in the direction Cody was, "Mm. Yeah. Guess he doesn't."

"Imma go talk to him."

"Coddles no...leave it..."

But Cody had already got to his feet and was padding over to Randy.

"Penny for them Randalyn?" he trilled.

Randy jumped and almost dropped his cigarette. Now Cody was really intrigued. Randy Orton was never jumpy.

"Oh...its you," Randy mumbled, "And quit calling me fucking Randalyn."

"Time of the month?"

"I'm WARNING you..." snarled Randy.

"Why you so uptight?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm only asking. Thought you looked pissed off about something." Cody adjusted his glasses and tried to look cute so he'd get his former mentor to spill.

Randy sighed.

But then he spotted Josh sat in the distance.

"Relax, he can't hear," Cody said, "Cena's birthday surprise not going well?"

Randy laughed humourlessly.

"If only," he said. May as well tell Cody. EVen if that was suicide.

"Oh no...you...didn't?" Cody had twigged it in a matter of minutes. Why else did Randy ask him to dish the dirt on his fling with Batista from 2008?

Randy was cornered and for once in his life, he looked really ashamed of himself.

He nodded.

"Oh jesus...should have guessed when you asked me the deets on big Dave's bed game," Cody said, "So you're cheating on Cena, huh?"

"Don't fucking judge me when a few weeks ago you were trying to get with Ziggler!" spat Randy, "Yeah. So what. I'm fucking Randy Orton. I can fuck who I want, when I want cos everyone wants me!"

"Really?" Cody raised his eyebrows.

"No," Randy sighed, kicking the wall HARD and cursing loudly at the pain in his foot, "I've fucked up...I got pissed at John cos I thought he was sexting Ryder behind my back and then got drunk...banged Dave in the restrooms."

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Cody just shook his head. He didn't want to believe that Randy really was a slut because pre-finding out about Atlanta 2010, he still used to look up to the Missouri native; "Worth it was it?"

"No..." Randy said sadly, "And Dave knows he's got me over a barrel."

"Literally," Cody snarked, "Dave only likes to hit it from behind."

"Yes I know," Randy said, blushing, "A bathroom stall and the locker room floor...I'm fucking disgusting aren't I? Johnny deserves Ryder...least he wouldnt cheat on him twice in four months."

"What's all this about Ryder you keep bringing up?" asked Cody, "I know they used to bang, but..."

Randy sighed.

"Fucking Ryder is thirsting for John...and your man told me..."

"What?"

"That Gabriel and Ryder are bitter so theyre trying to end my career by fucking with my life."

"And you're gonna let those two irrelevant hacks win? You're Randy fucking Orton! You shouldn't have time for Sunday Night Heat jobbers! What next? You gonna let Pat Patterson's boy toy...ooops I mean JTG start up shit with you?"

"NO!"

"So...was it better sex than Cena?"

"Nope. He's fucking rough ass and only cares about getting himself off. I have to jerk it."

"So why are you even bothering?"

"Cos he said if I don't, he'll tell John."

"Asshole. He's really not that good in bed. I was on so much amyl when he pounded me so I thought it was the best fuck ever back then. Teddy blew him out the water."

"So I keep asking...why a short ass like Josh?"

"Told you already," COdy said curtly, "Stop changing the subject. Least you're getting laid."

"Whatever," scoffed Randy, "You've got the hungriest ass this side of Kelly Kelly's vagina."

"I wouldn't throw shade Randalyn," Cody said, "You're no better than her. And Dave dipped it in her before you."

"Thanks a fucking bunch," growled Randy, "Get the fuck away from me before I mess your pretty boy face up for fucking good."

"Face up to the truth," Cody said, undeterred, "Break it off with Dave."

He turned and padded back over to Josh.

"What';s up with Randy, looks like you pissed him off again," Josh said.

"He's fucking stupid," Cody said, "Don't wanna talk about it. But I do have gossip. Zack Ryder's serving Fatal Attraction teas big time."

"Oh what? You mean going after John?"

"Duh. Joshy..."

"What now?"

Cody sat astride Josh's lap, the smaller man complaining at the undesired heaviness.

"Can we sneak off somewhere?" asked Cody, his breathing heavy. It was no good. He was still very horny.

"Coddles. No. Raw. And plus you gave me such fucking good head just now I'm not sure I have the energy."

"I want it raw," smirked Cody, "Raw...and nasty. Might score some poppers. I'm so fucking hungry."

"Go get a sandwich."

Sound of fingers snapping broke their conversation and the pair looked up like caught canoodling schoolkids into the disapproving glare of Eden.

"I just called you," she said stiffly, "Vlog. Now."

"Why don't you give it a break?" asked Cody, "You didn't need to sell our marriage to the company...you do enough on Twitter to convince people."

"Brie and Bryan will appear on TV as a married couple," Eden countered.

"Sheamus will be thrilled," Cody muttered.

"Anyone could see you grinding him like a hood rat!" Eden spat, "You're still my husband Cody. Vlog. NOW!"

Cody huffed like a child and climbed off of Josh, following his wife into the building. Josh tolerated this for the most part...it was the price of waiting too long to be with the man hed loved since he was twenty-six. And the reason Cody maintained this charade was to 'protect' them.

Five minutes later his phone buzzed.

Cody had sent a photo of himself in the bathroom, ass out and a naughty Miley Cyrus-esque tongue expression on his face, with an accompanying text reading 'Until after Raw. Feast on this all fucking night : P'

---

Most of the roster were at the arena now, and in catering, two large men were sat together, chuckling as they discussed the current Premier League standings from Britain. Sheamus and Wade had become very close this past week. And despite both men dropping heavy, heavy hints about wanting the other, nothing had happened.

They'd been a bit touchy feely but being blokey blokes, they were too proud to each make a move. Sheamus had been lusting so badly after Wade though. And watched him change all week. He had a nice smooth arse. Sheamus was pretty sure he was definitely in there. Just needed to grow bigger balls and make a frigging move.

"How you coping with the return of the ex?" asked Wade.

"Gonna avoid him," SHeamus said, "Heard what happened and think I'm the last person he'll want to see."

"That is awful, I';m not going to dispute that," Wade said, "Once his stuff's over he might go early anyway."

"Been bloody good rooming with you this week matey," SHeamus said, "Makes a change from Drew chasing ring rats and going on about how much fanny he smashed."

"I haven't had a shag in months," Wade said boldly.

"Liar," smirked Sheamus.

"OK, but Miz has been bonking Swagger and now just Cesaro so often I kinda forgot I had a thing," Wade shrugged, "Oh and Justin tried it on the other day. Told him to fuck off."

"Good man," grinned Sheamus. He shuffled closer, and flashed his cheeky smile once more. Now or never.

He squeezed Wade's knee.

"What the bloody hell?" gasped Wade, though he enjoyed it immensely. It was more a case of people seeing and giving them hell.

"Prude much?"

"Not what I meant you pillock. I'm going for a slash."

Wade stood up, his jeans bulging. He had a boner to get rid of.

Sheamus stared hungrily.

"Me too," he said, getting to his feet.

Wade shuffled out of Catering, Sheamus following.

The two men walked down the corridor, and Sheamus was going over it in his head.

Man up! He told himself. Do it!

Sheamus checked nobody was about and then pounced, shoving Wade against the wall.

"What the fuck!" Wade was taller than Sheamus but the Irishman was beefier.

Sheamus grabbed Wade's bearded face and pressed his lips to the Englishman's. Wade devoured them right back, grunting needily.

"About fucking time!" snarled Wade, "Fucks sake, how slow are you?"

"Just wanted to make sure," Sheamus rasped.

"You couldn;t have done this last bloody week? I was so fucking expecting to end that night shagging you."

"So was I."

"You twat."

"Who fucking cares. Shut your gob and kiss me some more."

Sheamus began to hungrily steal more manly kisses.

"Tonight," he breathed, "Oh fuck Stuart, I want you fucking bad."

"You're so fucking my type n'all," Wade breathed, more Lancashire than ever when he was horny, "Proper fucking man. Not a wannabe girl."

He unzipped Sheamus' jeans.

"What ya doing?" gasped Sheamus.

"C'mon Stevo, least let us wank you off..."

"Not out here dickhead!"

"Fine, in here," Wade said, sprinting to a mens room. He pushed the door open, poked his head around and yanked the Irishman in. They were both so strong and equally matched in power. Both men were practically delirious with lust for the other.

Wade dashed into the handicapped stall and pulled Sheamus inside. Trashy but necessary. They resumed hungry, desperate, animalistic kissing, the taller Wade pinning Sheamus against the wall this time, their hands grabbing at each other's jeans. Wade ripped Sheamus'; jeans down hard, along with his boxers before dropping his own. he was so fucking horny he just needed to feel skin. He began to dry hump against SHeamus's cool, smooth, treetrunk-like ivory-hued legs, their weeping cocks grinding, curses and masculine grunts and groans escaping both mens' throats.

"Ohh fuck yeah man," SHeamus was moaning, "Cant wait to get you in that hotel room..."

His big hands grabbed Wade's pert, bare arse. Mmm. Such a man but had such a perky round arse. Sheamus so wanted to fuck that. He hoped the alpha male Wade had versatile tendencies.

"Oh fuck yeah," grunted Wade, humping right back, enjoying the groping on his arse immensely, "Oh fuck man...so fucking horny..."

Sheamus removed Wade from him and grabbed his hardon...out of the two, Wade was slightly less endowed. Now Sheamus had every excuse to assert his masculinity. And because Wade had great legs and that aforementioned hot arse that begged for a fucking.

Sheamus began to wank Wade off, the Brit moaning in relief, grabbing at the air before his sweaty palm and fingers found Sheamus' hardon, the two men now furiously jerking one another off. Sheamus would have happily ripped Wade's clothes all off right here and bent him over, but he didnt want it to be a seedy one time thing. He could seriously imagine he and Wade as a proper couple.

But right now they were two blue-balled men's men desperate to shoot their loads.

"Oh fuck Ste...can't last...you're fucking brilliant..." Wade was so close...Sheamus just watched that bearded, ruggedly handsome face express such sheer relief and ecstasy from finally getting some attention..his own load could wait...he wanted to watch Wade cum. He slapped Wade's hand from him and used his free arm to hold the Englishman up.

"C'mon mate...shoot your spunk for me," he rasped, "Let fucking go man..."

Wade was grunting...cursing...gasping.

"OHHH FUUCKKKK!" he growled, fucking the air hard as he finally, thankfully came, spraying the tiles with this much-needed release.

"F';kin'ell!" Sheamus chuckled, grabbing some tissue from the handroll to wipe his hand, "Someone's a frustrated fella."

"Someone's fucking good at wanking a bloke off," Wade gasped, kissing Sheamus' bearded lips, "If that';s how good you are at handjobs.."

"Plenty more where that came from," grinned Sheamus.

"Oh fucking hell, you could have finished yourself off," Wade gasped, "Now I feel like a selfish cunt."

"You needed it more than me," grinned Sheamus, though he was really hoping Wade would finish him off as it ahd been a while for him too.

Wade sank clumsily to his knees.

"You can cum on my face if ya want," he rasped, "Don't mind a facial. Only kind you'll catch me having."

"Doesn't Cody like facials?" smirked Sheamus.

Wade began to stroke Sheamus' cock once more. Maybe not a good idea to do anything that mincing fairy Cody liked doing. He could manage this, he was a strong man.

And plus down here he got the best view of those powerful white thighs.

Mmmm...the Irishman just smelt MANLY.

Like a real man. Aftershave and ball sweat.

Wade feverishly continued to toss the big guy off.

Sheamus couldn;t last. Wade was good. Even post-orgasm bliss.

THis was why he liked strong, real men.

"Ohh fuck..jesus Stuart you're bloody good...oh fuck...gonna..."

"C'mon Ste, blow one out for me...yeah...yeah...c'mon..."

"FUCKK! OH FUCK!" Sheamus cried out, as well as some garbled Irish curses as he finally went over the edge, ropes of semen splashing the tiles next to Wade's release.

They';d made a right mess.

Wade stood up, claiming the Irishman's gasping mouth.

"Damn you're good," Sheamus panted.

"Not too bad yourself," Wade said.

"Cant be arsed to work now," Sheamus said, "Just wanna go back to the hotel. And fuck you"

Well he was never known for his diplomacy. And plus he chanced that Wade wouldn't bitch slap him.

On the contrary Wade smirked.

"Good cos I only love being fucked by big lads," he grinned, "And you're a big lad...in many ways."

"Cringe," Sheamus teased, "Better go and do some work."

"Yeah..."

"What about er..."

"Leave it, they have cleaners," smirked Wade, pulling his jeans and boxers back up.

---

Extreme Rules was upon them all.

John Cena was preparing for his match with Bray later tonight. It had been an interesting couple of weeks to say the least. He'd had a nice subdued birthday, and two meals out, one filmed for Total Divas with Nikki, and the one he preferred, with Randy who he'd noted really pulled out all the stops. Candles in the tourbus and everything. And if you thought Randy in a suit looked good on Raw...he'd made a sterling effort to John. But it was the Emperor's New Clothes all over again. No matter how nicely Randy dressed, his guilt still burned his stomach. He'd slept with Dave two more times since that seedy fucking on the locker room floor. But Randy knew he was powerless to fight back and instead he just had to spread his bronze legs and ride things out. In a manner of speaking.

Sex with John on the elder man's birthday night had been amazing. Randy, for the first time in 12 years with the West Newbury native...had been a big softie and cried. Mainly, selfishly, out of sheer, emetic guilt. John had done his big goof routine and made a big joke out of it, and Randy just hated himself. Andf even bit his tongue to avoid his usual response of yelling at John. Bittersweet, in his opinion.

John had been confused by his boy's unusually raw emotional state that night. So unlike Randy even when he was with his beloved little girl. But then, HE was trying to hide the CONSTANT voicemails Zack had now taken to spamming him with. Each one was more erratic and histrionic than the last. Blow-by-blow snapshots of encounters they'd had during their short 2012 fling. And at least twice Zack had filmed himself riding that dildo and getting off on imagining it was him and John. And sent them to John's phone. John was literally having to delete shit every other hour. Thankfully Randy was with Hunter and the man who was using him as a side-hoe, Batista, right now.

John began to warm up his hamstrings. Never too early to warmup in his opinion.

The door to the locker room flew open.

"JOHN!"

Oh. No.

"You've got some nerve," growled John, "Randy is due back any minute."

"Whatever, he's trying to sleep with Batista," Zack said, his breath once more stinking of alcohol. Drowned his sorrows for lack of TV time once again.

"OK, you're going too far," John said, backing away, "Those videos. I've a good mind to get you a citation for harassment."

"Come on John," whined Zack, getting in the big guy's personal space, "Please Johnny."

John snapped. He pushed Zack away hard, the younger man tripping, losing his balance and tumbling to the floor. John began to power-walk out of the locker room, now starting to fear for his life. Would Zack really stop at nothing to lay him once more?

"I won't be ignored John," Zack said, picking himself up and following John in hot pursuit, "WHat ya gonna do huh Cena? Cos you really think I'm just gonna let you treat me like some slut you banged once and tossed into the garbage?!"

John stopped dead and turned to glare at him.

"It was TWO years ago. Build a bridge and get the fuck over it," he spat.

"See that's your trouble John," Zack said, stumbling a little, grabbing onto a wires box, "You think I can just get over it. WAS I NOTHING TO YOU?! WAS I JUST A QUICK FUCK COS YOU WANTED A YOUNG ASS TO FUCK?!"

"Keep your voice down," snarled John.

"Why?!" screamed Zack, "Don't want darling Randy to find out?! You think he gives a fuck when I have witnesses who saw him making out with Dave BAtista at the gym this afternoon?!"

"You're in fantasy land," John said, turning on his heel, "Now go and fucking sober up before Vince catches you wasted at a pay per view."

He began to make his way to catering but found himself face to face with Daniel Bryan. Oh dear. Not one of the people he really wanted to see right now. More importantly, how much had Daniel heard?

"John," Daniel said.

"Bryan," John replied.

"So, you and Zack are a thing again, huh?" Daniel said, folding his arms.

"No, and it's none of your business," John said, "You might be the champion but it doesn't give you the right to judge me. Not with your record."

"I beg your pardon," snarled Daniel, squaring up to him, "Say that again Cena."

"You know what I'm talking about," John said, "I;m just saying you are in absolutely no position to judge my personal life after you double cheated on your wife."

"Don't you DARE..." snarled Daniel, eyes flashing, fist clenching.

"Get out my face, go and be a good husband," spat John.

Daniel just glared furiously at him before realising that bitterly, John was indeed right about him and stomped off to go and continue preparing for his match with Kane.

"What did he want?" asked Randy.

John was almost pathetically grateful to see him, even with a pissed-up Zack Ryder lurking in the background out of sight.

"Nothing," lied John.

"Johnny..you look really pissed off," Randy said, gulping the guilt down his throat. All the chewing gum in the world couldn't take the taste of Dave Batista's cum away. Dave had wanted a blowjob. And he wanted it now. Randy hated himself.

"Just, big match stuff," John said, "You should be getting ready."

"You're so tense," Randy said, "Why don't I give you a massage?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now, shirt off."

"Oh you just want to have a perve."

"And?"

John shot him the dimples. For once he was glad Zack was stalking him. Maybe this will tell the stupid kid to back off once and for all. And John had a feeling Randy wanted more than a massage. He removed his new green shirt (which Randy had of course picked the colour) and lay across the top of a wires box. This things seemed to have a use for every need, John observed as he made himself comfortable.

"On your back," Randy said.

John shuffled around.

"Randal! Trunks on!"

Randy grinned. He needed to erase the guilt from his mind. Anything. And being naked in this place was giving him a certain buzz...

His nimble fingers began to unzip John's khaki shorts, and pulled them down.

"Randal...this box won't take both our weight.." John said, though he was getting turned on by those devilis fingers now touching his balls inside his boxers. He let out a soft yet mannish moan.

"Looks like you'll have to strip off and get on the floor," Randy said, shrugging.

"Randal...work...pay per view?...oh FUCK..."

Randy's hot mouth had engulfed his hardon. Whimpers of almost relief sounded from Randy's throat. This was his man. Always was. Why did he EVER think Dave Batista was any better?

"ORTON!"

The gruff bark of Dave sounded.

Randy released John and growled in frustration.

"FUCK OFF DAVE!"

"Our match is soon! Hunter's orders."

"Fucks sake," spat Randy, slipping off the box and pulling his trunks back on. THis was it. He was not going to let the Animal push him around anymore. He stormed off without another word to John and turned the corner where he came face to face with Hunter and Dave.

"Nice of you show up Randy," Hunter deadpanned.

"Just talking to John," Randy said pointedly.

Dave smirked nastily.

"Hunter, give us a minute man," the Animal smirked.

Hunter nodded and walked off. Now was Randy's chance. Before Dave could stick the boot in, Randy got in his face.

"This is the fucking end Dave. This stops now. I'm not putting out for your tired old ass any longer. Tell your fucking brains out to whoever gives a fuck to listen. Give Melina a call. But I'm not your fucking toy boy anymore!"

"Fine," Dave shrugged, "I only kept you around cos you were easy. I've had better. You just lay there and beat your meat. I bet you think of Cena when I fuck you anyway."

Randy's face burned with humiliation. But he was determined to have the last word.

"Yeah, I did. Every time. I got off imagining you were John!" he spat, "So go lick your fucking wounds."

"I'll fucking end you Orton!" snarled Dave.

"You can try but you'll suck just like you do at wrestling and fucking," Randy said, "Even Cody said you were a crap lay. He just thought you were good at the time.. cos he'd inhaled two bottles of amyl nitrate and was too young and stupid to find better."

Now Dave really looked mad...ego totally punctured and deflating slowly. Randy was feeling victorious. Yes. It was just that easy. He'd ditched the bastard. Now John need never know this had happened and everything should be fine. Dave wouldn't try and stir the pot with the top guy in WWE. He just had a big mouth. Dave clearly thought he was God's gift in bed. Being told he was bad at sex was the ultimate blow. Right now Randy was so glad he knew Cody. Killing men's spirit was actually kinda fun. Now he could see why Cody revelled in being Queen Bitch.

"Cat got your tongue Dave?" he smirked, and he didn't even know WHAT made him do this. If only John could see him. He began to SKIP a-la AJ in the direction Hunter went.

---

The pay per view had come to a close and as was the usual post-monthly show custom, several Superstars and Divas had found time for a few drinks in the hotel bar before the next stop at Albany for Raw tomorrow. It was a 3 hour trip so many had opted to stay here overnight and head off first thing in the morning.

In the squashy corner seats, around a low-set flat table, were Cody Rhodes, Curtis Axel, and an ear-to-ear grinning Randy with a reluctant John Cena in tow. John would rather not be mixing with the plastics - he wasn't in the mood to hear caustic bitching about half the roster right now - but so far he'd managed to avoid the pissed up Zack. And plus he'd welcomed Randy's improved demeanour. Considering Evolution had lost. He knew it wouldn't be long before Zack caused another scene so he decided it was best to just make the most and tolerate the plastics. He could always zone out.

"Awesome event," Curtis was saying.

"Oh except the WeeLC," Cody snorted.

"Yeah but who watched that shit?" Curtis said, "The Shield should be fighting the injustice that 3MB and Hornswoggle made it to the card instead of us."

"Amen sista," Cody said, "And we also once again found out that Tamina Snuka is not worthy of her surname."

He had his sassy pout going on. Which usually meant next victim better say their prayers because Cody was feeling toxic was suffering rampant sexual frustration. Josh was once more on the panel and Cody was itching for them to have sex. It seemed utterly impossible to try and get Josh alone for any length of time these days. It was like it was deliberate that they'd booked Josh shedloads of NXT matches between Raw and now. Even after the last Raw Josh had to vanish to Florida straight away. Cody's last taste of action was sucking Josh off in the parking lot a fortnight ago. He was GAGGING to get nasty.

"C'mon, don't drag the divas," Randy said.

"Seriously, way to kill Paige's momentum by sticking her with the Samoan moose," sassed Cody.

John facepalmed. Oh no. Plastics and the burn book.

"Bit harsh?" he said.

"Another reason why they should bring back someone like Mickie, people still want to see her," Cody said, folding his arms, "Or call up more NXT girls. What about Alexa Bliss?"

"Coddles, she hasn't debuted on NXT television yet."

Josh appeared, still in his suit from the show as he handed Cody a familiar glass of blush-red Cosmpolitan, "And have you not heard Mickie's having a baby?"

He parked himself next to Cody, and was surprised to see that John was sat with them. He'd expected to see Randy at some point but not the Cenation leader.

"Oh hey John, slumming it with us?"

"With you maybe," sassed Cody, cutting in before John had a chance to reply, "Wrestling babies allowed only. You can't sit with us. Bye bitch."

And to Josh's utter confusion and anger, Cody turned his back on him. What had he done now?! Where had this sudden attitude come from?

"C'mon Coddles, Mean Girls 10th anniversary is over," Josh said, biting his tongue.

"You couldn't even be assed to take a day off and watch it with me," Cody spat.

"Really? We're gonna make a thing about it. It's just a damn movie," Josh said.

"Go and join the other divas who can't wrestle and sleep with management to keep their jobs," snarled Cody, pointing to a table in the middle of the where Aksana, Alicia and Rosa were sat, all sharing a pitcher of some lurid blue cocktail of a drink.

John winced. Ouch. Cody was definitely not a happy bunny tonight. This was what he'd been afraid of.

Randy looked away.

Curtis shifted awkwardly in his seat.

Well this was fun.

Luckily, at this point John spotted Wade and Sheamus stood at the bar. Thank God for that. He gruffly made his excuses to Cody, Josh and Curtis before shuffling away, Randy following him like a puppy without so much as a 'see ya, bye' to the others. Something not lost on Cody.

"Two timer," Cody said with a fake cough.

"Cody," Curtis admonished him.

Randy glowered at him but followed John anyway.

Josh had had enough. Not tonight. And not in front of an audience. He just silently stood up and left the sulking ravenette to it.

Great. A Cody tantrum. Sometimes it was best to just let him stew. Josh had learned this by now.

"What the hell was all that about?" asked Curtis, a touch put out that in the space of two minutes Cody had managed to clear the entire table.

"Because, as usual talented wrestlers like yourself and I get left off the card whilst dwarves and irrelevant trash get the spot," spat Cody, "That's what it's about."

He downed his Cosmopolitan in one gulp.

"But seriously, the Mean Girls thing. It is just a movie, much as we love it," Curtis said, "We're grown men not twink party boys who still live by it."

"More than that," Cody said, "Oh look there's another irrelevant hack."

Curtis looked up in the direction Cody was, and he wasn't surprised, if he was honest, to observed that Layla had wandered over to the bar behind them.

"Voice down," he said, "C'mon man, don't make shit worse."

Curtis liked Layla. He couldn't understand why Cody had declared war on her. He thought they were old friends.

"You know what I LOATHE, Curtis?" Cody said, raising his voice, "When untalented hags who weren't talented enough to be actresses or pretty enough to be swimsuit models decide to use this company to get their faces and tits on the TV without putting any effort in?"

Layla huffed. Oh because that wasn't intended to spark a reaction at all... She gripped her wine glass hard. She was seconds away from throwing it in Cody's face. She'd come here to let her hair down with friends. Now she wished she hadn't bothered. Times like this she really missed Michelle.

"Can you smell something Curtis?" Cody's voice was like a foghorn sometimes.

"No," Curtis said, "Let's talk about something else...isnt it awesome that more NXT guys are being called up?"

Cody totally ignored him.

"It smells..." He took an over the top sniff, "Like false nails, tit tape and oh yes, IRRELEVANCY. Layla. Move your old ass cos your irrelevancy is stinking this bar out."

Curtis facepalmed. Oh God. Why him? Why was he stuck with this? Cody had one hell of a bad mood going on tonight. He seemed snippy at the show but now...he tried to shuffle away from Cody as far as he could. Maybe he should take a rain check on this night out too.

Layla snapped.

She turned, biting back the tears and without a single word, tossed her wine right in Cody's sneering face, before fleeing the bar as fast as her legs would carry her.

---

At the bar, Josh was stood next to Sheamus and Wade, contemplating buying something other than a girly cocktail for a change. He spotted Layla running from the bar and was immediately hit with a sinking feeling of dread. He guessed Cody was to blame for that. Ultimately, Josh decided against following her. It was their fight. He wasn't going to make them speak now. He instead chose to observe the new Intercontinental Champion and the flame haired Irishman.

Sheamus turned to sip his pint, and spotted Josh.

"Oh hey there fella, all alone?" he asked.

"Yeah, just wanted to chill," Josh said.

"Join us if ya like," SHeamus said.

"Nah, I might see...Paige...thanks anyway," Josh said, awkwardly paying for his beer and searching the place for raven hair. He knew the Divas Champion would be in here somewhere. After a quick wander around the stylishly decorated place, he found that Paige was sat in the far right corner with Emma. Josh padded over.

"Oh hey," the Divas champion said, "Is Layla OK? Saw her crying just now."

"I dunno...don't want to get involved, not any more," Josh said, "My boyfriend hates me once again."

"What for this time?" asked Paige.

"Why do you date him?" put in Emma, "Everytime I see you, he's always pissed you off."

Josh shrugged.

"To be honest, I don't know myself these days," he said, "He gets more mood swings than a pregnant middle schooler. Like I'm currently in the doghouse because I couldn't get the 30th of April off."

"You watched Mean Girls with Oliver didn't you?" Paige said, "I'm so mad at him. How dare he leave and not say goodbye to me."

A recent slew of NXT stars had been released; among them was Josh's room mate and good friend Oliver Grey. But Oliver had insisted he'd asked for his release.

"I think Corey drove him out," Josh said, "But he's happy. He's moving out to Dallas to be with Jesse next week."

"But he'd barely come back from his injury..." Paige said, "Oh... that means I've got nobody to mum now."

She pouted and huffed.

"But you're a main roster girl," Emma chuckled, "NXT's behind us now. You're queen bee. Divas champion."

"It isn't the same without you," Josh put in "None of the old gang left now Oli's gone. Corey's just too busy trying to screw anything in pants. I mostly hang out with Sami and Adrian, but they're always together...well by that, I mean Sami says shit and Adrian jumps on the shovel...jesus Adrian is pussy-whipped."

"Under the thumb," Paige said, "Just like I knew he would be. Sami's a sassy independent ginger ninja who doesn't take no shit."

"Oh my God, I just remembered something...girls you'll die," Emma said, "Do you know what he works out to?"

"Misfits, hence his t-shirts?" Paige said.

"No, Beyonce and Destiny's Child," Emma giggled, "His earphones fell out in the conditioning room at the PC and it was playing Independent Women..."

Paige collapsed in giggles.

"I am SO tweeting that."

"No...don't..." Josh said, "He'll bitch slap me!"

"All the more reason to do it!" giggled Paige, already tapping eagerly on her phone.

RealPaigeWWE So iLikeSamiZayn enjoys a bit of old school Beyonce huh : P

wwejoshmathews iLikeSamiZayn I should say that EmmaWWE is guilty, not me.

Josh's fun was short lived, however, when the next notification came through.

CodyRhodesWWE Yo wwejoshmathews can't absorb wrestling ability by standing next to superior talent. Quit brownnosing.

Oh Christ. This was the limit. Cody had crossed a line. This was flat out bullying on the ravenette's part now. Josh just necked his beer and grunted to Paige and Emma that his head was hurting before storming out of the bar in a rage.

---

Back inside the bar, Sheamus and Wade were, once again, discussing who is going to win the Barclays Premier League. It was the easiest topic of conversation for the pair of them outside the bedroom and work.

"Gotta be Man City," Wade was saying.

"Nah I'm gonna say Liverpool," Sheamus smirked.

"Oh bog off," Wade said, chuckling.

The past week and a half had been limited to a few mutual wanks and one blow job...early starts and tiredness post-shows, had yet again delayed the inevitable between them. Now the two big lads couldn't wait any longer. Tonight or sodding bust. Sheamus was going to pound that Preston arse if it was the last thing he did. And now Wade was champion, a legit reason to celebrate. Sheamus never thought it would take so long before he could finally get his leg over. Well they said good things came to those who wait.

He downed his Guinness.

"Right," he said, "C'mon. Let's go up."

"Already?" Wade said, "Drew will be down a minute."

"Drew can go wank," Sheamus said, "And you, fella...better get your ice pack handy."

He smirked and winked.

Wade downed his beer too.

He was smirking from ear to ear.

About bloody time.

As Sheamus and Wade pushed open the glass doors to exit the bar, they almost pushed over a short man and a petite brunette girl. Sheamus arranged his face into what he hoped was a placid expression as it was none other than Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella. The last people the Irishman wanted to bump into right not. Well mainly Daniel.

Brie just smiled amiably at them. Wade nodded at her.

"Good match," Wade said, trying to be the English gent.

"Thanks," Daniel said, "Brie, I'll see you inside."

"Sure."

Daniel pecked his wife on the cheek as she went into the bar. Sheamus just stared at his ex incredulously. Now he'd had time to mull things over in his mind. He looked back at Wade before once more fixing his gaze upon Daniel. Between the short scruffy man stood in front of him, and the six foot seven hunk of pure English beef stood behind him, Sheamus knew he was well and truly over Daniel. Not a single hint of temptation.

"I'll go call us a lift mate?" Wade said, spotting the tension.

"Sure, won't be a tick," Sheamus replied.

Daniel's blue eyes continued to stare at Sheamus. The Irishman had to laugh. Daniel even cocked his head like a dog taking a situation in. He had to admit he still found all the jokes about Daniel looking like a shaggy dog funny.

"What's so funny?" snapped Daniel.

"Nothing," Sheamus said.

"So...I see you've moved on, huh?" Daniel said.

"Wade's just a mate, not that its any of your business," Sheamus said, folding his arms.

"C'mon Shea," Daniel said, "We never really got to say good bye."

"Oh no, don't even try that crap," Sheamus replied "Your WIFE is stood in that bleeding bar. I don't want to talk about it."

"See Shea you always liked to avoid talking about feelings," Daniel said, "I still have the promise ring."

Was he for real? He had some brass neck. Sheamus was disgusted. This was lowly behaviour. Especially from someone like Daniel whom he always thought was a genuine nice guy, even after all their drama. All the Irishman could think of right now was how sorry he felt for Brie Bella. What a rat.

"I don't want you to speak to me unless we work together," he said firmly, after a pregnant pause, "You're nothing but a manipulative rat, Bryan Danielson."

"Not very nice," Daniel said, a definite snark to his voice now.

"I bet you're gonna go in there and make a big song and dance with her," Sheamus said, "About how amazing your marriage is..poor cow. Did you know Randy's in there?"

"Well Randy knows I'm off limits," Daniel said, "But I'm still yours Shea."

And to Sheamus' complete incredulity, the little man went to touch his arm.

Sheamus flinched.

"Get off me. You make me sick. I've moved on anyway."

"Who?" scoffed Daniel.

"A real man, not a snake," Sheamus spat; and on that parting shot, he sauntered over to the lifts. Daniel still watching him.

Sheamus had spotted the small man staring at them still, so he grabbed Wade and fiercely devoured the Englishman's bearded lips, the Intercontinental Champion grunting mannishly with desire.

"Bloody hell, in public already?" smirked Wade.

"Like anyone would give two big fellas like us any grief," Sheamus said, shooting a sneer at Daniel who looked revolted, and best of all, insanely jealous.

The small bearded WWE World Heavyweight Champion huffed before heading into the hotel bar. Wade fuckin' Barrett? The fucking fugly monkey as Cody used to call him? CHarming. Oh well. He'll have to be content with gay porn when he was alone and the urge hit him now. That door on his life had been shut for good. He was a married man now.

---

Inside the lift, Sheamus and Wade were making out like two dogs on heat.

"No fucking candles and soppiness, I just want to fuck you," growled the Irishman.

"Damn fucking right man," moaned Wade, "Shag first, talk after."

"Like your thinking," Sheamus said, spanking Wade hard.

"Watch it, I'm not a fucking pushover," smirked Wade as the doors opened. Thankfully on their floor. The two men clumsily sprinted to their room (thank god it was just a double) and Sheamus struggled with the key card.

"Give it here you cackhanded pillock," Wade said, and managed to unlock the door easy, hanging a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on for good measure. As soon as the lights clicked on the two men were instantly locked at the mouth, tearing at each other's flash-harry shirts and in Sheamus' case waistcoat too. Sheamus wrestled Wade's inked upper body to the bed and pinned him down.

"FUck I've been dying to shag you," he snarled.

"Then take my fucking pants off then," Wade rasped.

Sheamus unbuckled Wade's belt and whipped it out the loops of Wade's jeans before tearing the denim open, pulling it down those long, smooth legs. Wade's boxer briefs were bulging and a wet spot was visible. Damn Wade was really in heat tonight.

Sheamus paused to get his own lower half undressed as Wade kicked his jeans and underwear off, along with his socks.

He yanked Sheamus atop him, grinding their nude bodies together needily, groaning with lust.

"Oh fuck yeah...fuck.." Wade moaned, "Don't go soft on me Ste...I want you to fucking do me until i don't know my own fucking name."

Wade hadn't bottomed in ages. He couldn't even remember the last bloke he let fuck his arse. He knew it would hurt like a bitch. But the Brit was so horny he didn't give a toss.

Sheamus released Wade and reached for his sports bag, giving the Brit a good view of his round, ivory backside. He scrabbled around inside the bag, searching for a condom and a bottle of lube. Thank God for Duty Free shops at airports..

He tore the sachet open and began to unwrap the sheath onto his cock. They'd done nothing but foreplay up until now. Time to go all the bloody way at last. They were men with balls so blue it would not take long at all. Make the most. Sheamus tore the plastic seal of the lubricant bottle clumsily and squirted far too much of the greenish blue gel onto his pale fingers. But first.

Wade lifted his long legs, smirking. Wow he had a great arse on him. For a man's man that was a very fuckable arse.

"Lick me out," snarled Wade.

"Just about to," smirked Sheamus and he dove between those thick masculine yet smooth thighs and began to lap at the tight entrance, enjoying the deep throat growls of pleasure from the Lancashire native.

"Oh fuck yeah, love gettin rimmed by beards..." moaned Wade, "Fuck yeah you dirty bastard...eat me out some more.."

So Wade liked to talk filthy in bed? Sheamus was even more turned on. No pretence here. This was going to be sweaty, uncouth MAN sex. Just the way he liked it. And Wade's northern accent was really heavy now. He kneeled back up and began apply some lubricant to Wade.

"Get your fucking fingers in there," groaned Wade.

Wade was no submissive faggot. Even on bottom he gave as good as he got.

Sheamus began to scissor the tight hole.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah..." snarled Wade, his long tattooed arms punching the bed, his face etched in lust.

"You want this bad dontcha," Sheamus rasped, "Dirty navvy cunt."

Wade just moaned. Oh yes. The Irishman had a nasty mouth on him too. Just what he'd fantasised about.

"Fuck yeah," Wade snarled, "Now shut the fuck up Paddy and bum me off."

WAde usually got fucked from behind. It had been years since he'd took it on his back. And Sheamus's piercing blue eyes were something to look at as he pounded him. This was a new experience.

Sheamus coated himself with copious amounts of lubricant. There was pain and there was non pleasureable pain. And he didn't want to put Wade out of action after their first shag together.

He lined up, placing those powerful brawler thighs on his shoulders. And missed.

"Try again...been donkeys years since.." Wade panted.

Sheamus tried again but slower.

"OWWWW! FUCK! OWW!" Wade yelled. It fucking STUNG. He forgot how much it did.

"Relax," Sheamus said, "Just relax, don't rush Stuey, ok?"

Wade hated that he showed weakness. He was a fucking bare knuckle fighter from preston that just happened to like sex with blokes instead of girls. He wanted to just get bloody laid.

Sheamus tried again...pushing into Wade who once again growled with pain...but continued...all the way inside...Wade cried out as his much-neglected prostate was hit for the first time in years.

"OH FUCK! Fuck yes..."

Sheamus grinned. He'd got the big lad from Preston exactly where he wanted...legs spread and his g-spot hit.

"There?" he grinned.

Wade pulled the big white shoulders and planted a hungry hairy kiss on Sheamus' lips.

"Just fucking there you dirty cunt," he rasped, "Go on...give me your fucking spunk Paddy."

"Call me Paddy again and I'll knock you out," spat Sheamus, beginning to thrust his strong, poweful thighs against Wade's slimmer ones. Wade was not subtle. He was growling and crying out animilistically. He was fucking loud when he bottomed. It was so rare that every time was like his first time all over again. Sheamus was fucking turned on...nothing compared to fucking a true masculine man. He wondered if anyone had ever made Wade cum before...or did they just make him finish himself off..

Wade was fisting his cock.

Sheamus smacked his hand away.

"Hands off!" he rasped.

"Fuck off!" hit back Wade.

"I'm gonna make ya cum," Sheamus said, "I'm gonna have you screaming like a little bitch."

"Money, fucking mouth Farrelly."

Sheamus began to grunt and groan as he increased his speed. He was pounding Wade as though he was an eight stone twink slag, not letting up, enjoying Wade's filthy flotillas of constant swearing mixed with truly masculine growls and grunts.

Wade was on another planet...he hadn't been fucked like this since he was eighteen...c'mon Sheamus...give it to him. he wanted it. He wanted it so fucking much. This was more than his jerk-off fantasy had ever prepared him...his prostate was being hit just right...he didn't know it could feel this good...he thought Justin (yuck) and Mike were just faking it...he wrapped his long legs around Sheamus' flushing body tight.

"Ohh fuck...Ste...Ste...Stephen...fucking..."

He couldn't even string a sentence together...just words flying from his bristled mouth. Sheamus began to speed up some more, growling like a bear. Wade's growls were slowly rising an octave to cries...yes...fucking yes...c'mon Bennett scream..

"FUCCK!"

Sheamus was on a fucking mission and he couldn't stop...gasping, grunting, growling...he could feel his climax boiling up...he wanted Wade to cum...

Wade was lost. So fucking lost. This was the best sex he'd had in years...oh fuck...he could feel it shooting all up his lower back...he was gripping Sheamus' neck tight, fiercely resisting the urge to wank himself off and just shoot his load...could the Irishman fuck it out of him? He was getting close...so fucking close...oh fuck...oh fucking hell...

He was crying out louder. And louder. He was dangerously close to screaming.

And Wade didn't do screaming.

"C'mon boyo...fucking cum for me.." snarled Sheamus.

Wade was teetering on the edge...oh God...he couldn't stop...he could feel it thundering through his lower body...and he let out a bellowing growl that probably rattled the window panes as his release sprayed his toned abs and pectorals...he'd never cum like this even after really good head...oh fuck...he was done...he was done.

Sheamus continued thrusting in and out of the Englishman beneath him like a powerful steam engine...he was so close too...seeing Wade have an orgasm like that was something he'll never forget..oh shit...oh fuck...he was going to come too...

Sheamus roared loudly as he too succumbed to his climax.

If only ALL Wade's title reigns had started like this.

---

Josh Mathews was sat in his hotel room, nursing his third whiskey glass. He didnt care if the minibar charged him. He was irritated. Cody was such an insufferable brat. He really thought their petty fallouts were behind them. All because of a stupid teen girl movie from ten years ago, that, if Josh was honest, wasn't the Holy Book Of Gaydom that Cody made it out to be. In the small man's opinion, it was a fairly average movie at best which wa smainly good for a few funny soundbites. He'd just gone along back in the old days (2007-10) of the Slam Book because it would please Cody, and it was at the time, a good way of dealing with the backstage politics and more irritating coworkers.

He was sat in his grey Performance Centre tee and briefs, intending on catching an earlyish night. Raw preshow was tomorrow after all. Really he just wanted to train. He'd had a lot of matches (including wrestling Danny Burch prior to the bald Cockney's release - a crying shame if Josh was concerned) the past week or so and he knew Cody resented him for that. But Cody was the one who encouraged him to have a second ring career. He could have stayed an announcer. If Renee Young didn't monopolise the post totally, that was.

The door opened and Cody stormed in, still with his bitchy pout.

"Oh, you're still here?" he spat.

"Yeah, this is my hotel room too," Josh said.

"Why don't you go room with Miss Thirsty?" sneered Cody, unbuttoning his shirt.

"You need to leave Lay the fuck alone," Josh erupted, getting to his feet.

"Who says I was talking about here?" Cody said, "I was talking about the skankbag who's trying to sleep with anything that moves to be the best backstage bitch."

"What's Renee ever done to you?" Josh demanded.

"Oh Curtis and I don't call her by that, to us she's just the Blonde Bucket," Cody said, "Now pack your bag and get out my room."

"What is it I'm meant to have done?" asked Josh, standing his ground.

"You know what you've done," growled Cody, "You've put your fucking career before me. As per fucking usual. Does our relationship mean nothing to you?"

"Oh no, you don't play the victim card when you're the one who insulted me in front of our coworkers just now," Josh said, "I can't help how I'm booked on NXT and it's not my fault they still want me fronting the pre-show panels."

"Why don't they ask Maple Bucket?" sneered Cody, "Or why don't you pitch that? Oh that's right, cos it's, Josh Josh Josh, always Josh."

"If this is just because I couldn't fly across the god damn country to see you on one day all to watch some stupid teen flick..."

WHAP!

Cody had slapped him.

For trashing Mean Girls? Of all the...Josh was done. That kid had some serious growing up to do. He was twenty eight for god damn's sakes.

"Get out," Cody said.

"Really? It's JUST A MOVIE!" yelled Josh.

"I SAID GET OUT!" bellowed Cody.

"Oh I'm done, I am so done," sighed Josh, "You are unbelievable. Grown-ass man. Get over it. It is just a movie."

"Not about the fucking movie," Cody said, chest rising and falling, "THat movie was our thing. Shows how little I mean to you. I'm sorry I'm such an inconvenience to you Josh."

"Oh quit the victim shit," Josh said, "Just grow the fuck up and act your fucking age for once."

"So why aren't we having sex anymore?!" challenged Cody.

"Because I'm..."

"Because you can;t get it up."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks, I'd get more pleasure from using a Cheeto."

Josh refused to bite. Cody was always doing this, trying to get him to react and take the bait. He began to pull his sweat pants on and zipped up his sports bag. Funny thing is, he'd had Cheetos in his bag from the vending machine at the arena which he'd forgotten to eat. Now Cody said that...Josh unzipped his back and found the bag of cheese puffs.

"Knock yourself out," he said, tossing it to Cody, "I'm gonna see if anyone's got room for a mug. Failing that, I'm sure there's an overnight Greyhound to Albany."

"Joshy...please...sorry..." Cody was furious with himself. Him and his fucking poisonous mouth again. Last time they fought (over his treatment of Layla) they almost split up...sounded like this was final.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time Cody," Josh said, "Since we began this damn relationship you've been nothing but a petulant, spoiled brat. I'm thirty four this year Cody. I'm too old for this teenage shit. I thought we'd both grown out of bitching and acting like high school cheerleaders."

"Go then Josh," Cody snapped, "If I'm too much for you. Dump me. Fine. I'm sure Ziggler's at a loose end. Seeing as Dave is porking Randalyn these days."

Josh bit his tongue. Again, Cody was baiting him. But he was fuming. He stomped over to Cody.

"What?" Cody sassed.

Josh smacked him in the face before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He had no idea who was free to room with. Maybe he could get a night bus. Must be some around here. it was New Jersey.

He heard sobs coming from inside the room.

Cody was laying on the bed, face down, his 215 pound body shaking with emotion. Why did he always mouth off at Josh all the time?

Josh huffed and sighed outside. He had no place to go. He should stop running away. Their trouble was they were both so alike. Both wanted the last word.

He knocked the door. In his temper he'd left his room key inside.

Sniffles and sobs came to the door and it opened.

Josh wordlessly walked back inside.

"Joshy..."

"Cody...look...we need to talk about this...why we always fight."

"All you wanna do Joshy is TALK! For fucks sake Joshy...just...FUCK ME!"

"Really? After all that you think I'd want to sleep with you?"

Josh shot him a sour, disapproving, withering glare.

Cody began to remove his Lacoste polo shirt and unbuckle his belt and jeans, taking them down in earnest. As soon as he was down to his sexy black Andrew Christian briefs.

"You need some self respect," remarked Josh, kicking his shoes off and laying back on the bed. Cody crawled on in front of him.

"I just need my boyfriend," he mewled.

"Man up," Josh said.

"Joshy...please...I can't say sorry more than I already have."

"Fine."

Josh stiffly hugged the brief clad hunk. He couldn't stay mad for long. Not with his senses filled with that uniquely familiar scent that was Cody. Those perfect pecs. The silken skin. Those pins. Oh dear god those pins.

THose legs that were now wrapping around Josh's sweatpant clad ones.

Maybe just maybe...he had cocked up. He knew what a high libido Cody had. Borderline sex addict in Josh's opinion. And Cody always stated that sex was a big part of his relationships.

"Joshy..." whimpered Cody, "We havent had thex in so long...do you...are you...do you not find me hot anymore?"

"Don't be stupid..." Josh was gobsmacked such a thought would ever cross his mind. Cody was the biggest catch in WWE as far as he was concerned. He was perfect from head to toe. ANd his lisp just really came out...awwwwww. It only really came out when he was pissed off or really sad. Or nervous.

"Well...you got weirded out when I blew you latht," Cody said.

"Cos it was in a freaking parking lot and Brandi was due back any minute!"

"Tho?"

"Coddles...sssh...you're lisping...calm it.."

"FUCK THAKE!" Cody thumped the bed.

"Calm...forget it...let's just...chill out...forget all this shit ever happened?"

"Juth Fuck me." Cody commanded. He threw Josh down onto his back and straddled the smaller, elder man, grinding his brief-clad ass against the crotch of the sweatpants, moaning hungrily...before crawling back, yanking them down with the briefs Josh had been wearing. With a needy whine, Cody took Josh into his mouth and began to work his magic, his pert ass skyward, looking unbelievably wanton. Josh loved it when he could be a submissive top. Cody was SUCH a power bottom. And it was so fucking hot.

Cody kneeled back up and gracefully whipped off his briefs, throwing them at Josh's face.

"Keep them," he said.

"jesus Coddles you haven't done that in years," Josh said. Cody used to give his underwear as a trophy to the tops he deemed the best fuck back in their bitchy party boy days (07-08).

"Because nobody's fucked me good enough in years to warrant it," smirked Cody, turning around and twerking his perfect, smooth ass teasingly just above Josh's hardon, "Now Joshy...you gonna take your shirt off cos it ain't gonna do that itself and I want to look at a hot body when I ride that dick."

Oh yes. Josh found slut!Cody the biggest turnon of all. And nobody could slutdrop onto a dick quite like that boy right there. He'd almost made it an art form.

Cody wiggled his ass and using his strong muscular arms...engulfed Josh...hissing at the dryness but his horniness overruling his rational thought as per usual.

"Fuuuckk..." gasped Josh. Cody was something else.

Cody snapped his slim hips and moaned like whore.

"Oh fuck yeah...so thick...nobody can hit my spot like you can...oh yeah..."

People might scorn at their relationship due to their size and age gaps. But both men knew that the sex they had was the best ever. And both of them had a huge body count each. So they KNEW what was good sex and what wasn't. Josh just moaned as he watched the ripped back, trim waist and amazing bubble ass work on his cock...jesus how did Cody do that? Did he moonlight as an exotic dancer? He must have done in OVW...

And Josh's abs were ripped thanks to having to support 215 maybe 220 pounds of Cody most nights...who needed conditioning when you had a taller boyfriend?

Cody leaned forward..fuck how flexible was he...no wonder his moonsault was so beautiful..

"C'mon Joshy...bend me over.." gasped Cody, "Fucking wreck me good boy."

Face down. Ass up. Josh rose to his knees and reentered Cody, pausing to remove his shirt before thrusting in and out. Curses and cries of sluttish joy painted the walls as Cody took the pounding he'd been CRAVING.

"Pull my fucking hair!" commanded Cody.

Josh grabbed the short brown locks and yanked Cody's head up, making the most wanton shape with the younger man's body. Cody was getting it just the way he liked it...fuck yeah...c'mon...his spot was being smashed just right...he was working his body...he wished Josh would acknowledge just what a good top he was...and it was also because Cody worshipped the grounf the little man walked on. He whipped his wedding ring off and tossed it in the corner of the room. Fuck yeah. This was what it was fucking about!

He leaned right back so his muscular, smooth body lined up with Josh's smaller, but no less ripped, tattooed form. He had an idea.

"Joshy...stop.."

"You say stop? Tell me another one!" gasped Josh.

He pulled out of Cody.

Cody got to his feet and rummaged in his bag..hidden under a pile of comics hed bought during the day was some Liquid Gold. He uncapped and inhaled a huge hit before handing it to Josh who did the same. That was better. Fucking ten times better. Cody stood in front of the mirror in the corner of the room...sinking to his knees. Who cared if he got carpet burns? He wanted to watch himself get fucked.

He arched his body...ass up and proud.

"C'mon little stud. Rape me."

His voice dripped with desire.

Josh was almost hypnotised and kneeled behind Cody, entering the tight heat once more and resuming pounding the younger man. Damn he had to admit...they made an unconvetionally hot couple. Cody BELONGED on the end of his dick.

Cody was yelling shamelessly as he watched himself get serviced in the mirror..jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine as his prostate was hit over and over again. He could well resist the primal urge to just jerk his cock...other people may call him a hot mess. But other people could go to damn hell. And he'd learned to work that body so he could cum handsfree in this position. Oh yeah...fuck yes...he was getting close...his head rushing...the sound of skin slapping against his..his ass burning oh so pleasurably...he could go all fucking night...he could feel his orgasm rocketing to completion...he went rigid, clenching his hole around Josh, grabbing the base of his own cock.

"Cody...!" Josh gasped.

"You think It'd be over this quick?" panted Cody, looking around and grinning, "I'm fucking edging until you blow me to pieces boy. Now fucking carry on...ohh yeah...fuck yeah...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...FUCK ME!"

Josh was already starting to sweat. Fuck this was a workout...and his knees were burning thanks to the carpet.

"Do you...not...oh fuck...oh fuck...wanna...fuck...get on the bed?"

"No...now quit talking and fuck."

Cody continued to mewl and whine loudly...he grabbed Josh's arm and scratched it naughtily.

Josh stopped. He pulld out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" cried Cody.

Josh grabbed some pillows and threw them on the floor.

"On your back," he gasped.

Cody smirked. Mmm. Watching himself in his favourite position. Oh fuck yeah.

He lay on the pillows, making sure one was under his abused ass. He looked back at his sweat-sheened reflection.

Josh grabbed the remaining pillow and kneeled on it before once more entering Cody, the long legs wrapping tight around him and the delicate hands grabbing his ass. Cody still called the shots. They now began to rut like two wild animals, moaning wantonly right into one anothers faces..

"Lips...bite..." gasped Cody as he dug his nails into Josh's back...enjoying the hiss of pain from the elder man. Josh bit down on the pouty lips as Cody's eyes glittered with lust and satisfaction. He was fucking close not...he clawed and scratched ast Josh's back, just emitting wail after wail of sluttish ecstasy...his abs tensing..his spine jolting..oh fuck...he couldn't stop it...he was going to blow his load...fuck yes...fuck it out of him...

He screamed immodestly and ripped his nails down the side of his smaller, elder partner as his orgasm exploded from his body...sixteen fucking shots...one of his big ones...Josh was a wreck...he couldn't carry on...legs cramping...he had to pull out...but at least he'd managed to make Cody cum..

Cody had the most depraved smile on his face.

But when he felt Josh pull out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"I can't...sorry...old bones...you'll have to be content with a facial.."

That nasty smile returned and the pink tongue was out. Josh gingerly straddled those pecs and began to fist his cock. It was mere seconds before he was whimpering and mewling and semen sprayed Cody's cheeks, eyes and his waiting tongue.

Oh fuck.

Both men were totally spent.

But that had been worth every nasty word of their tiff. Make up sex was the best.

---

Next morning, in a third floor room.

Wade Barrett awoke...a bit disorientated and not to mention bloody sore in the arse.

He could hear loud snores and felt a heavy presence in the bed next to him.

He flicked the light on.

Sheamus oozed manliness even when sleeping. Those huge arms out the covers. Wade wriggled and, with light amusement, peeled the empty condom wrapper from his elbow before reaching around to grab Sheamus' morning wood. He began to jerk naughtily.

Sheamus moaned appreciatively at the contact.

Wade continued to jerk.

Sheamus shot up, waking with a start.

"Morning," Wade smirked.

"Ya rascal," grinned the Irishman, "If ya want another round you only have to ask."

Wade smirked back. Well be rude not to.

He threw the covers off and crawled across Sheamus, bending over, arse up. After the way Sheamus fucked him last night he was more than happy to settle into bottom boy role permanently. You didn't have to be feminine just because you were the one that took it. You didn't all have to be Cody bloody Rhodes.

Sheamus grinned. Mmm. Wade was one hell of a shag. And no morning after regret. He leaned gracelessly across the bed to find the condoms and lubricant.

---

Josh Mathews awoke suddenly, convinced they'd slept in. Ow. His knees. They burned. He remembered the whiskey and poppers-fuelled fuck fest he and Cody had had. Like two hustlers. No romance at all. Carnal, masculine lust. He reached for his contact lenses and struggled to put them in, eventually managing

He noticed Cody's phone was vibrating. That was what woke him. He checked it.

Wifey.

Uh oh.

"Hello what time is it?" Josh croaked.

"Oh...hey. It's you. Is he up yet?"

"No...Brandi...just woke up myself..."

"Well hurry him up! Vlog to do today!"

And with that she hung up. She must have overheard them fucking last night. An adorable series of squeaks and whimpers from the bundle of covers next to Josh signalled Cody waking up. The pretty raven head peeped up , rubbing his blue eyes before sitting upright.

"Morning...who were you talking to?"

"Brandi...she wants you down in the lobby, Vlog time."

Cody whined and stuck his bottom lip out like a little kid who wanted an ice cream.

"Coddles...we've probably slept in.."

He checked the time. Six thirty. Brandi must have been up with the lark.

"I'll go on one condition," Cody mewled, "You come with."

"Coddles..."

"Muh!"

Another puppy dog eyes and deadly pout. Oh God. OK.

"Fine, I will."

"YAY!"

Cody tackled Josh to the bed with hugs and nuzzles. He was clearly in super-cute mode today.

"Coddles...Coddles...we gotta move it then haven't we?"

"Mmmhmm..." Nuzzle nuzzle.

"Coddles."

"Harrumph!"

Cody huffed and huffed before sitting up and padding to the bathroom. He was covered in dried releases. But a sticky morning as he always said, meant a good night. Josh followed him into the bathroom.

---

Wade and Sheamus, now dressed, were busy tucking into huge plates of bacon, sausages and eggs, AKA real men's breakfasts in the hotel restaurant.

Wade's mind was filled with the pounding he'd just received which was just as good as yesterday though this time Sheamus finished him off with his hand. He was smitten with the Irishman. They were equals at work in so many ways, and had so much in common. And now had off-the-scale sex to boot.

"Morning," came John Cena's voice.

"No girlfriend?" teased Sheamus.

"He's hoovering the bus and ordered me off," John said.

"You look stupidly happy," Wade put in.

"Haven't slept much," smirked John, "And neither have...either of you...OK out with it. I've got eyes you know."

"Fine," Sheamus said, "Guess you can say we're going out."

"So Randal wasn't telling lies," John grinned, "Damn you guys must fight to be the big man in bed."

"Nose out," Wade said.

John smirked bigger.

"So BNB is the one who takes it like a man, huh?" he teased, "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm nothing like Randy so don't expect me to start clearing up after him," Wade said, shovelling a huge amount of bacon down his throat.

"You couldn't give some of that testosterone to Randall?" teased John.

"Carry on and your balls will be on the radiator of the tour bus," Sheamus said.

Eden caught snippets of their conversation and scowled. Freaking bros. Ugh. What was taking Cody so damn long? Probably at it. Again. She already had a bone to pick with both of them.

At last.

She folded her arms and scowled, tossing her long black hair behind her.

"Hey," Cody said, under shades and shooting her his pretty smile, reluctantly removing his hand from Josh's.

"About time," Eden snapped, "Oh...I see he's come along too."

"He's my boyfriend, he goes everywhere I do," Cody said obstinately.

"I didn't sleep a damn wink last night listening to you two! ALL night!" she erupted, "I'm still your wife Cody! Show me some respect!"

She turned on her heel and stomped out. Cody had spotted the bro table of Sheamus, Wade and Cena and was determined to not let their jibes get to him.

"Under the old thumb hey?" teased Sheamus.

Cody just scowled.

Josh hit him.

"He's only joking," he said.

"You ever seen Rita, Sue and Bob Too?" asked Wade, grinning.

"Yeah," grinned Sheamus.

"Not quite the same thing," John put in.

"You've seen it?" asked Wade.

"When we were in the UK last," John said, "Though I doubt Codeman's wifey is allowed in their bedroom..."

"Go and fill Randalyn's thirsty snatch Cena!" sassed Cody as he sashayed away in the direction Eden went. Josh just sighed and brought up the rear.

John shook his head and laughed. So many Zack free hours. Please let there be more.

Wade was scowling and clenching his knuckles.

"Hey, what's up?" asked Sheamus.

"Bloody poof," Wade snarled, "He gets on my wick."

"Why don't you like him?" asked John, "I think he's funny...in small doses."

"He doesn't act like a man...may as well be a girl," Wade said, "Hate bitchy queens."

"So why don't you hate Randy?" teased Sheamus. John shot him the dimples. Oh if Randy overheard...

Wade was outnumbered and just shook his head. He huffed and stood up to go for a slash.

"I saw Bryan making his grand entrance last night," John said, "Are you really over all that now? You guys were a couple for almost 2 years."

"Totally," Sheamus said, "He's a manipulative shit...he tried it on with me last night, did you know?"

"Really?"

"I told him to fuck off."

"Good. Good man. You got a good fella there in Wade. You guys are a good match."

"No mind games or sneaking about," Sheamus said, "I dunno if Bryan will give Wade a load of shit about it though. He's crafty."

"That he is," John said, "I don't agree with how he used Randall and betrayed a sweet girl like Brie for so long...you're better than being someone's side-hoe, so to speak."

"Suppose I was...huh..fancy.." Sheamus said with a humourless laugh, "Listen, you er, might wanna watch Dave Batista around Randy."

"I keep hearing that," John said, "What is he actually doing? Tell me. Cos if I'm being made an ass of.."

"I'm sure it';s nothing, but you know how Big Dave gets," Sheamus said, "When he wants a piece of arse, he goes and smashes. Nobody stops him."

"I'm not Morrison, I am not going to be made to stand outside a hotel room door while that ancient talentless lug huffs and puffs over Randall!" spat John, possesively, "Glad you told me that. Better get my ass back on the bus. See ya at the show."

Sheamus sighed as John stormed off. He hated having to lie and withold the full story like that. He'd seen Randy and Dave of course in that hotel bar the other week, as well as spotting them slipping into a side room at a house show a few days ago. But it wasn't his place. Even though John would tear him limb from limb if he ever found out Sheamus knew and didn't tell him.

At least Daniel was out of his hair. He hoped for that much.

---

Unfeasibly long again but I thought I'd better fill it with good stuff. Not so much drama as a full lemon tree. I hope the Wade/Sheamus smut was worth the wait! I enjoyed writing it anyway! Jody smut was more because I love them...sorry!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts xx